Post by Diaskedasi on Nov 20, 2015 16:10:37 GMT -5
A sweet hum drifted through the forests of North America as the wonderful animals of the world carried about their daily lives. It was a beautiful morning, but it was fairly hard to tell in this forest. The trees were large and blocked the sun's path. The only way one could possibly tell that it was morning was by the heat of the area. This forest was very hot, yet offered enough shade for someone to sleep peacefully if they wanted to.
It just so happened that a 3 year old boy was doing that right now. He was laying on a branch that held his weight perfectly. The sun was blocked by the trees, but he could still feel a beautiful warm breeze. He loved the way it graced his skin. Taking a break from his sleeping, the boy lifted his hand into the air to enjoy the warmth. He giggled, feeling happiness from this beautiful warmth. The boy thought this planet wonderful, very wonderful, and he missed it so much! He knew that he would need to make up for all the time he spent away from its surface, but he couldn't think of one thing to do.
Off in the distance, a bird chirped. Further down was where the boy could hear a few animals graze. The boy could not see the animals, but he could see a insects. Lots and lots of insects. The forest flooded with them, and the boy loved that as much as the warmth. They were so tiny, but they played a big part in the world. Even the tiniest creatures played a big part in the world. The boy loved that as well!
An insect drifted towards the boy now. He stretched his hand out to it. The insect zigged and zagged until it landed on the boy's finger. The boy allowed it to walk to his palms. It tickled, and the boy giggled because of the tickles. "I shall name you... Robert!" The boy said cheerily, unknowingly scaring the insect and making it fly away. "Oh no!" The boy yelled as he flew after the bug. It was fast, but the boy was faster! It tried to escape but the boy caught it with his fingers. "Got you!" He said victoriously. The insect was captured in his fist. The boy opened a small hole to look at the bug, but it was too dark to see. If only there was a little more light... The boy opened his fingers more-
Only to have the insect escape. "Hey! No fair! You cheated!" The boy hollered. He lost sight of the tiny animal and could no longer find it. In confusion, the boy began looking for it by using his teleport. "Robert?" He teleported near a nest of wasps. "Robert?" He vanished and reappeared behind the butt of a bear where a lot of flys were. "Robert?" Wait... A bear?
The brown bear he was behind looked behind its butt and roared. The boy hopped back until he was far away from the creature. The bear turned and looked at him angrily. "Um... Um..." The boy began to stutter. "I-I'm sorry that I looked at your beautiful butt! I promise that I will never do it again!" He tried to apologize, but the bear was too angry for an apology. The animal charged at the little boy with killing intent. If it were not for the boy's teleport, he would be dead!
"That's not nice!" the boy yelled at the bear from atop a tree branch. The bear huffed at him then trotted away. "Yeah, that's right! Run! You don't want to make me mad!" The bear roared as a rebuttal, and the boy roared back. When his heart beat slowed the boy floated through the forest in search of Robert. "Robert? Robert?!...ROBERT!" Robert was nowhere to be seen. In sadness, the boy floated under a tree and began to sob. "Now who will play with me...?"
Last Edit: Nov 20, 2015 20:14:48 GMT -5 by Diaskedasi: Forgot to indent.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Nov 22, 2015 21:31:54 GMT -5
Alysia was walking through the woods, humming to herself softly as she walked. She had been hiding through the woods for several days, sleeping when she needed to and walking when she needed. She stopped when she needed to, and refilled a canteen of water she had whenever she found a stream or anything else. At night time, she simply shifted her form and build herself a hammock out of silk and slept in it up off the ground. She was extremely happy with this, and it suited her well. She had been collecting some herbs as well, or at least attempting to collect them. She knew a little bit about herbology, wanting to learn as much as she could to help heal people whenever she could. So with her small pack that she had created herself, she had simply hiked.
She was wandering through the woods, completely alone but enjoying being alone. She was use to being alone, and although she missed her family a little bit she was also enjoying the time to learn. She paused, kneeling down to examine a flower jutting up from the grassy floor of the forest. She gently caressed it with her fingers, then stood back up and left it alone. She was not sure what kind of flower it was, so thus she was not going to damage it by picking it. She contemplated the flower a moment more, and decided that she should get a herbal book of different areas so she could identify flowers and plants and herbs that would be useful.
She continued walking through the woods, then froze suddenly and frowned a she heard what sounded like....crying? That was definitely a young male voice, crying softly somewhere nearby. Alysia reached up and adjusted her sunglasses, her lips pulling down in to a frown. Why would there be anybody out here, in the middle of no where in the woods and why would that person be crying? Perhaps it was somebody injured, and they needed her help. She sighed, and moved along slowly trying to find the source of the crying. She looked around, not seeing anybody and decided to try it the old fashion way.
