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Post by cleiton on Jul 4, 2010 10:47:17 GMT -5
The sky was cloudy, grey and stormy looking. Cahira was close to the next town and she thanked the gods that she had made it this far already. Her pure white hair blew in the wind, govering up her bright emerald green eyes at one part in time and then billowing out behind her. She had trouble keeping her dress from blowing up and showing parts of her she didn't want to be showing. Luckily she was the only one out as there seemed to be quite a storm blowing in. The temperature was obviously dropping as she picked up her pace. She looked up as the clouds were blowing past her, the sky getting darker. She cursed under her breath not knowing what the gods had instore. She sighed as raindrops began to fall and the wind began to blow harder. The rain felt like shards of ice piercing any bare skin. She could see the village in the outskirts of her vision and began to jog slightly.
Cahira was ever close to the village, not quite out of breath yet when small chunks of ice began to fall out of the sky. Cursing loudly she pushed herself to run harder and faster as she began to feel bruises forming where the stinging ice had hit her. She stopped suddenly though right outside of the village as she noticed someone out of the corner of her eye comeing from a different direction. The path here was a fork and joined by others. She thought for a moment and muttered under her breath, sometimes disliking the fact that she had to help people out. The person was off a little ways only a dark blob but she could tell they were a person just out of intuition given to her by the gods. She began jogging lightly towards the dark blob as the wind picked up even more and lightning forked across the sky, thunder right at its heels. The storm was coming to its climax as Cahira headed towards whomever was out in this dangerous storms. It could turn into one of those rare cyclone storms the way it was going at least that's what Cahira thought. When she made it to the stranger she was out of breath some, her white hair plastered to her face and rain blinding her. She couldn't see the strangers face and could barely hear anything as the wind almost made her deaf. “Do you want some help getting to the village!” She said in a loud voice hoping they could hear her above the wind and thunder. The storm had to have been conjured for a reason, Cahira just wondered why.
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Post by cleiton on Jul 4, 2010 10:48:17 GMT -5
A storm were brewing, he did'nt have to look up at the clouds to feel the tension that were building, soon the clouds would clash together unleashing the forces of water, fire and wind catching any traveler still on the road in its wake. Luckily for him he could see a village down the road and a way to escape natures wrath, it would be nice to finally getting some rest after being on the road for so long time. Clutching his cloak tighter around him he picked up his pace wondering if maybe this town would give him the answers he seeked, maybe there he could learn who he really is and where he came from. As the hail started he stopped up for a moment catching one of the chunks of ice watching it melt in his hand, it were weird but watching it melt made him think of the life of man, they were there a moment and then like the ice they melted away leaving behind only memories some of them would'nt even leave behind that. He wondered if that would be his fate, to melt away like the hail and dissapear leaving behind nothing, not even memories for the next generation, were he doomed to never find his past, to wander throught life like a shadow following the wind untill the day he could walk no more and melt away , maybe then as he draws his last breath he might get a glimpse of his past denied him.
“Do you want some help getting to the village!”
His thoughts were interupted as someone spoke to him and wiping the water from his hand he looked down at the person speaking to him, seeing the young womans face stirred something inside him, she would have green eyes, he were certain of it, like emeralds clear, innoncent but sparkling with strenght and inteligence. The thought brought a small smile to his face as he shook his head.
“No, i think i can handle myself, thank you but we should hurry up getting to that village over there the storm will grow stronger in a moment.” he shouted over the wind as he started walking again waving to her to keep up. It were weird but the young woman had awakened something, not quite a memory but whisper of his past, maybe they had met sometime before he lost his memory, if they had then maybe he could learn more of who he really is.
