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Post by illyana on Oct 30, 2009 23:08:32 GMT -6
The gypsy wagon was nestled in a glade, a circular clearing of cropped grass, surrounded by trees and cut down the middle by a fallen tree, slowly decaying and teeming with a world of its own. Rocks were placed in a small circle, and inside, a smoldering fire, with a kettle and pot hanging above it, heated by the dying, flickering flames. Ivan perched upon the small ledge of the wagon in the back, before the small door, reclined lazily upon a rug, with his chin rested upon the smooth, handwoven texture. His tail flicked back and forth, with a keen silence, and the only sound in the clearing was that of the forest life, the crackling embers of the fire, and the hissing of steam issuing from the spout of the kettle. But as for Illyana, she was nowhere to be seen.
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Through the woods, and by the rustle of a steady, deep stream, she reclined elegantly upon her side, palm resting against the side of her chin, while her long, slender fingers slid through the rich, golden waves of hair washing down her scalp, while her elbow propped gently against the soft grass and damp soil of the banks. Her long legs lay loosely, knees bent, and her eyes were fixed upon the spread of cards before her, while the tips of free fingers flipped each card with a lazy stroke. A deep scarlet blouse hung from her shoulders, with long, open sleeves, as if slit open down her fore-arm and exposing the warm colored skin of from bangle coated wrists to elbow, and a chocolate, billowy skirt was fastened about her waist by an ornate sash with gilded tassles and jingling ornaments. She was minimalistic with her jewelry this day, merely two piercings dangling from each ear, three bangles on each wrist and ankle, a single necklace with a tiger's eye pendant around her neck, and one ring upon each thin finger.
Her painted lips smile, their color matching the ripened shade of her blouse, while her blue eyes glistened with satisfaction, the outer ridges lined with a smoky charcoal. She stretched her legs, with a subtle yawn, as the sun began to set behind the trees, bringing in blissful dusk over the tree tops. She watched the sun fall, while her fingertips smoothed over the firm, paper texture of the three cards laying before her. It would be night soon, and she had to return back to her wagon before the darkness enveloped the scenery. Illyana traveled alone, and she rarely feared the native creatures of the places she passed, but she also took measures in order to have little disturbance, and not wandering through the forest at night was one of them. There was little point in putting oneself in danger, and she knew that the forest had its darkness, hidden things that lurked in the shadows waiting for the opportunity to spring upon the unobservant. But she didn't fall into that category, and she remained in her peaceful position calmly, listening to the sounds of the running water, and the chorus of the forest.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 31, 2009 0:08:38 GMT -6
The medallion was the one who had led the Black Maji here in his search for the one who had taken his heart. Amaji first came upon the gypsy’s wagon. He was quick to observe what was there, but he knew that Illyana was not here. He found the cat Ivan laying there. It took Amaji only a moment before figuring out which direction to take to find the fortune teller, and then he was on his way to see her.
After a few minutes of walking, Amaji soon found Illyana flipping her cards peacefully. A smile moved across the mixed elf’s lips quickly. He made his way over to her with silent footsteps. When he reached her, he laid down beside her. He left a quick kiss upon her cheek.
“Hey there, lovely,” Amaji said gently with a smile as his eyes brightened. “Did you miss me?”
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Post by illyana on Nov 2, 2009 17:58:44 GMT -6
Illyana didn't hear the elf's footsteps upon the floor as he approached from behind, one of the finer attributes of his species, but she didn't have to hear him. She had a sense for his coming, and the kiss upon her cherubic cheek was long awaited, inciting a sweet smile across her warm features.
Had she missed him? Did he really need to ask? Over the time apart, he was a frequent thought, more frequent than any other subject matter. She didn't bother to respond with words to his question, and instead, she turned on her side to face him, leaning forth, and pressing her full lips to his, she kissed him deeply, while her hand slid over his cheek and curled around his ear, slipping hair back behind it.
She relished the moment, and for a small time, she refused to part, thoroughly delighting in the familiar contact. She parted finally with a smile, and she slid her knuckles lightly against the skin of his cheek. "I answer your qvestion, so you answer mine... Did you miss me?" She asked, with a widened smile, as her eyes hovered in place, never breaking contact with his own, pupils like wide black disks over the beautiful, whirling azure shade of the iris that contained them.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Nov 2, 2009 18:21:43 GMT -6
Amaji grinned as he looked to Illyana. Truly, she was the only one to ever bring out such happiness in him. He could not help but to smile when he was around the gypsy. Just seeing her brought so much happiness to the Black Maji. His eyes lit up, and his body seemed to just simply relax.
“I missed you so very much,” the mixed elf confessed to the fortune teller. “Which is why I could not keep away from you. I had to find you. I had to see you. I had to kiss you.”
The wizard smiled again before leaning over and giving Illyana a kiss of his own. His arms slipped around her tightly and securely. He held her close to him, sending kisses to her lips and then down to her neck.
Illyana was truly a gem to behold. She was beautiful and very knowledgeable. She was a she-devil in bed. She was everything a man could have ever asked for in a woman. How had Amaji been the lucky one to draw her in? How had he been the one for her to choose? Whatever the reason was, the mixed elf could not complain. If love was a tangible creature, then love would be Illyana.
