Post by Anulia of Amora on Feb 26, 2008 0:45:49 GMT -6
Anulia of Amora-Death was not as scary as she had once believed. As the waves splashed into her face while she half float and half sunk under the water, she realized just how close it was breathing down her neck. By now, she was more then willing embrace it. So why, was she still stroking her arms and trying with what little strength she had to get to the shore. Hope. It was something she had lost, gained, lost and now was clinging to as if it would save her and everything that she knew. The salt water bit hard into every open wound she had and she knew that if she stopped trying, the beast of the waters would smell her blood and get her. So tired. So ready to die and yet something in her kept those arms and legs moving. So close. Please... she begged the gods that had shunned her above. She had no idea where she was, but it was land. A land she could hide in and perhaps...home. It seemed like forever until she felt the sand come to meet her feet, sinking under the water and greeting her with softness that she had not felt in so long. Her feet were almost too tender for such sensations, making her wince as she started to walk, slowly from the crashing waters. Even now, the gods forsaken her, beating the water down on her, trying to kill what was once their flower, with hard rain. She stumbled, not once, but many times, landing on her knees and palms in the sand as the water tried to drown her. Just a bit more. She felt like a shell of what she had once been as she finally moved past the harsh waves and felt the sand sinking under her as the water moved away from her, giving up it's reach to her and going back to the sea. Dark and spiraled curls clung to her shoulders, back, chest, arms and moved past her rear in a heavy mess. What was once the beauty of her people, now weighed her down, helping to weaken her body. She did not even have the strength to push it from her shoulders and out of her face, so it remained. The skin around her right eye had turned completely black, with only a hint of blue within it's tone. The dress given to her, was nothing more then a chemise that many wore under their clothing and even that was in no shape to keep someone warm. The back of it was torn and even after coming from the water, blood flowed freely down her back from the lashes given as her once, masters, tried to teach her manners. On her right thigh, blood welled up as well from the dog biting into her flesh before she had leaped to a watery grave. Along the way, she lost the dog, but the wound remained. As first, she crawled up onto the sandy shores, catching her breath with wide open mouth gasp. Her head leaned forward and her body shook then jerked before it began to vomit the salt water she had swallowed from being in it too long and taking in both water and air at the same time. More and more came out to make the dry sand wet under her before she began to dry heave and then settled. Her small form shook as small fingers dug into the sand like claws before she rose weakly to her feet. the weight of the water on her, felt like too much. Surely she would crush under it soon and die. Still, she moved forward. No expression, no set speed, just a slow and careful walk with her hands at her sides. She looked to be a ghost, or a shell moving. Shock, loss of hope, and many other things attacked the body and mind as she moved down the sands, head slightly down and hair covering her face along with upper body from their being so much of it.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-There was nothing so beautiful or precious to the ear than the sounds of the seas. The waves lapped upon the shores, white foam riding upon the backs and heads of the cerulean waves. They crashed, spray of the sea wafted into the air and was carried from the ocean and to the docks. Aman-ud-Din could not pass up the chance to sit upon the shores now and then and finding himself speaking to God. It was time of peace. Tranquility. It have him a moment to reflect upon actions that had transpired, and to say the least, it was a sad thing to bear witness to. Men were cruel creatures indeed. The breeze whipped dark locks of hair back from his face as he sat upon the spread blanket of his people, a small pack that he had gathered was sitting off to the side. The black and gray fur cloak had been placed aside, leaving him in the black and silver robes and attire of his people, the material lighter and somewhat thinner than the linen people here spun. The leather band was secured around his wrist, serving as a mini-bracer, but also to hide the secret symbol upon his wrist, one that was hidden from view of the world. Gray booted feet were digging into the sands as long arms rested on the tops of his knees as dark eyes scanned over words printed in black ink upon the parchment pages bound together in a book and held in large hands. Raja, the tri-coloured Saluki hound was with him, the sleek dog sniffing the ground, paws pressing into the sand. When the great hound lifted his head, a soft growl came from his throat, one so low that not even Aman-ud-Din could hear him. Long legs paced themselves into a trot as the canine patrolled the shores, only to stumble upon the soaking girl. A stranger. The dog growled audibly and gave a loud bark, brown eyes watching her warily
