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Unregistered(d)	Fallen	Lead	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/10/03 18:27:30) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None The last thing Paris remembered happening before he woke was that of his grip slipping from the faerie's waist and falling. Falling for so long that it seemed that he was floating. The boy couldn't remember if hitting the ground hurt, but right now he was in pain. Pain like a white hot knife stabbed into his left leg when he tried to move them, and it didn't help that he was lying on that side as well. Both elbows were raw and red with friction burns the fabric of his shirt at the elbows reduced to bare threads. Each halting breath he took seemed to split his torso outward like an opening umbrella. The first thing he noticed after reawakening was that his mouth was slightly open, sticky with cold dry spit and flooded with the taste of dirt and iron. The little boy groaned softly and lifted his head a little. Twin threads of vertigo and nausea braided a wreath around his head, and he set it back down. The landscape was beginning to warp before his eyes, becoming blurry and slowly swirling like his mind felt like it was doing. He coughed raggedly, and closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the strange landscape. One thing was obvious, he wasn't in Connlaoth anymore.
Unregistered(d)	-Searching-	#1	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/11/03 13:43:55) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Two emerald green eyes peered through the trees he had been resting against as a strange scent hit the boy's nose. It was a peculiarity of his. Since he was one of those who could eventually befriend the special canines who lived at his home, he had been born with the extra keen sense of smell. Blood. He smelled human blood. Not a scent he was that familiar with. The Tshaalka boy hadn't had much contact with them, but he had gotten to wrestling with one once. That hadn't ended well. Latre went forward a few steps, slowly moving aside a few branches as he peered into the clearing. Silky black feathered wings fluttered in alarm as the scene before him became clear. There was an injured human boy in front of him! The young teenager bit his lip lightly, then looked around. No one else was around. Latre snuck into the clearing, slowly kneeling on one knee besides him. "Hello?" He asked tentatively. "Are you awake?"
Unregistered(d)	Kinda	#2	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/12/03 14:26:25) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The boy coughed again, a dark fluid trickling from his mouth and getting in the very light blonde hair that framed his face. He opened one green eye and tried to make some sense of his blurred and swirling surroundings and find the one that addressed him. No luck, he couldn't see much. He could answer the question though. He exhaled loudly, "Y-yeah," his jaw and torso burned even with that one word. The corners of his eyes glittered with the beginnings of tears.
Unregistered(d)	-Trying-	#3	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/12/03 17:15:38) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Great! he was getting somewhere! Latre excitement dimmed when he looked over the boy once again and saw the moisture at the edge of his eyes. He lifted one hand to tuck away an unruly dark strand that was blocking his vision. The fourteen year old paused, he hadn't had much experience in haling powers, or well, anything. Stupid over protective older siblings. He sat back. "I hope you don't mind if I try to heal you. I'd certainly want to be healed if I was in your place." With a slow calming breath, Latre reached out one hand, placing one hand on the boys forehead and the other on his chest. "Usually this should work. And it shouldn't be painful. But...I'm a bit inexperienced." His hands glowed blackish green and he muttered some words in his own language. They weren't needful, but they helped keep the power under control. "Here goes nothing." He felt the warm energy flowing from him and prayed to his main God that this worked. He hated it when things didn't go his way.
Unregistered(d)	!!!!!!	#4	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/13/03 16:21:27) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The energy worked. Flowing into Paris' torso and up into his head, knitting as it went. It would have worked just fine... If Paris hadn't moved. He jumped at the sudden strange sensation that was coursing through his form, rolling away from the other boy. His leg wasn't too fond of that action and screamed with pain, but he tried to ignore it. He could see now, better than he had before at least, and could make out the older boy's dark wings, green eyes and...glowing hands? He curled into a little ball and peered out. He'd been touched by magic, now what would happen to him? Those touched by magic are soon devoured by it, Were the frightening words of his instructor. Devoured? Eep! "Wh-what did you do to me?"
Unregistered(d)	-Confused-	#5	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/14/03 14:36:42) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Latre had the common sense to stop his energy from flowing as the boy rolled away. The young teenager frowned, sitting back and folding his legs beneath him. Green eyes studied the younger boy. That was odd, no one usually moved. How odd. Latre took a closer look, taking in the boys features and the stutter in his voice. Was he afraid? Of what? Latre was suddenly remind of the way the elders had looked at his sister and flinched remembering the fear they held because she was a silver. He shook it off and took a breath. "I healed you. Or tried to. I fed some energy into your body, encouraging it to heal faster. Much faster." He folded his wings tightly to his back in annoyance, couldn't he have waited until he was done to roll away?
