Topic: Lady of the Sky

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-08-26 08:55 EST
The Great Blue

Overlooking the providence of flat lands of varying mauves and violet, her heart swelled in a profound emotion for the Blue. It was deeper, more dimensional than love, it was hers to defend, to protect, to inspire and to be inspired by, to educate others of, and to live by.

Lifting her arms out, she caught the uncatchable breeze in her hand, its heat catapulting in slow and fast waves across her face and through her hair-she felt like she was flying, though she was not. It was this simplicity she loved and that harnsessed her to this Land, its people; her kind. She sighed softly beneath her breath, and hunched her shoulders, seeming almost defeated. A great concern settled over her heart, a heavy fog that no matter how easily she could breathe and how much clarity consumed her thoughts, was present. It's tides were slow and nauseas, and she soon retired to her silken sheets of the palest, dusk-blue to rest her every facet in sleep, dear rejuvenation.

She would leave come dawns break across the world, and her foot steps would be without a scent or marking. She would leave as she came, and come to Rhy'Din as she had left every other adventure before hand-silently.

Turning over she closed her lilac lids and again a soft sigh poured from her pearl-pink lips. The journey was one of the last chances for her to give esteem and pride back to the Fey, to return balance and order to the many of her brethren, from forest sprites to the dryads, all had the same crisis facing them, and she was now a Pillar. Her dreams were quiet, and saddened, but their cool subdued by the warmth of hope in her heartbeats

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-08-27 19:29 EST
Greeted in the opalescent foyer of the cloud and sparkle surrounded castle, she bowed to the guards and the familiar gleam on their metal helmets of forest lake blue. They were so loyal, always present, and never with a qualm. She curtsied to them, her eyes closed, her head bowed, and them in unison-She would always favour the closeness all shared in this environment, but a look outside past the cobbled walls of cream white to the deepening height and breadth of the clouds and that chill of her dreams crept back.

"I will see you at the Gate Exit", and she turned with lady servants at her heel to leave her beloved quarters for a time length unknown.

Fuschia coloured pines swayed at the very end of the Pass. The curl of the road was great and perfectly shaped, and she took each step slowly as though to absorb the memory of her soft steps down a familiar path, that may soon become foreign. She breathed in the warmish air, and her hands lifted upwards and forward as she swirled on her tippy-toes, her skirts of ice blue and teal swirling hypnotically in her brief dance. Stopping in her tracks her delicate features were scrunched into a look of dismay. Her Pegasi were not yet readied, and the longer she stayed, the harder it was to leave. She braced herself though, tightening her lips with a steely gaze at the distance, as nothing but Sky poured our beneath the ledging and then a sky of seemingly endless sunset awaited. She so longed to dive into that glorious spell of sound, excitement, cool breezes and oceanic Blue, the motions of engulfing clouds.

"Ready MannerIst"

Regarding the stablehands looking sheepish she sent them a brave smile, a shimmer in her gaze. The three of them shuffled away quickly, poking and prodding each other to be the first to get to MannerIst, the largest, most unpredicatable of the Pegasi in the Sky Mer ranch. But he would get her where she needed to go quicker than the rest, though keeping control of him would be quite the test to her Riding skills.

Looking back over the ledging she rested her fingers about the Grounding pole that descended into the Great Blue below. The ping of the metal as her slender silk clad finger tips curled about it resonated within the metal and she closed her eyes. The tremor of the bell like sounding incited her to part her lips and she sung softly to the Great Blue, her land, people and to MannerIst; a sweet incantation of protection. All would work out, she'd play her part to the best of her ability, she knew it within her heart, as her eyes opened and MannerIst was batting his large white and orange wings up the sheer path of sparklestone towards her. She glimmered radiantly, walking towards the Pegasi, a bow of respect was given and the glimmers expanded in a encirclement of mist at her waist and finger tips. She would have to calm the creature before he allowed even she, gentle of the gentle, kind of the kind, to mount him. She furrowed her pale brows and smiled, stroking his flank, as her mist met his heated coat, and she closed her eyes and hoped the ride would fare well, as she blessed his anxious state with a mark off serenity-they would need speed, not sloven. He wiggled his ears, and they relaxed back. She opened her eyes and turned to the awaiting crowd, building and building. It was to be a discreet affair, but in this short while an assembly of well over one hundred had gathered.

