Raylene Hope
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It is time to fight fire with fire. Let the war begin.
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Post by Raylene Hope on Jan 17, 2010 14:50:06 GMT -8
Oh, precious freedom! Oh, tempting salvation! With every spin, every step, Raylene felt pain and hardships drop from her shoulders. She was reminded of her youth and the fact that, High Elf she may be, Raylene was not responsible for all of Illinor. She was allowed to dance and enjoy life. Perhaps her criticisms of the flighty fairies who lead their people had led her to forget that. Fun was a good thing, a wonderfully healthy thing when used in moderation. Fae spirit should never feel constricted or joyless. At last, she was reborn! Even with the knowledge that this feeling of weightless elation would dissipate with the dance, Raylene was happy.
The elf could not respond to Gabriel’s words with anything but joyful laughter and a light expression. She was lost in the moment, in the pleasurable combination of two wild magics. Some of the curious fae were watching now, distracted from their own revelry by their rare image. Raylene hardly noticed them. They existed as bright colors and shining eyes in the back of her mind. The elf’s eyes were for Gabriel and her thoughts were of the dance. She could feel the steps change with the music and surprised herself by following correctly.
Gabriel’s expertise was truly an astounding thing. They ended, faces close together, and Raylene could smell his sweet scent. Absurdly, she thought this is the part where they kiss, but she had no such desire. Even enveloped in magic her affections would not move so closely to another. With Gabriel, Raylene knew that was a good thing. She grinned to show her appreciation. Even with the dance finished, Raylene still glowed faintly with that melon colored hue. According to many ancient texts, there was a time when the fae constantly glowed with the power of their magic.
"Seldom do I enjoy dancing so much, Raylene. Thank you for being such a fufilling partner. But I think it is time we concede the stage for the real dancer of the night."
“I agree. Thank you for showing me such an enchanting dance.” Raylene followed him back to their seat to the sound of a slow, suspenseful song. It was the song before the Honored Dance, meant to draw the revelers to the room to watch. As the elder approached to announce the dance the elf smoothed out Gabriel’s hair. Not that it looked bad mussed up that way. It was simply habit.
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Post by Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar on Jan 17, 2010 16:41:43 GMT -8
Gabriel watched the worries drop away from Raylene with every passing moment, watched as her smile grew wider and her eyes grew joyful. Even as he did he could feel the same changes in him and by the time he sat down he was relaxed and light-hearted. In body and appearance he had never been old but tonight the years dropped away from his mind too and he felt young again; felt like he had before the illness that had stolen those closest to him, before he'd become a person with a title and a role.
"It was my pleasure," Gabriel grinned, comfortable with the contact as she smoothed his hair back into place. Not for the first time he smiled to himself at the thought of the proper, fearful mortals, not allowed to touch or hug or show affection. How could they bear such a life? The brush of her hand across his brow was a comfort and a mark of their friendship. It must be a lonely life for those restricted by social convention.
His gaze was drawn for a moment to the slowly assembling Fae. They were a beautiful race despite their variances, from the showy fairies to the elegant elves to the shy, pretty changelings. And tonight they were more beautiful than ever, bathed in the glow of their magic. The slow, haunting tune slowed his heart rate after the exertion of the dancing and he relaxed further, returning his attention to Raylene.
"Who has the honour of dancing this year?" he asked. Most of the Fae would know the name by now; indeed, he knew who was dancing for the Daemons although he had chosen to attend this celebration instead. Even as he asked a crescendo of howling wolves joined the singers, a reminder of the purpose of the festival and the harsh danger of the forest. A thrill of feral adrenaline rushed through him and for a moment he was the instinct-driven predator rather than the intelligent diplomat. It was gone in a second but the prompt was there; as cleverly as he had immersed himself among the Fae, he was not one of them. [/size]
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Raylene Hope
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It is time to fight fire with fire. Let the war begin.
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Post by Raylene Hope on Jan 18, 2010 11:59:53 GMT -8
Once his hair was smoothed out, Raylene leaned against him, her body molding perfectly into his. For all her inner strength, she felt oddly fragile resting against his masculine structure. Were they to get into a physical fight, Raylene knew she would lose. The elf was not built for fighting. “Someone called Koen,” she responded softly, her voice taking on the new tone of the celebration, “I do not know him.” Raylene knew a great many of her people by face or by name, but no leader could know everyone. Illinor was a vast land and although their numbers were dwindling there were still many elves.
Elder Wyn walked into light and the room hushed. A single drum was beating a slow, steady rhythm. The elder was quite a sight. He was tall, perfectly white, cherry lipped with burgundy hair. Only a single stripe of white betrayed his age. Wings spouted from his back and they looked carved from ice and painted with blood. Everything about the fairy was savage and graceful in the most fleeting of ways. One moment he looked like a rabid animal and the next he appeared to be your best friend. The two images flickered in and out of your mind.
