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Post by Aaralyn Archman . on Dec 3, 2012 11:24:43 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Save me I’m buried alive this time {WORDS } 1013 {TAGGED } Allimir {WEARING} Something?
Would the nightmares ever cease?
With that question in her mind, Aaralyn tip toed through her house. As she always did after a nightmare, Aaralyn was escaping the house. Quiet steps took her past her brothers room, past the staircase, and to the window she normally escaped from. Deft hands undid the latch before quietly opening it. As soon as there was room for her to get out, Aaralyn did so, gently closing the door behind her. The cool night air hit her full force then.
Tightening the blanket around her shoulders, Aaralyn turned her pale face toward the sky. The stars sparkling above her did little to calm her rapidly beating heart. They were getting worse. Why? The dreams had started shortly after she had watched her parents be cut down by bandits. The horrors had only increased from her time at the orphanage. Despite assuring herself that they would leave her alone as time progressed, the opposite was happening. They were getting worse and worse. Visions of her parents being killed had twisted to include the orphanage and the demons lurking in her own heart. It had extended to watching not only her parents die, but also her brother, and finally herself. Tonight had been no different. She had woken just as a dagger would have plunged into her heart with her blankets twisted around her legs, a sheen of sweat covering her body lightly, and a heart rapidly beating against her chest.
That was the story that had led her to be huddled on the roof of their house, blanket clutched around her shoulders. And yet she still couldn’t quite erase her nightmare from her mind. How she longed to slip into her brother’s room to have him hug her and tell her everything would be okay like he had when she was just a girl. Things were different now though. She was no longer a little girl who could have the nightmares hugged away. She had to get away from here.
Making that decision quickly, Aaralyn patted her dagger where she had placed it on her waist, tucked her blanket more securely around her shoulders, and slipped to the edge of the two story house. With ease she found her way down the side, using footholds she knew well to do so until she had her feet securely on the ground. Crouched there for a moment, she waited, hoping no one had seen her. Despite those in Riften knowing who she was, Aaralyn didn’t want to answer any questions on why she was running around like this in the middle of the night.
She slipped out of the town with just as much ease as she had while getting out of her house. When she had made her way to her favorite spot – a small hill out of town, she dropped to her knees and stared up at the sky once more, tears having formed in the corners of her eyes. Why? Why would the nightmares and demons of the past not leave her alone now? Rocking on her heels, Aaralyn hugged her knees to herself and tried to calm her heart down again. She needed to get away. Away from Riften, away from the memories, away from everything. There was an entire world out there, beckoning her to explore it. Every day she yearned to follow that beckoning and travel the world. She wanted to do everything she could, see everything, taste things. She wanted to get new memories away from the nightmares that choked her.
How though? Her brother seemed to like living here, and as much as Aaralyn wanted to see what was out there beckoning to her, she loved her brother too much to leave him. And could she deal with the demons unknown to her? There must be plenty out there, lurking in the shadows. Did she have the nerve? As she watched, a shooting star brightened in the sky and plummeted downward, leaving a bright stream of light behind it. Instantly her eyes closed. Didn’t they say that one could wish upon a star? Perhaps it was just a silly children’s story, but Aaralyn needed something to grasp at in order to keep a sense of happiness. This would work just as well as anything else.
With that thought in mind, Aaralyn leaned down and rested her head on her arm, eyes still watching the sky. Thoughts of the future and the past still plagued her. What was she going to do really? What could she do? She was here…how could she leave the only thing that was familiar to her now? Pulling her blanket to more fully cover her, Aaralyn felt those same tears prick the corners of her eyes while she struggled with herself. It took some time, but finally sleep overtook the girl, finally allowing her body to relax. On her mouth, a frown still showed itself, a shadow of the worry she felt.
{NOTES} Finally got this uuuup! |
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Post by ALLIMIR DAGGERFALL . on Jan 3, 2013 12:42:00 GMT -8
 NO DOUBT THAT YOU BRING OUT THE ANIMAL INSIDE tagged aaralyn, with 656 words, wearing this. lemme know if i need to change anything c: riften's power was usually enjoyed for frequent travellers, but allimir wasn't part of that percentage. he never had been, even when he was younger. he hated getting soaked, and since riften was almost the worst city for water over land ratios, it didn't stick very high up on his joy meter; if it weren't for the thieves guild's location underneath the city, allimir wouldn't come here unless it was absolutely needed. unfortunately for him, the night prior, he'd been asked to deliver a request to delvin from astrid. as the second in command of the dark brotherhood, it was left in his trust to deliver, and considering it had to do with their main job right now, allimir had left without hesitation.
