.:|Forgiven|:. (Arda)

Title: .:|Forgiven|:.
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Itarildë Telperiën - December 15, 2007 07:00 AM (GMT)

|| Blah, sorry if my first post is kind of bad. I have to get back into it. :] ||

What have I come to… A faint whimper echoed against the lifeless trees. What am I doing to myself…I don’t understand this…this feeling. Please make it stop… The moon was hiding it’s face this long, dreadful evening, aiding Destiny in her attempt to release the intense feelings swelling inside of her. Today had gone so fine, what went wrong? Why did his taunts and calls push her to such extreme limits? For all of this time Destiny had been able to keep herself calm and steady, able to ignore what others whispered and howled towards her. Except this one, this man had the ability to make her exceed her limitations and break down. Why am I like this…I can’t stop feeling so angry. She fell to her knees in front of the limp body, peering in closely to examine the damage. This was unusual for her, usually she left them without giving a second thought or feeling. They could be crying in pain, begging for help or for reasoning and she just would not care. It wasn’t that she felt emotion toward the man himself, it was more like she was unsure of her own being and her own reasoning.

His eyes flickered as her fingertips grazed the side of his face, examining the deep slash that traveled from his ear to the crack of his mouth. He deserved this, or so this is what she continuously told herself. He deserved the cut on his face and the gash on his chest, the wound penetrating his intestines as well as the dagger still protruding from his pelvic area. She was rather surprised he was still alive and that he still had enough blood in his body to move. Though, he was extremely pale and she could sense the feeling of death looming overtop them. The uncertainty started to slowly drain away, and instead of regretting what she had done she began to accept it. Life was random, as was death. Those who deserved to die would eventually, whether natural or outside causes. This must have been his fate to fall by her hands, this she would tell herself over and over again. Her fingers moved from his face to his chest, brushing past torn clothing as she grazed his open wounds. Every time he flinched she would add more pressure, curious as to his responses and how he was capable of doing them. ”I can’t believe you are still alive…you’ve lost so much blood. Yet, you fight for your life. Why? “ Repositioning her body, Destiny sat on the ground with both of her legs beneath her, leaning backwards as she studied him thoroughly. His eyes were barely open, enough perhaps for her to see the faint green color of his iris. His short brown hair was matted with a mixture of dirt and blood, bruises and wounds occupying most of his body. He looked just like Yeagar did that evening…

”Why….you…this…?” He sputtered softly, unable to complete a full sentence successfully. These sudden words shook her back into reality, away from memories. Her eyes narrowed and her lips thinned, searching deep for an honest answer. She couldn’t exactly blame this on her unconscious mind, no one could really understand what was exactly happening in there. Evil thoughts and angry notions shot back and forth faster than what she could comprehend sometimes which causes her to act only on instinct without morals or any sense of good. Nor could she blame her actions on pure dislike towards the male gender. ”…why…” His lips quivered as chills overwhelmed his entire body, it seemed as if he were falling into a fit. She quickly stood back up, stepping backwards away from his shivering body. Glancing downwards towards herself, she noticed her once pure dress was stained with his blood. This would surely attract attention, especially if she had to escape the situation.

The wind rustled throughout the town behind them, stirring up the trees and bringing in an eerie aura from an unknown source. Destiny was pacing now, a bad feeling crawling up her spine. Should she finish him off, relieve his pain and suffering? Or maybe she should just leave and let him be, let fate decide if someone were to come help him or not. The only thing she truly knew was that she had to make her decision soon for something was coming their way. Suddenly tears trickled down from her eyes, tears of confused emotions that she could not handle at this current time and place. This was too overwhelming, there was too much at stake and there was too many options. ”I don’t think I can tell you sorry, because I’m not. I don’t know…” She whimpered as she crouched overtop of him, wrapping her hand delicately around the hilt of her dagger sticking out from his body. One last time he opened his eyes and cracked his mouth, pressing to just push out a simple word or plea. ”This is fate deciding for you, not me…it’s not me.”