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Post by cleiton on Jul 4, 2010 10:50:42 GMT -5
Cahia smiled lightly, still not being able to see his face but she could tell it was a man. She began heading towards the village quickly, making sure that he was with her. The hail hurt her bare skin and she knew she was going to have bruises but they would be gone by the end of the day. Once inside of the village, she headed strait to the right where she figured a tavern would be. Luckily for her, she was right. Once at the door she held it open for the stranger whom she figured had followed her and then entered. She sighed happil, glad to not have the hard ice fall on her anymore. Her hair and clothing stuck to her body but she didn't bother trying to find something to dry off with. She found an empty table and sat down a light smile on her face. She brushed her pure white hair off of her face and out of her eyes. She closed them though happy to have made it to a town. She couldn't imagine still being out on the road. The roof echoed her thoughts as the hail made the room sound like a drum roll. She opened her eyes and looked around. It wasn't very full as it seemed to be mostly people from the village who had been in here when the storm rolled in. One of the bar maids came up to her with a kindly smile and handed her a rag. “Nasty weter we're aving in'it. Can I get you anything” She said in a strange accent. “Yea and thank you for the rag but I don't care for a drink right now. Maybe later.” The bar maid smiled and laid another town on the table. Cahira turned to see that someone else had joined her at the table.
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Post by cleiton on Jul 12, 2010 18:51:32 GMT -5
He were glad the young woman seemed to know where the tavern were, he would rather not search for it by himself and be out in the storm longer than necessery. Well inside the tavern he removed his cloak hanging it up near the fire to dry before heading over to the taverna owner getting a rag to dry himself with. Under the cloak he were wearing a dark blue waistcoat , a red jewel in a chain the only possesion he had on him when he had woken up from his coma rested on his chest, long red hair framed a stern tanned face with light brown eyes, around his waist a clothbelt were bound holding a simple sword in place behind his back.
Getting a rag from the barkeep he orderered himself a mug of warm ale and looked around the taverna, it seemed he and the young girl were'nt the only ones being stuck inside the taverna as the storm increased in strenght outside, As far as he could see most of the other people in the taverna had to be locals and clustered together in small groups occansionly glancing up from their beers with weary looks as they saw his sword.
Getting his mead he carried it over to the table the young girl were sitting and sat down across of her. "I hope you dont mind me sitting here." he said taking a sip of his mead relaxing as he felt the warmth of the mead spread throught his body.
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Post by elvenimp on Jul 13, 2010 23:41:19 GMT -5
She gave the man a quick smile. "No it's fi--" She stopped mid sentence as she looked at him, his appearance giving her quite a shock. Shaking her head as it must have been a coincidence she grinned again. "Sorry. No it's fine." Her green eyes seemed to take in his appearance from his sword to the tip of his hair. She took her sword off of her side as it had been digging into her ribs and set it on the table to let it dry. Her movements were slow and exaggerated to show the towns folk that were watching that she meant no harm. "So if I might ask stranger what is your name?" She was curious and she couldn't stop her heart from beating quickly and her face to look almost worried and shock was set still in her eyes. A flame of thoughtful recognition was shown by the casual tone in her voice and not the formalities that she usually used. "Cahira is mine if you were wondering sir and also if you beg pardon of my curiosity... Why were you out traveling this way?"
Her mind was racing. It looked sort of like him but of course it couldn't be... She took a deep breath and settled her nerves, her eyes dropping down to her hands momentarily, a habit she used to have around him. By the gods she thought that this was some horribly cruel trick they were playing on her. She mentally sighed and looked back up at the stranger. It couldn't be him anyways. He would have recognized her and she would have recognized his voice right away. Though deep in her heart she wished it was him..
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Post by cleiton on Jul 27, 2010 16:02:43 GMT -5
She really have green eyes just as he thought, that alone would have confirmed his hunch that they had met before had it not been for the flicker of recognition in her eyes as she looked him over with what looked like shock on her face.
As she said her name an image showed up in his mind of him standing over her, she were younger and her hair had a different colour. She had been badly hurt close to death, was it him that had hurt her? No he remembered feeling.. curious not because she were dying, he had a feeling he had seen many people die in his shadowed past. It were her eyes, even as they were losing their light they still reflected a strong will that clinged to life refusing to let go and slip away. he was'nt sure how but he had saved her that day and then.. What then? Try as he mustered he could'nt break throught the darkness of his mind locating the memories after that one but at least he thought he finally had found a link to his past.
