Cast Out and Fallen (Mok)

[Lessira]

54th of Winter, 511 AV Music lived and breathed in this place, light and darkness were one. All about there was life, there was singing and rejoicing. All around were voices, she could feel the touch of so many on her concious. She could hear them, she could taste the life energy of the world. She was life, she was the song, she was a part of this place. Her name... it sung through her entire being, a loud and vibrant note that melded in harmony with so many others. She could feel their names as well, each was different and unique in its own way. If she reacehd out she could touch this one's name, could taste his thoughts and feel his words as they pressed against her. She could feel their emotions and their beings. She was a part of it, she was one with them and they with her. She was an individual, she had her own forma nd voice, and she used this voice to call out the name of others of her kind. With her on tongue she tasted her own name upon her lips, and felt it reverberating throgh her being. She was her name, she was the esence of life. She was in constant rejoice, here within the embrace of Leth. The God could be seen walking among his relm, his light brightening the very sky with his power and influnce. He was a man of power, of mystery. She knew him, and he knew her. From time to time his eyes would stray over her, and from his silvery lips would fall her name. The sound of it... oh the feel of her name spoken from the lips of her god... it was the greatest of extasy, it was passion and longing. It was devotion... it was love... Then there was disaster... Something changed and the world was set to chaos! The world felt as if it were being ripped appart, flung open and laid bear to chaotic universe... And she was falling... Cast out and sent tumbling from her heavenly domain. She reached up and called out, her form grasping for anything, anyone that might save her from this fate. She could see him, his face sorrowful and filled with pain. The Goddess was with him, and it seemed that her children had succumed to a similar fate. She felt her name spoken one last time... Just as the view to the other world was lost once again... She was falling, tumbling, almost bewheeling. Around her lights flashed, tiny dots of life and energy that seemed so close yet so far away. She felt something chaninging, something was different... Her name... she tried to speak it but it would not come, she could no longer feel it resonating through her being. With a sudden start she realized that she could not pronouce who she was anymore, could not even state her being! With a wordless cry those sparkling lights were engulfed by darkness, a darkness that was growing heavier the longer that she fell... ********** Wind whipped through her hair, the smell of salt and brine assaulted her senses as she felt her speed picking up. Suddenly she was embraced by pain, a plummeting pressure that threatened to force the breath from her lungs and plunge her to the bottom of her liquid... Lungs? The thought was strange, yet a familiar one to her... There was a buring in her chest and she reflexively took a breath, filling those burning points with salty liquid, setting that pounding in her chest to an increased pace. With some inner insticts guiding her actions, she kicked out fiercly in defiance of the currents pull, fighting untill her head broke the surface of the roiling waters. Coughing, paddling with arms that felt heavy and clumsy, she opened her eyes for the first time. Above her the moon shown full and bright, the light reflecting off of her silver hair and horns of violet. Water was forced from her lungs with each cough, and from her senses the girl was able to gather a few snippits of detail. Her eyes were cast out over the roiling waves, finding a plot of land not to far from where she floated. Breathing in the salted air she began her swim to land, some inner portion of her telling her that was where she needed to go. It was so strange, she could not remember... Her thoughts were a confused jumble of feelings and half memories... but nothing solid was there... Perhaps it was the shock of what had happend, or maybe she simply chose not to remember just yet. Whatever the case, the girl knew not who she was, where she had come from or where she was going... but those memories were locked just below the surface... The sound of waves lapping on the shore were like a warm greeting to the girl's ears, and she quickly made her way toward the sound. Soon her feet brushed against sand, and from the sea she rose to observe her new surroundings. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, shaking out droplets of sea water, her silver hair seeming to sparkle like stars as light was reflected off of every droplet. Her skin shown with its own light, like captured moon beems had been seeled just beleath her skin. Her form was bear to the world, nothing left to the imagination as she slowly made her way fully onto land. A chilled wind sent shivers courseing down her spine and goosebumps to rise on her skin, and those were not the only things that rose either. Reaching up a delicate hand, the girl felt her face, traced a line up and over her hair to one of her gently curved horns. The Violet adorments were like polished gem stones, a crown of such radience that it almost seemed to create a halo of light around her head as it caught the moons reflection. The girl herself seemed lost, her eyes shining with their own inner light as she looked about herself in confusion. One arm wrapped around her chest, the other her waist as she cast her gaze out along the shoreline. An angel cast down from heaven, a wayward traveler who had no guidence. A lost soul who knew not her own name...

