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Post by Maeve on May 20, 2011 19:42:51 GMT -5
There isn't a single living thing anywhere that can claim to be perfect. Not a thing in existence that doesn't have flaws. That is why a person longs to be perfect, because one cannot be. But what is one without a longing? That one would be nothing. Zero. But that leaves but one question: What does she long for? She longs for him, longs for the secret, hidden man that sits on his throne of gold...
Maeve, laying unconscious under a dead oak, was hidden from sight. The trees around her were all left in ashes, and the rain of ashes fell in spiral around thermals of the burning fires. Under all the fallen ashes she lay. Her ice-blue eyes closed, and her white-blond hair fallen around her face. But, not a hair was out of place, and nothing of hers was ash-stained. But, there was one flaw in her almost perfect self. It was something deep inside, a force she could not keep within. It was, unmistakeably, the blood of a god.
... But what of the unmistakeable girl that had but a longing for one? She stayed in her proper place, among the peasants she grew up with. The peasants who had almost burned her for her being what she was. She could never belong in such a world, but couldn't be without her longing, whom was a part of this apocalyptic world...
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Post by Nowe on May 21, 2011 8:06:29 GMT -5
His bare feet hit the ground among the ashes and still burning embers,not even a whisper of a sound could be heard.Wings blacker then night were placed onto his back,eyes darker still surveyed his surroundings. His back bore no shirt the only clothing was his deep blue jeans.Earlier he had been flying high in the sky,driven my no means-just the freedom to fly,when his nose had caught the sent of smoke and fire drawing himself here.he could not find what had caused the fire to start,his mind was pondering this when his cold eyes spotted the girl.Slowly he crept over the ground till he came to stand by her side.He looked down at her,head slightly cocked to the side.His foot prodded her side.
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Post by Maeve on May 21, 2011 8:10:32 GMT -5
Maeve, still as if she were dead, opened her ice-blue eyes with a flash. They glittered slightly red, her fire burning internally as normal, and a smile almost formed on her face, looking up at him.
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Post by Nowe on May 21, 2011 8:19:08 GMT -5
Not speaking he helped her to her feet.When she was standing he quickly dropped any contact he had with her,taking a step backward.Onyx eyes studied her."who are you?"
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Post by Maeve on May 21, 2011 12:34:57 GMT -5
Maeve's head cocked to the side. "I should be the one asking you that, no?" she inquired, watching him. Maeve watched him hard for just a few moments, then got into his head. She flashed through his memories, watching them all, taking less than a second. She grinned. "What do you think, Nowe?"
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Post by Nowe on May 21, 2011 14:41:38 GMT -5
He did not smile,eyes not leaving her face."i think you are invading my mind,no?"This time however his lips curled into a cruel mocking grin.Power seemed to pour from his voice,his eyes.It was a Dark power."and as for names,your the one who seemed to be passed out in a pile of ashes,if im not mistaken so truely information on your behalf should have come first"Nowe's inky wings flexed,before coming in silent tucked into his back.
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Post by Maeve on May 21, 2011 14:48:39 GMT -5
Her smiled became a scowl, and her right index finger twitched. But, her expression became neutral once again. "Fine." she growled. "I am Maeve(it's pronounced: MA-EE-VE), and I understand the explanation for why I am here is because I am a demi-god?" she said in a casual tone.
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Post by Kass on May 21, 2011 14:52:51 GMT -5
(NOW-AY)
The smile did not leave his face,Nowe's head nodded once."Normaly kids who come here dont know they are demi-gods so kudos to you for being one of the few."he had noticed her finger twitch but paid no heed to it-his eyes missed nothing.
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Post by Maeve on May 21, 2011 14:58:28 GMT -5
She growled "That wasn't very funny..." she said in a low tone. She looked down and swept her hands over her eighteenth century corset dress. She looked back up at him, and it seemed as if her ice-blue eyes were now red, an internal fire raging.
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Post by Nowe on May 21, 2011 15:04:06 GMT -5
his eyebrow arched."what? You dont like to know what you truly are?"Nowe's eyes took in her apparel,mind wondering why she was wearing something that had no place in this present time.
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