Post by Taylan on Oct 13, 2007 18:05:17 GMT -5
Under the current her hands looked so different, as if they had never touched the edge of a blade, never met the run of blood. Calm eyes of viridian watched the shifting illusion made by the stream and for a moment, Taylan Varkatzas felt at ease.
She washed away the dirt that had claimed her hands for hours past, sitting before her image as it danced in the flow of fresh water, under a golden eye lit in the skies. They had been traveling for a period of time that deemed close to an epoch but Taylan never minded...now, she was just grateful to have been closer to Pharlen than when they had started.
Drying her hands on the dark robe she wore, she rose from her position and looked over to where a sleeping form took shape under the sanctuary of a tree's shade. He had yet to awaken and though concern for his slumber never was expressed on her porcelain countenance, Taylan could not help but always linger a stare at his chest. Rising...falling...rising...
The dragoon sat beside Orion's laying form, pulling back the hood from its place at her head, revealing long locks of brunette, confined in a braid that trickled over her shoulder and fell past her waist. A lot longer than she would ever let it grow but after months of leaving it be, there was no control over its length.
Beneath the cover of a hood, one could not spot blonde hair; a trait that would have caused both of their deaths if just one spike were to be revealed. But from this angle, Taylan casually noted, the streaks of his hair were visible. But no one was around, and a few miles north was her territory....She cast her eyes towards that direction and inaudibly let out a sigh through chapped lips. The world had changed so much in so little time...Months ago, one could breathe without having the lingering scent of death in your throat. And the forests...soaked with tears of those in suffer, who suffered and could not escape the pain.
But soon, soon things would come to an end. Taylan hoped it would.
She washed away the dirt that had claimed her hands for hours past, sitting before her image as it danced in the flow of fresh water, under a golden eye lit in the skies. They had been traveling for a period of time that deemed close to an epoch but Taylan never minded...now, she was just grateful to have been closer to Pharlen than when they had started.
Drying her hands on the dark robe she wore, she rose from her position and looked over to where a sleeping form took shape under the sanctuary of a tree's shade. He had yet to awaken and though concern for his slumber never was expressed on her porcelain countenance, Taylan could not help but always linger a stare at his chest. Rising...falling...rising...
The dragoon sat beside Orion's laying form, pulling back the hood from its place at her head, revealing long locks of brunette, confined in a braid that trickled over her shoulder and fell past her waist. A lot longer than she would ever let it grow but after months of leaving it be, there was no control over its length.
Beneath the cover of a hood, one could not spot blonde hair; a trait that would have caused both of their deaths if just one spike were to be revealed. But from this angle, Taylan casually noted, the streaks of his hair were visible. But no one was around, and a few miles north was her territory....She cast her eyes towards that direction and inaudibly let out a sigh through chapped lips. The world had changed so much in so little time...Months ago, one could breathe without having the lingering scent of death in your throat. And the forests...soaked with tears of those in suffer, who suffered and could not escape the pain.
But soon, soon things would come to an end. Taylan hoped it would.
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