Unregistered(d)	Heal?	#6	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/16/03 17:29:58) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Paris kept quiet for what felt like a small eternity. He reached a hand up and delicately rubbed his jaw, no pain. There was still the lovely taste of blood and dirt caking around his teeth but all the pain that was there before was gone. The small breaths he'd been taking no longer hurt his chest, in fact he found that he could breathe at his normal rate without any stinging. Still, there was a flower of doubt growing in his gut. Fed energy? How could that happen? The winged boy was obviously telling the truth, the touched places didn't hurt anymore. And...and his elbows were starting to feel better, like they'd been soaked in aloe vera. He looked back up at the winged boy, establishing eye contact. "But, magic, magic is bad. It can't do good things. Your spell is going to do something bad to me once I'm healed."
Unregistered(d)	-Power-	#7	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/17/03 17:51:43) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Latre kept eye contact with the other boy as he felt the slight stirrings of anger. This boy reminded him of the Council, except it was everything he thought was bad. What had he said? Magic? Oh, yes, what they called it here. "Bad? Simple using my power? I healed you! Would you rather I left you there for some predator, sentient or otherwise, to come and eat you? I could have." An echo of what had been said about his sister went through his mind and his eyes narrowed at he resisted glaring at the boy. So many bad things they had said, when the only thing they could consider bad was when she went after their parents murderers. "It will do nothing bad," Latre said simply as he stood. He had come out of Xellria to find out about the world, and find his sister. But, if this was what people here were like, maybe he would be better off at home.
Unregistered(d)	Eh?	#8	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/19/03 17:48:21) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Paris' face went blank, his elbows didn't hurt much anymore, his jaw and torso felt perfectly normal. The rejuvenating knitting feeling was now starting to creep down into his hip. Mages are noble, too..." That was what the faerie said, the faerie that wasn't like everyone told him magic users were supposed to be like, the faerie that didn't scare the animals, who was frightened of the guards and Virgil and only attacked them when he was attacked. A light mist of water came over his eyes, he didn't know what happened to the faerie after they were both lifted in the air and he fell. Deep down, he found himself hoping he was alright. His eyes widened a little, hoping for a magic users safety? Only when he remembered his teachings did the feeling seem bad, and even that bad feeling passed quickly. Maybe this person was like the faerie.. A brief look of shame flickered across his face and he looked down at the ground. "Sorry," he said softly. His gaze stayed with the ground for a few moments before slowly flickering back upward. "Are-are you a faerie?"
Unregistered(d)	-Accepted-	#9	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/19/03 18:07:36) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The young teenager watched the boy and easily accepted his apology. He was a kid, and it wasn't like he hadn't ever said anything foolish. He still did. "Apology accepted." He considered the question the boy had asked carefully. He slowly shook his head. "No, sorry. I don't even know that much about faeries. I'm a Sentria. Tshaalka to be exact." Latre shifted awkwardly before remembering the common greeting that some people did out here. Humans anyway. He carefully stuck his hand out in greeting. "My name's Latre. What's yours?"
Unregistered(d)	Je Mappelle.... (heh heh)	#10	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/20/03 17:44:34) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Paris bobbed his head, his leg hurt too much for him to stand, but he didn't want to be rude. Well ruder than he already must have sounded to the other boy. "My name's Maverikko, Paris Maverikko." The boy looked at Latre's outstretched hand for a moment, before remembering that grown men sometimes shook hands when they met instead of bowing. He reached an unsteady hand up and gently shook the offered hand. "By the way, what's a Tsh-aal-ka?"
Unregistered(d)	-That's a long explanation-	#11	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/20/03 19:11:56) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Latre put his hand back to his side after they shook hands and frowned thoughtfully. He'd never really though about what exactly the Tshaalka were. They just were there. Perhaps he could start at how the three different races of the Sentria species were founded. "Um...Well..that's hard to explain. Thousands of years ago, the remnants of three ancient races fled to here. Well, not here, but this planet, or a dimension both on earth and not. It was very strange. Anyway, the four leaders went off, and three created the three races that make up the Sentria species. The fourth...that's a different story." Latre took a breath, trying to organize his thoughts before moving on. "Anyway, one of the founders was an Ella, she had feathery wings. She, and her followers, mixed in with certain powerful humans and humanoid beings, creating a new race. That was us, the Tshaalka. We all have feathery wings, and different degrees of power. Most have claws, a few have fangs or other animalistic traits. The weakest of us are probably Reds. Umm...we have some cities, and towns, but their very far away. Our hair and eyes can change to our power color when we're upset or using a great deal of power. Uhh...basically...we're us." Latre shrugged in embarrassment. He wasn't sure exactly how to explain his whole race to him.
