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| Ashlie | Wed Apr 12, 2017 10:32 pm Post #1 |
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Ashlie sat in the dark nest, they called it. Rustling about like an angry baby bird trapped in the confines of it's beautifully crafted cage. The room was dimly lit with candles that had little lift left in them. The flame melting the wax into the fabric of the colorful pillows gracing the floor as seating for patrons. Someone was on stage doing something incredible. Some skill that was considered special... different from the average being milling around these parts. Ashlie's white blond hair fell in front of her face as she shook her head in frustration. Her hair shone like white pearl in the dull light. But this was not her natural color... her natural color was a glossy black like a raven's wing or like the still of night. Her brow was furrowed, the tan skin also a lie. More magic to conceal her true appearance. White skin that, yes, had the smallest hint of sun but only barely enough to keep her from looking completely albino. The frustration in her greenish bluish grayish eyes... the color they held was real. "I want to run away." She proclaimed. Her voice lifeless and low. "The pressure is choking me from the inside out. Burning away my personality... my vitality. It's burning it all away." She said again, resisting having another drink of the night. Another drink which she knew would send her into a drunken stupor. Ashlie had changed her appearance, her mannerisms, her likes and dislikes to please everyone in court. Everyone around her that wanted her to be something unique to them. But not who she really was or wanted to be. Her mother wanted her to be a perfect demure angel. Pure from top to bottom, radiate goodness from every tip of her body. But she wasn't, she had a taste for scandal and chaos. Perhaps even a hint of destruction. She would sometimes dance here, something a demure angel would never do. Her mother also carried a myriad of judgements to be passed on others. Ashlie, on the other hand, was open minded and believed in radical equality. A trait she had to bite her tongue on in court. Then there was her betrothed. A unique animal in and of himself. He was often called a scoundrel. Known for playing the women in court better than he could play the piano or a game of jousting. She was attached to this human being -- altering her appearance to be his ideal mate to keep up with the throng of women at his feet and in his bed. He wished her to be perfect in his own way. Popular, athletic, beautiful, smart, and above all the most valued woman at court. Capable of staying up night after night at social events. Now, Ashlie was smart. And she did enjoy people but she did not enjoy being forced to be the perfect social butterfly. So there she sat, totally frustrated at the total farce that was her life. Looking at her friend for advice. |
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Fri Apr 14, 2017 8:57 pm Post #2 |
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Raemthul was not entirely sure how he had ended up here. He had a customer whom he had made some fine outfits for. He had made a good sum and was even directed to an additional job at this location. A few outfits for entertainers, some discreet curtains and pillows too. All fell into his tailor craft. Still after all that he had found and Anchored himself near a table. He hovered about an inch off the ground. It was then that someone he had met during this job joined him. Ashlie was her name and they had gotten along fairly well. They had chatted while he worked. Well it had been a few weeks really and he supposed they had become friends of some sort. It was an odd thing as he usually wasn't around long enough to make a friend, but he supposed this is what it was like. He enjoyed her company a bit and she seemed to appreciate his more neutral out look on things. He was a fairly logical creature and wasn't too effected by physical appearance. He did enjoy another sharp mind though. This night he was done with the job and she seemed to have some issues. He felt he didn't know the full story. She had mentioned things at times, but he wanted to get to the root of the problem and see if he could give some advice to his friend, "Come tell me more it is good to get things off your chest?" He sipped a drink of his own. A rice wine of some sort. It had a nice taste that he was enjoying. Raenthul looked human for the most part, had a fairly attractive appearance and as always wore some fine clothes of a eastern style. IE kimono or such. Many would call him a pretty boy with his thin delicate features. In his left hand he held on to a closed umbrella that served as anchor/walking staff for the weightless air elemental. Edited by Raenthul Tathren, Sat Apr 15, 2017 5:28 pm.
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| Reborn | Tue Jun 13, 2017 6:52 am Post #3 |
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Having just arrived at the normal inn. Reborn looking for the boards full of bouties of people she needed a job something to pay well. Maybe the barsman could help, they thougth. So walking quietly, she sat down. Although, a kiler she knew her manners. So they listened in, though she swore she saw some black spots reflecting from the girls hair. Uppon closer examination, other fetures too started to flash. So unconciously, she started to make theories. They've always been too curious for my own good. So she could care less right now, she wasn't on duty. So why the heck not she thought. "Excues me ma'm but does your hair look black or white? Sorry if it's personal, but I must know. It's... intriguing me to say the least." Edited by Reborn, Tue Jun 13, 2017 6:53 am.
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