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Post by noah on Nov 15, 2011 15:48:36 GMT -5
The world had been renewed. The sights! The sounds! Were hints of a place Harlow once knew, but there was a vast change. She felt it in her flesh to her bones. She was far far from home. From the young girl with all the hopes and dreams in the world. The flashes of the last years raced in her mind as she staggered through the forest. Dressed in a white singlet strapped dress. The ends torn up and still with the appearance of being drowned. The water had dried, just slightly damp and slightly see through, but it played little upon her mind. She was used to wearing a lot less in her kingdom.
Oh, Mesopotama. Her father. She could remember trying to reach out to grab him, but the hands pulled her back. To the ships. Away from her father. Away from her kingdom. Away from everything she knew. She now knows she was only a child then, things seemed more dramatic, but it didn't make them play down the meanings of the event. It was maybe not what should happen to a child and at least not in that way. Her family beneath the sand. She was alive and she knew there was a reason for it. After all the tragic events that had consumed her, she was now free. From the chains of her once vivid life. She missed her son terribly, the dream she had of the young girl dancing in the temples gave her hope. Her goddess had blessed her with a image of a daughter for the future. A daughter she could claim as her own and wouldn't be snatched from her arms.
The memories drove her forward and gave her deep strength to carry on. She was no longer the weak faint girl of 14. She was a woman in all the power she would need to survive. She wouldn't let happen to her again at the hands of another. Life was precious. Even more so after such death. There was joy at the end of this path. She could feel the beginnings of something as she walked through the strange forest. She could almost make out shadows flashing past. Were these ghosts? Were they beasts? A demon seeking for her blood. Her eyes kept upon the distant moves as her hand traced the blade upon her thigh.
The sounds and the movements continued. Almost seeming they were playing just by her ear, but as she looked they seemed miles away. Her feet feeling every sharpness and crunch beneath her bare feet. It was making the walk a little tough, but after everything it wasn't so hard to bare. It was a simple price to pay. The path broke into a slight mist and gathered to what she could hear was water. She had seen plenty of water that she wasn't sure she could strengthen to see more, but her thirst was high. So she stepped off the path and into a waterfall pool. Trees around and the top left open for the sunlight to streak in. It was beautiful to see. She could no longer hear the shadows and the creeping. Instead she heard birds and crickets. A sound of a frog and a splash of a fish. She felt herself relax and fall to a crouch at the waters edge.
She cupped her two hands together to use as a cup to drink. Drinking what she could before it sunk between her fingers. The emotions in her made it hard for the water go down, choking a bit, but some of the water made it down her throat. She used her hands another two times, before the third time she ran the water over her face. Cooling her down and trying to make her somewhat clean, more like herself again. But, yet she still felt lost. Splashing again upon her face. The emotions could no longer stay in and they came to the surface. Tears running down her face as the tears were a mix of sad with joy that she was alive. A tad bit of guilt. Harlow finally; was free and could actually just cry it out without feeling she would draw attention to it. She could finally cry all her emotions and let them go. Miss her son, which she was sure would be a forever thing. Her face tried to fall in her hands, but she lost her balance. Falling backwards so she was sitting. Her legs bend up and not even caring where they were. As she collapsed into her sorrow and relieve. The pain marked clearly on her face and her eyes blurry to the world as they looked into a place non-existent. Gone into her slight unstable mind.
Her chest was heaving as every ounce of the emotions cut her deep and brought a pain to her, but it was a good pain. It meant she was just letting it all out. Everyone needs to break down and only so much can someone take before it all just bunches up. Bringing her knees to her chest. She buried her face and embracing her tears. Letting her long waist length damp red hair cover her face and knees. Embracing her emotions. As the faint gushing of the waterfall and the singing of animals calmed her. As if a mother patting her upon her back, comforting her.
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 5, 2011 16:26:40 GMT -5
 Tybalt's path was never one determined. He often traveled through the land, knowing enough not to get lost. Knowing enough to be able to return to his home and see his daughter and family once more. He truly loved his family. But it was nice to take a break from the chaos that ensued. All except from his daughter. Rather than dwell in the sadness of not being there with her, he found joy in the ability to build her a better future. One of more fortune. At least for a lower class citizen of Gawant. The opportunity in their village was minimizing however. And he did not doubt that soon enough, they would have to leave.
