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by Lysander on May 28th, 2011, 3:56 pm
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by Sitkanis on May 28th, 2011, 7:34 pm
The days seemed empty, meaningless in fact, now that Adalia was gone. Her shy but beautiful smile, her cute childish laugh, but most of all those eyes that were more beautiful than the purest ocean tide were never to be seen again. They had slipped away in the night to head back to Mura. He had tried to stop her. She was a woman, she wasn't supposed to leave without him. The simple fact was, she left just as gracefully as she came and there was no way to stop her. It seemed as though the longer he was back in Mizahar the more the sea seemed to scorn him. He had almost died in it's depths and Adalia, dear sweet Adalia had left him upon it's waves. Still, the sea called to him. He did not know why. Maybe it was a bit of hope that some how it would give him answers. He felt conflicted between his longing for lost Konti lover who escaped on the sea and his love for Leth who hung so beautifully above it. As Sitkanis walked through Denval he could feel the city winding down around him. Syna was growing tired and was moving closer to her lover. He felt an urge to escape to the shore. He hated to change forms in the middle of the city. By the water he would be alone to change without the prying eyes of the Denvali. It was not that he did not trust them, changing simply made him feel uncomfortable and exposed. At the shore Sitkanis could see Syna bowing her way out to Leth. He felt uncomfortable as he watched. He did not want to change. His deep brown eyes glanced down at his hand as the first of the lights began to glitter over his fingers. They were like little stars infecting his skin and spreading over his skin. They glowed gold as the picked up pace and rushed over Sitkanis' tanned skin. The thing he hated most about his transformation was watching the glittering lights take over his windmark. It was his source of pride. He simply sat on the beach and watched the lights take over his body. It pained him to watch it. Adalia always loved to see the show of his transforming skin. She had always claimed that she found both of his forms equally beautiful. He did not want to think of her so he simply sat, staring out at the sea as the lights began to climb up his neck and across his cheek. He peered out at the horizon as his brown eyes turned a beautiful lilac color. He could have sworn he saw a light out there. Almost like his own but more sudden and short. He found his own transformation annoying. It was so slow and strange looking. Sitkanis cocked his head as the light faded into the night. "I wonder what it was." It had been a little strange that so many Ethaefal had been falling into the sea off the shore of Denval. Did Leth and Syna favor this city? Maybe that is why he had fallen there too. The thoughts were so silly though. Why would there be another Ethaefal off the coast? The race was so rare. There was no way a third Ethaefal would fall into the city, was there? When the last of the lights had engulfed Sitkanis' skin the man looked like a glittering mass for a moment before the lights slowly receeded, much like they came. He was glad to see the lights disapate although he hated the form that they left behind. Where a tall Drykas once sat, a shorter more beautiful man with marble like horns took his place. Due to summer closing in on the city his hair was mostly black but the ends were still clinging to the springs greyish-lavender color. His horns were similar, being green but tinged with a beautiful white at the ends. He was shorter than most Ethaefal, standing as short as they come at 5'6. He was curious, he wanted to know what made the light. Standing up on the shore, Sitkanis tried to push his now short stature to it's limits as he tried to see out to the incoming boat. He had shed his shirt on the beach but was searching through his bag for his small pair of pants. He was so used to changing his clothing at the drop of a hat that he mearly removed his larger and longer pants for his shorter and thinner ones on the beach. He hated his form, he was not nearly as muscular as his Drykas body. As the last of his light shimmered away on his skin he called out to the boat. "Who is out there? What as that light?" |
by Lysander on May 28th, 2011, 10:05 pm
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by Sitkanis on May 29th, 2011, 1:37 am