Vor'angkoo - December 15, 2007 10:53 AM (GMT)

Prologue

|*|The inevitable night has settled itself over the village of Estolad… a night so cold and gloomy able to make even the bravest of warriors and the most savage of beasts find refuge. The moon was inexistent, and so was the light usually shed by its aura. It was a perfect night for unholy things; and the superstitious villagers went to bed early that evening, leaving the town succumbed into its own darkness. The local inn was overfull, unable to take wanderers in anymore, and those still awake were drinking and chatting in silence. Rumors about a conflict have widely spread within the inner walls of the building, and the patrons were all waiting for the outcome. “Poor girl…” some stated beneath their ale-stinking breath.

No woman going against Gallagher escaped in one piece before having to satisfy all of his filthy desires.

***

Vor dismissed most of the crystalline influence over his body upon stepping into the village as to not to draw too much suspicion over himself. A young man, looking like he did in his old days, except for the minor change in his complexion which still had a bluish tint to it. His mere reflection into the water or a mirror threatened to unbury lost and hidden memories.

As of lately he realized that he had gained a better control over his golem part proving himself the fact that his studies and deepening knowledge were not in vain.
Even though, a strong creation to behold, Vor never considered himself as such. He would rather have a conversation than engage in combat; however, the rules are always a subject to change under certain circumstances.

The prophet’s departure would probably be just as sudden, there were not many things to see or do there, he arrived at a late and a wrong time. He made his way through the darkness towards the only illuminated building of the village: the local inn. Surprised in a negative way by the condition of the building and of the local patrons, Vor decided not to step in and rather circle the area for a short while, unwillingly hearing some words and short sentences which made little to no sense upon a first inspection. Surely, it was not a place to end up for the night, he would rather continue his journey in spite of the lurking danger such a night consisted.

His feet guided him out of the city, the wind rustled and whispered to him, activating his sixth sense, a feeling of uneasiness. He touched his lips and tip of the tongue with his fingers. “Blood…” Came his word, whispered back to the wind. Defying his own senses, he pushed forward, becoming the first witness of a dying man and a woman sitting at his side. A murder. The forever-silent steps brought him just behind the woman, his eyes not watching her accusingly, but rather locked on the man. “Just like a candle with a shrinking flame… Isn’t this such a marvelous thing, to watch death in all its splendor?” A hand lowered on her shoulder, both to keep her in place and give her a comforting feeling. “And tonight, my dear, you are just a mere instrument of Fate.” His words about Death and Fate were carefully chosen, calm and warm even, he was not a morbid person as she might say, he was not amoral and didn’t believe everyone had a predestined course of life, but on the other hand he possessed a strong empathy and the ability to read surface thoughts of the others. “I do not blame you, I know you had your reasons.” And he didn’t blame the man for giving her those reasons either. Who was he to judge?

Hooded as he was, his face could still be seen, a young man as he was with strong masculine features and eyes sparkling a lot of wisdom and intelligence.

Seconds passed as if they were hours, minutes as if they were days, but eventually the man gave his last and the most painful breath of his life, unable to deal with the rapture inflicted upon his intestines anymore. It was like his a soul truly left the body, the flame abandoned the candle unable to sustain its burning any longer. And this was the candle (man!) named Gallagher…
For some, yet unknown, this woman could have been a hero. But justice doesn’t like the presence of such heroes.

Itarildë Telperiën - December 17, 2007 04:01 AM (GMT)

It felt as if hours upon hours had passed before reality wandered back into her mind. Had she finished him off? She prayed that perhaps her subconscious had risen and took care of the ‘hard work’, leaving only the responsibility of walking away to her conscious mind. However, relying on something that unstable was usually disappointing. This sort of obstacle would have to be taken care of by her and only herself, the true one that fought to stand through. Though this obstacle lacked morality, it had to be done. Destiny was trying to fight the ‘other’ side, the side that threw away the idea of something being ‘bad’ or ‘harmful’ to others. The fight felt never-ending and was rather draining, and more and more she began to lose.