[Mok]

A misfortunate night. It was one of those nights that you'd never thought could happen but it did. It was one of those nights when uncertainty hung in the air. Confusion, doubt, and fear consumed the night of misfortune. The uncertainty was the worst, because you had no time to think, no time to sort out your mind. The mind is on another level. The confusion was the worst too. It always happened to everyone. It only takes one second lost in thought to petch up. Doubt, on the other hand attacked the soul of a man. Doubt trapped the power of will forever. Fear was the darkness of it all. It teared you up from behind, gnawing away at your brain. A misfortunate night was horror. Horror and moral terror. They're the true enemies. In order to overcome them, one must accept it and utilize their primordial instinct to kill without conscience.


When people interacted on a misfortunate night, conversation was short and in whispers. Once in a while a muffled scream echoed through the night. Sometimes one could hear the clatter of arms. But in the end, it was mostly silent. The same went for Mok. Tonight, he was one of the silent. Tonight, he was part of the horror. The dominos were falling and it was now the half-blood's turn.

Right now nothing was good. In fact, the myrian was in turmoil. He had a problem on his hands that was messy business. In a fit of rage, Mok had killed this guy you see. Apparently the chump was important to someone and the half-blood was on the run now. A band of instigators were now on the pursuit. Of course, Mok wasn't completely out of the game yet. He had a head start and the body of his victim. That would slow them down at the very least half an hour.

The thing was...Mok had murdered the kid a few hours ago. They could appear at a moment’s notice. Rumors had it that they were armed and ready to kill. To top it all off, the myrian still hadn't disposed of the body.

His head was pounding. The myrian's drunkenness was finally beginning to wear off. He wasn't happy. Lugging a six foot sack, Mok made his way to the docks. It was about time he dumped the corpse in the bay. This was the dilemma though. The bay was probably the first place that the hooligan's would search, but at the same time Mok needed to dump the body. Whatever. It was now time for the myrian to act.

Leaving the corpse in the shadows of an alley in the docks, Mok set off sneaking to find an empty row boat or canoe. Exiting the safety of the ally, the myrian sprinted down the stairs and towards the woodworks. It was a good twenty five yard stretch to a group of barrels. Mok sprinted as fast as he possibly could, only so that he wouldn't get spotted. Taking a moment to catch his breath, the myrian hid behind the cargo and slowly made his way around it.

While moving through the piles, Mok took care to remain hidden in the shadows. The myrian did not remain completely under cover though. He was big and in a rush. He wasn't concerned with absolute security, but rather speeds. He needed to find an empty raff quick.

Minutes later, the myrian found himself on the shore. Someone had chained a half broken row boat to a stone on the beach under one of the piers. Standing over the chain and lock, the half-blood looked around to check out the area. It was almost completely dark under the pier and the air was still. No one was looking.

Clank.

Mok smashed his blade on the chain link as hard as he possibly could. If he was lucky he could break the chain in one or two hits.

Clank.

Still nothing. The myrian struck the chain one more time, this time using the power in his hips to get more energy in the swing.

Clank. Success. Silence.

Hopefully no one heard that. Chances were that they did, but he didn't have time to squabble. Sheathing his sword, the myrian sprinting back the way he came, again practicing both speed and stealth. Running from box to box, he made it back to the alley faster than the last time. No alarms were sounded, so everything seemed to be working out. Slinging the body over his shoulder, Mok planned out his route back to the transportation.

Picking out three check points, Mok would run to each and take a breather. On the count of three, the myrian bolted from his hiding space. The awkward position of the body slowed him down but it was no matter. No time to worry about that non-sense now. Minutes later, Mok was already loading the corpse into the boat.