She bid them farewell, and mounting MannerIst, took swift flight into the Great Blue, towards a world of both wonder and great peril. She was but a Fey Sorceress, no great warrior. But her resolve would see her, and her Pegasi, through

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-08-28 20:16 EST
Through clouds of spun white star light and sparkle they shifted and drew along, upside down and loop-the-loop, and boy, was Lady hanging on for dear life! MannerIst was having the time of his, though! Galloping through the sky as though a trail was beneath his mad canter, wings extended, or flapping wildly, batting against the pressure and pulling them through this forever sunset to a rapidly emerging dawn in a new realm, a foreign place, and she was quickly becoming more and more anxious. She felt very much unready, not well equipped. She had always been certain of herself, but right now, she couldn't have felt more hopeless.

But the beauty of this high above world was consistent with her feelings towards it and relieved her concerned mind, a boundless universal heart throbbing and pulsing with the lifeblood of a trillion fantastical creatures, including herself. A twinge rattled her as she clung to MannerIst, that enormous, overwhelming charge, both the Pegasi and the electricity at this altitude, her emotions and chemistry livewire as she began glimmering intensely from the myriad patterns of the heart of the sky jolting through her system.

Flying down from their far sung launch into the Great Blue, after many days of journeying and fantastical vistas, they landed in a paddock. Dismounting she stroked MannerIst and walked to where the dried grass was covered in broken fence palings embedded in rusted wire, a marigold twist upon knotted silver nails. She bent down and picked one up, breathing in the dead wood scent, charred, sour, musky. She placed it back down and looked up into the distance, between the massive Great Blue and the expanse of foot hills and farms spread before her. Guiding MannerIst from the sundered paddock without a trace of animal bar himself, she headed off towards a track leading off into the woodland. She ignored the massive banner of periwinkle blue coated in snowflake white cloud above, and focused on the journey ahead as best she could. Fear was there, but so was determination.

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-08-30 05:10 EST
The sky was awash in evening's desperate clutch onto dusk, somewhere between navy blue and a faint, faint iris purple, as she was pulled along atop MannerIst who too was growing tired with the travel. The Inn had reared its head like some iconic sculpture, of which it sort of was, from above the many roof tops and building sides as the Pegasi clopped his way down the cobblestone streets.

"Keep going", she had whispered as she bent over, forwards and to the side, MannerIst's ears flinching as though registering her words. It had always been unclear how much they understood of speech, something in Fey speech rhythems was what encouraged their subsequent actions, even if their response was not always as intended.

The entire ride she had sat side on, alternating between left and right perch, taking in the scenary whilst trying to ignore the growing burning in her backside. It was not the most comfortable of Mer tassled leather, but it had been a rush to leave, and she had not expected a perfect mount afterall in her haste!

As the towering Inn came nearer and nearer as they grew closer and closer to the vibrations and magics potent, as it was, within the city, a large beam crossed her lips as she looked about her, as MannerIst whinnied and she giggled softly. He too was sensitive to magics and she watched as waves of magic slithered and rose, dived and scurried about the two of them in mischievious, dizzying circles, as they passed and came to stop right before the Red Dragon Inn.

Her heart pounded as she looked upon the Inn feeling ever so tiny. She'd grown accustomed to that feeling, living within the Great Blue, but this was different. This was foreign and yet warm with story and a rich, intricate history. She could smell the spirits that walked the space still, their cool touch like a refreshingly icy breeze on a hot night.

She dismounted gracefully, and after dropping to a bend of her knees, she rose and brushed off her skirts and looked again to the porch and doorway. Little did she know that that night she would encounter a man of great sorrow, a Ranger; a champion of the forest, a friend and ultimately, the most tender, most understanding and loyal of lovers.

Little did she know, despite her apprehension, that only a few days here and her life would be threatened. And it began with a multicoloured beetle...

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-08-31 04:00 EST
Blowing out her lone candle flame, losing the wash of shadow puppetry along her wall, she turned to face her wide open window with a smile. It had been a long day, with her sores not yet faded and the pain only making her fatigued and languid in her movements. She hated feeling hopeless, but once again Hawk had been there to soothe her spirits. She smiled then as the sundusted memory of his smiling face wound up foremost in her thoughts. The evening before had been most unexpected, but every moment she had savoured and found such joy in the pleasures of a connection of not just flesh, but mind, spirit. Their Ebb and Flow had spurned their ecstasy onwards and articulated their feelings in a way only Fey magick could. She'd not known the extent of that ability of hers, and she could only imagine an ounce of what Hawk was yet to coax out of her. And she, him!

