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Post by isis noche on Jul 17, 2011 22:05:07 GMT -8
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Her pawsteps were quiet as she padded out into the open. Isis swept her tail around. "Clear, please." She murmured, waiting patiently as the surrounding cats stepped away to give her more room. Her emerald eyes closed for a moment, and she whispered a few words to herself. Lifting her muzzle, her bright gaze flashed open and she leaped forward. As her forepaws brushed the smooth ground, she swung her haunches around her, bringing her hind paws beneath her to push upward and back. She twisted in midair, landing neatly on her forepaws and balancing there for a moment, hindquarters stretched straight upward. Isis was singing all the while, her words heard only by herself. Today was a quiet day for her. She was focused, but carefree. Moving smoothly as she wished. Her striped pelt rippled over lithe muscles as she lowered her haunches back to the ground.
The russet tigress threw her weight upward, standing for a minute on her hind legs, and stretching her claws out as she let out a magnificent roar. Now it was time to speed things up. She quickly returned to all four paws, diving forward and twisting to do a somersault, pressing upward with her muscles and leaping straight up, forepaws stretched out and around, claws glinting in the air. As soon as her front paws hit the ground, she was spinning around, flipping off in the other direction. She was a russet and black blur now, moving very quickly and fluently. Those watching could get dizzy. Just as she was darting forward once more, someone stuck out their paw and tripped her. Her muzzle skidded against the earth, and her paws slid underneath her as she fell, quite ungracefully, to the ground.
In a split second, she was back on her feet. Her eyes narrowed as she singled out the one that had tripped her. The gathered cats had already gotten to the offender. They'd surrounded him, and were shouting and cursing at him. Rolling her eyes, Isis slipped off. She padded a few lengths away, fixing her scuffed muzzle and lapping all of the dirt from her pelt. She growled to herself, plucking a few pebbles from within her chest fur. Movement nearby caught her eye, and her ears popped up, quickly followed by her gaze. Her eyes immediately lowered to the ground once more. Royalty stood before her- Damask, if she was remembering his name correctly.
"My apologies, sir, for the performance. I don't normally fall." She murmured quietly, looking at her paws and shuffling them. She never liked talking to anybody, let alone royalty. She was always worried she'd screw up and say something stupid and make the royal family think that she was just another dancing idiot.
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Post by damask arei on Jul 18, 2011 13:41:10 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Damask Arei  the sea moves like silk but I only hear the crash The Words: 745 The Tags: Isis The Notes Hathor is the loner he fell in love with btw
A day so bright like this, with crystal skies and silk clouds and birds that warble as they please, should not be spent at another long court session. Not another day of watching the pitiful slum cats throw themselves at his parents' paws, pleading their voices out. Not another day of listening to the high cackles and chuffs of the prim nobles in the courtyard. Thus, as soon as the courtiers had announced that the King and Queen would be receiving people, Damask had fled the palace.
Now, he walks the cool paths that interlock within the Elke Circle, having dodged the determined merchants insisting he buy their wares back at the Central Bazaar. It is silent here, and he welcomes the silence with a simple smile grazing his face. Pale sunlight trickling through the thick vegetation dapples his already rosette-topped pelt, weaving in whiter spots along with the blood-dark ones. His thick fur rustles as he silently glides through the woods, darting between the trees. He is slow, but his endurance is great; he could walk ten-thousand miles if he wished and wouldn't collapse. Though his heart couldn't walk ten-thousand miles to see whoever his future wife would be without falling apart.
The beating of tree-drums and the slap of branch against earth greets him as he enters the Circle's market. All around him is motion and voice, tigers and jaguars and other felines weaving amongst each other, singing their souls raw and hurling themselves in and out of the fray. The ground vibrates with a pulse, and Damask knows that if he knelt and pressed an ear to the dirt he would hear its heartbeat echo with the chants of the dancers. He nods as he walks through, looking with a detached expression at the performers here. Some of them are quite good, and a few even better than the entertainers back at the court. But unlike his sisters who might rush over to invite them to the palace, he does not do anything about it.
