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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 5 2010, 06:10 PM Post #401 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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The slamming of two doors startled Eve. He practically almost destroyed the door that led into the room that they were in. She watched as Shura knelt down by her and asked her rapidly about what had happened. Eve glared icily at Shura. What the hell was she to him? Just some sort of guardian that reports to him on the matter of Sayuri? There was no way in hell that she was going to say anything to him, especially after that lash out against her when she tried to tell and ask him for help regarding Sayuri. He just said that he wasn't a fellow mage, but he was wrong; she knew it. If only the idiot would listen and stop making excuses. And she especially won't tell him that Sayuri had been listening on the conversation, and that he had broken her heart so heartlessly that she didn't even have the chance to defend herself. She only watched the events slowly unravel itself and watched as Shura showed the utmost care for her mistress and blinked. What the hell is wrong with this man? Why won't he admit it that he loved her back? But it's too late... He forced her to lose her heart too soon, too quickly. * * * Sayuri never had such a scary dream in her life before. Just when she thought that those dreams of that man invaded her mind was horrible, this was far worse than she had expected. But... stoically, she wondered why she didn't feel anything anymore. The only thing she saw the images of Shura's face being torn to shreds several times over, her heart along with it. Her tears had never stopped flowing, even while she slept. Already, a first love and it hadn't even had time to bloom beautifully before it was crushed so harshly. Surrounding her was nothing; only absolute darkness. That was when the brown haired, blue eyed girl appeared before her, wearing the same clothes as she did. "Who are you?" Sayuri asked her. She smiled, "Someone you know very well." "How do I know you when I've never met you before?" Again, she continued to smile, "You'll find out soon enough..." When she woke up, she found herself staring blankly at the wall in front of her where Eve slept. She noticed Lancelot nearby, sleeping in the pouch with a bit of his white fur peeking out. She turned to her side and noticed Shura sleeping there, looking thoroughly fatigued. Why? Why was he here? Why did he even care? Moving without a sound, she walked to Eve and woke her up. "Mistr-" she stopped and then cried inwardly. Shura killed her smile... where was that smile when she saw her and Lancelot? "Good morning, Eve, Lancelot," she said almost mono-tonelessly. She fed Lancelot his food while Eve watched her with sadness that she didn't know she was capable of. Sayuri proceeded to wash herself up and then opened the windows. Her hair was still ebony black with chocolate warm eyes... They were no longer warm, but rather... empty. "Shura," she said blankly as she nudged him awake. "It's time to wake up." There was no music in her voice, no gentleness, nor was it even close to the original tenderness she had when she said his name. The only thing that remained the same was her soft voice. Edited by DarkAngel013, Mar 5 2010, 06:11 PM.
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| Seiss | Mar 6 2010, 08:46 AM Post #402 |
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Tcaitacl and vlaliniy Pcrik.
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Mirai had been true to her word. At dawn, she had set off to look for the village’s best healer, someone who was well acquainted to her family since she was a child. Takar Senid was old, but he aged well, with few wrinkles on his pleasant face. His hair had turned snow white but certainly not balding. Takar watched everything with a pair of overly bright eyes in a literal sense. Shura couldn’t help blinking when the exchanged stares. He was the healer who had attended to Mirai’s mother when she was afflicted with lung disease. Sayuri was still asleep when he arrived. The healer could have arrived earlier, but Mirai explained there had been an accident with one of the villagers. The man involved had been out hunting for foxes, but somehow... he had ended up crawling to the healer’s door with a... missing leg. He was hysterical, fevered and frightened, but thankfully, he would live. Mirai had said it was important for her to see the injured villager as well. Something about traces of chaotic residue on his injury. That was none of his concern. Shura only needed to know if Sayuri was alright. Her safety was his duty... his duty and nothing else. Yet... he couldn’t pull up any excuse to explain why he was overly anxious- why his heart was pounding, but his lungs felt cold. Or why he couldn’t stop chanting ’wake up’ in his mind. Takar had assured him, after a thorough examination, that there was nothing dire about her condition. She was just under too much pressure. Her body shut down to protect her. Shura mentioned that she coughed up blood several times in the past weeks, but the healer only frowned at him and re-examined the mage. In the end, the old healer sat back and looked down on his knees, blinking thoughtfully. He said her body was not showing any symptoms that pointed to lung disease. Then he left, leaving Shura alone with his thoughts. He was much more worried than before. An illness no Tenarin knew to detect. Much less cure. Everything turned foggy after that.... Voices hummed clear, then dimmed and faded in the background.... He woke, eyes drifting slowly open. Muddied thoughts clogged his brain. With a start, he sat up straight and stared. Black hair? He couldn’t remember- oh. Sayuri was still cloaked in her disguise. Wiping his face with a hand, he hid a relieved sigh behind it. Leaning back into his seat, he looked up at her, a smile ready on his lips, but it faded when his eyes meet flat brown. Hollow. He nearly choked from the sudden drop of weight in his chest. Shura shot leapt onto his feet, towering, and golden intent on hers; clear and piercing. “Who- Something happened,” he tried to keep his voice steady, but there was a faint tremor. Mirai had promised her home was safe. Utter lie! Fury bubbled in the pit of his stomach, searing its way up. “Tell me. Please.” Shura forced his jaws to unclench. “I would like to understand.” ------------------------------ It was her turn to hunt today, but so far, there wasn’t much progress on her part. Jegan was probably doing much better. She sighed and the choking jolt in her chest nearly brought up another bout of coughing. Shaking her head while she righted herself, she trudged through thick undergrowth while waving her sword carelessly to cut a path. With so much noise she was making, Resee doubted she would ever find a single animal. While it was harder to breathe, Resee found that if she kept her body moving, the feel of congealing blood in her veins diminished. She was always tired form lack of sleep, but she fought her fatigue and constantly tried to keep herself active. The