Post by Adrianus Delacroix on Apr 27, 2011 12:21:06 GMT 8
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese loved this time of day. It was evening, the burning sun slowly setting below the horizon so that night could sing its way across the sky. The sky itself was colored with reds, oranges, pinks and yellows that slowly faded into the bluish-purple of night. It was the only time of day where she could almost pass for a normal human, when others couldn't see the soft glow of her skin. In less than an hour, the sun would have fully sank below the horizon and night would be on its way with a moon that was not quite full. The night would be only slightly chilly, the breeze on the wind already telling her that. And when night came, she would no longer blend in with the humans of this port. The people that were superstitious kind, unused to things too far out of their realm of normal. [1]
Kimberly Johnson: Even people from other lands were subject to scrutiny and they were just simple humans. Those of other races or differences in appearances were treated as outsiders and seldom met with kindness. It was not a fun adventure. But she would not have to worry about those things just yet. Even when night fell, she had a thick, brown woolen cloak draped on her shoulders that swallowed her. For now, she was standing at the port, at the docks and watching the ships that were docking or leaving. There were so many types and kinds, so many people too. Her heart fluttered at the thought that one day she could see different lands and people, or maybe even have an adventure of her own. She'd heard all the stories, loved all those fables. Some place she could go where she wouldn't have to hide who or [2]
Kimberly Johnson: what she was. Not that she knew exactly what she was, not yet. Her hood was pushed back from her features, electric blue hair that was long blew in the salty wind. Analiese's face was like that of a porcelian doll's, practically perfect with brilliant blue eyes, full lips and high cheekbones. Her skin was soft and almost translucent. Small hands with dainty wrists fiddled with the strap of the satchel that was hanging off one of her shoulders and held everything she held most precious in the world. She was waiting. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but she knew she was waiting for something. Her instincts told her. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: Not far along the edge of the docks; where the sound of the lapping waves against the wooden pilings, were drowned out by the sounds of voices. Hooping and hollers. What could have been describe as perhaps drunk and disorderly. A ring of a gathered crowd and where by oil-powered lamps, hung and suspended, casting deepening shadows as the natural light faded, men and even some women, were bound in a circle admist the stack of crates and goods coming in from and being loaded onto ships departing for distant shores. One had to make coin in one way or another... and his thoughts were disrupted by the shouldering of the large dock-worker, and the man with silver hair, was shoved back into a stack of crates; where one toppled and crashed, breaking open and spilling its precious cargo. <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: A handful of something of an exotic lizard escaping between the cracks and disappearring from sight. But no one seemed to noticed. Their eyes were glued to the two men. the large dock-worker was in definite favor. Huge by normal comparision. Tower well above the silver-haired figure, who stood roughly about six foot-two inches tall... the other had about a least a foot and half over him. His large muscular arms were covered in ink and scars and could easily keep the smaller man at bay. Xenith's cerulean coloured eyes glanced over toward his opponent... his hand resting upon the centre of his chest where he had taken quite a hit.. He spat and shook his head. The larger man was goading him with gestures. His tone was scruffy and his laugh grating on his nerves, as he pushed <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: himself back into the makeshift ring with a little help of the bystanders. Stumbling a bit as he ducked to the right as the meaty fist came swinging in with a hay-maker style approached. And the way he moved gave nothing away, but he seemed to flow between the barrage of attacks, like some skilled dancer, almost as if he mimicked the way the tides moved in and out off the shore. One had to make money he would remind himself. One had to eat and drink. To survive in a world in which he was still a stranger, even though he had been moving from one place to another for several years now... and the crowd roared. Lost in thought, it seemed as if the larger man was going to put him out for the count. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese had heard the crowd for a bit of time, but she hadn't thought much of it. People around the docks were often wild and rambunctious, often getting into fights or worse. But it was finally beginning to gnaw at her, that feeling that she had to be there. That whatever she was waiting for would be there. And she could feel pain there as well, urging her to go and help. To spill her blood and heal whatever was ailing them. But she wouldn't heal, not if there was as large of a group of people as she thought. Humans were not pleasant to people with special abilities. The last to see her do something astounding had locked her away until his deathbed. Her feet drove her towards the sounds and it wasn't long until she saw what it was. A fight ring. She'd only been a witness to one once. [1]
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese pushed her way so that she could see the fighters, the need to help even stronger. Her blue eyes widened as the fighters came into view. One of them, he looked like a dock worker, was huge. He would easily dwarf her. The silver haired man was not in the favor of the crowd, but he seemed to dance around the punches. Her teeth chewed the inside of her lip in thought. The feeling that she was waiting on something had disappeared and she didn't know why. She also didn't know much about fights, just was listening to the words of the crowd. Why were they fighting? Why would anyone want to hurt another living being? It was beyond her, the mechanics and feelings behind it escaping what she knew and felt. But she was a bit surprised by the man's bright eyes and again how he moved. It [2]