Setting the rotten skiff off, Mok took one the oars and began to row.

~~~

Rowing along, Mok was trying to find his way to the edge of the bay where the water was deep. That way he could dispose of the body without any snooping eyes. At first it was difficult for him to get the boat going, but he eventually got a hang of it. He wasn't the fastest rower but he got the vessel going forward. Another thing he had to deal with was the lighthouse. If anyone was going to spot him it would happen when the light passed over.

Stopping the vessel, Mok watched silently as the light house spun in rhythm. Counting off, the myrian calculated that he had two or three minutes to pass out of the light's range. The tide was beginning to rise and it would soon be a huge hassle to get back on shore.

That's when it happened. Something unbelievable. Something insane. Something down right unexplainable.

As the light passed through the sky, Mok saw it. Something was falling from the heavens a mile down the coast. Yes, falling from the sky. Seconds later is smashed into the ocean. What the hell was that? Mok was shocked. Where did it come from? It couldn't have just fallen from the sky. That didn't make any sense. There was nothing in view but the cosmos.

IMok was going to investigate. He knew he shouldn't but the warrior just couldn't help it. It was settled, no matter what troubles it would bring.

First he needed to dispose of the corpse. Opening the sack the myrian was greeted by the stench. Taking his gladius, the myrian sawed off the head and flung it into the distance. Next came the arms and legs. The whole thing was a bloody mess, but taking the extra few minutes to destroy the evidence was crucial. Not like this was going to happen, but there was always a way for someone in Sunberth to find out your secrets.

Finishing up the myrian set off to row again, this time in the direction of the falling object. Chances are it sunk to the bottom of the ocean, but maybe it was floating...who knew? It was probably some type of metal from the cosmos. Either way it would probably fetch a high price at the market.

Mok paddled onwards.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Lessira]

Cold... Shaking her head the girl cast her gaze upward, her eyes searching out, seeking for something... for someone... Blinking slowly she brought her hand before her eyes, examining the shimmering skin, the perfect nails and thin fingers. She felt so... heavy... Her other hand came up to join the other, both truing this way and that before shining eyes of violet, the moons light reflecting off of her polished horns as she tilted her head this way and that. They were such strange things... hands... Yes that's what they were called, but for some reason it just felt... wrong to the girl. Her eyes looked down now, examining her arms with curious fingers that trailed downward over her bear chest and stomach. Another salty breeze caused goosebumps to rise once more, sending a shiver of cold down her spine as her gentle touch traced down her flat stomach to her thighs. Locks of silver hair fell over the girl's shoulder as she leaned down to touch her shins, and she bent further to touch the very tips of her toes. It was so strange... She felt... The girl closed her eyes tightly, squatting down and wrapping her arms around her legs, hugging her knees close to her chest as she was nearly overwhelmed by a sense that she had forgotten something important... In her mind there was... a sound. It echoed, ringing and lilting through her mind... a memory... It was... She groaned as her hands came up to either side of her head, fingers grasping at silver strands as she tried to recall... But her thoughts were interrupted by a strange wet feeling between her toes. Opening her eyes the girl looked down, curious to see little waves lapping at her toes where the sand had been try just moments before. Standing slowly she looked to either side, wondering at the strange occurrence. The tide seemed to be rising, but of course she did not realize that. Somehow the girl had found herself trapped on a section of beach that was submerged beneath the lapping waves for most of the day, and now the tide was comeing in. The salty sea was rising by the second, beach beginning to disappear beneath the foam, and the girl did not realize the danger she was in. Instead the girl had found something else of interest. Just a little ways to the left was a little starfish, and the girl had contented herself to bending over the creature, silver hair spilling down over her naked shoulders as she looked at it curiously, the lapping waves slowly inching their way up her shins...

[Mok]

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

The myrian counted to the number four over and over in his head. The counting method always helped Mok get into rhythm. Rowing a boat was no different. It was really a simple task to perform: use the paddles to push the vessel through the water. The hard part was rowing efficiently. The mental count off would help him keep up a constant pace. Once the rhythm set in he would be able to row much easier. He couldn't steer the boat to save his life. Every time he needed to turn, he would have to stop rowing completely and angle the boat in the correct way. This was not only a huge waste of time and energy, but it made Mok look like a complete fool out in the middle of the bay.

Mok continued to row.

The tide was beginning to rise and the wind was beginning to blow cold. The myrian was no sea goer, but he quickly learnt what it meant. The waves would soon be getting rough and strong. He needed to rush if he was going to find the object that fell from the sky. Most people would ignore such a phenomenon. Common folk would just label it as the act of a god. Mok knew better. There was something special out in the bay's waters and it was his job to find out. Even with all his rowing, he was still several minutes away from the initial location of the falling object.

Soon the myrian found himself in open waters. More like treacherous waters to be more accurate. The waves were gigantic. Each swell that Mok rode over was terrifying. Slowly, the half broken vessel would climb walls of water. As the tip of the boat reached the top, it would disappear into oblivion. Next there was stillness and silence. Next the boat accelerated over the top as if some cosmic energy was pulling them over and rushed down the other side of the wave. Mok repeated this process several times before getting within stone's throw of his destination.

Now the myrian had a clear view of where he was. The object had fallen near a small beach head carved into the rocks. By his estimations, the object must have floated towards the shore because of the incoming tide. It was his best bet to find the treasure. Angling his boat towards the beach, Mok began to paddle. It was now time for him to obtain his prize. It was do or die now. All he could hope for now was to escape the tide with treasure in hand.

~~~

It was misfortunate night indeed.

