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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:56 pm
Rajih had grown quite fond of Lumena and its large library, it was a bustling city but no so bustling that it rivaled Moonfall. It was a scholars town and it was where a good amount of Witches, and Majins seemed to find themselves. Added to that, It wasn't overly bright and out there like Moonfall, it was quiet with residents who were either overly rich and usually tended to their own estates or, there was the many students who took advantage of said library.
Rajih had already taken advantage of the library, gathering a massive amount of materials on magic he wanted to study, a romance novel and possibly a book on the Majin race he laid claim to. Phil had been informative and friendly, but after all, Phil was a human. A good friend, Rajih mused as he made himself comfortable on the fountain, resting his books on the outer edge so they wouldn't get sprayed and pulling the Majin one out first.
He couldn't go to Phil about this...urge because it only worsened with the boy around. It had been months since Rajih had less fed, since he had run away from the best friend who had unknowingly been the food source for the young Majin. And it was beginning to wear on him. His undid the collar of his shirt to let some cool air in and took off his school's jacket and set it aside. Flipping through the pages, he looked for anything that could help with his uncontrollably hunger.
He had read a chapter in a couple of minutes when he felt the wave of powerful magic wash over him and then, slighted as well. His green eyes instantly looked up as he saw a pair of witches pass by him, one looked like he had been stitched together, with white and black hair and the other look like a fire witch, glowy red hair. It wouldn't have been odd to anyone else that the two witches were together if Rajih couldn't sense that one was actually a Majin, and he was feeding off the other. Furious, he got up and ran over, taking the witch's hand in his.
"What do you think your doing!?" Rajih hissed out as he looked the witch up and down, holding his hand away from the other witch so the Majin wouldn't siphon anymore.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:04 pm
As much as Salem loved the booming noises and salty sea breeze in Moonfall and the earthy silence that covers the quaint little cottages and massive estates of Clarus Arbor like a blanket, Salem did so love variety. Sometimes he just felt like pushing his luck and snapping choice morsels of magic from right under Lumena's citizens' noses, from right where they felt safe and complacent. And sometimes, Salem even lucked out.
Salem had almost begun to enjoy the heavy shot of magic he had pulled out of his nameless companion (who was really just some handsome witch who had smiled at him from across the plaza several streets away; he had promptly become tangled in Salem's glammer like a moth to moonlight), but before he could start really drilling into the core of the witch's power, the connection was broken forcefully. Salem wheeled, something like irritation that was approaching anger rising in a wave against the blackened backdrop of the void the comprised most of him. When his gaze met that of his assailant's, or what Salem assumed to be an assailant, it made much more sense. A witchling stood at the end of his arm, his darkened green eyes hardened with their own anger, and Salem thought he knew why the boy stopped him. The majin boy.
Still though, the boy had done a very dangerous thing, and Salem knew they only had so much time to take their leave from this crowded place. The library's courtyard already held a sizable crowd on strictly academic purposes; The last thing this called for was an even greater number to be pulled in by the spectacle of majin doing what majin are best known for: stealing energy. A majin exposing himself to the public when he didn't know the name and the power of every person in said public put himself in a great deal of risk. Especially in a place like Lumena, where the bulk of the zealous, self-righteous human Ars Lilium lived. They were quite protective of their peoples, indeed.
Assuming Rajih was blessed with the same sense of peril as Salem, the latter grabbed hold of the former's wrist, taking care not to let his well-manicured nails dig into the soft flesh below them. With a quick, “Come with me, yes? Come, move. We're both considerably at risk after what you just did. We'll speak when we get away from these many many prying eyes, fellow.” With that, he gave a light tug and began off down a side street, dragging Rajih in tow.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:59 pm
How dare he, Rajih bitterly held tight to the boy's hand in case he had any ideas about shrugging him off. To take magic so easily from a witch and seeming to enjoy it. Rajih checked his tongue from reprimanding the witch in front of the victim as he continued to stare at the boy, who was clearly older then Rajih himself and should have not been any business of Rajih's in the first place.