Kimberly Johnson: like a dance for him and that she couldn't understand even more. Dancing was not fighting. A man jostled into her and she stumbled a bit before catching herself. The man turned to do a double look at her and spit at her booted feet before pushing his way away. She was different, but it still stung to be looked down at like that. She decided to glue her eyes to the fight before her once more. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: It was apparent that he had at one time a plan. His plan had been to let the larger specimen of a man to wear himself out; but the longer he thought on this, the more it looked as if this beast was not going to be tiring out any time soon. And the stray thought of what this guy might be like in bed with the women; the whores that hung out upon the docks like sea-faring birds for the pickings...Okay so he had to concentrate... the guy's hands were big enough to engul his entire head if he could catch ahold of him. His blue eyes caught the appearance of a woman he had never seen before; at least not from around these parts. " Big mistake.." he breathed to himself as he lost a bit of his momentum and one of those huge hands came for him. He only had enough time to block the blow <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: by lifting his arms and crossing them; taking the impact against his forearms, which of course, lifted him backwards and his worn leather boots did little to keep him from almost skidding the length of the ring from one side to the other. The blow had stung. A moment's worth of pain crossed through his features. He was rusty. Alright he was way out of practice as he brought his hand up and wiped the pad of his bare thumb against the side of his nose. " Is that all you got, eh?" Xenith said. Taunting the giant of a man into hopefully doing something rash and stupid. Make him angry. Slip in while his guard was down sort of thing. Though it seemed to work almost too well... the large mass was thundering over the planks like a run-away mad elephant. And straight towards him. <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: There was but a moment in which he had to react and that was to leap to one side; feeling the planks as he rolled over and across his shoulders out of the way just as those large arms had tried to encircle the space in which he had just previously occupied and vaulted back up to his feet. His bare torso rippled with lean muscles. His skin was slightly off. Pale. Even though he spent a lot of time in the sun, he never seemed to burn or even to tan like most people. But that was for another time.. as the large man grunted and growled, wipped around fast for someone his size. It was time for a frontal atack of his own.. Xenith rused in and jumped, taking to catch the man in the chest with both heels. Not his best.. and certainly not the smartest approached, as he literally bounced <3>
Xenith Ahrimal: off the wall of the muscular chest and fell backwards with a breath driving collison with the wooden surface. The kicker, was the huge boot... easily say about a size seventeen; possibly an eighteen, that caught him hard in the stomach and sent him cascading across the ring. he could feel where splinters were pricking into his skin and he came to rest face up just in front of the woman. His eyes blinked and he looked up towards her..." Haven't seen you aroun dhere before?" he would whisper in a tone that expressed a good and significant anount of pain. <E >
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese was mildly fascinated by the fight and it gave her a chance to dismiss the feelings of shame and embarrassment of who she was. Simply because people didn't accept her. The silver-haired man seemed to be distracted for a moment and blocked a blow, sliding around. It seemed that he kept getting pushed around the ring by the collassal man. Why int he world would you fight someone so much bigger than you? That's when she first caught signs of money trading hands and people complaining that they might be losing bets. Her delicate features shifted into a look of confusion. They were fighting for money? She was tempted to ask someone for further clarification, but didn't want to be met with more scorn and disgust. It wasn't much fun and she didn't think it would be well met to cry [1]
Kimberly Johnson: in a crowd watchinga fight. She watched him move to kick the man in the chest, but it back fired and he ended up being the one kicked instead. Hard. He slid over to her and she could swear she could smell his blood. Her eyes, the same color as her startling hair that was dancing about her face and shoulders, stared down at him with a mix of pain and worry. She wanted to help him. His querry caught her off guard and she couldn't help but offer a smile. She had been caught off guard and the smile lit up her features. That was, until she saw the large man come barrelling towards them. Her hand rested against her throat as her eyebrows rose and she donned the mask of worry once more. It was obvious that he was hurt and that this would probably hurt him even more. "Move!" She called, her [2]
Kimberly Johnson: voice clear and sweet. She didn't know anything about fighting, except that if you just stood there like a bull then you usually got hurt. The urge to help him was even stronger and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep from doing anything. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: He noticed the color of the woman's hair. They matched the hue of her eyes; which was rather peculiar and seemed to further distract him from the truth and the sound of the thundering plod of the larger combatant's footsteps. " Don sweat it...its all part of my pla...........nnnnnnn..." he managed to say before the larhe ham of a hand closed around his foot, dragged him backward and with a great swing, lifted Xenith off the ground in an arc, and sent him flying and crashing through several more stacked crates. The beast turned and focused his attention upon the blue-haired woman. " You be my pet tonight, yar....after I finish with small cub.." he said with a grunting tone. His breath smelled of fish and some kind of offensive alcohol or spirit equal to that of finger-nail paint <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: remover. He bellowed a laugh and slapped his thigh hard, which was incased in what appeared to be the cloth of a sail; stitched up to appear to be pants or breeches for someone of his abnormal size. Meanwhile.. Xenith groaned from where he landed. The sound of cargo and wooden slacks falling and shifting as he picked himself up. His lower lip was bleeding and he had received a small gash above his right eye. The blood dripped down and stung his sight; as his eye squinted. He pulled himself up to his knee and spat as he finally made it up to his feet with an unstable wobble. This was the last time he ever listened to the crew of the ship he currently worked on. The captain of this said ship; easily spotted with the rest, as their hopes seemed to drop, as well as their shoulders. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese was about to say something along the lines of how terrible she thought his plan was going, but then he was drug away, swung and let go into a bunch of crates and barrels. She winced before she heard the large man addressing her. His pet? She cringed at the thought, more than a little panic coloring her features. There was no way that she would ever, ever go with this man to do anything. She had the faintest idea that he meant something of a sexual nature, but being so inexperienced with such things, it was unfathomable to her. The large man, after laughint and slapping his thigh made a motion with his hand and Analiese felt a strong hand clamp around her upper arm. Her eyes turned to stare at a man who looked like every other sailor. He was probably a friend of the man in the [1]
Kimberly Johnson: ring. He shook her a bit and she moved almost like a rag doll. After all, Analiese was small. "He's gonna have fun with you." The beast of a man even smelled her hair, making some noise in the back of his throat that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She had the distinct feeling that her fate was tied to the man's that was now standing, wobbling on his feet. She didn't even know his name. Analiese faintly tried to pull her arm away and found it to be futile. So she turned her eyes back to the silver haired man and called out. "Fight! Win! Do something!" Her voice was no longer clear and bright, it was colored with panic and fear. Analiese did not want to find out what being his pet meant. Did not want to see the silver haired man lose. But more than anything, she didn't [1]
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Kimberly Johnson: want to see him get hurt anymore. He was out of touch of her healing abilities. "Please!" [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: " Woman fetch good trade...Good price when I done with her..." the larger man rmubled with some sort of perverted delight. But his attention was drawn away toward the silver-haired man as the woman cried out, pleading for him to do something. To win. " Little man puny.. can't win. Me big.. and have bigger.." the gesture that followed would be quite obscene, though in light that the woman seemed to know nothing. An innocent. The gesture might be lost, as the large hand grabbed himself and gave his crotch region a few hefty heaves and then bellowed before turning his back to her. Xenith shook his head. Tried to clear his mind. But he was only reminded of the bullies; the beatings received in Primary School the first few months he had been there as a child. <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: He had been smaller; thinner than most of the other children. A runt one might have called him and he fell to the natural pecking order of nature... though he learned his studies and he learned how to fight back eventually. The plea's of the woman with the blue hair fell upon his ears and there was something of a smile that was hidden, seen in flashes as his shoulder length hair framed his face. There was a light within his cerulean eyes, and his demeanor seemed to have changed as he hunched forward and stepped out of the wreckage. " Alright big boy..." he said with his head down and then slowly lifted it and threw it up, flinging his hair back away from his face. Something had definitely changed about him in those few short moments. His eyes closed and he seemed to position <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: himself as the large man came running; charing towards him like a rather large and imposing animal. Spittle ran in rivulets from the corner of the opening mouth and flew off in dtreaming droplets as the beast roared and threw all his weight into and behind his massive fist which was aimed at the smaller figure's head...a blow that looked as if it could take a much smaller man's head completely off. Xenith breathed deep in the few seconds it took the larger man to cross the ring.. and with each breath as he inhaled.. the waves off the sea seemed to reach higher, and as he exhaled, they seem to shrink away.. as if he were drawing upon them. But no one seemed to notice this. Only those that might have some sort of other-worldly insight, might feel the pull and the increase of a <3>
Xenith Ahrimal: spiritual nature. To Xenith; everything around him had been tuned out as if it did not exist behind the veil of darkness that were his sealed eyes. The crowd; the sounds, the cheering all seemed to slow down as if the world around him had been put in a state of slow motion. The plod-plod slapping of the huge feet.. the sound of the racing and over-worked heart. The fist that came within arm's length of his his head.. and when all seemed to be lost.. he raised and thingyed his own arm.. and the power that ran through his veins centered and pushed, focused into his own forming fist and lashed forward. meeting the fist of the beast with what could have been the sound and strength of a tidal wave...and they stood there a moment, locked and connected. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: A good price? She understood that and it registered that after he was done playing with her in whatever disgusting manner he had in mind, he planned to sell her off. Panic set through her again, but her throat closed up and refused to allow her to utter anything. Not a cry, not a scream, nothing. Just silence. A woman standing nearby that smelled of unwashed body, sweat, alcohol and she thought decay, reached over to finger her hair and tug on it. "A pretty price." It was obvious the woman agreed with the beast of a man. He made some obscene gestures that she didn't catch, didn't understand but knew were wrong. But then... her champion, or so she would call him for now, seemed to change. She had been studying his every move, willing him to do something amazing to win, and then he [1]