Glistening there, peacefully within the fibrous sheer of her blankets she turned over again, to stare at the ceiling and watch as the branches outside sent their shadows to dance at her ceiling, a dreamy soiree and tangle of black and milky moonlight shapes lapsing across the white walls and some falling across her cheeks, to splash across her delicate features. The haunting, if strangely beautiful effect upon the ceiling reminded her of the twisted gleam in her attacker's eyes, and of the peculiar man who approached her this very night within the Inn, once again someone of the assumption he held her enraptured and in awe, and that he held her life and death in the palm of his hands. He spoke of a "Lord" of above, though in her entire span of existance within the Great Blue she'd not met a "Lord" that took souls or sent men with wings to reap them from their hosts. She almost shuddered, but took control of herself and smiled, closing her eyes and ignoring the imagery plaguing her mind and distorting the shadows above into his wings, his face, and his dire promise.

Her memories surfaced within dream as she slipped into slumber, and they rose upon bubbles to shine off of their circumferance her journey so far in Rhy'Din, as she floated, wingless still, within a large, pink walled room, of which the colours would slowly morph and seem to undulate, much like the cloak of her Lover's. Her subconscious had likely snapped that hypnotic garb and wove it within her mind, to guard and cocoon her as she spun upwards and passed each bubble rising in turn beside, below and above her.

The first bubble rounded past and she saw the four dark streets and her choosing one where a dark figure loomed in the distance. The bubble turned and as it did so she saw the next frame, where he held her in his arms, this tall, limbre form, and twirled her as she hung off of him in merriment, his chuckle in the silence like a sole star in a blanket of dark sky.

She gasped in surprise and laughed, her soft chiming giggle echoing around the morphing room, now flooded in a bright aqua cast.

The next showed her wielding the sword of Icer's attacker and glancing at the dead man beside the dragon. Again, she gasped, closing her eyes and shaking her head as she was urged upwards by a cool stream of air and higher into the seemingly roofless magical room.

As she spun in a slow circle thousands upon thousands of tiny bubbles overcame her and she opened her mouth in surprise as each one blew past revealed to her last nights encounter, her feelings, still raw, fluttered within her belly like a trillion butterfly wings. She saw the sweat stained visage of Hawk as he kissed her and they held one another all night long, as dawn broke across the sky and even as eyes opened, their lips were still smeared in warm, relaxed smiles. She held her chest, moved by the recollection before her eyes, smoothing across the bubble in an oily-rainbow, as she twirled and twirled ever upwards, as the miniature bubbles displayed their conversations, their first, sudden, amazing kiss, and then they flittered away in waves and fastly spinning swirls above and she was left to a room draining of colour until she awoke to her room and the dark of midnight encroaching on the forest outside, and the sheen of moonlight now cloud covered and cool.

She sat up as she heard rustling, and then her pearl-mauve lips curled into a dreamy, most excited smile, as the face of Hawk appeared at her window.

He had come as he had promised and she moved quickly from her mattress to the window, reaching out into the cool air to hold his face and trace its landscape, her lips parted, her eyes filled in her dreams last touch. She leant across and kissed his lips reverently, before leaning back and he crawled in over the window frame to stand before her, to guide her back to the mattress and kiss her deeply. They embraced and lay back to watch the faint, thin shadows play on the ceiling. His energy was distinct, warm, gentle and yet somehow strong, and found hers as well. She closed her eyes against his shoulder and described to him her dream. She was more than happy he was not a figment of it. And he agreed.

They chuckled before turning towards one another to explore their love once again, as his fathomless, white bespeckled gleaming pools looked into her boundless blue. What a spectacular connection they shared! Despite their starkly different backgrounds, that spark between them was undeniable. Midnight passed and so did the heat of their passionate encounter within that special, secret place they shared. However tenderness still burnt bright within their hearts, long after beats pounded fiercely against their ribcages, and dawn again lit up the sky and roused the pair from their paradise of nearness and sleep.

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-09-11 04:21 EST
Gathering her hair into a dainty knot at the back of her head, she clasped the brooch against her scalp and turned from the oakwood mirror and left her room to the breezy, open main space, where the ashen hearth smelt of old, charred wood and as she peered closer old, green magics stirred in langour and dazzling sheen as it sunk into each remainder of flint and glistened for only her practiced gaze to see.

She moved outwards from the house after finding herself a parasol and leather pants, leaving her quarters for a walk in the woods. She smiled brightly; how good it was to return! Then a somber looked crossed her pretty features as she thought to Hawk. Would he be angered for her leaving without a word? Though surely, for him and the trappings of Ranger he of all would understand.

