Snow.

February 06, 2012 06:14AM

Snow

HiEmpLagunaDakarai: – The young man was to be found high in the trees; a typical place to find him to those that knew him, of which there were still few. The newly appointed emperor, despite having been granted an empire recently, still found comfort in the nearby forests that were now declared as his lands alongside his partner. He was sat, high up, with a long leg dangling over a tree as he merely watched the world go by, loving the tranquil quiet and peace of the moment. He was surrounded by nearby flora and fauna, a common occurence with him. Despite his obviously looming size, the animals tend to knew something that others did not; that he was in fact a peaceful creature and to be around him was to be safe. After a brief few moments of peace, his ears twitched; a slight noise to the west. It had been a while since anything new had entered the forest and it intrigued him. He pinpointed the source of the sound but not the creature of entity that was making the noise, it was out of his eyeline. It was a species like trait for him to be able to hear with such precision; he sometimes even called it an annoyance that he was built him such a way. For the time being he kept himself where he was, neither disguising nor revealing his presence -

CharlotteCarrendar: – Far below, where the Emperor may not have seen a figure does move, her skin that of the colour of snow, unnatural in such a natural setting, her hair, that of the winter white, eyes that shine out from blackened halos, deepest crimson. But how is it so, that a maiden of such unusual appeal, should be in this setting? What brings her here? Her hand does just touch an ancient tree, her claws raking the bark away so it falls, shredding, littering the ground in her wake. A shadow did follow the maiden, one that if you were to look was not that of the bipedal form…but it was of a great beast….the bebilth spider. Her true form. Glamour, that was all it was that kept her in the image that did draw the mortal males into her web of malice. She turned her head slowly, looking to her left, for something was watching…but what?

HiEmpLagunaDakarai: – He narrowed his sea blue orbs. Hue’s that were so alluring that he was named after them. To look upon them was to look into a lagoon, hence the namesake given to him by his now long departed mother. They widened as the other touched a nearby tree and dilated when she rakes her claws through them, tipping the contents onto the freshly fallen snow below. Such a thing he would not normally be able to focus in on so distinctly, but this forest was indeed a part of him; he had spent most of his life in or around it and could feel it as others could not. The networks of the trees, the roots….he knew. He stood statuesque; it had bene an age since something of this nature had entered this area. He knew it was not to be trifled with. He sensed pain, a darkness that he had not encountered for some time. It was now that he did slightly disguise his presence, albeit by merely pinning himself closer to the tree branch he was nearest, once again anticipating a reaction. He was a creature of great patience; his species were infamous for it, for delaying an action until the last possible moment -

CharlotteCarrendar:- Lowering her arm slowly, her clawed hand meets with her thigh, her waist twisting as she glances around, narrowing her gaze with her boots sinking into the snow. Parted lips release her warm breath, her breasts rising and falling sharply. The mere crack of a twig, the sound of a hoot from an owl, the forest very much alive in this part, and Charlotte was the one that did not belong. (Charlotte)”Come out…show yourself. I will not bite.”- her voice had a velvety richness to it, as the words rolled off her tongue. She tilted her head, ever so gently as she straightened her body. (Charlotte)”I am just a woman, far from home.” She takes three steps, but looks left and right, the Emperor high above, not in her line of sight.

HiEmpLagunaDakarai: – He stood, perfectly still and emotionless at this time. His brain was that of high intelligence, far surpassing most species; it was a complex network of neurons, electricity, which all in all meant that he could process information far quicker than anything mortal at least. And it was busy processing all the availible options to him: To make himself known, to hide further, to attack, to retreat, to laugh, to toy with her, to be honest, to lie, millions of complex equations that filtered through his mind within a few seconds. He made up his mind; he did not believe her. He did not know why , but he trusted the way he felt. It was unusual for him to behave this way but he was not sure of something. He would make himself known, but it was not be casual. Without warning he let himself fall backwards off the tree branch, falling headfirst towarcds the ground below. He did not wave his arms about nor show any expression on his face as he fell the some 70 feet towards the ground, leaving it achingly long before he took action. Just as he neared the impending forest floor, he kicked out at the side of the tree bark, using the brief leverage to flip himself the right way, somersaulting 360 degress into the air before cushioning himself for the landing by slightly bending his knees. And so he landed on the floor. He could have done this without making nary a noise, but his arrival was intended, purposeful and to provoke an reaction or at least an acknowledgment-