She didn’t notice that anything around them had changed. The scenery, his condition, nor the fact that some unknown being was invading their privacy. Usually she was able to sense when another was around, having to defend herself for so long it became almost like an extra sense. Once again, she started to cry. It was more of empathetic tears now instead of confusion and fear. Was she actually regretting her actions? It was almost relieving in an odd way that her ‘darker’ side had embedded itself within her brain again, leaving only Destiny. Her hands left the daggers hilt and as one fell to her side the other gently cupped the man’s cheek. Her head quirked a bit to the side as she blinked away annoying tears, shrugging her shoulders almost. ”I hope you didn’t have a family…wife, kids. But I suppose I shouldn’t think that way, it’ll only make this worse. “ She noticed that he was now looking behind her instead of at her, and this rose red flags in her mind that something was not right. Someone was there? How could they have just snuck up on me? Am I really losing myself that much?” Just as she was preparing herself to rip the dagger from the man’s body and ready herself to fight, the figure behind her spoke. Her hand started to shake, intensively studying his tone of voice as well as his choice of words. For a moment, she was too startled and confused to respond back to his comments. Who would react to witnessing a murder so calm and collectively?

”Uhmm…it is, I suppose. I don’t really know.” Then, she felt a sudden pressure land on her shoulder. Becoming a bit defensive, she quickly rose from her crouching position and stepped away, staring intensely at the creature that joined. She was breathing rather hard, trying to control her insecure emotions and not trying to overreact. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced upon him, up and down, unsure of who and what he really was. ”I keep trying to tell myself that, but it seems as if I am lying to both him and myself..”

She shook her head and took another few steps back. She shouldn’t be speaking to him, she shouldn’t be answering and leaving herself vulnerable. His subtle and gentle look was warm and inviting, and she wished deep down that she didn’t have to worry about what might happen. But strangers were the worst type to accept and trust, especially someone who acted so cool about such a serious situation. Her brows furrowed as she crossed her arms above her chest, adjusting her gaze to the ground beneath her feet. The grass was soft and a bit relaxing to her bare toes. She held onto that feeling tightly, afraid to lose again to the other side. ”I couldn’t even explain to myself my own reasoning…I…” Don’t tell him, don’t let him know. It’s too risky, you only want to shed blood from one tonight, no more…

Vor'angkoo - December 18, 2007 06:04 PM (GMT)

The atmosphere filled with sorrow and regret; it was there, in her actions, in her words, and in her thoughts. The murderer turned into a mourner, and the gravity of the situation has been slightly distorted. Or at least that’s how the mind of this man perceived the scene, helped by his lack of care for morality and laws which were just two superficial terms in his perception. The real moral codes existed to a higher level, far beyond the human society and its comprehension; while the laws that kept together the worlds were the only ones worthy enough to be respected.
Most definitely that was the thing that kept him so calm and collected in the presence of a crime.

First and foremost came the term which defined time, the only constant, without beginning or an end, such a fascinating concept. And to think that he has been given such a gift with a small grasp of time, he was able to foresee things, to see the future, to see other places just by concentrating his powers into a crystal ball or other similar thing.
Also, most of the times the future revealed itself to him unwillingly, manifesting through visions.

The words rolled through his lips with grace, unknown if they were going to reach their goal, it was hard to tell, the woman before him was difficult to read and comprehend. A large confusion arose into his mind whenever he tried to look beyond her flesh and bones. It was quite a frustration, it was if something blocked her thoughts, or a struggle was going inside her to the point that she didn’t know what she was thinking either.
The hand pressuring on her shoulder had scared her, her reflexes were worthy of a fighter and her strength was not any inferior, she moved fast and backed away.

Quite impressive...