others had looked at it as a sign of improvement on her... ‘fatigued and sickly state’. Jegan had jokingly called it a phase of hyperactivity. Unknowingly, she drew a small smile on her lips at the thought. Something white and swift moved within her peripheral vision. She spun quickly, ignoring the black dots swarming into her vision to face it. A rabbit had hopped out from somewhere and it was violently leaping to and fro clumsily on the spot. Its body sprung and twisted, kicking in the air. It landed sometimes on its head, on its back, shoulders but rarely on its feet. Bewildered, Resee frowned at it. Was this another of Jegan’s presents? What was with the man and rabbits? The animal continued to thrash, almost disturbingly now. There were smudges of red on its white coat, smears of it that staunched marks on the ground. There was a wet... snapping sound. Broken bones. But the rabbit continued to jump, writhing painfully. Its movements grew weak, however, until finally, it was struggling to jump, flailing itself onto anything around it- the tree trunks, rocks and thorn bushes. One final wet snap sounded and it was still. At her feet. Rooted to her place, her eyes were wide, face drained of the last drop of blood, Resee heard the rasping of her breath. The frantic flutter of her heart drummed in her ears. A current of ice travelled down her spine and she shivered- briefly. The carcass of the rabbit lay in a mangled, bloodied heap- fur ripped and limbs in an awkward tangle. Its eyes were open, glassy, reflecting its last emotion before its breath stopped- naked fear. Its teeth were bared and its jaws appear broken. There was a small metallic tube collared to its neck by a leather chord. Resee’s painful grip on the hilt of her sword tightened. She felt sick. Sick and petrified. Shaking and fighting down nausea, she wanted to turn and leave, to put the sight out of her mind. But the cruel glint of the message tube snared her. She tried to slow her wheezing breath and nearly fell when her knees wouldn’t bend properly for her to kneel. With her eyes squeezed shut, she snatched the tube and stumbled to her feet. She turned then, and picked her way briskly away, message clenched in her fist. Her breathing finally calmed after awhile, but her body felt colder than ice. She should have stayed to track down whoever was behind it. The malevolent message was a death threat. Resee was about to return to the camp to read it and share it with the others, but she halted a distance away. She couldn’t see the others yet, nor they, her. The nature of the message- it clearly hinted that it was for her alone. Gritting her teeth, Resee unclenched her fist and glared at it. A Rune Knight will not be frightened or threatened. She wasn’t immune to fear, but Resee would not let it rule. With steady fingers, she pinched the rolled slip of paper and feed it from the metallic tube. She unrolled it on her palm, smoothing it to read the small letters. The sharp scrawls could have turned her blood to ice. Kill him. The healer will be spared. Or more will follow. Who? Resee growled in frustration. She crumpled the sheet and rounded on the forest around her, eyes hunting. Kill who, damn it! Who are you! The first name that came to her mind when she first read the slip was Shura. Kill Shura. For that she was livid, loathed herself for still not letting go. She had gone through this before! She did not want to kill him for revenge! Who then? Jegan? Tryst? The two of them wouldn’t make sense! She stopped abruptly; appalled that she was considering to act in accordance. Hurling the crumpled sheet onto the ground, she crushed and grounded it to shreds under her greaves. Seryel was fine. The partial antidote she had had given her a chance against the poison in her system. Resee was confident the couple would reach the mountains and find the antidote. They would! “There you are,” Jegan’s voice sounded somewhere to her left. “I’ve caught a small deer. Enough for the four of us. Come back to camp.” Looking up with a start, she shook her head to clear her thoughts and nodded to him. “Coming.” Her voice sounded faint. She was starting to feel a pounding headache in her temples. Inwardly she groaned. It would take forever to go away. Jegan frowned at her and took a few steps forward. “Are you feeling... alright?” he asked hesitantly, always hesitant whenever it concerns her health, ever since she snapped at him for it. But he was positive that she looked too pale- white as sheet. To prove that she was, Resee took a step forward. Oh she did, but a cry of surprise ripped from her throat when her legs gave way. Her elbow and hip hit the ground, but thankfully her head didn’t. The impact knocked her breath out of her and sprinkled stars in her vision. Jegan was instantly in front of her, hands reaching out to pull her upright by her shoulders and waist. She hissed when his touch on her arm stung. “Bloody- damn, I am sorry! I could have- I was too slow. Are you alright? Anything broken? “ he fussed, lifting her arms gingerly to check if any other part of her was injured. “Jegan,” she called for his attention, patiently enduring his ministrations. But when he didn’t respond, she shouted, “Jegan!” This time, the silly man heard her. She shook her head at him with wry amusement. “They are only scratches, Jegan. Really. I would appreciate it if you can just help me up, please.” Seryel looked up from the fire and turned her gaze to Tryst. “Did you... hear someone scream?” She was truly quite healthy, not accounting for the poison in her body. Her drugs worked well enough. It had been past three days, but she wasn’t dying yet. The days had been pleasant, truly. Jegan and Resee had been caring, sometimes, she thought the two of them were worse than worry warts. Resee was a little odd though... she slept little and was always avoiding long talks. Extremely prickly about her health too. Strange... Seryel had a nagging feeling about her. She wanted to examine her and even offered, but the woman rejected firmly. Edited by Seiss, Mar 6 2010, 08:54 AM.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许? 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。 君应有语,渺万里层云, 千山暮雪,只影向谁去? 横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。 招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。 天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古,为留待骚人, 狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。 | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 6 2010, 09:35 AM Post #403 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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“Who- Something happened,” he tried to keep his voice steady, but there was a faint tremor. “Tell me. Please.” Shura forced his jaws to unclench. “I would like to understand.” For a moment, an expression of fright appeared in her eyes before it vanished quickly as ripples of brown took to her hair with black and her one of her eyes turned to blue. She had moved back away from from his fury and then she completely changed into blue eyes and brown hair. That momentary flash of a girl that Shura had seen back at the river came back... but it was here to stay. "Ah, I'm out," the girl said cheerfully. Her voice was more tomboy-ish than Sayuri's, not as girly nor as soft. She blinked as she turned to Shura and smiled almost evilly. "You happened," she said. "You broke her heart without even giving her a chance to really realize... well...." However, with the change, came a sudden, harsh realization: her body may be Sayuri's but it no longer had the power or magic or even the energies from earlier. So as she tried to talk to Eve, she could no longer hear Eve's words. "Huh... I can't use magic; Oh well." She moved toward the door and observed, "So you ruined the door to get here? Oh, stubborn, stubborn man; you've got to realize it soon or I'm going to be here to stay for a long, long time because Sayuri is too emotionally shattered by your words that she won't be able to see you without breaking down. For she loved you very much, for some unknown reason, but you never even gave her the chance to understand the meaning behind those words." Her grin was not Sayuri's, despite the similar appearances they held. Her face had changed slightly with differences that were noticeable. Now, she was clearly no longer Sayuri. "Oh, and I've forgotten to introduce myself, now that I've finally gotten her body; I'm her dead twin sister, Adrienne." At this, she smiled with such a gleam, that for a moment, dark shadows came into the room... like evil spirits. * * * Tryst was a little worried. It may have been true that while traveling, he only really cared for Seryel, but Resee's condition had appeared to get worse. No one ought to look that pale or sick while they're traveling without trying to hide something. He knew better than that; he was too sharp to let anything slip. He wasn't sure if he heard the scream or if he didn't; he hadn't been keeping attention as he kept the fire going while waiting. But he felt it in himself that he knew something bad was going to happen. Karma for killing those men was going to come back to haunt him, he knew. After all, they were not happy for losing those men. He went over in his mind, and was pretty sure he heard someone scream and he jumped up in alarm. That wasn't a normal scream, nor was it... "Yes, I did," he murmured softly, his emerald sharp gaze looked through their surroundings. Something didn't feel right... He got up and sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her close as he rested his head against the back of her shoulder. The feeling of something horrid was coming, and he felt the need to embrace her... Was he going to die soon to repay for his sins? When he saw that Jegan was helping Resee out from the forest nearby, he was dragging a deer along with. Quickly, he picked up the deer and began the sharp movements to cleaning it. However, before he learned to do anything of the like, he bowed his head before the deer and mumbled some words. Then he began to clean the deer of the fur and then the meat. The makeshift pot that they had brought with them was going to be helpful for using the rest of the body organs to make soup, but the meat was nice enough to eat on its own. He dropped the innards into the pot when cleaned properly and then stuck the meat onto the sticks to cook over the fire. After the meat finished cooking, he handed the stick of meat to each of them and then went to dry the rest of the meat into food they could carry. He sipped some of the soup before adding more spices in, making it taste better. He pulled out some bowls from their bag and helped scooped out the soup and handed it to them. "We're eating nicely tonight," Tryst said thoughtfully. He had glanced several times toward Resee's way, wondering if she was truly healthy. With a sudden realization, he wondered if she was poisoned... it would explain why she was so pale and sickly all the time and for the lack of sleep. Was it to prevent something from spreading? Edited by DarkAngel013, Mar 6 2010, 09:35 AM.
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| Seiss | Mar 7 2010, 12:56 AM Post #404 |
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Tcaitacl and vlaliniy Pcrik.
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At first, he had thought it was just another change of disguise. But the change was... extensive. The alluring magic that always surrounded her faded. He was surprised that he had wanted to reach forward... to grab onto her before she could go any further. But go where? The mage was not leaving. Not physically at least. His boiling rage was met an unyielding wall of ice. What was happening? he thought almost desperately. What now? This different Sayuri didn’t appear too different, but there was a shift... something he thought he could feel with his mind. It was like a connection forged, then passed on to another person. Just... different. Shura was too stunned to really hear what the girl was saying, until the accusation entered her voice. Broke her heart? A numb soreness spider webbed across his chest. What the hell did he do to break anyone’s heart? The girl’s presence would have made his hackles rise. He trailed her movements like a hawk would a creature that crossed its aerial radius. A different fire burned in him- until she continued to speak. The shock that came with her words extinguished every flame inside him. She spoke of him like a pet- utterly demeaning. He could have killed her for it, but the body.... Love? Sayuri loves him? He stared uncomprehendingly at the girl. What in the world was happening? A moment ago, he had wanted to wring Mirai’s neck, and next he woke up to this? Was he still asleep? "Oh, and I've forgotten to introduce myself, now that I've finally gotten her body; I'm her dead twin sister, Adrienne." At this, she smiled with such a gleam, that for a moment, dark shadows came into the room... like evil spirits. Shura was still staring. Then he laughed incredulously, turning on his heel to approached the window. His voice was grim, with a haunting resonance that accompanied it. “You love me?” he chuckled mirthlessly, eyes boring into hers to dare her to challenge his disbelief to her claim. “Or did you mistake pity? How long have you been with me? Weeks? A couple of months? What do you know about me? I thought I’ve made hell for you. I did, didn’t I?” Then his eyes darkened, his griffin pride overpowering to slice like knife through the shadow her presence cast. He seemed to stand taller, but he hadn’t moved an inch. “Love is a powerful, binding word, mage. Be careful with it.” The corner of his lips twitched to form a snarl. He hated it. Hated the temptation of it. “I have bought supplies yesterday. We will move on tomorrow,” he said indifferently. “If you are dead, stay dead, Adrienne. I don’t guard the dead.” He stalked out of the room, lanky form moving in a sinuous fury. Outside, Mirai stood passively in the hall. Her arms were folded over her stomach, eyes tracing him. “I came back to see her,” she said. Shura halted, refusing to turn and face her. “I heard, Shura,” Mirai continued patiently. “But you know how I feel about lies. I am not feeling so lenient today.” Her words clicked in his mind and he shook himself mentally, riding the anger that clouded