Unregistered(d)	Indeed	#12	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/24/03 14:10:02) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Paris listened quietly while Latre spoke. Much of the explanation soaring right up and over his head. In the end, he was satisfied that they were themselves, and they were different from faeries. Geez there were a lot of strange creatures in the world. It seemed to be full of 'em! And they all seemed good, or claimed to be, where were all the boogeymen in the tales that used to scare him when he was a bit younger. He nodded at the end of Latre's explanation, "O-k."
Unregistered(d)	-Questions-	#13	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/28/03 16:40:11) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Latre studied the boy in front of him and his wings fluttered with the questions in his mind. Finally he settled on the most glaring one, the one he was most interested in. "So...Where do you come from? And how'd you get injured? Ok, maybe two, but it wasn't everyday you saw someone with all those injuries and no one else around.
Unregistered(d)	Answers	#14	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/29/03 22:04:06) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	His leg was taking longer to heal than the rest of him. It still hurt too, he shifted to the right, and felt some of the pain lift away. He kept sitting that way, even though it looked like he was about to fall. The knitting feeling descending down onto the top of his thigh. Paris looked up at Latre when the other boy stated his questions. "My - my home is called Connlaoth, and I---I fell. I don't know why I fell, I just did." He nibbled a little on his bottom lip and steadied himself with his right hand.
Unregistered(d)	-Far?-	#15	[-]
Posts: 0 (12/31/03 22:06:08) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The teenage Tshaalka tilted his head slightly, then frowned. He shaped the boy's homeland's name, muttering it a few times to get it right. "Connlaoth? I don't know where that is. Course, I barely know where I am, so that may be why. But, you fell you say? is your land in the sky?" Despite how strange that seemed, Latre could picture a whole other land in the sky. However, he would have though he'd would have seen it when he flew in. He leaned back to look into the sky suspiciously. He hoped there wasn't a land up there, it made him nervous.
Unregistered(d)	Castle in the sky?	#16	[-]
Posts: 0 (01/01/04 15:27:43) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Paris frowned a little and stole a glance up at the sky. He'd never been anywhere in his life besides Connlaoth, and thus didn't really know where it was either. "I dunno where Connlaoth is either, just that it's where I live. I don't think its in the sky though, I fell because I was hanging onto a faerie being carried off by..something." Gee, that sounded weird even though it happened to him. He could only imagine what the other boy would think of it.
Unregistered(d)	-That's a relief-	#17	[-]
Posts: 0 (01/03/04 18:58:25) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The 14 year old frowned. That was a relief. He enjoyed flying and wouldn't want to think there was a castle up there. On the other hand, now he was wondering where Connlaoth was. "Uh...do you know what direction the thing carrying the faerie was headed in? North, East, South, or West? because it could have gone in a straight line and Connlaoth could be in the opposite direction." Latre's mind was off on different ways to finds out which direction Connlaoth could be in. His black wings fluttered in excitement. He had wanted to see the world, and here he was learning about another new land!
Nightcandle	<-- Paris	#18	[-]
Posts: 1422 (01/05/04 12:44:51) Satanized for your protection Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Each one of Latre's directional terms sailed right over Paris' head. He didn't quite get what they meant, sure he could understand up, down, right, left, this way, and the other way, but as of now the cardinal directions were out of his league. And he was too shocked by the sudden sensation of flying through the air to notice where they were going. From what he remembered they were dragged from the window and soared somewhere, and then he fell. "I don't know, I couldn't really see that well."
Unregistered(d)	-Disappointment-	#19	[-]
Posts: 0 (01/08/04 14:52:55) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Latre's wings drooped sullenly. That was no fun. Finally Latre stood up and stretched, looking down at the younger boy with a contemplative look.He eyed the boy up and down, noting that he had done a good job with the healing before Paris had pulled away. "So, what do you want to do then?"
Nightcandle	Hmmm	#20	[-]
Posts: 1422 (01/11/04 20:34:28) Satanized for your protection Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The healing was indeed working well, though it couldn't be seen the bones in his left leg were mended and the muscles were reconnecting. The whole thing felt like holding a zipper against the skin while zipping it up. He smiled a little at the odd sensation. The boy spent a little time pondering on what he wanted. He could always take the time to explore, or he could go home. He could get in trouble if his father or Aunt Jinny found out that he wasn't trying to make his way back home. But, wouldn't finding home be an adventure too? "I want to find my home," he stated. Words to live by The world revolves around the sun... No one is worth your tears, and if you ever find someone that is, they won't make you cry To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the entire world. Have you been ninja smacked today?

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