Threats on a Beach[Lessira]

by **Clyde Sullins** on November 11th, 2012, 4:33 am

As the moon beast sat up, he did not tense. Though a part of him had considered it. To tense and pull back... Or to come at her and smash her with his staff. A primitive part of him. But he pushed that aspect down, barely even registering it as an option for more than half a tick.

He could do those things, but there was currently no reason to. She seemed no direct danger. And he was confident in his abilities to defend himself. If she became a threat, or came racing at him, it would be simple enough to launch the small fireball that was lighting things, right at her. Which would give him the time to muster a much stronger attack, and really incapacitate her. But only if he had to. For now, there was no need to fight.

If anything, his curiosity was reigning supreme, as he wondered what exactly she was, what her deal was, how she differed from the other Ethaefal he had met... He was simply curious, as he looked her in the face, focusing on that. For he knew if she attacked, the earliest evidence of it would be in her facial expressions... Unless she really was acting that well...

He did not even consider the thought of taking advantage of her, had no inkling of it, even though it was running through her mind. The fact that she was a female and alone, and vulnerable, and at his mercy, did not take on any further meaning to him, beyond that it meant he was safe from being attacked.

It was not from any nobleness of spirit, but he had no need to do so. It was just not in his nature. Even if she had offered, he most likely would have said no. He already had a girl, of sorts. It would have seemed illogical for him to try and have another for the same capacity. So the thought never crossed his mind.

Clyde listened to her muttered and stumbled answers, as she slowly tried to give him a satisfactory one, to the questions he had asked. But the more he listened, the more confused he got... Either she was lying... Or some very odd mechanisms were at work...

Though now that he thought on it, she was not a mundane being... It did sort of make an odd sense that she would not receive her energy like a person from eating and such, but from some other divine source. Though he was a bit confused still... Was she telling him he fed off the moons energy?

Really, it seemed a bit silly, and he wondered if it was some odd joke... But he did recall her mentioning something of the moon God... And so had the last Ethaefal... Calling herself a child of him, or some such thing, albeit a discarded or lost child, who had been lost and fell to earth...

The other one perhaps was some kind of disaffected moon beast. After all, the other one had seemed angry at her God, for abandoning her. Perhaps because she had become angry at him, and left from him, he had cut her off from the divine food source of feeding off the moon, like this one here did? Perhaps the only way she could make up for this loss of djed that she would have been receiving through divine intervention through the power of the light of the moon, was to steal it from other creatures, taking there djed directly, to subsist off of. Enabling her powers in this form, even with the loss of the moons energy... It did make an odd sense...

But this one, though abandoned, still had face and a connection to her God... He did not recall the other one having one, a mark from her God... Perhaps it was through this link, that she could turn the moon's power, and channel it, and use it as a source of food. So this one then did not need to feed off of him or any other living thing, did not need to steal life, for it was given to her nightly by her God... He supposed that did make sense...

"Alright, I believe you... I think I figured it out... You can get up, I am not going to attack you. It seems you are not like the other moon person I met. She was like you in a way, but had rebelled from your God, so I guess he stopped feeding her... So she had to steal life from others to stay like you... But since you are still with him, he still feeds you... And you have no need to do that..."

A satisfied look on his face, from finally figuring it all out, he took a step closer to the girl.

"Sorry about that... I am Clyde... And you are? Uhm... Are you all right? That water looks cold... I can make a fire if you need one, there is plenty of wood in the forest we are on the edge of..."

Clyde said, a bit ashamed, and not making direct eye contact, at how he had freaked out, and jumped to assumptions. Though considering what had happened last time, it was an understandable assumption to make really, and to be wary of it occurring again. So the least he could do was try to make up for it a bit, and help her get a bit warm and dried off.

by **Lessira** on November 13th, 2012, 2:09 am

The girl's confusion only grew as the man continued to speak. He knew of another like her? One whom had forsaken dearest Leth, and in turn he no longer fed her? What did he mean? That she fed upon the moon's rays? The girl blinked up at Clyde as he spoke, yet she did not offer any words to contradict what he said. After all it might be that he was right. Lessira could not say, for she knew almost as much as he about what she truly was...

Though he spoke as if she were safe, Lessira still hesitated, her eyes showing uncertainty, but after a tick or two she slowly stood, shivering with the cold and wrapping her arms about herself both for protection and warmth. Her body language spoke of withdrawn hesitance as she spoke, "I-I am alright..." Her eyes glanced to meet his from time to time, yet she would quickly look down once more, "I... I can no longer speak who I am, b-but I was given a name by my God... You may call me Lessira." She offered the smallest smile, raising a hand to brush a drop of water from her cheek, "I um... It is a p-pleasure to meet you."

