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Post by Trevor BloodMayne on Nov 22, 2005 10:07:33 GMT -7
*Oblivion, nothing, silence..that was the last thing he remembered after being attacked in the Mystic Tavern by a vampire. The name Lance rang with memory, and confusion was very much apart of him now. What was the reason behind this?..Trevor died that night from the attack, his spine snapped and completely paralyzed him to fight back. But now, he finds himself in a place he wasn't familair with; sitting up, he blinks a few times as he looks around slowly. Was he dead? He knew he had to have been, of course. He looked down at himself in wonderment, but quickly darted his red pools around once more as his vision became clear; normal. It was a beautiful place, the surrounding trees, light and the bells in the distance could be heard; it all seemed so soothing. Standing to his feet and he takes notice of a throne made of vine; then noticed the woman of beauty sitting upon it. She looked of importance, and the crown she wore made him think she was probably the ruler of this place. Still feeling a bit confused, he slowly approaches her with black boots. He was lean, pale with long black hair (black down feathers are also placed within the tendrils); wearing black pants, black mesh shirt that was long sleeved with the thumbs cut at the bottom so it fit somewhat like a glove. Over the shirt is his black leather trench coat and around his neck is a leather collar with three loops in the front. Approaching the woman timidly, red pools searching as he spoke quietly*..W,where am I?..*He wanted Canis near, and a feeling of panic almost washed over him; realizing he wasn't anywhere around..was he? What had happened when he was found dead? Waiting to hear the woman speak, he maintains a calm exterior*
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Post by Alloya Pendragon on Nov 23, 2005 12:11:15 GMT -7
*Always there was this lucidity about this place as if you were ever in a dream... time swirling, the seasons themselves seeming to change on a whim... the lady too would change... from Maiden, to Mother, to Crone... to something else... gossamar wings fluttering lightly behind her... of Faerie & ancient draconic blood she was, her magic had served to make this place what it was & for that she would stay here forever more... a Paramour to her own Realm...
Alloya smiled her beautiuos smile as Trevor approached the table, she motioning him to join her at the left side of the throne... an aura of calm seeming to fall from the tips of her fingers to blanket the area knowing Trevor's plight* " Do not fret my "Raven" child... please be seated & all shall be revealed..." ** with a nod her people; the little dark people of the hills came out from bush & tree baring a feast, meat, nuts, cheese fruit, any & all kinds of faire... ** "You must be famished Trevor, please partake of this feast... & to answer your question, you are in the Summerland... in the Halls of Arcadia.... It seems a wish was made before your spirits were seperated from each other..." ** yes she said "spirits" plural... then she fell silent letting him absorb all of this... if he ventured to ask further questions... Alloya would answer,though... fae were not known to be very straight forward... & a Faerie queen.. was most often the worst to be filled with riddles... so Trevor would do well to sit & enjoy himself while biding his time... or getting used to his surroundings.. for he might be here for a long long time** [/color][/size][/font]
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Post by Trevor BloodMayne on Nov 23, 2005 21:05:58 GMT -7
*The place was soothing to him, though strange and his pale facial features still resemble confusion; until he gets use to the place. He wasn't sure if this was Heaven or Hell; or if anything like that even existed. The woman who seemed very important, changes along with the seasons here..and he couldn't help but blink a few times. He didn't know, or wasn't sure who or what she was, though the wings that flutter light behind her are noticed by ruby pools. A fearie? Fearie Queen? He wasn't very familair with such, and could be wrong for all he knows. He took in her smile, and he offered a polite but awkward one in return. Trevor was always the quiet time, and he took the seat to the left side of the table as offered. Watching her, he cocked his head a bit like a bird, and nodded slowly. So he wasin Summerland?Is that like Heaven?Pergatory? The place certainly did not portray anything like Hell.Of course, why would he go to there? He wasn't a cruel or evil creature.*..My spirits were seperated?..*Becoming quiet once more, he thought as the dark people came in with food. Indeed he was hungry, and looked to the food in thought. So his "Raven" spirit had been seperated from his soul?He felt ever so confused, trying to absorb and make sense of everything. Looking to her timidly, wishing Canis were here, he spoke*..Might I ask what you mean by"spirits"?..*He knew nothing of Fea, or the riddled ways they speak, but his curiousity was getting the better of him nonetheless.*..Am I to always be here miss?..