Then he notices a crowd surrounding a particularly enchanting tigress. Even the ever-distant duke must stop to appraise her slender physique and careful beauty as she twists in an open clearing. He pauses to watch as she somersaults about, her clear voice rising and her eyes flashing in a hue as bright as the forest leaves. She appears to reach the climax of her solo, the point where the crowd must take a collective breath, when a single cat twitches and suddenly the beautiful tiger is down. The snow leopard abandons his usual languid gait and briskly hurries to the dancer's side.
Once he reaches her, the dancer has already risen on her paws and is glaring at the culprit. Damask turns to stare at him as well, wondering if such a lowly thing merited an audience with the King and Queen on charges of attempted murder. This dancer was just that good that would make him want to protect her like this. He looks back at the somewhat shaken tiger, his eyes betraying none of his concern. He simply watches as she brushes off the debris that had attached itself to her blood-roan fur during her fall. For a time, she seems not to notice. Then when he is about to leave, she looks up and at him. Her emerald eyes briefly stare into his before they are lowered to the ground. Damask's tail twitches with annoyance. He wishes that people would stop treating him like something to be feared, or some freak too mangled to look at.
"My apologies, sir, for the performance. I don't normally fall."
A world of replies surfaces to his mind. 'I know. You are such an incredible dancer, the Arei family would fall before you did.' Or: 'Do not apologize to me, apologize to the cur who tripped you because he will be sentenced to exile I promise you.' But all he could manage to mumble was, "I see." Then, angry that he is so tongue-tied, he continues gruffly, "Do you require a healer? I am sure someone in this crowd is one and is willing to helpsuchalovelydancerasyou."
Heat rises in his fur, despite the cool temperature of the forest. The image of the golden Hathor appears in his mind, blending with this darker-furred tigress, shifting in and out of focus. He shakes his muzzle. Unaware that he just asked a question, he inquires, "What is your name, dancer?"
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Post by isis noche on Jul 18, 2011 19:48:01 GMT -8
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The beautiful, slender tigress shifted her lightly colored paws silently, her midnight ears slipping back as she quietly apologized to the royal Snow Leopard. She was expecting rebuke for it, and was startled when he spoke a simple two words. "I see." Her pale muzzle rose, ears slowly flicking upward as she lifted her gaze to meet his. "Do you require a healer? I am sure someone in this crowd is one and is willing to helpsuchalovelydancerasyou." Her tailtip twitched slightly in the dust, and she stood, stretching each paw out carefully. "No, I don't need a healer. Thank you, though." She mewed softly. She was quiet for a short moment as his last words- or rather, words mushed together into one large word- sank in. She caught her breath in excitement, hardly believing what she'd heard. A soft look of awe crossed her expression.
"A... lovely dancer? You liked my performance? Thank you, Damask. I'm glad to have pleased you. It's not often that my audience includes one of the Royal Family." Isis smiled, her emerald eyes glittering brightly in the sun. Her russet pelt shimmered lightly as she moved to sit more comfortably. She was actually talking to someone for once! She couldn't believe that fact, let alone that she was actually speaking with one of the Royal family! And Damask... The dark markings were prominent in his sleek, pale pelt. He was certainly very handsome, and he was kind enough to approach her when she'd fallen. She didn't normally enjoy talking with others, and she never went out of her way to speak with someone. If she were to exchange words with anybody, they normally had to begin.
She wondered why he'd approached in the first place. Isis had seen him around before, and had always admired the way he carried himself, but she'd never once seen him address another dancer, or even pause to watch them! The very thought that he might have stopped to observe her spectacle made her want to start singing and dancing again. She was so lost in her thoughts that she nearly missed his next question. His inquiring words met her ears, and she lifted her beautiful jade gaze to meet his own.
