Post by Hotaru_Tomoe on Jun 26, 2006 23:47:35 GMT -5
The hillside of Greece was lovely that year, back in 2001. Crowe Baroque was sitting amongst the scattered, fallen pillars with the love of her life. His name was Phylus Caligares, and was a huge contrast to his girlfriend. She was willowy and lanky, and had dark hair and even darker eyes. Her skin was pale, from a blood disease that left her with a low iron content. He, however, was deeply tanned, had golden hair and brilliant blue eyes. His body seemed perfectly sculpted, as though Michelangelo had somehow animated one of his sculptures.
"Oh Phylus... I'm so glad we get to spend this time together..." Crowe smiled, looking out at the sunset, "I'm so glad we're getting married next week. Finally, we can always be together!" She snuggled in close to him, absorbing some of the warmth of his body through her baggy black t-shirt and long, white skirt. He just laughed and kissed her, adjusting his black leather jacket so she would be more comfortable.
"Let's go back home," Phylus smiled, standing up and lifting Crowe by her hand, and brushing grass off the seat of his blue jeans. She nodded and they headed back to their house, taking the path through the forest like they always had. That was where the trouble began. It had started as a light sprinkling, but soon the rain could no longer be dismissed and began to pour down as if determined to drown the young lovers. Phylus gave Crowe his coat and urged her to run with him. They accidentally strayed off the path, and soon found themselves lost within the forest.
"Oh... what are we going to do, Phylus?" Crowe whimpered, shivering as her hair stuck to her head. He muttered something like "I don't know", took her by the hand and began trying to lead her back home. However, they only ended up getting even more lost. However, there was a sort of upside to getting lost; they found a grove which was untouched by the rain and was filled with bushes of fruit. However, this little haven had quirks as well; the fruit that grew on the bushes was glowing, and there was a red sword's hilt sticking out of a tree stump.
Fascinated by this, Crowe began walking toward the stump, her hand reaching for the hilt of the blade. However, she stopped when she heard a strange roar from the depths of the trees, and inadvertently looked at Phylus to see if he'd heard it as well. The fear in his white-blue eyes was evident, and she knew she wasn't imagining things. However, for some reason, she grabbed the sword from the stump and freed it, surprised by the light weight of the colossal broadsword the stump produced. This time, the roar seemed closer, and was definitely approaching fast.
"Quick Crowe, put the sword back!" Phylus cried out, his voice displaying the fear easily. Crowe nodded to comply, but the source of the roar made itself known quickly. It blew through one of the bushes of glowing fruit, its wild, dangerous red eyes examining the young woman thoroughly. Then, it turned on Phylus, its gigantic, serrated claws swiping at the young man's throat. However, Crowe was faster, and using a strength she didn't know she had, removed the creature's arm with the blade.
"Run, Phylus!" Crowe urged, "I'll kill this thing and meet you back at the house!" Her boyfriend needed little prompting and after yelling "I love you!" he was gone through the trees. She then put both hands on the sword, standing before the creature. Her knees were shaking, and she wasn't sure of what to do. The beast growled at her angrily, its blood-red fur bristling as its hackles raised. Then, the creature's arm regrew, inspiring a look of fear in Crowe's dark brown eyes.
"Why did you cut off my arm?" The beast growled, not caring that Crowe had fallen over in surprise, "I was trying to protect you from that strange creature." The young woman now looked a little miffed; how dare this strange creature attack her beloved?
"First off, that strange creature was my boyfriend, and second, who... rather WHAT are you?" Crowe said, all fear of the strange, wolf-like animal now gone. The beast grinned toothily, sharp fangs glinting dangerously in its mouth. The creature stood on its hind legs and bowed, landing on its heavily clawed front paws afterward.
