It's been in the works for quite a while now, and Manipulated Daydreams is finally reopening! The plot has been reverted to its original state; it won't progress until we have enough members to start Keeper auditions! Welcome to MDD everyone! ♥
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Post by RAINA AEGLE PALLAS on Aug 18, 2013 4:54:44 GMT
take me river,
carry me far
Sitting on the mossy rock covering the floor of her cove, Raina stared at her collection of items she found at the river's bottom. She'd found a great deal of things down there; shells, rocks, gems, even shoes from time to time. Normally she threw the latter to the river's bank for someone to find, while she kept anything she deemed pretty. Generally she collected them for herself, but sometimes she would gather some she didn't like quite as much as the rest and find a way to sell them. She usually made simple jewelry out of the river-polished rocks and bright-colored gems, but she also found people were just as willing to buy them alone. Raina also found herself carving designs into the pebbles for extra money.
Biting her lip nervously, Raina glanced outside through the small opening of her cove. She knew it was about time she visited the nearby village to attempt and sell her goods, but she'd spent several weeks postponing the trip. The naiad had even left home several times, only to return before reaching her destination. Reaching forward, Raina pulled her basket that held the "to sell" objects in her collection toward her. She gently poured the basket into her leather bag and put it around her shoulder. She slid off the rocky floor into the water that easily sat above her head. She began to swim down the river, her legs moving fluidly with the current. Raina was comparable to a fish in her movements; she, as a naiad, was a natural swimmer. There was never much thought about it.
After some time, she pulled herself onto the bank of the river, her light blue dress soaking wet. It was then, out of the safety of the river, she began to feel the anxieties of leaving home. She cast a wistful glance behind her and continued on her way, following the river's edge. She hummed to herself to pass the time; a quiet, cheerful tune she still remembered her mother singing long ago. Raina smiled up at the bright blue, cloudless sky above her, harboring the sun that hadn't yet reached midday. Though she still felt the nervousness of leaving her cozy home, the reminiscent tune and lovely day were definitely easing her worries.
However, she never did make it to the village she planned to go to. By the time Raina reached the large lake, anxiety was beginning to eat her alive. With a dejected sigh, she sat on the shore, her legs completely submerged in the lake. Combing her fingers through the cool water, she watched fish dart around until one finally dared to swim up to the naiad. Being a creature of water herself, Raina knew the fish was merely curious and not at all afraid - but then again, nothing about the naiad was frightening. "Hi there." Raina murmured, a small smile appearing on her lips as the fish pushed against her fingers.
apologies if it isn't much to reply to. i figured i needed to post something, i've been keeping you waiting for too long now! :(
The wind blew through tightly knit feathers as the gull flew in the high breeze of the day's beautiful air. The warm currents made drifting through the clouds as easy and thoughtless as dreaming of distant lands during his sleep. Sharp eyes saw through the clouds to peer down to the land far below. If a bird could smile this one would be grinning from ear to ear. As it were, birds do not smile, nor have ears in which the grin to be placed. This was no ordinary bird though. This was Oberon, a shapeshifter who enjoyed traveling far and wide through the winds that shifted as often as he would between his three forms. This day he was a majestic seagull with plumes of white and gray; a bright dot on the blue horizon of the earth's canvas.
Water drifted far below him, a lake of sorts that he had visited on many such flights. His destination was not preplanned, yet he knew where he was going even as he began his arching decline. The decent was unlike most gulls who would normally drift on the invisible currents of air until they touched the water to score a flapping fish for sup; Oberon circled the winds, much more akin to a bird of prey that would use its sharp vision to rip another bird out of the air directly. He had no intentions of ripping anything out of the air, he simply liked the sensation of a circling decent. It allowed the air to race through his feathers and bristle him with soft caresses, as a lover's stroke to her sleeping mate. Another bird smile would have broke on his beak, but his face remained distinctly bird-ish as he continued to lower himself toward the blue water below.
