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Post by anasztazia freyja macnamara on Dec 16, 2012 18:39:12 GMT -8
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Strolling casually down the street she added a skip to her step as she smiled to herself. She loved to bask in the sun, it felt amazing and it was a lovely day outside today. Much like her feline form she enjoyed soaking up the glow of the sun, it almost made her a calmer person but she was still herself and quick to anger… or passion. She had had nicknames growing up that had meant devil, whirlwind, and wild horse among many others. She was a pistol of a person, quick to any emotion truly and definitely a spitfire when she wanted to be. But she was also a person who loved to enjoy herself and enjoyed everything about her life, even if it wasn’t the best.
Anya knew she was gaining looks as she passed not only for her feline features but because of her outfit, or lack thereof. She couldn’t help it really though, she wore what she wanted when she wanted, and besides the skin felt absolutely marvelous on her skin and she wasn’t going to give that up today. Her entire midriff showed along with her shoulders and arms as well as a good portion of her legs, although a sheer layer of fabric covered most of the backside of her legs. It wasn’t that she was raised without modesty it was just that she was raised to be who she wanted to be and some of the things she loved to wear were flowy skirts, corset style tops at times, and of course her violin case slung across her back. Today in fact she had a newer violin she had acquired and she thought it might draw even more attention when she street-performed than her average fiddle. Her hair hung loosely across her shoulders, her bangs swept slightly to the side and a single small braid done at the front left side of her head. She knew her hair shined now with golden streaks of color throughout it in the sunlight, it had ever since she had become an order two. She was used to looks and weird glances though, she had been raised in the Roma culture and was often dismissed as being odd or below everyone. Not only that but she had been a nekomimi after the meteor showers and still retained those features although she was a shapeshifter in nature now, it felt more natural than using her ability of animorph to rid herself of them. Her lioness ears which faded from a rich golden color to a lovely brown around their edges and her tail which swung back and forth lazily with it darkening into a dark brown at its tip as well.
She loved to travel as a principle and Egypt was just one of the many places she had been to and she loved it, as she always loved new places. The other day she had gone to see the sphinx although she was already considering going back before she left. As a rule she really didn’t leave until she felt like it, she was a master at finding ways home or to her next destination. Her schooling might have been suffering slightly but she was a superb dancer and when she went back she not only usually had something new to show her teachers but she quickly mastered many more dances. All of her teachers taught her in private nowadays although sometimes they called others in to critique or watch her when she was in town. Sometimes she traveled in groups or caravans however this was a solo trip, she was by herself but that didn’t make it a bad trip.
Slowing to a halt she grinned broadly as she looked at the space before her, it was perfect for a little performance of hers. She quickly shed herself of her violin case before unpacking the unique beauty of an instrument, to her anyways, and tuning it quickly, already gaining looks her way. Afterall this new violin was not only a wonderful instrument but it was gradient shades of a teal green color and she loved it, it was perfectly unique and wonderful to her. Smiling, Anya’s molar teeth were slightly pointed more than a human’s would be, more like an actual lioness’ teeth, additionally her canine teeth were sharper and a bit longer but people never caught this fact about her it wasn’t that dramatic. Just like they never caught the fact that her pupils were golden along the edges and her pupils were usually slightly larger than everyone elses even in the same light. But all of these features of the lion came together in a lovely way.
Hopping onto a short brick wall nearby she dragged her bow across the strings loudly and started into a moderately paced song, swaying along with it as she noticed more and more people begin to gather around her. As soon as she had several people paused she quickly switched into a fast paced and wild rhythm of a song, it’s notes sped along at the speed of light and it almost seemed folksy in nature a bit. It was a fiddle song to the core, one of her more favorite pieces to play. She had never been much for playing the stuff those stuffy classical composers wrote she was all about the wildness and joy in fiddle tunes and improvising as she went. For a while she leapt around the edge of the sidewalk, throwing in some footwork here and there for her audience before slowing down enough to switch to something more along the lines of a ballad. Ana might have loved fiddle tunes but she also loved to sing and did that now. As she sang she sang in Russian, she was sure almost no one here would probably understand it but it didn’t take an understanding of the language to find the song beautiful or to know that it was likely some song speaking somehow of love. She sung along with the haunting melody, the notes rich and ringing through the air.
