|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 4, 2006 21:44:56 GMT -5
((I just need feedback. It's for school, so yes, you will get to read the ending. ^^ I want constructive critizim, so nothing bad....
And yes, I use Deshwitat's name. ^^))
To Love and To Lose
Thump.
Silence.
Thump.
Silence.
Thump.
Silence.
Then nothing...
~~~
Awakened from her rest by the start of the pounding rain, the woman sat up. Her snow white hair rising around her head and torso like a halo for a saint or angel. This might have been the case had the woman, who was now staring out of the entrance of cave she and her two companions had taken up residence for the night in, been at all holy. Blank pupil-less eyes watched the falling rain as it sank into the parched ground.
Across, on the opposite side of the cave from where the woman was breathing heavily, a man raised his head. A pale long face gazed at her solemnly, deep brown eyes taking in her appearance. Between them, on the floor, the softly glowing coals which marked the remains of a fire lit the other member of their band. The boy was only about seventeen, and being compared to his companions, seemed rather young, for the woman appeared to be about twenty three, and the man... it was indeterminable, for an air of age and wisdom, as well as boiling anger and rage hung around him.
His eyes slid over her worried face, but as she turned to look at him, her eyes shifting color from a deep sapphire to a light, almost white, blue, as she did so, he looked away.
“Aye Deshwitat-Shomo?”
“Nothing Canna-Kilen.”
Silence returned between them as the woman who had been called Canna slid from her stone bench. Pale hands clasped delicately behind her back, she moved toward the entrance, standing just behind the wall of water that was cascading down off of the ledge which was positioned slightly above the entrance to the crowded cave where she now stood. Turning away from the light mist that was rising off the waterfall which had once been the entrance, her own eyes roamed over every inch of the cave, before she turned again, and walked into the water, which parted to let her small frame pass.
“Cagura-Kilen? Where are you off to?”
“I’m going out. Please tell Oerin-Shomo, will you Deshwitat-Shomo?”
“Aye I will.”
The woman nodded, a small smile curling her thin lips, and for the first time it could be seen that she had fangs. The white ivory fangs glittered as she became a blurred shape in the water, quickly disappearing into the darkness which had been the forest where the three of them had taken refuge.
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Sept 5, 2006 10:11:56 GMT -5
IMPROPER SENTENCE STRUCTURE ALERT! WEE-WOO WEE-WOO WEE-WOO!
Other than a few things, though, good show.
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 5, 2006 10:13:43 GMT -5
((-cough- OOC -cough-))
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 5, 2006 12:52:24 GMT -5
It didn’t touch her. Nothing touched her. Never. Emotions she had none of, the pure four elements could not reach her, and all those creatures who dared to call themselves intelligent in her presence were looked upon with scorn. She was a mystery. Her true name was closely guarded, but she did allow herself to be called either Canna or Cagura. Those who choose to call themselves her friends, or at least companions, used both. One, Canna, was mostly used when she was working with one of the two elements that seemed to respond to her. The void and nothingness were what Canna controlled. Cagura on the other paw controlled the wind and air. Nothing touched the woman. Ever.
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 5, 2006 14:34:04 GMT -5
Walking was one of her favorite past times, just walking. If someone was with her or not made no difference to her. Just to walk, and to feel the ground under her bare feet made her feel so...
Anyway.
None of the heavy rain drops landed on her fragile looking skin as she strolled through the tall pines, clearly dwarfed by their presences, but choosing not to admit it. They seemed to slide away from her, as though being repelled. Her haired became slightly less billowing as she walked, some of it being outside her ‘shield’. Her face was upturned toward the thunder ridden sky, and her eyes were glazed over. At this moment in time, she seemed to be a spirit wandered forever lost in the woods, looking for a way out, a way home. But, what was time? Something that passed for other people.
And she thought about things, everything. She enjoyed that. The little noise she made was drowned out by the falling water, which showed no signs at all of letting up. Sighing, Cagura stopped, her eyes traveling over the damp leaves and needles that hung, heavy with dew and spray, far above her. Without apparent thought, she brushed a strand of her white hair out of her face, tucking it behind where her ear should have been. As she watched the water fall around her, two small bumps on her head rose, and turned forward. It now could be seen that the woman had two white wolf ears on her head. They had been lying flat before this, concealed and covered by her hair. Now, however, they stood up straight, scanning for sound other than that of the ever falling rain brought to the world.
After a time in which she did not move a muscle, she relaxed, her entire body intending. The smile that had left her lips in a scowl long ago came back, tweaking her cheeks and showing her fangs. She let her gaze fall from the sky to the nearest branch on the closest tree. The smile, which now had a twisted and smirking quality, grew as she crouched, then leapt, her nails, so claw-like, catching onto the wood, and helping to swing her up into the tall pine tree. She steadied herself, crouched on all fours as she was, then leapt again, catching another branch further up in a close by tree, and pulling herself up onto it. This pattern continued for a while, until she was far away, and almost at the top of the tree. There, she sat, waiting.