“My apologies...”

Again he was seen with suspicion, and considered an untrustworthy person. That was the drama of his life, he was the eternal wanderer without a place to relate to.

“I always say that it is better to regret the things that you did, than those that you didn’t.” His gaze lingered on the woman for awhile, memorizing her features, before they moved back to the dead man. The hand that had earlier landed on the woman’s shoulder was now lowered even more and crossed the air above the dead body, and without even touching his face, it closed his eyes slowly. Telekinetic ability was not something he used every day. But it came in handy sometimes.

“I don’t know why, but my senses always bring me to the oddest of things, and this, right here, is far from being the strangest of all.” He shared a little about himself, while maintaining the same warm and inviting look on his features. It was to be seen if he could get any kind of conversation from her, and eventually make her to open up. He was a good listener, and even a better adviser.

“Let me tell you a little secret. I foresee that you have around ten minutes before they come to search for their friend.” But ten minutes was plenty of time.

Eventually he moved away from the body, his attention was turned completely to the killer. A certain tone of her voice and the sudden end of her words managed to pick up his curiosity and interest. “you…”. His eyes narrowed and locked onto hers, trying to look deeper, and make the words surface on their own.

“I’m listening…” He whispered. Either if she liked it or not, she was stuck with him for now, in any aspects he was better than a villager who would have freaked out and announced the authorities.

Itarildë Telperiën - December 19, 2007 06:52 AM (GMT)

It felt like it would be so easy to trust this man, to believe that he wasn’t out to harm or anything of that nature. He had such a gentle way of speaking and reacting, he didn’t come off as threatening at all. However, relying back on past experiences, you couldn’t exactly trust your first instinct. People had wonderfully deceptive abilities to hide their true means until the right moment; perhaps he was one of those ‘people’. Oddly enough, he reminded her way too much of Yeagar. He was very insisting but in a nice way, almost like a gentle yet persistent pressure to give in. She didn’t want to think that way, he was the last person she wanted on her mind. Those thoughts would make everything she was fighting for even harder to achieve. Destiny shook her head and sighed heavily, her eyes gazing over to the now deceased man. He wasn’t the first and definitely would not be the last. Each one was becoming slightly easier to finish off and more entertaining every time. The idea of being able to kill someone without a second thought was disgusting as well as intriguing to her; this scared her to death. Before, she would have never even thought of doing something so immoral. Before she had a family and a home to take care of, now what was left? Sometimes it even seemed pointless to take care of her own self.

His apology stung her a little. She winced and cautiously glanced back up at him, feeling somewhat awkward now. There was no real reason for him to be apologizing, but she would never physically say that to him. She watched as he crossed the air with his hand, moving her stare to the deceased man. The stranger had closed his eyes, something she regretfully forgot to do. There wasn’t much respect, if any, in murdering someone. However it seemed to make things easier on her and the victim to close their eyes as they neared death, or passed. She wouldn’t have to walk the rest of the night with the memory of their eyes staring her down, asking for their revenge and praying for her own demise. He was helping her, slowly but surely, and she wasn’t quite sure of how to accept it. The whole ‘being grateful’ thing never really worked out in her favor, it usually backfired or just flat out didn’t work.

She hummed softly for a moment, just trying to release some pent up stress and frustration. It was also some sort of attempt to block the man out, yet she could not keep her nosy ears from listening to his words. Ten minutes until others came? She decided right then she would just fight them off. It wasn’t like she never had to before. Of course, it would be a rather weary battle and the possibility of her overcoming them all was pretty slim, she would rather go down with honor then running away. ”Let the entire town come, they do not worry me.” That of course was a false statement, her ‘darker’ side was a bit more cockier.

