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Red flaming hair

op za feb 17, 2018 11:28 pm



He was walking towards a small town while carrying a freshly caught boar on his shoulders. Dead, and its paws tightly roped. He was looking to find some homeless people with whom he could share the food. A whole boar would be way too much for one man on his own. Even for a big man like Birvald. But as he was nearing the town, he heard the music. Yes, there was definitely music coming from the town. What could that mean? Was it.. a music town? Or was there some kind of custom that involved music? Maybe too many artists lived there. Which would be a good thing. Artists tend to be homeless, when they’re not very good. So, even more motivated, he continued his way to town. But the things he saw greatly confused him. People, wearing artificial faces. Most of them, not even close to reality. The next thing he noticed was very dangerous. A great big bonfire in the middle of the town square. He also disliked the movements the townspeople were making. What were they doing? He was unable to either identify it or predict it, which made him very stressed. The tension was high, for him, and nobody seemed to notice. Nobody seemed to care. He unconsciously started growling silently.


[+ Faylice Medici]
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Re: Red flaming hair

op ma feb 19, 2018 1:02 pm




















She conquered her demons
AND WORE HER SCARS LIKE WINGS


For weeks now the lady had the same rituals. Waking up, checking out with the local inn, have some breakfast and go out to look for a new village where she could spent the next night. No, that wasn’t the way of life she had intended, but it was a way of survival. That was all that mattered for now anyways. This morning, on the contrary was different from those previously. Instead of waking up in the quiet dawn, a lot of noise was already heard, coming from the one window that was in the small room. Somewhat confused Faylice stepped out of her bed to look for what the noise caused. The window looked out on the town square, where a large bonfire was begin set up. On the sides, the people were busy with marked stands that would border the whole thing, and lots of decoration got placed. Almost intrigued the lady watched how all of it was set up, the flags bright and colorful, all of them labeled with a unfamiliar sigil. Even the marked stands had matching colors, same with the rest of the decorations. The middle of the square was held open, probably for dancing or games. This could only mean one thing, Fay thought by herself: an event or festival of some kind. Slowly she sighed, letting the air pass her lips softly. Why was this the exact direction she needed to head on? Why couldn’t it be the other way that was blocked off by a party. Well, since fate had brought her only bad luck anyways, it was expected that it would be so this time as well.

Some time passed as the dark haired lady watched as the festival got its shape. Waiting for the visitors to roll into the place and make it a busy thing. It would be her only chance to get through it and keep her low profile, the one thing she still had and intended on keeping it that way. By the time the music started playing more vividly Fay finally gathered all of her courage to check out at the inn and make her way outside. Pulling her coat closer to her the lady stepped out, finding the flow that people walked in. For now everything worked out fine, everyone had their eyes out on the bonfire, or one of the many stands, making it easier for her to just walk along. Her eyes fell onto a man with a dead animal on his shoulders. Looking closer she concluded that it was probably a boar. Making her stop to stare a little bit longer. He surely seemed out of line with the rest of the people that were walking around.






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Re: Red flaming hair

op ma feb 19, 2018 1:57 pm



Anything could push him over the edge now. A literal push, actually, did. An, already drunk, man wearing a big red mask with a giant nose and pointy beard had walked into Birvald. Birvald was already growling, but upon being touched he roared, shortly, like a bear and grabbed the man with one hand by his shoulder. “Well aren’t you a big strong scary man.” The man chuckled. “Don’t anger the Ridiclops, or he will get you.” The man then started to laugh. Our big bear man pulled the man towards him and said: “Don’t threaten me.” Barely controlling the rage he felt inside. The man responded with a hiccup. Which angered him even more. He had to find out who or what this Ridiclops was. But this man was clearly drunk and of no use. Angrily Birvald pushed him down, before continuing his path. But luck would have it that someone else bumped into him. A woman, carrying a flag. His face was covered with all sorts of anger. The woman then quickly walked away from him. He didn’t take his eyes off her, for the first few seconds, like a predator observing its prey. He then closed his eyes. This was no use. He had to find someone normal. But he also had to calm himself. There was no use in scaring off his primary source of information. But the sounds and the weird customs made it hard for him to keep calm. Then, he dropped the boar. He metaphorically made sure nothing was pressuring him down. His eyes still closed.
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Re: Red flaming hair

op zo maa 11, 2018 12:12 am




















She conquered her demons
AND WORE HER SCARS LIKE WINGS


The music at the festival was quite present, making the air at the place feel thicker than it was. For the lady it was now the case of keeping her calm, even though there were so many people that could possible recognize her. It feared her, like it did the first times she needed to get through villages closer by D’auvignon. Now she was used to it, occasionally traveling through without the nerves that made her stand out. But this was different, this seemed to be a heavily visited event. Which noted her that it was one that had some notoriety. With that the chances of someone to identify her were much larger and that brought her nerves back in. Her eyes were still focused on the man, but her legs were starting to move again, blending in into the moving crowd. It seemed like there was some kind of conversation, which seemingly angered the man even more. The dark haired lady watched how the man got pushed to the ground. And after that how a lady, probably coming from the staff of the event, made contact with the man as well. No, Fay thought by herself, this man definitely wasn’t from here, or was blending in with the rest of the man. It brought up her curiosity, the one that had brought her more trouble in the past. She looked how he closed his eyes, probably to maintain his anger. A million questions came to the already stormy mind Fay had, but it was interrupted by a boar almost landing on her feet. Quickly realizing that she had been dreaming away and getting too close for her own comfort she stopped her movement and scanned the features the man had. ’I’m sorry sir.’ Without thinking she spoke, with the soft voice she had. ’Are you alright?’