"Hello? Is anybody there? I hear you, but I do not see you. Is something wrong? If your hurt, I might be able to help you."
Post by Diaskedasi on Nov 22, 2015 22:34:45 GMT -5
Someone called to him? The little boy could hear someone call to him! His smile grew wide while he looked at where the voice came from. The person sounded like a girl, a girl that was very kind. The little boy loved how kind she was! Maybe she would like to play a game with him? But what type of game could he play with her? The game had to be fun, and something that she may enjoy as well! She sounded fairly young, so maybe the little boy could play a romantic game!?
The little boy suddenly began to morph his body. His thin arms became muscular, his tiny legs turned into sturdy calfs, and his form grew from a 3 year old child to a 19 year old teen. When he completed his change, the teen laid on the ground next to his ripped clothing and formed a tiny ice blade on his forefinger. He then stabbed deeply into the shoulder. Suddenly, blood gushed out of his shoulder and horrible pain was felt. The teen let out an incredibly loud shriek while the ice was sent a little deeper. He did some massive damage to himself, but he was having so much fun doing it!
The teen kept his back on the ground and cradled his shoulder. Through his fits of pain, the teen managed to say, "Is someone there?! Please, save me! I'm bleeding out and need help! I think... I think I'm about to die...." He began to cry. "I don't want to die! Please, please, please, don't let me die!" His sobs became louder as though he realized that he was about to take his last breath. "I have a family that I want to see again... A little sister whose smile I want to adore. A mother.. A mother whose love I want to cherish more! Please! PLEASE DON'T LET ME DIE!"
Post by Alysia Weaver on Nov 23, 2015 0:15:10 GMT -5
Alysia heard the cries of pain and for help, and she rushed towards the sounds. She found a young male laying upon the forest floor writhing in pain. He appeared to be injured, clutching at his shoulder much to Alysia's horror. She ran over to the boy, dropping to her knees. She reached up and adjusted her sunglasses, trying to keep them in place. She gently grasped the young boy's hands, trying to pull them away from his shoulder. She frowned, trying to get him to let her see the wound.
"Come on now, dear. Let me see, take your hands away from your shoulder so that I can see what we have to deal with."
She gently managed to pull his hands away from his shoulder and began to examine the wound. It seemed pretty bad, and she leaned closer to examine it. She was only in training after all, but was just beginning her apprenticeship to under her master. She was not however that far in her training, and she was only just starting. She grimaced seeing the depth of the wound and was not entirely sure. She swallowed then sighed. "Alright, just...stay there and don't move dear."
She swung her pack off her back, untied the top. She reached inside, and pulled out several items. The first out was her sewing kit, followed by two more small things. One was umistakably a small container of honey, and the other a wad of bandages. She grabbed the bottle of honey, and grimaced. "Alright, I need you to hold still now dear. I am going to smear this in to your wounds. It will act like an antibiotic and help heal them. Then we are going to bandage up the wounds." She bite her lower lip, then opened the honey container. Using one hand, she gently spread the wound open and poured the honey in to the wound. She then set the container aside and let the wound go letting the honey coat the inside and squeeze out and and around the top completely coating the wound. She then grabbed the bandages and slowly began to wrap the wound upon the shoulder of the boy, trying to be as gently as she could but making sure to bandage the wound as tightly as was needed.
Finishing, she sat back and sighed with a frown. "I am sorry, this is the best I can do for you sir. I wish I could do more but I simply do not know anything more then this."
The girl came to the teen's aid. She comforted him in his desperate state and looked after his newly made wound. When she grasped for his hand, the teen allowed her to take it, but weakly tried to squeeze her own to show his gratitude. He was in too much pain to say thank you, but he may show gratitude in the future when he was fully healed. The girl poured honey on the teens wound, and when she was done she sat back.
The teen was panting frantically, but at her voice he seemed to calm down. He was incredibly happy to see that someone heard his plea, and was even more happy that it was a person who was as warmhearted as she was beautiful. The teen wanted to thank her so much, but couldn't find the words. He gritted his teeth instead, and tried to slow his breath. When she apologized for her work, the teen grinned at her and shook his head. No, you did more than needed, he wanted to say. And you were fantastic in doing it!
The teen boy, tired of all this pain, weakly reached his hand out to the girl's. If she allowed, his shaking fingers would intertwine with hers, and he would muster as much strength as possible to move her palm so his wound. Once she touched the wound, she would suddenly feel a warmness, a beautiful and tingling warmness that felt too good to be real. Then she would feel the teen's skin shift and connect under his bandages, and she would feel it for only 1 minute. When that minute ended, the warmness would stop, and the teen boy would lay his hand back on the ground. Through a quaking voice he would say, "Please don't leave me," then he would pass out.
