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Aninoe
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06-20-2007, 11:00 PM
So, this story is about a group of four teens who are bounty hunters. The two characters who will be focused on the most though are Dantin and Aninoe, the only ones in the group who are related.
Dantin and I used our names for these characters, but that is only because we were inspired to do this story by our Menewsha avis, mainly the hair of my avi. Dantin asked me, "Just what the heck is Aninoe hiding under all that hair?" And a story was born. XD
Though the names are the same and so are the appearances, the chars are completely different from us. So, read and review please. :D
I'll be posting all of the story, and Dantin will reply to any of your questions/comments, to keep things from getting confusing. :D Also, just for clarification, Dantin is Dangerous Tinfoil Shoes. :D
EDIT: Story chapters will be in pink, funfacts will be in blue, and regular posts by me will be in green.
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Aninoe
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06-20-2007, 11:01 PM
CHAPTER 1
Aninoe lay on the ground, feeling light and airy. There wasn't much to trouble him...he was dying, yes, but there wasn't any pain at all. He couldn't feel his legs, at first, and then his hands disconnected from his brain, and then he lost all sense of touch and just relaxed into the idea of painless death. He wished he could feel his fingers, at least, to touch his face and feel the scars there. To touch the places where his eyes had been, long empty sockets. But he was fine with not feeling; it was only a dull wish, and quickly fleeting.
"Aninoe?! Aninoe!!" That was from the right, and suddenly he had feeling in his fingers again. "Noe!! Where are you?!" She was so distressed. Aninoe touched a scar under his right socket, a start shaped mark from long ago, when Tahamet still listened to Aninoe. "Noe!!!!" It was a shriek now, and suddenly the pain was back and so was all feeling and gone was his calm acceptance of death; only his sister could make him fight death and strive for pain. "Please answer me..." She was closer, and he could hear the despair and distress in her voice.
"Dantin." It was a croak so weak he was shocked she had heard, but with the goddess's gift he could see her as she came into the clearing, fighting her way free of thorn bushes and clinging branches. She stopped short upon seeing him, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide. "Dantin, don't cry." A whisper was all he was left with. "Don't cry." Dantin came to his side and sat by him, smoothing his hair away from his face.
"Noe...Aninoe..." Dantin touched his face, tracing one long scar in particular. "I know what to do, Noe. I'm not afraid." She smiled a beaming smile, and suddenly Aninoe was afraid.
"Anti..." he tried as she pulled her dagger from its sheathe, "Anti, don't do that." His whisper was dwindling. Dagger in one hand, Dantin smoothed his hair with the other.
"I'm not afraid, Brother. I'm not always afraid," she said as she brought the dagger up to her eye. She was going to cut it out and offer it to Lirame, and Aninoe had enough experience there to wish he had died before Dantin found him.
"Anti, don't. Lady, stop her!" He used his last bit of strength in his plea, and he faded into a gray haze.
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06-20-2007, 11:01 PM
Dantin steeled herself for the pain, and brought the dagger in to cut. There was a flash of bright white light and her fingers flew open, her dagger flying into the hands of a beautiful woman clad in long white veils.
"Dantin Aurus... a nice gesture, dear, but not very well executed," the woman said, and Dantin's insides buzzed maddeningly, as if her blood had been replaced with flies. "You would have ruined the offering that way, and lost two eyes instead of one when I came to collect." The woman shook her head and beckoned, extending one perfect, creamy arm and long, thin fingers. Her nails were the color of milk, Dantin thought as she stood, realizing this woman must be Lirame. Dantin and Lirame stood each on one side of Aninoe, facing each other, and Dantin shuddered.
"I wish to give an offering of my left eye, Lady, and ask a boon in return," Dantin said, and Lirame smiled; her teeth were silver.
"You'll save dear Aninoe's life with only one eye? You should remember, child, that he gave both of his to save you years ago." Dantin unconsciously rubbed the side of her leg through her skirt, just where a scar circled it.
"I would offer both my eyes, Lady, but my right eye is flawed."
"Flawed?" the goddess was intrigued.
"I was in an accident when I was very young; my eye was pierced with a steel needle but was saved by a healing woman. My sight in that eye is not as good, and I did not wish to offend you with a flawed offering."
"Then it will be so," Lirame said with a feral flash of teeth. "Keep your flawed eye, Dantin Aurus. But to repay me for it...you will do a task for me. Not today; when I need you I will come." Lirame gave another silver smile and then slashed out with Dantin's dagger.
There was white-hot pain and Dantin went blind for a moment from the shock. She almost fell down in a faint, but managed to stay conscious. Her remaining eye swiveled to see Lirame balancing her eye on the blade of her dagger. As Dantin watched, Lirame opened her mouth and her tongue, red as blood, snaked out and pulled Dantin's eye into her mouth; Dantin did faint then.