Anulia of Amora- The dress of brown was thin, not stopping her body from suffering the shivers that cold brought. She had never experienced cold before, had no idea how to handle it but her body moved on instinct and rose arms up to weakly wrap around her form though the gesture did not last long, for her arms slid back to her sides, swinging back and forth as they fell back to her sides. She had no idea where she was going, but at this point she did not care. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, for if the demon men realized that had lost her, they would surely come for her. Finally, some strength was coming back slightly and her right hand pressed to push back spiraled curls from her face, though it did not do a good job of it, for they still clung to the sides of her cheeks. The brand mark in her inner wrist hurt badly, as a matter of fact, everywhere hurt more then she had ever known. She never experienced pain before, so it made her mind wonder, unsure. She was too numb to be scared and looking around as she should have, instead she was looking to the sands and when she heard that growl, she froze. The dog....it had survived! She would surely die now! Panic sunk into her body, for she knew that were the for legged creature was, the demon men were not far behind. Looking forward, she saw the beast looking to her and whimpered. It did not look like the demon men's beast, but it still had teeth and was still acting aggressive towards her. The bark made her shake and jerk back. For a moment, she though to flee back to the waters, since the beast did not seem to do well in them, but would she make it? Her heart was beating much too fast and her legs were getting weak. She did not react fast enough and one leg gave out on her, making her stumble to her knees into the sand. The dress became caught under her own legs, so when she tried to crawl back to the sea, she became stuck and fell to her side, pressing the sand to her skin to stick and sling. Her face crumbled, and she cried, knowing the beast would get her, but being unable to stop it. She simply waited for it to come and sink it's teeth into her flesh again. Small hands curled fingers against her palm as she brought them to her chest in a attempt to hold herself. Silently, she whispered a shakey prayer. "Talika maytu biu, Talika maytu biu."
Aman-ud-Din of Pern- Chocolate hued orbs of a dark value gazed over the words of the book, piecing letters together and forming words, which then turned into comprehend able sentences. Aman-ud-Din loved to read. It was a favoured past time, whether it be to himself or another, and since the coming of Tahirah, she seemed to enjoy him reading and telling her stories. He was still working on her English, but small steps, after all she was but a child. Raja did not bark again, but certainly did not take his eyes off the woman as she stumbled back into the sands and mud, curling. Again the canine growled deeply, but had not charged toward her to fight her or bite and rip flesh from bone. If she tried to run, that tall, fast hound would take her down in minutes. She curled up, and another bark came from the hound as he stood ready, watching the stranger from the sea. Hearing the Saluki, Aman-ud-Din glanced up from his book and arched a thick, dark brow. The book was closed and placed down gently, and the lofty Arab rose to his full height. Bones creaked a bit with the movements, stiff, but that came with age. He was not as young as he use to be. Long legs carried him down the shore, booted feet digging into the sand and kicking up grains of it until he reached the dog, brown eyes quickly glancing to the poor girl curled up into a fetal position on the ground. Aman-ud-Din fround. "La! Raja!" He commanded, and the hound stood at attention, silently watching. Pressing firm lips together, he carefully ventured closer to the strange girl, who looked bruised and battered. His frown deepened. "Mumken asaduq...? Keef haluk?" He asked on instinct, but then remembering where he was, the Arab quickly changed his dialect. "Can I help you?..are you all right?" He inquired, Arabian accent thick as his baritone voice was softened, as if one were speaking to a small child.
Anulia of Amora-Chocolate colored hues closed, blocking out the color from the world as she waited, not wanting it to come, but knowing she was too weak to fight. She had fought hard on the boat, in the sea, upon the sands and now, she could no more. The beast, never came but someone else did. Eyes worked to open and look beyond her spiraled curls to see the dark shape of a male above her. His voice, made her calm, but his words, she could not understand. As if she were not confused enough by them, he spoke in another language and still she could not understand. His face...he held markings like her guards did. But she did not understand the design and could not read what they meant. Eyes lowered to see his dress was unlike anything she had known, wrapped in all black. She shook and looked back to his face. Full lips trembled as she continued to stare up at him, unsure what to make of him. He held dark features like her people, but some features on him were sharper and his wrappings she had not seen before. Still, he made her think..perhaps she was home. Just in another part and maybe he was from another tribe. Softly, she spoke in a broken voice.." Mediua plari teeke mah bue." her voice, was utterly soft and gentle, or would have been had it not been so broken.