Freedom of Choice

[dragonpaw]

[Yeah, sure, it took me an age to get around to, but the depressing sight of an actual more advanced role play jabbed me hard enough to actually write the final paragraph to this thing. Meh... And I do apologise for how long it took to get this up.]

Isis’ eyes scanned the area, surveying everything from the colorful flowers- color faded from the lack of light in the moonless night- to the dark trees dotting the edge of the meadow. Tail nervously wagging behind her, she made another sweep of the meadow and vaguely into the surrounding dark forest with her gaze. She detected none of the signs of one of her clan mates in pursuit.

She exhaled deeply, as if she had held her breath for the past minute. She shook her head gently, slowly easing herself into a sitting position onto the soft grass beneath her. As she shifted on the ground to make herself more comfortable, she tilted her head back to stare up at the stars that dotted the dark sky. Isis immediately felt comforted by the sight, a sight she found to be very beautiful. The star on the center of her nose shined brighter – as if replying to the sheer number of brilliant stars in the sky.

She tilted her head off to the side as she briefly thought about the problems she had left behind with running off. With a faint sigh, assuring herself there wasn’t much she could do about a plague of sorts to begin with, she kept her gaze locked on the sky. Isis’ gaze remained there for a while, the odd comfort it brought her stealing her attention and focus for the time being, her once alert state seemingly forgotten.

[Enrique]

(Finally...)

Enrique paced about the open field on this calm night; it was a night rather cool in air temperature - approximately in the middle fifties or so - but overall, it was almost perfect; there was no precipitation occuring, even including the saturation of the ground. All that he could see for miles was grass; occasionally, a tree came into his view. He could not see much, though, for the lack of sunlight in the sky. However, the lack of precipitation and the fact that there wasn't a sound outside of crickets chirping in the distance allowed Enrique to feel calm.

As he was walking, Enrique noticed a tree based on a side of the hill that he was climbing; he did not notice this as he was approaching the hill because he was distracted with thoughts of the calm weather that the area was experiencing. Enrique had been walking for an hour and a half - he did this with no direction in mind - so he decided to climb the tree for a comfortable place to rest. He jumped briefly to the lowest branch and hoisted himself onto the top of the branch. He then sat down on the branch, his back facing the trunk of the tree. He relaxed, and closed his eyes. He let his conscience go off into the night while he started to sleep...

[contention]

Stuttering breezes swayed their suckled essence upon the brim of woven blades, each turning tide was but another page that rolled back into the hem of the Earth. Above, the rushing skies seemed to still at the beat of the moon; listening to its snare, echoing throughout the journey of existence. Among each rest there seemed to lie, in unison a melody that flittered throughout the scales. Note after note stood on edge, ready for the composers hand to twitch. At notion, they would leap from steep cleff to shallow treble; their glazed eyes set on masterpieces to hymn the battered trail. In rhythm to dance did run the play, watched from the grim eye from tale-tall riser. It was there that he sat, stroked only by the meaning of eternal dare; wisping his hands together, upturned his lips had curled. Like a firefly roaming distant homes, his body enlightened the rolling scene. Matching but only the twinkle possesed in the thick blanket covering above. Oddities arose as his chest heaved, in and out it mocked, constantly quickening and altering its pace. Yet such was silenced, all was mute, nature was dominant in such a place.

With steady pace, the creature arose; his mismatched hand placed against the pattern below. Stapiling beside the dome, its lust came to a full. Clump after clump wetted the palm, the soft dew moistened the burrowed skin. When at last, he stood at full, tilting his back as to gain balance. Slowly his toes slushed into the gravel below, but nothing could quite be felt. For it all seemed so dismal, so alien from what natural had become. Finally the creature subdued rough settings, rubbing at the crimson perception to gain only truths told through lying tongues. Nothing seemed in place as the being switched from side to side, his flesh seemed like dough and what was once a swollen gullet had become cracked and pasted. In digust, he licked his maw with a type of malice, failing at his attempts to rekindle the failing fires. Solemn grunts elicted from his nostrils, and with a pacing kick he removed any expression of hatred boiling within his thoughts.

