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 Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 9:32 am
Private RP between Aniira's Erasto and Tamiko_Kitten's Tatiana
 
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:35 am
One... Two... Three... So on... So forth...
Erasto's mind dwaddled as he counted the thigh bones of various animals that he had resting on hooks in his mud-thatched hut. He had plenty, more than a score he knew, and one very large one from an elk. But the day was warm, bright, and drowsy, and since this was his only form of entertainment, he was absolutely bored.
He considered flipping through one of the old tomes he had and searching for some new concoction to make, but he had no reason to do so and for once didn't feel like messing with his "black magic" hobby. A rotting eye stared back at him from a crudely made shelf, and he blinked at it in defiance. So he wasn't the kind to friends... well, he didn't need friends. He'd just end up creeping them out anyway. But what else was there to do in a swamp?
He decided to go out, leaving his lamp behind because of the unusual amount of light filtering through the mangrove branches. Though it was rare that he'd find a victim in broad daylight, there was nothing else for him to do, and thus he ambled aimlessly out, hoping that something at least mildly interesting would present itself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:27 pm
The footsteps of the gypsy were soft, steps that meandered around the spongey underfooting with little direction. If Tatiana were to be quite honest with herself it would be safe to say she hadn't the faintest idea what she was doing here and why. From first appearance this was obviously no graveyard or burial grounds, no eternal resting place where she might find spirits of the long (or perhaps recently) deceased. And that was a little confusing. Not that she couldn't pass through other places of course but it seemed strange that her darlings would lead her here of all places. Generally they were only interested if they could find spirits or things of that nature and the rest of the time were content with her wanderings and occasional fortune telling. But they had insisted and so willingly she had obliged as their interests were thankfully similar.
She sighed, turning her head back to nose in her scarf and nudging back the fabric at her side to expose a large glass orb. Her crystal ball, so to speak. As it was daytime now the ball was predictably blank. Fairly clear at first appearance, though upon close inspection one might notice that the centre was strangely dark, and throughout the inside a swirling blue-white mist seemed to drift. Her darlings were asleep, they were far more active at night, and that was most often the time they rose in ghostly form out of their glass prison, dancing about, doing her bidding as together they summoned spirits. But her darlings were always still bound to the orb, bound to her as she was bound to them. Twisted, in a way, though it served all of them at least somewhat.
"Darlings," she whispered to them in a sing-song voice. A pulsing glow from the crystal answered her. "Wake up my children we have arrived. Yet it appears that..." Her voice trailed off from finishing the sentence as at that moment she first became aware of the footsteps.
Head rising in a delicate fashion she watched curiously as a stallion emerged into view. The presence of another would normally elicit no interest from her. Others were common, plain. They did not understand her and she cared far too little to bother with them. But the salmon and teal stallion that walked past her was interesting. If not only for the large, bird-like skull that adorned his head, and feather and baubles that decorated his body. Something about him told her he was not the standard soquili she had encountered in this land.
"Ahh, I spoke too soon," she murmered, but whether it was directed to herself, her ghosts or the strange stallion that appeared in the swamp was unclear. "There is indeed something here."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:21 am
Erasto had been walking for a short time, his head slightly drooped from the lazy heat beneath the leafy trees, when a new scent came to his sharpened nose. His head perked, his eyes rolled this way and that as they glanced out of the mask's eye holes, searching the dense underbrush for signs of this new intruder. However, he did not have to look far--it seemed as if a higher power had brought him on a straight path to perhaps the most interesting sight he had ever seen.
A short way in front of him, on the sparse path of dry ground that ran through random intervals of the swamp waters, stood a mare. Not like any other mare he had ever seen though--she looked as if she had had a Kalona tail, and what was this? Kirin blood also?! A delighted snort came from his nostrils. He had never seen the same mixing of blood that he possessed, especially in a female. This was indeed a grand sight!
Then he looked closer, and saw the strange markings on her hide, the slightly disheveled hair, the gypsy-like clothing, the... well, what was that? A ball? No, some kind of crystal, shaped in likeness of the full moon. Spherical, he believed it was called. It was slightly hidden beneath her covering, but he could see the distinctive shape of it. And... was there something in it?
How intriguing.
He had no want for formal introductions or procedures--he was a rather strange beast that lived in a dirty swamp. Therefore, he walked straight up to her, assessing her, and yet completely attracted to her odd appearance. A faint thought of killing her and stealing her strange possession crossed his mind, but he longed for whatever knowledge she could possess. She was safe from him, at least for now.
"A visitor..." he mumbled, his long tail swishing behind him as he circled her. "Never have I seen one such as you... why do you come here? What exactly... are you?" His voice was low and eager, he was so interested. Perhaps it was the reason for his bluntness.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:07 am
Her deep blue eyes watched curiously as the colourful stallion before her approached with a decided lack of formality or pretence and circled her with a curious gaze. She returned the stare with one of her own, observing him in more detail now that he was close and noticing he too seemed to possess the strange mix of blood that she did, though their traits were almost reversed as it were.
Tatiana's head moved slightly at his question, her contemplative gaze moving from his painted face and then down to her crystal where the faint shapes of her ghostly companions swirled beneath the thick glass. Why was she here...What should she respond to such an inquiry? She could lie, often did when it was easier and she did not wish to dwell and speak with a boring stranger. She could tell the truth, though most thought her insane when she said so. Still when had the opinions of other mattered to her? And for whatever reason this stallion had a different....aura perhaps was the word, than others she had encountered. He was interesting to her and as such she deemed it fine for her to answer the truth. She would not mind a conversation with this one.
