Post by Jade-ness on Oct 23, 2004 0:07:50 GMT -5
God, stop pressuring me people! Here's my application. I know Kahlan said I was already in, but I want to do this just like everyone else because special treatment shouldn't be allowed, so here is my application short story!
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[glow=magenta,2,300]Kindred[/glow]
She moved through the forests and down the path as though she were naught but a shadow, gliding o'er the pressed dirt paths that were so familiar to her now. Blessed, she felt, to have such a home that was as hospitible and free as this. She had a look about her that was neither young nor was it old, although it shone through on her face that she was both at the same time. She had an elegance about her, a gentle temper that moved through her and around everything she passed by. In the moonlight over the fields, over the streams and forests she bathed in the glow of her maker and protector. The mother earth was what she loved, more than anything. Dusky auburn locks looked pale gold in the bright light of the heavens and her beautiful eyes sparkled like diamonds as she moved silently through the woods. Unafraid, of course. She had no reason to be afraid. Not here, not in her home. She carefully moved branches as she neared the path's end, coming to a spot that she had always loved to come and sit in peace. There was a stream that flowed from here, down through the mountains and into the great river that emptied into the sea far beyond her to Ulster's shore. Here she knew only the pond and the old weeping willow tree who provided her with companionship each time she visited this spot to bask in its serenity. Small white flowers hid themselves from the travelers by the banks of the still waters. She sat, making herself comfortable, tucking her legs underneath her as she leaned over the patch of the small white bell shaped blossoms.
A statuesque hand reached forwards and a fingertip touched the blossom as she smiled. There was a spark, a soft silvery spark, hinting of majick as contact between her warm skin and the cool silk of the petals was made and as if awakened from a long sleep the flower slowly opened, soaking up the silvery light around it. Very soon after the others followed. She smiled, almost laughed at the flowers which had trusted in her and opened up to her their deepest secrets by blooming for her. sitting on the soft grass, her plain cotton dress folding around her ankles she let bare toes curls in the grass beneath her as she watched the petals yawn and stretch and then come out to see her. Many creatures of this valley claimed her as friend and knew her well. She was far to gentle to harm any of the beautiful flora and fauna that she loved so dear, and they knew this. They sometimes brought her word of the villages below the Valley, which was located on a steppe on the mountainside she called home. Secretly a part of her wished to leave her Master and see what the village would be like, see the ones that looked like her. But Master forbid such a thing and told her that she was not like them. She wanted to be like them.
She had been sitting, admiring the beauty of the flowers, lillies they were, in their full glory when suddenly another sound carried on the night breeze affronted her ears. It was the sound of human voices. She cringed and whipped her head around, drawing her hand back from the tiny blooms and freezing in panic at the sound. The flowers heard it too, like a gong going off in a symphony of chime and intruding on their simple melody. Immediately they retreated back into hiding, the blooms folding up in such a hurry that Aranyaka didn't even have the time to say goodbye. She breathed silently and sharply, looking up to see who it was that had disturbed her peaceful resting. Her eyes, shining in the dim light, came down to rest on not what she had initially anticipated, not a threat, but a lone woodsman cutting through the brush. She tilted her head slightly as she saw him standing there. It had been a very very long time since she had last communicated with one . She retilted her head again, propping her slender body up on the ground with her arm. She looked as though she could have been carved out of marble, like a masterpiece, a life's work that had finally resulted in perfection. He skin was creamy and tight over the shape of her body, well rounded and well proportioned. Watching him, he had stooped down and set by him sime kindling. Striking a stone on a piece of metal she watched as a spark flew from his hands and into the tinder. A fire blazed up from it and caused her to recoil. It made enough noise that the woodsman looked up, fear in his eyes.
He withdrew a blade from his boot and listened, but Ara made no more sounds. Sometimes the humans scared her greatly. Master had told her of the kinds of destruction they could wreak on their kind. Still, she hoped that not all of the humans could be as Master said. Perhaps... this one was not? But the knife, it startled her. She felt that perhaps she should leave, but her natural curiousity was overwhelming and a part of her yearned to be with her bipedal breathern from time to time and so she stood, inching her way towards the fire. The man looked up and drew the knife but froze at the sight laid before him, the beautiful young woman in naught by a shift with light colored hair tumbling freely down her shoulders watching in silence. He stood as well, in consternation. He took a few steps towards her with a questioning look, lowering but not resheathing the knife.
"Miss..." he said softly. She tilted her head at him expectantly. "Are you... alright?" he asked, coming upon her with an expression of doubt. She raised only her hand and laid a finger to his lips. He caught his breath at the touch and obeyed her. Though she remained silent, her eyes searching over his face, there was mirthful laughter in her rosy smile. He was handsome, rugged, clearly attractive and soft spoken. He was not at home here, but he was not out of home either. His dress was simple. She assumed him to be one of those exiled from the cities below the Valley sent to survive on his own, or perhaps a scout. Sometimes, her Master said, many humans came here looking for something, though He had never told her what. She looked over him thoroughly before flitting her eyes back to his face. A delicate hand raised and laid gently across his cheek, eyelids dropping just enough to convey obvious and alluring affection for him before she raised up onto her toes andplaced a small kiss at the corner of his mouth. Flustered the man wanted to speak but could not. She laid her fingers over her own lips to stifle a giggle and then turned to leave.
"Wait!" The man called as she moved off into the darkness. "What is your name?" She glanced back with a coy smile, but said nothing. The man blinked and then rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again there was only the forest. "Hello? Miss?" he called into the night. But there was no response, for she was already gone...