his thoughts. He looked at her fearlessly, but with a hidden plea. “It’s not what it sounds like, Mirai.” Shura strode quickly to her, took her hand and tugged her along with him to her study. “Come with me. This is for your ears only.” Once they were in her study, Shura regretted for having destroyed the door knob. “I deal with the most unexpected things everyday with the mage, Mirai,” he began. “Unknown illness, floating... see-through bodies, her nightmares- all of it. I don’t know what’s happening now. She’s changed overnight- like some other soul took over. I don’t know! I don’t know what else... I don’t know if I can escort her to the mountains and deliver her back whole. Everything seems to be falling apart- all things I touch!” He exhaled in frustration, running a hand through his hair and turning about to look at the room as if to find an escape. “So I see.” Mirai simply dropped herself onto her seat and watched him. “Shura, I’ve never seen you like this. You are allowing one girl to distort your judgement.” She continued ruthlessly, cutting off all attempts to interrupt her, “You overreacted last night- broke two of my good doors, barely slept a wink, confessed to me that you toyed with a girl’s feelings, expected me to clean up the mess and you laughed in the same girl’s face when she tells you that she loves you. I know she is not herself- however that happened, but that is beside the point. Your brain is probably at your heels.” He gaped at her, trying to form words to defend himself. But what was there to defend? “Duty, like you’ve always said, comes first. But you cannot carry on like this. There is a lie you’ve been convincing yourself with, Shura. What is it?” Mirai demanded. Her hands were clasped together on the table a little too tightly. The blue of her eyes were ablaze with irritancy and determination. Anger bubbled up inside him again. He gritted his teeth and glared at her. “I don’t kno-“unfortunately, he wasn’t given the chance to finish. “Shut up unless you are going to tell me something useful,” she said calmly. “I don’t have all day to coax it out of you. There is an emergency in the village I have yet to deal with. That is my duty and I have no delusions, whatsoever hindering me. You do.” He flinched, feeling the unfamiliar burn of shame scathe. Never in his life had he felt so intimidated by a woman, even if she was his best friend. “Go see to your duty, Mirai. I’ll not be in your way,” he said quietly, turning to leave her alone in her study. Dropping her forehead over her hands, Mirai sighed. She rose to her feet, feeling deflated from her outburst. Whatever was wrong with the ambassador, she didn’t know if Shura had any part in it. It was unfair for her to judge him like that, but she had to. Still, it did no good. His blindness was worse than a bat’s. She headed out of her study, and approached the guestroom. Mirai knocked before she poked her head through the door. “My Lady? How are you feeling?” ---------------------------------------------------- Seryel smiled, wrapping her arms around him to return his hug. She snuggled against his side, content, luxuriating in the warmth and scent of him. When the Rune Knights returned, she scrambled to her feet and hurried over to help Jegan with Resee. The other woman’s forearms were heavily bruised and scratched and she couldn’t walk two steps without stumbling. “We heard a scream just now, was it you? What happened?” Seryel knelt next to Resee a distance away from the men busying over the deer. “Oh that was Resee’s girlish scream,” Jegan said casually, but there was a playful grin on his lips. Underneath, though, he was anxious. Resee glared at him, but he had quickly turned away. She sat and scowled. “I tripped. Nothing dire, just a few scratches and bruises.” “A few bruises!” Seryel exclaimed, attempting to push back the long sleeves of her arm to see what more was under it. There were black and blue smudges nearly all the way up! “One fall couldn’t have gotten you all this. How many times did you trip?” Oh dear.... “There were rocks...” Resee was frantically pulling up anything that could be used as an excuse. They mustn’t know. She yanked her sleeve down hastily to cover the bruises. Seryel fell silent, when the tips of her fingers came away with blood too dark to be healthy. Before she could utter a word, Resee touched her fingers to her lips, her eyes pleading silence with hers. “You can’t hide this. You should have let me treat it,” Seryel whispered. She could speak no louder even if she wanted too. Too shocked with her discovery. “Jegan doesn’t know... does he?” The silence and slight compression of Resee’s lips answered that. No he didn’t know. “I have reasons. I don’t want any herbs to fix this. At least not now,” she murmured, nearly too soft to be heard unless Seryel listened close. “There is no time!” Seryel hissed urgently. “This has gone too long without- it will be too la-“ Jegan came close and eyes the curiously. “What are you two whispering about?” “Seryel is pregnant!” Resee announced and flashed him a blinding smile. “What!” Seryel choked, cheeks aflame as she stared in disbelief at the grinning woman. “I-I’m not....” The distraction, however, did drive Jegan off. He was already joining Tryst and congratulating him. Resee resisted a sigh. Silly man. “Tell no one, please. I beg you. And I’m sorry about that.” She smiled apologetically. Resee rose quickly to her feet and hurried to the river. Seryel sat with wide eyes, staring at the Rune Knight who could move amazingly swift when she really wanted to. Oh dear... what was she going to tell Tryst? Suddenly, her throat felt too tight to breathe properly. Edited by Seiss, Mar 7 2010, 01:00 AM.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许? 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。 君应有语,渺万里层云, 千山暮雪,只影向谁去? 横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。 招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。 天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古,为留待骚人, 狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。 | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 7 2010, 03:39 AM Post #405 |