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 11:37:03 GMT -5
Deshwitat sighed, and got slowly to his feet, careful to keep his head bent so that he didn’t knock it on the ceiling. That was just like Canna-Kilen. Goes out whenever she pleases, no respect for anyone or anything else. Now muttering imprecations under his breath, the great demon moved across to the old fire. It was a good thing that he’d sent the boy Oerin out to gather firewood last night, before this damnable rain settled over them. Looking down, he realized that he needed more than a few sticks of wood. This fire had all but dies in the moist, damp cave. Still grumbling, he moved quietly toward the back of the cave, careful to step around Oerin. The boy was nice and kind and all, but Deshwitat had never taken to him. He cared bout everything, way too much. Between the seemingly emotionless Canna-Kilen, and the over-emotional Oerin-Lik Deshwitat sometimes felt he was the only sane individual present. Of course, he knew that wasn’t true; Canna-Kilen was incredibly sane and logical, and Oerin-Lik was… Uh… Er… Himself? That was really the only way to explain him.
Deshwitat straightened with an armload of wood. He retraced his steps back to the fire pit, and tossed the wood into the indent on the floor. He took a step back, and snapped his fingers, directing the spark that came from the friction toward the wood. It caught, and in a moment, there was a roaring fire where there had only been embers and ashes before.
|
|
|
|
Post by Avi on Sept 17, 2006 11:52:22 GMT -5
((All tha -sans, -kuns, -shomos, -kilens confuse me, but heck, otherwise I love it! It's very...interesting.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 11:54:00 GMT -5
((Shomo is like Sama, Kilen is like Chan or Kun, and Lik is like um.... Baka, or another offensive term.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Avi on Sept 17, 2006 12:05:08 GMT -5
((And Chan-kun-san mean...?))
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 12:06:25 GMT -5
((Sorry. Chan= personal way to say Friend, Kun= Term of affection, San= Formal way to say frien, Sama= Lord.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 12:22:56 GMT -5
Oerin muttered something, and sat up, rubbing his head, and musing his already messy brown hair. The heat from the fire had awoken him, and, after he was finally aware of his surroundings, began to scorch him.
“Shert it Desh! Does the fire have to be so big?” He scrambled away, dragging his blanket with him so that it would not catch fire. When he was far enough away so that it didn’t feel like his face was being burned off flake by flake, he squatted, and rolled up the blanket, tying it in its proper shape, and then walking over to the wall where his pack lay. Sliding the simple tan blanket into the already full pack, Oerin tightened the top, and slung it over his shoulder.
Rising to his feet, he turned to look around the cave.
“Oh. Canna-Shomo not here?” He watched Desh’s face wince when he used the add-on for friend or lover. Of course, Oerin thought of Canna as the first. Yes, he’d convinced himself that a year ago. In the four years he’d been traveling with Canna-Shomo and Deshwitat-Lik, he’d managed not to fall in love with the lovely and frankly temping Cagura. He was rather proud of that. Many men in the little towns they passed through had fallen for her in a moment, and Oerin was sure she hadn’t turned all of them down.
“Cagura-Kilen said to tell you she was going out, and to tell you she will be back soon.” He turned back to the fire, and Oerin sighed. Desh really was a wet blanket. Now Oerin was the one grumbling under his breath as he went over and sat by the wall of water, waiting for Cagura-Shomo to get back.
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 13:31:38 GMT -5
She was still, her entire body tensed, as though for a jump or battle, but her face was serene. And slowly, the words came, silently and slow at first, but becoming louder and more confident.
“Ne u te re merenuta ya core te meyamu ishere
Toruta come ya besite opurata cashena
Hyrunapaateme bashur Ata me Ida ke!”
And on and on the soft song went, winding it’s way around the trees and through the rain. Around her the wind was picking up. It whipped her hair around her head, snapping it along her arms to create long red gashes there on. Her voice rose and fell in unison with the wind as it blew across her face and body, although the rain still did not hit her. After a long while, her voice died away, and she cocked her head to one side, listening to the wind. Every so often she would nod, or shake her head, as though in disbelief. And then even the wind died. Cagura leapt gently from her branch to a lower one, and on toward the forest floor.
When she reached it, she drew her sleeves back over her arms, although there was no disguising or covering the marks on her chest. Oerin and Deshwitat were going to go ballistic. They always did. Sighing, Canna looked up at the sky as she walked back to the cave, her hands behind her head. The news today had been… disturbing. He was close. A few more days, just a few more days to wait, then she could finally be at peace.