But he was not thinking of such things right now. He was only strolling along the woods. He was not even certain of where he was. Nor was it a problem for him. He just went along with wherever the path led him. And this time, it seemed to lead him towards the soft sobs of a woman no doubt. This instantly captured Tybalt's attention. Being a rather optimistic fellow, he did not like to see anyone distressed. He would much rather see people smiling. Filled with joy and laughter! It was how life should be embraced! With happiness and joviality! Not sadness and tears. So when he followed such a sound, not being too far from its source, his eyes laid rest to the figure. A woman. He could not see her properly from her current position which concealed her face.
He only knew that she was crying. Evidently upset. And Tybalt felt it his duty to cheer her up! "My dear maiden," he exclaimed, in a more uplifting tone of greeting rather than a saddened acknowledgment. His fear of intruding on her did not cause him to apologize. He was the kind of person who believed that everyone should be in the company of another; that a friend was what truly uplifting ones spirit. "It appears that you are in the need of song to ease whatever burden you carry in your heart." Tybalt tended to be slightly over dramatic. But, how could he not wish to cheer the spirit of someone who was so sad? Especially a woman! "Can I interest you in one?" He asked, now offering his skills.
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Post by noah on Dec 5, 2011 21:57:13 GMT -5
The world faintly echoed the crushing water into the deep pool below. Harlow's head was lost to the world. Buried into her knees. As her back heaved deeply trying to remain somewhat intact. Her chest felt the most heavy as if her heart would bellow out of her. Her lengthy red mess covered her and sprawled even upon the ground below. Only her forehead could be seen. Her white almost destroyed dress covered what it could. It was torn quite a lot near the bottom, that most of the lower part of her legs could be seen. Her skin was dark. Moistened by the faint water that trickled down her face. Her bare arms helped a lot of the shielding. The hugging of her emotions. The breeze came to dance around her and she could feel the coolness now upon her cheeks.
The breeze ran up her forearms, creating goosebumps and realising she was actually feeling cold. From the cool breeze hitting her wet skin. She didn't care she was shivering slightly now. It just created more for these emotions to drive from. Helped express from the outside a tad what she felt was on the inside. She bore little signs of where she came from save the darkness of her skin, her hair and her bare limbs. She bore a cuff bracelet of gold and stones.
She hadn't heard the faint steps when they first came. She did hear the crunch of leaves and misplacing of stones. It just wasn't high in her mind. As her cheeks continued to run of her tears. The images of the past days flashed in her mind. That's if it had been days. Everything had gone black and then she woke to see the ocean. Alive. Her family dead. She remembered the cold touch of Brutus. She was sad, but her heart wasn't too broken. But, Cael. Oh, he was just so small and fragile and when she had touched his cheeks. They were stone of ice. She was sure her heart had left her in too many pieces. A huge arrow at her heart. At the sight of her much beloved son. The doubts that Brutus had embedded into Harlow's mind, that she wasn't a fit mother, it toyed even more painfully at her mind. This was her fault. It was her fault.
That her son was beneath the sands. That he was dead. She hadn't wished for his death, maybe she was hades' daughter, as Brutus had called her. Maybe she was just a walking curse. No, this was her emotions speaking. This was really no ones fault. Or everyones fault. There was that fine line she was walking that was so frail it would tear and she would be lost forever. Her toes even hung over the edge. Her heart for her son wished to follow him into the next world, but the hope and dream for her daughter kept her in check. In doing this. Surviving she would be living for her son. Who barely got a glimpse into this cruel, cruel world.
Her eyes started to take a peak. Seeking the soft crushing of water to sooth her. Her deep heart wrenching cries, slowed to just deep sobs. More quietly now. As if the emotions were just merely humming at her heart. Her head then rested her chin a top of her knees. Her eyes red. Breathing. Just trying to breath. That was the first step. Just breath. Her hands ran down her knees, her legs. Hugging them tighter. Feeling like a little ball. Trying to keep out the cold and keep herself safe from the slight bump that could bring her entire world crumbling down all over again.
