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[liluth]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/bgbgbg.png);] ICANSMELL i can smell the death on the sheets covering me i can't beleive this is the end i can smell the death on the sheets covering me i can't beleive this is the end i can hear the sad memories haunting me so many things i'd do again but this is my deathbed i lie here alone if i close my eyes tonight i know i'll be home The first view Liluth had of the town was not much of a view at all. It looked, well, the only thing she could think of was drab. It looked drab, and dark, and plain. And it stank of death. She couldn't pick apart the individual smells, but it was like the forest, permeated with the smell and look of death and decay. So this was what a town in the land of darkness looked like. No wonder the elves stayed far away, no wonder there was a war trying to end it. The thought this town used to be green and bright and flourishing, it brought tears to her eyes. As they made their way closer to it in the shadows, she couldn't hold back a choked sob. No wonder he had said she didn't belong. In a place where it was all recent, the death fresh, it was worse for her hear, feeling the yearning of the dead grass to send down its roots and thrive again. But she wasn't going to change anything. If she said prayers for the land here, if they were answered in this little town, split between the two warring countries, her life would be in such danger. Many people, important people, would be wondering what was happening. And she had been told not to upset anyone, not to stand out. So she would stay wherever he was taking her, and force herself not to try and change the desolation around her. With any luck, there would be a private garden here she could work with, perhaps even a rose bush. At last she was let down off his back, standing meekly by his side, silent under his cold look. A small smile crept onto her face when his arm went around her shoulders. He was marking her as his, and it would be there when whoever exactly it was came to open the door. It felt more real than the bite on her neck, this physical sign of ownership. The door opened quickly, revealing someone most unlike what Liluth expected here in this town, someone far from drab, but her look was so similar to Savan's emotionless state, she couldn't help the shiver down her spine. Or maybe it was just the cold breeze she could have swore came along with it. The woman gestured for her to go in with not a word, and with a glance at Savan, she did, ducking into the house that smelled like such a mixture of plants. She followed her nose, mildly surprised at the strength of the smells. It couldn't be from a garden, they were too strong for that, but she wasn't quite sure what it was from. Peaking her head into a room where the smell seemed stronger, her eyes widened as she saw the source. Shelves, filled with various plants. Herbs for healing, poisonous mushrooms, and a few obscure piles she couldn't quite place just from looking. “Amazing..” she whispered as she stepped in, turning to see more, jumping slightly as she saw a near exact double of the woman that had been at the door. “I'm sorry if I've interrupted.” she said hurriedly. WORDS ;; 535 TAGGED ;; ayan NOTES ;; <3 MUSE ;; relient k made by prism of OTE

