Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Sept 29, 2013 20:35:39 GMT -6
She never let herself forget it; She lived. She died, And was reborn. Or was she? Perhaps she was still Dead, or even Undead, Whatever the case, she was no longer simply an Elf. The great White wings upon her back were a constant reminder that she wasn't just an Amazon anymore. She Died, she was slain, drained of her lifesource, lifeblood, deceased, killed, moved on... She shook her head, no. That was the part she hadn't gotten to. The Moving on. Hundreds of years ago, yet the concept of it still haunted her.
She had ascended to a higher plane of existence, she was chosen to live a second life... yes, that must be it. Coming to Wildgard really made that clear. She was chosen. Not the only one mind you, but Chosen none-the-less.
Valourie Sighed, "Are we Dead? Are we Alive? Have we been Reborn, higher beings... like Gods?" She looked around at the blurs of people moving below her, unaware of the Winged woman perched high above them. "Or... am I just a spirit manifested...an extra planar... haunting these people..." Most often, she soared the skies through the clouds, consorting with birds, dancing with the eagles. In the presence of the Gods, a Glorified fighter of Valhalla dabbling in White Magics and Spiritual Spells. A winged wonder.
Though with her Amazon Tribe, in Life, they made her feel human. Only to make her realize that meant feeling their joys, their pains, their hopes and dreams. Watching Sickness and old age take them. Watching them Die. Sometimes she wished Immortality would leave her to rot. To leave her a Landwalker like the rest of them.
She arched her back and stood, swaying in the wind atop a tall tall tree. Gliding down to the ground behind the tavern she pulled off her Leather mask and shoved it into a shoulderbag. Pulling her wings into her back with a strange airy sound, she took a look around the corner. The people of Wildgard bustling back and forth, it was time for her to meet them, if she had any Idea what her Tribe members would face Once they finally arrived. She quickly ducked around the corner and followed the crowd through the Square.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 1, 2013 13:30:07 GMT -6
The wind was beginning to have bite to it now. It wasn't cold. It merely carried the smell and warning of the cooler months on it, as though the earth was inhaling all the warmth it had released during the summer. This was how the world breathed. Between states of changed, there was always the hover of anticipation, of waiting. And so it was at the edge of the square, Aalis blindly watching the citizens bumble through the square. Absentmindedly, her eyes jumped to a new person to track. A cloaked figure. Wisps of red and blond wandered stray from the hood, and Aalis turned to watch this figure pass by, with out even thinking much on it.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 2, 2013 11:10:30 GMT -6
She didn't have the time to make a fluid transition, the decision itself was made on a whim. There was only so much isolation she could take, Waiting on the sidelines. So She wanted to take a look around Wildgard, what detrimental danger could there be for a new face with no cause to alarm? Then the thought crossed her mind. After a few weeks of watching these people, time and time again there was violence, Every week there was some threat to the Citizens and always a commotion. She began to feel nervous, what if the Fire Giant came back? What if this one time she touched ground was the time a war broke loose? Without her Tribe, Valourie was a sitting duck. Suddenly she regretted the decision to swoop in on the townsfolk. Eyes darting side to side suspicious of everyone. She met the eyes of everyone, for at least a moment.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 2, 2013 11:33:21 GMT -6
For a brief moment, their lines of sight collided. Aalis stared directly into this stranger's eyes for all of a moment, before the other looked away again. It was enough to bring her out of her reverie though, so now she watched this woman with increased intensity. Something about the way she was moving was very anxious. Aalis' eyes narrowed slightly, and she began to slowly wander after this woman through the crowd. She wasn't entirely sure what, but there was something about this stranger that made her very out of place, besides the obvious mystery of her cloak.
Within the last few weeks, Aalis had been struggling to keep her human form. Her feline tendencies were building, and it frustrated her to no end. Often, she'd wander away from town, and away from Guile, to find a quiet place to relax; and to slip into her more feline form. But these short breaks were few and far between. So now, as she stalked this person through the crowd, she couldn't help but feel that side stir. Her eyes had focused into slits, rather than staying more rounded and... human. But she didn't notice. Her focus was entirely on the woman, and what was making her act so strangely.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 5, 2013 10:28:13 GMT -6
Valourie began to panic, she didn't feel disguised at all, She shot a glance over her shoulder expecting to see her large white wings, but nothing was there. She pulled the hood farther over her face '...how suspicious! I should just act normally. I'm a traveler here, a visitor, Just like any one of them.' But she couldn't help but hide her features. 'If I'm forced to fight here, and now, I might as well give them all of our plans and secrets. This is far too out of proportion.' She hurried her steps, keeping her face and laced mouth turned and downward, ducking around a corner and flattening against a wall out of sight.