"My name is Isis Noche. My family's name may not be familiar. My parents were... rather poor. I am the last living Noche." She mewed thoughtlessly. The words had slipped from her tongue without warning. She'd only planned on giving her name, but the simple facts seemed to slide in perfectly. She was not looking for pity. The last Noche seemed an honor, almost. She prided in raising her family's name to the heights of a gifted dancer. Each step that her clever paws took was one more stride closer to the top. She was accomplished; her shows continuously drew large masses. She hadn't had a stumble in years. Today, in fact, was the only time she'd tripped since... well, since her first year of dancing. She'd had a couple of minor trips when she'd first been learning, but recently, her presentations had become even more enchanting. She was incorporating so many more new traits, and the quality of her work was rising. Word of the talented tigress had been getting round, and she'd been gathering more spectators.
Even for the amount of those that gathered 'round to watch her dancing, she'd never been praised for it. She didn't mind, though. The less personal praise, the less she had to talk with anybody. She didn't mind speaking, honestly, but she rarely knew what to say. The very fact that she could hold a competent conversation with Damask Arei had her awestruck. Damask Arei! A corner of her mind wondered absently if she were dreaming...
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Post by damask arei on Jul 20, 2011 20:35:35 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Damask Arei the sea moves like silk but I only hear the crash The Words: 627 The Tags: Isis The Notes Now he offers!
He watches carefully as the tigress shifts somewhat uncomfortably. She seems quite breathless at the fact that he is within the gathering audience. She avoids his gaze at first, appearing to be preoccupied with her fans in the audience, or perhaps stalling. Finally when she boldly tilts her fine muzzle up to make eye contact, he is the somewhat breathless one. Her dark-mint eyes were piercing from afar and now that he is mere paws away from her, their pure green seems to captivate him. He blinks and shifts his gaze elsewhere.
"No, I don't need a healer. Thank you, though."
Damask nods assent. He figures that with experience like hers, she must have countered her achievements with a few falls and injuries, perhaps even a scattering of nearly fatal instances. But seeing as she has survived those moments, and still appears as glamorous as her early youth has allowed, she just must be primarily concerned with the fact that someone was out to mess with her professional performance. "I presumed that might be the case," he murmurs thoughtfully.
"A… lovely dancer? You liked my performance? Thank you, Damask. I'm glad to have pleased you. It's not often that my audience includes one of the Royal Family."
The snow leopard gives a strained smile. Ah, so this feisty little dancer had caught his quick words. Impressive. Most of the court would gasp at his constant mumblings. He also refrains from correcting her informal usage of his name. He much prefers she refer to him by his first name than a title he has no respect nor want for. "The royal family is… currently occupied elsewhere it seems. They do not typically attend the entertainment performed at a less 'professional' bazaar such as this. It seems you have proved me wrong."
The dancer exhibits many different emotions: excitement, confusion, uncomfortableness, amazement… A wry smile passes over his lips as he wonders just why his very presence does this to anyone in his vicinity. Noticing her admiring his coat decorated with the distinctive ink-blotch rosette pattern signifying a member of royalty (and is probably the Arei family insignia), he grins and inches closer to her other side, assuring that his motions display his fur rippling smoothly over his muscles. He does not flirt often like this, teasingly, but for some reason the raw passion of her dance inspires him to connect more with his subjects. But he is not really in love with her, but with her dance.
"My name is Isis Noche. My family's name may not be familiar. My parents were… rather poor. I am the last living Noche."
"Isis," he repeats. A sweet name for a sweet girl, he thinks. So unlike the pompous, confidence-assured females of the court, who sidle up to him speaking meaningless nothings in a slurred tone and making unmeant professions of love. "The last of your family? Such a pity, you could make the Noche lineage much worthier with the talent you possess. Perhaps if you bore a son, without establishing the proper marital procedures, unto which you could transfer your surname and extend the line?"