Kimberly Johnson: changed. Analiese didn't know how he changed, just that he had. There was something... stronger, brighter about him. She could feel the shift in the ocean as well and it startled her, fear washing off her features as she became enraptured by what she felt and saw. It was building and she wondered how it would release. What would happen? But for the first time since beginning to watch this fight, she knew without a doubt that she would be safe and her champion would win. The sound of the fists meeting, the power of it was not lost on the crowd. All of a sudden, there was silence. You could hear the breathing of the crowd, the crashing of the waves... Analiese wanted to cry out, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that something had just shifted. Something had happened that she could not [2]
Kimberly Johnson: deny. This is why she was here, what she had been waiting for. She had been waiting for him. She still didn't understand why though. And he was still hurt. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: In the few seconds that they seemed to be just standing there; locked together; seemed to stretch on for an eternity until Xenith released his breath and his senses came crashing back into reality with the speed of thought. It took a moment for the larger man's mind to register what had just happened. How this smaller being somehow stopped his fist..though the consequnces was the pain that had set in with something of a delay. It felt as if he had punched the surface of the sea going about a hundred miles an hour or more. Like slamming one's fist into a brick wall. The bones in his fingers had shattered. His wrist had been snapped and the bone of his forearm breaking in several places until it had been driven out of the skin just below his elbow. A howl of pain erputed from the <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: large flapping lips and he stumbled back, gripping his nearly useless arm, and all that Zenith did was bring his arm in close to his own bare chest and shook his hand about at the wrist a few times as he flexed his digits. The captain and the crew behind him suddenly lit up with cheers of their own and the passing of money and coin seemed to change hands rather quickly. The light in his eyes dimmed a bit as he lauched himself forward and leaped up while the man was still in shock and delivered one hell of a crushing headbutt to the beast's nose...crushing his septum and on the way down, managed to twist and send a full airborne kick into that chest that he had bounced off before, and sent him sliding back and crashing into the barrels of wine and rum... creating a disaster for those <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: poor and drunken sailors that were looking for a good stiff drink. Xenith fell back to the ground and dropped in a low crouch... Sitting on the heels of his boots and rocking slowly back and forth as his arms hung loose and settled them upon his thighs; his hands hanging down between them and he tilted his head forward and looked at the planks below..and took a deep breath and calmed that power within. The cpatain hopped up and howled his delight... " Winner and still champion of the docks.. XENITH!" he cried and went about collecting the winnings that were aand had been betted upon. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: It was like the world was standing still, waiting to see who would win. Which power struggle would prove the victor! Then there was the snapping of bones, the puncturing of flesh and the wails of a man in great pain. She felt almost sick at the feelings that overwhelmed her. But it wasn't yet over. The silver haired champion had not yet sealed his victory and he needed to. The man's grip on her upper arm was painful, the woman's fingers in her hair. But then the man was crashing into barrels of alcohol that went washing everywhere and there were audible groans and curses in the crowd. But he had won. He had won and she was free, the woman's fingers left her hair and after another shake and curse, the man released her arm as she stumbled. Analiese did not miss the man's name as he was [1]
Kimberly Johnson: named the winner. Again. Analiese decided to be bold, though her heart felt like it was in her throat, and moved towards him. Her leather boots slapped against the planks that were wet before she knelt beside him. "Xenith..." She breathed his name, savoring the sound of it as she looked at him, trying to see all of the damage he had aquired. There were bruises on her upper arm, visible as she moved her hands to push his hair from his face. "Are you badly hurt?" She had seen him take a few blows that could easily hurt a man. But her features were drawn into a smile that she couldn't resist giving. "Thank you." Analiese truely felt grateful. He had been losing, she was sure of it, and then he was winning. And she was free. Free of any sort of gritty ideas that beast, who was moaning and [2]
Kimberly Johnson: groaning now, had had. If he was injured, she could help him, but not here. The bruise on her arm was already fading and she moved it back beneath the cloak she wore to keep it from view. Best not to draw too much attention. She already stood out. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: He said nothing at first. Perhaps he had been ignoring her, but the fact of the matter was that he was containing himself. Pushing that power down before others realized that he was not all that he seemed to appear to be. His head was still lowered; his chin rested against his chest and then it slowly shook from one side to the next. " It takes more than a few bumps and scrapes..." he said with a near quiet tone. Though he wasn't sure what the woman could be thanking him for. Unless she had placed money on his behalf and had won? Perhaps that was it. Though he was only assuming at this point. " You're welcome... I think.." he said as he lifted his shoulders and shrugged as he brought his head up and viewed the woman with the blue hair through the damp strands of his silver hair. <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: So she had some looks to her. Not uncommonly attractive. Not that he ever thought in that manner. But her hair and her eyes; she stood out like a sore thumb amidst these ruffians; the sea-dogs. Sailors and pirates alike. " Point of advice, girl... I'd do something about the hair and eyes... cover them up or something. You'll draw unwanted attention from this lot.. and they aren't above taking a girl like you and selling you off to the highest bidder," he said and picked himself up with a few joint popping gestures. He stood an easy six foot-two..give or take when he wasn't wearing his boots. Faint scars here and there across his bare skin. The typical build for a warrior. Someone trained to fight. Trained how to win and never back down. " You have a name?" <E>