The tide was coming in fast and the myrian was having trouble controlling the small vessel. The current quickly brought the boat towards the shore. This was not good. It was too late now. Mok just realized that there was no return now. He was going to be stuck on a stupid beach miles from Sunberth. To top it all off he would be cold and hungry all night. Something wrong was bound to happen on this misfortunate night as well.

Why in the hell did he do it? Why did he follow the falling object? There was no need to. If only he just returned to the docks in the first place he could be in his warm tent cuddling with a local whore. Petch it all! There was no reason to grumble though. Mok had decided long ago that his lot in life was to be miserable. That’s the moment the blood thirsty savage grinned. His life could indeed be considered miserable, but he loved it. He lived for it. This was his life: a life of terror and misfortune. It was only natural that it would end with him stranded on some beach.

At least that was what he told himself to keep his spirits up.

~~~

Finally, Mok landed the craft. Jumping onto the wet sands of the shore, Mok pulled the piece of trash out of the water. Up until this point, the myrian was solely focused on steering the vessel and rowing. He had no time to scan the beach head. In fact, the moment the boat hit the soft sands was when Mok finally took the time to check his surroundings.

The landscape was pretty self-explanatory: cliffs surrounding a small private beach. Towards one edge of the beach appeared to be a cluster of rocks and a cave. Towards the other edge of the beach was nothing but cliffs. No way out and by the looks of it the tide would soon be up to Mok's neck.

He forgot one thing though. A naked woman was crouching around in the sand. This was the last thing he was expecting to see. Seriously, she had no vessel. How did she get here? She could have swum, but she would probably be dead from the frigid waters by now. This night was getting stranger and more mysterious by the moment.

No time to waste though. Unsheathing his gladius, Mok ran down the beach searching for the object that fell from the sky. At first he ran in the opposite way of the woman. Up and down the sand he sifted. Nothing. No signs of anything save the washed up kelp. Turning around, the myrian proceed to finish his search of the beach. This time he would have to interact with the naked woman.

Running in the sand, Mok reached the location of the naked girl. At a distance, one would see a shadow of a man running frantically. Up close though Mok's features would be seen in vivid detail. His wet boots, trousers, and cloak were encrusted in sand. His blade shimmered in his gauntleted hand. His face was wild and sweaty. His eyes wide and piercing. He hadn't shaved in several days and his chin was gruff and darkened.

"Oi, waif, you see anything wash up 'ere?" Mok yelled as he ran by her. The myrian was in a rush and continued to search as he yelled at her. The water was rising fast and he had maybe five minutes before the boat would get engulfed by the sea. He needed to move.

Running to end of the beach Mok found nothing. Damn it! Mok was a petching idiot. He should have never have came here. Jogging back towards the boat, he asked the naked woman again, this time he tried to scare her a little, "Ey, you trying not to listen to me huh? Tell me. Has anything washed up on the shore? HEY! OI!"

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Lessira]

The girl's back had been to the man, and she was unable to see him arrive from where she crouched, examining the strange creature with 5 squiggly legs. Her attention was wrapped up completely in her pondering, wondering what it was that she was seeing, trying to decipher the mysteries of her existence from the creature, but she could not ignore the thud of boots as the sloshed through the murky sand. Tilting her head the girl saw Mok just as he ran by her, shouting words that were at once strange and familiar to her. He seemed like he had something important to do, something that occupied his mind as his head swiveled from side to side. A cloud had past over the moon when he finally turned to look at her, and the girl could sense an urgency in his voice as it increased in volume with each step he took toward her. It was strange... the sight of such a man, unshaven and wild, may have been frightening to her under normal circumstances, but at this time now, caught between worlds and lost in a sea of thoughts and dreams she could not escape, the girl could feel nothing of the sort. As he drew near the girl stood, soft locks of silver hair fell to cover her exposed breasts, a veil of modesty that was not done intentionally. Her eyes cast over the man, shining and glimmering in an otherworldly light, and as Mok drew close enough to make out any true details the clouds were swept aside, and the girl was bathed in Leth's light as she was meant to be. The girl's earthly form seemed to respond to her patron god's touch, the skin glowing with soft radiance, as if she had spent too long beneath the moon's glow and its light now burst forth from her every pore. Her horns shown like polished gems, a wondrous violet that mirrored her glowing eyes in their color. Those gems curved softly back, following the edge of her ears so that they had a streamline appearance. The girl's features were perfection, without a flaw or blemish to mark the curve of her jawline down to her collar bone and past. Sensual curves marked the girl as fully developed, a thin waist connecting to wide hips that were perfectly exposed, leaving nothing to the imagination to any eyes that might roam. The girl herself was almost innocent in appearance, her eyes gazed up at Mok with a strange mix of curiosity and innocence. One arm wrapped around her middle as her other hand came up to her face, those thin fingers touching her lips, as if she would say something but simply could not find the words. For a moment the girl just looked at Mok, her eyes big and searching, trying to understand the words he had spoken. Slowly she was able to piece together what he had said, and after a moments thought she also put together a few words she hoped would help. Closing her eyes, the girl took a deep breath, looking almost as if she were about to make some great speach, but then she turned and pointed to a spot just under the lapping waves, looking at Mok and speaking in a voice that was filled with certainty,"A Starfish."