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If only it had been Sayuri that said that... but it is for naught, Adrienne thought. She knew that Sayuri was too mentally unstable with her mind filled with Shura and how he didn't love her back. She watched as her words sank, and was delighted to see that it was the effect that she wanted. She also wanted to see absolutely how pitiful he was too. And was proven correct when he laughed, stunned. "Not I, Shura, Sayuri." She raised an eye-brow, realizing that this idiot didn't believe that she was actually another person. Sayuri had already shown the signs that she had been aware of her presence for a long time... like back at the river, and when she felt another person's presence. Sadly, she never told Shura of the dreams she had with Adrienne, which she was glad for. "She doesn't love you for knowing who you are then, she loves you for what and who you are now, you idiotic buffoon," Adrienne said as she rolled her eyes. "And you do realize, the words you're saying is only self-denial?" She laughed. "I can't believe you're lying to yourself! You're so much in denial that you're making up so many excuses, that it's ridiculously sad." “Love is a powerful, binding word, mage. Be careful with it.” "And Sayuri wouldn't care; she loves you for what and who you are now, you fool; get that through your moronic skull. She doesn't care that you have such a horrid curse on you, she doesn't care that you have given her hell because you have given gifts that far exceed that hell. She's faced worse things than you, but you are the one thing that matters most right now other then her duty." She snarled the last few words with such passion and anger, that for a moment, her eyes flashed a bloody red. Not the kind that Sayuri had, but the kind that resembled blood on fire... like the very pits of hell itself. But at the word duty, her hair flashed a momentary dark maroon and warm, gentle ruby eyes. When he walked out, she only scoffed and laughed, "Pitiful, so very, very pitiful." She took this time to observe her surroundings and to see what's up with the body of hers. However, when she moved too much that Sayuri normally wouldn't have done, she stumbled and coughed out... Blood. "Weak human girl," she snarled viciously. Eve watched with an unflinching wary gaze. She was going to tell all of this to Sayuri later. Knowing her, she was going to come back soon enough. "Curses," she stood up, wiping away her blood on a cloth that was nearby. "I can't do what I want to do, knowing she's like this." She flinched too, when her arms burned. She lifted the sleeves, revealing tattoos different from the one on her back. "Damnit, they sealed my powers." The blood red tattoos slithered like a snake, hissing as she tried to break the spell, but to no avail. However, it instead brought on dark emotions and spirits into the room, giving it a yucky feeling of death. "Well, I still have that." However, she frowned when she realized that she couldn't hear them either. "Damn, they sealed that too!" She paused... "Wait, or did Sayuri herself do it?" She paced the room, cursing under her breathe. "Damn this girl! She's smarter than she looks! Too bad she does--ARGH!" Her hair flickered brown and red, her eyes flashing blue and her soft ruby ones; she wanted control back. But the control broke when Mirai knocked on the door. Adrienne was still there, but had the red eyes of Sayuri. “My Lady? How are you feeling?” In Sayuri's voice that struggled to regain control, "Worried." But in the voice of Adrienne, "Peachy." But sadly, Sayuri lost this round and the blue eyes came back. "I'm fine, really." She hoped that Mirai didn't see that, but seeing how sharp she is, she probably did. Eve wondered if it was all right to talk with Mirai, unlike Shura. Mirai seemed open minded whilst Shura was... well, very narrow that it was pitiful. Eve decided to try during the time when she was alone. She hoped that perhaps maybe Mirai can help save Sayuri from the evil spirit that now haunts Sayuri's body. * * * Tryst watched everything with a cautious expression. He observed several slight differences in Resee's behavior, but nothing that was already unusual about her... well, other than the bruises and cuts that were on her arms. He was about to go back to the soup when he heard the sharp words that made him hack violently in surprise: “Seryel is pregnant!” Resee announced and flashed him a blinding smile. "WHAT?!" he coughed, trying to catch some air. However, he heard the reply his wife made shortly after. Ah, it was to distract Jegan... Huh, kind of sad he doesn't realize that it's impossible for Seryel to get pregnant now... what with the... poison and all... But he watched the blush spread on her cheeks and couldn't help smile with a laugh on the corners of his lips. It would have been absolutely heavenly if she were to be... If she were... oh dear, he knew he would be... He didn't want to think about it; right now, he was still very much worried about saving her life while still thinking about the possibility that something horrid was coming. He may have been retired, but his gut and skill are still very sharp and he trusted his gut feelings. Jegan came to congratulate him the same time he heard Seryel's reply. He only gulped before nodding his thanks. He would love to make Seryel squirm, but he couldn't risk it... her health was at stake and he didn't want her to suffer more with this sort of thing... When he gets her cured, he's absolutely positive that he was going to make her pregnant, no matter what. Then again, he doubted that he'd let her go once he did anyway. |
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| Seiss | Mar 7 2010, 06:25 AM Post #406 |
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She had never thought she would need to defend herself. Whatever trickle of foreign feel of mana signature that flowed through the small rune stone in her pocket warned her of a... different individual. The change was incredible- complete in addition to the whole existence of another consciousness. She wasn’t fooled either, by the dual voices that came from one throat. That was none of her imagination. There were two beings in one body. The researching guild had explored that possibility before. While they had been unsuccessful in piecing two whole consciousnesses into one, whole and part-whole combinations were possible. It was cruel, however and it hadn’t been too long ago when it was banned. Mirai was thankful that Shura ruined the lock on this door. She steeled herself and suppressed a shiver when she caught blue and red flicker in the ambassador’s eyes. A dignified calm washed over her features. “Shura has told me, that you are now... Adrienne. Do you run the same course as Lady Sayuri, my lady?” Feeling suddenly powerless and exposed was not pleasant. Shura had gone, driven away by her impatience. She wished he were here with her. ----------------- Relief flooded her being when she caught the expression on Tryst’s face. He knew Resee had used the... claim as a distraction. That was good. She was afraid he would ask her to clarify that. That would be immensely embarrassing, not to mention feeling inadequate on her part. It would be wonderful, though, if her health could permit her to bear a child. She sighed inwardly. This was no time to think about such things. Resee’s condition required urgent attention. Seryel grimaced at the blackened blood on her fingertips and hastily wiped it on the damp grass. Thank the gods it wasn’t Dead Man’s Nail. She wouldn’t know what else to do otherwise. Timidly, she rose to her feet and took her time to walk back to Tryst. Her pale brows were furrowed, lips compressed in worry. Her hands clenched at her skirts by habit whenever she was anxious. She didn’t have the guts to meet either’s eyes. “I’m not,” she said to both men, not really seeing them as she took her place next to Tryst, still studiously avoiding to look at him. “It was a misunderstanding.” The explanation was aimed at Jegan. He was an odd one at times, like now, when he would believe she was with child when her potent poison flowed in her veins. Even if she was, it would kill