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Re: Red flaming hair

op zo maa 11, 2018 2:22 pm



The sounds. The abnormalities. The smells. It was too much for him. The idea, to just simply walk away from this place did not occur to him. At least the weight of the boar on his shoulders was gone. He felt himself grow hotter and hotter. Until he heard a soft voice. Clearer than the music, for some reason. And yet, he still dared not to open his eyes. He was afraid to lose, which little calm, he had gathered so far. He felt like he could burst out in anger at any moment. Then, the voice asked.. if he was alright. He never knew he needed someone to ask him that. It had been so long since someone actually cared about his well being. It was his own fault, really. He lowered his head and wiped his face with his hand. “No.” He said defenselessly. He couldn’t believe he had actually said that. He was supposed to be the helper. Not the other way around. He felt so overwhelmed. He tried to search his mind for memories of the white planes of Falkreath, to calm himself some more. But they seemed lost to him, at the moment. He sighed and reached his hand out in front of him. He was hoping, the voice would take his hand.
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Re: Red flaming hair

op zo maa 11, 2018 10:31 pm




















She conquered her demons
AND WORE HER SCARS LIKE WINGS


A million things ran through the mind of the dark haired lady. It was like there was a storm unchained inside of her head. For a moment she could just stand there, not knowing where she had gotten herself into. Not that she could answer that in the next moments, so the lady decided she needed to switch to a different plan. Now she needed to ignore all her thoughts about how she standing still in front of a seemingly angry man, did make her stand out. And getting that attention was the last thing she needed. She needed to focus on the man in front of her, on keeping herself unharmed. But she couldn’t just walk by without wondering if the man was okay. So she asked and so she stood still, looking at the large man that still had his eyes closed. His answer was one that made her head tilt a little bit. ’Can I help you, sir?’ Fay asked after, feeling different eyes burn in her back. For a moment the lady calculated all the options possible when his hand reached out towards her. Deciding against her worried mind she took his hand gently. ’Wich way were you heading?’ Was her next question before she could move away from this seemingly dangerous spot, and back into the shadows again.






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Re: Red flaming hair

op di maa 13, 2018 5:06 pm



Before he had even reached out his hand, the voice asked him a question. That’s when he reached out his hand. He just needed something nice. And something as nice as holding his hand, would be enough to at least partially calm him down. And then.. he felt a hand, as soft as the voice it came from. He sighed in relief. The moment she asked where he was headed, he dared to open his eyes. The first thing he noticed was he long dark hair. Thick as an oak. Soft as hide. At least, that’s what it looked like to him. He had to think for a moment. As he had forgotten what the purpose of today was. A few seconds of intense thinking passed. “The homeless.” He said. He could not remember why. But he surely remembered wanting to go see the homeless people. “You?” He then asked. She should feel lucky. This is as good of a conversation you’ll ever have with Birvald. Not because he is mean. Just because he’s not very good at conversations. Social rules in general, actually. But the black haired lady probably already knew that.
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Re: Red flaming hair

op do maa 22, 2018 9:29 pm




















She conquered her demons
AND WORE HER SCARS LIKE WINGS


The tension build, slowly as it was, Faylice could still feel the several pairs of eyes burn into her back. The slight burning sensation expended in a mildly uncomfortable. Making her want to shake the gazes off her back, but she couldn’t. Knowing that if she kept thinking about the attention the two of them got, it would definitely not help. And so she focused on the dark haired man, scanning his face whilst his eyes were still closed. Even though the man seemed angry, by the expression on his face, the man didn’t seem mean. For some reason the lady kept her calm, not understanding completely what was happening.

Then his eyes opened, making her stare in them with her ice blue eyes. It was a mixture between curiosity and questioning in her eyes, since she had asked a question before. The sign the man gave, brought some relief with her as well. His angry expression faded into one Fay couldn’t figure out as well, the man was definitely different from the previous she had experiences with. Patient as the dark haired lady was she waited for the man to answer, which he did several seconds later. The short words told her that he probably wasn’t a man with much words. ’If the homeless are away from here, I’m going there too.’ Fays soft voice spoke again, she did not know where she was heading. But the direction he was heading was better than standing still here. ’Which way are the homeless?’ The lady asked after, the same gaze in her eyes before looking around one more time to see where the way out was.






