| A pause before the door was pushed aside to allow the woman entrance, eyes lifting to look over the people around her, black hair pushed from ebon features as those amber-green eyes seemed to judge her surroundings. At her hips she wore two long swords, and hidden upon her was that lovely hand crossbow her father gave her. She wasn't an intimidating woman, she only stood 5'8", and rarely kept eye contact, unlike most drow she was raised believing she was beneath even males. Her hair fell down to her waist tucking it behind her remaining elven ear as she gave a soft smile. Then she grinned, brushing past people towards the man that had caught her heart, even when she thought someone else held it. She's still friends with Loki, she hopes, but her heart belongs to Gio, though she won't tell her sister of sorts about it. So her white gold collar's been changed, now there's nothing upon that smooth surface, she's waiting for Gio's permission to have his name placed there instead of Del's. |
| There's nothing for me to speak of, the only good that comes of my words are those clothed in lyrical merriment, masked by the world's ignorance, taking painfilled and bleeding words, crafted by a poet whose heart has bled ink upon parchment, and taking them as merriment, as though a dying poet were looking to the stars, and seeing his final hope, but in truth, there is no hope to save those blessed words, bled from the poet's mind by a leanan, oblivious to the curse she directs upon the poet, killing her in the prime of her life, but drinking her art from every word that so issueth from her mouth. ::Oh yes, she did live for her art, nothing could disguise that, but her green eyes were almost always filled with sadness anymore, she'd lost too much in so little time.:: |
| " I gave you a chance, please, oh gods please don't ask for another one... " |
| Life goes on, right? Well, it took awhile for LaRuil to move on, always praying for Del to come and hold her, always. She's clung to men in the past, but only because she could curl up and for a few minutes forget what happened, how she lost her life. She doesn't hate the priestesses of Lloth, she can't, they did what they thought was right, that's the problem with our woman, she can see the other side's point, and she never can really hold a grudge. So she doesn't hide anymore, doesn't hide the snake that curls up her right arm, imprinted into her skin for her father's guild. She doesn't hide her ebon skin and raven hair. She doesn't hide painfully human features, or the fact she's missing her pinky, and that ring that once adorned her hand. She does hide the fact that one ear is completely missing, and she's lost some of her hearing on that side, making her hearing like that of a normal human. She doesn't hide how much she feels in those green eyes, or the collar that once bore Del's name. She can't justify hiding anymore, she's been on the surface too long. Horrible things have happened to this poor girl, having almost been raped on one occassion, but Lunden came to her rescue She was born as a child to a renegade drow father, and a human mother who died in birthing her. So she never knew Raven, but she grew up in Menzoberranzan, surrounded by men, and constantly reminded by her father that she would die if the world knew she existed. So she kept to herself, hiding from her father's race, but despite this, she fell in love, losing her heart to a regular Don Juan. This man, this Del, well, he was like nothing she'd ever known. He'd been through many women, it was a wonder he didn't have children, but he was quick with weapons and words, a regular charmer when a woman let him speak. She didn't realize that Del had been watching her grow with envy, jealous of the love that her father showed her as he taught her to read and write, how to fight, everything. Del was quick to offer to show the girl to fight, and ended up losing his heart when he agreed to let her show him how to read and write. Soon enough he asked for her to always be his, marriage on the surface, and that's how they'd live, it was an agreement, they'd steal away to the surface after binding their hearts forever. His gift to her was a beautiful white gold collar that said Del Forever. A week before their marriage she was found out, by her older brother's matron. She never knew her father used to be part of a house, and willingly gave his matron two children, Brighton and Jaymekra, twins. Well, LaRuil did know Brighton, and he was always a brother, in spirit if not in blood. Often had LaRuil taken beatings for her brother from Jaymekra, but never, never did Jaymekra tell her matron. Not until she found out about the marriage between Del and LaRuil, she did warn Del that she'd have the girl butchered in Lloth's name, too bad he didn't believe her, not until the fateful night when they were attacked by drow priestesses. Brighton never knew Del died until his sister found him on the surface, for he'd already left with a woman that caught his heart. Alonwi Summergold was her name, and so it was that LaRuil saw Del die, but then she ran, like she never ran before, away from everything she knew, away from the safety that had once surrounded her. |
| "Del, qualla, yah Del xuat el." "Inbau doeb d'ghil LaRuil, xsa ol, vel'drav dos shlu'ta." "Usstan xuat ssinssrin ulu sevir dos." "LaRuil, dost ilharn zha elghinyrr, usstan xuat ssinssrin ulu dos." "Jhal nind orn elgg dos ichl." "Vel'drav usstan telanth usstan orn'la el whol dos, usstan uil ver'n." "Ka dos dro, orn dos lor whol ussa?" "Ka ussa dro, gaer zhah naubol wun nindol tresk'ri nindel orn ser ussa tarthe." "Usstan orn zuch ser dos wun ussta xukuth, Del." "Usstan orn neitar gotfrer dos. Streea shlu'ta naut ser udossa maglust." "Usstan orn kyorl whol dos pholor l'shinduago." "Qualla LaRuil, fridj alu, usstan orn kyorl whol dos wun avariel." |
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