White Skin Lines [Open]

[•Ezhdeha. ° »»]

Click the left to the right, twist the knob, switch the bottom block to the left angle, pull out the compartment and turn it over and out and around again...

.The cold flashed up again, any revealing white skin tightened up and Goosebumps whirled around. It was chilly when the breeze brought a frozen moment, but as it resided every time so the world kept warm. Avery was covered with a brown fur blanket, but her small numb hands and frozen wrists pocked out as it fiddled and clacked and crooked with her silver puzzle object. Her cheeks flushed pink on her angelic white face, and the wind pulled her golden hair from behind her ear. Under the scintillating night sky, the world stood still. The only sound dripping in the light stillness was her toy, the flickering candle fire, and the crickets. From the view of her roof the three wall barrier of the castle had sluggish silent life, the tired soldiers patrolled in the nighttimes in an orderly routine. The Surdans and Vardens slept soundly that night to strengthen up to work and worry for the next day, a day closer to the next possible skirmish or war with the Empire whom they all hated with a passion.


.Her Elvin puzzle was a gift from her grandmother, once upon a time. The silver wood grazed over each other as she arranged them in different order. This puzzle consisted of interchanging parts and rooks to distort a triangular prism to a perfect square, and vice versa. Her favourite part about this game was that whenever she was changing the shape again the arrangement was always different depending on how she put together the first one. It was a very entertaining devise, especially while she was on guard duty where nothing happens. Not that she didn't like the job, she loved working or having some part in helping the Varden, even if it was just sitting around watching nothing happen all night. Well, it wasn't really a serious job for her; she could leave whenever she wanted because she was just a volunteer. Not that she wanted to, there was nothing else better to do then working. While she waited for a more important job she's more used to, like spying, or assassination, guarding a person of importance, or fighting in a battle.

.Avery tilted her head and smiled subtlety as her little hands weaved through and started making the basic skeleton of the square.

[Saphira]

Ah, but to be a werecat was oft considered the finest thing in the world--at least from Miya's point of view. The chill wind cut through the clothes of the elves, humans and urgals like minuscule daggers, biting them and causing them to pull their clothing and blankets around themselves more tightly. With a nighttime visual acuity such as her own, the werecat could spot the goose pimples that arose on the pale skin of one such individual. Her ears swiveled to the sides in accordance with the small clicks and twists that sounded from the object this individual was preoccupying herself with. The werecat tilted her black and white head to the side, whiskers a-quiver as she hung a paw over the edge of the tree limb. The bark was rough but hardly notable given her furred form, which alighted in the tree quietly surveying the land before them. Nary a sound that was unnatural broke the silence of the still yet cool night, and her double-layered fur coat blocked that coolness more effectively than any blanket or clothing would do.

She yawned widely, displaying a pink tongue, curled up and bristled with rasps as any cat's would be, along with rows of sharp teeth, gleaming white and pointed in the moonlight filtering down from overhead. She might have been content just to sit there, but what a bore that would have been! This was no beam of sunlight or fireside in which she preferred to lie by. This was a tree, and a silent night, and nothing exciting was going on. She would rather have been elsewhere, truth be told, than here. Yet the silent companionship, though unbeknown to the elven maid below her, was pleasurable in its own rights--just not what she wished for at that precise moment. Therefore, it was no surprise that she changed her stance, getting up on four paws with the tip of her tail twitching, large green-flecked-yellow eyes slanted as she stretched luxuriously. Her claws dug into the wood, tearing out chunks of bark and giving way to the first notice that might be taken of her. Silent as she had been, no elf, human or urgal would have known she lie in wait up in the tree. So as not to startle or concern her would be companion, she leaped down in her current form, and then sent amiably, Greetings! You look as though you have done that before.

Miya tilted her head to the side, and blinked once, twice, slowly. She sat down, and around her paws her tail went, as she gave off the appearance of being both bored and amused all at once. A pretty cat was she, about the size of the largest of Maine Coons would have been. Still, she was no tabby marked creature. Instead she was a dark, unmarred black with white markings that fit prettily, and eyes that were the only indication of who she was in her humanoid form--at least the only natural one. The odd bracelet bands and earring were a sure giveaway, if she chose to be seen at all. It was unlikely any but a rider or two knew she was here. She had seen to that. She was merely a bystander most of the time, entering into battle from dragon's knew where, only to disappear again. She was social but on her own terms, and this night it was in those terms she approached this stranger elf. She was bored--and she didn't like to be bored.

[Jerrick]

Jerrick trudged through the chilled night's streets with little purpose. He had just finished debreifing some of the higher ups on his latest bit of Imperial sabotage and had no where to go, no jobs to preform for the rest of the night. He wasn't heading back into the Empire for at least another week, maybe longer. His job was a dangerous one, pretending to be one of Galbatorix's spies, but really feeding the ancient Emporer false information. If anyone in the Empire's ranks found out about Jerrick and lived to tell about it, the young Varden agent would more than likely end up with a very large price on his head.

He took a deep breath, watching the air leave his mouth in a quick burst of steam. He really shouldn't have been thinking so much about the dangers of his profession. If he didn't rid his mind of the thoughts, the chances were that much greater that he would just leave the Varden and go back to his quiet home in his quiet little fishing village.

Jerrick shook his head, as if ridding the space between his ears of cobwebs. As he did so, his eye caught a glimpse of one of the guards up on a rooftop. From where he was standing, the figure looked very familiar. And, well, he was bored, so he decided to strike up a conversation with whomever it was. It wasn't as if anything exciting ever happened on night watch anyway.