"When could you ever get another night like this, it's such a rarity these days," Each word that came jotted about, infumed with the dignity of defeat.

After a bit of a stance, he began to tumble about. His steps rocked on the hollowed ground, as if nothing but what was gone lied below his stead. By fixated gaze, his vision cleared, only to relay messages that stood misunderstood. From a final push, he leaned foward; commiting to the press. To come was but a tale, what fell before would be but a mimic.

[Leoshi]

"Hm... incredible. I haven't seen such calmness in a while." Leoshi thought, looking ahead.

This is what the blue yoshi said as he slowly walked through the serene field. Small yet beautiful flowers rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the breeze. The grass followed in the same dance. The wind was like the conductor for such beautiful music, which accompanied the great view that he has become a part off. The grass carpeted the ground like an elegant green, the flower decor a great amount of color for the ground. A few hills ahead where like a frozen wave in a lake, all below a blanket of darkness. This blanket, with tiny holes that showed in small white light, remained still. Yes, the display of stars was amazing, making up for the lack of the usual moon.

Leoshi walked through this field, with every footstep making a brushing noise against the grass. He looked down at what he was holding and adjusted his glasses. In his hands, two books. The first one was a spell book of sorts. Used for unleashing magic, he would never usually have it out unless he knew that there was danger somewhere. That, and when exploring a new area, he had to keep his guard about. There was no telling what could come his way. Not since the days when he once protected everything he cared about. Now, he was off on his own journey. The other item he held was binder. It's contents where mere lined paper. Why he had such an empty binder was a simple reason. He was to keep a log of his journey by the day, starting on this very day. No doubt, he would write about this magnificent place.

"...another day gone by, and still... I can't help but wonder what's coming my way." he thought.

He stopped and looked back. He had left his old caravel ship in the city that was a mere mile away. It was amazing that such a city could be completely masked by a few mere hills. If you hadn't gone back to see it, it where as if it wasn't even there. He knew that when he was done exploring this new place, that he would return to the city and his ship. Time was of the essence, and he didn't want to stay longer then he had to. But still... he was so tired... he had been sailing all day, and had just recently come. The grass itself looked so inviting, and so soft.

"No." he said aloud. "I am not going to sleep. Much more exploration to be done here." With that, he ventured forth, not knowing what to expect in the seemingly serene fields...

[Yoshiko]

Crimson red hair swayed gently in the wind, an azure blue eye scanned the plains.
"No one. At all."
Another sweep of the plains with his one visible eye proved the same thing. One side of his face was covered by the firey hair, but the other was easily visible: a dark blue eye, as cold as death's touch, a soft, smooth face unblemished by any little thing at all. He was wrapped in a black cloak, thus hiding any more than his old, raggedy, brown, worn-in boots. Shrugging, the figure pulled up a hood over his head, with arms wrapped in the black cloth as well.
Just before the man turned away, his dark eye caught something -- something eerily in the shape of a living being, sitting, staring at the sky -- the man thought it almost to look like a woman. Nodding to himself, he drew his cherished blade, Esperanza, and began slowly making his way towards the shape.
Up behind it he came, and, holding Esperanza at a ready postion, spoke:
"And what would one be doing out on a night such as this, that they may encounter such treacheries, so that harm could befall them?" His voice, clear and sharp, broke the soft silence of the breezy wind.
"Tell me, please. I would love to know why one such as yourself would be here tonight. Business? Serenity? Feel not obliged to answer, and if you wish to see your speaker, please, turn around slowly. I've a blade in my hand, and I've been known to react to those who move too quickly."
Even if the feminine figure he spoke to had wished to turn and see him, the man was entirely shrouded in his black cloak, so as to hide his identity. Thus, adding to himself silently:
"T'won't make much a difference if you do turn."