CharlotteCarrendar: – A breath stolen, for she drew it in and held it tight to her chest. The shadow that passed from the tops of the trees to very near the ground, the crunch as the boots would hit the side of the tree and the air swirling around his form. Oh this was big…that was for certain. Her eyes darted to follow, and sure enough the powereded cloud of white would reveal a male form that by all expectations would leave many a woman in lust. She finally released her breath and like a cougar her head moved from left to right, as though checking out this…..prey. Or was she the prey and he the hunter? Her instinct at first would be to attack, but no, he had not warranted such a response. Intrigue, curiousity. She sniffed the air for his scent, as a slow smile appeared upon snow kissed lips. She then went into a crouch as though to mimic his landing, her hands burying into the snow, and like a spider almost, she began to set her trap. (Charlotte)”Are you a son of Adam? For I have not seen one of his offspring with such….skill.”

(to be continued)

February 06, 2012 07:35AM

HiEmpLagunaDakarai:- His eyes fixed themselves on its target; the crouching form of the other. It seemed that neither of them had the overwhelming urge to attack; though neither of them could also deny the feeling of curiosity and cautiousness of the current situation. It was true that he was large, upon rising from his slightly crouched position to a full stand; it was blatantly obvious as such. He stood not only tall, but wide, a true giant if he was to be regarded as merely a human. If one was to attempt to get a tape measure around him, he would stand at well over 7ft tall, and there was not a single inch of him that didn’t appear to be carved from some pinkish-grey rock, his muscle bulged and contorted with the simplest of movements such as breathing. And yet, beneath this looming exterior, there was calmness to him, a grace even. It seemed a constant contradiction for a being such as him to be so graceful and agile. This was to be the way of things all his life. For now he stood tall, a blank and emotionless expression on his face. It was clear that he did not fear the creature, and if one were to look more closely, it seemed as if fear as an emotion was long absent from his emotional repertoire. Just an expression of thought. Of process. His orbs flickered back and forth at a fast rate as he took in parts of her that he hadn’t had the opportunity to until now. It was clear it wasn’t just a case of looking at her; this was a scan-like approach, inside and out. After a brief few seconds had passed, he opened his mouth to speak. And then another massive contradiction set itself in place. His voice was…..well, not what many would have expected from one of his size and stature. It would only take a second to deduce that he was intelligent from the very tone of his voice; it was eloquent, polite and if one was to be dramatic- regal. “Did you use your eyes to state such a fact my lady?” he paused for a second, even inkling a slight half smile as he tilted his head down and to the side to peer down to her. He continued “The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages. I digress; It is not for me to tell you of what I am. The real question is “What do you believe me to be?” he quipped as he finished -

February 07, 2012 05:38AM

CharlotteCarrendar; “Eyes are but…the windows of the soul, are they not?”- she said with assertion, a slow smile building upon her crimson lips. But then she blew out from her mouth, as if exhaling a sigh, almost bordering on tense sexuality. Was it his size, his rock hard abs, that bulging muscle. Oh if the gods had marble and a chisel, they would surely have carved him in as an adonis. She had not seen one like this before, but his appeal certainly wet her palate. (Charlotte)”I know you would make for one very tasty meal. But of course, what kind of woman would I be, who wished to dine on the flesh of such a specimen. No…you intrigue me.” – The spider demoness rose slowly, pushing off with her hands, and then wiping her hands together, the colour of her skin on her fingers turning red from the cold. She placed her hands beneath her bosom and gave it a slight lift, and then smoothed out her gown her fingers extending out, till she raised her arms out, only to then fold them in front of her, and watch him with something of a bemused expression. (Charlotte)”Demigod…yes, you are couldn’t be a god. For that would make you..*she would wave her hand around to the trees and landscape*…creator of all I see.”- She was now bold, cheeky, and made her way with precise steps, her boots punching into the snow. “Am I right?”