Delicately the branches moved to and fro in the breeze, that danced up the knolls and passed inclines of steep hill side, shaven and green, further and further upwards into the forrested mountainside. She longed to trek there some day, but would ask Hawk to accompany her. Her eyes followed the winds greeting each branch in a waver and a faint moan.

The sky, her home, was clear but for the haze cast from the sun as far distant clouds gathered in clumsy patterns, drooping against the horizon and seeming to move faster than usual, like damask curtains at a window by the evening cool. The smile never left her lifts as she took this in and more, her steps quiet as the stillness of the middle Wood encompassed her as suddenly and unexpected as the pace of the clouds rolling northwest. She let a hand to her side, to the thin, gleaming dagger there she had decided to wear since the few occurances where her life had been threatened. She shivered inwardly in rememberance but forced that smile to stay, as the wood cleared to a sun dappled vale, deepening in thick, emerald green foliage and the hoots and whoots of owls.

Hearing a batting of wings she looked up to where one perched amongst the branches of a slender, gnarled tree, disimilar to those surrounding in all their thick trunked, myriad leafed gigantuan height. It was like an elder, curved and wrought from time, and yet authentic and pressed with Magicks archaic and special. She reached out the tree as her steps neared, and she felt its groan and tremor pass through her. She closed her eyes and nodded, hearing its complaints and misgivings. She caressed the peeling bark, careful not to peel it back carelessly and have it bleed sap to infection.

She warded it with a placing of Golden-mist, a semi-forcefield only Great, nefarious born magics would undo, and she was certain no such soul would seek to unweave the gold to hurt the tree without reason. She wasn't in Gondor or Morlak; it was Rhy'Din, more civilised bar the few vagrant criminals. None of which appeared to wield such powers.

Turning she headed off past the well lit clearing and into the damp dark, led by her keen eyes and the textures unfolding all around her. It made her feel so alive, so thrilled to be so close and intimate with the Wood, living and breathing in green air and dark, cool and mystical, coated in a scent that was musky and moist, similar to the plank she had picked up when she had first arrived, but here it was filled with the water and blood of the forests pulse. She smiled softly as leaves brushed her cheeks and hair, loosening the odd strand to fall at the nape of her neck, as petals and lichen clung to her boots and thighs as she passed, saying hello in their quiet, gentle ways. She paused for a long while and just listened.

The stories she heard then unbuttoned her fear and left her open to receive all the signals and tapestries the earth painted in this place. She understood Hawk's longing for the Wood now, she really, really did.

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-10-06 05:42 EST
Midnight had fallen across the earth outside, spoiling her sleep in the sudden dark. She had been sleeping for hours, since the mid afternoon. A sudden sit up within her coverlet pulled tight, she struggled to push it off of herself. Her dream had been distressing, filled with a darkness, and quivering, a worry. Hawk had changed, the warmth, the beauty she had sensed in him..



He had lain with another. It didn't matter to her who, where and why. It mattered to her only that this was not the Hawk she loved, that she had felt so strongly for and about. That she had sensed as True. His radiating Good was palpable. Their Ebb and Flow had shown that, clearly.

She ran to the window of her cottage and looked out into the dark, half expecting, half hoping her Ranger to be there....

But she was met with only darkness.

She dropped her gaze and put her head into her hands. She sighed and wiped the few tears that fell, and then she lifted her chin high, dropped her hands to the side and stared at the greenery of the deep woods that surrounded. She would not stop believing in him, in the beauty within the dark of him. She knew they shared something extraordinary, something beautiful and ...dare the Fey Empress let herself think it, Real.

A while later she was in tunic and skirt of the fairest blue and white, trimmed in silver. Her laced boots and dagger at her hip, she took off into the woods to head for Rhy'Din proper. Through the whispers of silver fog that glowed and swam about her shoulders within the darkness, she felt a comfort, a reassurance that she would find her Love even in this horrible nightmare of tangled branches of lies, temptation's in the fragrances of unknown Wild Flowers, and darkened patches out of moonlights touch. The Forest communed with her, now that she was attuned with it and understood the patterns to its messages.

Moving off within the leav strewn path she knew well, bright green and smelling of spring rain, where fallen fresh and all smelt alive and made itchy the nose, and a Timbrewolf came to her side, it pawed her foot and all at once everything was surreal.

The entire pack surrounded her, whining and shaking their heads, the one that had at first almost snapped of her nose came and nuzzled her hip, standing against her a moment. It dropped back to its paws and padded to join the others, each of them nodding one to her, a yip or a yelp by each and another pawing of the moistened soil and dew-wet grass at their claws.