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-From his perspective, it was hard to see her face clearly, due to the mass of curls that covered her face, obstructing her sight from view. He had never seen her before in all his time here, and he could not help but wonder why she was laying upon the sands, in near rags nonetheless. Concern etched itself upon his features as his head canted to the side, black hair flying in his face by the breeze brought by the sea. From what he could see, she was injured, and would need some sort of medical attention. But would she let him? That became the question. From her lips came a language that he did not know, for it was not English, Scottish, or even Arabic. It was different, and one he could not place. Slowly, he crouched down, lowering himself more to her level so he did not seem so tall. Presentation was the key. Animals could not speak the language of man, yet actions spoke louder than words ever could. Brows furrowed a bit at the surprise in dialect, but it quickly vanished and his face was calm, cool, composed. His large hand was extended toward her, while the other was held up, palm exposed to her as a gesture of no harm
Anulia of Amora- Anulia did not know this stranger and despite him making her calm, she trusted no one right now. From what she saw, he could command the demon men's beast too. What did that make him? Still shivering in the sands, she watched as he crouched down in front of her, holding one hand out to her and the other one up with his palm showing. She made note of the leather bands bound around him before rising her own from under the dress' large sleeves. Her reason for not being able to remain standing for long became apparent as she rose her hand, palm up like he had, mimicking his gesture, unsure what it meant really. Perhaps a greeting. The chain's around her jingled slightly and revealed themselves as the damp dress slid back from her wrist. Was he a slave too of some kind and his demons had placed leather about his wrist so he could move for them? So confused, but her other hand reached out tentively to his. Fingers as cold as the weather if not colder, wrapped around his warmer ones and held weakly to them. Those chocolate colored eyes never left him, moving up and down quickly, waiting for him to make a move she did not like so she could jerk back.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-When dealing with strangers, especially ones who were hurt and curled so defensively, hasty actions would prove ill. Patience. Aman-ud-Din had an abundance of it, it seemed, for despite the names that some people called him, or the cruel gestures that were made, he did not react to them unless they turned physical. Some things were best left ignored, for what good would it solve to get angered? Nothing good, that was for certain. God had blessed him with understanding and patience, and what gifts the Lord would give to him he would use for a greater good. One man could make a difference, no matter how small it seemed to some. The jingle of chains caught his ears, and brown eyes shifted to behold them. Slave. Prisoner. Whatever she was, it was certain that her captors did not want her escaping. However, she moved, and her hand mimicked his, a good sign. A step in the right direction. As her cold, wet hand was placed in his, long fingers curled around her hand slowly, gently, minding his grip. His other hand lowered, and Aman-ud-Din pointed to her, and then to himself. You. Me. Then, he pointed to the blanket in the sand, where his things were. Raja watched silently, making no moves, but not trusting the girl.
Anulia of Amora-Weary and yet not having the strength to help herself right now, she had no choice but to allow this male to help her. Strange he may seem, even if he was also slightly familiar. His warm fingers around her own, made her slow in her shake but they did no cease. Hand languages, were easy to read sometimes when someone was looking for them and Anulia was watching him with a sharp eye despite the pain racking her. She understood enough to know he was telling her he was going to move her over there. " Muha." she agreed in that soft and barely there voice before she used all of her strength to place the hand not in his, against the cool sand, digging fingers into it it's grains before she lifted and pushed her form upwards, showing sand clung to the side that had been laying in it. Her frown remained and she gave a soft pouted sound at the archness before she began to try and help him pull her up to her feet. Her leg began to throb harder and harder with each movement she made, making her gasp and stumble. As soon as he had her standing, she leaned forward, pressing all of her wet front to his dry one and moving her head against his chest, right in the middle of it. Much like she had with her guards and protectors, she hid herself in his body because he looked just like them. The only difference was the clothing about his form instead of bare skin and the markings were not as she had known. To her people, it was a small symbol of trust and choosing a protector when the tribe wars came, though she did not expect this man to protect her, simply an action she had not meant to do, but did.