He reached out with his talons and stroked the water as he passed close to the rippling surface of the lake. His heart almost burst with how amazing the sensation of the current felt to him upon contact. He was drawn to water, as he had for as long as he could remember. Sadly, he couldn't remember very far into his past. When his thoughts drifted backward they never made it far into the past drift of memory. He woke beside the water, lived all of his waking life beside the water, and knew not much more than the water that he loved. Oberon didn't even know his name. Well, he didn't recall his given name. He had named himself from experiences he had...
His attention moved sharp as his bird senses told him he was not alone. He sat down on the cool water as a small form made itself known. Blonde hair, female, very unusual. He had never seen her before, but felt like he knew her immediately. A kindred spirit, perhaps. He knew he'd never laid his eyes upon her before, but still he felt like he had known her for all his existence. He never felt this emotions before, this strong sense of familiarity that almost blinded him to the fact that he was still in bird form and his greeting was only the small creel of a seagull. Birds cannot laugh, but he might have if he was in human form. Oberon found humor in his own actions as he moved his feathered body closer to the shore and walked up on the small rim of sand and driftwood. He reached the low line of brush as the female sat and let her legs drop into the water. Then the music rang through the air, a delightful expression surged through him as he blinked his bird eyes in her direction. Her voice, only two small words, sent shivers into him as he had never heard such a wonderful sound in his life.
When the gull made the hidden trees behind the brush he turned in her direction, and silently shifted into his humanoid form. His long hair drifted down over his eyes as he quietly moved to touch one of the old trunks of his hidden tree. Slowly peering around he gazed at the girl whom he decided appeared to be close to his own age. Who was she? What was she? Why did she make him feel so comfortable when he normally would shun the encounter altogether and disappear into the sky without so much as a thought? He didn't know, but there was no doubt he had to learn. He moved from the circle of trees and over the brush back to the sand. He crouched low and cupped some of the water into the palms of his hands as he peered into the shining surface. "Does the fish return your greeting, and if so what would its voice sound like?" He didn't look her direction, and keep still as to not alarm her. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away after he had just found her. His voice was low, soft, and filled with a deep compassion; his tone was much like it would be if he was talking to a long lost friend. Who knew, he just might be doing not but so.
Post by RAINA AEGLE PALLAS on Aug 20, 2013 23:14:22 GMT
take me river,
carry me far
Though one was a predator, Raina though the fish's behavior was similar to that of a cat. She didn't have much experience from the latter, as she had always lived in the water, but she knew enough to compare. The fish was butting its head against her fingers, as if begging for her gentle touch. Its tail was twitching back and forth as it rubbed up against her palm persistently. She ran her fingers along the side of the fish, slowly and carefully so she didn't hurt the small creature. It seemed to trust her completely, not at all disturbed by the naiad's touch. She smiled to herself, happy that she was able to get so close to creatures. She was not as lucky with the creatures on land; they could sense she was a gentle being but acted just as fleeting as herself.
The sound of a man's voice startled Raina. She froze and jerked her hand away from the fish, who swam away, just as startled by her movements as she had been by the stranger's voice. Moving her fingers with the calm ripple of the water, she coaxed the fish back to her hand and resumed her gentle petting. Though she hadn't spoken yet, she didn't think that the stranger had any bad intentions. Perhaps it was because his voice sounded gentle and inviting, unlike the sharp tone she was used to in much people.
"I don't know." She replied after a moment, glancing at the crouching man. "I assume he's at least said hello once. Fish can be intelligent, but they talk much too fast for me to understand them." Raina told him, keeping her eyes on the fish playing with her hand. She smiled at the fish for a second time, amused by its playful nature. "How would you imagine a fish to sound?" She asked him, curious to hear how he viewed the small creatures.