[Mok]

The woman finally turned towards Mok and stood up. The myrian walked closer to her, his feet now ankle deep in the waves. Just as he approached the clouds parted in heavenly display and she was basked in the moon's light. That is when it hit him in like a warpick to the brains; she was absolutely beautiful... no, godly.

A cascade of unpolished silvery hair hung at her waist, naturally covering her supple breasts. Eyes peered in bright violet glow, yet the details such as the pupils and irises were vividly detailed. Oh and her horns! Her horns were like polished jewels befit for Myri herself. Her skin literally glowed in the silvery tint of the night. She was perfect, not a flaw, mark, or scar on her body. The ample curves were strong, yet delicate like the stars in the sky. Nothing was out of proportion. Everything was in tune. Her hands were soft and thin, yet tough at the same time. She was absolutely stunning.

Mok even stopped breathing for a moment as he gazed at her body from head to toe. She was both innocent and pure; her face was without judgment. Curiosity filled her eyes, but no hostility at all. This was much different than anything that the half-blood experience in his life. In the jungles, the females were fierce and passionate. Their eyes were like intensely passionate embers. In Sunberth, the women were liars and cheats. They were fake and ever changing like a serpent. Her eyes were different than anything he had known his whole life. He had nothing in his mind to categorize this.

This moment was truly magical. Mok had never seen such a goddess in his whole life. Well he knew of a man with similar styled horns, but he was dark and evil. He was nothing like her. As far as Mok was concerned they had nothing in common.

The warrior's heart was filled with darkness. His life was that of danger and extreme pleasures. No rest. While looking upon this woman his heart hurt from the horror he had endured until this point. He had not seen such beauty in his life for years. He understood now. The falling object from the sky had to be her. There was no other explanation for such a heavenly being to be stranded on this beach.

Slowly, Mok took another step towards the girl. He opened his mouth to talk, but he spoke no words. The myrian could not speak. He did not know what to say. The woman had pointed at a starfish. It was obvious that she didn't understand Mok. But that didn't matter anymore as he had found the falling star. What would he say now? He couldn't think of anything to say, so he decided to ask a question that was plaguing his mind.

Water splashed all over his face as he dropped kneeling onto the floor, "Are you a goddess?" His voice was low and thick with the myrian accent. The expression on his face was one of awe and determination.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Lessira]

Goddess... The girl did not understand, but the word brought forth that overwhelming feeling once more. Closing her eyes at a sudden rush of emotion, the girl crouched once more, her hands grasping at the silvery strands of hair as if they might give her support. In her mind, something was... Then it came, in a sudden rush that caused a cry to escape her lips, and suddenly the girl remembered... The feeling, the names... Being cast out by a catastrophe... Songs... feelings... and her God... A groan escaped her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut harder, pulling at the hair in desperation as the gravity of what had happen began to settle on her shoulders. Pain... Agonizing suffering threatened to send the girl tumbling from her perch in reality into the throngs of madness. She was gone... Cast out from the world of Leth and into a the world of mortals ... She had Fallen! Her breaths came in short gasps as her heart fought to escape out of her chest. Her thin frame trembled as shudders passed through her body. Wordless sounds of grief and suffering escaped her lips as tears began to fall, a cascade of sorrow that spilled from each eye and shown like diamonds in the moonlight. It was too much... too much... Losing her balance the girl fell to the side, landing on her elbows and sobbing bitter tears of anguish into the salty sea. Waves lapped upward over her frame, threatening to drown her if the tide were to rise any faster, but she cared not for her safty... not with the realizatoin that she was separated from her God... From... A single word escaped her lips, so soft that the sea may have swallowed the sound entirely, "Leth..." The frigid waters moved farther up her form as the grief took ahold anew, casting out all thoughts of safety from the girl's mind as she was wrapped in the seas embrace, but something happened, a new feeling took ahold of her and she was lifted and pulled from the oceans grasp. Strong hands encircled her, moving her bodily from harms way and returning her to dry sand once more. Shaking her head the girl