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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 30, 2010 5:06:15 GMT -5
The air was sweet and refreshing to his lungs, the light breeze brushing past heated skin. Many called him young but talented, able to manipulate the very energy of the natural and sometimes unnatural world to do his bidding. Arthur Kirkland was a proud, young man who held his chin up high, never to be lower than whom he stood in front of unless they commanded his respect. Yet, that may simply have been the very reason why he took his residence into the depths of the forest, away from the contact of those who commanded for such respect for he was never fond to be inferior.
Yet, today Arthur decided to take a chance of human contact by going into the plains, though he knew that many did not decide to pass through here. There were too many monsters roaming around, awaiting for prey to come by in order to make a meal in the chain of survival. Now it was a question as to why he risked contact by going out in such open spaces, but there was a thought in his mind that he was possibly waiting for someone. If not, then this was a good time to get a breath of fresh air and to make himself feel more self accomplished with the slaughter of an evil monster. There was something rather satisfying about that surge of energy at times that one felt after killing one of those fiends, to the point where Arthur craved it…wanted more.
The forest was the boundary of these great, expansive green plains and the possibilities were endless. Staring down at what appeared to be a misshapen wolf off in the distance, its jaws bearing into the meat of its prey, the spell caster could not help but smirk at his target. This would supply him at least for a good few days after a bit of cooking, though his friends insisted that he should not do such a thing. Pulling out his spell book, Arthur began to read from it, lips forming ancient words flawlessly as the wind around him started to pick up, whipping his blonde hair.
Before his spell could reach to its high point and his meal to be made, but soon he felt a small tug on his sleeve. Frowning, emerald eyes glanced over to his shoulder to see the beautiful faerie that seemed to always love his company. Gorgeous brown hair and bright eyes, she appeared to be the epitome of beauty but her motives could always be questioned.
“Ah…Lilith, what is it?” He asked, somewhat wary of the situation but he relaxed slightly when she settled herself on his shoulder. Her wings flapped slightly and Arthur could not help but give a small smile as she whispered softly into his ear. Laughing, the spell caster glanced over at the wolf to see that his prey was gone. “Fuck.” He grumbled under his breath, knowing that it would take a while to find another creature. Lilith frowned slightly before tugging at his golden locks, giving him an encouraging smile and whispering silk like words into his ear for encouragement. “It will be alright, you will find something else.”
Arthur laughed, smiling over at the faerie as he held out his hand as the faerie perched on his pointer finger, smiling back at him. The other faeries fluttered around the spell caster, whispering to each other and giggling which only made the man smile in appreciation.
At least he had them; they were much more intriguing than what any human could be. That was one thing that Arthur knew and it would be hard for him to change his mind. [/blockquote]
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Jun 1, 2010 5:45:13 GMT -5
The bright sun had never been more annoying than now, Elizaveta had faintly noted as she walked through the sea of grass, kicking dirts with her worn leather boots while humming a song to fill the silence that surround her.
It had been a long time since she last stumbled into a town, really. And even longer time since she last talked with someone.
That was what living as a traveller is, she guessed as she eyed the beautiful sight before her. It was fun really, living without any kind of ties to something. It helped her to reach what she wanted. To find that old woman, even though the Hungarian herself wasn't sure whether the person she had spent her past years searching for is still living or not. Maybe she should have given up... Maybe she shouldn't have searched for her. It was like she was wasting her time for nothing. Those thoughts would sometimes passed her mind, tempting her to just stop on her journey and settle herself in the nearest town, find a good man and marry him (because, really, who was she to deny the fact that she was growing older and older?), be a good housewife and raise her children.
Oh, no. There she goes again, letting herself daydream while there are still dangers floating around her. Her hands unconsciously reached for the strapped frying pan on her belts, and she felt a surge of relief when her calloused fingers brushed the cold metal.
She never liked killing. That's the reason why, instead of the usual daggers and short blades rangers like her used to defend herself, she opted to use frying pan instead. The particular piece of weapon had been enhanced, so as to not easily break when used as a self-defense mechanism. Sure, she still had held daggers, and blades, hidden safely in her worn duffel bag, but those, she rarely used.
Unless it was really necessary for her to kill.
Like this time, when she was running out of food.
