Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on May 1, 2021 17:20:32 GMT -5
For the rest of the trip, Khepri kept to the trees and the air, allowing Faisine and the brute to bond and speak in some semblance of privacy. She did not tire easily, especially after the amount of flying she had to do in the past several months. She was stronger than ever now, though she was still a far cry from the best of her roost. Well, what used to be her roost. The duralam supposed that she just might be the best flier out of all of them in this new world because she was the only one left.
It took all day, but once they broke out of the trees into the field, Khepri could see the camp and all its tents clear as day. She swooped down to her party of two with another whistle before landing.
"We will arrive late into the night, but even you should see it in the horizon now once we crest that hill," she told them, pointing to the first of many rolling green waves that they would be traversing from there on out.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on May 1, 2021 19:23:53 GMT -5
She didn't really know what to make of Anatolius about then and the privacy didn't make it any less... well... awkward. Faisine honestly felt bad for the things that had transpired in Goraia but now they were in a new world with new dangers undtold... she would be damned if the man would simply remember her as the chit who fell in love with the man who stole his glory. She turned to him at some point and lifted her chin a little, "I never loved him, you know?" said Faisine... "Though I bet that hardly matters now. It was years ago. I was foolish and headstrong. He was just an illusion of safety for a spoiled young lady who had yet to take her lumps. I'm not her anymore. I'm over the dashing swordsman type." She snorted lightly.
She continued to walk and was quiet for a while after speaking her piece. Upon meeting up with Khepri again, she nodded, expression neutral.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on May 2, 2021 22:53:01 GMT -5
Anatolius gave a light two finger salute seeing the bird person fly away, looking on to the road. As Faisine spoke up, the warrior exhaled, staring at his feet. He looked almost a decade older, as if he wasn't trying to keep the world together anymore, and could release a back log of being battered by existence. "If I am to speak quite frankly, I am relieved to hear that." His mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to figure out a an accurate but fair way to say his part.
"Dantess, he... he is not an evil man. Not like those he was surrounded by. But he was not a good one either. Manipulative, one could say. His words, such flourish as was in his masterwork swordcraft, but sword and word alike were weapons to him. The latter would have been used against you I am sure, but possibly - if he did not get what he wanted - the former too. It would not have been a fate deserving of you my lady. To think a woman of such good repute, Camilla's cousin no less, brought to such a state... I couldn't stomach it. Thank you for telling me. You merit a far greater fate, Faisine. Perhaps in this new world you can find it."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on May 3, 2021 16:51:01 GMT -5
She was surprised at what the man had to say and she said, "I can honestly say the man didn't try to manipulate me beyond the rather eloquent reply to my letter that brought me to Goraia in the first place. But I barely knew him, really, and I went off on my own in any case after that. It wasn't until the day you rescued me that I saw him again, and I was just... so overwhelmed and grateful I was alive at the time that I would have done anything if he would have loved me so." She gave a half smile. "But if he is out there somewhere alive and hasn't changed, then perhaps I was lucky."
She blinked at the fact that he couldn't stomach it though. Tilting her head, she gazed at him for a long moment before saying, "Why do you say that? I was rotten and spoiled back then. Why, that I had any friends at all is a curiosity." Her words were kind of soft as she regarded him with calm curiosity.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on May 10, 2021 0:35:51 GMT -5
"Oh? I heard... otherwise. But words are weak, malleable, I suppose. But I only stayed in Medan a few weeks after the fall of the Goraian regime. After that I effectively left civilization, my previous work done. I wandered many sands for new peoples to help as duty-bound, I had little time to keep up on high society gossip I once had to wade through like horse droppings in a stable. Regardless, all that is gone."
An imperious eyebrow arose to mirror the apparent confusion of the girl. Anatolius thought for a brief moment on how to eliminate the chance his words could interpreted as condescending before speaking. "You lacked... worldliness, experience. But I had enough to see past that." He reached out a hand to put on his counterpart's shoulder, pausing and shortly after retracting it halfway through its arc as he once more remembered he wasn't in a camp of battered goodfellows as himself. "I believe people do not really change. This is seen as a cynical, rough statement. On the contrary I believe it is the opposite, for past cosmetic changes it means all have qualities of their own to always fall back upon. If that answer is too rambling then more simply you were a quite handsome cousin of Lady Camilla."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on May 10, 2021 13:13:28 GMT -5
She listened quietly as he spoke about what he experienced, though it sounded as if he had doubts about Dantess' motives. "If he tried to manipulate me after, more the fool I was. You are right that it is over now. Dantess isn't here. Even if he was..." She gave a shrug. "I wouldn't want him."
Then he gave her a long-winded and misguided attempt at a compliment. Bringing her cousin up like that. But then she realized it was probably his way of doing so... awkwardly. Faisine did notice how he went to put his hand on her shoulder but it never made it. She tilted her head and murmured, "And now, pray tell? If I was quite handsome then..?" She wanted to know how he would answer.
In the next instant, the image of him not being so reserved popped into her head. She imagined him showing her what he meant by hauling her to him and... Faisine shut her eyes for a moment against the image and kind of just... No, he would never... "Never mind," she said softly.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on May 10, 2021 23:20:41 GMT -5
"Good, good. I may rest just a little easier." That seemingly, was that.
