Gonna Marry the Night is a modern fantasy RP. Based in a fantasy world, where two tribes the Sun Clan and Moon Clan live divided and in constant war against each other. Where is your allegiance? Or perhaps you might be one of the exiled or survivors of various shipwrecks. Come to these lands to see what it offers.
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Ashe held her breath, still as a cat, poised to strike. The big cat had been motionless for most of the day, but she hadn't had a chance to eat this well in...well, forever. If she screwed this one up, it could mean getting hurt.
The lion's breath rose and fell steadily, completely unaware of the predator ghosting in from its left. Ashe admired how the sun caught its mane, the golden fur glistening in the sun, tawny highlights of color running like rivulets through it. The creature was too beautiful to kill, and she hated herself for having to do it.
She was inches away from it now, close enough to reach out and run her fingers through that beautiful mane of sun, but doing so would most certainly wake the creature, and she couldn't risk that. Gathering her courage, her hand stole to the sheath of her dagger beneath her cloak and gripped it tightly, beginning to remove it.
But at the softest sound of metal scraping against metal, the lion's eyes flew open, and it flung itself at her almost immediately.
Instinctively, she let out a shriek, adrenaline mixed with terror pumping through her veins and fueling her. Ashe had managed to duck away from the cat's jowls, but a claw had caught the sleeve of her leather armor and torn through it like a hot knife through butter. Blood began to trickle out of the fresh cut, but Ashe was so afraid that she hardly even felt it.
Letting out a furious roar, the beast lunged at her again, jaws gaping like those of a crocodile. If she could just find the perfect timing...
His authorities advised against it. Neutral territory didn't have the safety that their treehouse did, and that was excluding the fact that their lands were elevated into the canopy. There was little knowing what was out there, Moon soldiers possibly lurking in the shadows waiting for a chance to pounce. Rumour also had it that there had been new visitors onto the island, foreign contact that they had yet to make a set opinion on.
Quinn thought it a stupid reason. Even if there were threats out in the wilderness, the island wasn't exactly teeming with it. It was in his thoughts that aggression is only returned when you first express it. With a lack of it from either side, there is no reason for conflict.
Treading the outskirts was his way of relaxation, distancing himself from Sun civilization and slowly becoming lost in the thicket of towering trees and dense shrubbery. The amount of life that surrounded him was overwhelming, and he could feel each and every bit of it. The light bow of a branch here and the stretch of a vine there.
The atmosphere, green, of vegetation and lively flora. Green like the viridescence of his eyes, contentedly gazing at the wildlife. Hands were resting casually in his pockets, and Julmunui was fading into the distance to satiate her own curiosity. The peacefulness of the jungle that he strolled through with lackadaisy, it was snapped apart by a shriek and a road.
His legs had already broke out into a run while the screams still echoed through the trunks. Eyes frantically scanning the horizon for a clear sight on where the noise was coming from, Quinn let his sensitivity guide him to where a human individual stood. A stumbling form with a fresh cut on the arm, the lady had somehow angered the feline.
To hit it, he could with Gossamer on his back, but he chose not to. Hoping that there would be enough time, the blonde lunged forward and twirled his staff butt forward, thrusting the end forward and catching the beast’s extended jaws. Sharp pearly whites had been stolen of their target, but there was still the pounce’s momentum to deal with. With a grunt, Quinn jerked his weapon back to pull the animal away from the girl and closer to himself. Reaching his free hand out, fingers found a handful of mane along with a grip on the nape.
A surge of anger and disturbance and fear, it was the adrenaline of the animal that flooded into his senses. And in response, the shaman sent a pulse of energy into the nerves, calming the feline’s temperament and leaving it indifferent towards the scene’s two individuals. Give it a second or so, and the predator wandered back into the thick of the jungle upon being released.
Throughout the short skirmish, Quinn had hoped that the stranger busied themselves with dodging any collateral damage. But with the main aggressor gone, his green gaze turned to face the woman, specifically training on the spill of blood dripping down the side.
She followed the blur's movements rapidly, her heartbeat increasing. Finally, they ceased, and suddenly the lion was...walking away?
She turned to face the figure, quiet at last - it looked alien to her for a moment, but then she recognized it: human. It appeared male. She saw his lips move, but her shock garbled the sound. Her knuckles whitened on the hilt of her dagger.
After a period that seemed hours, she gathered the courage to make her lips move. She hadn't talked to another person in years.
"I-I'm sorry, what did you say?" she stuttered, her voice breaking from disuse.
The look on the girl’s face was one of absolute shock, terror almost. Keen eyes observing the form, it was tense, a hand even clutching a small weapon off to the side. He hoped that the stranger didn't have intentions of getting aggressive. It would be unfortunate for the both of them, and it wasn't because of Quinn’s lack of melee skills, but the fact that it would be an aquainting opportunity ruined.