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This is about all I know about my character.. I scrapped the original idea. I'll need to talk to Kahlan to flesh out some stuff... but I hope it's good.
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[glow=magenta,2,300]Kindred[/glow]
She moved through the forests and down the path as though she were naught but a shadow, gliding o'er the pressed dirt paths that were so familiar to her now. Blessed, she felt, to have such a home that was as hospitible and free as this. She had a look about her that was neither young nor was it old, although it shone through on her face that she was both at the same time. She had an elegance about her, a gentle temper that moved through her and around everything she passed by. In the moonlight over the fields, over the streams and forests she bathed in the glow of her maker and protector. The mother earth was what she loved, more than anything. Dusky auburn locks looked pale gold in the bright light of the heavens and her beautiful eyes sparkled like diamonds as she moved silently through the woods. Unafraid, of course. She had no reason to be afraid. Not here, not in her home. She carefully moved branches as she neared the path's end, coming to a spot that she had always loved to come and sit in peace. There was a stream that flowed from here, down through the mountains and into the great river that emptied into the sea far beyond her to Ulster's shore. Here she knew only the pond and the old weeping willow tree who provided her with companionship each time she visited this spot to bask in its serenity. Small white flowers hid themselves from the travelers by the banks of the still waters. She sat, making herself comfortable, tucking her legs underneath her as she leaned over the patch of the small white bell shaped blossoms.
A statuesque hand reached forwards and a fingertip touched the blossom as she smiled. There was a spark, a soft silvery spark, hinting of majick as contact between her warm skin and the cool silk of the petals was made and as if awakened from a long sleep the flower slowly opened, soaking up the silvery light around it. Very soon after the others followed. She smiled, almost laughed at the flowers which had trusted in her and opened up to her their deepest secrets by blooming for her. sitting on the soft grass, her plain cotton dress folding around her ankles she let bare toes curls in the grass beneath her as she watched the petals yawn and stretch and then come out to see her. Many creatures of this valley claimed her as friend and knew her well. She was far to gentle to harm any of the beautiful flora and fauna that she loved so dear, and they knew this. They sometimes brought her word of the villages below the Valley, which was located on a steppe on the mountainside she called home. Secretly a part of her wished to leave her Master and see what the village would be like, see the ones that looked like her. But Master forbid such a thing and told her that she was not like them. She wanted to be like them.
She had been sitting, admiring the beauty of the flowers, lillies they were, in their full glory when suddenly another sound carried on the night breeze affronted her ears. It was the sound of human voices. She cringed and whipped her head around, drawing her hand back from the tiny blooms and freezing in panic at the sound. The flowers heard it too, like a gong going off in a symphony of chime and intruding on their simple melody. Immediately they retreated back into hiding, the blooms folding up in such a hurry that Aranyaka didn't even have the time to say goodbye. She breathed silently and sharply, looking up to see who it was that had disturbed her peaceful resting. Her eyes, shining in the dim light, came down to rest on not what she had initially anticipated, not a threat, but a lone woodsman cutting through the brush. She tilted her head slightly as she saw him standing there. It had been a very very long time since she had last communicated with one . She retilted her head again, propping her slender body up on the ground with her arm. She looked as though she could have been carved out of marble, like a masterpiece, a life's work that had finally resulted in perfection. He skin was creamy and tight over the shape of her body, well rounded and well proportioned. Watching him, he had stooped down and set by him sime kindling. Striking a stone on a piece of metal she watched as a spark flew from his hands and into the tinder. A fire blazed up from it and caused her to recoil. It made enough noise that the woodsman looked up, fear in his eyes.
He withdrew a blade from his boot and listened, but Ara made no more sounds. Sometimes the humans scared her greatly. Master had told her of the kinds of destruction they could wreak on their kind. Still, she hoped that not all of the humans could be as Master said. Perhaps... this one was not? But the knife, it startled her. She felt that perhaps she should leave, but her natural curiousity was overwhelming and a part of her yearned to be with her bipedal breathern from time to time and so she stood, inching her way towards the fire. The man looked up and drew the knife but froze at the sight laid before him, the beautiful young woman in naught by a shift with light colored hair tumbling freely down her shoulders watching in silence. He stood as well, in consternation. He took a few steps towards her with a questioning look, lowering but not resheathing the knife.
"Miss..." he said softly. She tilted her head at him expectantly. "Are you... alright?" he asked, coming upon her with an expression of doubt. She raised only her hand and laid a finger to his lips. He caught his breath at the touch and obeyed her. Though she remained silent, her eyes searching over his face, there was mirthful laughter in her rosy smile. He was handsome, rugged, clearly attractive and soft spoken. He was not at home here, but he was not out of home either. His dress was simple. She assumed him to be one of those exiled from the cities below the Valley sent to survive on his own, or perhaps a scout. Sometimes, her Master said, many humans came here looking for something, though He had never told her what. She looked over him thoroughly before flitting her eyes back to his face. A delicate hand raised and laid gently across his cheek, eyelids dropping just enough to convey obvious and alluring affection for him before she raised up onto her toes andplaced a small kiss at the corner of his mouth. Flustered the man wanted to speak but could not. She laid her fingers over her own lips to stifle a giggle and then turned to leave.
"Wait!" The man called as she moved off into the darkness. "What is your name?" She glanced back with a coy smile, but said nothing. The man blinked and then rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again there was only the forest. "Hello? Miss?" he called into the night. But there was no response, for she was already gone...
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This is about all I know about my character.. I scrapped the original idea. I'll need to talk to Kahlan to flesh out some stuff... but I hope it's good.