"I could not tell you why I have come here for the answer to that is not known to even myself. I follow the callings of my spirits wherever they may guide me, usually to places where others have found eternal rest, though occasionally to places that are simply interesting. They are generally the easiest places to find what I desire," she said with a brief nod the the crystal, spaded tail waving lightly as she watched for his interpretation.
"As to what I am I have been called many things. Romani, in my homeland. Gypsy, Fortune Teller, Seance." She shrugged. "Usually whatever others wish to see me as. To me, I suppose I see myself as one who simply finds most interest in things beyond the mortal realm."
She stretched her neck forward slightly to inspect some of his adornments better, watching them with a curious gaze. He seemed to be taking no reservations with her so she saw no reason to do so with him.
"So now that you know of me, I am curious to know...what are you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 12:30 pm
Erasto's gaze fell to the crystal once again, and he swore that he almost saw something move within. But it couldn't have been, could it? He had never seen such a thing, though the mentioning of it set his mind a quiver and he wanted to know more about the strange object... but he relented, listening to her words.
"Spirits?" he murmured, almost to himself. He had always thought himself some sort of black-magic doer, though he had never given thought to actual spirits and if they truly had anything to do with his potions and such. Of course, he had never truly heard whisperings from other-worldly beings, and did not think himself a shaman. Just a Medicine Man. As his recent Kalona visitor had named him.
He listened to her many different titles, and though his head seemed to swim from all the thinking, a realization dawned. She was not so unlike him... and she actually talked to spirits? It was the most interesting bit of information he'd received in a long, long time.
"Me?" He was brought back to the current by her beautiful voice, and he smiled under his mask. "I am a strange one, so I've heard. But many now know me as a 'medicine man'. I have much experience with herbs and plants and find joy in old texts that depict the arts of black magic. And this swamp... well, it's my ideal place of a home. And perfect for collecting victims." He smiled widely, thinking of some of the body parts back at his hut. Yes, he was strange, abnormal even. A a tad bit crazy. But he didn't feel the need to explain it to her. She'd see soon enough--he only hoped that it wouldn't scare her off.
"I've never seen one such as you--it's unusual to hear of others who dabble in the far from ordinary arts. But I'm intrigued--these spirits, are they always with you? Are they something I can see?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:21 pm
A Medicine man was he? Tatiana had to say, his reference to black magic intrigued her. Though her art practised with spirits and fortunes, black magic was something unfamiliar to her, though interesting. She could see how one such as him might be interested in that, his very mannerisms spoke of it, not to mention his many adornments. A stray smile crossed her face as she observed him and his decorations. She could tell he was a collector of many things, and when he threw in the mention of his victims she wasn't all too surprised. As long as he didn't plan to make her one of them she did not mind, she even found his offset smile amusing.
She gave a nod of her head at his words. "Indeed I myself am surprised as well. It is unusual to find one such as yourself, those like us are a rare breed." Though she did have to admit if there was anywhere she would have found another even similar to herself, this swamp wasn't such a bad place to look. It did after all house this medicine man. It seemed her spirits had been right again, as always. And speaking of her spirits...she glanced down to her crystal ball again as he asked about them, almost by instinct. Checking to make sure they were still there. They would be of course, for it was not as if they could go anywhere else, but still.
She considered his question, and the unspoken request for a moment. She had not shown what was housed in her crystal ball to many living beings. It was not that she was adverse to it, but many did not understand. And yet she should have realized of course this medicine man of the swamps was not like others, his voice held only curiosity, and she doubted he was the type to be frightened easily. "They are with me always, I wouldn't dare leave them somewhere. As you might have guessed, there are several contained within my crystal ball, bound to it by metaphysical chains. You may see them if you wish...though given the light it may be difficult, they stand out more in the darkness. If you know of somewhere with more shade, I shall call them out for you."
She wasn't surprised at his request, though it was one a scare few soquili had made before. Her spirits tended to frighten most, though perhaps that was the atmosphere of the carnival that had lended itself to the mood. But to see something such as them was an interesting experience, to say the least.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 3:53 pm
Erasto smiled delightedly as she offered him a peek at the mysterious beings that were supposedly housed in the crystal orb at her side. She seemed to have hesitated for a moment, and he could understand her reasoning--the object seemed to be very personal to her, very dear to her heart and whatever she felt towards it. However, he had never been one for patience and niceties and wanted to accept her offering right as she said it.
"Yes, yes, I know a place. My home, not far from here. If you would wish to accompany me there, I have a hut that I reside in. Besides a small chimney hole, there is no light." He glanced at her carefully, wondering if she'd trust him enough to follow him to his hidden dwelling. That was the procedure for luring in victims... but he had no wish of hurting her in any way, and quite contrary wanted to learn from her. She was so very interesting... very different from the quiet life of his humid swamp.
"You will want to follow me closely--the path is a narrow one, and the creatures that live in the water are not as friendly as I." He chuckled, eyes bulging from humor at his own pointless joke. But he regained composure quickly and turned, furry tail flicking.
"This way, if you would be so kind." He winked.
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