the unformed babe. He blinked and looked up from his bowl, as if waking up from a daze. “Huh? Oh... I apologize...” he stuttered, eyes wide. His eyes didn’t linger on Seryel long. Jegan was sitting up straight, looking for Resee. “Where has she gone this time?” “To the river. She has gone to wash,” Seryel told him. “It’s probably best if you’d see to her. “ Nodding absently while staring in the direction Resee had gone, Jegan put down his bowl and rose to head towards the river. “Might as well. She was unsteady on her feet just now.” Resee was seated at the bank, gauntlets, shin guards and greaves removed. She had just finished washing her arm when Jegan arrived. She didn’t pay him much attention save casting a brief glance at him. Her movements were suddenly hurried then, as if she had too much energy to spare. Her fingers worked deftly to lace back the guards and greaves, then finally the gauntlets. “You made me look a fool there, you know,” Jegan said stiffly, hands resting casually below his hips, one foot scuffing mud from grass. “The healer can’t possibly afford to be with child, much less be with child....” She swivelled around on where she sat and looked up quizzically at him. “Then why did you believe?” He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. “I was thinking. I wasn’t really paying much attention. I just... reacted the way I should be when there is... good news.” Well, that was true. Jegan had been immersed in his own world most of the time than not. She had been worried that he was suspecting her, but when he didn’t voice any of it and treated her no differently, Resee dismissed the thought readily enough. But what was in his head? “I couldn’t resist.” She smiled halfheartedly. “I am sorry though.” Hauling herself to her feet- not without great effort, she returned to camp with Jegan at her side. Edited by Seiss, Mar 8 2010, 01:54 AM.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许? 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。 君应有语,渺万里层云, 千山暮雪,只影向谁去? 横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。 招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。 天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古,为留待骚人, 狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。 | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 8 2010, 01:58 AM Post #407 |
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“Shura has told me, that you are now... Adrienne. Do you run the same course as Lady Sayuri, my lady?” She laughed without humor, "I doubt that he believes me at all." She seemed to struggle with movement as she sat back down on the bed. Without the magic to support herself, she becomes weaker and weaker physically much more rapidly. Even then, she was beginning to breathe heavily until she sat down. She looked up at Mirai with icy blue eyes, despite her trying to smile warmly, "I do not, but something is wrong with this girl's body; it's so unbearably weak." However, she had mumbled those bits of words and noticed that it would have fallen short as a mumble to Mirai. In a clearer voice, she said, "No... but her body is very in-tuned with her thoughts so I'm going to assume yes." She paused as she looked up at Mirai. Perhaps she might be useful in seeing how much of a limit she had on her seals. However, she flinched when she raised her arm, causing such dark energy to envelop her momentarily before disappearing. Even through the sleeves of the gown, it burned as the seals moved on her arms as she grunted in pain. Like snakes moving along her arm, the seals swirled and hissed, burning her sleeves, glowing viciously bloody bright red. When she didn't attempt to use her power anymore, the seals disappeared. The fight for control began again. Her eyes flashed vividly between blue and red. It was as if her other parts of her body knew that they shouldn't bother with changing the hair color. Sayuri was focused on getting her body back, no matter what and no matter how weak she was emotionally; she knew to attack Adrienne when she was weak. She lost again though, when Adrienne used something against her. She fell away as red disappeared into blue again. "Sorry," Adrienne apologized. "She's a bit moody now, it seems." She was breathing heavily, exhausted from fighting the pain of the seal and the fight for control over the body. What energy... did I doubt her? she thought with fatigue. Where is her strength coming from? * * * When Seryel told Jegan that she was not pregnant, he watched as she avoided his gaze and raised an eyebrow in amusement. His smile perked slightly at Jegan's reaction and watched as he left to go after Resee. He said with a soft voice as his amusement faded, "Don't worry; I know. I know that something is wrong with Resee... I knew from the moment I met her... Jegan doesn't know; it's clear as day to me." He patted her head. "If you have a worry, don't be afraid to tell me, all right?" He embraced her momentarily, squeezing her gently before letting go as Resee and Jegan came back. Tryst went to clean up the pots and bowls. "Stay here and ready for sleep... we have a long day ahead, all right?" He kissed her on the forehead before disappearing down to the river. |
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| Seiss | Mar 8 2010, 03:53 AM Post #408 |
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Interesting... interesting and confusing. This... Adrienne seemed to have thwarted the theory researchers had come up with regarding two consciousnesses in a single body. Unless of course, both of them were concealing their true nature to mislead her. Possible, probable. Oh how uncertainties irritated her- she could have sworn it was the bane of all seeking truth. The theory of ‘Opposites’ had be proven true with all the references and evidences of live subjects so far. She was surprised the other could speak of her counterpart like she was a clothing of some sort, to be worn and changed when it has become too tattered. She watched warily, but her expression remained unchanged. The acid burn on the woman’s sleeves only made her blink once, the only sign that she was surprised at all. Those winding, slithering patterns on skin would have made her own crawl just watching it. But Mirai was too set on her guard, what would have elicited response from her were now only noted somewhere behind her thoughts. Her hands came together, slowly, to fold casually together before her stomach. She made herself watch the eerie flickering of colours in the ambassador’s eyes, the blur between red and blue almost appeared to be purple. Sorry? This one was apologizing for the other’s struggles? “Be easy and rest,” Mirai said with a practiced smile. “I have to attend to-“ A blinding pain seared through her. It bludgeoned so suddenly with such force that struck her head, Mirai could only succumb. Only a flash, a split second. She was startled to find herself on sprawled on the floor, something wet trickling down her sore, throbbing ears. Mirai blinked, trying to clear her unfocused vision, grasping at any thread of sense in her scattered, blank slate of a mind. She breathed out a shaky breath, dreading that it was the ambassador’s