He thought about the question a few moments, and then smiled. She was as interesting as he imagined. The feeling that he knew her would not leave him, and it was starting to bite at the back of his mind. He was always afraid he would meet someone he should already know, and then insult them by not remembering them. Sadly, he never could force any childhood memories from the dungeon of his mind. Could she be someone he had known as a child? Perhaps they grew up to a certain age as siblings, and then time changed their looks so much that neither would recognize the other? Or, maybe she was his first girlfriend? He had danced with her under the pale moonlight, picked her sweet flowers, and laid soft kisses on her delicate knuckles when their families weren't looking? The dislike he had for not knowing who he was interfered with each new encounter he held with anyone, of any age. He collected his thoughts before they could further run away with him, and turned to look at her directly.
He was about to answer when his voice got caught in his throat. His lungs seemed to decide of their own free will to quit working. The pit of his stomach raced with sudden flocks of butterflies, and Oberon felt nervous. She was unlike anyone he had seen before, yet so remarkably familiar that he had to blink twice to make sure she was real. Her skin almost seemed to glow with its own inner light. His face burned with a blush that he fought to keep under control. He hoped the amount of time it took to get himself in some sort of order was not rude. She had casually asked her question to answer his, but he found himself unable to speak. The only thing he could think was 'she's beautiful.' He was certain that if he blurted out such a thing to the girl that it might frighten her off. The last thing he wanted was her to dash off and disappear. He finally turned back to the water and focused on the fish playing with her fingers.
"I-I'd imagine that it would s-sound gurgly?" He had no clue if that was even a word, but it was what came out when he managed an answer to her. He couldn't suppress a light giggle that made him sound more boyish than he intended to sound. What was wrong with him? Why would someone he didn't even know have such an effect on him? He didn't know her, did he? His heart ached for answers, but that ache for solutions to his past was soon replaced by a canary inside a cage as his heart started to beat faster. He moved to sit down by the water still keeping his distance so she wouldn't feel that he was invading her space. "I'm sorry, I don't often meet others in my travels. I just l-l-like looking at the water. It's beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you." Well, there went the idea of not complimenting her to make her uncomfortable. His mouth seemed to run over the emotions in his racing heart. He shook his head and the blush returned in full force. He felt like an idiot and longed to shift into a his bird form and disappear.
Post by RAINA AEGLE PALLAS on Aug 27, 2013 17:57:33 GMT
take me river,
carry me far
"Gurgly?" Raina repeated the word, testing it on her lips. Turning to the man, she sent him a confused stare. Had she heard that word before? She didn't think so. She wasn't sure of its meaning, but it seemed to speak for itself. The word sort of sounded like a deep bubbly noise, she thought. So, sure, a fish could sound gurgly. Her lips twitched into a smile and she nodded at the man, accepting his answer.
Her eyes wandered back to the fish beside her, still playing with her fingers. Its playful behavior amused her; most fish would simply swim around her and leave. She might be a naiad, a benign creature of the water, but fish were generally small creatures with fleeting personalities. They never stayed long and always lost interest. She lifted her fingers to pet the fish's sleek scales once more, nearly giggling when the fish seemed irritated as a child would be while his mother ruffled his hair. Relaxing her hand, she let the small, curious fish do as it wished, darting around and between her small fingers.
She couldn't help but glance at the man every so often, her own curiosity getting to her. Though she remained mostly indifferent in expression, she was becoming increasingly interested. However, the last time she'd found herself overly interested in someone, it'd ended terribly. She was trying her best to be more cautious this time, but she wanted to know the man. Raina wasn't sure what about him had piqued her interest. Perhaps it was the way he'd approached her so carefully, as if trying not to startle her. Maybe it was the question he'd asked and his answer in return. She didn't often talk to people; while she wasn't exactly antisocial, she preferred to stay at home where it was safe. This man was the first person she had talked to for quite a while - she wasn't sure how long; her perception of time was horrid.
At the man's compliment, a blush rose on her cheeks. She turned to face him, a happy smile dancing across her lips. "Well - thank you!" Raina replied enthusiastically, finding no other words. The compliment caught her off guard, but she was happy to hear it. After all, what girl doesn't like being told they're beautiful?