He raised his hands slowly, showing his own intention of peace, generosity for he wanted to mend the woman’s wound. The response was a bit broken, but it was better than nothing, and the blonde gladly clarified himself.
“There are cuts on your arm from what I see. I can close them if you'd like me to. Is that fine?”
His voice was chipper, friendly, a bit forward as a hand had already started reaching out. Eyes were focused on studying the injury, trying to grab for the other’s wrist but backing off should she show any distaste over his advancements.
She heard what he had said this time, though her heart still beat ferociously. While he spoke, she glanced down at her cut, noticing it for the first time. As if on cue, it began to throb painfully, and she restrained herself from grimacing. Picking a fight with that lion had been a mistake.
He began to reach for her wrist; she was still too flabbergasted to make a move against him. Her iron grip on the dagger loosened, and she slid it back into its sheath.
"That'd be nice," she said, allowing him to take her arm, a hint of confidence flowing back into her. He'd save her the hunt for medicinal supplies, and as he'd just saved her from a very potential demise, she couldn't see why not. Amazing what a bit of human kindness can do, she thought dryly.
The fading rush of adrenaline that usually returned to an individual their senses again, Quinn was a bit used to seeing moments like those, having healed a number of people who tried dismissing certain injuries as minor. He had also experienced similar moments, letting gashes bleed out until his body realized that his wounds were an emergency and needed to be tended to.
Hearing permission from the girl and feeling the wrist rest in his palm, the blonde returned the response with his own smile, content and genuine.
He is often cautious in regards to who he touched, knowing from experience that his body’s innate passive can be quite troublesome. But of course there was not avoiding that when he wished to heal, so Quinn continued his slow approach forward, not wanting to spook the stranger as he tucked his staff under his arm and rested his second hand underneath the bleeding cuts.
The itch of severed skin and exposed flesh, it was a sense that the healer was familiar with and the mind got to work immediately. Visualizing layers of tissue mending itself back together, magic seeped from Quinn's fingers to the victim’s wound, each laceration glowing green before the pale light faded away and left unpunctured skin beneath it.
A hum of content at his work, the healing had gone as smoothly as he expected. The man wiped off a bit more of the remaining blood from the smaller arm and released the girl to move to clean his fingers off on nearby moss, but a few red streaks still stuck.
“If my memory serves me right, there might be a stream nearby that you can clean up in? You don't want your clothes to be getting stained with some ugly blood. Are you feeling better though?”
She watched bemusedly as the cut on her arm disappeared within seconds, tissue bonding with tissue and skin healing over. The stranger wiped some excess blood off and even informed her about a stream she could use to clean up. Ashe glanced down at her clothes. Her favorite black leather armor had been gashed on both arms and dirt was visible on every speck of it. Shrugging, she nodded.
"Thank you," she said quietly. It was a phrase she had only said once before, but she deemed this man deserving of it. Words failed her, and she could not meet his eyes. Just kill him, said a voice in her head, and for a moment she was tempted to, all her muscles tensed. But suddenly she frowned at herself and pushed the voice away. Listening to it had gotten her here in the first place.
The moment passed, she raised her head and forced herself to smile, her next words a little more audible. "I think I will head off that way. I haven't seen you around the jungle before. Who are you?"
Lips still grinning at the newfound peace of the scene, tension and danger gone, or at least for him. Deeming his hands clean enough, Quinn returned his staff back into his fingers and readjusted the gear slung over his back. Ears perked up at the questions, and a reply was given with no hesitation, starting out his introduction with a deep bow.
“Call me Quinn! And you might've not seen me before since I don't roam around here too often. Maybe once or twice every moon cycle?
“You're a new face for me too though! I haven't seen you around my sector… Are you from the more southern regions of the clan?”
As soon as Quinn began to speak, Ashe realized her mistake. His light hair and skin marked him as an obvious Sun Clanner. And who was she to him? A criminal?
And then he asked the question she dreaded: who was she?
What could she do? Lie, or tell him the truth? Her every instinct urged her to lie, and in any other scenario she probably would have, but she felt a curious liking towards this man. She was compelled to tell the truth.
“I’m an exile,” she muttered very softly, apprehensive of his response.
His disposition shifted, but not towards the negative. It was unsure and foreign, for Quinn hadn't solidified an opinion on how to feel about the exiled ones. In short, he almost didn't feel anything. He was aware that they had committed crimes that might've been treasonous to their clan, but he wasn't all just himself.
Everyone had their own reasons and perspectives, he didn't want to be tunneled visioned to just one judgement. Curiosity was the easiest emotion for him to digest, and the blonde occupied himself with that emotion.
“I guess it's unfortunate that you've been kicked out of your home, but I hope that life hasn't been too rough out here for you. There was the cat attack earlier, but thank goodness that the dilemma was dealt with easily, right?
“But if you don't mind me asking… What was it that got you exiled from the Sun Clan?”
