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Post by Winter on May 2, 2011 20:57:06 GMT 8
Xenith Ahrimal: As all great stories eventually come to an end. There was always a middle and there is always a beginning. Before he was ever reigned in as the Champion. before Xenith was known as the Alu Selu Arator; he was in fact just a man. A younger man journied back through the flow of time to a time and place when things were less complicated. A time when he was a young man.. toward the end of his years within the basics of Primary School within the tranquil realm-state of Pinquelek. A much more quieted and free-spirited man resided. Many would have said he was the runt of the litter. Thin and tall; where as most of those there in attendance were of more brawn than brains. His hair was not quite the silver it was today. It held a blue-ish hue in the light and he wore it long and pulled back into a ponytail. Which he kept loose; as it swayed with his every languid and fluid grace. He stood atop one of the many parapets around the main building, leaning against the cold and almost sun-bleached stone. His cerulean colored eyes held fascination for life outside of the cloistered school. In one hand he held something that looked like an apple but the peel of the skin was a pale blue and tasted a bit more like a pear when he bit into it and chewed slowly; as his thoughts drifted high after a few rigorous hours of studies and training. Fresh bruises on his bare arms and face. One slightly swollen eye that would heal in time.
Winter Sorceress: Narvinye, the only daughter of the Highest Summoner of the Water element, Yalar En Alu, crept up along the corridor towards one of the winding staircases leading up to the ramparts, taking care not to make her presence known by the guards, pressing slender form against the crook of the white, marble pillars everytime one or two passes by. A smile resides on her pale crimson lips as ears caught the bellowing voice of her matron in attendance, Mildren, searching high and low for the escaping princess. "Narvy! Narvy!.. You have yet to finish your lessons, young miss! You come back here this instant or by the Frozen Sea I will report this to your mother!" The shrill sound of her mid-age guardian wafted up towards her. She hid a giggle behind a pale hand, her free hand lifting the long pale blue skirt as padded feet bounded up the cold staircase towards freedom. She have had enough of Conjuring Spells. Bored of trying to conjure miniature elementals. She wanted to go further with the spells she had developed. But no, it was forbidden. Like so many things in her life. Thanks to the heritage she was born into. The cold, soft breeze of the Northern Kingdom, rushes forth to greet her as she burst out of the open door, her body coming to press against the cold, stone wall, eyelids closed lightly over cerulean gaze, taking in the wondrous feel of Winter all around her.
Xenith Ahrimal: " Hmmm? What's going on now?" he said; more wondering to himself but he had a small habit of speaking aloud even when things should be kept silent within his own mind. The voices were distant. It sounded as if someone were looking for someone. At first perhaps the thoughts that came to mind were that the Primary School bullies had been at it again. Picking on those lower in grade and rank than they. Once upon a time; he had been one of those victims. But he had learned really quick after the first few months to defend himself and had aquired a small little reputation of going against the normal flow and pecking order and roughing up the bullies and defending those that were too weak to do it on their own. His attention focused to the crowds of people outside of the walls. Another bite and his teeth ground the sweet tasting fruit into mush; over-chewing before he reverted to swallowing as he lifted his hand and used the back of his silver finger-less training glove to wipe a rivulet of stray juice from the corner of his mouth. Whatever; whoever had been shouting, the name or names had been a bit too faint for even himself to make out. It wasn't any of his business really, and he returned to scanning the landscape, the sky and then turning his back and leaning up against the wall and gazing into the center of where his life had started.