February 07, 2012 06:46AM

- Inside he smiled to himself. This was his element; the clever use of words, cryptic and eloquent like. He would certainly not back down from such a discussion. On the outside, his expression remained resolute as to not give anything away. All he would do is reply to each of her questions in the order they were asked and immediately as she said them, as if the reply was pre-arranged in his head already, poised and triggered. “Or eyes so transparent they see what they perceive to be a soul at all…” he quipped as he raised his arms from his sides to fold them upon his considerably size chest, the simplest movement of doing so accentuating it. He continued “The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend”. He watched her reaction and her rather dramatic display; this one clearly did not mind having such an audience. He did not reply in kind however, his natural movement of folding his arms unintentionally alluring in his eyes. He gave her the courtesy and freedom to speak, intentionally not speaking until he deemed it his turn to reply, to which he replied in kind in a flat tone, devoid of any twang or diphthongs; his voice was devoid of sarcasm or confidence. “To state such a fact, you would have had to taste one such as I, do you not agree? And it seems we are back to once where we begun…” He took a step forward to state his intention of resolute; but at the same time it was an easing step that cancelled some of the building tension, before continuing. “You also presume to think you could capture me. I applaud your confidence. I would however, politely request that you do not attempt such a thing, for I cannot be held responsible for actions I take to defend myself, I am sure you agree. Forgive my bluntness, but you will not succeed”
There was an overwhelming sense of grace and assuredness to his tone. He did not believe what he was saying was correct- it was very matter-of-fact to him as if he was just stating bullet points. He listened to her once more, replying “A Demi-god you say? Well you surely flatter me to label me with such a term. Demi-god. A mythological being who is partly divine and partly human; an inferior deity” He now chose his time to smile, not a smirk or even one that would provoke a reaction; merely a slightly amused expression. A knowing expression. “I will speak plain. The chances of one such as yourself knowing who or what I am are minute. But If it eases you to think of me in such a way, then who am I to argue?” -

February 08, 2012 03:24PM

CharlotteCarrendar:- Unmistakable, the pride and confidence embodied within this being, but she knew for his words were carefully crafted so as to give her more to play with. His answers not truly revealing of himself, but actually having her question herself, and her own quick retorts. This pleased her to no end, And she felt herself drawn into his web of words. Aye, he was a skilled wordsmith, she granted him that. “But the mind’s eye, is a powerful tool and one that is all often left closed by those who are either conceited or weak.” – He gave her the courtesy of the freedom to continue this banter, if you could call it such, but in fact it was like she was making a dance before him, the sweet strain of her voice, in the midst of this setting, the movement of her body as she closed in on his personal space. She released a low chuckle, shaking her head so slowly, when he made his statement. “You also presume to think you could capture me. I applaud your confidence. I would however, politely request that you do not attempt such a thing, for I cannot be held responsible for actions I take to defend myself, I am sure you agree. Forgive my bluntness, but you will not succeed” Charlotte ran a claw along her full bottom lip as she came to stop just shy of him, and batted her eyelashes, almost teasing now. “I will not lie, I am a hunter, this is true, and I do use my feminine wiles in order to ‘capture” as you so gracefully put it, my next meal. But who is to say my needs have not been met? Do I look under- nourished to you? Shame, And as for my choice of words in regards for what I believe you to be, well….some would take it as a compliment. I could well have said you look like a hairless baboon, but that would be rude, wouldn’t it, and hardly the way to make new friends, in this…joyous setting.” -She would flash a brilliant smile, wondering if she had perhaps taunted him now a bit too far. “You’re obviously not going to spill the beans, and I tire of playing games of “what am I?” -She bent down, and scooped up a handful of snow, then between her two hands, she carefully crafted it into a well shaped ball, and without warning, she threw it towards his chest, and if it hit its mark, she would spin, firing off a web jet from her left hand and lift off the ground into one of the nearest trees. “I have a new game! Its called, “Catch the Spider”

February 09, 2012 01:03AM

HiEmpLagunaDakarai-He allowed his large and long arms rise, folding them and placing them upon his considerably sized chest; Such an action could easily be construed as an action of attention-seeking for the simplest movement of doing so once again contorted and bulged his muscles out quite attractively to those who were that way inclined. It was an absent-minded action and was not intended to convey such a reaction. He listened to her reply, and although it may not have shown on the outside, he was clearly enjoying this little battle of wits, this war of words. Laguna was not a flirtatious creature, but if he was to be, this would be how he would flirt. With words, not gestures. He once again allowed her to speak freely before replying without a moment’s hesitation. “That is true, yet the tribulation of reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind’s eye. For one can still be blind and yet still ‘see’ “He watched her once more, allowing her the time to take in his intellectual words; he could be a little fast off the mark in more ways than one at times. As she neared his own personal space, he did not falter or flinch, but his sea blue orbs would flicker amongst her person as well as the surrounding area; forever scanning, checking and double checking; processing every eventuality, every opportunity. And yet he remained where he was. He replied once more “Are you speaking of your physical form I wonder, or of your mind being nourished…One’s own soul is nourished when one is benevolent; it is destroyed when one is virulent.” He tilted his head ever so lightly to the left as she deftly flashed her smile to him before half smiling himself; finding the situation ever so slightly entertaining at present. “You could call me as such, but you are right; to do such a thing would hardly be seen as mannerly. Though a retort would not be below me, I will not rise to as such”
As he finished speaking he observed her reaching down to gather the freshly fallen snow between her hands and mould it into a tight ball before launching it towards him at pace. As she did so his eyes dilated and fixed themselves onto the target that was rushing towards his targeted chest. Quicker than eye could register he brought up one of his gloved armoured hands and caught the ball clean in it, nary splitting a snowflake. How he did such a thing would be difficult to comprehend without the benefit of slowing down the action. It was simple enough however, he brought his hand to the same level of the ball and reached out towards it and as he did so, matched the speed that it was travelling to the speed of his own arm and hand reaching towards it. Having matched it perfectly it was merely a case of opening the said hand and capturing it as easy as if he picked up the snowball himself. He was a master of kinetic energy; having just a few days ago having performed the same trick on arrows that had been aimed and released against him. He held the snowball in his hand for now, watching her take to the nearest tree, taunting him, before replying as he peered upwards. “Though I am sure that this activity would be filled with joy and vigour, I must respectfully decline. I have more relevant things to do than apprehending arachnids”, to which he swivelled himself to face away from her, throwing the snowball backwards with un-nerving precision; it’s projected path upon the other’s chest ironically-

