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 Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 6:19 pm
This is a Roleplay between Kettyn's Sangria and FaithoftheFallen's Jezabelle 
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 6:35 pm
It may not have been midnight yet but already there was the faint sounds of a creature stirring awake after a long period of sleep. A pale white figure rose from the ground and quietly slipped out of the little thicket that provided her cover during the day. Sangria paused and scented the air outside her thicket before wandering back inside. She had almost forgotten her tools. The mare dug around in a pile of leaf-litter before pulling out a sheathed cleaver. With a little bit of difficulty she managed to tug that onto her hind leg before sticking her muzzle further into the pile. Just where was the other item? Sangria snorted with impatience before she was rewarded with the crisp feeling of fabric rubbing against her nose. Gripping the fabric firmly the mare dragged the lace-like collar from the ground. She was careful to avoid pricking herself with the needles that lay secure inside as she secured the raiment around her neck.
There. Now she could safely go out into the forest to find sustenance. Her mind flitted back to the last meeting she'd had with her father. She had finally broken his resolve to talk about her family. To think that she had had a brother and sister all this time and not known about it. Now, even as she set out to hunt, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever see her siblings.
A rustle to her left ended Sangria's musing and she became still. The light from the full moon bathed her pale white coat and her lustrous long brown locks as she gazed around the clearing. Tiny claws scratched the earth underneath a dead log and Sangria sighed. A mouse or possibly a rat. Too small for her needs. With that piece of prey dismissed Sangria began walking aimlessly through the woods. She didn't need to feed every night but the compulsion to wander like the wraith she appeared as drove her to her night-time sojourns.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 12:36 pm
Jezabelle slipped between the thick tree trunks on silent hooves. She was giddy with the night air, her heavy lidded crimson gaze swept the forest before her, burning with an eerie light. A gust of bitter wind burned her cheeks and shook the boughs above her, their gnarled lengths stretching down towards her like nightmarish claws. She ducked under the dripping branches of an elm and started down the slight slope beyond it, weeds brushing across her slender legs and leaving strokes of dew. The rich, earthy odor of rotting vegetation filled her nostrils as her hooves disturbed the thick carpet of dead leaves littering the forest floor.
A slight disturbance to her right caught her attention and she crept foreword, her eyes narrowed as she peered between the limbs that draped down to form a lacy curtain between her and the clearing beyond. moving cautiously, she nudged the branches aside and stared across the open ground to meet the other mare's gaze. Belle's eyes narrowed and then widened as she felt a jolt of recognition sizzle down her spine. But that was impossible, she had never seen this female before in her life. She took a half step foreword, moving carefully as though approaching some fascinating, dangerous animal. "What are you called" she breathed without thinking.
The coloring was different, but aside from the long brunette plait and the shiny red crescent on her left flank, she was almost an exact replica of Jessamine. How was this possible?
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 1:00 pm
There was something else out there. Sangria had not been walking for very long when she paused. The night sounds of the forest had quieted immensely. Whatever had caused the silence was near. Her senses alert now Sangria quickly reached down and snagged one of the needles from the shawl she held them in. It took perhaps a few seconds to free her weapon of choice but that was all the time it took for the mare to realize that she was not alone anymore. The sense that one was watching her caused Sangria to lose focus.
Her head lifted and she caught the first glimpse of another female standing in the clearing. The first thing that Sangria noted was the blood-red eyes that mirrored her own. It was odd that. As the mare moved closer and asked for her name Sangria's gaze took in more features. The stranger seemed to have pure white hair that was held in place with a bow. But the blood-stained bag that was settled nicely on the mare's back made Sangria pause in thought. Just who was this female?
"You ask what I am called. My father bestowed me with the name Sangria. While we are at it: who exactly are you?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:30 pm
Jezabelle's eyes drank in the familiar features hungrily. She had not left her mother's side lightly and despite the necessity of it, she missed Jessamine with an intensity that bordered on pain. Only the still vivid memory of her mother's temperamental explosion a few months before coupled with the threat of being once again confined to the den that had been her childhood prison was sufficient enough to prevent her from returning home to her mother's side.
She was comfortable being out on her own, if not altogether happy at least she was free to move about as she wished during the night. If she had her way she would prefer to spend her self enforced exile with others but not many soquili were comfortable around a nocturnal mare who feasted on the blood of small animals and occasionally from a living donor. They simply couldn't bring themselves to trust a non-kalona mare who displayed kalona like traits. For a fleeting moment she wistfully revisited the daydream that she would wake up to find a pair of horns curling out of her ivory locks or look down to see sharply cloven hooves instead of smooth ones. Any one of these small traits would have made her behavior more understandable to strangers who were both disturbed and enchanted by her decieving doll-like appearance. If she was not a Kalona, she must be possessed, or she must have chosen to defy her biology to feast on the blood of innocents. To others, she was a monster.
But now, a shred of hope, who was this strangely familiar mare? How were they connected?