So, Jerrick jogged around to the side of the building and began scaling the walls using anything he could get his hands on for a hold. When he reached the top, the person (he could tell now that it was a woman) was involving herself in some sort of puzzle game. He spoke up, hoping that he wouldn't startle her too badly.

"Excuse me...I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

[•Ezhdeha. ° »»]

Avery had been pretty concentrated on her toy, other then the space in her mind that had been concentrating on every noise the surrounding area was making. All the little clickclacks of the warriors armor as they swiftly scalled down the walls. And the wisking from the trees as the cold desert night air swooped by lightly, but freezing. Crickets churned in a repetitive chourus, and small animals lazily crunched through the trees full of vines and leaves.

Occasunally Avery's eyes would take half a second to swipe her sight at a pinpointed area with a new sound, then look back when she saw it was another bird hopping to its nest, or a racoon hobbling in a irregular pattern. What Avery hasn't noticed, was a strange little cat watching her with its wide emerald eyes. That would have been the last thing Avery would have expected to see. The nights have been weeks of boring routine of just sitting there waiting for something interesting to happen, so boring she never thought anything out of the ordinary to happen. I mean, who would want to intrude on Surdia's Castle? Several walls thick with armed trained warriors, and there weren't many cracks around that any old spy or assasin could slip through unnoticed. Avery was so sure about that, she didn't even bother trying to guard the walls anymore. She'd much rather play around, read books, or just lie there staring up at the sky. When the cat's mind swept and tickled Avery, she jumped back dropping her toy half done. It was so sudden to her that randomly someone spoke to her threw her mind, it has been so long since someone was strong enough to do that. Especially since, as an elf, her mind barrior was too thick for a normal human to break through. The large cat pounced off its tree and landed gracefully in front of her. She was bored, it was easy to tell from her obvious expression, but amused with Avery. One thing that she deffinately noticed was its unnormally large cat size, and huge green eyes. The jewelry was a good give away too, but Avery didn't need to see them to know that this was a Werecat. A special kind of cat, with extrodinary powers and with two forms. Avery knew a werecat while she was still living with the elves.

"Yes, I have," she said, in her too velvet soft hymn like the voice of a child. She sounded surprised, but cheerful as usual as she pulled herself back up and picked up the toy to move it to the side. She stopped and remembered she didn't have to talk. So what're you doing here, fair werecat?

She thought, before her long elven ears twitched to the noise of a running man. She thought nothing of it, until he came up on her roof. As if on instinct, she ignored the cat and the toy and everything else around her, and stood half way up and grabbing her dagger on the ground beside her. It was an old dagger, with an ancient leather handle and somewhat rusty blade. It was the only weapon left in the Weaponery for the wall guards. Though it didn't really matter what kind of blade she had, at least she had one. Even thought it wasn't what she was used to.

[Saphira]

One ear flickered to the side, as Miya turned her head to gaze quizzically in the direction of the sound of footsteps approaching. They were coming this way, but they weren't here yet! So, she licked a paw and yawned, a further display of just how bored she really had been. Then, her nose twitched as she licked her chops and confessed, I was bored. You looked more interesting than the beetle on the tree. He's here.

She turned her head about once more to face the newcomer, who asked if he was interrupting anything--but she didn't speak to the man. Instead, she flicked one paw upside down, unsheathing her claws and making as though she were inspecting them, as though nothing were more interesting, all of a sudden, than her own claws. The tip of her tail gave a twitch, and her black, tufted ears swiveled in accordance with the man's voice. The wind, which was far more keen atop the roofs than down in the protected wall surrounded area, blew her fur a tad asunder. Still, she continued to stare at her claws. She was interested in the elf girl. Simple as that, the man didn't matter at the moment--unless he was going to prove interesting, too? She had been bored, but now her mind mulled over things that entirely didn't matter, as her emerald eyes blinked once, twice, and then she seemed intent on her claws.

She was listening, though, yes she was! She wanted to see what the elf would say. She wanted to see what the man would reply. Conversation was more trivial to a werecat than was action, excitement, and events. Miya was no exception, though more prone to it than some, if she wanted to be. The moon shone down on the trio, the light of it reflecting off the much paler face of the elf, the white of the werecat's fur. Miya remained inert, as she waited.

[kanoinazuma17]

A young man walked through the darkening streets of Aberon, cloaked in a heavy tan cloak that protected him from the buffeting wind. His bag rested on his back as he came to rest under a tree, looking around. He hadn't found the place he was looking for yet, but he was going to keep looking, even if it took him late into the night hours. His long dark brown hair was bound up with leather straps that kept them out of his way, but his bangs still fell into his face, hiding his features whenever he looked down.

As he sat down, his large black cylindrical bag was set on the ground next to him as he lowered his body to the ground. He was definitely a mysterious person, but he didn't mind being considered that, he was just an enomily for others to solve, and frankly, he found it fun. Being a swordsmith, it was one of his hobbies to mess around with metal objects, and so he worked on so many mechanical contraptions used to benefit everyday life, like the spool of a catapult that was powered by a few pulleys. he would work on them all, seeing as he loved to tinker with objects.

As he looked around, the young man blinked and yawned, feeling weary from travel around the city. He had earlier gotten into quite a skirmish with some of the city's guards, and it wasn't any task to leave them breathless and on the ground. His name was Kano: the maniacal tinkerer and brilliant swordsmith.