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Stepping Ashore
Topic Started: Sat Jan 22, 2005 11:01 pm (284 Views)
Serin Tai-lous
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The cold winter air danced around the ships sales as the crew tired to hurriedly close them. Men shouted out commands to one another and the Captain stood at the bow watching everything. He had just come from many contents with tons of good. He had barterred a lot of things on this trip and was sure to catch a nice lump of gold. But one thing he hadn’t counted on was getting two passengers from two different places. He hardly ever picked up passengers… And even more rarely did he pick up two at a time. But this trip he had, sure enough…one of those two men stood on the starboard side looking out at the distant shoreline which creeped into view as the seconds passed. He had silken black hair and ice blue eyes. He kept his hair well and neat but yet his bangs always seemed to fall before his eyes. His skin was lightly tanned and his hands callused and his nails were pretty sharp to be males. He wore a red coat and pants and boots all trimmed in black and his gloves were held in his right hand while resting on the side of the ship, which rocked to-and-fro. The lapping of waves against the wooden sides of the boat made Serin slightly nauseous. He would rather be in the air or on foot then on the sea where everything was so instable. His ice blue eyes stared though at the New World which approached him so quickly. He had fled his last home in a hurry, he had been charged with the Murders of two Grand Dukes and a Duchess. And only a few believes he had nothing to do with those crimes. He sighed and looked down again his hard hurting from the utter rejection, which had come to him. His friends, or whom he had thought to be his friends had all turned against him in the blink of an eye. They had told his where abouts to his hunters and he had had no choice but to take the first ship out.

Serin looked down his wings folded lightly down his back, everywhere he turned things had went ary, and everyone he had become fond of left behind. His sable colored hair danced on the wind as the salted and bine smell of the ocean swept up to lash against the boat. Many of the men where still fumbling with the sails that lashed free of their grip at every chance they got. Serin shook his head and looked down smirking only a little. His wings shuffled on his back and he stretched some as the captain came over. “So boy…You ready to Ship out when we hit shore land?” Came the captain’s loud burly voice. Serin was shocked to feel the heavy wait of the Captain’s hand on his shoulder and felt his one hand slip to his sword at his side. He stopped though and smiled some at the man his blue eyes had turned to dragon slits and then back. He was taller then the captain by a half a foot. And he was odded by the man who seemed so bold –Look at me….Once a great Guardian of Spirel and now….Nothing but a cast away- He smiled some and his pointed canines showed more of his true heritage as his dragon tail lashed back and forth. The small horns on the back of his skull couldn’t really be seen unless one ran a hand through his hair. He smiled some again. “Yes Captain…and Again I apologize for the Inconvenience.” He mutters his voice deep and soft. The captain smiled “We’ll be there in about 5 or so Minutes go gather your things from you quarters.” He says then turned to yell at a man dangling from one of the sails ropes helplessly “Someone help that blasted bafoon.”

Serin shook his head and ran a hand through his hair feeling the horns hidden partially by hair and then turned to go down bellow and gather his things. When he returned they were already docked, Serin looked around wondering where the other man was. He hadn’t been the only one to come on board. He shrugged though and sighed some shuffling his folded wings down his back and then headed for the docks. Walking down them his boots thudding the hole way. He watched as men from the ship’s crew unloaded the ship and the captain over seen it all. The captain caught eye of him and nodded smiling. “Good Day Sir Serin Tai-Lous, may we meet again young sir.” Serin nodded and then continued down the docks. Still unsure of his departure.
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Taking voyage upon what seemed to be fairly crowded ship he was unfamiliar to the company of any on board. The piercing rays of the sun showed down brightly from particular places of the cloud covered sky but their warmth would not be felt. The chilled frost of the air consuming any feeling of comfort that may have assisted in passing the time on this merciless boat ride. Many conversations could be heard as the worn soles of his boots echoed thudded steps against the deck beneath his feet, but they were all jumbled together and he did not particularly care to try and depict them. Few appeared to take careful observation of his appearance but at the sight of his own eye contact meeting theirs they quickly went about their own business. Morvik would have been easily set aside from the rest of the crew on board the ship. Long, russet hair spilled onto his shoulders, like a well groomed habit, it laid against the thick leather of a tattered black trench coat which fled down his back, dragging the planks behind each step, as if covering his tracks. There was something about his eyes. They almost did not look human. They were dead-like, gray, and caught in the abyss of otherwise empty black pupils. Skimming from side to side, adopting momentarily, the figure and outline of each individual that was around his direct position as if analyzing them for a reason that would be only his own. His coat hung open from the front. Everything was black, moth eaten, and in some places soiled with aged stains of blood. One would wonder, “ Was this man ill treated? Perhaps poor? Or was it his blood at all that caressed the threaded rags of his clothing?” His skin was pale, lifeless, as though he bathed in peroxide each night before slumbering off to bed. But he was stout, composing his actions with extreme preciseness as though he knew every detail of the boat he was on like the back of his hand. But how could he? Of certainty one would remember such a man being on board.

