never say you're sorry --OPEN!

[pterodactyl]

tell me once upon a time
i close my eyes
and see myself reborn
righting the wrong
i won’t stay to stand in line
or wait for god to shine all over me
i wait for the storm

A tall elf, dressed in black, moved fluidly with her horse's up-and-down gait. The sturdy mare was a pale palomino with a mane that was well groomed and matched her coat. Her name was Argo the Seventh, or Argo, for short. All of the elf's horses had been named Argo, and they all looked the same. They were trained for battle and for pleasure riding, and they all had a loyal and trusting personality.

The same was not true for the black-haired elf who rode upon Argo. She was temperamental, harsh, and militarily strict. A lot of her personality came from her position as the head of the military of Kirtan. A lot of it also came from the loss she had experienced, which was that of her life's mate, Kierlan. He had been head of Kirtan's military before her. He was killed by a Kull. That was the way things went.

But no matter how hard the elf woman, Eilia, tried, she could not accept that that was the way things went. She could accept only the knowledge that her missions in life were thus: 1) keep Kirtan and her men safe and 2) kill that damn Kull. Those would be her missions until such time as they were no longer her missions, i.e., when the Kull was dead and if she ever left Kirtan.

Normally, Eilia didn't have to think about things like her objectives. They just were. Today, however, she was riding back from Ellesméra. She had visited with her parents there. Her father, who she loved more than her mother (she supposed she should feel bad about that, but she didn't), made her feel at home for the few days she was back. He knew how she felt without her having to tell him, so they got along just fine. Her mother was the problem.

"My dear, I don't mean to pry, but, well...you're still so young. It's a bit early to be giving up on having love and a family, don't you think?"

The visit was supposed to last five days. Her mother made that remark on the fourth day. The visit ended up only lasting four days.

It was times like these when Eilia had to think about her simplest objectives. Her mother always brought about uncertainty and unbridled anger and frustration in her, and the mantras the elf held most dear were those most calming.

The lights of a city caught the raven-haired woman's attention. That was Osilon, mostly destroyed in the Blue Divide. The lieutenant had planned to travel through the night and reach Kirtan by the morning, but she realized in a split second that she did not want to spend the night on Argo. As much as she loved her horse, Argo was not much for company or conversation. All the elf really wanted was a fire, a hot meal, and the knowledge that there were other people in the world. With the wind blowing as it was, smelling of snow in the coming hours, she and Argo could have easily been the only beings in the whole of Alagäesia.

Argo altered her course a bit without her rider even having to ask. They were each attuned to the other's movements and feelings. Within the short span of maybe twenty minutes, the pair reached Osilon. The sun was setting, bathing in tbe sky's oranges and pinks before going to bed. Quickly locating an inn and stables, Eilia dismounted and patted Argo on the neck, receiving a soft whuffle in response. In another ten minutes, the elf bought a room for herself and a stall for Argo. The next twenty saw Argo settled in for the night. In a rare moment of tenderness, Eilia kissed the palomino's nose before leaving for the inn's common dining room.

She sat down with her plate near the fire, staring into the flames, for once partially oblivious to the movements of those around her.

{ muse pretty great. trying a new style of writing & i think it fits eilia pretty well }
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{ tags open. SOMEONE BETTER DAMN WELL POST. because i am excited. and eilia will do the xena noise... }
{ listening to evergrey - i'm sorry }
{ words 661 }

[[-Kay-]]

Twinkle, twinkle little bat

How I wonder where you fly...
Like a tea tray in the sky

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The white haired man rode on a horse the color of quicksilver. Her colt rippled and rolled with every thudding step she took. She was an elf-horse, one of a few that had been located...or created. It's mind was pure, crystaline and amused. The mare's mind was the sane and developed one. The 'man' that rode on her back was the half-backwards crazy one. Then again, he wasn't much of a man was he? No, he was an elf, one with hair nearly the same color as his mare's. A silver white that glimmered and seemed to glow a bit in the moonlight. He had deeply set eyes, and a pale complexion that made him look almost skeletal. He wore all black, a black cloak set fixed around his throat. That's how they looked, like a skeletal demon on a horse with a mind of it's own. The man's soft but half-crazed voice spoke, his haunted eyes searching the area that was coming upon Osilon. "Carefully now, Blaqk..." He said, his eyes flickering about insanely, seeking out and finding things that didn't exist in the darkness. "Celebnir....if you don't quit I'm going to take you straight back to Du Fells Nagaroth and you can stay there for the rest of your life for all I care..." The mare thought at him irritatedly. She had been saved as a young foal. At the time, she had been a striking black color, like polished onyx. She had suffered injuries and in a rare moment of compassion, Celebnir had tried to heal her and save her from harm...but the magic had unseen side effects and he had accidentally turned her silver, given her a longer life than normal....and given her an incredibly competent mind. She couldn't use magic, but she could use her mind very well, even speaking to others mentally like she was a dragon or something. Celebnir rode the mare towards an inn, the mare telling him exactly what to do. "Celebnir...I'm going to stay here in the barn. I swear, to whatever diety you may find holy, if you cause trouble in that inn, I will personally walk in there and kick your hind end back across the desert. I will drag you if I must. Am I understood?" The mare thought at him as he led her to the stall and shut her in with a bucket of oats. The latch would be easy for the mare to undo, but she was content to TRY and get some sleep tonight, even when she was trying to keep an eye on Celebnir. The elf walked into the inn, getting nothing but a mug and sat himself near the fire to nurse it. He wasn't one for heavy drinking, having already been half mad himself, he didn't really need much. He atleast wasn't muttering to himself tonight. Usually he would be but he was...behaving so to speak. The firelight set his eyes into shadows beneath his hood and what little bits of his eyes did show were glinting, making him look rather demonic, without needing too. A glittering smile appeared upon his lips, his slightly sharpened and pointed teeth glinting in the firelight. He turned his gaze away from everyone, just staring into the flames now. He could sense the elf woman that was nearby, the one with the onyx hair. But he didn't say a word. Blaqk had told him to behave, and behave he would. [/color]