Slowly as she sang she weaned the violin off until she was singing acapella, without her violin, and slowly weaving her way through the front of the small crowd. Anasztázia approached a man in his early twenties with a playful smile, she had seen him ogling her and felt like teasing him a bit, it was in her nature anyways. Stepping close as she sang she ran her finger under his chin, lifting his eyes to hers, and leaned in as if almost to kiss him, all the while singing, but pulled back from him with a smile at the last minute. The shapeshifter twirled back to where she had been playing and once again lifted the violin to her chin as she finished the song. Taking a deep breath she began to sing along with her violin, this time in English and surprisingly enough, even to herself, an American tune. Although she loved the complex fiddle part of the piece and how she could change how the words sounded when she sang it. For the most part it was the same but at the same time she changed it ever so slightly to make it flow more than it sounded choppy. Of course the song just happened to be about a devil and a certain state known for their peaches. (Devil Went Down to Georgia)
When that tune’s rapid fire violin part was finished she paused, scanning the crowd with her eyes, before closing her eyes and returning once more to songs of her past, those she had grown up with. As she played a fiddle tune she danced to all of the time among the Roma she let her body sway and then move freely to the music. Finally her eyes opened as she continued…
[/color][/center] MUSE;; pretty good
WORD COUNT;; 1315
NOTES;; I hope if makes sense and doesn’t suck :/
OUTFIT;; here
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Post by anubis bakari khaldun rameses on Dec 16, 2012 19:56:37 GMT -8
•• Ah good old Egypt. His home. The land he had grown up in. He hadn’t been back in quite some time because of all the bad memories he had of this place but recently he had been hearing a siren call in his heart to return. And after arriving, Anubis Rameses, the son of the very first pharaoh of Egypt and the inspiration for the Egyptian god Anubis, found that he had missed this country more than he had originally thought. It was like he was young again as he ran about the large city of Cairo like some kind of lunatic, checking on places that had existed when he had been here last, talking to people about their great-great-great-grandparents if they reminded him of someone he had known. Everyone thought he was nuts as he crooned over the deliciousness of the Koshary El Tahrir, an Egyptian speciality made of layers of rice cooked with noodles, pasta, dryish cooked legumes, and tomato sauce. It was like a flavor bomb in his mouth and he couldn’t help it as his mind was filled with memories of his youth. Oh Egypt, my love, why did I ever leave!?
•• This was very odd behavior on his part as usually he was much more calm and sophisticated, giving off more of a bad-boy-gonna-corrupt-your-daughter type of look with the charming grin of a trickster-devil than a lunatic straight out of an insane asylum. Perhaps it was the vitamin levels rising in response to the sun in his brains that was hyperactively producing the happy chemical known as seratonin. Or perhaps it was just ecstatic glee to see all of these things of his youth. Whatever the case, Anubis should have known better than allow himself to be absorbed by the happiness and excitement that absorbed him that made him feel like a child again... For the higher your emotions got, the farther they had to fall.
•• So Anu was just walking down the street, hands in the pockets of his slightly worn, comfy jeans which hung on his hips. He wore a white button-up shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing the upper, central portion of his chest. His hair looked tussled, as if someone had just run their fingers through it and tussled it up. Green eyes gazed out of a rather handsome face, happy at the moment, but there remained this hint of a haunted soul, of things seen past that one did not want to know about. His pupils, as per his canine genetics, were larger in comparison to the humans around him. He was an order four deity, much more powerful than anyone else here. It amused him sometimes how superior he felt towards the puny little weak humans as he had once been one of them and with the meteor shower of 2012, they were gaining powers left and right. But it would take them millennia to catch up to him. Very little count account for sheer years of experience when it came to skill.
•• By this time, Anubis had calmed down a little, his step light but no longer bouncing with uncontrolled energy. He still found his expression lighting up at little mementos of his past but he was no longer rushing around at inhuman speeds, excitedly chatting in fluent arabic to the shopkeepers about the history of the artifacts or food they were selling. He was just walking around, admiring the warm sun from the sky as it warmed his bronzed skin when the sound of a fiddle came to him from far away. He instantly partial shifted, the human ears on the sides of his head morphing into large black jackal ears. These ears twitched in the direction of the sound, intrigued as he neared the sound and recognized some of the things the player played. A lovely voice accompanied the playing, definitely feminine, and Anu found himself drawn to the sound like a sailor to a siren’s call, unaware of the doom that awaited him at the source of the sound, that he was about to feel the air get knocked out of him and feel as if he had been dashed against the sheer cliffs of rock of the shore.
•• Completely unaware of any of this, Anubis headed toward the sound, his jackal ears morphing back into human ones as the noise became clearer and more distinct, no longer needing the even more enhanced sense of hearing his jackal ears offered. He soon came upon a rather large crowd that had gathered in a circle around the performer. Frustrated that he couldn’t see what was going on, Anubis leapt up onto a nearby roof top, enticing startled murmurs from the few humans that had been near him, but he paid them no mind. As he straightened on the roof top, his green gaze moved to the source of the beautiful sounds... and almost forgot to breathe. The green eyes in his head widened in shock as he stared, mesmerized and horrified, at the beautiful young woman that danced and played and sang. The blood drained from his face. He blinked. Rubbed at his eyes. But she still remained the same. But... No... It can’t be her... She... I saw her die! I stayed with her until her last breath!