Lessira moved to stand upon the beach once more, shaking her head and tossing her hair back to cast droplets from her form. Running a hand over her hair and horns she looked at Clyde once more, though she quickly looked back to the moon, "I am sorry if I frightened you."

OOCSorry I took so long and for the short post!

by **Clyde Sullins** on November 13th, 2012, 8:42 pm

At last it seemed Clyde was satisfied he had figured things out, and that things were back under his control... In hindsight, with what he knew now, he had overreacted... But going by what he knew before, it had made sense, and would have been foolish to not do as he did... In the end, he had done what he thought was best, and would keep him alive. Even if he had scared the moon beast.

Really, the fact that she did not contradict him, and was going along with what he had said, made him the more sure of what he had said, and that it was right.

Clearly though by looking at the Ethaefal, Clyde could see she was still unsure of him, and did not trust what he was saying totally... She seemed to be going along, but clearly still feared he would go back into another screaming fit, and attack her or something. Almost like she thought he was the alien monster, not her! Though he supposed she had a bit of a right to be mad at him, and wary...

He fought a smile at what she said next. Clearly she was uncomfortable, and likely cold, as it was at night, and she was wet. But she was pretending like it did not phase her, and she was fine. Ever playing the strong woman, not showing weakness.

"Lessira. Nice to meet you... Sorry about the circumstances... But as you have seen from what I can do... Well, I would not have lived this long doing that, if I did not ere on the side of safety. Surely you can respect that. Apparently I had a bad experience with another different type of your kind, and I assumed you were the same... I do apologize... I should not make such base assumptions, without more evidence to back it up..."

He smiled as she apologized once more. Clearly she was wanting to make it clear she was not dangerous to him, and to put him at ease. Really, he had gone past that. He was if nothing else, quick to take hold once logical fact backed up what he thought. Though as in this instance, it had initially led him astray... So he was past the whole episode, willing to let bygones be bygones, and move on. Though he was still curious... As she seemed to not have taken up his offer of warmth and fire... Was she not cold soaking wet?

"Nothing to apologize for... As I said, just a misunderstanding. They do happen. Though to be honest, I do not know much of your form, and its abilities. Do you not grow cold, soaked as you are, and out in the cold night? As I said, the forest is right here. We could gather some wood, and light a fire, to help you dry out and warm up..."

Clyde just looked on, staring for a moment at her horn, and as she casually cast off some droplets of water from her hair. Perhaps it was the horns, that proved so intimidating... Which made her seem so alien, and a threat... Besides that, though a bit different, she seemed more or less kind of like a normal human...

by **Lessira** on November 14th, 2012, 5:17 pm

Lessira shivered once more, but with a shake of her head that threw droplets everywhere she said, I-I will be ok. The cold does not bother me so much, not when I stand beneath Leth's kingdom." She looked up at the sky once more, her eyes glassing over as she was lost in thought for a moment or two. Faintly she whispered, "He keeps me warm when I am cold, takes away my pain when I am weak. He speaks my name when I cannot speak it myself..."

Pretty words from a pretty women, yet still it did not change the fact that she was still cold, still shivered, yet something within her would not have her ask for help from this man, I will be fine on my own, just as I have been for some time now...

But then another part of her being would answer in protest, But I am so tired of being alone. I don't... I don't want to be any longer.

Within her mind warred two contrasting thoughts, two opinions which seemed the same yet completely different. Looking once more at Clyde she tilted her head, "Why are you out here so late? Most of your kind sleep at this hour do they not?"

by **Clyde Sullins** on November 14th, 2012, 6:47 pm

Clyde just looked at the horned moon lady, as she denied being cold... Which was sort of ruined, as she continued to shiver, and try to shake water off herself.

Really, she was trying to claim that she was not, even though she clearly was...

"Sure... Well, maybe it is different for Ethaefal as it is for humans, but generally when we shiver and shake like that, it means we are cold. No point in pretending like you are not, and not admitting when you need a fire. And I was offering."

Clyde just stared for a moment, as she muttered to herself, talking to the moon, muttering some odd thing about the moon helping with her pains and being cold... And speaking her name? What the petch was that about, not being able to speak her name... It did not seem to hard to say. Lessira. There. Easy. Perhaps there was more to that story than she was saying.

But she seemed determined to not admit she was cold, even as shivers began to wrack her body... Really it made little sense to him. He himself was a bit of a loner, and preferred to be self sufficient and not need other people, but he would admit if he genuinely needed something and needed help... After all, he did not cook all of his own meals, sow his own clothes... All those other things other people did, even if in exchange for money. He had to acknowledge he could not exist forever in isolation, and needed other people.

Her last question made him genuinely smile, at the oddness in the way she said it, asking of it like it was so far gone from herself, which just helped to point out the alien nature of herself from normal humans.