"My name is Savar, and I am the guardian of that sword, and anyone who wields it." The wolf-like animal grinned, "I came here to protect you from the poltergeist, and I assumed it was that man you called 'Phylus.' He's probably dead now, you know." Savar received a foot in the face for that comment, although Crowe felt deep in her heart that he was right. The strange, wailing roar emerged again, and this time, something new burst into the grove; it was glowing white, and had a look of twisted pleasure on its face. Its hands were dripping a red liquid, and it shuffled into the grove with its feet facing backward. Crowe needed no word from Savar to know it was the poltergeist.
"I will help you fight this thing, but do be careful." Savar said, his voice assuming a formal tone for some reason, "it is dangerous, and smells like Phylus's blood." Crowe felt a twinge of pain in her heart, but decided that if Phylus had died, she would be avenging him by killing the poltergeist. Screaming in rage, she swung her sword at the creature's head, surprising to see it catch her left arm with its right. Then, there was a sickening rip, and she felt a tremendous amount of pain shoot up through her body from her arm. Or, rather, what was left of it; the monster had removed it with ease at shoulder level. Then, it swiped its left arm up the right side of Crowe's body, leaving claw marks up her right arm and right across her right eye.
"I told you to be careful!" Savar roared, running up and biting the creature's neck. There was a loud crunching sound, and the poltergeist stopped glowing, slumping to the ground with its head lolling around as though unhinged. There was a sizable gash on Crowe's jugular, and she was spurting blood from her left arm and the claw wounds. Somehow, she still held the sword tight in her right arm, although she was breathing shallowly. Savar could hear her heart slowing, and knew she was dying. If she'd dropped the sword, he'd have to have let her die, but since she still held it, he was still under her power.
Sighing, he began licking her wounds, cleaning them with his tongue. To her surprise, they were slowing beginning to heal back together, a small hissing noise being made as they did. Despite herself, she giggled when he licked her neck; she'd always been ticklish there. Then, the wounds were healed, but she'd lost a fair amount of blood. The world began slipping into darkness for her, and she smiled, thanking Savar for his help, her hand closing firmly around the sword as the darkness surrounded her.
*****
"Phylus!" Crowe shouted as she sat up in her bed, expecting it all to be a terrible dream. She was in her house, but Phylus was not present; instead, there was a young man with blood red hair and red eyes reading a newspaper next to her bed. He gave her a wolfish grin, and recognized him to be Savar. She was about to ask him what happened, when she felt the weight of the sword in her right hand. It still seemed to be too light for its size. She stood up, going to the bathroom; for some reason, she'd had to go very badly , as if she hadn't gone in years. Then, she noticed she looked even paler and more willowy than before.
"What's going on, Savar?" Crowe asked after she'd finished in the bathroom, "why is everything so dusty?" He didn't acknowledge her, so she just sat down on the bed, ignoring the vast amount of dust that rose from the blanket. Then, she screamed in surprise when she noticed the date on the newspaper. She couldn't read Greek very well, but she knew that the year read 2006. She'd been unconscious for 5 years.
"You discovered it yourself, so it was not necessary to tell you." Savar said, shifting his weight in the chair. He was wearing Phylus's clothes, and although Crowe wouldn't admit it, the strange creature looked pretty good in them, despite being androgynous and skinny. It was obvious he was disguising himself- she was chronically obsessed with the supernatural, and knew all about glamour, a form of disguise that faeries and other magical creatures used among humans. He grinned and stood up, dropping the newspaper on the ground.
"Come, we must go back to the city." Savar said, scratching his head through his scruffy red hair, "there are more dangerous beings on the loose in the city; the latest murders and happening are proof." He stood and lifted her off the bed, handing her a black, leather jacket. She recognized it as the one Phylus had given her, and thanked the sword's guardian on the inside for the kind gesture. She pulled it on over her stub of a left arm and over her fully functional right one, and realized she was wearing everything she had that night; the tears in the clothing showed the dark scars the poltergeist's claws had made.
"We can also get you a prosthetic arm." Savar said, smiling at her, "I know someone down there who can create functional limbs of lightweight steel." He was then out the door, not offering to hold it for Crowe. She sighed and found a strap next to Savar's chair, and found it was for her sword. After adjusting the weapon holder so it fit across her back, she left the house, heading into the town to see just what Savar meant by "dangerous beings".