Damask lets his mind wander a while, as he is unused to speaking so much and wishes to take a break. He allows a pause to seep in, while he shifts into a more comfortable position, and suggests,"Your dancing is fine, Isis Noche. I am… impressed. I am sure the royal family will believe likewise. Grace – excuse me – Princess Grace is to have her marriage to Prince Zerissen in a few years. I offer you a chance to perform at the ceremony. I know this is quite in advance, however Her Majesty Queen Vitani does like to be well prepared. Do you… accept our offer?"
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Post by isis noche on Jul 27, 2011 19:12:33 GMT -8
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Isis let her tail tip twitch slightly as Damask caught her eye and looked away, letting his gaze wander. She blinked, pondering this for a moment. He clearly wasn't ashamed to be talking to her, as he'd praised her dancing. Her ebony ears twitched, and she took in a deep breath, letting the cool air flow into her lungs and relax her. She could feel the tension leaving her muscles as she focused on simply the fact that she was talking to someone. It didn't matter if it were Damask Arei- he seemed less... oppressive. Less intimidating. More like just a normal feline like everybody else- he had that royal aura about him, but he didn't seem to push it upon everyone else.
The beautiful russet tigress lifted her muzzle as the royal snow leopard gave a light smile before speaking. "The royal family is… currently occupied elsewhere it seems. They do not typically attend the entertainment performed at a less 'professional' bazaar such as this. It seems you have proved me wrong."
Her breath caught in her throat and her curved ears flattened back as she let out a small smile. "And I thought that the entire royal family would spurn the entertainment outside of their own. It appears that both of us have earned a small surprise today." Her whiskers twitched as her clear emerald gaze flickered around. A small moment had passed, and suddenly the sleek snow leopard was grinning, slipping smoothly closer to her side. Isis's jaw dropped slightly, and she fought the startled urge to take a step back and think about what was happening. She shifted her own weight, letting her paws carry herself into a more at ease position, smiling as her tail flicked around her paws.
She admired the strength and beauty of Damask, but it ended there. Isis was honored to be able to speak with him, but she held no other emotion then admiration for him. It wasn't him, really. In any other circumstance, she'd have been falling head over heels in love with such an enchanting feline. Rather, though, this was Isis; she did not love anyone. Not since her family had been killed. Her gentle gaze lifted to meet his again, listening intently as he spoke again.
"The last of your family? Such a pity, you could make the Noche lineage much worthier with the talent you possess. Perhaps if you bore a son, without establishing the proper marital procedures, unto which you could transfer your surname and extend the line?"
Isis blinked in amazement at the compliment, and also at the statement itself. Damask Arei is flirting with me! She felt like screaming like a crazed fangirl and dancing around in circles. The thought flickered through her mind in a heartbeat, however, and suddenly she was back to the original old Isis. "Thank you for the compliment on my talent. And I probably will end up doing something like that..." She paused, letting a rare true smile enter her expression as she gazed at him calmly. "But it would have to be with another tiger, as I wish the bloodline to stay intact and pure. It would have to go untainted by any... riffraff." The smile was still there.
She had courage, that was sure. Isis guessed that most of the females the snow leopard encountered would have thrown themselves at his paws and begged to bear his kittens if he'd told them something like that. "I have my pride, you know." She purred, flicking her tail.
"Your dancing is fine, Isis Noche. I am… impressed. I am sure the royal family will believe likewise. Grace – excuse me – Princess Grace is to have her marriage to Prince Zerissen in a few years. I offer you a chance to perform at the ceremony. I know this is quite in advance, however Her Majesty Queen Vitani does like to be well prepared. Do you… accept our offer?"
Immediately, the young tigress's eyes flashed wide open as she stared at Damask in shock. "R-really? I'd love to! I mean, I'd be honored to be allowed to dance at the royal wedding. It would be a true honor to be permitted to do such a feat. I accept! Thank you!" She was almost at a loss for words, as shocked as she was. She'd never thought that she could get this far with her dancing- maybe they'd like her so much that they'd allow her to become one of the royal entertainers! Oh, but it was so much to hope for!
Muse: Great!
Other: Isis is about to explode with amazement. ^^
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