Cursing lightly, the brunette hurried on her way, wanting to waste no more time in this place, that, despite of its beauty and bountiful sources, lacked sufficient resource of food for her.
Which was strange, really, but she suppose, she's just lucky to have avoided unnecessary bloodshed.
"Now which way to take..." She muttered, eyeing the seemingly endless horizon.
And blinked lightly when she felt something similar to a vast amount of magic in a distance not far from here...
Could it be... that a town is not far from here...?
Oh well, there's only one way to find the truth.
And without thinking over her decision again, she approached the source of magic, her eyes now glinting with curiosity.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 7, 2010 13:58:39 GMT -5
There was a rather grand city near the location where Arthur lived, which was in the forest, but it was quite difficult to sense any magic from that distance. He had spent many years practicing the art of magic, ever since he was young and even when he was unaware of his ability. It was natural within him, the ability to see magical creatures which were normally never seen by those who were not naturally enabled with magic. Yet Arthur soon came to enhance his inner self in order to better the natural forces that were in the world as well as in himself, to complete the link between the elements and so much more.
The spell caster only carried a few daggers in the folds of his cloak as well as a gleaming quarterstaff, the material exuding a slight trace of magic, fluctuating with Arthur's mood. Passion a bold trace, bursting unexpectedly while calm was flickering yet constant, such as an everlasting dying candle flame. At the moment, emotions of uncertainty and inner turmoil swirled within his heart, the magic able to be traced at one moment and then gone the next. He could not help but snort at the very idea of it.
Hah, as if there was someone smart enough in these parts to actually pick up on magic traces. All there ever was were creatures that knew no better and beginning adventurers, who were no better than the very monsters that they attempted to hunt and more frequently than not get knocked out by them.
"It is best for us to leave." Arthur murmured, his deep green eyes showing no more interest in the surroundings anymore. So with the flutter of his cloak, the decent sized man began heading towards the forest again.
That was all until a feeling in him proved to be unsettling. Not necessarily in a bad way, but rather in a manner that proved to be disturbing the natural surroundings. The fairies tugged at Arthur's messy blonde hair gently, their eyes looking behind them to the vast plain. Following their gaze, the spellcaster finally turned around to face a...woman? Well, that was certainly surprising.
Not as if she was worth his time, especially when she appeared to be a housewife of some sort. Well, that was at first glance, Arthur knew better than that. He saw her outfit, which was befitting for the outdoors yet durable enough to take most of the impact of a blade and light enough to run amongst the wilderness with little to no problem. The gleam of metal brought his attention to the daggers on her belt as well as the...frying pan. Must have been a furious housewife if this was the case.
An amused smile took place on his lips at the thought of it before turning away and heading towards the forest once again. There was no reason why he should stay for any longer, even when the fairies were urging him to go back. [/font][/blockquote]
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Jun 10, 2010 23:09:04 GMT -5
Upon a closer examination, this big source of magic she thought to be a town appears to be a man... of some sort. Judging from his stature, that is. She could feel a sigh escaping her lips, unsure whether to be happy or not at this revelation.
On one side, she had finally meet another human being. Finally. It's been too long, she doesn't even remember how long. Despite the fact that she dislikes this part of her -talkative, eww, your mouth is your source of trouble- it's been far too long since she last had a coherent conversation with someone and she was pretty sure, soon enough she will get crazy from all this talking to herself.
On the other side...
This means she will need to ask for the stranger's help. And she hates asking for help from someone. That means she'll be left with an indebted feeling and damn it, if that feeling is not one annoying feeling. It will nag her, bug her from the back of her mind and told her to repeatedly go back and find this particular person and thank them, no, thank is not enough, to ask them if there's anything she can do to repay the favor.
That feeling is exactly the whole thing that drives her into this lonely adventure.
Psh, that old woman.
Well, she gets to see the world, and discovers a lot of wonderful things, so it's not as bad as she make it to be, but...
Ah, whatever. In case like the one she is having right now... She'll just have to swallow whatever is left in her good manners. Approaching the stranger with hasty small steps, she shouted a "Good morning, good sir" at his direction, her hand waving though the other won't be able to see it. The wave of magic that she could faintly feel is unnerving, but she waved it away, seeing as there's no other hope for her here, save for this one man from whom a strong wave of magic was radiating.