OOC- Welly welly welly, my first roleplay in a while, and it's more or less a character intro for my characters Crowe and Savar. Anyway, I hope someone comes along to make this thing happen! But, until then... *Drums fingers on the computer desk.*
"Oh Phylus... I'm so glad we get to spend this time together..." Crowe smiled, looking out at the sunset, "I'm so glad we're getting married next week. Finally, we can always be together!" She snuggled in close to him, absorbing some of the warmth of his body through her baggy black t-shirt and long, white skirt. He just laughed and kissed her, adjusting his black leather jacket so she would be more comfortable.
"Let's go back home," Phylus smiled, standing up and lifting Crowe by her hand, and brushing grass off the seat of his blue jeans. She nodded and they headed back to their house, taking the path through the forest like they always had. That was where the trouble began. It had started as a light sprinkling, but soon the rain could no longer be dismissed and began to pour down as if determined to drown the young lovers. Phylus gave Crowe his coat and urged her to run with him. They accidentally strayed off the path, and soon found themselves lost within the forest.
"Oh... what are we going to do, Phylus?" Crowe whimpered, shivering as her hair stuck to her head. He muttered something like "I don't know", took her by the hand and began trying to lead her back home. However, they only ended up getting even more lost. However, there was a sort of upside to getting lost; they found a grove which was untouched by the rain and was filled with bushes of fruit. However, this little haven had quirks as well; the fruit that grew on the bushes was glowing, and there was a red sword's hilt sticking out of a tree stump.
Fascinated by this, Crowe began walking toward the stump, her hand reaching for the hilt of the blade. However, she stopped when she heard a strange roar from the depths of the trees, and inadvertently looked at Phylus to see if he'd heard it as well. The fear in his white-blue eyes was evident, and she knew she wasn't imagining things. However, for some reason, she grabbed the sword from the stump and freed it, surprised by the light weight of the colossal broadsword the stump produced. This time, the roar seemed closer, and was definitely approaching fast.
"Quick Crowe, put the sword back!" Phylus cried out, his voice displaying the fear easily. Crowe nodded to comply, but the source of the roar made itself known quickly. It blew through one of the bushes of glowing fruit, its wild, dangerous red eyes examining the young woman thoroughly. Then, it turned on Phylus, its gigantic, serrated claws swiping at the young man's throat. However, Crowe was faster, and using a strength she didn't know she had, removed the creature's arm with the blade.
"Run, Phylus!" Crowe urged, "I'll kill this thing and meet you back at the house!" Her boyfriend needed little prompting and after yelling "I love you!" he was gone through the trees. She then put both hands on the sword, standing before the creature. Her knees were shaking, and she wasn't sure of what to do. The beast growled at her angrily, its blood-red fur bristling as its hackles raised. Then, the creature's arm regrew, inspiring a look of fear in Crowe's dark brown eyes.
"Why did you cut off my arm?" The beast growled, not caring that Crowe had fallen over in surprise, "I was trying to protect you from that strange creature." The young woman now looked a little miffed; how dare this strange creature attack her beloved?
"First off, that strange creature was my boyfriend, and second, who... rather WHAT are you?" Crowe said, all fear of the strange, wolf-like animal now gone. The beast grinned toothily, sharp fangs glinting dangerously in its mouth. The creature stood on its hind legs and bowed, landing on its heavily clawed front paws afterward.
"My name is Savar, and I am the guardian of that sword, and anyone who wields it." The wolf-like animal grinned, "I came here to protect you from the poltergeist, and I assumed it was that man you called 'Phylus.' He's probably dead now, you know." Savar received a foot in the face for that comment, although Crowe felt deep in her heart that he was right. The strange, wailing roar emerged again, and this time, something new burst into the grove; it was glowing white, and had a look of twisted pleasure on its face. Its hands were dripping a red liquid, and it shuffled into the grove with its feet facing backward. Crowe needed no word from Savar to know it was the poltergeist.