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Post by Alloya Pendragon on Nov 27, 2005 13:58:00 GMT -7
"Yes, Yes, like a bird & a wolf losing to Chaos...Death brings prisons yes... but love brings hope... do not dwell, enjoy...all that you see & dream is yours to be had here... such is the magick that binds this place into a reality... & by the way..my name is Alloya... Alloya Pendragon.. " **she made a slight nod to her sirname as in respect to the greatness it carried... the soft sound of bells carrying on the air about her... she smiled softly... as she took a bite of fruit that was set upon her plate... the ceremonial first bite.. so now all the other guests could eat... & there were other guests beside trevor situated here... though they weren't noticed before, just as the pigmies appeared... men of battle.. women of stature in all walks of life .. some seemed lost others... seemed placadeted & unraveled by being here... as if this was the most natural place in the world to be... Alloya sat back in her throne watching with a caring "mother's eye her "subjects"...** [/color][/size] (( sorry for such a short post deary))
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Post by Canis Bloodmayne on Nov 28, 2005 3:43:46 GMT -7
** It seemed that he ran forever... never stopping... the forest was cold, dark & lonely around him... the only thing he heard, was his howls of sorrow... his sobbing at loosing his mate... the broken flesh of Trevor still held in his arms.. as he ran & ran... his thoughts circling on a wish.. circling on dispair... guilt tearing at his flesh as the brambles & thorns of a thicket... causing deep gashes in flesh & soul... he'd been running for three days straight without rest... knowing that he'd find it if he looked hard enough... feeling the magick stir within him... a cold night torturing his soul.. as he reched the boundries of the Lycosian Forest & entered the great empire of Menelwen Eleniel.... after another half day.. the wintery afternoon sun bringing weariness to the otherwise strong limbs the ebony furred wolf shaking in limb...weakness finding every nerve ending... fatigue blazing through his supple flesh... he collapsed just as the forest seemed to change around him...winter growing to spring, spring to fall & fall to winter yet again... all in a matter of moments... he had arrived... but he couldn't move another inch... & shortly afterward he was unconscious** [/color][/b][/size]
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Post by Trevor BloodMayne on Dec 15, 2005 7:16:09 GMT -7
*Listening to her speak on love and hope, he merely nodded though still felt the confusion nip at his mind and he tried to smile; missing Canis more than anything. "It's a pleasure to meet you Alloya. I'm sure I don't need an introduction?" He tilted his head birdlike, tendrils of raven falling over his pale features; seeing her eat some fruit. He felt famished, and looked down to his own; beginning to munch now that she took the first bite. Now he knew, she was of very high importance. He looked around himself at the other guests, though quiet he remains and in much thought as he was eating. He takes a breath, and relieved it gently; knowing he'd have to get use to it here, but had no idea that Canis was coming. At least, not until his Love came and past out. The familiar presence made him stop eating and pause briefly; looking to Alloya with widened eyes.The expression he bore asked the "Do you feel that?" not thinking twice about looking around himself but seeing nothing yet*
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Post by Alloya Pendragon on Dec 27, 2005 8:54:27 GMT -7
The motherly gaze again spent it's breath to fall on the crow's viasage, a tender smile pulling the corners of her mouth upward as she nodded to Trevor, silently answering his question that yes she too felt the presence of another. Turning from him with no further indication she motioned one of the pigmies near, whispering softly into his ear the pigmie nodding then bowing to her in uttermost respect "Your will be done M'Lady" came the pigmy's voice as he left her side to do her bidding other pigmies following with not another delay or word on their parts.
Alloya going back to her meal & watching of the others spoke in her soft loving way "We have a new visitor. Please make ready a seat for him, as he will be famished & ready to eat." She motioned to the other pigmies the seat beside Trevor. & they made it ready for the new arrival.