"I asked-" Rajih begun to hiss again when his arm was turn against him and the other witch started to take him some where else. It wasn't till Rajih was turned that he saw a small crowd forming. They moved quickly away, leaving the other witch to pout after them. Rajih tried to pull his hand free from the Majin as they moved into a smaller side street, which was nearly empty save for a few domestic animals that traveled through.
"Alright!" Rajih said as they were far from the fountain now, a place he would have to return to after he ditched the Majin for his books. "Let me go Majin." Rajih hissed the word out, though it was quiet in case of prying ears. "I have material I had to leave back their because of your little escapade, what's wrong with you? You don't just take from a witch as you please!" Rajih folded his arms, green eyes blazing with anger....and a hungry lust that he channeled into said anger. He had felt the witches power as well and was more disturbed that his hunger was becoming more intense. And to top it all off, he had found a Majin chilling around town siphoning as he pleased, it was....insulting! Though, his anger misguided, he stared down at the Majin witch, keeping a safe distance as he awaited a response from the boy so he could chastise and then be back to his books on how to control his hunger. Maybe he would lend the book if he found something useful to this kid.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 7:01 pm
Not nearly far enough was the first thought that ran through Salem's head when the boy broke his grasp. We've scarcely gone 'round the corner and this boy thinks we're out of the kettle-pot! We're not even out of earshot, to think! But if his hard-eyed and green-tinted companion wanted to confront Salem and talk right here, right in the first place inquiring eyes would look if they intended to understand the disturbance Salem and Rajih had caused in equal parts. one-eyed Witchie was all too happy to oblige.
He gave Rajih a moment to speak, and when the green-haired boy was done, Salem let loose a gale of cathartic laughter, settling visibly in posture as the tension that had subtly invaded his posture eased out of him. “I see, I see now, yes! You are but an up-and-coming majin, laying claim to this area and protecting your territory! Does my proverbial heart such good to see such a wondrous thing, yes indeed,” Salem mused, wiping a very real and very authentic tear that ran from the corner of his functioning eye. He had been so worried that the boy had been one of these new breeds who were instilled with the humie mindset, soft and sympathetic to the animals. What a relief. “You need not worry about old Salem culling your herd, for I am but a man of the roads, and I sample a bit from everywhere!”
Or maybe that wasn't it, at all! A notion occurred to Salem all at once. “Though... maybe you meant that I was too noticeable? Was it really all that obvious? He seemed to be quite into me, for the going was rather easy, so it was!” Salem spoke with a touch of pride; he had worked long and hard on perfecting his charm over boys who favored other boys. He had dug so deep into that witch, though, attempting to snack, that he merely let his prize steer while he bathed in the rapturous flow of energies, that he doubted he'd be able to tell a reaper from the neon lights of a carnival sign. A bit of an oversight that was created by his greed in drinking. If he'd done such a poor job hiding himself, he owed the boy much.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 11:52 am
"You see what?" Rajih crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he listened to the other witch before realizing that the other Majin was crazy. Actually, no something was just...no yeah Crazy covered it. His jaw didn't drop in shock but it came close as he listened to the older boy go on and on about claiming territory. What? Did Rajih look like he was going about the place feeding off humans like taking candy in a candy store? No he was not.
"Are you crazy? No wait, Are you INSANE?" Rajih stared at the Majin witch before waving over him, "I wasn't laying claim on anything! I was reading at the fountain when I saw you siphoning on some poor witch's magic. Do you realize what that does to them? Augh." He stared at the boy who was looking at him with teary eye and snorted, "What? I don't have a herd! Are you talking about humans being herds?" Rajih gave him a disgusted look as he continued t stare. Just what did he do with a Majin who called humans herds? Its like, and Rajih logic would just bounce off the other Majin.
"I doubt he noticed anything, your pretty skilled, I only noticed cause I good feel the wave of magic disappear from him." Rajih gave the majin that at least, wait had he said his name? Salem? Interesting name. Anyways back to the point at hand. "Look, here's the deal, I don't approve of you taking a unknowing witch's magic, in fact I think its downright rude, intimate beyond belief and something, if anything should be offered first before it happens. So I'll give a chance to go apologize to the witch or whatever and then you'll probably have to leave because well, This town doesn't take to well to Majins." he mumbled about he had to leave now too because of Salem and started walking back to the fountain.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:16 pm
The boy stared at Salem with something that the black-garbed witch reluctantly recognized as disgust, and the revelation made the happiness, no, the JOY, that had filled Salem upon meeting the young, unfamiliar majin faded quickly and completely, replaced with an empty sadness. Rajih had been mistaught to the extreme, he understood that the second the boy started speaking. What a shame, oh, what a pity in that, for Salem could see the drive in the boy, the thirst that would make him strong. The awareness of just what Majin were meant to do.