Winter Sorceress: Even the smallest of sound would have registered in her ears, for her senses has been refined to be superior than any of her kin. Even against the whistling caress of the soft Northern breeze, it was as clear as water. And a strange sound it was, a voice to be precise, coming to rest upon her ears. Swiftly eyelids would roll up to allow azure gaze to glance around with rapid movement of chin; wary crept onto the surface of their unfathomable pools but was held at bay by the stubborn frown that creased perfectly arched brows. "Who goes there?" Her voice was soft yet firm, unmistakable was the unusual melody reserved only for the nobles of the House of Alu. Narvinye would turn to face the direction from whence the voice came, moving slowly towards the parapets; a freezing spell coming up to curl upon her tongue as she rounded the corner. A soft intake of breath was taken as her eyes came to rest upon the tall form of the male; obviously a student, judging from his worn, leather upon blue tunic, leaning nonchalantly against the wall. "And I suppose you are hiding too?" She would asked quietly, her face was a mask of practised indifference, though her eyes would betray her curiosity should he had looked deep into their depths. The princess had never spoken to any males outside of the Castle, let alone males of her age group.
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Post by Winter on May 2, 2011 21:09:47 GMT 8
Gabriel Saint-John: " Hiding?" was his first reaction as he lifted his head and turned his cerulean stained eyes in the direction of the voice. Now this was something new? As he gazed upon the girl... which he used lightly as she looked as if she could be no older than he was and he was still considered a boy; even though he was only mere months away from graduation. " Not hiding.. I am taking a meal break before I have to return to my studies," he said with a voice that was like running water. Like a trickling mountain stream where it came tumbling down the mountain-side. Soft as a brook. " I would assume by the suddenness in your voice and the quick to accuse; that you, yourself, are hiding?" and then he recalled the distant sounds of someone calling out a name or had been names. Perhaps they had been looking for this girl? His head lowered and he took a third bite of the fruit ( to be named properly later ) and took a moment to visualize this female presence. Looking her up and down with a slow but subtle gaze. The only hint would have been the way his eyes moved without betraying anything of motion; nor what he might be thinking. His lean form ( which had not filled out by this time ) shifted as the wind blew and tugged at his blue tunic, which appeared to be a size too big. His breeches were the same color and fit loose around his long legs. His leather boots were worn and the silver grieves strapped to his shins were tarnished and dented in places. " I"m not disturbing you, am I? I had the presumption I was alone up here?" <2E>
Winter Sorceress: If she had not been trained to close up all emotional doors of her heart and soul; preventing any feelings from spilling to the outer world at will, she would have blushed from his words. Indeed, she was quick to judge him, never having thought that anyone would choose the cold rooftop of the South-most Tower as a refuge. Well, she was one of the few exceptions of course, but that was besides the point. She practically owned the Kingdom. And though she had on a few occasions found the escape she needed from her tormentors up in these lonely ramparts, she had never once encountered another person, not even a guard. But here he was, a student from the School of Fighters, obvious, by the crest upon his leather armor. A pale hand rose to brush a renegade strand fromobscuring her sight of him; the silver in her long, straight hair dancing in the soft light of mid-day Sun. "Well, I.." She would start to offer a reason for her being there, but being reminded by logic, she shifted her answer to a question, once again fighting the blush that had threatened to color her alabaster cheeks. "No, of course not. Why would you be disturbing me..?" Eyes kept their hold on his form, in turn grazing his lean make, taking note of his worn, oversized uniform. <e>
Xenith Ahrimal: There was something different about this girl. Something that was not like the others in which he had encountered within these walls. And she definitely did not have the flare that those outside of these prison-like walls seemed to display. Almost as if there was an air of being sheltered around her. From his boot he reached down and pulled; produced a curve-handled dagger and with a relatively easy motion; he sliced a section of the fruit off and would hand it out in offering in er direction. " You don't find many up here... not in these lonely heights. Unless you're a guard. Or royalty onthe run.." he said. He was as sharp as the dagger he carried in the top of his boot. But he only assumed this. Not knowing actually who she really was. It was just he had an unusual way of thinking. " You have a name, m'lady?" he would ask of her. His manners and a sense of etiquette; beat into him over countless hours of forgetting to be polite. He could still feel the stinging blows to the back of his hands even now. years after such conditions. It was quite alright if she didn't answer, of course, though she had the look of someone who had enough for one day and decided to ditch their classes for the open air of the Nothern reaches. <2E>