Leth hung quietly in the sky as his two sons moved closer to meeting one another. Sitkanis' lilac eyes were focused out on the water as the boat got closer. The last time he had seen a boat in these waters it had been Adalia's. He could not chase after her, not onto a boat. What if he fell off the boat? He couldn't swim. His fear was just another reason why Adalia was gone. He was not strong enough. Even in his past life he had not been strong enough. A glassbeak killed him as a Drykas and now little by little, a Konti was killing him as an Ethaefal. At least it felt that way. Sitkanis watched the boat intently, much like an animal would as it was stalking it's prey. He listened to the sounds around him, mostly to the waves. He wondered if Laviku was watching, maybe judging him a bit. He often wondered if the watery God watched him from the sea and laughed at his fear. Silly little Sitkanis. So high and mighty until he reaches water. The God was not actually speaking to Sitkanis he just was imagining what the God might say. His hands balled into fists although he could feel there was not as much strength behind the action as he was used to. When the boat reached the shore Sitkanis was surprised to see a creature that looked similar to him step out of it's hull. He was much taller of course. That fact alone made him uncomfortable. It seemed every Ethaefal he met was taller than him. Leth must have been having a laugh about that one. The creature was male. That much as evident even if he seemed to be a little beautiful for a male. A lot of Ethaefal were though. He liked to think that his nightly form was more manly but that might have just been a misguided hope. The boy spoke up and Sitkanis' lilac eyes followed his lips movement. He had not met an Ethaefal like him since the day he fell. He wanted to understand what others like him were like. "I fell but not recently." He stood there looking at the boy almost as if he was trying to see through him. "I fell in the fall. It is spring right now, or more so, almost summer." He was not sure if the boy knew what was going on around him. He knew that when he fell he had no idea what was going on. "Do you know where you are." He spoke flatly as he looked at the boy. "Or who you are?" The questions were sort of pointless. Why would the boy know where he was? He just fell out of the sky. "I am like you, an Ethaefal." He was a bit jealous of the boy. He wanted to badly to be back with Leth. Things were safe up in the Ukalas. There was no Adalia to haunt his mind or a past life to invade his dreams. There was no pain or longing, just peace. The boy in front of him had been ripped from it all, just like he had. He could not help but want to help him. "You are far from home. I can promise you that much." |
by Lysander on May 29th, 2011, 2:36 am
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by Sitkanis on May 29th, 2011, 3:44 am
"Lysander..." Sitkanis sounded the name out in his mind. It did not sound like a constellation. When Lysander spoke up again Sitkanis understood. It was because it wasn't a constellation. The boy had made it up. "Strange..." He voice was still deep in his form but not as much so as his deep baritone when he was in Syna's light. "It is as good of a name as any I suppose." He could not push himself to smile at the boy. It did not feel right. He was happy to have found another like himself but he was still worried. Last time he had met an Ethaefal of his kind he had almost killed her. Instead, she killed herself because he had threatened her. He did not want to hurt someone again. Not like that. Not with Leth watching. "I'm Sitkanis... or Sitka. Some people have taken to calling me Sitka." He didn't particularly like the nickname but it seemed that people enjoyed having a nickname to call others. It made them feel closer. He had never had a nickname for Adalia. Maybe that was the problem. Sitkanis could truly care less about the boy's nudity. He was far past the insecurity of seeing other people naked, regardless of gender. He looked into the boy's eyes, trying to see their color. He wanted to compare their hue to his own. "This is Denval. It is part of the Kalea region. All mountains and the like." He looked out to the sea behind them and then back to Lysander. "And sea I suppose. You clear see that though." The boy seemed to be cold. At least it seemed that way. "We should get you into town. It's warmer there." He dug through his bag and threw a shirt and pants at the man. "You can borrow these but I need them back when Syna comes up. I am taller during the day." He did not know how he felt about sharing his clothes but the boy clearly needed clothing to get into the city. As the pair walked Sitkanis tried to think of things to say to the newly fallen boy at his side. "Do you remember anything? From your past life I mean." He wished he could remember more about his past life. He still could not remember much. "I remember very little and I've been fallen for a while." His hand absentmindedly came up to his arm and felt where his windmark was absent. "I remember enough to know I'm missing things though." He pondered over where he would take Lysander once they got into town. The Strangers Welcome seemed like a good enough place. Neither one of them would eat or drink though. In the city Sitkanis led Lysander through the streets, nodding silently at the people who passed by. Some knew him, others only knew one of his forms. Either way, he was sure the slight of him with another Ethaefal at his side was a little strange. He knew where he wanted to go. He sought out the place where he had first found answers about himself. "Denval is a good place to fall. People are very accepting here. At least I have found them to be." When the two stopped they were standing in front of the labyrinth. "The Denvali say the labyrinth is a good place for finding answers... or meditating." He was not sure if Lysander would want to do either but it was a good place to talk if the boy felt like doing so. |