Humanity, Canis had been so starved so utterly devoid of any nourishment for several days that his body had just given up.. not dead but unconscious... his wolven form fallen to the pale handsome features of a young man.. with coal black hair falling over the handsome rugged features... the pigmies finding him & carrying him off to be bathed & readied.. waking him though he'd be graugy in this lucid dream of the Summerland sitting the "human" right beside Trevor. Alloya wondering with a soft mischivious smile if Trevor would recognize his mate... [/i][/size]
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Post by Canis Bloodmayne on Dec 27, 2005 12:01:26 GMT -7
Even in sleep the wolf would smell & take in the activities about him, but as his body weakened & the human came backt to the fore after many a long year... he was left weakened & half awake, roused by the pigmies & dressed in fine attire much like the Queen at the vine made throne situated at the head of the table though his eyes might reveal who he really was.. still that brilliant amber that shone with such depth of emotion such dominance a feral tilt of the head finding the silken ebony tendrils shadowing those tanned hard features as his eye found the collar that still adorned his mate... a blink as lucidity fell like ash from a burning fire Canis looked himself over blinking feeling weak... then turning to Trevor...
"My love.... i've made it.... i've come back for you... " a breathless whisper as he dared not anger the fairy queen knowing that suggesting such could damn the both of them forever... but looking upon Alloya he realized she wasn't the fairy queen he was told of, not the dark haired Wode of earth.. but the Pendragon of the outer realm, which meant... Canis wasn't truly dead & there was still a chance for Trevor... he smiled most briliantly his teeth still sharpened like the canine his hand touching lightly against Trevor's to make sure he wasn't an illusion.
Everything else seemed to fade into darkness except Trevor...the ebony down of his hair... the tilt of his head so much of the bird still. Canis gulped then... as he begin to convulse lightly as if regurgitating something... holding his hand to his mouth... a vision appearing therein, a ball of light cawing faintly like a crow... the animal spirit still held in his grasp her offered it to his Mate as if...in offering for forgiveness to tell Trevor he was sorry for not being there when his mate needed him most... his voice was childish & low his head bowed as he spoke with a bit of shame tinting his usually strong voice. "i saved it for you, please forgive me M'love."[/i][/size]
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Post by Trevor BloodMayne on Jan 4, 2006 10:19:09 GMT -7
He looked around after feeling that familair presence..could it be? No, it couldn't be..could it? His eyes scanned and searched from his seat; settling on a pigmie that was speaking to Alloya. He tilted his head, even though the crow spirit was gone, he still had the 'habits'. Another guest? He thought to himself, and didn't dare ask a question. He looked to the seat next to him, as it was suggested the guest sit by him. This made him all the more curious and nearly held his breath. His crimson pools had looked down to his plate, and stared a moment before picking up a piece of food to idly chew. His mind was always thinking of Canis..the question of ever seeing him again along with so much more. His death..attack..was for the most part a blur; for once the attack began, it happened so quickly. His spine had been broken, leaving him paralyzed before the murderer...and he shakes his head quickly, placing his food back onto the plate.
But when the male in 'human' form sat beside him; those ruby orbs darted and felt a hand placed onto his arm adorned in black leather due to the trench coat. Blinking, he stared as if in utter shock before it hit him: this was Canis, his love...the one he missed so much. "Canis?" He asked softly, reaching out his free hand and placing it atop of the one bared on his arm. He glanced to Alloya briefly before studying Canis, listening to his breathless whisper. Shaking his head, he leans closer and speaks back; not fighting back the tears that seemed to cascade down his features "Don't...please don't blame yourself my Love..please.." But he blinked as Canis seemed to be...throwing something up? But when the ball of light was shown and it cawed like a crow; he knew it was his animal spirit. Honestly, he didn't think he'd be getting it back..and was pleasantly suprised to have learned that Canis saved it for him. "I cannot forgive what you have nothing to be sorry for Love..." He didn't understand why Canis was shamed..was it because of his dominant and protective manner? Not being there when it happened? Trevor took the animal spirit.
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Post by Alloya Pendragon on Jan 19, 2006 15:02:12 GMT -7
She slipped away unnoticed by the two lovers as they met again a happiness filling the matronly visage... a wrong righted, the magic the only force that would draw them hither.. the only force that would hold them.. if they so desired...Though there were those that got lost... lost to the magick & lost to their own need to be with one another, even this threatened the Faerie Queen.... & she didn't mind it one bit, her foot falls growing heavier as she ventured further from the sacred grove, her form growing in the night... the red dragon with the gossamar wings taking flight to join her mate in their home by the sea. [/font][/i][/size]
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