"My name is Jezabelle, daughter of Jessamine. I feel as though....I know you from somewhere." She admitted hesitantly, "Who is your father? Your mother? Where are you from?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 5:30 pm
Sangria had been watching the mare as she in turn watched her. It felt strangely odd to look across a clearing and see one that shared so many similar features as yourself or the one that you came from. The red eyes reflected back in a face that was not hers and an item that while indeed smaller, looked as though it had come from her father. Sangria's ears pricked forward as the mare answered the question she had posed.
Jezabelle.
The name by itself would have meant nothing to her. But on hearing about the name that Relic had mentioned from time to time in his sleep had Sangria moving slowly - closing the distance between herself and Jezabelle. Her voice was quiet, but thick with an emotion she couldn't identify, as she let her gaze bore into Jezabelle's own.
"I must be feeling the same. The sense that I know you as well," Sangria paused in her speech as she stopped moving. There was now less than a few feet separating her from Jezabelle's form. "You ask of my parentage. My father's name is Relic. I never knew my mother. Apparently she'd taken my siblings away while they were still in their baskets. He never spoke of my mother in my presence but there were times that he thought I was out of earshot and he'd sigh her name. That name was Jessamine."
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:14 pm
Belle tensed as Sangria moved closer, eying the mare warily. She was suddenly all to aware of the cleaver tucked seductively into one of her garters and the row of gleaming syringes hanging around her slender neck, within easy reach of her teeth. Her own blade was nestled in the pouches draped across her back.
But as she met that crimson stare, she relaxed, there was nothing threatening in that gaze she felt a surge of shame as she realized she had come close to reacting with the same prejudiced actions as those she had encountered since leaving home. Doubtless this mare had had similar experiences, Sangria had done nothing to merit such a response. Deliberately, she composed herself, allowing her features to relax into a sweet smile.
"My sister," she breathed in a wondering tone, feeling a surge of warm exultation and love. "That can be the only explanation." My father is Relic she thought with shock, turning the name over in her mind greedily. "Mother never mentioned our father to me, she never mentioned that I had a sister.. Wait, siblings?" she gaped, "There is another?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:28 am
Sangria had watched Jezabelle tense as she neared and then relax. It was peculiar how just before this meeting occurred that she was wanting to find answers - and one had indeed found her. The mare drank in the form of her sister. Everything about Jezabelle seemed to reflect sharply on their father. Oh boy when she saw him again. Sangria cancelled that thought before it took off anywhere. At least father had said something about this before it happened.
"Father did not make much mention of our family at all. I cornered him fairly recently and he finally told me the answers to the questions that I asked. It turns out that our mother had three children though. So if you and I have found one another - it means that there is still another sibling out there."
Sangria let a small smile appear as she gazed at Jezabelle with undisguised hunger. "I'm glad that I have found at least one part of my family. Sister, can you tell me anything about our mother? I will let you know about father if you wish."
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:04 am
Jezabelle toyed with the thought, another sibling. She was still getting used to the idea of Sangria, nevertheless she found the prospect thrilling and knew she would search tirelessly until she found the other. She opened her mouth, about to ask Sangria if she knew anything about it, but she snapped it shut again quickly. The last time Relic had seen his other two children, her included, they had been in baskets. He couldn't have told Sangria anything they could use.
"Our mother is....beautiful," she began dreamily, Jessamine's image dancing in front of her mind's eye as she allowed it to drift back to her childhood. "You take after her quite a bit, she likes to wear her hair in the same style. Her hair is white, like mine though, so I can only assume our father's hair is brown. She has these amazing red eyes and when she looks at you, it about takes your breathe away. You'd do anything to make her smile, to keep her happy. But she is also cruel, and selfish." Belle winced, she hated saying such things about Jessamine but Sangria had to know the truth. If Jessamine got ahold of Sangra it was altogether possible she would try to imprison her, "She doesn't trust the world, and she would keep her children away from it and to herself. I'm not sure exactly what happened to her to make her feel that way but whenever she thinks I'm not looking, her eyes take on this wounded look that could break your heart. It nearly broke mine to leave her, but she wanted to keep me locked up for the rest of her life....You can't go to her, Sangria, its too dangerous. She can't be trusted."
She watched Sangria's eyes, she knew that look, if Sangria tried to find their mother it would only lead to disaster. Also, in the deepest, darkest parts of her heart she felt a twang irrational jealousy. What if Jessamine loved Sangria more? Belle had always had her mother to herself, she wasn't sure she was ready to share that claim. So she wouldn't reveal Jessamine's location...At least not yet. She also would avoid telling Sangria about their mother's gruesome habits, time enough for that later.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:05 am
Sangria closed her eyes as her sister spoke of their mother. She could see an image of Jessamine as Jezabelle painted it with her description. To think that she and her mother shared the same hairstyle. There was an intense yearning to actually meet the mother that she had never known growing inside of her. It was then that Jezabelle said something that caused reality to reassert itself. An incredulous look replaced the smile she'd worn earlier. She blinked twice rapidly before approaching Jezabelle. The words she spoke next came out softly, but with an edge of anger lacing them. "She wanted to do that to her own daughter?"
It took somewhat of an effort for Sangria to tamp down her rage before sighing. It wouldn't do her any good to get mad now. Maybe when she was finally face to face with her mother than she could vent. To take her mind off such thoughts Sangria latched onto something Jezabelle had said earlier.