He moved again. It seemed as though he was completely disregarding the dead man and refocusing his attention solely on her. It was such an uncomfortable feeling. And as his eyes locked onto hers, the feeling of fear that had become weak was regaining it’s strength. This was another thing that was too much for her to mentally handle in her state. He was trying to read her, trying to tear down her walls. However, Destiny spent well over five years building those walls up and knew there would never be another person who could tear them down. No one would ever compare to him, and he was the only person she had ever let in. She was now becoming restless. Ten minutes did not seem like such a long time now that she really thought about it. Removing her gaze from his, she began to pace back and forth. There was a very uneasy feeling in the air, or perhaps that was just her. ”I do not understand what you want me to say.” She quickly looked back at him while still walking back and forth, rubbing her arms as if to create some source of warmth. She could smell his blood drying on her dress, the smell making her feel quite nauseous. He was still looking at her, the same look on his face like he was waiting for her to talk.

”Why are you still here? Why are you not in the town, letting his friends know where his body rests? You should head back before they do get here.” She shook her head and stopped pacing, hands racing to the sides of her face. I’ve got to stop talking to him, I have to. He is lying. She wished he was just a hallucination, something that would just disappear. ”Just go…there is nothing here for you.”

Vor'angkoo - December 19, 2007 04:13 PM (GMT)

“They do not worry me either, not one bit.” He shook his head slightly, stressing his response. Unlike hers, his statement was true and came with even a stronger attitude.

His gaze remained insisting and persistent for another few seconds, before his eyes shut close and remained like that for a bit. He admitted defeat and gave up trying to figure her out by the means of a mere gaze, her thoughts were just too disorganized to be detected and comprehended with ease. Of course, they say that persistence pays off and it was true. Eventually he would have been able to read her like an open book, that was his talent after all, but he wouldn’t like to unsettle her more than she already was. His head lowered slightly until the dead man was once more in his sight. Beneath him, there was a pool of crimson liquid, getting larger by each passing second. Then Vor wondered if his end will come in the same way, as subtle at the hands of a valkr

It was clear that she had a strong personality and even a stronger attitude, defined by arrogance and defiance. No doubt that she was a skilled warrior. But having to defend against a whole village with guards and mercenaries from the inn was a little hard to achieve, even for her and her life-stealing dagger, unless she knew an arcane trick of sorts, able to take them all at once, but what were the probabilities of that? She didn’t look like any sorceress he had met before. At least fear did not define her.
Vor knew that the odds were against her, but chose not to insist on that, she was old enough to think and act for herself. For now, in the remaining several minutes, he will stay there.

Time was relative, only the people placed boundaries on it. A day could be like a second, a second like a day, and ten minutes like an eternity.

The defensive system of her inner being intrigued him, or better said SHE intrigued him.

“Say only what you want to say, and if you don’t want to say anything, I will just listen to the silence you make, and to your thoughts.” The corners of his lips arched slightly into a tiny smile. Despite the apparent rejection from the woman and the crime she made he still didn’t seem to be affected.

She paced back and forth, it seemed like panic was going to take over her, or it was the flow of thoughts that rose confusion in her mind and made her act that way. On the other hand, to balance the whole situation, Vor remained calm and collected, and moved once more, to the nearest tree. He rested his back against the tree, and pulled a deck of cards from beneath his robe, starting to shuffle it.

“I am here because I choose to be, I don’t have any reasons to go let the people know about the murder, they would not believe me anyway. Let’s say that you are not the only one who doesn’t trust me. And this, my dear is just one of those nights, when unholy things tend to happen, they could blame everything on evil spirits, and you could blame it on them too.” He just offered her a good way of getting out of this with her hands clean and head still on its place.

His dexterous fingers continued to shuffle the deck meticulously and eventually the cards lifted into the air, and began to float in front of him, individually, again, with the telekinetic force of his mind. It was the wrong time and the wrong place to be playing with cards, wasn’t it? But who said that he was playing?

“Would you mind to choose a card, if you don’t then I will.” Again, his words were inviting, this man did not lack charisma, that was for sure. She needed to relax and forget. “Just pick a card…”

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