"Yes, most humans do sleep at night. I usually do also. But I am having a bit of trouble falling asleep tonight, and I thought a bit of a walk under the moonlight and in the sand might help relax me and help me to sleep. I certainly was not expecting all of this to happen. But nothing I can do on it now. What are you doing out here though? Do your kind not need to sleep? Even so, why are you out here alone? It does not seem to safe..."

He grinned at his own words, since he was doing the exact same thing as the Ethaefal, and calling her unsafe but not him.

"I mean you have seen what I can do, so I can defend myself, but if not for that I would not risk being out here alone. So I wondered why you would risk it."

by **Lessira** on November 16th, 2012, 2:25 pm

Safe... That was a word that Lessira had learned only recently. What was safe? Lessira shrugged at the man, looking at the rippling waters, "I am never safe. That is what I was told by the man who rescued me."

Kneeling down once more Lessira picked up a shell that had washed up upon the beach, turning it over in her hands as she spoke, "I was told that safe was when there was no danger, when I was with someone who could protect me and I them..." Her eyes darkened as she remembered to that time in Sunberth, when she had in fact been 'safe', but that all ended as quickly as it had come, "I am never safe, so why should I hide myself away? Why should I not come to see my God upon nights this for fear of what may happen?" She looked at Clyde, tilting her head, "If I were to wait for times when it were safe, then I would forever be trapped within my own room."

Raising her head Lessira would extend the shell to Clyde, and if he took it she would return to looking at the see, and if he did not she would drop the shell and then turn her gaze to the lapping waves, "I do sleep at times, but only when Syna rules the skys might my soul rest. When the moon rises I feel... A rush within my soul." She closed her eyes, pressing her hand against her chest, just over the shimmering mark, "When the light fades and the stars reveal themselves I feel... All my needs of the day vanish and all I wish to do is spend this time with my lord. It is at these times that I can almost hear him speaking my name..."

With a shake of her head Lessira smiled up at Clyde, the look in her eyes a mixture of sadness and loneliness, "But all of this must make little sense to you."

She shivered once more, and in her mind the war slowly was settled. Standing slowly Lessira brushed a hair behind her ear and smiled at Clyde, "At last she relents. If you can, I would not mind a fire now to warm myself, if you still offer to do so?"

by **Clyde Sullins** on November 21st, 2012, 6:11 pm

Clyde frowned, trying to decipher the words coming from her... The man that had rescued her? That was an odd way of putting it... What did she need to be rescued for? Or was that to do with that being chucked out of the divine realm, like the other moon beast kept lamenting on? Perhaps he had saved her after she got out?

Of course, Clyde being the paranoid man himself, he would be lying to say that he felt safe much of over... Well except when he did his magic... But at times of doing magic, sometimes he felt TOO safe... Which was just as bad...

"I wont say he is wrong, but there are varying levels of safety. Right now we are relatively are. Though I suppose you are never totally safe. A horde of bandits twenty wide and deep could descend upon us, and kill us. I doubt even I could stop that... A God could call down from there place, and strike us both dead on a whim. But really, those things are rather unlikely."

He grinned at her, trying to make sure she was seeing his point.

"So perhaps we can never be totally safe from all things in this land. There will always be some chance of some danger. But of course, there are also ways of mitigating those dangers. Normally it would be very unsafe to be out her alone, but due to my reimancy, my ability to defend myself and protect, the danger is lessened and mitigated, to a more reasonable degree. And with two of us, if we were to work together to defend ourselves, our danger would be lowered even more. Or if one of us learned or developed a new skill with which to defend ourselves, that also would help to mitigate the danger."

"So right now, the chances of dying or being in danger, are quite low. You are safe with me after all. At least to a reasonable degree. I doubt I could do much in those two odd instances I mentioned earlier, of a God or a horde of bandits. But really, neither of those two are likely, so you are more or less safe right now."

Clyde smiled once more, and took the offered shell. He looked it over, seeing the odd lines in it... He had always thought shells were odd... Were exactly did they come from? Some beast or something? He wondered if she knew...

"Bits and pieces make sense, and others... Well, I certainly understand the danger part, and of relative safety... And I have not felt exactly what you have... But I think I may have felt something akin to it, with my magic, at times..."

Clyde smiled again, an odd frequency for him, who did not often do so, as she conceded about the fire. Clyde gestured into the woods, for her to follow, and went to work gathering bits of wood and branches and smallish logs... Even a few handfuls of leaves.

"Help me get a decent bit of wood back to the beach, and we can get a blaze going."

by **Cloud** on May 4th, 2013, 3:38 am

From the sky falls your reward!

Clyde :

Misc? :

Another one that ended too soon, but good written work all the way through. Lessira should you return pm me, and I'll give you your earned grade. Good work!

Question marks to be made? Exclamations to declare? Feel free to send me a pm and we can tend to any concerns you have.

Closed Threats on a Beach[Lessira]