"I don't meet many people, either. Though that's probably because I rarely leave my home." Raina admitted to him, seeing his reaction and hoping he didn't feel too uncomfortable or awkward after what he'd said. After a moment, she smiled, and started to speak again. "What's your name?" She asked him, hoping to finally learn the man's name. "Mine's Raina."
He waved away his own blush as he watched the water roll on the surface of the lake. He hadn't meant to compliment her, but at the same time he couldn't lie about how she looked in his eyes. To lie to such a beauty would be like besmirching her, as if dropping ink on the cool, clear water of the lake. A lie to such beauty would be criminal, an act against all that was good in the world. Lying was not his strong suit, although he had done it on several occasions when dealing with people of the village asking about his home, parents, and things he simply didn't know. Oberon didn't know his own name, and that bothered him a good deal more than he would like to tell anyone. He would rather remain unperturbed about such missing links of knowledge. It wasn't like anyone was really beating a path to know him as it was, he- Oberon paused. He knew his thoughts were carrying him away on a current that wasn't leading him into the conversation with her.
His eyes drifted to her as she spoke in what he could only describe as a sing-song voice. His spirits lifted when she talked, and his lips moved into a smile as he became even more enchanted with the girl. He dropped his hands into the water nearest to him and cupped a handful of the liquid. He dipped his lips into the water and attempted to speak. Bubbles automatically moved over his lips and the sound was garbled. He let the water fall from his hands as he stifled a laugh. "Gurgly." He shifted and swiped his forearm across his mouth to wipe away any moisture that was left. His head tilted as he watched her play with the fish, every movement she made seemed fluid in his eyes. His hand fell to his lap as she continued lightly. It was virtually impossible to move his gaze in any other direction. He held his breath. When he thought he might pass out he finally inhaled. The most incredible name he had ever heard had landed on his hearing and made a direct route straight to the core of him. He couldn't explain the sensation any other way. It wasn't correct, but at the same time it wasn't a bad definition of what had just happened when she offered him her name.
He struggled a moment, and then answered. "I don't know." His voice was soft and far away as he pulled his eyes back down to the water. How did he admit to her that he had no name while at the same time offering her the name he had adopted for himself? It was complicated, but at the same time it was as simple as telling the truth. He shrugged and turned his smile in her direction. "I mean, I took the name Oberon; but, it's not really my name. I don't actually know my name. I cannot remember it. But, if you like the name Oberon, you ca feel free to call me that. Oddly it's the name of a fat baker nearest to my own lake back home. Well, what I think is my home. It is where I woke a long time ago, and I stay there when I don't travel. His name is Oberon, and I sort of likd the name so I borrowed it. I know that sounds odd, doesn't it? I know. It's just, you asked me my name and I didn't want to lie to you and just say that Oberon was my name, because it probably isn't after all." He laughed softly as he found his mouth once again running away from him faster than her little fish friend darted away when he first spoke. He glanced down to the fish before looking back at her. His smile faltered lightly.
"Why don't you meet many people?" He didn't know if he was invading her personal space, and had offended her somehow. She certainly didn't act offended, but neither did the man who threw eggs at him when he accidentally ate a whole apple pie that had been set out to cool. Oberon, who was known only as "The Runner" to the baker had simply been walking along, minding his own business when the pie insulted him with its delicious smell. He could only reply to such insult by consuming some of the pie. It was so warm, and sweet that he accidentally consumed the whole thing before he really knew he had taken more than a few bites. The dodgy old baker caught him and flooded his ears with curse words he didn't comprehend, nor could reason out logically. Why would anyone ever want to stick a whole pie up- Let's just say that Oberon -the baker- used some very descriptive and colorful language. Now that he thought about it, the baker actually did seem offended. He asked in a hesitant voice, "You don't have any eggs, do you?"