[ayan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #4b0408 15px solid; border-left: #4b0408 15px solid;] A Nuraya took a deep breath, closing the door to the workshop as she looked around. Her eyes trailed along the shelves closest to the door, long thin fingers dancing over the worn wooden shelves as she searched for what she wanted to find. After a moment, she stopped in front of one particular plant, running the tips of her nails lightly over the better-looking leaves before she reached back to gather up her hair and braid it together casually before she dropped her arms in front of her, picking a few leaves from it, humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her before she tucked her daughters to bed. It was so soothing, so soft and humble- she missed her mother's smooth voice- even though her own was just as melodic, it wasn't the same. She lowered her eyes at the thought of her mother- the way she used to move around the little place in her dress- always making something special to help the people who were in need. It's funny how things work now, the twins had taken over- and one needed to be specific about what they wanted, or else the twins would take the demand and turn it into something that backfires. Of course, they would proceed to convince the peasants that it's worth more in hopes of gaining a few more coins the needed. Works like a charm- young adults, just scraping the lines fall for silly things like love potions all the time- and makes the witch chuckle when they come back and claim it worked- after all, it was nothing more then a little something to make one relaxed mixed with ale. She turned brushing her hand along the dirty cloth that was on the table before she turned. However, at the same moment, the door swung open, nearly knocking right into the red-haired sorcerer and sending her a few steps back wards. Scowling, she grabbed the door with thin long fingers, her temper quick to flair at the surface as she glared at the culprit just as she turned around. The little girl, seemed too old to be a child, but too young to be a woman- just barely. She, once again, must be here for another love potion. She shouldn't be surprised at the sight that greeted her, everyone in town new the temperamental twin who had emotions that never seem to have any consistency- along with the twin whose emotion was consistent with only one- both weren't all that friendly for they enjoyed suffering and conning. However, looking at the tankard as half full or half empty- some picked their favorites- Id often attacked without warning- the cold expression on her face the entire time; silent and deadly. While Nuraya let them know she was upset, she let them know long enough that she wasn't amused by their actions before she killed them- compared to her sister, she was more of a performer then anything else. However the strong emotion dropped as the elf turned around, apologizing. Her lips were pressed together as her eyebrows furrowed, wondering what something as herself be doing in the Land of Darkness. Her gaze dropped to her neck and her eyes widened before she opened the door further and tilted her head inside- listening to who Idinoke had opened the door to. She turned back to the elf, taking her her dirtied stated and the fact that she was tired. How much did his vampire take from her?! She turned back to the girl and couched slightly (she wasn't that shorter, but the witch was looking at the wounds), infuriated at the thought of those wretched animals draining the life of others or taking them in for the enjoyment of their blood. Unlike her sister, she hated vampires- and yet Id had managed to dabble herself with that hideous creature a little while ago. She should have burned him when she had the chance, but he always came back for some poison and paid them well- with her temper and habit of setting things on fire- they sometimes needed the money. 'Oh? What brings a wounded elf to our part of the town,'

[/color] she cooed, her tone threatening to take a turn for the worse. 'Actually, I was working on something and you've done well of distracting me by running into me,' she pulled back and scowled heavily at the girl, brushing her hand against her dress. 'But no matter- why are you here?' [/color]she prompted, her tone expectant and low. She tilted her head in the direction of the open door, calling out expectantly to her sister. 'There better be a good reason why she's here, vampire.'[/color] she called.
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[liluth]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/bgbgbg.png);] ICANSMELL i can smell the death on the sheets covering me i can't beleive this is the end i can smell the death on the sheets covering me i can't beleive this is the end i can hear the sad memories haunting me so many things i'd do again but this is my deathbed i lie here alone if i close my eyes tonight i know i'll be home There were many things Liluth expected from the woman she interrupted. A blank stare followed by a close examination of her marked neck was not high on that list. Confusion, anger, anything along those lines was to be expected, and she gave a sigh of relief when at last the woman's response went to more normal lines. It was strange to be looked at like a specimen, and she couldn't say she enjoyed it. It reminded her of the way Savan looked at her, always studying, always thinking about something, but while she'd allow Savan to do so, it wasn't like she could stop him, she wasn't as sure about letting this woman do the same. She paused, thinking about how to say what she needed to without unknowingly setting off some trigger that would cause this woman to snap. She could sense it, that delicate balance, so unlike the slow-tempered people of her own kind, and Savan, who she'd swear never had any emotion at all, other than disdain, which was hardly an emotion at all. It wasn't even a question asked of curiosity, like her own were. No matter the answer, this person would be biased, and she couldn't help but think back to her last conversation with Nina. Even though Nina disapproved, and thought she was making the wrong choice, she had made a point of not judging her, or telling her it was stupid. This woman, though, would probably call her stupid for coming back – not that it wasn't true, but she didn't like being called stupid. It was another thing she reserved for Savan, or her sister. People, she felt, needed to earn the right to be disrespectful to her, and being able to kill her was one of the things she would call deserving of that right. But the question she was asked, she didn't know how to answer it, not exactly. All she could do was look to her feet, fingers running along a bit of lace on her bodice. “I'm here, because he didn't kill me, because I said I couldn't go back so obviously marked, and he brought me here, to stay for a while, until he decides I'm better enough to be sent back.” She couldn't stop the little pangs of hurt in her voice, the sadness she felt. She didn't expect this lady to understand how it felt to have your death robbed from you, only to be thrown back into the world you left behind. It wasn't normal to think like that, especially not about vampires. They were evil, vile, rotten, heartless. They hunted, they didn't wait around for prey to rush back into their arms. She knew now it was stupid to think he'd fulfill her desire. With a deep breath, she put those thoughts from her mind, trying to smile. “What are you working on?” she asked, “You have so many varieties here, I didn't know you could get so many different plants outside the Forest. It's a marvelous collection.” she wanted to change the subject, and plants were a safe subject for her. Safely not really reminding her of home, but also not reminding her of why she left. Plants were everywhere in the world, even in this dark, death touched land. They might not be thriving, but plants were plants, and she was at home with them. Even the black forest had a twisted feel of home, and this room wasn't any different. The plants were dried and dead, and not of her home's quality, but they were plants, the same ones, for the most part, that she had grown up with. WORDS ;; 612 TAGGED ;; ayan NOTES ;; <3 MUSE ;; relient k made by prism of OTE