Or perhaps an opportunity! Surely the signs of destiny's ever-turning wheel, for had Salem not been given pupils of just this sort in the past? Was he not just the sort to enlighten this poor soul? Was he not big brother to all of his kind, to all who sought ascension locked deep in the spirals of energy within the Witch's heart? Salem threw back his head and laughed heartily, with just a touch of manic glee. "Insane? Yes, yes, I have indeed heard that word used to describe me, but it's all terribly subjective, is it not?" After a short pause, he answered his own question with, "Of course it is. And a word that might be used to describe us is monster, but I know that isn't true, sure as sunshine and moonlight."
The boy obviously did not like his words, though, and Salem did so despise upsetting him as such. Gently, he amended his words. "Maybe humans as cattle is the wrong metaphor to use." He placed a hand on Rajih's shoulder, his sigiled hand, and the eye pulsed softly with orange light. "If it pleases you more, think of them like trees of sweet fruit. They make so much excess energy that they do not use, and if we, the diligent custodians, do not attend to them, the fruit will merely fall from the tree, where it will rot. I see you. I see your hunger. These people were placed here for you. You need merely pluck the fruit. More will always grow back."
As the boy broke away and tried to walk away, Salem squeezed Rajih's shoulder, just slightly, just enough to remind him that Salem was still there, and took several steps with him, saying, "The books will be there later. Worry not about them or the people in that plaza. You and I have much to speak of yet, I feel."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:21 am
Rajih eye's still lingered on the boy with deep refusal and anger towards his kinda and himself. he never understood the Majin's way, even though he had slowly started to accept it. Magic was of course needed to sustain him and he knew he needed it to live, but he loathed every moment of it. He blamed himself, always himself and never the Humans who had shunned and lied to him. His knowledge was severely limited to that of what Phil told him and the lore of Majin's. While Phil had a positive aspect, The lore always depicted the Majin's as abominations.
"Subjective or not. You fit the word to a T." Rajih crossed his arms and glared, what the hell was he going to do now? he had stopped the Majin from his feeding, which though Rajih disapproved of, was probably not the smartest thing to do, and this cackle of a witch was very....different. At least the way his thought processes were a little more on, okay no, a lot more on the devious sides.
"Yeah you think? At least call them Humans, even if you mean it in a degrading way. Cattle are cattle, Humans are humans, Majin are Majin." he tapped his foot impatiently, unsure why he was so pissed at the Majin for seeing the Humans as a true Majin would see them, Food for the taking. But of course, Rajih was taught that Majin who thought like that we're evil and a enemy to all that lived. Ah, the joys of having humans as his companions growing up. "What the hell are you doing?" Rajih jumped as the hand was laid on his shoulder and the eye on there started to glow, "If your doing magic, I should warn you that I am talented in uh...." Rajih fumbled to think of a good threat and just held his chin up high, "I am just talented." He growled. "Humans weren't placed here for me to take and please as I like." Rajih said disgusted once more, "I have no desire to tend to the garden of sin, gorging myself on what you like to call the excessive. Unless the tree offers with full intent, then maybe I would consider a nibble." Rajih hungered eyes shaded as he tried to calm himself. it seemed that whenever he got angry, his hunger raised in him well. It was a messy combination of danger that could potentially have Rajih harming those he didn't want to harm.