•• Before him, dancing as if she hadn’t a care in the world, living and breathing, blood rushing through her veins, was his beloved Bastet, the love of his life... the woman who had died in his arms during battle... Put her in different clothing, and the two were absolute copies of one another. It was... Impossible... I must be seeing things. And yet, even if this was just a trick his mind was playing on him, he could not tear his eyes off of her. Hopping down from the roof, he shoved his way through the crowd, ignoring the grunts and complaints of the people as he elbows his way past them. He needed to see her up close. He needed to know... He got to the front of the crowd and simply could not stop staring at the lovely woman. She was the spitting image of Bastet... But... she wasn’t exactly the same. She had a tiger tattoo on her back as well as a tattoo of a falcon on her upper left arm... Despite these things, Anubis could not tear his gaze from the beautiful woman... It was almost an obsession to him at that moment. He needed to see her eyes... To see if she had the golden-ringed pupil that Bastet had had. Surely she wouldn’t... He had never seen anyone with eyes like hers. If they were different, he could brush this off as a fluke, just a woman who carried an odd resemblance with Bastet. He just needed to see her eyes.
•• As the lovely woman’s song came to an end, she opened her eyes... and gazing directly at him. It could not have been more perfectly staged. She stopped right in front of him, a mere two feet or so, and opened her eyes. Those eyes. Oh those eyes. Anubis stood frozen, staring into those beautiful eyes for a moment before someone nudged into him from behind. The trance was broken and with a sudden fear he did not understand, Anubis turned away and leapt onto a nearby wall, ran along it, and then vanished into the crowd, running as fast as he could, much faster than any human eye could track. He had to get away from that... that... woman! Anger was rising in him now. Fear and anger and confusion. It must have been a trick of the light. But if it hadn’t been... did that mean Bastet was alive? Had she been alive all these years and had let him believe she was dead? No... she wouldn’t have done that... His Bastet was dead... But then... who had that woman been? But it was too late to go back now. He had raced at least two miles away and was now out in the abandoned desert sands of Egypt.
•• Tipping his head back, Anubis let out a crooning howl of despair and sadness as all the pain and memories of why he had left came rushing back. A responding howl responded and five jackals came racing over the sands toward him. Anubis morphed into his black jackal form, jet black compared to the sandy coloring of his companions. He rushed across the sands to meet them... He had to forget about that woman... It had been millennia... He had to come to terms with the fact that he was never going to get her back.
TAGS;; nyx with anya.
MUSE;; awesome.
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle.
WORD COUNT;; enough.
ATTIRE;; described.
NOTES;; --
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Post by anasztazia freyja macnamara on Dec 17, 2012 17:49:32 GMT -8
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Waking up that morning, Anya realized she wasn’t entirely sure where she was, it was definitely not her own hotel room but it wasn’t even a hotel room or she thought it wasn’t. As she looked around she saw several people lying around the room as well with trash littered everywhere. Well it seemed that it was indeed a hotel room, probably a larger suite of some sort. Searching around she finally found her phone laying several feet away and snuck out of the place where she had ended up partying the night before. Nothing more than that came to mind as she tried to remember anything else. She probably had met some people while she was out and been invited back to the party and ended up passing out there. She had then returned to her own hotel room and changed clothing before heading back out once again.
Later that day she breathed in deeply, loving the crisp air. She smiled and opened her eyes to find herself staring directly at a giant monument, the Sphinx. She had been here several days ago at the beginning of her trip and had known instantly she wanted to return at least once more before she left. Anasztázia had stayed in Egypt longer than she had originally expected but it was all with her idea of going with the flow, and staying somewhere until she felt it was time to go again. Staring at the Sphinx, she sighed softly. For some odd reasons he not only loved the monument but felt somehow connected to it. It was probably the mixed elements of human and lion features since she herself was a lion shapeshifter. Either way she was amazed that it had lasted this long with everything else that came and went in the world nowadays.
It was a lovely day out once again and she had thrown on a light white dress along with golden sandals and bracelet as well as a hard pink heart shaped clutch purse that hung over her shoulder. Ana had caught a ride out to the area and had been there for a little while, enjoying her afternoon. She had traveled just about everywhere in the city of Cairo over the previous days and her trip was seeming to finally wind down as of now. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t have a violin case slung across her shoulder today, while she loved it she didn’t need it every day and for seeing the Sphinx she had left it behind. However as she stood there staring at the structure she slowly began to hum before softly singing a lilting melody in Hungarian to herself. The other tourists nearby were far enough away she wasn’t causing a spectacle and it calmed her even further than she already was.
As she sang softly Ana had thoughts of her family run through her mind. Her mother’s side of the family she loved and many of them lived at least a semi-nomadic lifestyle like she did, however she traveled most of the time. They had taught her so much growing up, including enjoying all that life had to offer. Additionally they had made her who she was. However on the other hand her father’s family treated her like a piece of crap because while her father had been a noble Ana’s mother was from the Roma heritage. Her cousins had teased and hit her several times during their childhood, causing her to make them hate her more when she lashed out with words and fists. Even the adults were horrible to her, trashing her and her mother directly in front of her and ignoring her all of the time as well. Maybe that was one of the reasons she traveled so much, to prove that there were plenty of good things in the world and no one could find her if she didn’t want them to usually. Sighing she finished singing the soft song and once again stared at the Sphinx in idle fascination.
[/color][/center] MUSE;; pretty good
WORD COUNT;; 671
NOTES;;
OUTFIT;; here
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