settled on her hands and knees in the sand, shudders racking her body as she sobbed, resting her head on the cool surface of the beach. In her mind she could hear it... It was her... her name, a melody that sung its way through her very being, through her heart and soul... For a moment she tried to speak it, but her lips would not pronounce the words. She could not... She could not speak her own name... It was then that she felt it, that point where grief has reached its peek and all that is left after the tears is a quiet calm... Her heart settled, growing silent like the night after a savage storm... Ever so slowly she leaned back, setting onto her knees and raising her tear streaked face, casting those eyes of violet to the heavens. There, above her she could see him. His light shown down on her, twinckling off of the tears that began to fall anew from those eyes. Then her eyes turned to Mok once more, looking upon him with such despair it was a wonder she was still sane. Her trembling form spoke of pain, and her eyes cried out an unspoken aguish... When she spoke, her voice was choked, filled with sadness and longing, "I-I... am Fallen..."

[Mok]

Mok waited for an answer, but the woman just looked at Mok puzzled and confused. She probably did not understand. The half-blood considered explaining himself, but he quickly changed his mind when her face went sour. The last thing he wanted to do was piss off the heavenly creature. Did he say something wrong? If things came to the blade Mok would not hesitate to fight. Even though he had no chance against this celestial goddess he would fight to the death. Then he would be waiting in the afterlife for revenge. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? How could he harm such a beautiful creature? He couldn't let these thoughts ravage his mind. This woman hadn't even done anything wrong. She was too innocent. Although Mok pushed these thoughts away, deep down in his heart he still agreed. If she tried anything, he would not hesitate.

The shinning woman was thinking about something and it wasn't pretty. She was distraught in pain. Her beautiful eyes now tightly shut in desperate attempt to escape reality. She tossed about as if her skull was being crushed by a massive pair of vice grips. Tugging on her hair, the woman attempted to bring herself out of the terrible vision. Soon she couldn't handle it anymore and she fell sideways into the surf. Wailing and suffering, she wallowed in the tide aware only of her pain. Words escaped her lips among the grunts: Leth.

In her throbs of agony, Mok simply watched. His mind was racing and his heat beating wildly. What did the myrian do? How did his words affect the innocent woman? He didn't understand; reasoning was beyond him now. That's when he turned to his heart for answers. Obviously what he needed to do was help the woman. If he did nothing, she would eventually drown. But this was a misfortunate night and he doubted his decision. Darkness enveloped his heart and spread throughout his body. His thoughts turned to selfishness and personal pleasure. Why should he help this waif? Look at her, she was helpless. He could easily kill her now and sell her body parts. The horns would rake in a fat wallet. Then he would sell the body to some Looney and make off with a lot of cash. Maybe he would eat some of her flesh and drink her blood. A tender succulent meal. This would be his only opportunity though, while she was weakened.

"Petch it all," Mok said to himself. Her sweat innocent face flashed across his mind. He couldn't kill her so selfishly. He wasn't a murderer, he was a warrior. A proud warrior of the Jagged Blades. She was no enemy; she couldn't be anyone's foe. Pushing the darkness away from his heart Mok took a stand. He would help her, but he had wasted too much time in thought.

Splashing forward, the myrian fought off a wave before getting to the drowning woman. When he came upon her face Mok realized that she had given up all hope. It was a sad and terrible site indeed. A cruel image came to Mok's head. Why had he even thought about murdering this poor wretched woman? This was all too much for him to handle. The emotions he was experiencing were way too much. Never in his life had he gone through a gauntlet of feelings. First, the myrian saw the woman in all her splendor. Next, he watched her fall from glory and into a painful depression. Finally, suicide. It was depressing indeed.

Mok felt the need to cry as he carried the woman ashore. He felt that someone needed to weep for this poor woman. The hardened man tried to cry for the first time in years. It didn't happen though. Placing her on the dry sand, her hair was now sandy and dark. Her skin was now lackluster and dull. It was truly sad. At least she was breathing. Slowly the pain softened in her face and she quieted down. Sitting up again, she locked eyes with the warrior. The celestial being would meet a pair of concerned and sad eyes. Not pitiful eyes but eyes of solidarity and sadness.

Finally she explained herself. She was Fallen. The myrian had no idea what this meant. All he knew was that being Fallen was a terrible thing. Justice needed to be enacted her and now. Looking up at the sky, the myrian let out a passionate cry, "Is there none that can be trusted? Not even the gods of the heavens? You have definitively proven that I truly cannot truth any one. None, but steel! I now let all the gods know that the heavens have committed a sin that cannot be forgiven! I call for justice... And if no one is listening, then to hell with all of you!"

Mok had enough. It was time to get the hell out of that damn beach. It was now a scene of pain and hatred. The myrian could not spend any more time there.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Lessira]