With a small smile he studied her, his mind filled with questions and he had to bite his tounge not to burst into questions of his own as he answered her question. "My name is Behlar." he said, at least he thought that were his name, it were the first thing that had came to mind when they had asked him his name as he woke up and he had felt it were right. He were reluquent to say why he were traveling and yet if this young woman held the key to his past would'nt it be in his best interest to answer truthfully? Sighting he cupped his hands around the mug of mead as to draw the warmth from it into his hands before answering. "I... i try to find out who i really am and where i'm coming from, my past is hidden from me and so i travel around seeking to find a way to unlock it." he said a bit hoarsly before clearing his throat looking her in the eyes. "This might sound like a strange question but" Pausing his eyes darted to her hair for a moment the memory still fresh in his mind. "Did'nt your hair have a different colour some time ago, it's a stupid question i know but i have a feeling we met before."
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Post by elvenimp on Aug 3, 2010 21:03:56 GMT -5
Cahira listened to his words, his name causing her to hold her breath and his explanation of his past not known to him gave her more hope. But it was his question about her hair that forced tears out of her eyes. It had to be him now, she thought. He was the only one other than the other gods that knew of her change in appearance. She wiped the tears from her eyes and a smile blossomed on her face. It took all of the discipline she had been taught to keep her from jumping across the table and embracing him in a hug she had been wanting to give him for years.
"If you truly are who I think you to be then the first thing I must do is apologize." She kept to formal speech and she would until she knew for certain that he was really her Behlar. She had apologized because she had been the one who had killed him of sorts.4
Of course her conscious had no problem believing it to be him but her subconscious always told her never to assume until you know all the facts. "And yes my hair was a different color but that was long ago when I was a child." Her bright green eyes glittered from being teary and it was obvious that she had repressed emotions that she was attempting to hide. She normally had control of herself but this man was someone she had cared deeply for.((So sorry for posting so late! And I'm going to be gone for about half a week as well now ))
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Post by cleiton on Sept 20, 2010 17:56:00 GMT -5
He was'nt sure what to do, part of him wanted to reach over the table and wipe away her tears saying that it was okay, that she had nothing to aplogy for but something held him back, there was another part of him that spoke of betrayal but he was'nt sure why he felt like that when he also felt a strong sense of peace and love being near her.
Silencing the voices he made a choice and stood up, walking around the table he reached down taking her hand and gently drew her in his arms."It's allright Cahira, you have nothing to apologise for, it is i who should ask for your forgivness for not coming back to you sooner." he whispered.
He knew from the bottom of his heart that what ever had happened in the past it did'nt really matter, he had been traveling for so long thinking that he chased his memories while all along his steps had led him back to her and now that they were together again the past did'nt seem so important anymore.
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 23, 2010 9:23:15 GMT -5
She started crying even more with his words and than his actions. "You don't remember what I did so you have no right to say that. If you remembered you would hate me." She said, her voice barely audible. She was glad that he didn't remember but... She felt as if it was wrong to not tell him. She didn't know where to start however. Pulling away from him, she looked up into his face and a sad smile formed. "Do you remember anything at all?" She questioned, reaching up to touch his face.
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Post by cleiton on Sept 27, 2010 18:21:48 GMT -5
He wished he could tell her that it does'nt matter if he never got his memories back, that finding her again were enought but he knew deep in his heart as the words started to form on his tounge that they would be a lie. He wanted, no craved to know of his past, good and bad they were still his memories and without them he could never be sure of what kind of man he really is. He smiled sadly and put his hand over hers wondering how many times they had stood like this, the world around them so distant and only they semeed real. "I remember you as a bright, brave and beutifull young woman that taught me as much as i taught you, i remember how proud and happy you were when you disarmed me for the first time and i remember a promise i made to never leave your side nomatter what." He sighted and let go of her hand suddenly feeling the looks of the other patrons in the inn on them. "Being near you i feel i can regain my memories again but i dont know, maybe it would be the best if never got them back." he said returning to his seat.
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