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Post by Aelia on Apr 1, 2009 22:28:17 GMT -5
**Gasping in surprise as she is suddenly lifted off her feet, Aelia quickly recovers and settles into the knight's arms and looks dreamily into his eyes, her line of vision completely obscured except for the angel-like apparition of the brawny man who was holding her.**
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Post by Moss on Apr 2, 2009 14:43:31 GMT -5
**Compleatly oblivious to how Aelia is gazing at the knight, Noxica continues to move forwards. A murmur, or squeal is heard once and a while, but the animals that make them stay hidden, watching the nymph and the strangers.** We'll be out soon... **This, she can only tell because of her connection to the swamp: the forest of sunken trees and murky shrubs is so dense, it shows no difference.**
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Post by Mystery on Apr 5, 2009 13:34:57 GMT -5
Sir Kreuzeritter looked down at Aelia, before looking back up at Noxica and minding where he put his feet. He didn't want to slip and fall, or drop the woman. His brother, Sir Lowengruppe, would have his head if he ever dropped a lady. He rolled his eyes mentally at his brother, then nodding slightly to Noxica.
"Alright... thank you." 'Amazing how she can find her way threw this place. It seems as if we are getting no where! The trees and swamp are still the same...'
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Post by Aelia on Apr 12, 2009 16:57:24 GMT -5
**Not having to traipse through the dense marshy surroundings, Aelia finally is able to take note of her surroundings.** There certainly could be some changes to the swamp, but if you look up it's not so bad... **The elf thinks, looking around, vaguely.** Hey, is that a break in the trees? **She asks, rising up in the knight's arms to point towards a shaft of light coming up in front of them.**
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Post by Moss on Apr 26, 2009 11:19:30 GMT -5
**Noxica stops, and turns to look at Aelia.** A break? **Her milky eyes blink as she tries to figure out what the Elf means. It's unlikely that she would care if the trees around here were broken, but she seems pretty interested.**
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Post by Mystery on Apr 26, 2009 19:23:35 GMT -5
Sir Kreuzritter continues to follow Noxica, and stopps a little while later a few feet away.
"She means an opening in the trees. A break in the trees, like an opening where there arn't any trees." He said with a blink at the elf in his hands before looking at Noxica. The swamp creature mustn't have been out in the opening or away from this place. She didn't know much about 'their' ways. He frowned, thoughtful for a few moments.
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Post by Moss on Apr 27, 2009 16:49:12 GMT -5
**Noxica nods slowly, turning the words over in her head. Deciding that she probably won't understand anyways, she pushes it out of her mind, and glides forwards. Aelia's hypothesis turns out to be true: the trees thin out and light from the sun begins to compete with the flame of the nymph's lantern. Finally, she stops.
Here, the trees have become almost normal, and, away from the mud and shadows, Noxica is clearly visible for what she is. Her clawed feet, like giant bird's, rest on dry ground, somehow free of mud, like her baggy pants. In sunlight, the smooth teal skin that covers her and her tail turns to an almost opalescent green, and the blue membranes of her wings taint the light that shines through them.
Milky, pupil-less eyes look at the strangers and, she wait for them to move. Even at the edge of the swamp, Noxica feels nervous, and thoughts of her last attempt to leave fill her mind. She'd almost died then, and the only thing that had saved her was a stream that had brought her back to this place, her life source.** Here you are....
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Post by Mystery on May 16, 2009 15:05:32 GMT -5
Sir Kreuzeritter looked at the creature in surprise. He quickly shook it away, finding it rude to stare. He had never seen a creature like that, wondering how it managed to get here in the first place. It was amazing as it was weird... not weird.. but different. He noticed very slightly the creatures responce to being at the edge, so he quickened out of the thick swamp and gently put Aelia down on her feet on the dry ground.
He turned to Noxica annd smiled greatfully.
"Thank you. I am very greatful."
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Post by Moss on May 17, 2009 21:33:56 GMT -5
**Noxica tips her head and looks at the knight. How could anyone be thankful to leave the swamp? It was such a magical place. She blinks once, then twice, before shuffling her clawed feet.** It wasss no problem... **She hisses uneasily.**
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Post by Mystery on Jun 7, 2009 19:12:47 GMT -5
Sir Kreuzeritter nodded. "I can return to my castle now, if it weren't for you I'd surely be lost! You have quite the skill to keep track of your wareabouts in theis place." He tipped his helmet slightly with his thanks, and stepped forward a few paces. He turned to the lady he was carrying a few moments ago. His brother would have KILLED him if tey knew he'd left a lady out here in the middle of no where.
"Do you have a place to stay? Or do you know where your going?"
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Post by Moss on Jun 7, 2009 21:43:48 GMT -5
**Her social skills more obviously lacking by the minute, Noxica hisses quietly, sliding her extra wing-bones back and forth. She turns back to her swamp, and, with one last look at the odd outsiders, steps in. The trees seem to swallow her, or welcome her, really, and she disappears with a swish of her muscular tail.**
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Post by Aelia on Jun 9, 2009 17:35:34 GMT -5
**Aelia waves a delicate hand towards the creature.** She should try wearing blue.. blue would definitely set off her eyes.. **the elf murmurs, shaking her head at the fashion tragedy that she was leaving behind. Turning back towards the knight, Aelia smiles in the most ladylike she knew how.** Thank you, kind sir, for the offer, but I must head south to return to my family. You have my eternal gratitudes for rescuing me from that swamp. If not for you I surely would have perished. **She says theatrically, completely forgetting about Noxica's role.** Adieu.. and perhaps we'll meet again? **The elf flutters her eyelashes, then on impulse reaches up and kisses Sir Kreuzeritter. Now with a devilish look in her eye, Aelia scampers off towards the direction she had mentioned, moving with the speed and grace only known to elves.**
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Post by Mystery on Jun 15, 2009 20:08:37 GMT -5
Sir Kruzeritter watches Noxica disapear, before turning his attention back to Aelia. He nodded, perfectly understanding that she needed to go home. After all, that's where he was headed. Back home with his family and castle.
"It was nothing." He said, dismissing the matter with a small wave of his hand. But she did something unexpected to him. She reached up and kissed him. Not really sure to be surprised or not, he was silent as she ran up the hill.
He watched her leave, not sure if he was still surprised by her kiss or by the way and how fast she could run. Shaking his head, he trudged off, walking back towards dry and hard land, knowing his horse was waiting for him somewhere.
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Post by Moss on Aug 10, 2009 22:49:30 GMT -5
**Little does Kruzeritter know that his horse is currently tromping through the swamp he's just left. In front of the horse, quietly leading it into the trees is Noxica. Looking into it's black eyes with her milky ones, she barely smiles, and, petting his head, croons something only the two of them can understand. The mutated nymph has never seen a horse, but, being an animal spirit now, instead of a plant one, she has no trouble communicating, and her 'words' probably translate to something like, 'Come on into my swamp... I've never seen anything like you before. What's your name?'. Of course, she has no trouble admitting this 'stranger' into her swamp. After all, its an animal, like her and her subjects, right?**
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Post by Mystery on Aug 16, 2009 22:34:47 GMT -5
((LOL! Purdy hooooooooooorse..... XDDD))
Sir Kruzeritter stops. Wondering. Where was his horse? was it still in the swamps? Turning around, he jogged back to the marsh. The creature was away already. Bummer. He frowned. "Curse my bad luck." He scratched the side of his helemt, to show his confusion.
Straightening up, he returned to the swamp, quickly fidning a trace of his beloved horse. Footprints. Through the swamp muck. Perfect. Smilling, he jogged off as best as he could, which wasn't realy good, but anyways, off to find his horse!
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