His hands were dipped into the deep pockets at his sides, strolling casually, one foot in front of the other. The path before him seemed to part. People standing, working or talking, it did not matter, without recognition or even their knowledge would change their stance or pause what they were doing and step aside for him to pass. This would be eerie, uncanny even if somebody were to have noticed. Some way or some how it was as though he had a manipulative influence upon those around him but exercised with such little effort. He was at the rear of the ship, now standing still in one spot with silence spilled forth from the chapped texture of dry lips. A few lingered strands of hair swayed across his face, carried with the movement of the wind. His breath could be seen in a fog like fashion dwindling upward into the air and wondering off. His eyes slipped shut, peeling back open now as they ominously changed in coloration. Now they were a deep auburn, like a subtle chocolate peering through the crowd to a fixed assessment upon Serin as he spoke with the captain who had so generously allowed him to journey along. Serin stood out as well among the other passengers. Something intrigued him about the man or elf, which ever one would prefer to call him. What were Morvik’s intentions though. It was not evident and that would be exactly the way that he would like to keep it. An icy frost seeped to coat any moister painted upon the spheres of his eyes into a glossy haze as he just stood and starred. Soon there after the vessel had come to a halt at its destination, the cargo was being un-loaded and as he blinked he realized he must have been day-dreaming for some time now for the elven one was already making haste down the docks.
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Serin Tai-lous
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Serin had his pack shouldered over his right shoulder as he walked lightly through the crowds. He felt the the gaze of another on him as a light draft was felt through his thick skin. His wings tightening down his back. He looked up his icy blue eyes looking directly at the storm clouds over head. Small flecks of snow fell from the icy gray sky and landed on him melting instinatly. He blinked and shook his hair out of his face and grumbled already missing Spirel's warm climate and mild winters. He woul dhave to get use to this though...This Was his new home now and had no where else to go. And currently no ideal of where to go from here.

He turned and walked down the streets of Tara's looking at those who were all mostly new speices. -Odd- He thought -In Spirel there was only 4 species here there is a smorgousborg of races of all shapes and sizes... This land Imythess will prove interesting- He had no ideal why he had decided to come to Imythess...He jsut Had. And now he knew why, anyone could fit in here. Serin found himself day dreaming some as he watched the clouds. A small girl ran into his legs and fell back onto the cold cobble stone. Serin looked down a slight growl emitting from him before he seen the girl, he blinked and titled his head to the side. The little girl looking up at him and noted his dragon tail, wings and horns. She squeaked a small apology and then started to sckuttle to get up. Serin helped her up. "Sorry" He says his shy voice coming clear "Do be carefull little one" A woman watched from the side as her daughter came running back to her, saying "Lookie Mom an Ancient In human form" Serin looked away and then slinked out of sight into an alley way. He knew of his heritage but doubted any here did.
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Moments later he would find himself walking down the docks towards the outskirts of Imythess. He trailed within the shadows of Serin only yards behind, but would keep safe enough distance away to maintain his veiled presence from being noticed by this unique being. The fluffy flakes of snow and their brilliant fall would certainly decorate his being within the rags of sleek blackness drowning his form. As each moment passed his hair would dampen all the more, the snow settling in and melting again his scalp. The tailed extent of his trench coat dragged the cobbled stone behind each step. It was ragged, torn here and there as several loose threads could be seen unfastening from each other and the seems giving way. His eyes were as mirrors, holding the reflection of all those that surrounded him in the depths of their circular animation. He watched as the little girl ran into Serin’s knees and fell back and then the actions that followed. His boots clasped against the street as he passed by the mother and daughter just moments later. His eyes scolded them, their distinct stare eyeing them down as the mother held the little girl tightly against her with almost and awe or puzzled look straining the expression upon her face. Obscurity followed him and his direction, obediently it caressed the taint of his form upon mere thought as his head turned to the direction of which the man he had so curiously followed had fled down the trails of the alley.

He paused for a moment. The pattering sound of his foot steps pressing against the stones beneath his feet had stopped. Hesitation stole his breath for he thought to himself for a very brief moment. In doing so a smile leaped across his face and eyes lit up with almost anxious invitation to his next action. He would now act upon spur of the moment instincts as he now continued on his previous course. His direction leading him down the same alley in which the winged man had gone down. Quickly his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, the dilation of his pupils was extreme, a sapphire glow illuminating his surroundings like that of a black light instantaneously catching a glimpse of Serin. Morvik would no longer be shy about making his lurking habbits known as the darkness of the narrow alley that he now walked through started coming to life. The walls of the buildings upon both sides seemed to crawl, slithering with life as demonic perceptions of shadow stretched, bended, and averted as though they were lashing out in a craved desire to just touch their conjurer. Taming them with the slightest of ease as they contorted to a hollow howl against the bricked ledges of the walls he walked between. These actions perhaps were to possible finally alert Serin that he was not alone within the ranks of the path he had chosen to walk as he now came to a halt not far behind him now and stood, eyes piercing through the darkness and waiting to see how he would react.
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Serin Tai-lous
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Serin halted finally and turned to stare at Morvik. His icy blue eyes running over the shadow masters form. He seemed unimpressed or maybe indifferent. His eyes fell on the shadows of the walls as if to just curiously look them over. He shuffled his wings some and then sighed out puffs of icy smoke from his mouth. "Is there something you want?" He asks "Some reason you have been following me?" His words were calm just as his attitude towards everything was calm. He didnt seem to be threatening in any way...somply asking a question. "You have been following me since the boat...Is there something you needed?" He asks his icy blue eyes never leaving Morviks eyes.

His mind was calm as well -I wonder...maybe he means to harm me. Or simple curiousity...I am not sure...-He silenced his mind and continued to watch Morvik very careful he had been trained to never let his guard down. Not even when things seemed fine.
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