because of his.. current racial predicament, he had to way within the ratway for the sun to lower beyond the horizon to leave. between wanting to remain unnoticed within the ratway, and trying not to let his impatience get the better of him, allimir wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do for food between riften's gates and home. there were civilizations, of course, small towns of people, or just hunting camps, but nothing was ever guaranteed. he might have to try and settle his bloodthirst until he got back to the dead man's drink, back in falkreath.
upon leaving the front gate, the front guard eyed allimir a little more suspiciously than most did. it was more than likely because of the dark brotherhood emblem on his chest, but allimir didn't react to the look. instead, he kept on walking, tightening the small satchel that clung to his left side. the guards in riften weren't stupid enough to start anything with members of the dark brotherhood; not even with it being in its current undertow. after he'd slipped into the foresty off the path, out of the guard's sight and earshot, he'd thought he was free to do whatever he'd wanted. but it didn't take long for him in his travels to hear the faint sounds of a female crying.
narrowing his eyes, allimir stopped to listen carefully. once he'd confirmed that he wasn't losing his mind, he narrowed in on the sound and started to follow its trace. he kept his foots silent, careful to step over logs and easily snappable twigs. however, once he got a good look at the woman who was weeping, her face turned towards the sky, allimir froze. she was bosmer, too, and quite cute, he'd openly admit. no matter how attractive she was, though, his hunger was going to win out, he was sure of it. either way, it was worth a try; she didn't look to be all that strong, and all the way out here? it was unlikely that someone would come to a damsel's distress call. he was free to do whatever his body willed him to do.
putting space between him and the hill she was perched upon, allimir tore the satchel, scuffed a little dirt against his right cheekbone, and then tossed himself rather obviously against a rotting tree. as expected, his weight broke the tree, and he collapsed with it, creating a loud commotion. releasing a loud groan, faking pain, allimir grabbed the torn bag and clenched it within his right palm, scrambling to his feet as though he was scared he was being chased. he made his way towards the hill, fainting breathlessness, fear displayed all over his face as he "noticed" the woman sitting by herself. "miss!" he called in a weak voice, limping on his left leg. "please, miss.. i was barely able to escape.." nearly stumbling, he rammed his weight into a thick tree trunk, putting on a good show as he struggled to stay standing upright with the forest's help. inhaling deeply, he opened his eyes to look back towards her with a pleading gaze, lowering himself down to rest. . |
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Post by Aaralyn Archman . on Jan 8, 2013 20:16:15 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Save me I’m buriedalive this time {WORDS } 534 {TAGGED } Allimir {WEARING} Something!
Aaralyn wasn’t left to slumber long.
Nearly as soon as her body succumbed to sleep, she was startled to wake up when a loud noise invaded her mind. Jerking up, Aaralyn tried to scramble to her feet, only to get tangled up in her blanket. With a pitiful little squeak, she landed back on the ground and wrestled with the blanket that was currently holding her captive at the moment. Her muddled mind, heavy with sleep was slow at getting awake. Finally she freed herself from her captivity and made it to her knees, dark eyes wildly searching around her for the source of the disturbance that had jarred her awake.
It didn’t take her long to notice what it was that was causing all the noise. Despite her befuddled brain and senses, Aaralyn was able to tell that something appeared wrong about the bosmer that was making her way toward him. Instantly she had realized what race he was, and even quicker realized that something didn’t seem right with his stance and gait. No, he was limping badly. Perhaps even before she realized that he seemed to be calling for help from her, she realized that something was wrong. Rubbing at her eye, Aaralyn peered down at him and quickly scrambled to her feet.
For a few moments she was torn between wanting to help, and desiring to flee. Her fear of strangers – especially of the opposite sex, gave her the strong desire to get away as soon as she possibly could. If he was limping, he couldn’t attack her after all. With a rapidly beating heart against her chest, Aaralyn stood, her body poised to run at any instant, her terrified eyes staring at him. But despite that fear, curiosity and that part of her that couldn’t stand suffering finally won out.
Hesitantly she started toward him, her dark gaze taking in his form. Perhaps it was his eyes that finally spurred her to action. With her blanket in hand, the young girl quickly made her way toward the male bosmer that had stumbled upon her in the night, her gaze worried. When she finally did get to him, she hesitated just out of reach, hovering there while once more wondering what to do. Once more that hatred for seeing anything suffer won out, and so she knelt beside him. “What happened?”
{NOTES} None! |
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