Winter Sorceress: The swiftness of his movement, pulling the blade out of it sheath hidden in his boot, have caused the alarms in her mind to set off. A stranger brandishing a dangerous weapon, no matter how small, was never a good thing. Narvinye would take a step backwards, a hand rising from its station on the right side of her slender form, the freezing spell coming to light in her mind once again. Though it took only a few seconds, not long enough for a second breath to be drawn, the blade had proceeded to glide through the Frost pear, held in his hand. Suspended breath was released then, slowly and quietly. Azure eyes widening slightly as he rises a hand to offer to her the halved fruit. It was an odd occurence. She had never been approached by any of the Kingdom's subjects, let alone being offered to share a meal. For a moment, she was speechless; gaze searching his face before falling to the offering hand. The hand that had started to rise to protect her rose instead to accept the offering; soft padded fingertips grazing his palm, the simple touch causes a jolt of unexplainable energy that surged to cause an unfamiliar tingle to run from her hand to the base of her spine. She almost shivered physically, but for the all the practised control, she remained poised. "Royalty? I am not.." She started to answer, keeping her gaze on the fruit. "I am a student from the School of .. Magic. My name is.. Na.." She pauses, the wheels of her mind turning rapidly as she tries to find a name not assocated with the House of Alu. "Winter..." <e>
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Post by Winter on May 2, 2011 21:23:52 GMT 8
Xenith Ahrimal: For a moment it had been or could have been described as if those eyes of his; something behind them as they narrowed the moment in which she had stepped back. It was as if he saw something; more like felt something as he stashed the knife back into his boot. It was, however, forgotten as soon as her fingers had grazed over the palm of his hand. That unexplained feeling; sensations that shot through at into the icy depths of his soul. An odd occurance which left the small hairs on the back of his standing up as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. " Na.. Winter?" he repated slowly. That seemed to be quite the unsual name but who was he to judge someone just by their name alone. " Well Na' Winter... I'm Xenith. Xenith Ahrimal," he said and remembered to bow in a polite form and gesture. One that as he bent forward, even in the slightest of movements; sent those loose hanging locks to fall from over his shoulder and were or had been almost long enough to reach the stone durface underfoot. " So how long have you been here? In the academy for Magic?" he would ask. This was the first time he ever had met her. Hadn't seen her around the halls or chambers. Perhaps she was new; just coming in from one of the others for more in depth study and forms of magic manipulation? So many questions ran through his mind that it never occured to him; that this was the first time he had ever been this close to a girl. let alone actually conversing with one.
Winter Sorceress: If he was being humorous, she would not have known. Having been brought up in the House of Alu, all petty emotions were never tolerated. Proper manners and etiquette a norm. She had been curious when she was a child, not more than seven or eight years of age, as to why she was not allowed the same privileges as the rest of the children of the Water nation; her innocent eyes following every careless steps as her brethrens as they ran around the fountains in the city square; screaming with laughter or crying their hearts out after falling down onto the cobbled streets. She had wanted to laugh or even cry like those children playing below the tower of her abode. But of course those were wishful thinking and will not have been allowed. She heaves a long breath, shaking her head slowly from side to side; the long strands brushing her white, fur coat, tangling some in theprocess. "Winter.. my name is Winter." Replied quietly. But his voice was a flowing like the precious water running down the magestic fountain of Alu in the Castle's main courtyard; it was a conduit of feelings she had not yet experienced nor understand at the time. Her gaze would find him bowing as he finished introducing himself. She could not help but to mouth his name. "Xenith.. Xenith Ahrimal" Silently in her mind; something was familiar, his name echoing in her mind like a folk song presented by the resident bard. His query caused another shock of emotion; fear of discovery would come close to describing it. She was not sure of the nature but for now, she was not ready to reveal herself. She wanted to stay there for a while longer. Her curiosity of him mounting. "Not long. In fact, I am quite new. I have come from the City of Crysallis." She was quick in her lie; avoiding his eyes to look upon the crest on his chest. Crysallis was the port city from which all traders from other parts of the world came to gain entry to the Kingdom of Water. "Are you a local then, Xenith?" She would ask; pulling away yet a few strands that had come to rest on her cold cheek.