"I don't have anything left to speak of to you Salem." Rajih hissed the boy's name before looking at the hand that grabbed him, "You have taught me enough about yourself already, unless your going to help me see a different light on the Majin, then maybe I would consider a talk." Rajih had meant the last part as a joke, even offering a crude smile at Salem.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 4:41 pm
The harsh words and the harsh glance did not offend Salem, not even a little. He had long crossed past the threshold and moved into a place where he was beyond offense. With a sort of blind disregard, he had become sure that this boy was just confused, his mind filled with the wrong knowledge, made to hate himself and his kind in a gesture that was most cruel. To fill a being with hatred for itself... Cruelty that could only be doled out by humanity. Like wild animals, they were, xenophobic and violent and hateful in their own right.
“Call them what you will, my friend,” Salem stated, with a shrug, “For a peach by any other name would still taste as sweet.” Names struck the one-eyed witch as a terribly strange, almost humorous thing. Rajih seemed more concerned with the name of the thing rather than seeing it for what its true nature described it to be. “Do not mistake me, my brother. I don't hate humans, nor do I demean them with my words. You may not believe me, but I love humans. I need them, in fact, and this may be why I love them so much. You should, as well, but you should remember that you are a powerful being and that they are there that you may live.” Salem nodded sagely at this, adding, “For you know that you need them to live, surely.”
Salem looked genuinely hurt when Rajih jumped back. He didn't let go, but he said, almost in defense, “I would never hurt you! You are my brother and I love you! You have nothing to fear of me.” He willed the pulsing (and now blinking) eye into stillness with an incredible inward ferocity, feeling like screaming 'YOU'RE SCARING OUR NEW FRIEND, NOW BEHAVE,' but know this would probably alienate the boy beyond repair. “The eye means nothing. It serves as a focal point for my magic, yes, but it also blinks without my consent occasionally. It's a rude little thing,” Salem added, with a touch of distaste.
The boy was trying to away again, Salem could see, but he knew Rajih's interest had been caught. That first c***k into the heavy armor of a misinformed education had been driven, and Salem merely had to keep ripping at it until he could break through to his newest brother. He looked at Salem with black humor in his eyes, but Salem stared back with utter solemnity. “My brother,” he said, with conviction, “I don't mean to give you some new opinion that you can mull over in your free time. I intend to tell you the truth.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 2:40 pm
Rajih sighed loudly. Okay nope, he wasn't going to be free of the witch boy anytime soon and well, Rajih was becoming slowly interested in the other boy. He was so true and clear to his beliefs. Rajih had only met one other Majin, a Witch eater that had concreted his cause against his own kind but....What if Salem showed him something different indeed? Would Rajih's convictions continue to be the same?
"Alright Salem. I'll listen, but if we are going to refer to anything as anything..." Rajih pointed his chin up, "Refrain from outright calling Humans as food. I realize that might be a little difficult for you, so set in your ways but I am also the same. Respectfully, I was taught there is a reason we are called Majin and them Humans." He nodded, and cocked his head. "Your love, it is interesting. I don't understand you. One minute talking about them as food and the next as people. Your are so strange." Rajih's head was going to start aching if he tried to figure out how Salem's worked and just relaxed as best as he could. He had always wanted to learn about his kind, and here was one who was clearly a Majin to the T. In all honest Rajih needed him!
Though he wouldn't let that be known. "I know I need them." Rajih said bitterly, looking down. He knew that he needed the witches magic to feed him, unless he wanted to waste away and die. The need to live though, sustained him. He wanted to be something.
"When did I become your brother?" Rajih looked at the hand that blinked and then shuddered slightly. No no no, Magic had all ways of appearing, obviously this was part of Salem's. "Ah, Sorry, I wasn't used to...Okay." Rajih nodded as he looked at the eye again before back at Salem. "The name is Rajih, not brother." He mumbled before standing still, less inclined to run away. He crossed his arms before blinking slowly.
"I want to hear it." Rajih cocked his head, "Tell me about yourself, The Majin, Why we need food. Tell me it all." Rajih held his hands out and then dropped them. "What you tell me, will help me in the future. Though it won't change my opinion...probably." He sighed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 10:30 am
Salem cried out, dismayed. "But Rajih! All majin are my brother! Our kind shares a bond closer than human blood, don't you see? We bear the mark of brotherhood through persecution. If I don't watch out for you, and vice versa, who will? Humans hold no love for our kind, don't let them fool you, and none will EVER love you as I do." It may have seemed strange for Salem to love so, but as he had spent more and more time among the humans, and, indeed, inside of his own mind, he had come to realize he was a creature of intensity, and the witholding of love and affection was such a human sensibility. He had no desire to be like them, but rather better than them.
