Under Sun and Moon [Laszlo]

What is this? Insanity? Well... that makes sense, since we are in Alvadas.

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

Under Sun and Moon [Laszlo]

Postby Alanys Hyacinth on October 16th, 2011, 3:26 am

Fall 38th, 511 AV, Fifteenth Bell



Ruby eyes followed the lines of Common words as they flowed across the torn pieces of paper they were printed upon. Black claws delicately gripped the somewhat crumpled sheets, whom had a semi-permanent home in a small red-bound book that usually resided against the skin of a pale Symenestra woman.

The woman sighed as she flipped over one of the pages, her irritation at the sheer simplicity of the Human language she was forced to read. Her hands ached to transcribe the words, the knowledge, into something much more elegant and soft that the coarse tongue she was forced into using. One could say she hated Common, as much as she hated Humans. One would be right to assume that.

Because there wasn't much that made Alanys happy outside of the gleaming webs of her home and the pool of blood that was devoted to her God and the heritage of her race. She disliked Alvadas and its winding personality that made absolutely no sense. She was not amused by Alvadas' childish antics and fraying persononality. Alvadas truly was a city for Humans.

"Hypnotism is, first and foremost, persuasion in the highest of formats. It is the svelte use of words, the cunning utilization of thought and movement, and the shaping of one's Djed through eye contact and focus. Hypnotism was once thought an art that focused in the minipulation of one's soul through eye contact, as the soul of a Human is believed to be resting in the base of their skull to which the eyes are, literally, windows..."

Alanys sighed and lifted her eyes from the delicate script, scanning her surroundings warily. She was outside of the Withered Rose, a place she hadn't bothered to attend as it seemed constantly bursting with customers despite it's appearance and scent. On a bench placed across from the building, Alanys pondered the wiseness of entering. She wasn't seriously considering it though, and soon her ruby eyes had strayed to the passersby that strove to ignore her presence as the blight that it was. Perhaps she'd see someone she knew, or even she'd see one of the Dra that seemed so fond of Alvadas.
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