Topic: Maestoso

Karine Duvelle

Date: 2009-09-19 09:14 EST
I hear in my mind all of this music, and it breaks my heart...

Karine couldn't remember the timeframe where she crossed over from being composer to caretaker, to healer. Like any composer at times her sanity was questioned.

The difference between her and the rest is that she was not predominantly overzealous with her action. Simplicity in the actions and ways of her. Quiet tranquility was her off beat cadence.

Her life a bittersweet canon. Karine felt she was doing nothing more then walking or more so running in circles.

Even with a new place, a new home, a new beginning she felt it. A secret cadenza of her.

When had she become the healer and caretaker of strangers she had yet to decide. Tugs upon heart strings. They played her accordingly.

Those three.

Life in concerto.

Ever Solo.

Karine had yet to reveal her name and yet there was the sensation that the key notes were being painted along her spirit.

Worrisome way. Elegy and Fugues. There were no pianos to be found but her writing was fevered. Those bits of paper once blank became dominated by the wild frenzy of a melody.Dragons and adventures, Egyptians and sweet tempered blondes.

Everything in her head came undone, spilling the notes till they became...music

Karine Duvelle

Date: 2009-09-20 08:30 EST
All around me people bleed....speak to me....your song of greed

Overtures in a drowsy mind. The ivory and ebon of items that were not keys of any exquisite instrument but scales never meant on a page.

The cacophony of a cup as it shattered, hit the floor and sprawled a pasadoble of sound.

Drifting through her mind. Diminutive composer given a handful of days to write life's rhapsody and the halfblood was dragon maiden.

Her body a tangle in sheets, classical in quarter time.

Chestnut waves a rich score. Palmed through.

Taken in by the Shimmerscales.

Sometimes....the composition....the piece could consume....could control the composer who composed it.

Karine had unleashed that symphony. Left it in transition.

Pausing. Waiting for vibrato. Coated notes would paint her life in variation.

Karine Duvelle

Date: 2009-09-22 06:16 EST
These precious things, let them break, let them wash away

Round and Round. Her head spun that melody as a canon. Constant play. The little composer never understood how one could make fun of another. All too used to that. Halfblood. Meant for mockery.

The woman had no choice but to take it. That diminutive, delicate frame was more meant for breaking then fighting. It didn't stop her from standing up for friends. Still when it came to standing up for herself, she wilted.

Warmth and compassion had been found. Like a symphony meant to be written in her soul she had found the dragons and a handful of them had taken to her.

Aeri with his vagabond secrets, Icer with her warm heart and cold scales, Kieran with his slick uniquely colored scales that were as smooth as hematite, and now Rocky. Rocky with his warm rock scales.

There was a comfort here.

A warmth she was drawn to and unwilling to leave. Karine had made a vow that she would help and look after the hatchlings. Drowsy with the radiating warmth of the rock dragon around her, deep in slumber and lost in dreams, the halfblood knew she would stay true to her words.

She was not going anywhere.

Karine Duvelle

Date: 2009-09-24 20:58 EST
All the constant super color motion, Burning senses

She woke up screaming. Diminutive figure soaked in sweat and not from the warmth she had come used to. Her mind was wicked fugue. Requiem. Elegy.

Fingertips brushed at her skin with the memory of the prior evening. Fear had struck her to the core and awakened that energy. It imprinted her gold flesh with lattice work of silver. The celestial depths had been born again turning mink gray to moon bright silver. The silver had spilled out it seemed, crawled a design at her flesh that she had rubbed so furiously at her skin to erase.

Her skin was ruddy red and rubbed raw, the heat of the shower she had taken did nothing for her comforts to escape from that memory. The way the silver had painted her flesh.

The demon had terrified her. Shook every fiber of her being. Claimed harmless but still she wanted to run.

There was no Rocky to hide behind that night. There was only solitude. Silence.

Her fingers pressed into hair. She couldn't stop shaking. She had sought the chill of Icer that evening.

She needed the cold. Winter Solstice willing to exist in her veins. Cadence and cacophony.

Lost in the noise of silence.

Karine Duvelle

Date: 2010-07-21 13:38 EST
Sometimes it's bright inside my head Just like the spark in my eyes...

Too much exposure. Too much revelation. She slept exhausted beside Alex, her hands washed free of blood seemed unwilling to leave those spots where he had been wounded even as the wounds were nothing more then scars.

All he magic had poured through her, shielding to protect the lair....healing the wounded, and then bringing forth the power of the elements tapped and the light she touched.

Moon glow and Lightning. So many other things called upon to protect them all. It had all but killed her when she saw Alex come to harm. She had lost so many already and near had lost herself in the attempts to save him.

Meeting Ryan had set her on edge, she feared him as much as she was curious about him. She was a halfblood, damned and cursed by her kind.

The Highborn had outcasted her, and the priests of her people found her as damnation, something to be sacrificed to apologize to the gods for the error of her parents.

Unpure.

She was unpure.

It had been so long since she had known or even been around her kind....much less humans.

Unsettling notes, a glorified sonata to find and know so many new things.

This was her Fugue. This was her Song. This was her Solo left from a Duet....to become a Choir.

This was her family, and she would die for them as much as she would ever fight for them.