A War of Music ((Needs people please!))

[vineco]

Adiemus could never stay in one place, always moving and not being held back in one place. One though it came close, he met this one nice girl and immmediatly her father tried to get them married. Adiemus went along with it untill one night he over heard her father talking about just marrying for money..Adiemus wasnt there the next day.
He often said ones that follow on the notes of his or her music had to go along with what they mostly played as in mood. Everyone on this planet has within themself a song that defines who they are, if you be around someone for a long time, you start to know what there song is and eventaully you play it in your mind or whistle, hum it, and then you know who you are with completly. But thats what Adiemus thinks, and half of what he thinks is ever right wrong or in the gutter. (rarely there. ^.^)

Adiemus smiled at the sunlight one last time for today before getting up from whatr was his fire that was used to make hot water for tea. He packed up and looked both ways before going back onto the dirt road. He walked on up the road, whistling a little, no major song but just some nursery song, and came apon the hill.  

[silentdraconis]

Character name: Clariss Caelward
Gaia username: silentdraconis
Instrument/Voice: Alto
Age: 17
Species: half-drow, half high-elf
Apperance: Tall and slender with the tell-tale elven build, her skin is dusky, but not the coal-black of her drow-kin. Her eyes are pale jade as a compromise between gray-white and green. She dressess in loose clothes, in navy shirts and black breeches with a sash of dark gray about her hips whith tassels decorating every edge to swish against her legs as she walked. From her left ear dangles an inch long, double-strand of fine, ebony and silvery beads, the metal ones smaller than the wood, at least half the size; and arced over the top of the same ear is a hoop of silvery metal as palin as starlight. Her right ear has a single stud of the same silvery material, set with a jet star that takes up all but the barest border of metal.
Personality: Reserved, as an exile from both her peoples, she does not often voice an opinion, and prefers to perform and speak from the shadows.
Weapons((other than voice)): A silver longsword of delicate make, and a light-weight crossbow with a stock marked with a minimilistic burn shaped like a dragon (a bunch of lines that imply the shape, rather than filling it out in full detail) She bears also knives, and a quarterstaff of some exceedingly dark wood that strikes with amazing force.
Other: She's wary of others of her own kind, be they full blooded drow, or high elf, or even half-bloods.  

[silentdraconis]

As was her habit, Clariss avoided roads. She prefered to move under the shadows of the trees where people wouldn't think, or have the chance, to stare at her. When she sang, they could look as they wished. She never noticed the stares when she was signing or performing, but once she stopped, she noticed that here and there someone gave her a look of distaste, or an arrogant glance of superiority. She couldn't help what she was. That was on her parents, and yet no one scorned them except the Elven Kind.
Maybe it was all in her head, but she avoided it in any case. She employed powders and other make-up on rare occasions when she was simply sick of it all, but such deceptions were rare; she was not ashamed of her heritage, though she didn't like how people treated her.
"Oh, to the stout of heart..." She began, quietly singing to herself the words from the Mirror of Daemona, a prized Drow possession that was kept in the temple of Loreth. They used it to remind every Drow of their true nature, since it showed only the darkness in a person. For all that it was (supposedly) forged from the eye of a demon, it was a neat little rhyme.
Besides... She was alone. No reason not to sing to herself.  

[vineco]

One thing that he didnt see much on hbis travels away from any big cities where his own kind, elves. Well drow if you look at the more detailed of what he is. He didnt know why, he would imagine he would run into more than he did in the city before he went on his trip. But the more he went, he started to see that there just wasnt any forest elves out there anymore, or he hadnt gone far enough yet.
His kind wasnt the same anymore, many of them are crimals, using there sleathyiness for bad instead of good. They would rob or be hired assassians, something like that. The high elves looked down apon the drow with digust, Adiemus was still surprise they consider the drow elves still. He had only known two other drows that were somewhat good, both had gone to the great libaries and studied with Adiemus and they were teaching there before he had left on his journy.  

[silentdraconis]

Clariss let the day wear down while she put more miles under her feet. She didn't stop with sunset, having inherited the sharp night-eyes of the Drow. She wasn't tired yet. She probably wouldn't want to sleep til dawn, and maybe not then. When she got tired, there were always nooks in trees she could take. (She usually slept in the rafters at inns anyway. They were safer.) Whatever happened, she always had a fast route out, and a sharp ear pricked for interesting sounds. Her words slipped into an elven tune she'd learned from her mother, praise for the sun danced through the air around her in her soft voice.  

[vineco]

Adiemus passed beyond the hill, his eyes catching more trees and some wild animals but no humaniods of any kind. His nose also caught the sent of water, maybe a nearby lake or stream. He smiled, he liked to walk alone sometimes, it helped him think and what not.

