Painful Memories (open)

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[atrb=width,240] She wasn't hungry but she had been dragged to eat, the large dog sized dragons taking a hand each had pulled her to her dinner then sat and watched her eat. Happy she had eaten enough they made they're own way put of the building and to the forest, rabbit was on their menu. Watching them leave with orange eyes she sighed and walked to the door. Taking the oh so familiar route to the school Athletic Area, it was only 20:05 and she needed to unwind. Dressed in her normal outfit Shori has her long flowing hair tied back in a loose plait. Over her shoulder was her bow but with no quiver. She would have made a archery club but hardly anyone was interested in it, so she just knelt with the bow on the ground in front of her. If she needed to protect herself then she could alway use her power over fire to create the arrows needed. Looking up at the still bright sky she smiled as a shadow passed over her, she was being watched and it made her head hurt, memories tried to force their way into her mind and it burned. She clutched at her head and wept, the dragons flew away from her trying to escape the sound. Hot tears streamed down her face and onto the grass by the sports track. all she could see was fire, it burnt her mind, almost like a barrier against her memories. She hated her past and wished her sister was with her. Time passed but she didn't now how much, her senses where overwhelmed with the pain and her connection too the dragons was cut off.	[atrb=width,140] Word Count: Pass Muse: Ok-ish Thoughts: Not how i actually planned this post but oh well
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[Cherry :3]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#CDC8B1; border-left: 40px solid #8B3A3A;] casimir kysler YOU FELT THE COLDNESS IN MY EYES, AND SOMETHING I'M NOT REVEALING SOME THINGS CAN'T BE TREATED, DON'T MAKE ME BE MYSELF AROUND YOU   The tennis courts, only a moment ago awash with the sounds of a particularly vicious game, were now silent except for the panting of the former two opponents. The game had gone on for longer than Casimir had expected; the boy who he had been playing against was more talented than Casimir had expected him to be. His underestimation had allowed the wizard to score first and it had been a battle since then. He had let the boy win, only by the required amount; he wished to create a friendly rivalry between them, not grind the boy under his heel and let animosity flower. The boy high-fived him, and then they exchanged farewells, with a promise to meet for lunch tomorrow, on his part. He stored his racket before going out for a short run. He was not fond of warm weather, but today was comfortable, with a stiff breeze that trickled in every few moments. His outfit was white, with green hints - it was stylish, though his concerns did not center on that. The white haired demon was nearly half-way through the track when he noticed the girl, of indeterminate age and race, crouched in the grass. He glanced at his watch, revealing a time only slightly past 20:00. It wouldn't disrupt his schedule to see if that girl required assistance. He slowed his stride as he approached her, pausing a few steps away from her body. "Are you alright..." He paused, determining how to address her, "Miss?" Casimir reached out to tap her shoulder, noticing with some detachment, that his hand was shaking, a tremor running through his fingertips. Oh, dear; he didn't supposed that was indicative of anything good.   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=width,240] She hadn't even known there was a tennis match thats why she had come out here, hoping to be alone. Well she was for the most part, thats why she allowed herself the cry. She had been sobbing for only a short while in truth but for her it felt like a life time. She flinched at the words spoken to her, shaking her head she felt yet more tears fall from her face. They were no longer caused by pain but by sadness, Turning to face the male that spoke Shori took in his features but couldn't place a name with the face, she knew that they were in the same year but couldn't tell anything else. "I will be, Sir." She had wanted to scream at him, tell him to leave her alone but she was too kind for her own good sometimes. Her soft nature and upbringing meant that everyone was addressed as 'Sir' or 'Miss', until she knew their names then she would address them by which ever they preferred. Wiping her tears from her face she sighed and ran her fingers lightly along the wooden bow It was carved two show two dragons facing each other, their wings tucked against their sides and their tails being what held the string in place. Turning away from him she sighed and looked to the sky. The dragons where still cut off from her, she had hurt them even though unintentionally. They knew it was her memory and that if they stayed they could have falling from the sky. It hurt Shori knowing she could do that to them but there was nothing she could do to stop it. "Thank you for asking about my welfare." Needing to do something the Elf sighed and leaned back sitting on her feet near enough. If this male wasn't around she would have practiced her archery.	[atrb=width,140] Word Count: 319 Muse: Ok Thoughts: Tired and the post not my best but meh, shes a new char