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Kimberly Johnson: Even people from other lands were subject to scrutiny and they were just simple humans. Those of other races or differences in appearances were treated as outsiders and seldom met with kindness. It was not a fun adventure. But she would not have to worry about those things just yet. Even when night fell, she had a thick, brown woolen cloak draped on her shoulders that swallowed her. For now, she was standing at the port, at the docks and watching the ships that were docking or leaving. There were so many types and kinds, so many people too. Her heart fluttered at the thought that one day she could see different lands and people, or maybe even have an adventure of her own. She'd heard all the stories, loved all those fables. Some place she could go where she wouldn't have to hide who or [2]
Kimberly Johnson: what she was. Not that she knew exactly what she was, not yet. Her hood was pushed back from her features, electric blue hair that was long blew in the salty wind. Analiese's face was like that of a porcelian doll's, practically perfect with brilliant blue eyes, full lips and high cheekbones. Her skin was soft and almost translucent. Small hands with dainty wrists fiddled with the strap of the satchel that was hanging off one of her shoulders and held everything she held most precious in the world. She was waiting. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but she knew she was waiting for something. Her instincts told her. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: Not far along the edge of the docks; where the sound of the lapping waves against the wooden pilings, were drowned out by the sounds of voices. Hooping and hollers. What could have been describe as perhaps drunk and disorderly. A ring of a gathered crowd and where by oil-powered lamps, hung and suspended, casting deepening shadows as the natural light faded, men and even some women, were bound in a circle admist the stack of crates and goods coming in from and being loaded onto ships departing for distant shores. One had to make coin in one way or another... and his thoughts were disrupted by the shouldering of the large dock-worker, and the man with silver hair, was shoved back into a stack of crates; where one toppled and crashed, breaking open and spilling its precious cargo. <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: A handful of something of an exotic lizard escaping between the cracks and disappearring from sight. But no one seemed to noticed. Their eyes were glued to the two men. the large dock-worker was in definite favor. Huge by normal comparision. Tower well above the silver-haired figure, who stood roughly about six foot-two inches tall... the other had about a least a foot and half over him. His large muscular arms were covered in ink and scars and could easily keep the smaller man at bay. Xenith's cerulean coloured eyes glanced over toward his opponent... his hand resting upon the centre of his chest where he had taken quite a hit.. He spat and shook his head. The larger man was goading him with gestures. His tone was scruffy and his laugh grating on his nerves, as he pushed <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: himself back into the makeshift ring with a little help of the bystanders. Stumbling a bit as he ducked to the right as the meaty fist came swinging in with a hay-maker style approached. And the way he moved gave nothing away, but he seemed to flow between the barrage of attacks, like some skilled dancer, almost as if he mimicked the way the tides moved in and out off the shore. One had to make money he would remind himself. One had to eat and drink. To survive in a world in which he was still a stranger, even though he had been moving from one place to another for several years now... and the crowd roared. Lost in thought, it seemed as if the larger man was going to put him out for the count. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese had heard the crowd for a bit of time, but she hadn't thought much of it. People around the docks were often wild and rambunctious, often getting into fights or worse. But it was finally beginning to gnaw at her, that feeling that she had to be there. That whatever she was waiting for would be there. And she could feel pain there as well, urging her to go and help. To spill her blood and heal whatever was ailing them. But she wouldn't heal, not if there was as large of a group of people as she thought. Humans were not pleasant to people with special abilities. The last to see her do something astounding had locked her away until his deathbed. Her feet drove her towards the sounds and it wasn't long until she saw what it was. A fight ring. She'd only been a witness to one once. [1]
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese pushed her way so that she could see the fighters, the need to help even stronger. Her blue eyes widened as the fighters came into view. One of them, he looked like a dock worker, was huge. He would easily dwarf her. The silver haired man was not in the favor of the crowd, but he seemed to dance around the punches. Her teeth chewed the inside of her lip in thought. The feeling that she was waiting on something had disappeared and she didn't know why. She also didn't know much about fights, just was listening to the words of the crowd. Why were they fighting? Why would anyone want to hurt another living being? It was beyond her, the mechanics and feelings behind it escaping what she knew and felt. But she was a bit surprised by the man's bright eyes and again how he moved. It [2]