Through the fog of a weary mind, the girl could hear the man's words. She watched him as he cast his cries to the heavens, her heart strangely soothed by his actions... Though she could not say why. Perhaps it was simply the fact that another would feel so strongly as to feel anguish for her, or perhaps it was that she shared a few of his sentiments... Closing her eyes once more the girl's hands tightened on her thighs, Oh Leth... My dearest, my honored... Oh light of my soul and guider of my passions... Why... A single tear fell from the corner of her eye as she prayed. Her heart ached... a pain that thrummed through her entire being like distant thunder. A longing welled within her, filling up the gaping hole had opened with her being with thoughts of dark and dreary reflections... Then there was the feel of a hand on her once more, lifting her to her feet and leading her from her spot in the sand. Opening her eyes the girl followed the back of the man who had called out so passionately in her defense, who had come to find her when she had been lost. Though she knew underneath it all that this was only coincidence, for now she clung to the thought that this man had COME for HER. That he had been on this beach to find HER. It was a rather weak fantasy, but the girl held onto it none the less... Soon she found herself in a strange craft, a tree that had been carved out so that people could sit in it. For a moment the girl's mind was lost in curiosity once more as the man helped her into the strange log. She picked at the wooden flooring, and played with the handle to one of the ors while she waited for him to join her, and then they set off once more onto the rolling waters. In an effort to distance her mind from her grief the girl watched Mok attentively as he rowed, examining his strong shoulders and steady hands as he settled into a steady rhythm. She watched as his shoulder muscles tensed and relaxed, fighting against the swift currents that threatened to send them out to deeper waters. The way his eyes would glance over her from time to time, scanning her form with an expression she was unfamiliar with. The girl at one point gave the man a small smile, leaning a bit closer to look up in his eyes just as he leaned forward to pull back on the oars once more. The steady ebb and flow of the waters set the girls troubled soul at ease, calming her and allowing her to forget her worries if only for the moment. From time to time the man would speak to her, and the girl would turn to look at him with shining eyes that seemed to soak in everything he was saying. The tears had long since tried from those shimmering cheeks, and a soft glow had returned to her skin once more. As time passed the girl's gaze drifted upward once more, taking in the moon and all its glory as she felt another tug at heart. Again she tried to speak it, but her lips just couldn't... Shaking her head she looked down at her hands, "I... I-I cannot speak... It is lost to me... My... Name..." Once more those feelings threatend to overwhelm her, and the girl closed her eyes against the rush of tears she felt. AFter a time, however, she was able to ease her heart back to a place of relative calm. It was just so... strange to her... Looking up she touched a hand over her heart, "I am... Fallen..." For a moment she looked as if she were struggling to find the words, "I was... Cast down from where I belong... A-and now I..." She shook her head, her silver hair tossed about, catching the light of the moon with every movement. She looked up at Mok once again, her eyes pleading that he understand what she could not say.

[Mok]

It was no time to weep anymore. It was not even his place or his job to cry. The woman started to mumble, but he couldn't understand what she was trying to say. Something about Leth. Who was this Leth anyways? Maybe her former slaver or something? That couldn't be right... she just fell from the sky. But all of that didn't matter right now. Pushing away his emotions deep into the corner of his heart, the myrian returned to his usual self. Mok was back in survival mode. He locked away his compassion and solidarity and let the primal darkness enter his heart once more. His blood was pumping and his mind was racing. He had spent way too much time on this blasted beach. They needed to bounce.

"I know your miserable right now, but we are out," Mok said as he sheathed his sword. Apparently she couldn't understand him. This was bad. He couldn't just tell her what to do. He would need to actually show her how to do everything. This was definitely a burden. The flight back would be misfortunate indeed. No matter. The myrian would make sure no harm came upon her. She had a free ticket tonight. The next course of action was to get back to the Crimson Edge camp as soon as possible, where safety and warmth would be waiting.

"Lhex's balls, let’s get on with it woman," Mok mumbled under his breath as he lifted the celestial being from the sand. He had no time to look at her. No time to judge what he should say next. His mind was in a rush. They needed to go. Turning around, the warrior jogged towards the boat with the girl following close behind. Already the waves were lapping against the boats haul. In minutes the whole beach would be flooded. Quickly, Mok helped the woman into the vessel, and then he pushed it into the sea. Splashing in the foam, he struggled to get inside the floating piece of trash. Each time he tried to swing his leg over the boat would, it would rock back and forth and almost capsize. Luckily, the heavenly creature was enjoying the new experience. She acted like she had never sat in a boat before, let alone seen one. Eventually, the myrian was able to getting. His body was soaked from the waist down.