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[Cherry :3]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#CDC8B1; border-left: 40px solid #8B3A3A;] casimir kysler YOU FELT THE COLDNESS IN MY EYES, AND SOMETHING I'M NOT REVEALING SOME THINGS CAN'T BE TREATED, DON'T MAKE ME BE MYSELF AROUND YOU   Oh, wasn't it wonderful? She was a polite one, and that was such a rarity in this school of miscreants and hell-spawn. For that, he decided not to offer his name unless it was inquired about or she proffered her own. If he cared to consider it, it was odd that he did not know her name; she was an elf, with a penchant for hanging around dragons. He could smell them around the area, though he did not see of the beast lurking in the skies yet; perhaps, they were hanging back because she was crying? And why was she doing that, anyways? There was no one to see it, so they had no value...He shrugged it off; it did not relate to him and therefore did not hold his attention for long. The girl, elf, held a bow in her hands, intricately carved. She had no quiver, so he pondered the effectiveness of such a weapon; his own were much more accessible, though, if he thought about it, far more forbidden on school grounds. As though that rule held any merit to him. The elf's gaze was still on the sky when she spoke. She thanked him for his..concern, perhaps; he smiled, delighted. "Is there anything else I can do for you...a distraction, maybe?" He asked softly, crossing his arms. He was wearing gloves, though finger-less, and he hadn't yet taken them off. All for the better, honestly. They would distract from the shaking his whole body had taken up. Had he had too much caffeine, or sugar, today? He had only partaken in a minimal amount of sweets, indulging himself with a real breakfast for once; so it was not that. The game, while fast, had been no more strenuous than usual; still, it was possible he could have over-exerted himself, however unlikely. Possibly, it was caused by something in his psyche - an emotion, like the ones which flashed on the elf's face?   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=width,240] Shori knew somewhere inside her he wouldn't offer his name and she didn't mind. Names contained to much power and unless she wanted to hold power over this demon, to play games she wouldn't need his name. Shori knew her bow had caught his attention even if only for seconds, she rarely got the attention, it was always the bow or the dragons. Something told her that he had smiled at her thanks. "Is there anything else I can do for you...a distraction, maybe?" The elf pondered his question, his voice had been soft, almost caring. Taking her eyes from the sky she looked up at his face still kneeling on the floor. Seeing the shaking that had taken over his body Shori smiled weakly. "At this time i would normally practice my archery... Do you know anything of the 'sport'" She sounded a little bitter when she uttered the word sport as she didn't see it as a sport, more a skill that could save but also take lives. She had honed her skills while living and fighting with the dragons and their riders. Standing in a fluid movement Shori looked at the demon and bowed slightly, she hadn't greeted him as she should of due to the crying. Her body shock slightly even now from the crying and the pain, but she was doing her best to bottle the emotions.	[atrb=width,140] Word Count: 242 Muse: It went bang Thoughts: Sorry for shortness
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[Cherry :3]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#CDC8B1; border-left: 40px solid #8B3A3A;] casimir kysler YOU FELT THE COLDNESS IN MY EYES, AND SOMETHING I'M NOT REVEALING SOME THINGS CAN'T BE TREATED, DON'T MAKE ME BE MYSELF AROUND YOU   The female spoke again, explaining that she usually would practice archery at this hour. Ah, good, then, he could leave and she- no, no, that wasn't how it would go. His own offer had implied that he would do whatever was necessary to distract her from her mental situation. Her question confirmed that his presence was necessary. "I am familiar with the practice, though I am far from being skilled," Casimir replied, taking notice of the strange emphasis that she used on 'sport' and did not say it himself. As for his level of skill with the weapon - well, it was minimal at best. He knew, and did not know where he had learned it, how to hold the bow and shot it without injuring himself or any personage around him. His skill, however, did not extend to the point in which he could hit a target a distance away, or anything that was moving; at the very least, he could not hit it without him wearing a pair of glasses. Which - he flicked through his mind - he had in his bag, thank god. "I presume that is what you'd like to do then, Miss?" He looked away from her for a moment, instively checking that they were still alone on the track. Unless the person was invisible, they were.   