"I will help you fight this thing, but do be careful." Savar said, his voice assuming a formal tone for some reason, "it is dangerous, and smells like Phylus's blood." Crowe felt a twinge of pain in her heart, but decided that if Phylus had died, she would be avenging him by killing the poltergeist. Screaming in rage, she swung her sword at the creature's head, surprising to see it catch her left arm with its right. Then, there was a sickening rip, and she felt a tremendous amount of pain shoot up through her body from her arm. Or, rather, what was left of it; the monster had removed it with ease at shoulder level. Then, it swiped its left arm up the right side of Crowe's body, leaving claw marks up her right arm and right across her right eye.
"I told you to be careful!" Savar roared, running up and biting the creature's neck. There was a loud crunching sound, and the poltergeist stopped glowing, slumping to the ground with its head lolling around as though unhinged. There was a sizable gash on Crowe's jugular, and she was spurting blood from her left arm and the claw wounds. Somehow, she still held the sword tight in her right arm, although she was breathing shallowly. Savar could hear her heart slowing, and knew she was dying. If she'd dropped the sword, he'd have to have let her die, but since she still held it, he was still under her power.
Sighing, he began licking her wounds, cleaning them with his tongue. To her surprise, they were slowing beginning to heal back together, a small hissing noise being made as they did. Despite herself, she giggled when he licked her neck; she'd always been ticklish there. Then, the wounds were healed, but she'd lost a fair amount of blood. The world began slipping into darkness for her, and she smiled, thanking Savar for his help, her hand closing firmly around the sword as the darkness surrounded her.
*****
"Phylus!" Crowe shouted as she sat up in her bed, expecting it all to be a terrible dream. She was in her house, but Phylus was not present; instead, there was a young man with blood red hair and red eyes reading a newspaper next to her bed. He gave her a wolfish grin, and recognized him to be Savar. She was about to ask him what happened, when she felt the weight of the sword in her right hand. It still seemed to be too light for its size. She stood up, going to the bathroom; for some reason, she'd had to go very badly , as if she hadn't gone in years. Then, she noticed she looked even paler and more willowy than before.
"What's going on, Savar?" Crowe asked after she'd finished in the bathroom, "why is everything so dusty?" He didn't acknowledge her, so she just sat down on the bed, ignoring the vast amount of dust that rose from the blanket. Then, she screamed in surprise when she noticed the date on the newspaper. She couldn't read Greek very well, but she knew that the year read 2006. She'd been unconscious for 5 years.
"You discovered it yourself, so it was not necessary to tell you." Savar said, shifting his weight in the chair. He was wearing Phylus's clothes, and although Crowe wouldn't admit it, the strange creature looked pretty good in them, despite being androgynous and skinny. It was obvious he was disguising himself- she was chronically obsessed with the supernatural, and knew all about glamour, a form of disguise that faeries and other magical creatures used among humans. He grinned and stood up, dropping the newspaper on the ground.
"Come, we must go back to the city." Savar said, scratching his head through his scruffy red hair, "there are more dangerous beings on the loose in the city; the latest murders and happening are proof." He stood and lifted her off the bed, handing her a black, leather jacket. She recognized it as the one Phylus had given her, and thanked the sword's guardian on the inside for the kind gesture. She pulled it on over her stub of a left arm and over her fully functional right one, and realized she was wearing everything she had that night; the tears in the clothing showed the dark scars the poltergeist's claws had made.
"We can also get you a prosthetic arm." Savar said, smiling at her, "I know someone down there who can create functional limbs of lightweight steel." He was then out the door, not offering to hold it for Crowe. She sighed and found a strap next to Savar's chair, and found it was for her sword. After adjusting the weapon holder so it fit across her back, she left the house, heading into the town to see just what Savar meant by "dangerous beings".
OOC- Welly welly welly, my first roleplay in a while, and it's more or less a character intro for my characters Crowe and Savar. Anyway, I hope someone comes along to make this thing happen! But, until then... *Drums fingers on the computer desk.*