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Post by illyana on Nov 2, 2009 23:09:01 GMT -6
Illyana sunk into his embrace, the warmth of his arms and the comfort of their hold around her feminine frame, and the taste of his lips upon her own. Her neck arched gently, as he planted a row of kisses upon the downy skin, and she ran her fingers up the back of his neck, up into his scalp, through the soft white strands of hair. She pulled herself closer, nuzzling his shoulder gently, before planting a kiss upon the tender skin behind the ear. "Vhere did you go?" She asked softly with mild curiosity, her body relaxing in his arms, her alert state lowering substantially with the softening of her body, losing its tension and becoming vulnerable.
Trust was a strange new thing for her, an experience she had left with members of her caravan, until now. She trusted Amaji, where she would never trust others, and she let her guard down when he was around. There was something in his eyes that she'd sensed since the first night she'd met him that told her more than enough. Amaji was not evil, not as many would perceive him, and she knew, in his heart, he believed he was doing what was right, just as those that frowned upon his ambitions believed they were doing what was right. She saw no good, no evil, just the one she loved, and those he opposed and who in turn opposed him.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Nov 4, 2009 22:06:48 GMT -6
Amaji thought as he held Illyana close to him. He had gone many places on his journeys. He had been looking for advice and seeking out allies. The Black Maji was slowly creating his army, and he was rather proud of that. More and more people were joining his cause. A change had to take place in Yviex, and Amaji would be the one to bring that change.
"I traveled far," the mixed elf told the gypsy gently. "I have been finding those that will serve the part of an ally. I have been working hard."
The wizard smiled as he gave the fortune another kiss. "But I missed you so very much, and could not wait for the time that I would see you again."
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Post by illyana on Nov 8, 2009 22:05:58 GMT -6
She relished the security of his arms around her, breathing in his scent, mixed with the dying leaves of autumn that lay upon the forest. Crisp and cool, she found the fall season was her favorite, the vivid colors of orange, gold, brown, yellow, and burgundy reds, and the scent of decay and vegetation rotting into the soil, feeding the moist soil for next year's spring. For a moment, her eyes were shaded, with soft white cloud, and she saw the roots of the forest, through darkness, and streams of little dotted light shifting through from the earth into the roots of the trees, filling them with the energy to thrive, storing it for the winter, where they would await the coming of spring.
The death of the old generation, fed the generation of the new. It reflected in all life, and of the cycle, fall was most sorrowful, yet joyous in the sacrifice of the world's life. She'd been blessed with prolonged life, with the help of brews, oils, potions and spells, leaving her body in spring, but she knew with time, she would come to summer, then fall, and finally, winter, where she would die. But she dwelled not on such futures; her death was far from her, and the toils of the present outweighed those of the distant future. But she wondered, when she passed, what fruits would those of her time leave for the harvest of the next line of the living? Would it be as Amaji wished, with those of the surface, swearing fealty to those they had exiled beneath the surface long ago? Or would the underdark still remain teaming with the banished dark skins of the drow? Her sight did not tell her, and she, in some ways, thanked the spirits and deities for neglecting to share with her such information. Sight of the distant future always disturbed her, and she remembered, when she had been a little girl, she'd seen the fires upon the wagons years before it had come to pass, and she'd had to mourn the loss of her family twice, rather than once. The curse of a double edged sword came with sight.
Her wits returned, in the familiar comfort of Amaji's presence, no longer lost to silly thoughts and ponderings, and she slid her fingers into his hand, her slender fingertips chilled from the cool air of the forest as they laced in with his own. "But, ve mustn't t'sink how ve missed vone another, because ve are together now." She said calmly, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing it gently. She thought of inquiring further into his plans, but she shushed the urge, knowing he would probably wish not to discuss such things at the moment and rather enjoy her company.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Nov 9, 2009 11:21:04 GMT -6
Amaji had lost himself once more as his eyes watched the gypsy with such love and adoration. It was a wonder to him how he had forced himself away from Illyana the first time. He still had his mission to conquer the surface, which was the only thing that could force him away from the fortune teller. His relationship with her was for his own selfish reasons; conquering the surface was for all of the creatures of the dark.
The Black Maji's hand came up slowly and pulled through Illyana's hair. His eyes continued to take in every detail that was her. He did not understand why he had fallen for her so quickly. It was unexplainable, and, even with all of the knowledge that Amaji had, nothing could come close to clarifying such a change over him. If he had not been so powerful, perhaps, he could have blamed it on some gypsy love spell. Of course, the wizard knew this to not be true.
Illyana needed no spells. She needed no charms, no potions, no cards. She was naturally this alluring. It was in her eyes, her glances, her voice. No one had ever enchanted Amaji in such ways, but the Maji had never found anyone as alluring as the gypsy.
When the wizard was with the witch, he cared nothing for future thoughts. He lived in the present with her. He didn't even think about his past. It was just Illyana on his mind. It was not just her beauty he thought about. No, it was everything. Her mind intrigued him. Amaji wanted to find out everything about her, not just what was on the surface of her being.
"We mustn't think of how much we've missed each other, you are right, of course," the mixed elf said, his voice low and gentle. His fingertips gently grazed over her cheek, his eyes taking in her own. "We can discuss our past travels later. We can think of all of that later. For now, I just want you, Illyana. My mind and body is yours."
Amaji pressed himself close to the fortune teller's body. His hand moved away from her cheek and down to her neck. He left a gentle kiss upon the gypsy's lips, letting his other hand move up to gently rest against the side of her face. He kissed her once more, nipping on her bottom lip as he deepened the kiss.
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