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 20:48:29 GMT -5
This town was nice. Well, nicer than the last towns they’d traveled though. Glancing left and right, Deshwitat watched the humans reactions, and watched Oerin-Lik’s embarrassed shuffle. Ha! Served him right…
He really shouldn’t be with them, but when they’d found him half dead walking though a forest, Canna-Kilen had said they should keep him. Deshwitat assumed she meant as a pet. And for some time it had seemed so. But now she treated him like a member of the ‘gang’.
Shrugging that thought off, Deshwitat returned to his staring at people in a funny way. It worked too.
The first Inn they came to, Canna pushed open the doors, while Deshwitat and Oerin waited outside. After a few minutes, there was a clang, and Canna’s head appeared. She nodded, and the three of them came inside. A few men were sprawled on tables, and the bar tender was cowering behind the counter.
“’Ere! Two rooms! Take ‘em! No change!” He pushed the keys across the worn wood, and disappeared into the back room. Deshwitat groaned, although not audibly. Another ******* night he had to spend sharing a damn room with Oerin-Lik. Shit…
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 21:50:41 GMT -5
That night, Canna didn’t sleep. Truthfully, she never slept in the formal sense, but tonight she didn’t even rest her head. She was sitting on the roof, her knees drawn up to her chest, and her breath coming in small gasps.
So close. Her chest was hurting again. Maybe tonight. And the pain wouldn’t go away. Just maybe. She would have like it to be a little more bearable. Then she could live and love again. But it never did.
And then she felt her chest flutter, and she fell forward, convulsing. Her chest heaved, and she coughed a spatter of dark red, back blood onto the rooftop. The blood shone like silver in the pale moonlight, as Cagura got shakily to her hands and knees.
No! He couldn’t be here! Not yet! Why hadn’t her winds warned her!? Why hadn’t she smelled him?! What about his footsteps!?
“Surprised?” Said a cool, calm, ice-laced voice behind her. Canna turned, and her flickering eyes settled on a tall black figure, his long cuffs and folded neck of his jacket studded in silver. When he approached, Cagura spat up another globule of blood onto the roof, staining her white hair red and black with blood.
“Not nearly as much as you,” Cagura spat back, her mind already gathering up air and void.
|
|
|
|
Post by Uni on Sept 17, 2006 23:27:02 GMT -5
She slapped a hand down on the roof, and a huge burst of air swept her visitor off his feet. He ducked and rolled as he fell, twisting as he got up, so that Canna’s swipe at his face connected with his collar. She shreiked in pain as her pale hand connected with the silver studs, and as she did so, her control slipped, and her yell became mental as well as physical.
~~~~~
Downstairs, in the bar, Deshwitat was just emptying his sixth pint when the cry rang through his mind. The glass in his hand shattered as he crushed it, standing up. He turned, knocking over his chair as he did so, and began to run. There were shouts behind him as people clapped hands to their heads.
~~~~~
In bed, Oerin jerked up, his head full of yelling. Through his haze of tiredness, and pain, he knew one thing. Canna. Hurt. Go.
~~~~~
Canna’s yell stopped as she was picked up by her throat, and the man opposite her smiled.
“Come now little Pup, you didn’t think you could be Jirinth? The great and wonderful?” Cagura smilied grimly, then spat another blob of blood onto Jirinth’s coat.
“Fredgth. I’ve already won.” Jirinth stared at her, then becan to laugh. It rang through the mostly sleeping town, and lights flared in many windows.
“You think so... Uni?” He growled, spitting her true name out as though it was contaminated. Uni jerked, and then slummped.
~~~~~
Oerin and Deshwitat reached the roof at the same time. For once they didn’t argue., The wom AZan that was their world was in danger. They stood side by side, staring as the man called Canna-Cagura Uni.
Uni.
Uni.
Her real name? No time, no time for that at all. Desh was muttering under his breath, and Oerin had drawn his sword. When the two of them attacked, it was together and without a thought.
They were blasted backward when the man waved a hand at them, but then he staggered backward, and looked down at Uni, who was grinning.
“Bye.” And her claws came down and his throat split. With a satisfied smirk, Uni landed on the roof as Jirinith fell backwards. Something flickered in the air, and as Oerin and Deshwitat sprinted to Uni’s side, she reached up and touched it. For a few seconds, she glowed, and then she smiled.
~~~~~
It had all happened so fast. Oerin watched as Uni smiled. She smiled, and somewhere inside him, something broke. He relized that he did love her. He loved her more than anything, and his heart skipped a beat as she turned to look at him, still on her knees.
“Oerin, thank you. Thank you. I-” but her face contorted into fear as she spoke. Then her body began to brake up, and peice by peice she evaporated into the air. She had fallen onto her hands again, and she only had time to mouth the words that she was going to say to Oerin before she was gone completely.
“ I love you.”
END
|
|