'I'm not ready to toss this disguise... I'm being followed, but I won't give in that easily.'
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 8, 2013 14:19:02 GMT -6
The last thing Aalis saw was a swish of a blood-red cloak. Then the figure was gone; disappeared around a corner. She only realized just how fast she'd been chasing this stranger when she tried to skid to a halt before the alley that the woman disappeared into. Her jaw clenched and she felt unease stir in her stomach. 'Who is this person...? What are they hiding?' she wondered. A few memories stirred in her head of encounters with terrible and violent people, but she suppressed them. A canine gnawed at her lower lip as she debated a moment longer... then quickly strode around the corner, with her hand on the hilt of her rapier.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 8, 2013 14:50:47 GMT -6
The Black threads binding her mouth shut tore and bled a little more, her mouth ajar and silently rasping for air. She drew her sword and held it outright "Stop right there!" She shouted, the taste of blood on her lips. Heart racing. Raising her Buckler and peering over it's rim as the Pursuer came into view. 'Why are you following me?, what business do you have?' She had so many questions but she saved them for now.
Valourie hadn't expected anyone to catch on to her presence so quickly. Save for the Demons and other Extra-planar beings... She managed to go an Entire day scouting before someone confronted her. But why this one. 'Calm Down Val, don't let a Mortal throw you so Easily.' She straightened her posture and steadied her blade.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 8, 2013 23:31:15 GMT -6
Frozen in place, she quickly took in the figure before her. Aalis' eyes were drawn to the stitches on the woman's mouth first, and to her eyes. A blazing and frantic energy flared there. The other figure straightened, and all initial signs of being caught off guard disappeared. The stranger was taller, and held a much more trained and practiced stance. However, Aalis' rapier was still at her side with her hand firmly clenched around it. Straightening her own posture in turn, she continued to eye the person in front of her, studying for anything that might help her understand what they would be so keen to hide. Her leathers were patchworked, but well made... her clothes were not even close to average female wear... and there were symbols and runes on many things she wore, particularly the mark of Tyr. This was definitely a stranger to these lands.
Yet, now that she was standing here, in an alley with a stranger that she has no business with, there was nothing she could think of to say. She was hiding something big, and she didn't belong here, that was for sure. But there was no way to actually know if this was in malevolence, or just someone in hiding, or a messenger, or maybe just a traveler between lands. Frustration turned her face into a slight scowl, and the slits of her eyes narrowed further. She took a half step back, turning her body sideways into a more defensive position, still ready to draw her weapon.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 9, 2013 20:33:33 GMT -6
Valourie's eyes narrowed, 'That last gesture was just like looking into my reflection.' She thought. Taking note of the equally haughty female. The cloaked amazon had the upper hand, or so she thought, controlling the situation she took a split second to try and analyze who she was talking to. "Why are you following me?" She asked outright, spacing out the rapid accumulation of inquiries. 'She doesn't strike me as dangerous, let alone malicious. So why?'
Self-consciously she followed her gaze down to her own attire and pulled the cloak more tightly around her with her free hand. Covering the main portion of her armors.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 11, 2013 0:44:11 GMT -6
Eyes following the movements of the stranger, Aalis twitched up an eyebrow as the other shrouded herself further with her deep red cloak. Choosing to ignore the woman's question, she merely returned the tone and cadence in a question of her own. "Why, or what, are you hiding?" She wondered if she really wanted to know the answer, but she was still compelled to stay and figure out the strange and shadowy woman standing in front of her. She pondered the cording that held her lips closed. It was intriguing, but if adrenaline wasn't still roaring through her veins, she would have balked at the first sight of it. A begrudging admiration for the stranger was already growing, so Aalis led her gaze back up to meet eyes again. She looked for signs that would help her identify thoughts, or feelings, or anything at all that explained something about this strange woman.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 11, 2013 11:05:39 GMT -6
Valourie sighed, 'A Vigilante' She thought, Her gaze becoming lax. Though her swordarm was still as poised, she disregarded the threat almost immediately. The Antique Valkyrie had seen this type before... though she admired her resilience. 'She must be with the Town Guard, or the Church perhaps...' Remembering the persistence of the Church boy Thistle and others of his kind. 'Maybe she knows...' Her eyes Narrowed, choking back the fear of being unveiled. 'Maybe she does, but who would believe her without proof? A lone Vigilante crying Wolf, Angel, Trespasser... Who would aide her? Who would care?' Realizing she had spent enough time in mysterious silence, she huffed.