If the girl checked to see if he was still alive, she would know that he was still breathing. If she checked his wound, she would find it completely healed. The only piece of information that would be uncertain is how long it would take for him to wake up.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Dec 6, 2015 17:32:11 GMT -5
Alysia stared at the boy as he grabbed her hands, placing them over the wound itself. She blinked at the sudden warmth that emanated not from her own hands but from the boy's body and wound. She did not move, keeping her hand upon the wound and watching the boy intently, wondering who and what he was for clearly he was no ordinary boy as she had first thought he was. That however did not bother her, she was just curious who he actually might be. So she stood there, until his wound was closed and he released her hand himself.
When he reached out for her, she instantly extended her hand forward and blinked when he twined her fingers with his own but did not pull away. She held his hand gently, watching as the tired young male lapsed in to seeming unconciousness. She sat watching him for a moment after he had seeming fallen asleep on her, then gently reached out and pressed to fingers against the side of his neck. She pressed against the flesh, closing her eyes and sighed when she felt the firm steady pulsing of blood through his jugular vein. She gently pulled her fingers away from his neck and brought them to her lips. A quick dart of her tongue damped her fingers, and she then held them beneath the boy's nostrils and waited a moment. When they grew cool from the breath he exhaled she pulled them away and wiped them upon her dress. The boy was alright for now, however she was not entirely sure he would continue to be alright. Who or whatever had stabbed him might still be around.
She stood up and looked around, then decided she had better do something to help protect the boy. She knelt down and gently slid her arms beneath his neck and behind his knees. Thankfully he was small, and not very bulky else she would probably been unable to to carry him. Suddenly her body changed, the lower half of her true form quickly form beneath her from her waist down as her lower spider body took shape. She then easily scaled a tree beside herself and high up in the branches she began to weave a hammock for the boy. She worked quickly, humming as she constructed the silken object and when finally she was done she laid him gently inside. Then she sat back, still in her true weaver form and pulled out her traveling drop spindle and began to work. Having shape shifted inside her cloths, she had ruined the skirt portion and would need to remake it. However a quick skirt would be a simpler creation so she began to weave one, and with in twenty five minutes was just about done with the article of simple clothing but with no dyes to color it nor the time to do so it would just have to remain a shimmering silvery color. She shape shifted back to her human form and pulled the article on beneath and brushed off a few leaves clinging to it.
For the first few minutes of Diaskedasi's rest, the girl did nothing but medical checks. When she realized that he was still breathing, her arms went under the demi-god's neck and knees, and she carried him in her arms. Diaskedasi wondered what her facial expression would be if she realized that she was carrying an age old god like a child. Would she drop him in surprise? Would she get on her knees and apologize? Or, would she not say a word in fear of his all powerful presence?
Diaskedasi always got those same reactions, never anything else. That's one of the reasons he kept his true identity hidden from the creatures around him. What fun was it to prattle yourself as a god, only to have others fear you for your great power rather than your personality? The demi-god preferred earning a woman's love, or a creature's trust through hardship. Having everything given to him was easy, but he always loved everything more when he earned it.
And that's what Dias was going to do with this girl. He was going to earn her friendship, and maybe even her love later, because that was how he was going to win the game.
"What are you?" The demi-god fully opened his eyes after the girl had finished what she was doing. He had been listening to everything she did, from the silk hammock she created to the silk skirt. His eyes were opened as well, but not so opened to where she could tell he wasn't resting. The demi-god saw this girl's former form, her possible true form, and was very marveled by it. He never saw a spider creature before, and he couldn't help but question her. "You aren't human... Are you?"
Post by Alysia Weaver on Mar 8, 2016 0:27:18 GMT -5
Alysia smiled, seeing that the boy was awake. She also judged, based upon his question, that he had probably been awake fro some time. She was not angered by this, or upset in anyway what so over. She reached over, touching his forehead to make sure he was not running some form of fever, which was a possibility and something that could be keeping him away.
"No, I am not at all human and never said I was, silly. I am a Weaver. My people do not come from Earth, but a very different placed called Nysa."
She pulled away, and sat back upon the tree itself, nestling herself in to the crook of a branch and the trunk. She looked up at the sky, glad that it was dark and that the trees provided some shade as well. She would not need to don her sunglasses at least, not for a while. It was nice to not have to wear them, and she wished her eyes where not so sensitive to the light. It was a small price to pay, however, and she was alright with paying that price. She sat staring out in to the darkness, her enhanced night vision letting her see everything that moved and did not move. She watched a squirrel playing with itself, or maybe it was a leaf. She was not entirely sure, but the sight made her smile even wider.'
"What about you, dear. Are you human or not?" She asked in her soft, sweet voice.