When she came to moments later, Lirame stood waiting. Dantin staggered to her feet and faced the beautiful and monstrous goddess Lirame. Lirame's long, perfect fingers reached out and trailed along Dantin's face down to her chin, which was seized and used to tip her face upwards. The goddess leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on Dantin's lips, and instantly all pain was gone. Dantin knew her socket was healed and would forever remain empty.
"I grant your boon, Dantin Aurus. Do not forget I will return to collect a task." With another feral grin, the goddess Lirame was gone.
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Aninoe
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06-20-2007, 11:02 PM
Dantin watched as Aninoe's breathing smoothed out, no longer harsh and painful. The deep wound that had marred his abdomen closed, and only a thin scar and the blood on and around him remained to tell of the injury. Dantin sighed and leaned forward, taking his staff off the ground and polishing the dirt from the many crystal orbs with her shirt, before putting it into the sling on her back where her own staff was.
Kneeling, she pulled Aninoe up over he shoulder and struggled into a standing position; they were roughly the same height and weight, so it was not as difficult for her as it would have been if it were Restor or Markey. She staggered and then regained her footing, straightening, and Dantin began to carry him home. It wasn't long before she was panting and struggling, and for once when she heard Restor's angry voice calling her, she was pleased.
"We're over here!" Dantin called, bending and lowering Aninoe to the ground again. She sighed and sat beside him, readying herself; the boys weren't going to be happy.
"Dantin?" That was Markey, closer now. She closed her eye and took a deep breath.
"Over here, Markey." Dantin could hear the branches and twigs snap as the boys came closer, and then they were there, exclaiming over Aninoe.
"He's ok, boys, it's all healed. I just haven't had a chance to clean him up." This effectively drew the attention to her, and suddenly Restor was in front of her, holding her face still and examining her eye.
"Dammit, Anti, you don't think, do you?" Restor said angrily, and she sighed, rolling her eye.
"He was dying, Rest. Even if you had found him before I did, there was nothing else we could have done. It was beyond mortal means to fix."
"You didn't have to go calling her. You could have called Tahamet, he loved your brother. Or Laconin or Laescin. Laescin probably would have done it just for a kiss and an offering of flowers on the next Burning Day.
"Even Fraelan or Worsten is better than her," Markey said, bending and easily lifting Aninoe.
"Alright, get off my back. So I picked the wrong goddess, at least Noe is alive. It doesn't matter if I lost an eye." Restor sighed and held her face, then shook his head and walked away, arms crossed.
"Noe won't be happy when he wakes up. Let's get the both of you home and cleaned up."
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06-21-2007, 01:01 AM
Fun facts about the CttG realm:
Lets start with the gods! :D So, just in the first chapter we’ve already seen the names of lots of gods that we know nothing about! So lets get to know the gods we heard about. :D
Tahamet-He is the hunter god. He likes offerings of salt, feathers, and woodcrafts (like a panpipe or a whittled bear figurine), especially when made personally by the person asking a boon or blessing. He is generally easygoing and laidback, giving much to his favored followers. However, angering him once can earn you a permanent ignore from him XD.
Lirame-She is the goddess of the moon. She is known for her furious anger and fluctuating temperament. The most common things offered to her are lilies, lambs, and human eyes depending on the boon being asked of her. Never call upon her for a favor without an offering at hand, or you will end painfully.
Laconin-Laconin is the god of children. He is a protector and is often called on when a child is sick or in danger. Once a person reaches adulthood they generally fall out of his protection, but some are still favored, like the young at heart and those who are excessively kind to children. Offerings include candies, necklaces, and art, three things he is very fond of.
Laescin-Laescin is a rascally lad; he’s the god of love and passion. Offerings are usually kisses and lover’s tokens, and his holiday is celebrated with bonfires and dancing. He’s a very kind god, though he can be tricky and is a flirt. Once a favored follower, always a favored follower, and you’ll often get surprise visits and unexpected gifts from him.
Fraelan-Fraelan is the goddess of wisdom; she is not a very kind goddess, but forgives easily. She likes books that have just been written, jokes and songs, and secrets are her favorite offering. She is not often seen by mortals, preferring to stay in her palace and observe.
Worsten-He’s the god of combat and vengeance. Gifts of weapons, armor, and scarring oneself are common. Worsten is a pretty cool guy if you can gain his respect, though he despises the weak and those who run from combat. He often gives great warriors gifts, and if he finds your cause for combat to be worthy he may help you in gaining victory.
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06-23-2007, 03:02 AM
A prologue should be up soon, as well as some more chapters. :D Hope you guys will let us know what you think. We really do need some feedback. :D
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