Kimberly Johnson: like a dance for him and that she couldn't understand even more. Dancing was not fighting. A man jostled into her and she stumbled a bit before catching herself. The man turned to do a double look at her and spit at her booted feet before pushing his way away. She was different, but it still stung to be looked down at like that. She decided to glue her eyes to the fight before her once more. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: It was apparent that he had at one time a plan. His plan had been to let the larger specimen of a man to wear himself out; but the longer he thought on this, the more it looked as if this beast was not going to be tiring out any time soon. And the stray thought of what this guy might be like in bed with the women; the whores that hung out upon the docks like sea-faring birds for the pickings...Okay so he had to concentrate... the guy's hands were big enough to engul his entire head if he could catch ahold of him. His blue eyes caught the appearance of a woman he had never seen before; at least not from around these parts. " Big mistake.." he breathed to himself as he lost a bit of his momentum and one of those huge hands came for him. He only had enough time to block the blow <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: by lifting his arms and crossing them; taking the impact against his forearms, which of course, lifted him backwards and his worn leather boots did little to keep him from almost skidding the length of the ring from one side to the other. The blow had stung. A moment's worth of pain crossed through his features. He was rusty. Alright he was way out of practice as he brought his hand up and wiped the pad of his bare thumb against the side of his nose. " Is that all you got, eh?" Xenith said. Taunting the giant of a man into hopefully doing something rash and stupid. Make him angry. Slip in while his guard was down sort of thing. Though it seemed to work almost too well... the large mass was thundering over the planks like a run-away mad elephant. And straight towards him. <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: There was but a moment in which he had to react and that was to leap to one side; feeling the planks as he rolled over and across his shoulders out of the way just as those large arms had tried to encircle the space in which he had just previously occupied and vaulted back up to his feet. His bare torso rippled with lean muscles. His skin was slightly off. Pale. Even though he spent a lot of time in the sun, he never seemed to burn or even to tan like most people. But that was for another time.. as the large man grunted and growled, wipped around fast for someone his size. It was time for a frontal atack of his own.. Xenith rused in and jumped, taking to catch the man in the chest with both heels. Not his best.. and certainly not the smartest approached, as he literally bounced <3>
Xenith Ahrimal: off the wall of the muscular chest and fell backwards with a breath driving collison with the wooden surface. The kicker, was the huge boot... easily say about a size seventeen; possibly an eighteen, that caught him hard in the stomach and sent him cascading across the ring. he could feel where splinters were pricking into his skin and he came to rest face up just in front of the woman. His eyes blinked and he looked up towards her..." Haven't seen you aroun dhere before?" he would whisper in a tone that expressed a good and significant anount of pain. <E >
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese was mildly fascinated by the fight and it gave her a chance to dismiss the feelings of shame and embarrassment of who she was. Simply because people didn't accept her. The silver-haired man seemed to be distracted for a moment and blocked a blow, sliding around. It seemed that he kept getting pushed around the ring by the collassal man. Why int he world would you fight someone so much bigger than you? That's when she first caught signs of money trading hands and people complaining that they might be losing bets. Her delicate features shifted into a look of confusion. They were fighting for money? She was tempted to ask someone for further clarification, but didn't want to be met with more scorn and disgust. It wasn't much fun and she didn't think it would be well met to cry [1]
Kimberly Johnson: in a crowd watchinga fight. She watched him move to kick the man in the chest, but it back fired and he ended up being the one kicked instead. Hard. He slid over to her and she could swear she could smell his blood. Her eyes, the same color as her startling hair that was dancing about her face and shoulders, stared down at him with a mix of pain and worry. She wanted to help him. His querry caught her off guard and she couldn't help but offer a smile. She had been caught off guard and the smile lit up her features. That was, until she saw the large man come barrelling towards them. Her hand rested against her throat as her eyebrows rose and she donned the mask of worry once more. It was obvious that he was hurt and that this would probably hurt him even more. "Move!" She called, her [2]
Kimberly Johnson: voice clear and sweet. She didn't know anything about fighting, except that if you just stood there like a bull then you usually got hurt. The urge to help him was even stronger and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep from doing anything. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: He noticed the color of the woman's hair. They matched the hue of her eyes; which was rather peculiar and seemed to further distract him from the truth and the sound of the thundering plod of the larger combatant's footsteps. " Don sweat it...its all part of my pla...........nnnnnnn..." he managed to say before the larhe ham of a hand closed around his foot, dragged him backward and with a great swing, lifted Xenith off the ground in an arc, and sent him flying and crashing through several more stacked crates. The beast turned and focused his attention upon the blue-haired woman. " You be my pet tonight, yar....after I finish with small cub.." he said with a grunting tone. His breath smelled of fish and some kind of offensive alcohol or spirit equal to that of finger-nail paint <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: remover. He bellowed a laugh and slapped his thigh hard, which was incased in what appeared to be the cloth of a sail; stitched up to appear to be pants or breeches for someone of his abnormal size. Meanwhile.. Xenith groaned from where he landed. The sound of cargo and wooden slacks falling and shifting as he picked himself up. His lower lip was bleeding and he had received a small gash above his right eye. The blood dripped down and stung his sight; as his eye squinted. He pulled himself up to his knee and spat as he finally made it up to his feet with an unstable wobble. This was the last time he ever listened to the crew of the ship he currently worked on. The captain of this said ship; easily spotted with the rest, as their hopes seemed to drop, as well as their shoulders. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: Analiese was about to say something along the lines of how terrible she thought his plan was going, but then he was drug away, swung and let go into a bunch of crates and barrels. She winced before she heard the large man addressing her. His pet? She cringed at the thought, more than a little panic coloring her features. There was no way that she would ever, ever go with this man to do anything. She had the faintest idea that he meant something of a sexual nature, but being so inexperienced with such things, it was unfathomable to her. The large man, after laughint and slapping his thigh made a motion with his hand and Analiese felt a strong hand clamp around her upper arm. Her eyes turned to stare at a man who looked like every other sailor. He was probably a friend of the man in the [1]
Kimberly Johnson: ring. He shook her a bit and she moved almost like a rag doll. After all, Analiese was small. "He's gonna have fun with you." The beast of a man even smelled her hair, making some noise in the back of his throat that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She had the distinct feeling that her fate was tied to the man's that was now standing, wobbling on his feet. She didn't even know his name. Analiese faintly tried to pull her arm away and found it to be futile. So she turned her eyes back to the silver haired man and called out. "Fight! Win! Do something!" Her voice was no longer clear and bright, it was colored with panic and fear. Analiese did not want to find out what being his pet meant. Did not want to see the silver haired man lose. But more than anything, she didn't [1]
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Kimberly Johnson: want to see him get hurt anymore. He was out of touch of her healing abilities. "Please!" [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: " Woman fetch good trade...Good price when I done with her..." the larger man rmubled with some sort of perverted delight. But his attention was drawn away toward the silver-haired man as the woman cried out, pleading for him to do something. To win. " Little man puny.. can't win. Me big.. and have bigger.." the gesture that followed would be quite obscene, though in light that the woman seemed to know nothing. An innocent. The gesture might be lost, as the large hand grabbed himself and gave his crotch region a few hefty heaves and then bellowed before turning his back to her. Xenith shook his head. Tried to clear his mind. But he was only reminded of the bullies; the beatings received in Primary School the first few months he had been there as a child. <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: He had been smaller; thinner than most of the other children. A runt one might have called him and he fell to the natural pecking order of nature... though he learned his studies and he learned how to fight back eventually. The plea's of the woman with the blue hair fell upon his ears and there was something of a smile that was hidden, seen in flashes as his shoulder length hair framed his face. There was a light within his cerulean eyes, and his demeanor seemed to have changed as he hunched forward and stepped out of the wreckage. " Alright big boy..." he said with his head down and then slowly lifted it and threw it up, flinging his hair back away from his face. Something had definitely changed about him in those few short moments. His eyes closed and he seemed to position <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: himself as the large man came running; charing towards him like a rather large and imposing animal. Spittle ran in rivulets from the corner of the opening mouth and flew off in dtreaming droplets as the beast roared and threw all his weight into and behind his massive fist which was aimed at the smaller figure's head...a blow that looked as if it could take a much smaller man's head completely off. Xenith breathed deep in the few seconds it took the larger man to cross the ring.. and with each breath as he inhaled.. the waves off the sea seemed to reach higher, and as he exhaled, they seem to shrink away.. as if he were drawing upon them. But no one seemed to notice this. Only those that might have some sort of other-worldly insight, might feel the pull and the increase of a <3>
Xenith Ahrimal: spiritual nature. To Xenith; everything around him had been tuned out as if it did not exist behind the veil of darkness that were his sealed eyes. The crowd; the sounds, the cheering all seemed to slow down as if the world around him had been put in a state of slow motion. The plod-plod slapping of the huge feet.. the sound of the racing and over-worked heart. The fist that came within arm's length of his his head.. and when all seemed to be lost.. he raised and thingyed his own arm.. and the power that ran through his veins centered and pushed, focused into his own forming fist and lashed forward. meeting the fist of the beast with what could have been the sound and strength of a tidal wave...and they stood there a moment, locked and connected. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: A good price? She understood that and it registered that after he was done playing with her in whatever disgusting manner he had in mind, he planned to sell her off. Panic set through her again, but her throat closed up and refused to allow her to utter anything. Not a cry, not a scream, nothing. Just silence. A woman standing nearby that smelled of unwashed body, sweat, alcohol and she thought decay, reached over to finger her hair and tug on it. "A pretty price." It was obvious the woman agreed with the beast of a man. He made some obscene gestures that she didn't catch, didn't understand but knew were wrong. But then... her champion, or so she would call him for now, seemed to change. She had been studying his every move, willing him to do something amazing to win, and then he [1]