The Hungarian sighed in relief when she finally closed the distance between the two of them, adjusting her worn-out bag before putting a smile on her face and wasted no time in asking him ( yep, definitely a him, what from the lack of chest... unless he is actually a she who has a really flat-chest... Better not, she has called him 'sir'... Meh, what has happened can't be taken back, might as well go on with that ) "You won't happen to know a way to the nearest town, don't you, sir?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 13, 2010 17:50:35 GMT -5
Arthur raised a prominent eyebrow as he heard a young, delicate voice behind him though it seemed to hold more strength than just a village woman. So his assumptions were correct, judging from her question as to what the nearest town was. Brushing off the slight dirt on his cloak with his hands, the mage turned around and faced the woman with a respectful though false smile. She was young up close or at least she appeared to be such. Looking around the pastures around the both of them, Arthur placed a hand on his hip as he pondered on it for a moment.
"And a fine morning to you, fair madam." He murmured politely, knowing that it would only do to actually show a sign of respect to strangers who were politely asking for the direction. He was not one to scorn for a simple question, though maybe a map for her could be helpful in the future for an adventurer.
Pausing for a moment, Arthur leaned against the quarterstaff in his hands. "The nearest city is at least a half a mile to the north. Just follow this road and take a right at the fork. That should bring you safely to the city." He mumbled before turning away from the woman again, giving a wave of his hand. "Now I must take my leave. I wish you luck on your journey." Despite his words, Arthur's voice showed no interest in the situation, just exhaustion and the desire to go back into the forest so he could get a good sleep in his bed.
If there was something that Arthur was not expecting in the slightest, the fairies were tugging even more so on his clothes which resulted in a soft grumble from the Briton. "Go back, Sir. Go back." One of the fairies called into his ear, her wings fluttering slightly though the mage continued on ignoring the persistent urgings.
Besides, the woman just asked for directions. There was not much else that he had to do with her then just give her the answers. She was an adventurer and he was just a mage who had settled down, there paths crosses only for the slightest moments. Those paths were not meant to merge and Arthur had no intention of making it such despite the fairies urging him otherwise.
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Jun 16, 2010 5:03:48 GMT -5
If there's one thing that caught Elizaveta's eyes the moment the other turned around, it would be his eyebrows. Huge, prominent eyebrows that's... how to put it nicely... Damn. She ran out of words on how to describe such a... monstrosity. It's such a shame that a handsome face like his is ruined just by something like eyebrows. Brilliant emerald eyes that held intelligence in it and messy sandy-blond hair that actually suits his features... She wondered how his body looked like under those mess of fabrics, how it would glisten with sweat while its owner moans, his breath catching another male's breath and--
Right. Stop there, Elizaveta.
It's not the right time to let your imagination run loose again. And besides, it's not good to stare at someone for that long, so...
She quickly casted her gaze at something else, to the scenery behind him (although it was pretty much the same thing she had seen in a few days. Greens. And more greens.) and her smile grew a little wider at the polite words the other used. Good, this guy has manners too. Maybe... Just maybe...
"Huh? W-wait, I still have something else to ask!" What's with the hurry?
Her hand shot out and reached for the blond's cloak, giving it a firm hold when she could feel the fabric brushing against her skin. It was pretty clear that the other doesn't want to continue their small conversation, but hell if Elizaveta is going to let this man go before she gets what she wants. Or maybe, convince him to give her what she wants.
"I mean, uh, right. Where's my manners..." She chuckled sheepishly before continuing. "Thank you very much for the information, um..." And that's the moment she realized that she has yet to know about the other's name. "May I have the honour of knowing your name, sir...?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 16, 2010 19:51:30 GMT -5
When Arthur turned around to face the ranger, he could not help but notice the flower that was placed nicely in her long brown that spilled over her shoulders and down her back as well as chest. While the Briton knew that his eyebrows were slightly larger than normal, he could never bring himself to actually get rid of them. They were just a part of him and he would be damned if he tried to get rid of them. If Arthur hated anything about himself, it was his so considered brilliant emerald eyes. They seemed just so unnatural for his own liking, too bright yet deep at the same time. In comparison to himself, Arthur would have to readily admit that this woman was much more exposed than himself for his whole body was clothed in heavy, dark cloths which showed very little of his form.