doing. Hurriedly- she shoved against the floor to sit up, dragging a trembling hand to her ear. It came away with blood, and she realized, with a pang of fear, that she couldn’t hear a sound. Something else... thrumming through the floor into her hand in contact with it made her look up, towards the door. Sound. It was sound! Something was screeching close by. The beast... it must be the beast the villager described! What else? Did Shura loose himself? She scrambled to her feet, not sparing a glance in the ambassador’s direction, and fled out of her house on unsteady legs. People outside were struck down by the sharp shrieking as well. They were beginning to crawl back onto their feet, mouths gaping to moan and groan- she couldn’t hear. Some were lucky- their ears didn’t bleed. Her frantic eyes darted, searching the source. Suddenly there were men with bows and spears, rakes and spades, all running westward. Stumbling, she followed. They reached the closest valley wall, rough with jagged rocks and crevices. Not far above, latched onto the stones were two griffins. Her eyes were wide as she stared. Similar, but one was emaciated, fur and feathers sagging, its mane in a pathetic ruffled disarray. The other... the other struck a chord in her heart- Shura. They were fighting, claws slashing and swiping savagely. Beaks clashed- shielding and ripping at each other’s faces. Grand gold flecked wings stretched, fluttered violently, beating. One wing- Shura’s wing hung limp on one side and barely moved. She would have thought the other griffin was unharmed if it weren’t for the slick shine on both its wing tips. Chunks of is feathers were ripped out, some sticking out in all the wrong angles. Neither could fly. Abruptly, a slim missile sailed upwards, hitting the scrawny, fever-eyed griffin’s back. The arrow bounced off, but its impact knocked the creature’s shoulder into the rocks. It hissed, wheeling sharply, fearlessly launching itself off the wall and down towards a man. The other villagers frantically drew their weapons, firing arrows that missed their target by a fair margin. Flashes of green drew her eyes towards approaching researchers. They were waving, mouth working harshly, shouting warnings and instructions she couldn’t hear. Shura plunged down after the creature as it tore the human brutally apart. Swift and agile as a cat, the other griffin reached out with curled talons and pulled Shura down with it. A mass of rolling, kicking and clawing black mass tumbled towards the scattering villagers. While some arrows did lodge into both griffins’ backs, they appeared immune to the pricks of pain. They simply ignored it, intent on killing off the other. Edited by Seiss, Mar 8 2010, 03:56 AM.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许? 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。 君应有语,渺万里层云, 千山暮雪,只影向谁去? 横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。 招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。 天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古,为留待骚人, 狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。 | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 9 2010, 01:29 AM Post #409 |
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The energy that had gone with the darkness at the command of Adrienne’s hand had done nothing at all; only summoned dark masses of dark and evil energy but nothing else. She suffered immensely now, even before she could hear Mirai's voice. She knew something was wrong, her body could tell. Already, Sayuri was fighting viciously for control over her body again… and was winning. How? How is she able to muster up such strength? Adrienne couldn't control the huge amount of blue sparks shocking the outside of her form, from Sayuri's strong intentions of taking back her body. Adrienne knew that if she lost control of this body, it was going to take a long time before she could regain it and she wanted to keep this body, despite its' weaknesses that she so obviously hated. But, it was impossible and in an explosion of red and blue energy, her hair seemed almost aflame as her maroon hair appeared and her fiery ruby eyes burned like the searing of an angry fire. Breathing heavily with huge amounts of magic pouring out and in, Sayuri looked up as Mirai fell. She saw the blood coming from her ears and knew immediately what was going on. Her body felt the shift and the pain that was immediately inflicted onto her body. The arrows, the tears, the rips; she cried out in pain at the shear pain from two of them at once. "Shura…" she groaned as she staggered and followed on after Mirai. She managed to suck in some magic to change her appearance to that of a regular village girl, no longer the mage. She sound-proofed her ears as she began to hear the loud screech that she recognized as the griffin. No… griffins. Out on the streets, many villagers were crying out in pain and screaming as her eyes darted to the cliff and saw two griffins; it confirmed the feelings of pain that shot continuously through her body as she fell to the ground in immense amount of pain. It felt as though her body was being ripped apart in the most immensely, most painful way possible. She didn't need to see through bleary eyes of tears to know that one of those griffins was Shura; she knew. Huge amounts of magic began to pour into her body, to try and help relieve the immense pain. This far exceeded the burn she felt from her tattoo, the violent coughing of blood she had gotten, and the pain she had felt when both of her legs were broken. With a huge amount of great effort, she managed to pull herself up again and managed to run toward where the griffin had begun to tear apart the human apart. Now no longer able to be saved, she ran toward them and fell a bit of ways away from the griffins. Writhing in pain from the attacks and wounds that were on each other, she couldn't focus enough to use the magic that were being sucked into her body. Tears rolled down her face in agony as she tried to move, to do anything. The magic was only momentary relief before another enveloped her, causing her to scream in pain. When they crashed, she felt as though she was being crushed times two. She needed to stay strong; to remain able to endure the pain that they obviously ignored. She didn't notice the wounds that began to appear on her body that was the exact copy to Shura's own... "Shura…" she cried. Knowing full well what happens in the state that Shura is in while as a griffin, she held her hands together and pulled them apart. When she did, a sphere of blue light appeared of concentrated magical energy that was inside of her. Sayuri was hidden from view, away from anybody that could see her. They were all too busy focusing on the griffins to notice how brightly their rune stones glowed and how much magical energy she was summoning. There was also the factor that the griffins themselves were magical as well. When it was about the size of a crystal ball, she threw the orb straight at the mass of gold and black feathers, and watched as the magical energy was absorbed into his body, listening to the wish that was in Sayuri's mind. She watched as the arrows fell out of his