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-There was nothing so beautiful or precious to the ear than the sounds of the seas. The waves lapped upon the shores, white foam riding upon the backs and heads of the cerulean waves. They crashed, spray of the sea wafted into the air and was carried from the ocean and to the docks. Aman-ud-Din could not pass up the chance to sit upon the shores now and then and finding himself speaking to God. It was time of peace. Tranquility. It have him a moment to reflect upon actions that had transpired, and to say the least, it was a sad thing to bear witness to. Men were cruel creatures indeed. The breeze whipped dark locks of hair back from his face as he sat upon the spread blanket of his people, a small pack that he had gathered was sitting off to the side. The black and gray fur cloak had been placed aside, leaving him in the black and silver robes and attire of his people, the material lighter and somewhat thinner than the linen people here spun. The leather band was secured around his wrist, serving as a mini-bracer, but also to hide the secret symbol upon his wrist, one that was hidden from view of the world. Gray booted feet were digging into the sands as long arms rested on the tops of his knees as dark eyes scanned over words printed in black ink upon the parchment pages bound together in a book and held in large hands. Raja, the tri-coloured Saluki hound was with him, the sleek dog sniffing the ground, paws pressing into the sand. When the great hound lifted his head, a soft growl came from his throat, one so low that not even Aman-ud-Din could hear him. Long legs paced themselves into a trot as the canine patrolled the shores, only to stumble upon the soaking girl. A stranger. The dog growled audibly and gave a loud bark, brown eyes watching her warily
Anulia of Amora- The dress of brown was thin, not stopping her body from suffering the shivers that cold brought. She had never experienced cold before, had no idea how to handle it but her body moved on instinct and rose arms up to weakly wrap around her form though the gesture did not last long, for her arms slid back to her sides, swinging back and forth as they fell back to her sides. She had no idea where she was going, but at this point she did not care. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, for if the demon men realized that had lost her, they would surely come for her. Finally, some strength was coming back slightly and her right hand pressed to push back spiraled curls from her face, though it did not do a good job of it, for they still clung to the sides of her cheeks. The brand mark in her inner wrist hurt badly, as a matter of fact, everywhere hurt more then she had ever known. She never experienced pain before, so it made her mind wonder, unsure. She was too numb to be scared and looking around as she should have, instead she was looking to the sands and when she heard that growl, she froze. The dog....it had survived! She would surely die now! Panic sunk into her body, for she knew that were the for legged creature was, the demon men were not far behind. Looking forward, she saw the beast looking to her and whimpered. It did not look like the demon men's beast, but it still had teeth and was still acting aggressive towards her. The bark made her shake and jerk back. For a moment, she though to flee back to the waters, since the beast did not seem to do well in them, but would she make it? Her heart was beating much too fast and her legs were getting weak. She did not react fast enough and one leg gave out on her, making her stumble to her knees into the sand. The dress became caught under her own legs, so when she tried to crawl back to the sea, she became stuck and fell to her side, pressing the sand to her skin to stick and sling. Her face crumbled, and she cried, knowing the beast would get her, but being unable to stop it. She simply waited for it to come and sink it's teeth into her flesh again. Small hands curled fingers against her palm as she brought them to her chest in a attempt to hold herself. Silently, she whispered a shakey prayer. "Talika maytu biu, Talika maytu biu."
Aman-ud-Din of Pern- Chocolate hued orbs of a dark value gazed over the words of the book, piecing letters together and forming words, which then turned into comprehend able sentences. Aman-ud-Din loved to read. It was a favoured past time, whether it be to himself or another, and since the coming of Tahirah, she seemed to enjoy him reading and telling her stories. He was still working on her English, but small steps, after all she was but a child. Raja did not bark again, but certainly did not take his eyes off the woman as she stumbled back into the sands and mud, curling. Again the canine growled deeply, but had not charged toward her to fight her or bite and rip flesh from bone. If she tried to run, that tall, fast hound would take her down in minutes. She curled up, and another bark came from the hound as he stood ready, watching the stranger from the sea. Hearing the Saluki, Aman-ud-Din glanced up from his book and arched a thick, dark brow. The book was closed and placed down gently, and the lofty Arab rose to his full height. Bones creaked a bit with the movements, stiff, but that came with age. He was not as young as he use to be. Long legs carried him down the shore, booted feet digging into the sand and kicking up grains of it until he reached the dog, brown eyes quickly glancing to the poor girl curled up into a fetal position on the ground. Aman-ud-Din fround. "La! Raja!" He commanded, and the hound stood at attention, silently watching. Pressing firm lips together, he carefully ventured closer to the strange girl, who looked bruised and battered. His frown deepened. "Mumken asaduq...? Keef haluk?" He asked on instinct, but then remembering where he was, the Arab quickly changed his dialect. "Can I help you?..are you all right?" He inquired, Arabian accent thick as his baritone voice was softened, as if one were speaking to a small child.