Yet, the reason why this woman was staring at him....was still unanswered. In a manner, it was rather unnerving how her eyes seemed to haze over as her gaze stared not as his face....but rather his body. Now, if he was a woman, he would have probably smacked the young woman for staring in such a manner at him, but being a sophisticated gentleman, he rather pushed the situation gently aside.
Honestly, Arthur wanted nothing more than go to the comforts of his bed, but it seemed as if he would not be able to recieve such an opportunity. Turning around, the Briton faced towards the young woman with a raised eyebrow and a hand resting on his hip. "Name?" he questioned softly, a small frown on his lips.
Well, if the woman wanted to know of it, then he might as well tell her. It was only another few seconds that would be wasted before he turned around to go back into the forest. Yet there seemed to be a determined light in those caramel eyes and he could not help but wonder. With a sigh, Arthur ran a hand through his messy sandy-blond hair as he clutched the intricate quarterstaff in his hands.
"Arthur...Arthur Kirkland, my lady."
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Jun 18, 2010 1:36:40 GMT -5
There's something about this young gentleman that piqued her curiosity. Maybe it was the unnerving force of magic she could feel coming from him... maybe it was the fact that she felt like there's something else with them around, watching them while they talked even though there really is nothing else around them... Nothing she can see with her eyes, that is. Or maybe, it's simply because, like said before, it's been too long since she last saw someone and talked to them.
"Arthur Kirkland..." She repeated the name slowly, trying to memorize it. It's befitting of him. The name, that is. "Okay, so Arthur it is...? The name's Elizaveta. Elizaveta Héderváry." She offered him her best smile, her hand reaching out to grab his hand and shake them rather energetically. "Feel free to call me with whatever name you want."
Circling around the other before stopping right in front of him, she gives Arthur one last look from head to toe before opening her mouth and murmured a small apology. "Sorry if my staring have gotten you a bit uncomfortable..." She can kinda notice it anyway, the other's discomfort at that small mistake she made earlier. Bowing down, the Hungarian gave him an apologetic look. "I uh, tend to let my imagination run wild. Please accept my humblest apologies."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 28, 2010 22:03:07 GMT -5
Arthur watched Elizaveta warily, a small frown on his lips as he looked over her. Well, she seemed like a trustworthy woman...in a way but there was something more to her than what first is anticipated. The fairies were whispering rumors amongst themselves, sitting on Arthur's shoulders and flying around in the air around the two humans with small smiles on their faces as they talked about the girl. Maybe she would become something more? Hah, no way...they knew that Arthur was practically gay...if not asexual.
The Briton sighed, he would have to reprimand them for saying such things later on. Upon hearing the woman's name, he raised an eyebrow at the mouthful of a name. Ah well, he had heard much more complicated names before. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Elizaveta Héderváry." He murmured with a firm hand shake, a smile upon his lips.
Arthur was still wondering why she was staring at him, not being able to even begin to contemplate what in the hell she was thinking. Especially with her imagination. Giving a soft sigh, the Briton tapped his quarter staff with very little interest before raising an eyebrow.
"Miss Héderváry...if there is nothing else you have to speak to me about, I would prefer to return back home."
[SHORT POST IS SHORT. -SOB-]
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Jul 13, 2010 9:05:07 GMT -5
Huh? Elizaveta blinked several times. Whoa, she can't believe someone really just called her complete name. Wasn't it quite a mouthful...? A giggle bubbled past her lips as her eyes sparked with more interest at this handsome Briton, a smile playing on her lips. "Just Elizaveta would do well, Arthur."
Oh, wait.
He never really gave her any permission to call him by his first name, right...?
"It's okay for me to just call you Arthur, right? Or does that make you uncomfortable, sir Kirkland?" She asked him, tilting her head to get a better look at the other.
At the next words though, a frown slipped into her face, and she shot him a sheepish grin before deciding to cut on all the formalities and just go to the point. "Alright, actually, my supply has been running low and I am wondering if you maybe could help me with it..." Elizaveta gestured to her worn-out travel bag. It looked worse than pitiful now. She really have to change it with a new one soon.
"That, and I'm also wondering if you will mind letting me rest for just a little while at your place..." Judging from his looks and what her womanly intuition is telling her, his place shouldn't be too far off... hopefully, Arthur really is as nice and as behaved as he acted in front of her now... She doubts her feet can take her through that other half a mile she needed to go through to reach city after all.
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