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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 14:11:04 GMT -5
Fraenir would find himself climbing a tree, nothing quite out of the ordinary for him. It was actually an amazing sight, how something so humanoid could scale a tree as though they were a squirrel. Once he had reached the highest branch, he would pull himself onto it and sift comfortably in place. Red oculi would gaze up at the night sky, as he smiled warmly to the embrace of the cool night air. Fraenir felt at home anywhere it was night, a fact that had yet to bother him. Forests like these only amplified the sense of nostalgia. As a result, he would find himself lost in the stars.
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 14:15:33 GMT -5
Not too far off, unbeknownst of the other's proximity or that there was anyone else within a 'dangerous' range of her, sat Morrigan by the edge of a small pond with her knees brought to her chest; her arms wrap around her knees, chin resting on top as her own red orbs stare into her ghastly reflection painted by the stillness of the water. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours, hours feel like days; endlessly, she thinks, she'll continue to exist like this - like a misfit to this place; no religion, no real place.
In all likelihood, the other could probably see her from his perch; in fact, Morrigan might even have been able to sense someone else around her if she weren't so caught up inside of her own mind and thoughts. Everything inside of her is screaming, racing, fighting itself; like an agent of destruction and chaos looking to reach out and break out of this mind and into some actual control of her corporeal form, it is all Morrigan could do to just sit there statue-esque.
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 14:20:58 GMT -5
His nostrils flared, inhaling a scent that brought more of a nostalgic feeling than gazing at space. He recognized the scent, a being much like himself close by in proximity. Averting his gaze from the night sky, he would allow them to shift over to the direction of the scent. The pale, white girl wouldn't be hard to spot out of her dark surroundings. Fraenir raised an eyebrow, as she clearly exhibited quen'thallian traits. His only qualm was that he hadn't seen any of his own kind in years. Descending from the tree, he would land gracefully before taking his time stepping towards the girl. Crossing his arms once he was a foot away, he decided to address her.
"Interesting, I wasn't aware that I wasn't alone."
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 14:27:30 GMT -5
The sound of a body hitting the floor snaps Morrigan out of her hypnotized state, out of her mind, and in that moment where she is free of it's confines she immediately turns around in one motion and stands up to confront the person; when she did, the look of shock and surprise on her face is too much for words to describe.
Immediately, without a moment of hesitation, she knew that the other one standing in front of her is one of her own kind! Her mouth is wide open along with her eyes, and the shock of it took her a step back - this nearly throwing her into the pond she had lost herself in for hours. There is no way this could be real, no way that this person in front of her could be one of her own! He wasn't aware he wasn't alone? He wasn't? She wasn't. She couldn't... Her lips were quivering, her tongue desperately trying to move to form some sort of sound, but nothing would come out. Too in shock, too much in a daze, Morrigan is too sure she's dreaming.
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 14:44:57 GMT -5
Fraenir raised an eyebrow, finding the girl's reaction to be rather cute. Though he understood the situation she was in, how abstruse it was to find herself standing face-to-face with one of her own when all of her kind should have been extinct. Rather, he knew the situation, as he was experiencing it at the same time. Though it wasn't much of a shock to him, surely he couldn't have been the only quen'thall to survive. With such a reaction, though, he couldn't help but wonder how young the girl before him was, and how she had managed to survive. Hopefully she would see the meeting as he had, amelioration to his previous status with newfound hope that there were more than just them. For now, however, he wouldn't get too far ahead of himself.
"Can you speak? Interesting, you seem rather amazed."
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 14:49:06 GMT -5
Inside of Morrigan's body and mind, she could feel something foreign begin to manifest inside of her. She couldn't explain this feeling, couldn't come to understand what it is just like she couldn't understand how she's face to face with someone that shouldn't exist! She had spent so long, her entire life looking for another one just like her, and in those one hundred odd years she is found first by the famous living dead! Words couldn't paint a picture clear enough to depict what is happening right now, words were rather meaningless in general.
"Y-Yes."
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 15:12:16 GMT -5
Her speech was a bit hesitant, causing Fraenir to think a bit more. Was he that intimidating or had the poor girl still not had the reality of the situation set in? He would cross his arms, deciding to choose his words carefully as the child seemed callow in nature.Looking down, he would make sure his eyes met hers before speaking once more, noting how her crimson hues matched his. "Calm down, it's not like it's that surprising," he would begin while taking a seat. Patting the ground next to him, he would look back up at the girl.
"Come, sit. Clearly we have much to talk about."
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 17:23:49 GMT -5
Calm down, she had to calm down! This is the moment she has waited her entire life for! Someone else whom she can call her own (kind), someone else who she could really trust! Everything inside of Morrigan wanted to scream in celebration and excitement, yet none of those emotions would show on her barren countenance. Standing there, desperately trying to regain her composure, it's all she can do to listen to the other's friendly suggestion. So, without much hesitation once she regained control of her own body, she sat in front of the other - staring at him unblinking, much like a ghost.
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 17:34:16 GMT -5
His eyes remained intently focused on the girl, as she finally decided to move and comply by sitting down with him. He would raise a knee up and rest an arm on it casually, as though he were already at home by the pond. Giving her time to breathe and cool down a bit, he would find that all she could do was stare at him. It was a bit uncomfortable, and the fact that he felt that way intrigued him. He was not one to revel in many humane emotions.
"So, what is your name?"
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 17:54:24 GMT -5
Name, name, name... What is it in a name? There's no time to be quoting works not of this time! Shaking her head softly, as if trying to organize her thoughts, it's only then that her eyes shifted from the mail and down to her feet which lay sprawled out in front of her not too far ahead. "M-Morrigan." she speaks in a timid voice, not remembering the last time she had ever spoke her name to the atmosphere. Quite frankly, she was almost sure she forgot everything about herself period! "Morrigan Faust!" she exclaims suddenly, leaning forward with excitement as her frail lips quiver into a broken smile for just a moment, eyes returning to the male in front of her.
This is so exciting! This is almost too much! This is another one of her kind that is alive! They are probably the only two left in all of the world! What's his name? What's his name? What's his name? What's his name?!
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