body and his feathers quickly growing back. His blood that was on his feathers disappeared and he was starting to become like himself again, with strength to take down the rogue griffin that she knew was no longer sane. She knew Shura was fine and that he had proper control of himself again, unlike those times back at the palace of Tenarin. She teleported herself away from the area she had hidden herself in and appeared in the next alleyway, sucking away any sort of magic that could give her away with tracers of any sort. She clutched her stomach, and hugged herself, bracing herself against the pain she felt against her body as the griffins clashed. Her body shook and she only kept drinking in magical energy in the air to relieve the pain that seemed never ending. While she did that, however, she only kept whispering Shura's name… despite the pain he had caused her. She started to cough violently in the meantime, with the constant feelings of pain, she wondered wearily if she was going to live. Her consciousness began to fade in and out, but she fought to stay awake... Just to see and hear what happens next. Magic began to come to her in almost visible waves to attend to her wounds. Suddenly, she had the sense to try to leave town, to get away from the village... so that they don't get affected by the griffin coming after her. She realized that the griffin was going to come after her for her energy that kept coming into her. |
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| Seiss | Mar 9 2010, 03:32 AM Post #410 |
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The scrawny griffin raked deep grooves in his flesh. Shura wondered vaguely if this was what a potato would be feeling when its skin was being shaved and peeled off. Smaller and less heavy though the contending griffin might be, his lean muscles were strips of flexible steel. Whenever Shura had managed to pin him down, he would have to let go because the wild creature would gouge out a hole from his stomach with those flailing claws. A shoulder buffeted him in the chest, though it felt more like an iron rod failing to impale him. The amount of force sent him stumbling back, squawking and hacking. Shura waved his claw just in time to parry a flying farm fork, but he could barely evade the volleys of arrows that came in all directions. What an inconvenient place to be caught in a fight. He hissed, quickly crouching low, ignoring the pricks, and circled the rabid griffin in a cautious prowl. He couldn’t kill this one... just couldn’t. It was barely a fledgling, even if it was a fledgling with abnormally large build. The black feathers at the crown of its head weren’t even fully grown yet! Its cere was still pink like that of a newborn, crines all in a flurried mess of a chick’s. He lunged at it again, talons reaching, digging into the other’s back. Shura threw all his weight down onto the base of its neck, forcing it down. He had tried to communicate with it, but he only responded more violently. Shura was mildly aware of the sear on his flesh and the wearing pain. There was something else that occupied him- the scent of the young griffin. Something faint that tugged at his instincts. Instincts to... protect it, nurture, guide... father. His eyes grew wide and a rush of harsh air entered his lungs. What? That was not right! He couldn’t have fathered any child! Impossible.... His grip loosened. That was enough to cost him. The young beneath him bucked, catapulting him forward. Before he could reach the ground, however, something smashed him down between his shoulders. Realization hit- it was mimicking him! What was it after? Where did this abomination come from? Then, a relieving rush of magic washed over him, soothing and smoothing wounds away. Sayuri? He nearly sighed in pleasure, but the sudden absence of the young’s weight startled him. He was back on his feet in an instant, shaking his mane and flexing his mended wings. The villagers were frightened, most had already scattered but there were a few fools who remained. He hissed and swiped threateningly at them. It was a cursory gesture, like how he would wave away an annoying fly. But when he spun around to face the fledgling again, it was gone. Someone was calling him.... His ears pricked and twitched in search of the fragile breath amongst the din of panicking humans and his nose flared. He only snorted when a few more arrows caught him in the wings. Shura stood still, searching. The mage. Dai’ Gahara, he reached out to touch minds. I come. He reared, powerful muscles coiling at his back legs. Fore feet drummed the earth in two fluent beats. Effortlessly, he sailed smooth, into the air, arrowed to a single target. Creeping under the shadows of blocked buildings and heaps of good, the fledgling’s beak was agape, as if thirsty. It was only intent of one thing- the shivering girl curled up against the wall. The powerful drug that called to him was in her. He whimpered in his throat, a pleading sound the young would often make to urge their parents to feed them. Wounded and hungering... hungering for something he didn’t know how to satisfy. The fledgling withdrew its stretched neck and scampered a few steps back when the larger stronger one slid between him and his prize. Shura snarled at it, beak stretching wide open and hissing. His mane bristled, hackles raised in warning, wings loosely folded at his sides. Fledgling! This one is a fledgling! My... I can’t kill him. He has my blood! He nearly screamed out to sayuri, fearing that she might kill the young. He cocked his head slightly so he could see her and his already wide eyes seemed to grow wider. What’s wrong? How-? A furious hissing made him jerk back towards the crouching young. He was ready to launch another attack- to fight Shura to death for his prize. No, no no! The Researchers were probably readying to seal them both. This must not continue! My young. Blood called to blood. Shura lowered his head, aggressive stance gone. His ears dropped slightly and his mane rested neatly on his neck. A foreign sound, at first a croak trilled low in his throat. A series of raspy hissing followed before he managed to perfect it to a crooning. The fledgling stumbled, as if struck. It blinked and shook its head, snorting and sniffling. Then it shrank away, back and into itself, nearly curling up into a ball. It hissed brokenly and released a piercing, defiant shriek. Something was wrong, but in desperate times, Shura couldn’t think of a better option that worked better than this. He tried again, crooning as soothingly as he could, imitating what he thought a parent would do. He didn’t see Mirai running towards them, waving her arms frantically to gesture them to leave. Edited by Seiss, Mar 9 2010, 07:15 AM.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许? 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。 君应有语,渺万里层云, 千山暮雪,只影向谁去? 横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。 招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。 天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古,为留待骚人, 狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。 | |
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