February 09, 2012 06:49AM

CharlotteCarrendar: – ~Whack!~ The snowball thrown with not so much a care in the world by Laguna would hit its mark, right in Charlotte’s chest, the snow splattering and falling down from her front, and it left a slight reddish imprint upon her skin. How his words and his actions differed. He was not amused by her antics and yet, pegged a snowball that would end up hitting her? To quote his words, as she brushed off the remaining snow. “You have more releveant things to do than apprehending arachnids?’ -she pouted, as though this actually stung at her pride. “Am I not good enough, or even considered relevant in the scheme of things? Typical…that is right, Spiders, you would rather crush one than admire the fact that they control the bug population. Hunters of such skill, crafty beyond belief.” Yes, she was one very proud arachnid, and did take offence that she was not relevant. She detatched from the webbing bolt she had fired from the tree, and then with skill she leapt down, landing with her knees bent, and then rising up, as the snow settled around her. “Hmmph. And I thought you were one of games…oh well. If I can’t play with you, I shall find some other to entertain me, in this…icebox.”- she turned and trudged off, sad that the game ended so soon.

February 09, 2012 07:21AM

- His ears would flicker as he heard the soft impact of crushed snow upon skin, sending hundreds of flakes in various undetermined locations about her person. He placed his bottom lip over his top one, a slightly sarcastic sad expression painting itself upon his porcelain skin. He knew the intended target would hit unless dodged or parried, but he was not expecting it to land home, he gave the spider enough credit to dodge such a feeble effort. She must have fully accepted the hit surely; he barely threw it with any speed. He listened to her once again repeat his words. He looked up to her, placing his hands upon his hips as he fought a slight smile being etched upon his face. Upon her finishing, he quipped “You like quoting other people’s words don’t you. Are you a spider or a parrot is perhaps the more ‘relevant’ question” it was an unusual reply from him, but he was quickly becoming more an adult in the last few years. He became serious for a moment. “You are more relevant than you know, my lady. I called the situation irrelevant and not yourself…” He closed his sea blue orbs and began to speak quietly to himself. “Lusa du sa, so cbetan vneahtc” is what he muttered to himself if one had the skill to hear, no sooner had he done so that clambering through the snow was a more medium sized spider, climbing up his leg and then perching himself on his hand as he outstretched it, showing the other. “You do not know what you ask of me….” Was all his cryptic statement relayed -

 CharlotteCarrendar

February 09, 2012 07:51AM

CharlotteCarrendar:- The sound of his voice and the words he used after she had more or less dismissed this game, had her stop in her tracks, lowering her head and then glancing back, for the sight that she found was one she was not expecting at all. A medium sized spider crawling up his leg and then perching on his hand that he had outstretched. This made her completely turn around, and become serious, the wicked smile replaced by simple pursed lips. “I may not know what to ask of you, cause I am at a loss. And how is it the spider does not bite you?” -she began to walk back the short distance between them, her eyes trailing from the spider on his hand back to his sea blue orbs. Upon getting within a few steps of him, she wanted to reach out and touch the spider he held, it was only natural for her. Was she allowing herself in too close to be attacked? Was this some palour trick? Her curiosity may well lead to her downfall. Unmasking the spider, the woman behind the web. She drew her hand back and then instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, as she asked. “Who are you?”