"If that's more pleasing to you, then let it be so." Salem smiled and nodded. "We shall refer to them as humans, but perhaps you will get over such a human habit before too terribly long." Salem smiled inwardly, as well. He had won half the battle already, just by getting the boy to LISTEN. With one so twisted as Rajih, this was the hard part. Catching Rajih's hand with his own, he gave the boy a brief tug. "Come, walk with me. I like this place less and less the longer we spend here."
When he finally convinced Rajih to walk with him, he loosened his grip, for whenever Rajih should want to pull away. Salem knew Rajih was probably having difficulty accepting such affection from him, an absolute stranger. But he hoped his companion would come to understand it, and maybe even reciprocate, though this sounded like a long shot to him.
"I will answer each part of your inquiry, though in reverse order from how you asked, though I am loathe to do so, so I am. It makes the answers seem like a lecture, rather than an sermon on our exaltation as a species." Salem found it hard to inject passion when he had to rattle off a list, but by sunshine and moonlight, he was going to try.
"We majin require the energy of witches, the magic they make, but you already knew this, of course you did, you are no ignorant babe," Salem began, nodding sagely, "But I wonder if you knew that it is because we cannot produce it ourselves? If you know of human anatomy, I assume you know of the Witch's Heart in each of them. The energy it produces feeds and powers our souls, though we can cast our magic without it. I've never truly starved, but I've seen those who have. They wither away, and I assume they die before long. There is no shame in keeping yourself alive."
"Ah, the Majin themselves..." Salem continued, after a pause, "We are a different creature entirely to humans. I know not exactly where we come from, for my memory doesn't reach back that far, but we are flesh and blood, just as they are. We simply need the humans to survive. We are profoundly superior to them, for we can become more than them by taking in their hearts. You may shrink from the idea, but if you wish to free yourself of your need, you will become a witch eater too. It is ascencion, though, not damnation. We will speak more of it later." Salem coughed, swalowing after such a monologue.
"And as for myself... I am a simple majin, a brother and teacher to those such as you." He smiled again, shutting his mouth before he could say any more. "My past is a secret, though ~ Perhaps someday, I will tell you more. Now, ask me question. Let me fill you with knowledge." Salem cocked a sideways glance at Rajih.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:04 pm
Rajih stared blankly at the witch before cocking his head in thought. Salem, though he phrased and did things weird often had a point to them. Even if it was small things like calling a Majin family whether they knew each other or not. The title of brother seemed to Rajih, more of just a nod to their race and so he frowned. "I apologize then Salem. I haven't met an individual like your self before so I am a little...flustered." Rajih hesitated before sighing, "Alright, You may call me brother I guess. Also, There are so humans out there who fill the same as you do." Rajih thought of Phil, his best friend and shook his head before blushing. Salem outright just said LOVE. "Whoa whoa, take it easy Salem." He nodded, "Okay Brother, Okay haha." He shifted awkwardly before remembering exactly why he was there again.
"Human habit or not, I don't think I will." Rajih sniffed before being accosted and didn't fight. Though he wasn't sure if he liked that Salem was holding his hand, he was sure he would get some long explanation as to why it should be so that Rajih was sure Salem would be justified in the end result. So instead he kept his mouth just and just walked, listening intently to the other Witch.
"Loathe? You don't have to answer anything you don't want to. I know enough from the books and Phil to understand a little of what we are." Rajih sighed before looking at Salem, "The problem is that it is a human's view and even with one such as Phil, I feel like pieces of myself are still hard to define."
He shushed as Salem talked and thought of the feeding, How was it tat they could be witches and yet not produce magic themselves. More questions rose but he swallowed them down. He had time now that they were walking and talking. Even if he thought Salem was odd, he had proven to know and feel strongly enough that Rajih could at least trust him to give him information.
