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<following has been edited and added to from play, and the mind> Myles wandered the land mostly in the form of a wolf until he sensed people at the Inn, and something else caught his attention � the essence of a wolf inside. He knew not how or why he sensed it, but he did none the less, and so he turned back into his natural form and slowly quietly entered the Inn that night. He seen Kylie and knew it was her, but she was not like the rest in the Inn she too could sense what he was the evil of the night � kindred. Kylie left with the man names Vash by boat Myles sensed as he slept the sleep of the dead that day, so Myles would wait for her return too talk to her once more. He knew she would be back she left a family waiting at home. Then his eyes came upon the artist Crsyania � Crysania leans back and wisks the tea cup up in a charcoal smudged hand but pays it no mind, she considers her alterations, holding the page out before her then placing it back on her lap. As the night sky grew darker and the moon rose into the sky the pack got restless as they approached the wooded clearing from within the Inn the howl of wolves could be heard near by. And one man stood amongst these wolves staring at the Inn he knew she was in there he could read her mind now sense her. Crysania makes a few final marks then closes the book. She takes a few more sips of tea then notices the smudges her fingers make. Pulling out a cloth, she cleans her hands as best as possible on cloth that looks like she uses it for such a purpose often -Crysania- Hello my artist friend... is heard deep within her mind. Crysania almost drops the cloth on the floor as the voice filters through her head once again. She quickly picks the cloth up and tucks it away..."uh...hello. You are back?" She had almost convinced herself that she had dreamt the going-ons of the night before... -Crysania- Yes and I can tell you are intrigued.... Myles walks out of the woods into the clearing basking in the moonlight his eyes intent on the Inn as he watches. Crysania puts the rest of her supplies away, obviously flustered, "and what if I was? Anybody is intriqued by a mystery." She didn't like bodiless voices in her mind telling her what she was thinking. -Crysania- Come meet your bodiless voice .... I am here outside for you.... Crysania freezes, remembering how the elf had mentioned danger the night before...but to find out if this voice was fact or fiction tempts her. She stands and her hand strays to the hilt of her sword..."Will I be safe?" she whispers. -Crysania- You will be safe I promise you know harm.... Myles walks over to a tree near the front door and casually leans against it the shadows covering all but his lower legs. Crysania still stands, should's and shouldn'ts running through her head. She takes a step closer to the door then stops. A sigh escapes her and finds a firmer grasp on her sword. If there is to be trouble, she can handle it. Or so she hopes. She goes to the door of the inn and opens it...she peers out into the shadows..."where are you?" -Crysania- Look for my eyes.... and you should, but I am sorry to say the sword won't help you. Myles looks at her with errie red glowing eyes... Crysania takes a step outside the door but keeps the other within the doorway; her single escape route. Her hand still clasps the sword, it might not help but it was comforting. She follows the voices directions and looks for eyes. Her gazes brushes from shadow to shadow until they look to the tree beside the door, almost right beside her. She gasps as she locks eyes with eyes that are definitely not human. -Crysania- Come to me look into my eyes.... Myles takes a step from the tree into her direction stoppin still his arms at his side the breeze slowly blowing at his long hair. Crysania feels herself starting to move forward dispite common sense screaming at her to turn and run. No, she would be all right, the inn wasn't that far away. The eyes are entrancing...her mind struggles for a moment and she stops..."what are you?" her voice still a whisper. -Crysania- I am a friend if you trust me ...... Myles moves quickly and before Crysania even knows it without seeing he is standing in front of her face to face a slight smile upon his face. Crysania 's face pales in fright as suddenly this being stands in front of her when a moment before several feet seperated them. She regains her composure and tilts her head to look up at him..."trust is not to be given out lightly...do you have a name?" She studies his features, wishing for a stick of chalk to be in her hand and paper before her. "You will know my name in time....Come walk with me and live the night," He holds out a hand for her . Crysania hesitates a moment then lets go of her sword. She gave up a right to reason when she followed directions from a voice in her head. She gently places her hand in his. "Show me what you will..." Myles walked with her loneliness had consumbed him since his embrace, and then he met Kylie and frieghtened her. Now he met this woman .... suddenly as they approaced the woods egde a pack of wolves loaped out to greet them. "What is your name my little artist?" Crysania seems a bit distracted as the wolves run out to them. The wolves do not seem to be attacking, so she does not fear. She has always admired wolves. She risks another glance back up to the mysterious stranger at her side, "Hmmm, you ask my name but won't give yours?" A faint smile plays on her lips. He reads her mind while they stood therr letting her become accustomed to the wolves. �Crysania what a beautiful name for a such a beautiful lady....� Crysania 's smile vanishes, "How did you guess my name? An unfair trade since I have nothing to call you" Myles brings Crysania's hand to his lips gently giving it a kiss, �You can call my Myles,� and he smiles to her looking deep into her eyes once again, �are you happy Crysania?� Crysania blushes and breaks his gaze by looking down, a shy gesture that lets her hair form a sort of veil in front of her face. "happy is a simple motion...everything in this moment is anything but simple." She peers safely up at him through a few fallen strands of hair. �Have you ever wondered about the night?� He looks down at his friends the wolf pack that had come to him, �These our my only friends I have had for years, so yes happiness is simple, but may mean a lot....� Crysania looks at the wolves and smiles in wonder, never has she been so close. "Yes, I wonder about the night, I try to capture it's fleeting images in smudges of chalk and charcoal. Never am I able to give it justice..." She holds a hand out to the nearest wolf so it might smell her scent. "They are friends you say?" The wolf cautiously approaches only until Myles talks to it does it get close enough � He slowly sqauted down to pet the wolf, and more approached. Crysania watches him pet the wolf a moment before pulling a page out from her book. It is a picture of a sunrise. Watercolor sun coloring watercolor clouds in brillant shades, she holds it out to him. "I can show you the sun if you wish, if you show me the night?" Her artists soul leaps at the chance to see more, experiance more, to capture those sights onto paper and canvas. <too be continued�> |