[ayan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #4b0408 15px solid; border-left: #4b0408 15px solid;] Nuraya glowered as she heard the door shut. Her temper started to run high as she scowled, lashing out at the smug idiot. However, she had heard the last bit and snorted. He was right, as usual, but out of spite she lit up the area around the front door anyways, finding it to be an innocent act. It wasn't her fault he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he just... caught on fire... well oops. Of course, her twin would pout and rant up a storm like she always does, but it would fade away in time, wouldn't it? Oh, no, because her sister seems to have the emotional stability of a piece of ice. Her and her Thea- admiring was. Nuraya loudly scoffed at the thought, only interrupted in her scorn when the little elf spoke up again. She was an odd thing, Nuraya noted- the way she spoke and talked. Maybe that was why the little filthy animal had his greedy ugly eyes on her. Oh how she wished that she could flick her wrist, make a little magic, and turn that smug smile into nothing more then a pile of ashes. Wait, that power is in her reach, isn't it? He's been living for too long and should be disposed of properly. The arrogant leech he was. She huffed indignantly at the answer. Of course she wouldn't understand, Nuraya had been someone who would do anything for self-preservation, she did what she had to to live- be it in an ugly situation or making enough for some food on the table. And yet this little girl was willing to allow a horrendous monster to defile her and destroy her- probably not before he played her in his hands and shaped her into whatever he wanted like clay. 'That disgusting undead trash! He's only going to twist and play you around like you're nothing more then a doll! What on Earth would you want to be around him for? I'm sure there are others ways to kill oneself,'

[/b]harsh words, words that clearly wasn't thought through all the way. She didn't mean it to be a bad thing though, it was more of a fact, the vampire was only going to trick her and cause her misery before draining her dry, if she really wanted to die Nuraya could always come up with someone quick and painless.

Then suddenly, she felt a little sorry for the girl, pity, almost. Clearly she was upset by this fact, no matter how stupid it was, she clearly wanted something and was denied it. And the crimson-haired woman knew that feeling well, she knew the pain of not getting something she wanted, it was a feeling that everyone would experience at one time or another, granted, perhaps not as drastic as some, but still, that feeling that the elf showed was clear. 'Poor thing,' she murmured quietly to herself, shaking her head and patting the girl's head.

He signed at the smile. She clearly was going to be sticking around, might as well show her about the place and quench her curiosity. She straightened up and turned without another thought. 'A type of potion designed to keep someone alive no matter the circumstances,' there was a name for it- but she didn't care to remember. 'Perfect for torturing and instigating suffering,' she commented with a not. 'Keeps them away and conscious until the last breath.' She picked up the leaves and headed over to a table and setting it down, turning to look at the girl again.

'Now, right now we're out of the things I need to heal that wound, you're just going to have to wait it out, but you must be tired, so sit,' she snapped, nodding to the chair. 'I'll go get something to cover that up,' [/color]she said, and swept to the other side of the space.
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