"I'm not hiding anything, what are YOU hiding?" She asked, against her best efforts the Woman piqued her curiousity. "You're the one who came sweeping around the corner after a complete Stranger without conviction. What is your Business here? Am I not entitled to defend myself in this land?"
The Valkyrie smiled internally, she felt the rise of her own confidence, and expected a decline in her opposing interrogator.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 13, 2013 22:01:33 GMT -6
The red-cloaked woman sighed then spent a moment in silence, making Aalis become even more tense and defensive as she was watched in silence. However, the slight relax in her guard was still noticed by sharp feline eyes. With her left hand, she caught the edge of her cloak and brought it in closer to herself without thinking about it. Then, her mostly hidden human ears twitched, as the stranger huffed, in preparation for speech. A slight smirk appeared on her face and sparked her eyes, just ever so slightly, as she listened to the overly secretive woman try to defend herself with questions. She relaxed in turn, rolling her shoulders back to release them from some of their tension. And with a blink, the feline slits of her eyes were once again just circular human pupils.
"You see, I'm not really hiding much. Your demeanor was suspicious enough to warrant that you were possibly just another blackened figure wandering into these sad lands. That is why I followed you. I did not do so to reign judgement or any such thing to force you to be so defensive."She took a step toward the wall and turned slightly back to the passersby outside the alley for a moment with a sweeping glance. Then she focused again on the stranger, raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit. "But since you're not malevolent, then surely you wouldn't mind explaining your presence. ...Correct?"
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 13, 2013 22:19:46 GMT -6
Valourie opened her mouth to a quick retort and decided against it. 'She has a point, if I want to maintain the Innocent visitor, I have to behave as such.' She dropped her guard and sheathed her sword. "My Name is Valourie." and that was all she said. Not so much as raising her hand for a handshake. "I'm no more than a visitor here in these Sad lands, as you put it. I have been watching the people of Wildgard for some weeks... If you must agree that not everyone here is trustworthy upon first encounter down a shadowed alleyway." She scoffed. "You must be one of the few good folk, I daresay such a person still exists."
Valourie let the stranger settle, not asking for a name, though not rejecting it if it were to come, Merely spent a moment to silently Judge the woman before her. A Woman warrior, That in itself was enough to catch her attention, let alone the attitude and perseverance... She raised an eyebrow, was she buying it? The Angel in disguise tried to delve deeper into the intentions cramped in the alleyway. To really get an idea of who she was dealing with, she couldn't ask too many of the heavy questions, or ask any at all. She had to let her Divine gifts do the rest.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 13, 2013 23:04:46 GMT -6
"Fairclaw" was the even shorter response of identification. She let her hand fall from the hilt of her own rapier as Valourie sheathed her sword, then laid her arms across each other over her abdomen. "You could say this, I suppose. Though I would think I'm more of a motley of both vices and virtues." she replied, with a slight scoff to her tone. Though she caught the trailing edge of her statement, she didn't respond to it. instead, she looked away again, and leaned back against the alley wall. The stone was cold and she felt it even through the warmth of her cloak. It didn't bother her though, the feeling of cold stone was nothing new.
Sighing quietly, her gaze went back to Valourie, who still looked more flag pole than 'visitor'. Aalis had looked back just in time to catch a raised eyebrow on said flag pole, and raised her own in silent reply. It was both frustrating and refreshing to find someone who almost seemed to mirror herself. It did nothing but pique her interest even more. 'Who is she really though, and why is she such a mystery?'
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Oct 14, 2013 2:07:29 GMT -6
The Angel just watched her speak with a quizzical suspicion. 'Vices and Virtues?' Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second to display a sort of scowl, and then it was gone. She felt unnerved suddenly and the urge to be on the move set in. 'I'm definitely not staying around long enough for you to elaborate...' she stuttered steps toward the Warrioress, trying to bypass her and out of the alleyway. However, the way she leaned may have purposely blocked her path. Valourie was sporting too much equipment to simply slide by. The Cloak did a decent job of hiding her armors and sigils, but the short sword on her left hip, stuck out beneath her cloak like a sore thumb, the quiver of arrows likewise on her right hip. Satchel slung over her shoulder, resting on her back... the gap was too narrow, and Val found herself standing awkwardly before her.
'It's no Use...' She thought, 'I'm not reading anything off her but the mutual connection of fascination and suspicion. The Curiosity is overwhelming and I have too much at risk to play mortal guessing-games.' She frowned, stealing a glance at her eyes. "Excuse me, I have an agenda." She tried to muster a polite tone of voice, and something deep down told her, she was far from done the lack of conversation with the Warrioress. And almost regretted leaving before getting a more accurate impression. At least, at the very least, she had the same methods of greeting the darkness as the Angel herself did.
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