He looked away at the mention of starving and Majin dying. How many times had he starved himself to the point where his body decided and partially his mind chose for him to live. Was he in a away tempting the fates every time he starved himself? Or did he care so little for himself after the incident that he didn't care if he died....As long as he didn't take someone's witches Heart.
"How can taking someone's heart be salvation, if it means being truly hunted by everyone and everything?" Rajih shuddered at the thought. How could he look on a positive side when all Rajih could see was hate, scorn and the loss of those he truly loved.
He snorted as Salem avoided the question about himself and jsut shrugged. He was quiet as he thought of the Question he wanted to answer before starting, "I need to learn to control my siphoning, Can you control it?" Rajih frowned at the way he phrased it and tried again, "What I mean is, When I touch someone right now, if they are a human and a witch, I automatically take Magic from them. Is there away that I control this? So That I can take when I want and take as much as I need instead of huge gushes of it?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:08 pm
In and out of side streets they weaved, discussing the very nature of their existence as majin in a manner most grating for Rajih, Salem had no doubt. It warmed the one-eyed-witchie's empty void of a proverbial heart that his companion didn't pull away. Though he seemed to protest Salem's affections, to downplay them in an attempt to make it more comfortable, Salem knew that the boy had accepted them, somewhere deep. He may hate to do so, as some might hate their older siblings for their habits and lifestyles, but love and hate don't have to be mutually exclusive, do they? Maybe some day Rajih would even call Salem 'brother' without laughing.
Salem gave a weighted sigh. “Very well, Rajih. Just know that you only make life harder for yourself for exalting the humies in such a way.” If he kept looking to humans as equals to be respected as such, he would keep wallowing in his current situation, barely able to control his urges, so scared was he to act upon them, and losing any semblance of control at all once he did. But Salem knew it to be a slow process, and so instead of lecturing the boy on it and overwhelming him, he let it go for the time being.
“Your control over how much you siphon... now, that is a simple thing. It is a question of mind over matter!” He paused, trying to think of a proper analogy to explain it. He delved into his own past, and his memories of himself dealing with the very same issue, and all at once he had an answer. “Think of it like sipping water. If you are thirsty, you gulp it down without thought, and you fail to even taste it until it's gone. If you take it in slowly, steadily, you get the same benefit of quenching your thirst without draining your glass. You simply must train yourself to siphon slowly, gently, so that your quarry doesn't even notice.”
“In fact, let that be an exercise, whenever you feel up to it. Go a time without water, and practice drinking slowly. The idea is the same, and it is how I taught myself to do it, in fact!”
“Do not mistake me, brother. It is not that I don't want to answer your questions, it is that just the words are not enough to teach you.” Salem frowned, looking to Rajih, unable to express himself even with his lectures. “These things I tell you, they have been discovered over decades of thought and experience, and to fully understand them, I fear you may need to spend some time inside your own mind mulling them over. I hope, though, with myself by your side, you won't need to spend anywhere near the span I have.” With any luck, he could come to understand it before they even finished their palaver, but that was wishful thinking.
“I am curious about your friend Phil, though, and his supposed knowledge of the majin. Someday I will have to meet him, and see just how much he knows.” He filed this thought away, for later consideration. ((well now I have a reason to RP with Phil. <3))
And then came the real question, the question that no doubt rested in the mind of any human when it came to witch eaters: why? “Because, Rajih, my brother, my dear. You won't be hunted by everyone. You will always have allies in the other witch eaters, your brothers and sisters. And if you stand with them, as they will with you, nothing will be able to stop you, for you can take the only thing they could possibly use to stop you.”
Salem realized this didn't sound quite right, and amended himself. “You don't need to be a conqueror or a slaughterer, but you have certain inherent rights that nobody can take from you, and the means to defend them.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 10:56 am
Rajih still felt uncomfortable around Salem, even with the grip on his arm and the constant calling of brother. Had he known the witches thoughts, which he didn't, he would've shuddered at the thought of calling Salem a brother. Mostly because he had only called one that, and that said brother turned his life upside down with betrayal. No it wouldn't be a term of endearment if Rajih used it.
He looked at Salem again with his almost dramatic sigh and cocked his head. If you don't want to tell me, then don't...Rajih gritted his teeth. He had to choose Salem of all the witches to learn about Majin. Though he fit the profile so well. He ignored Salem's reluctance as to how to address humans, more please to know that he had made his point and would be respected for it.