Anulia of Amora-Chocolate colored hues closed, blocking out the color from the world as she waited, not wanting it to come, but knowing she was too weak to fight. She had fought hard on the boat, in the sea, upon the sands and now, she could no more. The beast, never came but someone else did. Eyes worked to open and look beyond her spiraled curls to see the dark shape of a male above her. His voice, made her calm, but his words, she could not understand. As if she were not confused enough by them, he spoke in another language and still she could not understand. His face...he held markings like her guards did. But she did not understand the design and could not read what they meant. Eyes lowered to see his dress was unlike anything she had known, wrapped in all black. She shook and looked back to his face. Full lips trembled as she continued to stare up at him, unsure what to make of him. He held dark features like her people, but some features on him were sharper and his wrappings she had not seen before. Still, he made her think..perhaps she was home. Just in another part and maybe he was from another tribe. Softly, she spoke in a broken voice.." Mediua plari teeke mah bue." her voice, was utterly soft and gentle, or would have been had it not been so broken.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-From his perspective, it was hard to see her face clearly, due to the mass of curls that covered her face, obstructing her sight from view. He had never seen her before in all his time here, and he could not help but wonder why she was laying upon the sands, in near rags nonetheless. Concern etched itself upon his features as his head canted to the side, black hair flying in his face by the breeze brought by the sea. From what he could see, she was injured, and would need some sort of medical attention. But would she let him? That became the question. From her lips came a language that he did not know, for it was not English, Scottish, or even Arabic. It was different, and one he could not place. Slowly, he crouched down, lowering himself more to her level so he did not seem so tall. Presentation was the key. Animals could not speak the language of man, yet actions spoke louder than words ever could. Brows furrowed a bit at the surprise in dialect, but it quickly vanished and his face was calm, cool, composed. His large hand was extended toward her, while the other was held up, palm exposed to her as a gesture of no harm
Anulia of Amora- Anulia did not know this stranger and despite him making her calm, she trusted no one right now. From what she saw, he could command the demon men's beast too. What did that make him? Still shivering in the sands, she watched as he crouched down in front of her, holding one hand out to her and the other one up with his palm showing. She made note of the leather bands bound around him before rising her own from under the dress' large sleeves. Her reason for not being able to remain standing for long became apparent as she rose her hand, palm up like he had, mimicking his gesture, unsure what it meant really. Perhaps a greeting. The chain's around her jingled slightly and revealed themselves as the damp dress slid back from her wrist. Was he a slave too of some kind and his demons had placed leather about his wrist so he could move for them? So confused, but her other hand reached out tentively to his. Fingers as cold as the weather if not colder, wrapped around his warmer ones and held weakly to them. Those chocolate colored eyes never left him, moving up and down quickly, waiting for him to make a move she did not like so she could jerk back.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-When dealing with strangers, especially ones who were hurt and curled so defensively, hasty actions would prove ill. Patience. Aman-ud-Din had an abundance of it, it seemed, for despite the names that some people called him, or the cruel gestures that were made, he did not react to them unless they turned physical. Some things were best left ignored, for what good would it solve to get angered? Nothing good, that was for certain. God had blessed him with understanding and patience, and what gifts the Lord would give to him he would use for a greater good. One man could make a difference, no matter how small it seemed to some. The jingle of chains caught his ears, and brown eyes shifted to behold them. Slave. Prisoner. Whatever she was, it was certain that her captors did not want her escaping. However, she moved, and her hand mimicked his, a good sign. A step in the right direction. As her cold, wet hand was placed in his, long fingers curled around her hand slowly, gently, minding his grip. His other hand lowered, and Aman-ud-Din pointed to her, and then to himself. You. Me. Then, he pointed to the blanket in the sand, where his things were. Raja watched silently, making no moves, but not trusting the girl.
Anulia of Amora-Weary and yet not having the strength to help herself right now, she had no choice but to allow this male to help her. Strange he may seem, even if he was also slightly familiar. His warm fingers around her own, made her slow in her shake but they did no cease. Hand languages, were easy to read sometimes when someone was looking for them and Anulia was watching him with a sharp eye despite the pain racking her. She understood enough to know he was telling her he was going to move her over there. " Muha." she agreed in that soft and barely there voice before she used all of her strength to place the hand not in his, against the cool sand, digging fingers into it it's grains before she lifted and pushed her form upwards, showing sand clung to the side that had been laying in it. Her frown remained and she gave a soft pouted sound at the archness before she began to try and help him pull her up to her feet. Her leg began to throb harder and harder with each movement she made, making her gasp and stumble. As soon as he had her standing, she leaned forward, pressing all of her wet front to his dry one and moving her head against his chest, right in the middle of it. Much like she had with her guards and protectors, she hid herself in his body because he looked just like them. The only difference was the clothing about his form instead of bare skin and the markings were not as she had known. To her people, it was a small symbol of trust and choosing a protector when the tribe wars came, though she did not expect this man to protect her, simply an action she had not meant to do, but did.
