Post by LAILAH T. ALAVARA on Sept 29, 2011 19:06:24 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more  If Lailah ever had a plan to start off with she certainly didn't have one now. After days of riding across Illicag from her beloved home of Aherdaur she'd encountered nothing but vast land, the odd rogue camp, and several would-be thieves who only gained an arrow through their shoulder. The elf had spent several days in Vala and slept most of them off in a tiny room above the local inn. She didn't feel any better in fact the homesickness made her feel worse. She knew how her family would feel when they realised she was gone but in Lailah's mind what she was doing was for the best now they'd never have to suffer the shame she'd bring on them for associating herself with vampires and, most importantly, grieving for one. Sparing them that was her main priority even if she was alone wandering through the damned land, the land that saw only rain and misery, land that would soon be soaked in blood if the dark queen had her way. Gentle eyes stayed at the flickering flame burning away the wick jutting out of a roughly made candle on the desk. It felt strange to her to be in a bed made for a human; she was used to the softness of her own, used to the smell of the woodland on her blankets, used to the sound of the larks singing in the trees here all she ever woke up to was the rumble of laughter, of men drunk, of women with their shrill cackling. Tearing her eyes from the candle she curled up more on her bed trying to fall back into mother sleep's warm arms instead she found nothing just more of the same noises. She hadn't dared to leave her room not since she'd caught sight of her sister lurking around the streets like a shadow. Lailah had followed her, in a borrowed dress and cloak, her head dipped low and waited silently behind a wall only to find her sister was not alone. She'd listened in, something she hadn't done since childhood, listened to her sister's strong and confident voice, and his, deep, gruff sounding one mocking her twin sister. At first it bothered her, the way he spoke to her, teased her, and yet none of that mattered the second her alleged 'death' slipped from her sister's lips. Lailah could understand her sister was angry, bitter that she'd left, but her words were a heart shattering blow and Lailah, holding in her sobs, had run back to the inn her chest aching and her eyes burning with tears not wanting to hear another word. Pulling herself up she sat on the edge of her bed; silvery hair hanging over her ears the tips brushing against her waist. Lailah had brushed it loose of it's twists and knots, removed the flowers, beads and coils of silver and now, with her boring human clothes, she looked every inch like the girls who lived in Vala; plain, bland and so very ordinary. She didn't care; her sister meant everything to Lailah, so much so that she'd spared her the stories of Ezeal, the boy with the brilliant blue eyes, the boy who could cause so much destruction and suffering to their kind, the boy that would make Liluth ashamed of her twin and now Lailah wished she hadn't. Lailah wished she'd sat her sister down, told her the tales of their meeting, her thoughts, her desires, just to see her face, hear her disappointment. Liluth had caused her sister pain and in return that very same sister wanted to return it tenfold of course that boy with the blue eyes hadn't wanted her anymore either but they still had a chance, they were immortal, her sister on the other hand had cut ties and Lailah had no intention of ever trying to rekindle their relationship. Liluth preferred to say her sister was dead and Lailah was happy to honour her sister's morbid preference after all the land was vast and one could easily slip into the cracks. Grasping the hem of her nightgown she pulled it over her head replacing it with an equally bland looking dress and cloak. Vala's inhabitance was varied but mostly human and by that mostly safe however she still tucked her knife into the leather garter strapped to her thigh. After the thieves her trust in humans faded enough that she felt the need to be armed. Leaving her room with her hood up she tucked her hands away and took the easier route of going through the kitchen rather than main bar area; men were obnoxious at best but worse when they were half-cut and high on whores flashing their loose morals. The air was warm and filled with the sound of the bells sounding the hour in the distance but her path strayed from it as she walked through the shadow claimed streets head down, blonde hair concealing her features, with sure footed steps. 835 words, outfit to come but probably something toe skimming and period-ish idk, I listened to the wrong songs writing this. |
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