“Tonight the wolves beg for blood.” His voice was cold, like the unforgiving winter frost. “The fire has chosen our dancer. Koen Valiant, it is time to approach and dance the Honored Dance. We will show the wolves that we laugh in the face of their savagery. We will show them that we, not they, are the mightiest of hunters. We will remind them who Illinor belongs to!” There was much cheering at this and Raylene had a feeling it was not only in spite of the wolves. Lately, it was not the wolves trying to take over Illinor.
Raylene smiled at the cheering and the warmth. All of the fae magic was focused now, or as focused as it could possibly be. The dance would be danced and all the magic of Faery would bear witness. All they needed was the dancer. Raylene was curious as to who this dancer would be. She enjoyed knowing her people.
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Knives
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NOT a dinosaur.
I won't kill you. Just harm you horribly.
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Post by Knives on Jan 18, 2010 12:24:34 GMT -8
Knives ears perked slightly as the music intensified. Oh good, he could actually do something soon. While rather than sit in a corner pretending not to be bored. Knives managed to push himself up out of his spot and gracefully avoid any contact or view as he got to the spot where he would dance. He brushed his hair from his face to get a good view, blinking lightly as he took in the scene of the fae coming in and excited talk. While, hopefully he wouldn't botch it. Oh great. One more thing to worry about was someone knowing who he was. That could possibly ruin everything.
((Short. Blah.))
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Post by Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar on Jan 18, 2010 12:45:54 GMT -8
Gabriel wound a friendly arm around Raylene's slender waist as they waited for the dancer, noting for the first time her feminine fragility. It was something he had not seen before - she was a strong person with a powerful presence and 'fragile' was not a suitable word to describe her. Only here in the glow of Fae magic did she allow herself some small shred of vulnerability. He treasured the moment of dropped barriers between them.
Teal eyes trained on the elder as he spoke. The Fairy was familiar in appearance if not in name to the Daemon and once again he marvelled at the way the Fae had so generously allowed him to slot into their lives. Though he could never be one of them, and indeed had no desire to be, they were gracious and accepting of him. In fact they seemed fascinated by him, this charming Demon so intrigued by their ways. "Koen Valiant" The name was unfamiliar to Gabriel, too, and he did not recognise the Fae that stepped up to take his place in the firelight in preparation for the dance. No longer did the music swell over the mind and tug at the heart; it was savage and tempestuous, a warning to the wolves to hunt elsewhere. Of course, most Fae would have to be injured, sick or isolated to be at any risk from the canine predators but Gabriel still enjoyed the ceremony. It was a night of escape and feral revelling, if nothing else.
Resting his cheek against the sweet-smelling locks of Raylene's russet-brown hair, Gabriel awaited the show with a rare contentment and patience. [/color]
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Mint
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I'd rather you not question my gender. Thank you.
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Post by Mint on Jan 18, 2010 14:24:19 GMT -8
Mint stood towards the back of the crowd of fae. The dance wasn't all that fascinating to him. Really, it wasn't. Actually it may have been his least favorite thing. He pulled his cloak hood up, it was lined with wolf fur. At least no one mentioned his gender to him yet. He really did think that being among many fae that many with bardic magic occasionally changed form. Well, it just made it easier for him.
His cloak was long and it went all the way to the floor, concealing his weapons and attire underneath. Mint did love a good festival though, as long as he didn't have to do much.
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Knives
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NOT a dinosaur.
I won't kill you. Just harm you horribly.
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Post by Knives on Jan 24, 2010 9:15:21 GMT -8
((Warning: I have no clue what the heck I’m doing. So just... you know. Go with it.))
A slight shiver ran down Knives back as the music became more upbeat and frightful. With a flick of his wrist Knives gracefully began. With quick movements he spun about lightly. Each move timed to fit the quickened music. Without missing a beat Knives grabbed a few knives and tossed them into the air. A glint in his red eyes sparkled lightly before he caught them all by the handle and they quickly disappeared behind the fur clothing he wore. The dance seemed to move by quickly. To Knives it didn’t last long, but yet in a sense it hadn’t.
The wolf fur stuck to Knives tightly, making him slightly warmer than he wanted to be. Swiftly he removed himself from the center of attention when the elder began speaking again. A light sigh escaped him as Knives placed himself towards the back of the crowd. Being claustrophobic at a time like this was not something anyone would want. Knives teeth gritted, he hated crowds.
A slight relaxation ran through him as Knives had moved into an open area in the back. Still listening in on what was being said but cooling himself off from the performance. The fur was quite heavy to wear and warm.
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