But the latter words of Faisine gave him pause. He grunted indignantly as it seemed his words weren't taken quite as he had hoped. "M'Lady, I did not mean to offend. You've matured into just as enticing of a young woman, as now and as then. I only meant to say you had worth then, despite any regrets you may have about your past, and that it would have been a sad thing if that worth was squandered with a man as Dantess. That is all."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on May 11, 2021 11:00:21 GMT -5
He spoke up anyway, must not have heard her soft "never mind," but that was alright, for he seemed to be telling her he thought her too good for Dantess. So... she thought, he did admire her. It didn't normally matter to her but with the thoughts she just had, it did matter, and she felt a little better than she had all day. It was nice to know she wasn't dried up just yet, not that her own looks mattered much to her at all. But then there was the other matter to think of.
Finally she started, teasing him now, "And do you think I am too good for you too?" Of course, there was part of her that was genuinely interested in what he had to answer. "I'm not, you know." And then she started walking, hoping that it prompted him to reach out and actually touch, maybe even stop her.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on May 12, 2021 1:04:30 GMT -5
Anatolius chuckled at his counterparts words, before yet again giving a weary sigh. "Maybe. I'm cut from the same rotten stock as that bastard, I'm just more honest about it. Everyone has someone for them of course. I had a wife once, years back. All behind me now, just memories more than a decade back. When you get older you'll learn to filter out those past your attentions I am sure."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on May 12, 2021 19:40:06 GMT -5
She turned toward him again and tilted her head, "I see..." she said, "I loved someone once. He died. It wasn't so long ago... I don't think I deserved him, but he was mine for a short time before the Mist took him. Maybe the mist took him away because I didn't, but I'd like to think I did. I'd hate to think of never having had him because I didn't deserve him. If this is a time for second chances, perhaps we ought not to look that gift horse in the mouth." There. She left the ball in his court.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on May 15, 2021 2:01:49 GMT -5
"I am sorry to hear that." Anatolius said, grimacing as he considered that her giving an honest recollection of the past meant he had to follow suite. "I loved her I suppose. But where in theater a Sir is meant to ignore orders to hold on and thus chases after his kidnapped bride, I stayed put and obeyed the call of duty as was demanded of me. Never saw her again."
The man rolled his shoulders wearily, before nodding at the latter words of Faisine. "I agree, a new world is new beginnings." he said; apparently stemmed letters being the only time he read between the lines.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on May 17, 2021 16:55:22 GMT -5
"It is what it is," she whispered. He didn't have to tell her what he did, but she appreciated his effort anyways so she didn't stop him. But when he finally agreed with her on something, she turned to look at him again. She tilted her head and said, "Perhaps tonight you would care to..." she paused and then shook her head. She was afraid to ask for more than he was willing to give at the moment.
Then she closed her eyes halfway, wanting to know how attracted he was without asking for a kiss to demonstrate. "Anatolius..? I have a question that is going to seem odd... but would you tell me what you would have done if I had known and acknowledged that day that it was you who took the fever from me?" This time the lines didn't need read between, she was blatantly curious.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Jun 7, 2021 0:43:43 GMT -5
"Care to what?" the man said, Anatolius being the sort that didn't much believe in accidents, and simply assumed he misheard what the woman said. Interested, he raised an eyebrow as he turned to look to Faisine.
At the question he received, Anatolius made a ponderous noise, clicking his teeth a few times as he thought. "Well, if I had known that you had the truth then I would have taken my charge. Though truth be told it is largely speculation, and things may have indeed happened differently, my fears of the world coming to prey upon a young lady of status following a war and horrible tragedy of the land by virtue of its regime. Ne'erdowells of the old Goraian state remained in the land, and of course people would want to take predatory action upon the vulnerable line of Medan's royalty. I would have hoped rapport built by my actions would gain me enough of your trust to have you accept my offer to work as a guard of your legacy... well, and you, of course. But you are a resourceful woman, it for now seems you did well enough by yourself." the warrior said, smiling brightly to the girl.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Jun 10, 2021 18:57:23 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter, I suppose," was he reply to his first question. Truth be told, she regretted blurting out the first part of her question. And then when he replied to her about her second, she blinked because he explained it in such a business like manner and was proudly doing so that she didn't have the heart to tell him she was asking if he had been interested in her otherwise. Or, perhaps, the dark pit of loneliness was doing all the talking as of late and she was just wishing for someone to simply just hold her hand.
She was silent for a long time as they walked, feigning a good mood for the sake of going along with his smile. Eventually when they could see the camp off in the distance, she stopped walking and sat down on the ground to take a break and eat. It had been a time since she and Khepri had taken their leave of camp.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Jun 11, 2021 22:05:53 GMT -5
With Faisine returning the smile in kind, Anatolius brightened just a little with features softening the slightest amount. Though he had no clue what, and he had no way to find out, there was but a single particle of his brain that was boiling, trying to get tell him that something was off. A bushy brow furrowed as he thought on it, but failing that he did his best to nag the matter bugging him.
When at last she stopped, he kneeled by her initially thinking Faisine may have felt ill and started to ask as much until at last seeing her intent. Seeing her begin on dinner reminded Anatolius that he first came upon the women thinking they might have been something to eat. There was but the slightest of twitching in his right cheek as he tried to hold himself off from asking his counterpart to share. It would be improper of a Sir after all. He decided to speak to distract himself. "You have been in this new world longer than I have, I believe. Have days passed?"
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