by Lysander on May 29th, 2011, 1:26 pm
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by Sitkanis on May 29th, 2011, 3:52 pm
Maybe Sitkanis shouldn't have offered his nickname. Now Lysander would start calling him Sitka or worse, expect Sitkanis to think of a name for him too. "Lys... Sander... Ander?" He thought of different ways to shorten the boy's name but they all seemed awkward and wrong. Not that they would not work for Lysander but that he did not see himself giving another person a pet name. It seemed too endearing or more so womanly. Adalia had always given him cute little names. "I love you Sitka my little star..." He looked ahead at the moon as he tried to push the fleeting memories of the Konti away. She didn't belong in Denval anymore. Not even the thought of her deserved to be in the city. She had abandoned him. He did not give notice to the fact that he had deserved it. Sitkanis looked the boy over as he pulled on the clothing. "Good, I won't be shorter than him for long." He worried a bit as the boy put on the clothing. What if he did not get it back? He would have to get more clothing then, not that it would be an issue of course. He just did not want to. He had been wearing the same clothing for a while now. Perhaps he had grown attached to it. When Lysander moved closer to the water once again Sitkanis felt himself growing a bit uncomfortable. He did not know whether the boy could swim but as he watched the boy get closer to the water he felt a cold chill run down his spine. In his mind he saw the Ethaefallen girl running into the waves, sacrificing herself to Laviku's depths so she could go home to the Ukalas. He had tried to save her. He had even thrown himself into the waves to get her back to shore. In the end she had died though. Leth had watched as his son was unable to save his Ethaefallen sister. He wanted to stop Lysander from going near the water but he stayed silent. He did not want to have to get closer to the waves himself. "Details are the hardest part. All I see are small flashes." The small flashes were all he had though. He clung to them like they were his lifeline. "I remember a dog which I assume was mine. She was brown, or more painted color, named Nekara." He smiled as he remembered her. The memories of her were his favorite, although few. He closed his eyes as he saw her running through the grass and playing with a boy... his boy, his son. If only he could remember his name. It was strange to him that he could remember the name of his dog but not the name of his son. "My personality is starting to come back a bit. I don't think that is a good thing though." His smile faded as he thought of his bursts as his former self. They had scared Adalia away. The talk of death made Sitkanis uncomfortable. He did not know how he died. He didn't even have an inkling of it. He could have just passed in the night while he was sleeping for all he knew. He looked at Lysander curiously. He knew that at night one could not tell what an Ethaefal was really like. They were far too different from their past-life forms. He did not seem like a criminal though. He talked far too much like a child. He clearly didn't look like one though. Sitkanis was well aware of the fact Ethaefal did not age but even in Lysander's night form he appeared to look younger than Sitkanis. "Like all things it will return I suppose. Memories are tricky for us... for Ethaefal." It was clear to see Sitkanis was not skilled in talking to others on topics as introspective as this. "They come but they are not very clear. At least not in my experience." Sitkanis looked at Lysander quizcally when he heard his name spoken. "Lysander." He did not know what else to say to his name. The boy seemed to be shaken up. Did Sitkanis do something wrong? He was not sure what to do with others when they were upset. Adalia had been a lot like him with emotions. She tended to just have one constant emotion. She was just quiet and affectionate. There were rarely any mood swings to deal with. The only time he had seen her mad was the night she left him. "What are you scared of?" He could have made a good guess as to why Lysander was scared. He did not voice it though. It was better to let the fearful talk for themselves. As the boy talked Sitkanis thought of the boy in his memories. The one who played with Nekara and stood beside him in the grass while hunting. He had been so young. It pained Sitkanis that he could not get to know what the boy would be like when he grew up. More so, it scared him that there might have been other children. He could have forgotten completely about them. He had been a father but he barely even knew what his children were like. He did not know their names, the sound of their voices, or even the joy he felt when he saw them for the first time. He was feeling much like Lysander did. He truly had no idea who he was. A father? A husband? A Drykas? There were not any memories to let him know for sure. |