Xenith Ahrimal: " Local? Me... no. I am an orphan. I was raised by the House of Ahrimal.. as the general and his wife had no kids of their own," he said. It had not reached the point yet that Xenith would have know that his true Mother was and would be the Dragon known as Daana'd; the very spirit of the element in which he had been born. His father, however, that was yet to be seen. Some specualtion was that his true father might have been General Ahrimal. " So you're from Crysallis? Haven't been there myself. But I hear it is a sight to behold," he said as he leaned back against the stone wall and enjoyed the last remaining bites of the frozen pear. " Maybe after graduation.. I might go there on my way to my secondary academy... see the ships. maybe even have one of my own eventually," He said as if he had high hopes and dreams of something much better in life. Though his cerulean and ever questioning aze had noticed that she kept looking at the crest upon his worn leather armored jerkin. The crest; which seemed to be of an interest? The mind behind his exterior was hard at work trying to figure her out.. he had been told he had a developing knack for reading others; but he could just not quite put his finger to this one. It was almost as if she were hiding something.
Winter Sorceress: General Ahrimal. Ah, so that was why his name was familiar to her. General Ahrimal was one of the highest ranking nobles in their kingdom, members of the council of Alu, headed by her father the King, or rather High Summoner of the element of Water. She has had a few fleeting encounters with the general, a formidable presence next to her father. Narvinye's gaze would rise upon Xenith's features once more, finding some resemblance to the general, which was a little odd since he was adopted by the Ahrimal familiy, or so he said. And something more, for his face, as young as he is, was chiseled in a sharper version from that of his noble sire, if indeed he is the fruit of the General's loins. A hidden lineage perhaps, her mind would suggest. Chin would move to nod, though mind have decided to remain suspicious of his heritage. As he would of hers, she would suspect. Narvinye continued to listen, a shadow of a smile would sweep across her lips, though it was fleeting and was soon gone; her beautiful face an emotionless mask. He would wonder, as to why her eyes would stray to the Crest on his chest. It was just a chosen path to keep from staring into the cerulean pools upon his perfect visage. "There are ships of all kinds in Crysallis. You would be fascinated by them all, I would think. There are those from as far as the Land below the Wind. Swift as the Air that commands them." She would offer, using all knowledge of the city from the many stories she has heard from those around her. Narvinye, the Water princess, had never left Thassalis, the capital city of Thundra, Land of the Moving Ice.
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Post by Winter on May 2, 2011 21:29:40 GMT 8
Xenith Ahrimal: It was only in his nature to be just as suspicious of her as she would be of him. It wasn't every day that he met stranger females in the Southern most tower. Unlike some of the males that had been recruited... in this search of whom would be named the next Alu Selu Arator. Though for the most part; Xenith could care less for such a flashy title. He was only here to learn. To survive. The knowledge and the skills to one day travel this great world they lived in. He had plans for his life. None of which would include becoming a political figure in the near distant future; nor could he see himself becoming a warrior; even though his mentors had all said he excelled in just about everything they had set him to do. His skills with a sword. His martial prowess for someone his age, had exceeded all that his mentors could have comprehended. But he shook himself from the reverie of his own thoughts and nodded his head. " One day I hope to travel this world. The other three kingdoms... perhaps find a purpose for this life I've been given... maybe find someone, settle down and raise kids.." he could have gone on with his dreams but he had not wanted to bore the poor girl to death so sudden upon their first encounter.