He went along close to the trees lineing the road, more hidden but not meaning to hide. He didnt mind people also, it was more of what time of day it was and how he felt at the time. ((ahh, small but thats all i can think of now))  

[silentdraconis]

Something stopped her where she stood. A reflexive reaction to something she hadn't placed yet. Her mouth closed and her eyes picked out the time of day: closing in towards sunset. Maybe half of an hour left. Her ears twitched looking for what it was that had disturbed her modicum of peace between the maliscious chaos of the towns.
Silence. Nothing touched her sensitive ears.
Silence...
Not the sound of nothing, but no sound...
Silence.
Her jaw tightened and she glared.
"Silence falls and darkness draws,
The mourners call again.
Off in the distance,
What sad sound do I hear?
The churchbell rings again.
I ask for whom the bell is tolling,
And no one answers.
I ask again
But only sorrow calls
And I am told.
The bell is tolled for me..." She spun it on the spot, a combination of her reactions and emotions, jumpled into a free-form song. It lacked the structure of something solidly thought out, but had a hint of deper reality, greater meaning than something picked over a dozen and six times. It was unfinished, but perfect in its roughness. She threw in verses for the invisibility of ghosts, the call of shadows, of death, and the eerie bindings that held the spirit bound to life.  

[Jasae Bushae]

((yay a music rp whee !!!))  

[vineco]

Suddenly Adiemus ears picked up a song echoing through some parts of the forest, making sound a nature innermix into a almost perfect combination. He smiled, walking off the road and towards the sound, through the forest. He looked around, this part of the forest was different from the rest, it seemed to be silent all the time save for the sound of the wind coming by, moving the trees but no animals around here.
He looked ahead of himself, walking for a while untill stopping, sensing something odd. Yet he couldnt put his finger on it so he kept walking, tripping over a gravestone. "What.." he said to himself, looking down at a very old grave while slowing getting up, now seeing others like this one, hidden by the forest growth or the gravestones falling apart, making it harder to see them.

He walked again, coming to a clearing and seeing the woman drow ahead of himself. He smiled, the song was almost hypnotizing yet it wasnt for him to get lost within it, it was for the singer to get lost. vendui, dosst tune atsus ussta haren wun natha wondering kruk. ((i dont know drow, i just trans it from a site. sweatdrop )) "Hello..." he whispered, trying not to bother the woman to much.  

[silentdraconis]

((No clue what that says))
She spun, falling silent, a loaded crossbow coming up to be centered on his chest. Her skin was to pale to be full drow, but her ears were clearly of a full blooded elf. She didn't relax when she saw him, rather, it seemed as though she became more tense. Her jade-green eyes hardened.
"What do you want?" She demanded her pure voice cross; the weapon rested steady in dusky hands.
She did not speak in Elvish of any kind, though there was a slight accent to her words that said Elvish was, in fact, her primary tongue.  

[vineco]

Adiemus blinked a little and backed up, not seeing this reply to him coming over here because her voice sounded nicer than her act. "Im sorry, i didnt mean to disturb you.." he said softly to the female.
Other things started to come to his sight now, she wasnt full drow, actuallly a clear look at her and you wouldnt think she was at all. He also didnt see any weapons on her before he came over to her, a mistake he made only this time because lately he didnt need those look-outs where he has been.

He could attack back, not with a weapon sense he carried none other than his tea pot, but with whistling. Yet he didnt want to attack, he was not sure if she would clearly attack him, and he wasnt sure if his spells would work for he hasnt used them in a long time.  

[silentdraconis]

"I never met but one drow who didn't," She retorted, lifting her head slightly, haughtily, almost, but more condecending. "Now what do you want?" She leveled her gaze at him, still as steady as stone, and wary as a creature eyeing a viper.
Maybe she'd been bitten before? It might explain her comment, and the reaction he was getting from her.
Maybe.  

[vineco]

He looked down at the crossbow pointing at his chest and back up at the face of his capturer, sighing a little. Bad judgement got me here. he thought to himself, then quickly flashed his hand down to the crossbow, knocking it away from pointing at him and darted off into the forest while thinking quickly.
Body composes of dreams
Wanting to be forgotten,
like a flash of a light unnoticeable at first.
Until you want to see the powers of your eyes,
once again play the tricks on your mind.
Flash on by like the life of those around.
Wanting to be forgotten yet..
somewhere in the crowd there is one,
who wants to be known.
He whistled as he went through the forest and at the end of the song, he vanished, dissapeared, was gone...
He reappeared in a tree nearby, high up and overlooking everything else out there.  

[silentdraconis]

Clariss fell back a step when he attacked, her insurance against a knife in the stomach, and let her eyes trail after him when he ran.
She'd never met a drow that ran. Usually they tried to kill her, on the rare occasions that she met and actual drow. Of course, that was the reaction High-Elves took for the most part, too.
Well, he was out of her hair, and the best thing to do now would be get out of there, just in case he decided to come back and sneak six inches of cold iron between her ribs. She looked around, making sure of herself and her possessions before darting off, whispering to herself her own reminder.
"What sorrow found in bliss forgotten?
What solace in the sun?
What nightmares haunt the dreams of Fearless,
And on what do the forgotten dwell?
What safety lacks in nights forlorn,
What honor found in fame?
Nothing but a name.
Nothing known and nothing lost,
Is nothing to regain."
It was the last two lines that were the most important, but she never sang only part of a stanza. It reminded her that they'd never been her kind, and that she didn't trust them on principle. The principle being: they'd tried to kill her and the two people she loved most.  

[vineco]

He sat apon the tree for a while, just looking around and listening with his ears as the night windle on. The woman he met earlier, she was different from other halves he had seen before, somehow she dazzled him, not by looks or the song, but the way she simply acted, like a warrior on the dance floor as the main event for the show.

He sighed, looking under him at the ground level below, hearing rustle of feet on the leaves at the bottom. "Hope you be only a rabbit.." he whisper to himself and waited for answear.