Ashe couldn’t meet his eyes, but she felt his curiosity. A sinking feeling bored a hole in her gut as Quinn inquired as to the reason why. There was no way she could tell him. She had to lie. If she told the truth, he might even be driven to kill her, though she was somewhat certain she might be able to overpower him.
But then there was the possibility that he wouldn’t want to kill her, albeit unlikely. In that case, he might want to see her punished for what she’d done, even though being exiled had been her punishment.
She’d tell him, but how could she ever let him walk away?
Her hand unconsciously slid down to the hilt of her dagger, her fingers wrapping around it with a vicelike grip. “Your curiosity is dangerous,” she heard herself mutter. “If you really want to know the reason why, I’ll tell you.
“I was actually a Moon Clanner until I tortured and killed one of my best friends. That’s why I was exiled. I hope you’re happy.” She looked up at him with a new glint in her eyes, her head beginning to feel weightless like it did when she had killed Breen all those years ago. The little brat had deserved it, after all.
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Whether it was reasonable, Quinn often went with what felt right for him. If it was his own curiosity that he thought was right, then it was his curiosity he would satiate. A bit of excessive digging may get individuals into trouble, but he was willing to go through that trouble for more exposure to the truth.
But his desire to know had gotten him into quite the pickle, hearing a proclamation that wasn't the most settling. He was at a loss of words again, but he had also brought it in himself. A mix of emotions he felt indeed.
Confusion, for he did not expect the girl to be from the Moon people.
Anger, for torture was always a gruesome act, and even more so if done upon close friends.
Caution, for the stranger had an edge to them that Quinn didn't want to trigger.
Justice, for those actions were more than enough of a reason to be exiled.
And lastly, there was a bitter taste in his mouth, for he was glad that the individual was not of their clan, that such disgusting scene had not occurred within their branches. He should not be feeling grateful for such crimes, but age old animalistic instincts prompted emotions of survival and selfishness within him. A cruelty of thought that existed in mankind's minds.
Quinn gave an acknowledging nod, for he didn't know what else to give.
“I can't say that I'm happy at all upon hearing such a crime, but I can praise you for having the guts to share such a dark history?
“Although I will say, I did not expect an appearance and pigmentation like yours to belong to the Moon Goddess's children… Would you call it a rare occurrence, or maybe foreign blood?”
Ashe raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t expected her confession to go so smoothly, though she had detected a hint of disgust and anger in the silence that had passed between them before Quinn had spoken again. His feelings were natural; why, if he hadn’t felt that way, she might have even made a new friend.
But now his curiosity had led him to inquire about her past. Was a stranger really so deserving of that knowledge? It had been no secret to her that she was adopted; why should she withhold it from him? And if by chance she regretted sharing it later, she could always kill him.
“My adopted mother found me on her doorstep when I was an infant. She took me in and raised me as her own. As to the whereabouts of my own family, I have no clue.” She hesitated and raised an eyebrow at him again. “Quite the curious one, aren’t you?”
A fact like that would have left a lot of strings frayed at the end, and Quinn was only even more captivated by the individual.
With the length that there conversation was going, he stabbed his staff into a spot of soft soil and leaned on the makeshift post, head resting on crossed arms as he gazed back at the girl and her stiff disposition.
“I have been told that by a lot of people that I've known and newly met, but isn't it a bit natural for people to wonder about things they don't know?
“Have you never thought about what your background really is, where you're from? I'm no investigator, nor am I one of the community's wisdoms, but your shade of hair gives a pretty good guess on where you may start looking. Have you not been curious about yourself at all?”
She couldn’t help but smile at the stranger’s innate curiosity. “You’re funny,” she said, her grin betraying her. “I’ve never met anyone so curious.”
Had she ever wondered about her parents? Of course she had; what orphan wouldn’t have? But her thirst for knowledge had been quenched along with empathy for others at a very young age.
“What’s the point of knowing?” she asked. “Even if I found them, they made it clear that they didn’t want me. I have more important things to worry about. And I think this conversation has gone on long enough.” She wheeled around, starting off into the thickets, wondering if he would be curious enough to follow her.
max: Boy, the site really went downhill... Surprised you two are still here, but fear not, I have returned!
Jun 6, 2018 22:47:16 GMT -5
snowman: Welcome back.
Jun 6, 2018 23:29:23 GMT -5
max: So anyone got hold of the admin? See if they're willing to transfer control to one of us, unless you two love birds wanna be the only ones on this site
Jun 7, 2018 15:10:00 GMT -5
snowman: Tried a while back when I posted to one of her threads, but hadn't heard anything
Jun 7, 2018 17:29:04 GMT -5
max: Did you try messaging her on Discord?
Jun 7, 2018 17:48:34 GMT -5
snowman: I tagged her I believe correctly and nothing.
Jun 7, 2018 23:53:53 GMT -5
max: Hm, I'll see if I can get a hold of her
Jun 8, 2018 0:05:26 GMT -5
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