Something was not right! She set her jaw firmly and took off, the Timbrewolves, Hawk's always companions following. A band of truth seekers and fighters, in the most subtle and most powerful way...

Because of Belief.

Hawk Jahad

Date: 2006-10-08 01:17 EST
The darkness had enveloped him, embraced him in its ebon waves, carrying him along the edge of the forest upon solid but desperately yielding boughs. The added weight of black sectioned armor had made the forest sentinels struggle to keep the added weight aloft, but he paid his former friends, the trees no mind. Birds would scatter at his approach, no longer as tolerant of the mans prescence within their perch, and overhead they squawked indignantly as they wheeled suddenly through the night sky. If they were no longer his friends then they would serve too, and he did not care if they wanted to or not. He would leap simply from the branch he balanced upon, landing easily upon his feet.

There was a cold uncaring gaze in his eyes now as he regarded the forest clearing that had once been his dwellings. The ancient oak with the hollowed out trunk having gone unused. Dark circles bore a half ring underneath his eyes, casting the small tilted slits in deep pools of shadow as he glanced to either side. Deep brown eyes were a near onyx, keen vision catching the outline of The Pack gathering about a feminine form and making their way through his home. His scent had changed distinctly now, but the wolves would know it anywhere. They had been his friends, his allies, and his equals, but now were no more than an after thought. The transformation had been slow, deliberate, and now almost complete. But the stench of his tainted soul hung about him, and the wolves had smelled it, and immediately turned their snouts in disgust. He was a stranger to them now, and a threat to their territory.

They would not be pleased he was standing right in the midst of it.

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2006-12-14 20:38 EST
She was spent from the walk, hair limp and dull against her pallid face as she closed in on the final clearing within the dense foliage, needing that space and broad sky above to refresh.

And then there, with his own Timberwolves flocking to her side she addressed him silently with eyes, misreading him, trying to understand. How could one so warm of energy, so solid and calm be etched in such shadow"

Was it such as the one he had lain with' And why"

A delicate notching up of her brow as she stood entirely still, but for the rustling of her journeying clothes. She lifted a hand out into the air, as though to sense his Ebb and Flow boldly, or request his strong, warm hand.

"Hawk Jahad, my Ranger, my Protector, my Lover....."

She could forgive, her love for him she felt after all this time. And truly. She cared for him deeply, and in such a way that scared her. He had shown such affection, and now looked at her as though she were an enemy.

"Hawk?"

Her soft, lilting voice sung across the dappled mist glaring in bright white through the trees and across this open air between them. It was as though his forest spoke the unsaid in its green way; the dark and the light, the known and the unknown, the love and the unloved.

"Come to me", she asked.

Hawk Jahad

Date: 2007-01-07 03:22 EST
A growl leapt up from Scar's throat as Hawk came closer to Lady, the large wolf barking immediately as Hawk came close. The rest of the pack gathered in a upside down V, flanking Lady at either side. They all snarled their disdain at their former companion and friend. "Come to me..." Her scent was like sweet flowers upon the wind, beckoning to him. As he came out from the shadows, the stench made him draw back in disgust.

Those ebon eyes glared now at the pack flanking Lady, and he spoke in harsh, sharp tones. "What more do you want of me" You refuse to follow. Refuse even my prescence here." One of his hands went underneath his cloak to grasp suspciously at a dagger hilt. "The woman wanted to speak with me," He explained to the pack of a dozen or so huge snarling beasts. "It is not my fault that I am here." This he snarled in return to the low rumble of the growl of the wolves. There was a distinct sorrow in his eyes, but it was masked with deep anger. "What do you want?" He asked the woman before him sharply.

LadyoftheSky

Date: 2007-01-07 03:33 EST
Her chest heaved in shock at his tones. They cut through the quiet and the woven Ebbs and Flows that once clung between their souls so severely she almost could make out a pain; acute and needline, a prick to her side. She touched her side in instinct, watching his own hands move for the dagger. She shook her head, fear alive in her eyes, as one foot drew back and the wolves began to growl more loudly; their eyes callous hazel.

"My love, my friend...."

She peered past the wind that rose her hair to drift it across her features It felt surreal, nauseus. It did not feel the same.

"What is it you have done? Talk to me. I am your friend, always"

The hurt inside did not subside, but truth grew and flowered on her lips. The scared beauty regarded Hawk bravely.

"Tell me why you are gone"