Winter Sorceress: The northern wind decided to pick up its speed then; silver-white hair flying about her oval shaped face, caressing cold skin where ever they may touch, causing eyes to squint in fear of losing his visage. A hand would rise to push away the veil, tucking them behind her ear as she listened to every word that flowed from his lips. The story about his future fascinated her. Hiding the smile that threatened so close behind pressed lips, she nodded every now and again. Her curious mind took in every bit of details that he would share about his plans for the future and his heart's desires. Somehow she had found it to be fascinating. A perfect brow rose as his words neared the end. "A family?" She would issue a response, arms folding below her ample chest; keeping the long coat from whipping madly in the rising wind. Narvinye could sense that Mildren was getting frantic with her search for her. It has been at least a good half and hour since she has been missing. Soon she would have to leave her new acquaintance but somehow, her feet had been reluctant to move away. "Someday.. of course. A family of your own is something that every one of .." She pauses, suddenly unsure of her next word but continued on. "Us.. would hope to have." Knowing that, for her at least, the future has no place for a personal life.
Xenith Ahrimal: He felt the chill in the wind as it picked up. It reached out with tangible fingers and gripped his hair; whipping it about as if it were the tail of some great beast. Lashing back and forth and the way the loose fitting pants of his uniform rippled around his thighs, like motion across the surface of a pond in the wind. " Just dreams for the moment," he said as if there was a spark of hope inside his interior. A spark that was fanned by the flames of his desires. " Its something to look forward to." To think at one time; the man he would become to have had a heart of gold with silver lining. A far cry from the rough-edged, cold-shouldered individual he would later amount to. He turned away and glanced once more back into the heart of the school. There seemed to be some commotion far down below. Guards in full armor running back and forth as if they could be looking for someone. His inquisitive gaze returned to the girl. " Seems there is some excitement below.." he pointed out as he searched her face for anything that might betray the fact that she might know something. Anything out of the ordinary. The slightest twitch of nervousness was what he looked for first. Or perhaps he might be wrong and placed his suspicions in the completely wrong arena. Or so he hoped. <2E>
Winter Sorceress: The commotions below them were indeed audible by then, shuffling boots, clanking of armour and loud voices wafting up to the ramparts. Eand ven the shrill voice of her guardian had found itself snaking up to echo through the opened door of the stairwell. She heaves a slow, calming breath. It was not a time to panic, if she even knows what panic was. She took the few steps towards the wall, leaning to look down thru the square opening, seeing a couple of guards asking passersby. She couldn't hear them of course, but from the gestures, she knew she was almost discovered. She shook her head ruefully, turning away to face Xenith once more. Regret was apparent though she had hoped that it would not be obvious in her demeanor. But she was still a young sorceress, still learning to control her emotions. Rising her azure gaze to the sky, she would sigh, moving her chin once more to recapture his visage. "I think its time to get back to our lessons, Xenith." She offers a nod, more to herself than him; resigning the hope of ever seeing him again. "I am not sure what is going on down there but we best be along our way in case there is.. trouble." She finishes her sentence as hands ran along her front, smoothing the creaseless coat. She nodded to him once, taking a step behind before turning away to walk briskly towards the staircase. Reaching the door, she glances back at him, capturing his visage once more before disappearing into the circular chamber. <e>
Xenith Ahrimal: He leaned back away from the opening and as his face passed in through the shadows; his eyes became more defined and apparent. There was a faint glow within the recesses of his pupils. Something behind the exterior of those cerulean eyes that could be considered dangerous. Something untapped and potentially powerful. Something even our young student himself was not yet even aware of. He nodded his head and smiled. An expression that would be the first and nearly the last time. But it was soft around the edges of his mouth and held something of a charm, if any at all with such an expression. " You may be right.." he replied and watched her; the strange girl as she disappeared through the arched doorframe and a sigh followed. " Who are you really..." he breathed more to himself and turned, his worn heels scuffing across the cold stone as he walked in the direction of the opposite doorway..
..and faded into memory...
As he lifted his head and stared up into the night sky a million miles away it would seem. " Winter..." he said as he stood upon the hillside. Beneath him the waves of a strange and foreign land crashed against the rocks.. and in the fading light he grasped the hilt of the Foren Migil and brought his trusted sword up to bare. Essence flowed forth to be; his power as the late Alu Selu Arator..and a burst forth sphere of energy incased his figure and released it into the atmosphere; as he recalled their first encounter from his memories. He wondered now where and what she could be doing? Looking for him still? " Soon.." he whispered.
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