It Won't Be Much Longer... (Private)

[Wulfi]

[This roleplay is reserved for myself and Simple Tactician.]

She peered off the edge of dock, the gentile waves lapping and hushing against the wood of the legs and planks. It was all fairly quiet, as all the ships were at home, today, and her ship had yet to arrive.

Standing there, toes just at the edge, the tall young woman looked down, her brown eyes somewhat worried, but not so much as they were distant. She couldn't have been older than twenty-five, yet she was definitely not a teenager. Her hair was a light shade of purple, yet not so light as to be lavender. Some may have called it medium purple, if anything. It fell to just the midst of her torso, not more, not less.

The sun was setting, but that was not what she was here to see. She was here to see her ship come in, and finally, maybe, she could start over, and be happy again.

Danica looked up until her weary cinnamon eyes found the golden horizon. Only one star was out, but perhaps it was not a star at all, but some other celestial object. A salty breeze drifted by and caressed her silken hair. The three off-white star-shaped clips on the left side of her head, each a different size, glimmered in the wake of the retreating sun, as did her breastplate, the guards on her arms and legs, and the tall halberd she held dutifully at her side.

It wouldn't be much longer, she told herself. Her ship was soon to dock... Surely it was.

[Admin]

This used to be my favorite place... It's dreadful that the person that I was cannot be here to enjoy this.

A young man, perhaps in his early 20s, stepped onto the dock. The planks creaked below his feet, making tiny squeaks, as if he were stepping on the tails of mice. The sunset reflecting onto the man made his onyx-black hair and stone-gray cloak seem to glow.

Kujira looked down the dock to the woman standing there. She seemed to be anticipating something, like doomsday. Although her back was turned, she looked empowered somehow.

"Waiting for something?" he called out to her, not entirely certain why, or if she'd respond.

[Wulfi]

At the sound of approaching footsteps she turned her head, now standing straight, though if the posture was out of alertness or custom one might be unsure. She waited for him to speak, and upon his inquiry, turned to face him completely.

"Perhaps," she replied simply. Though her stance was full of pride and hidden strength, her eyes held something more like detachment, even a tinge of mourning. "It might even be the same thing you're here for. Who knows?" Her tone wasn't sarcastic, as it might have been years prior, but was more aloof, somehow more distant than seemed usual for her.

Not that it mattered, really. She'd never seen this man in her life.

[Admin]

She looks like the dusk... Beautiful...

"They say that this water is cursed, you know." Kujira blurted awkwardly, unsure of why he is telling this tale.

"Supposedly, a witch was exorcised in these waters, and her body was tied under this dock to curse the plagues of oysters. I don't believe in it much, myself..."

Kujira paused again, staring at her. Somehow, her presence captivated him from further speaking.

[Wulfi]

The sun setting behind her made for a somber outline on her silhouette, the skies darkening bit by bit, ever so slightly as time went on. A salty breeze came off the water, pushing her thick hair away from her back for a few moments before it subsided, running through the both of them, a chilling, perhaps even foreboding occurrence.

Something didn't feel right. The way she just stared at him, that soft smile on her lips, her eyes warm yet far off, melancholic, even...

After the wind took its leave she closed her eyes, cutting their held gaze, and tilted her head slightly down.

"Cursed, you say..." she mused, that same gentile smile still dancing on her lips.

Danica let her eyes find his own once more.

"Do you believe in curses, good sir? At all?"