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tampered2007-09-10 03:20 am
LOG; OPEN
When; Pre-dawn, September 10th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Vivian Gandillon and OPEN
Summary; Vivian’s arrives and rude awakening in Poly’s Xanadu.
Log;
The spring green provided apt bedding, and the crisp fractured remnants of an early autumn blanketed outstretched lying facedown beneath the shade of swollen oak. In her comatose state, she'd gone and changed. Reverting back to a more natural state from Wolf to woman. Her head lifts, pupils dilate against bluest-green iris, limp body springing to life, as she slowly roused to crawl across the forest floor.
The rocky lakeside soil below made the woman more acutely aware of the heaviness of her own body. Cut off from the constant drip of sleep and exhaustion permeating from every pore still lingering in her system, which had rendered muscles and consciousness incapacitated in suspended animation throughout a long night, weighted her down to earth. Buffered by the fresh green grass of spring, the gnarled roots and craggy soil had been a challenge for the most heavy of sleepers, but somehow, Vivian had managed. Every muscular sinew languidly burned vivid agony. Crouched down, shivering as the wind lapped at her naked body, veins budged, pulsing for a few heartbeats as she hugged her knees tight to her chest.
Greedy waves of leaves lapped hungrily at pale flesh. While storm-battered body rests, disorientated mind’s daunting task had only begun. Disorientated, her sleep-addled spirit pawed through the thousands scattered and disjointed images flashing through a blank mind. As the etherized haze began to clear, a barrage of thoughts came steadily quicker, converging on one thought.
Bolting upright, The Ordeal! she gasped, but stabbed with a sudden streak of pain rather than modesty, Vivian had thought the better of it. "Oh," she groaned rubbing her temple looking for bloodstains or signs of a struggle. It was coming back to her now. What a night. After Astrid’s ambush of Vivian’s mother, Esmé, had initiated the bitch’s dance, Vivian had snapped, tore into, and rode that bitch like a rodeo bull, popping Astrid’s eye like an overripe grape; inadvertently winning the Ordeal and by the Old Ways established herself Queen Bitch and Gabriel’s rightful mate in the process.
Everything she had been avoiding since... the Moon knows when.
Unable to accept this, she had ran off into the night, through the woods until the drumming of her heart matched the fierce four-stepped beat, until the night bled into the day and unable to take one more step, until down she came. Her mud-caked feet and fingers could testify to that much. Yet sweeping a wolfish tongue, the faint taste of vitreous fluid and blood christened her pert red lips, she smiled defiantly. Bitch got what she deserved.
As she dug through the earth, the searching for answers was on, particularly any answers in the form of any clothing she might have buried the night before. But after a few moments, she slammed her hands against the earth in frustration. Dammit! Nothing remotely look, smelt, or felt like home. Just as she began to brood on the thought a sound rode on the back of her ear, slipping over the pale shell, and inside like a grouchy hermit. Stubbornly, she ignored it at first, changing the direction of her dig, but as the noise grew more persistent, it cowing a reluctant glance in the direction of its birth.
But hearing the sharp crack of a branch, a telltale signs of life moving in the black forest surrounding her, snapped the blond from her reverie. Crouched down, peering out beyond her skewed flaxen tresses; scanning the wood and hoped that by putting the big bellied oak between herself and the noise would discourage any curious and hungry creatures from getting too close, least she ripped their cute, fuzzy, little heads off.
[OOC: C'mon and play! But be gentle. This is my first. :) ]
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It was so dark that one might mistake it for night still, but Ashe could see the faint bright line on the horizon. She would take a walk until the sky is red, hopefully before Larsa and Fran wakes.
Absently walking down the dark path in the garden, the crack of a branch beneath her foot snapped her out of her reverie. The garden suddenly seemed foreboding. Her heartbeat quickening, she scanned her area for any sign of the danger she sensed.
[ooc: ♥~]
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For her part, Vivian too fell oddly compelled monitor the woman’s naïve progress in alert silence. Crouched in the deep shadow of the oak, the morning dew trickling down her flesh before dripping onto the tall blades and broken leaves below, she observed the strangely dress woman with a calculating eye. But then who was Vivian to judge on proper attire?
Remaining stock still, her mind instinctually calculating possible options: fight, flee, or freeze and allow the woman to discover her. But Vivian witnessed the death of her wandering daydream. With the cresting of the moon, it was all to easy to hear the heart rate spike with realization just how far from the beaten path she’d strayed, saw the alarmed flash from the whites of her eyes, the scent of fear soon followed. The choice had been made: For now, she’d wait.
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Absently humming along with his mp3 player, his right hand ran fingers over the fading marks on his neck. He blinked and his voice cut off as a stick crunched underfoot, head turning at a quick movement in his peripheral vision.