Taking an oar in each hand, the myrian began to row with all his might. Each stroke, Mok dipped the oars deep into the sea and used his whole body to pull, not just his arms. Leaning into each stroke, the myrian transferred the power in his legs and hips to his arms and hands. Getting into rhythm, he fought off the rising tide in desperate attempt to get out of the blasted surf. The myrian had no time to talk right now. It was getting tougher to row by the moment. Unfortunately the naked woman had no clue the problems they were about to face. She offered him a timid smile. Mok laughed. She would not be smiling if she understood how bad the waves were going to be once they got out of the surf.

Beads of sweat rolled down Mok's head as he rowed. He wasn't playing around. Judging by her expression she thought that everything was going to be okay. Mok couldn't let her innocence be shattered so abruptly. He needed to warn her. "Listen. When was pass that rock formation up there, we will be out in the high seas. Don't worry; we will only be rowing for a good league."

No response. She seemed to be listening intently, but she said nothing. "Do you know anything about the high seas?"

Still nothing. This was so frustrating. If she wasn't so beautiful and innocent, he would be pounding in her face right now. He tried once more to warn her, "Up there the seas will get tough. Just hold on tightly."

Again she didn't respond. Blast it! What was the use? Mok would give up. This woman was beautiful beyond all imagination, but she sure didn't act like it. Maybe she was simple minded, or maybe she still had the mind of a child. Casting aside his feelings of doubt and anger, the myrian decided it was best to just continue rowing.

Finally she broke the methodic rhythm of Mok's stroke and explained herself. Apparently she had forgotten how to talk. Well, that was good news. At least she would eventually remember how to communicate effectively. For now, the warrior would simply refer to her as woman. He considered giving her a temporary name, but that was not for him to decide. He would never hold dominion over another, especially over their name. She also mentioned something about being Fallen again. Although he knew nothing about the Fallen, the myrian could sense that it was the source of her pain and sorrow. The half-blood could only wish he understood her more.

Leaning forward, the myrian wrapped the coat around her naked body. Clasping the hood around her at least now she would be protected from the wind and cold.

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In the distance, Mok could see the choppy sea water forming. The boat was already rocking hard. His mind was one hundred percent dedicated to rowing right now. One, two, three, four, he counted off in his mind. By now his left shoulder was dull with pain. A fortnight ago, the myrian had gotten in a savage brawl and he was still nursing the wounds. It was healing up nice and good, but his muscles still ached.

The boat was flying. Climbing to the top of a massive watery hill, the boat tipped over and flew down the other side. Both passengers momentarily left their seats as the momentum of the boat flung over the top of the wave. Mok's heart fluttered for a moment. He wasn't used to the high seas. In fact, this was his first time messing around out her. Back in the jungles he could handle the rapid rivers, but the sea was different.

Up and down they went, each time they rushed down a wave, water soaked both passengers. Mok had been rowing for what seemed hours now and they weren't getting any closer to the docks. It was in view now, but it seemed to be growing further and farther away. Mok began to despair. They would never make it to the shore alive. It was terrible.

More water slammed against his face. It was getting impossible to row now. If felt like at any moment the boat could capsize. To make things worse, water began to build up in the boats haul.

The myrian tried to explain to the woman, "Water in the boat. No good! Help me! Help me!" The myrian made a cup with his hands and showed her that he wanted her to remove water from the boat. There was no use in trying though. All their efforts would be in vain.

Before he could say another word, the worst thing that could possibly happen occurred. The boat literally bounced off a wave and came crashing down nose first into the water. As it was falling the second worst possible thing happened: the cloaked woman was now falling too. A jolt of lightning slapped his head. Blood rushed to his face. Panic and worry struck him. Dropping the oars, Mok surged forward in desperate attempt to grab the woman before he fell to her doom. Just before she vanished over the side, Mok’s gauntleted hand got ahold of the collar of the cloak. His arm felt like it was going to snap; veins bulged from his wrists and forearms. Taking another step, Mok positioned himself to lift the nameless woman back into the boat. She must have been underwater for three or four seconds.

Getting her back into the boat, Mok laid her down and tried to move the mess of wet hair away from her face. Long hair was truly a nuisance, "Don't ever do that again you petching cunt!" Mok grabbed her collar again and shook her face to make sure she was one hundred percent alive and alert. Another wave crashed into the boat, almost tipping the vessel over.

Clouds began to gather above. Snow and sleet were going to come next. How would they make it out of the open seas alive? A misfortunate night indeed.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common