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=width,240] Shori smiled weakly at his words, he avoided calling the use of bows a sport. Standing up straight again the elf looked to the sky, above them bats flew and the odd burst of light. The dragons were back, above them the dragons danced and it made Shori shed a tear. The dragons dance was something of pure beauty., even though it could last for hours but rarely did. Wiping away her tear she smiled warmly and turned to the white haired male. "Only if you wish to do so. If you enjoy another activity then i would gladly join you, Sir." Shori raised one of her hand and the red dragon flew down to hand on the elf's arm. The small dragon tucked her wings against her body as her tail coiled around Shori's arm, the male flew lower and circled only just above the trio. The demon looked around, as if to check that they were alone. Shori knew she should have felt some form of fear, but she felt nothing other the beating of the small dragons heart. Her warm scales against Shori's cooler skin was relaxing. "Sir, if you wish the dragons do not mind being touched. In fact I'm trying to encourage people to feel more comfortable around them." She spoke as her hand went down the dragons back, the spines were hard but as long as she stroked the dragon the right way she wouldn't cut herself. moving her hand away the female dragon un-coiled her tail and opened her wings, with a few flaps she was a little larger in size. Now her tail coiled back around Shori's entire arm while her body covered Shori's back, with her head resting just over the female elf's shoulder.	[atrb=width,140] Word Count: 302 Muse: It's coming back slowly Thoughts: random post i know
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[Cherry :3]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#CDC8B1; border-left: 40px solid #8B3A3A;] casimir kysler YOU FELT THE COLDNESS IN MY EYES, AND SOMETHING I'M NOT REVEALING SOME THINGS CAN'T BE TREATED, DON'T MAKE ME BE MYSELF AROUND YOU   The girl stiffened and turned her attention to the sky, without giving him a reason for doing so - he sensed their presence before he saw them, the dragons. They flitted back and forth in the sky, frolicking. Beside him, a tear trickled down the elf's cheek. Really? What was with the crying; it was a pretty show, but nothing so spectacular that it should bring cause to weep. It was only a series of movements performed by beasts in the sky; superficially entertaining, perhaps, but that did not merit beauty , or sorrow, or whatever it did to this girl, because he was not moved. The girl looked at him and spoke. Oh, yes, there were a thousand things that he would rather be doing, rather than shooting an arrow, but he could hardly tell her that. What activity should he suggest they do instead? His tastes were eclectic, multifarious in nearly all aspects; his choices were open to him. He supposed he was limited to something practical and easily accessible, however. A walk, maybe? A dragon flew down and took a perch on the elf's arm. Casimir leaned forward, his curiosity piqued by the small creature. The girl mentioned that the dragons would not mind being touched; he required no further invitation. He had never had the chance to be close to a dragon, or never had the interest in making the opportunity available to him; he would take advantage of this one while it lasted. The dragon's scales were rough and they reminded him of a fish, though the two were rather different. The demon stepped back, crossing his arms. He noted that the dragon had grown bigger, and wondered how he had managed to miss that. "I am a bit tired tonight; we will just take a walk, Miss."   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=width,240] The dragons dance had brought back the memory of her first night as a rider. She and her sister had been taken in, even on the journey to their new home the flames of the dragons could be seen. It was the first time she had seen the dragons dance, just now was the third time. Shori noticed him lean forward thats why she had mentioned about touching them. Joy filled her as the demon touched the small dragoness. When he stepped back that was when she moved and grew. Hearing him speak Shori nodded glad in some ways that he didn't ask for anything more, in all honesty her energy was drained and she doubted that anything above a jog would be dangerous. "As you wish, Sir." Shori smiled warmly, and touched the dragoness' head softly, the warm scales had caused Shori's clothes to heat and a soft glow to emit from only the scales. It was as if there was a tiny but dull flame behind each scale. Picking up her bow she de-strung it with ease, making look as if a toddler should be able to do it. Wrapping the string around the bow she held it in her hand and small sparks traveled along the bow. The enchantment on the bow meant that it would become a necklace of a similar design. Laughing Shori uncoiled the dragons tail from her arm and hummed quietly. She would follow the male but stay a few steps behind him. Shori stopped humming but carried on walking. Taking the dragons head in her hands Shori smiled. "I fly on your wings, go." Lowering her head and stepping away from the demon Shori smiled as she felt the muscles tease, that leathery sound of the dragons wings opening only slightly. Relaxing her muscles in her back Shori heard the metallic sound of claws scrapping against scales and then the burning sensation of hot blood flowing down her shoulder. The weight on her back vanished suddenly and a small gasp of pain escaped Shori as the hot claws left her shoulder. Still she watched as the ruby dragon open her wings just before her weight would have sent her falling to the ground. One powerful beat took her even closer to the clouds. Holding her shoulder Shori sighed, it would heal soon. Or at least she hoped. The wound wasn't major and the flow would slow to almost nothing within the next two minutes.	[atrb=width,140] Word Count: 400 ish Muse: Bad Thoughts: Sucky post, hope it's enough to work with.
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