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Re: Red flaming hair

op zo maa 25, 2018 3:11 pm



He didn’t understand why she said that. But he sure liked the fact that she was heading where he was heading. So he didn’t put any more thought into it. He felt a little stronger again. Able to ignore some of the noise and business of this town. He let go of her hand and grabbed the boar again and placed it on his shoulders. He looked at the little lady. She asked where the homeless were. Hm, he wasn’t sure. He had never been in this town before. But he could probably make an educated guess. Upon entering the town, he had hoped to be able to look for the homeless in peace. That wasn’t the case. So he actually had to think about where to look for them. Usually, they were beggars. But the whole town was preparing for the festival. Surely the guards of the town were doing their best to keep the homeless beggars away from the festival right now. “Near the guards.” He said to her. I wouldn’t be hard to find those. There were only three roads leading to the main square, where they were now. Three roads, three chances to find the beggars. And bring them some food. He started walking in the direction of the northern road, without saying anything.
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Re: Red flaming hair

op di maa 27, 2018 9:31 pm




















She conquered her demons
AND WORE HER SCARS LIKE WINGS


There was progression now, which meant that Fay could probably leave this tricky situation without getting recognize. Which meant that she was probably lucky for at least once in her life. Or until now, that was the better way to phrase it. No more happened than just burning eyes into the slender back of the princess. He released her hand again, making it fall back onto her dress. Still Fay wasn’t sure who this man was, and what he came here for. Especially since he stood out from the mainstream people here, even more than she herself already did.

Looking at how the man threw the boar over his shoulder, figuring the boar would weigh almost as much as she did. Slightly uncomfortable Fay turned herself to the same direction the man seemed to be heading before turning back again. His words made her heart, that was quite relaxed untill now, jump for a few seconds. ’I don’t think going near the guards would do any good.’ She spoke, trying to keep her nerves at peace. ’They are very strict around here, I figured you wanted to take the boar to them? But the man started to walk anyways. Did he know where the guards were? It was the first question that came to mind. Despite her nerves she kept walking along, at least she could get away from this event, right?






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Re: Red flaming hair

op wo maa 28, 2018 4:54 pm



He stopped walking for a moment, when the lady started talking. Don’t go near the guards? What? Strict? No! The boar is supposed to be for the homeless! Not the guards! He seemed disappointed in the girl. “No. The boar is for the homeless. They need food.” Then he continued walking. A discontented growl was released from his throat. What was she thinking? The guards had no need for extra food. They already had plenty. How could she not understand that? Obviously they had to sit down and have a good Birtalk about this, later. He could teach her everything he knew about fairness. And about how to bring about fairness to the world. That, he saw as his purpose in this life. And luckily he was blessed with the physical gifts to do it. At least, that’s what he thought. Birvald, saving the world, one act of kindness at a time. This seemed to be a long road. A road, full of houses. Little houses. Big houses. Stacked houses. All sorts of houses. Not even that many homes were empty. Hm, maybe this town wasn’t quite as good at setting up festivals as he thought they were.
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Re: Red flaming hair

op ma apr 02, 2018 6:51 pm




















She conquered her demons
AND WORE HER SCARS LIKE WINGS


All was going well, at least better than the uncomfortable minutes she experienced before. Moving towards a place that was away from this one, totally fine, heavily wanted in fact. But just as she had decided to pull open that mouth of hers the success had stopped. The movement stopped, leaving no other option for the lady than to stop as well. The disappointed glare in his eyes made her look up at him with confusion in hers. Why was he disappointed in her? Squeezing her eyes and pulling her brow up at the same time she looked at him, hoping he would explain the accusing stare of the man. The words made her eyes travel down to the ground before they raised up again. ’Yes, I figured.’  Her voice stated, sharped than she wanted it to be. After a moment more of confusion her mind clicked to her previous comment on the guards. ’I meant that the guards wouldn’t want you to bring a boar to the homeless.’ Explaining herself as her face relaxed for a bit. ’I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for something that is good, and also can be avoided easily.’ Preparing her body to start walking again she looked around. It would all be fine if she didn’t bump into one of those guards she had discussed earlier.






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Re: Red flaming hair

op di apr 03, 2018 2:40 pm



He frowned. What did she say? “Is that true?” He asked, as he continued walking towards the guards. Why would the guards have a problem with him bringing food to the homeless. He didn’t understand. Yet, he trusted this woman. And, she seemed like she knew more about city life than him. “Why would they have a problem with that?” He asked, wondering if this information would help them figure out a way to get to the homeless without having to deal with the guards. He still wondered though. He felt some.. tension.. coming off from this woman. Or did he just feel his own tension, because of everything that was going on in this town? Either way. He had to find a way to help those poor people. Who else would? And you know, this boar.. it’s dying meat. So they couldn’t just keep walking around with it. At some point you’ve got to go and prepare it to be eaten. Unless you threw a crapton of salt and peppers on it.
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