Kimberly Johnson: changed. Analiese didn't know how he changed, just that he had. There was something... stronger, brighter about him. She could feel the shift in the ocean as well and it startled her, fear washing off her features as she became enraptured by what she felt and saw. It was building and she wondered how it would release. What would happen? But for the first time since beginning to watch this fight, she knew without a doubt that she would be safe and her champion would win. The sound of the fists meeting, the power of it was not lost on the crowd. All of a sudden, there was silence. You could hear the breathing of the crowd, the crashing of the waves... Analiese wanted to cry out, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that something had just shifted. Something had happened that she could not [2]
Kimberly Johnson: deny. This is why she was here, what she had been waiting for. She had been waiting for him. She still didn't understand why though. And he was still hurt. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: In the few seconds that they seemed to be just standing there; locked together; seemed to stretch on for an eternity until Xenith released his breath and his senses came crashing back into reality with the speed of thought. It took a moment for the larger man's mind to register what had just happened. How this smaller being somehow stopped his fist..though the consequnces was the pain that had set in with something of a delay. It felt as if he had punched the surface of the sea going about a hundred miles an hour or more. Like slamming one's fist into a brick wall. The bones in his fingers had shattered. His wrist had been snapped and the bone of his forearm breaking in several places until it had been driven out of the skin just below his elbow. A howl of pain erputed from the <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: large flapping lips and he stumbled back, gripping his nearly useless arm, and all that Zenith did was bring his arm in close to his own bare chest and shook his hand about at the wrist a few times as he flexed his digits. The captain and the crew behind him suddenly lit up with cheers of their own and the passing of money and coin seemed to change hands rather quickly. The light in his eyes dimmed a bit as he lauched himself forward and leaped up while the man was still in shock and delivered one hell of a crushing headbutt to the beast's nose...crushing his septum and on the way down, managed to twist and send a full airborne kick into that chest that he had bounced off before, and sent him sliding back and crashing into the barrels of wine and rum... creating a disaster for those <2>
Xenith Ahrimal: poor and drunken sailors that were looking for a good stiff drink. Xenith fell back to the ground and dropped in a low crouch... Sitting on the heels of his boots and rocking slowly back and forth as his arms hung loose and settled them upon his thighs; his hands hanging down between them and he tilted his head forward and looked at the planks below..and took a deep breath and calmed that power within. The cpatain hopped up and howled his delight... " Winner and still champion of the docks.. XENITH!" he cried and went about collecting the winnings that were aand had been betted upon. <E>
Kimberly Johnson: It was like the world was standing still, waiting to see who would win. Which power struggle would prove the victor! Then there was the snapping of bones, the puncturing of flesh and the wails of a man in great pain. She felt almost sick at the feelings that overwhelmed her. But it wasn't yet over. The silver haired champion had not yet sealed his victory and he needed to. The man's grip on her upper arm was painful, the woman's fingers in her hair. But then the man was crashing into barrels of alcohol that went washing everywhere and there were audible groans and curses in the crowd. But he had won. He had won and she was free, the woman's fingers left her hair and after another shake and curse, the man released her arm as she stumbled. Analiese did not miss the man's name as he was [1]
Kimberly Johnson: named the winner. Again. Analiese decided to be bold, though her heart felt like it was in her throat, and moved towards him. Her leather boots slapped against the planks that were wet before she knelt beside him. "Xenith..." She breathed his name, savoring the sound of it as she looked at him, trying to see all of the damage he had aquired. There were bruises on her upper arm, visible as she moved her hands to push his hair from his face. "Are you badly hurt?" She had seen him take a few blows that could easily hurt a man. But her features were drawn into a smile that she couldn't resist giving. "Thank you." Analiese truely felt grateful. He had been losing, she was sure of it, and then he was winning. And she was free. Free of any sort of gritty ideas that beast, who was moaning and [2]
Kimberly Johnson: groaning now, had had. If he was injured, she could help him, but not here. The bruise on her arm was already fading and she moved it back beneath the cloak she wore to keep it from view. Best not to draw too much attention. She already stood out. [E3]
Xenith Ahrimal: He said nothing at first. Perhaps he had been ignoring her, but the fact of the matter was that he was containing himself. Pushing that power down before others realized that he was not all that he seemed to appear to be. His head was still lowered; his chin rested against his chest and then it slowly shook from one side to the next. " It takes more than a few bumps and scrapes..." he said with a near quiet tone. Though he wasn't sure what the woman could be thanking him for. Unless she had placed money on his behalf and had won? Perhaps that was it. Though he was only assuming at this point. " You're welcome... I think.." he said as he lifted his shoulders and shrugged as he brought his head up and viewed the woman with the blue hair through the damp strands of his silver hair. <1>
Xenith Ahrimal: So she had some looks to her. Not uncommonly attractive. Not that he ever thought in that manner. But her hair and her eyes; she stood out like a sore thumb amidst these ruffians; the sea-dogs. Sailors and pirates alike. " Point of advice, girl... I'd do something about the hair and eyes... cover them up or something. You'll draw unwanted attention from this lot.. and they aren't above taking a girl like you and selling you off to the highest bidder," he said and picked himself up with a few joint popping gestures. He stood an easy six foot-two..give or take when he wasn't wearing his boots. Faint scars here and there across his bare skin. The typical build for a warrior. Someone trained to fight. Trained how to win and never back down. " You have a name?" <E>
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