Staring through the half-light, it took a moment before he realized the source. More surprised than anything else, he found himself oddly concerned if the girl had heard his humming, before deciding she was too far away for that—if she was a normal human, anyway. Either way, his embarrassment over the actual situation lagged and common sense was what made him quickly look away. “Sorry,” he said hurriedly, not sure what to do. Considering the events of the City and his life in general, he was sort of worried she’d attack. Not if she was normal—but…well, since when had anyone in this goddamn place been normal?
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What could you say to that?
Think, think, think.
Huddled over the earth, her mind flew. What to say? Somehow "Hi, I’m just an average ordinary girl who’s woke up naked in the woods- no, never mind the clothes, and please keep your eyes up here- you wouldn’t happen to have any spare jeans or shirts on you, would you?"wouldn’t cut it.
In fairness, she'd been crouched swell of her breasts concealed by her thighs and curtained by her golden hair, but this hadn't elevated the problem, but merely changed the circumstances. Although his relative shock and the absurdity of the situation made her laugh in spite of herself.
She paused then, flushed, frustrated and just a little dazed, and passes a rolling glance over her own body in silence and the events of the prior night, and in the next beat, shot suspiciously look around the woods, seemingly trying to recognize something familiar but alas, could not. Her voice took on a strange sort of raw honesty as she admitted, "I can't seem to find my home... much less my clothes. I think I'm lost."
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Her laughter caught him off-guard and only made him more nervous. But his panic subsided with her next words and the honesty he sensed behind them. Okay, a new arrival. He could deal with that...maybe. At least she didn't seem threatening. Normal, actually, minus the naked part. What was the City doing now? Grabbing people while they were showering? If her muddiness was entirely from her drop here, anyway.
Awkwardly pulling off his zippered hoodie, he cautiously approached and stopped short of the tree. Careful to not invade her personal space, he wordlessly offered the sweatshirt, still without looking directly at her.
"...Yeah," he began, wondering how to explain the situation properly. "The City does that. This place...it kinda pulls people from different—and this probably sounds crazy—different worlds."
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She gives the all clear, "Okay. It's safe," as she emerges from the neck of the oversized sweatshirt and flips the hood off her wet hair, a tentative smile warms her face. She took a moment, then encompassed by the new scent of another warming her, as the fabric nestled against her wind-chilled skin; however, cautious gratitude prompts further scrutiny.
Cool and objective, those blue-green orbs to fall onto the young man, roving in unabashed inspection, devouring him in a long stare as she took the full measure of the man. She read every hidden gesture, every crease and fine, and pausing at that simple but jejune smile and those dark eyes- weathered slightly at the edges at bit more than Vivian would have expected- and seemingly satisfied with what she found there, Vivian relaxes slightly.
After another long awkward moment, before her face softens in a smile. "I'm Vivian," she offers. "Got a name, stranger?"
Then the blond fell silent; utterly bewildered at the bizzare information, her pretty face deadpans. "Wait. What?" She blinks, unable to wrap her head around the insane concept. "Back that up and run it by me again. Where is here exactly?"
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He only looked back at her when she made her first inquiry, smile reassuring in a way. "Arion," he replied, a smile of his own flicking across his face when he added, "Nice to meet you." Since his arrival, introductions had practically become second nature.
There was a pause as he cast his thoughts around, still unsure. "The City...I've heard it explained as somewhere between worlds, I guess. There're a lot of people here from different places—universes, worlds, whatever you want to call them. Different times." He laughed, but it was humorless and short. "It's pretty crazy. It doesn't make much sense, if any at all. Wizards, vampires, werewolves, whatever you can think of, really. And...." He hesitated and quickly glanced back at her before daring to plunge ahead, wondering how she'd react to the next bit of news. "And they say you can't leave, at least not intentionally."
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He wondered if everyone appeared in that way, slumping to the earth after popping out a few feet above the ground. What would happen if someone magically poofed into space above the City? Or into the sky? That could be amusing, though public displays of gratuitous gore weren't to his taste, either.
But that skin...how beautiful it would look stained with a little scarlet. A few drops here, a trickle there, a long, sweeping gap cutting all the way down the forearm. Or over the chest, a little bit of white and a little bit of red blending over the sternum. He could swipe off a drop or two -- blood had the most interesting taste. Maybe one day the deities here would curse him into a vampire, so he could taste it all day. His own blood was growing...dull. Boring.
He stifled his voice, but his breaths still laughed, choking out at harsh intervals. With a fluid leap, he sprang off the branch, white wings sweeping wide and carrying him smoothly to the ground behind the woman. He leaned over slowly, letting his floppy white hair -- how it had grown, since he had last cut it back in his world -- hang before his face. His lips paused right beside her ear.
"New, are we?" The words came out in a serpentine whisper.
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"Who are you? And where’s here?" Squaring her shoulders, her arms folded at her chest, steely-eyed woman stared back at the man- casting a cursory glance- eyes unwavering, never leaving his as she assessing the possible threat he might pose; silently promising herself, that if he eyes were to drop below the swell of her chest, she’d rip his throat out.
That curious nature of that getup made tip her head in sardonic fashion, "What the hell. Halloween already?"