It was then the faintness of the movements came to her. In the moment, the quiet moment her mind woke up. At first nothing lingered. She did not care to turn. Who it was? Or what it was? If it came to greet her or harm her. She hadn't a clue what she would do. Just that she would just react in some way. Her body was numb and her mind was almost gone. She could almost feel eyes upon her. It left a trail of bumps up her arms, but her head went to rest again upon her knees. Her breath trying to remain fine. She'll be fine. She breathed.
Then through the fine cut through the silence. His voice came. It was smooth. It was almost charming. In fact it was very charming. It was gentle and it soothed her. Harlow couldn't know how she came to be given such treatment. It was hardly what she expect after all that had happened. She lifted her face with what effort she could manage. Her eyes had to search. As his voice had come out almost in a myth. Like from a place she wasn't sure she'd be able to reach and yet there he was. Her eyes landed upon him and she could see the softness in his eyes. She wasn't sure why. Who was he looking at? Why would he care to look at her in such away? Wasn't this really in the end all her fault? He wasn't acting, although Harlow was barely in the stage to really take this all in. All she knew he stopped the world, her world for a moment. Who was she? Who was she to him? Who was she to anyone? All gone. They are all gone. As she hugged her knees. She could easily hear the echo of Brutus forcing this all upon her and she was unable to stop it. Her brown eyes looked upon him a little unsure at first. Wondering what she did to be given even the slightest attention. Then his words formed more and it set her lips to smile. This was unexpected a great deal, but her eyes that ran over him sort how he could offer such kindness. Her tears weren't exactly stopped, but he broke the ice so to speak. He wanted to comfort her and cause her not to be so sad. She wasn't so sure it be that easy, but she was open for him to try. He managed this smile so far. What he asked she just hadn't expected. Offering her a gift that was rather priceless. She could hardly say no. Harlow still huddled in her ball. Still felt the heaviness in her chest, but it was easing now. She was just amazed by his kindness. To her? As her hand motioned to wipe her tears. A mix that they had eased, but also a habit now after Brutus made fun of her whenever she cried. Calling her weak and a child.
"A melody would be lovely. Thank-you. I'm not sure I am so deserving of such kindness. Please forgive me if it doesn't ease me greatly. I just buried my husband and son..."
Still cradled in her seating her face turned towards him as she spoke to this mystery man. Her voice soft with the weave of her accent from just offshore of Greece. Her voice broke as her voice was a little course, but it was intact for the most part. Her heart beat at the thought of a song. Music generally helped the soul, her heart, but she wasn't sure it would work so easily. Though as he offered with such kindness and devotion. Perhaps he could find a way. Her eyes ran over him. Was this even real? What if she was dead? What if he was the angel? He was just so kind, to her. She couldn't help than to respond with her own kindness. As she spoke of her husband and son. Her voice slowly died. As her eyes ran off from him to the ground. It was finally said. Another now knew. It was slightly overwhelming and it meant this was all real. They really were dead. They were all gone. As an extra tear ran down her cheek. Was she really so much of a child herself, now? For some reason she didn't care so much how it made her look. Brutus wasn't here. With that set another tear. They were all just gone. Where was Harlow? Barely anywhere. As her tears now that fell rolled down slowly and quietly. As she hid her eyes. Her lips catching them as her hand made to catch them. Feeling her heart having been torn in so many directions. Though the moment this man spoke it set it beat just that little bit. So she motioned to control the tears a little more bearable as rested her cheek upon her knees and face this man. Her eyes looked over him and open for him to ease her heart a little more. Comfort her with a charming melody to match.
"I'm Harlow. What's your name? How did you come to find me?"
Harlow felt herself easing a little with her cheek upon her knees. Hearing her breathing. Her eyes watching over him and not having much planning. Her voice just came out soft almost a whisper. As she gave him her name. As her eyes ran over his own, to seek out his own name. Wondering how he came to offer her such kindness, she pleased for whatever the reason. That he ended up here to offer her his kindness. Who was he?
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