Oh don't mind him

[/color]He's madder than a hatter[/color][/left]

Word Count

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[pterodactyl]

The firelight gave Eilia's olive-toned skin an almost ruddy complexion. Her face, complete with the sharp features and high cheekbones common among her race, glowed under the caress of the flames. Raven locks framed her face, somewhat unruly after the day of traveling. Her black leathers seemed to absorb the warmth emanating from the blaze, reflecting back a paltry reproduction of firelight in their shining surface. The ice chips in her eyes were the really striking part about the lieutenant; it was as if they could freeze a beating heart.

Finishing her food, she set the plate on the floor by her feet for lack of a convenient table nearby. Nursing the plain mug in her hands, the soldier could feel the callouses rasping against the smooth surface of the cup, absorbing its warmth. They made her alternately proud to be a fighter, to push back the forces of evil every day, and sad to be that same fighter, killing for some reason she couldn't remember anymore. Something's got to change, said Eilia's slightly buzzing mind. Her sword said nothing as it weighed on her back in its sheath. Her round, jewelled chakram jabbed her sharply in the hip, chastising its owner for even considering giving up the noble battle. Eilia should've known. The chakram was always thirsty. No matter how much blood it drank, it always begged for more.

Eilia didn't even shift from the hunched-over position in her seat when the man in black sat down beside her. She could feel the other elf's mind, despite the unspoken rule in all elven areas: keep your mental hands to yourself. Everyone kept themselves closed off from everyone else, too afraid to share any of their secrets for fear that their most precious secret would escape. That secret was the same for almost all elves. It niggled constantly at the back of everyone's mind, making a hushing sound that really meant, All I want is to lay my mind bare. This man was different, however. His mind was partially closed, but Eilia got the sense that he was a vine wandering through a neatly ordered garden.

"Atra esterní ono thelduin." Eilia herself was startled that she had spoken. The words had sprung unbidden to her lips and then tumbled out before she really knew what was going on. It seemed like that was a new contradiction in her life. Did she control anything, really?

{ muse good }
{ notes none }
{ tags celebnir & open }
{ listening to dream theater }
{ words 410 }

[[-Kay-]]

Her words are swimming through his ears again
There’s nothing wrong with just taste of what you paid for

Say what you mean tell me im right and let the sun rain down on me give me a sign

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The black of the elf's clothes set his complexion off, making the already fair skinned man look ghostly in comparison, even when not coupled with the shock of white blonde hair and the black of the room around him. He looked up, his eyes scanning the woman who had spoken to him. Black leather armor, like she was a warrior.....tresses the color of the ravens that so often flocked to him in the evenings as he worked in his cave, so very deep below the surface of the earth....deep within the hidden recesses of the desert. His mind was always wandering, picking up on stray thoughts and emotions. It wasn't that he was trying to invade another's conciousness...it was that he couldn't really help it. His madness caused him to be that way.

It wasn't as if Celebnir wasn't friendly. Hell, the mind of this young elf was nothing but friendly. Even though his mind was like a single thread of ivy winding it's way up a tree trunk, threading itself between branches and towards the top of the tree, stretching for sunlight and knowledge, he was unaware of it. He thought it perfectly natural to keep his mind open to most suggestions...not that many suggestions came his way. Many flinched at the mere touch of his mind. It wasn't that it was aggressive, it was the opposite. It was that it was so open...so bare that many felt rather uncomfortable just being touched by it. His mind was like a barren landscape, nothing but greyscales and black and white, like a plain, barren save for a dead tree reaching it's gnarled fingers skyward.

His eyes finished scanning the calloused and rough looking hunched over woman. He wasn't intimidated in the least...he was amused by her. She fascinated him in a strange, strange way. He was about to respond when the mare in the stables cut through his concetration at forming the words that were so clearly in his mind. Unfortunatly, that mare was a bit of a pushy creature and wasn't about to let every human in the building know she could think quite clearly....however there wasn't just one elf in the room. "Celebnir, will you quit staring at the fire? And pull your mind back together, honestly you'll give everyone around you a headache.." the mare thought irritatedly. His hazel eyes glanced up, meeting those of the woman. "Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr.." He replied, the typical greeting exchanged between the two. [/color]

Whoa Mona Lisa, you’re guaranteed to run this town

[/color]Whoa Mona Lisa I’d pay to see you frown[/color][/left]

Word Count

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Song Lyrics [/color]Ballad of Mona Lisa- Panic! At the Disco
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