"Mind over matter?" Rajih stopped with Salem and then moved again as he listened to the description. "Slowly?" Rajih tried to imagine siphoning in such a way. He was still new and before was totally unawares of his abilities. He had felt though, the hunger that felt like he needed to drown himself in magic and cause him to siphon more then he should've.
"You want me to practice it?" Rajih shook his head, he didn't want to take magic but....but he needed to learn to do it without taking more then he intended. He nodded at Salem with appreciative eyes and smiled. "It sounds easier then it probably is, I'll try to practice hard then." Rajih looked over at Salem again, trying to imagine him siphoning slowly. Part of him could see, the other part...wasn't so sure.
"How old are you then Salem?" Rajih cocked his head at the witch, decades of training? Rajih didn't have that long and would rather speed the process up instead. "Just how long do you plan to follow me around there Salem?" Rajih was still in thoughts as he focused on the time he would budget out to learn everything. He in no doubt needed Salem anyways, it would be nice to keep the Witch around.
"Ah Phil, As long as you don't steal his magic, I am sure you'll be able to meet him. He...had a tragic past with Majin and still treats us like friends. He is quite the wonder of the world." Rajih always thought fondly of his friend, never not fondly. Phil had been the light in the academy that had him going on after all.
He turned his head at Salem and snorted, "Witch eater's ask for what they are given. I am not saying all of them are bad but in a world where our very beings are made by a witch's heart, why would you ever want to take it away?" Rajih sighed, "And I feel like I cannot trust Witch Eaters as much as I would anyone else......" Rajih wasn't even sure if that made sense. He could see the witch eaters rallying for each other....then again, he remember the encounter he had with Emelia and sighed. No Witch eaters didn't make sense to him what so ever.
He remained quiet in his thoughts though, and followed Salem aimlessly as he warred a battle with his head and heart.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 5:21 pm
”Good boy.” Salem nodded and patted Rajih gently in approval. “It may be strange at first, but I promise you if you practice, someday you WILL be able to exert control over it.” Humans had a neat little trick which allowed them to control their own bodily functions, like their heart rate and their blood pressure, in a much similar manner. Salem had discovered that the Majin's thirst was no different than any other involuntary function, and could be forced into a more voluntary nature through sheer force of will. A will that Rajih would have to build up on his own, and Salem knew this would come to him in time, so he let it rest.
Salem stopped, then, and turned to face Rajih, for he had asked a succession of valid questions that the one-eyed witchie had to think on, for a moment.
“How old am I...? A wonderful inquiry, but you must forgive me whilst I try to remember...” Salem reached deep down into his mind, groping for a date, a time, a quantity, a measurement of something that simply didn't matter to him anymore. Why should he bother with keeping track? He had no real need for age, did he? What youth remained slipped away slowly, and even now was preserved through bloody grim magics that drank greedily at his own sanguinary energies. He had gained a great many things since...
“I'm afraid I don't recall!” Salem laughed, a good-natured sound that belied a hollowness inside of him. “Old enough, I can tell you that. Probably TOO old.”
“As for how long I'll remain with you, my dearest brother...” Salem contemplated a moment longer, pondering on what exactly DID keep him here. Obligation to the boy, obviously, to help him take some control back from his more basic, animalistic desires, but also a genuine sympathy for the boy. He saw such power, such potential, just waiting to be tapped in the then-student (I know he's graduated bby, but unnnnnh). Salem wanted to see the boy reach that potential, and learn to see the glory in his existence, and perhaps, someday, even see him ascend to that greater plane that the Witch Eaters lived upon.
“A while, yet, I think. If not being your direct companion, then most certainly within your reach, should you ever need me.” Salem cast a furtive grin and a wink, then began pulling Rajih again, meandering once more. “If you ever need me, by the by... I'll make provisions for you to contact me, so I will.”
As an afterthought, Salem added, “I think we've had enough lecturing for today, as well. Let us move beyond teacher and student; let us be brother and brother; let us be friends. Tell me of yourself, young Rajih, if you care to do so!”
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