by Lysander on May 29th, 2011, 8:04 pm
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by Sitkanis on May 30th, 2011, 12:40 am
The boy seemed to only be getting worse. Sitkanis frowned in frustration. He had no idea how to speak to Lysander. Emotions were a woman's job. They were mothering and they had time for the more sensitive parts of personalities. Lysander was like him though. He had fallen away from father Leth and unlike Sitkanis, he was now faced with someone who could help him understand what happened. He did not want to show compassion. It was so feminine and soft. Reluctantly he placed a hand on Lysander's arm and looked up into his eyes. "It is scary. Trust me, I know." He could not keep eye contact with Lysander for too long. He was starting to feel uncomfortable. "You are taking this much better than I did though. My fall was the worst experience I can remember." He wanted to stay rigid and cold. No emotion was good emotion. He could feel it creeping to the surface. The tears, the pain, the memories. Everything he tried so hard to forget. He stared at the ground searching for the right words to say. He had kept the entire experience of his falling to himself since it happened. He had played it and replayed it over and over in his mind but he never talked about it. He didn't even talk to Adalia about it. "I fell on the same night as another Ethaefal from Leth's domain. I was scared, I don't know what came over me. I-I... I tried to kill her on the shore." Sitkanis' lilac eyes were wide and for the first time since Adalia's departure full of emotion. "She ran from me into the sea and... I don't know. I tried to save her. I..." Here it was. Here is where weakness set in. He could not tell Lysander why he could not help the girl. It was so childish. "I'm scared to death of water. She drowned herself and I couldn't save her. Leth saw the whole thing." This was why Sitkanis kept his emotions locked away. He was safe when he could not feel them. "I did not know I was even an Ethaefal until... Leth knows when. I had no idea who I was, where I was, what I was, or even where I came from." He could not look at the boy. He had shamed himself by admiting his weakness to him. He could now use it against him if he wanted. Once he started talking about his fall the story had just poured out of him like water. He looked sheepishly at Lysander, a hint of tears in his eyes. "So yes, I understand that it is scary." He would not talk about it any further. Lysander had gotten empathy but he would not get a couple's session of trading feelings. That much he refused to do. Sitkanis listened to the world around him as the the pair of Ethaefal walked into the labrynith. It was quiet enough. At least that meant no one saw his pathetic show of sorrow. He would not have been able to face the city if someone had. He felt a small bubble of anger rise up in his chest when Lysander called himself useless. "You are not useless. You fell from the Ukalas, you found yourself in a new body, you are allowed to be disoriented." Sitkanis was now sure if he was a spiritual man but at times he spoke like one. Of course, one would expect nothing less from a son of Leth. "Feel blessed that you have any memory at all. When I fell all I could remember was grass and running horses. I know what it means now but at the time I did not have a clue." The grass and horses were his memory's feeble attempt at remembering Endrykas, his home. It did not seem like home but in his memories he son was there. He did not know what to think of him. He did not feel any emotion for the boy. He only knew he was his son because in some flashback of the child he could hear himself calling him son. The talk of sleep bothered Sitkanis. He could not remember the last time he slept well. No, he did. It was at Adalia's side with Tempest, her Ivaski resting peacfully at their feet. "I used to. Lately I have not slept too well." He was not sure he should bring up his lost Konti lover to the boy. Would he even care? "I more so forced myself to sleep at night. I wanted to sleep when my lover did. I did not like to sleep when Leth was out but I wanted to be with her, to be close to her." He felt a small smile play on his lips as he thought of the little Konti sleeping peacfully in his arms. It quickly faded as his mind slipped back into the situation at hand. Sitkanis looked at Lysander. He was not sure why he was telling him such personal things. Maybe it was because he finally had met an Ethaefal like him. At least one that he did not drive to kill themselves. There was someone else who knew what happened to him and understood it. "If you want to sleep you can. I don't mean to sound intrusive but I would want to stay with you until you woke up. Seeing your body change back for the first time can be just as scary as seeing it change in the first place." He would not let his Ethaefal deal with his new life alone. He refused to have another life be taken when he could have saved it. "I will help you through this." |
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