"You are right about father's hair color. It's a very light brown color. His eyes are also red. He carries a satchel on his back like you though. I received the marking of the crescent moon from him. I think he was par of a carnival troupe before meeting our mother," Sangria paused briefly savoring that word, "He has a profound knowledge of plants and has taught me most of what he knows. The needles in my neck wrap that I wear are from him as well. He's very much a mystery to most he meets and doesn't like talking much about this carnival."
Sangria glanced back at the cleaver that was secured by the lacy garter around her back leg. "Although father also possesses scalpels I can't figure out how I came to be in possession of a cleaver." Sangria broke off before wondering if she should share the last piece of information about Relic with her sister and decided against it. The mare sighed before letting her gaze drink in her sister's form. It was unbelievable just how fast one of her fondest wishes had become reality.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:31 pm
"Its...complicated..." to say the least, "I don't entirely understand it myself... Mother has always been an outcast, shunned and despised because of some rather...unorthodox habits. I gathered early on that she had a lover in her youth, someone she cared for deeply couldn't accept her for who she was. He abandoned her and that broke something deep inside her, something she hasn't been able to piece back together yet. She never said it in so many words, but I gathered that she was using me to fill that hole in her life, she wanted to keep me for herself, forever, and refused to share me with anyone. I don't understand why she never told me about you..." Jezabelle's brow creased into a troubled frown.
Belle's gazed off into the distance as she pieced together Sangria's description of their father. She wasn't sure about how she felt about the strange shadowy stallion that was Relic, why hadn't he tried to find her? Did he even care about her and Jessamine or was their mother simply a passing amusement. A sudden idea intruded itself upon her thoughts, "Does our father have any unusual....appetites?"
Belle reached over her shoulder to retrieve her blade from her satchel, "I'm beginning to think its' a family trait," she observed wryly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 3:59 pm
"Even if she were trying to fill a gap it doesn't give her any right to keep you imprisoned from the rest of the world. Does it?"
Sangria watched as Jezabelle also pulled out a cleaver and she gave a small amused grin. This was becoming more and more interesting. She began to wonder if their other sibling also had a cleaver. It took her a moment to regain her focus and realize that before her sister had taken out her weapon that she had asked about unusual appetites. Her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to launch into a spiel about Relic before it closed. How would Jezabelle react if she told her sister what she'd witnessed many times when Relic didn't believe she was watching. How often did the stallion she knew as her father come home with his satchel reeking with the copper scent of blood. And with that scent drive his daughter away to perfect her own hunting techniques.
Her eyes widened in realization though that if she kept things hidden from her own blood relations - that it would always keep a deep chasm of mistrust between them. With a noise of resign Sangria loosened her own cleaver before letting her gaze rest on Jezabelle.
"Father does have an unusual habit. I do not know why he is compelled to do so but he finds pleasure in killing animals and stealing their kidneys. I wonder if he knows what I know about him. When I was younger he'd return to our "home" and begin to unpack what he called treasures. Being as young as I was ... I didn't quite understand what he meant and it wasn't in my nature to pry."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 8:53 pm
"No, it doesn't," she agreed simply. She wouldn't try to excuse their mother's actions, but the past was the past. She couldn't return to Jessamine for fear of being lured back into her childhood prison, but she forgave her mother. Somewhere deep down, Belle was aware that their mother was not altogether well. Something in Jessamine's eyes hinted at the fragile instability of her sanity, she meant well, but her sudden elevation to motherhood had caught her unawares, in a time when she was not emotionally equipped to bear the responsibility of caring for another life besides her own.
She listened to Sangria's story with increasing interest, she was not a freak! She had inherited her cravings from both mother and father, even if none of the rest of the world could accept her, the fact that her family, at least, would be understanding boosted her spirits tremendously.
"Our mother has similar tastes," she admitted finally, "Perhaps it was that which brought them together in the first place. Jessamine craves flesh, not constantly, but she suffers from periodic episodes of bloodlust. I only came across her that way once, the day I left, It was...terrifying. She didn't even recognize her own daughter, I truly think that she would have killed me had her familiar not distracted her, allowing me to escape. I shudder to even think of what waking to find me dead at her feet would have done to her.... Our mother is not the stablest mare in the world, it might have thrown her over the edge."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 6:05 pm
Sangria listened politely to her sister as she informed her of their mother's habits. Father had always been reluctant to discuss his knowledge of Jessamine to her and it had left a void in Sangria's life. She was definitely an equal mix of both parents it turned out. The feeling of wholeness was slow to surface. She knew where she stood in life. Her thoughts were quiet as Jezabelle finished speaking. The mare was trying to figure out just how terrifying that experience would be.
Slowly she stepped forward and gently nuzzled her sister in solace. It wasn't a common gesture that Sangria would have made any other day - but this was definitely a special occasion. It was a terrifying thought that she might have lost her sister before even meeting her. Sangria sighed before looking into her sister's eyes. "I cannot imagine that scenario. I don't wish to. All that matters is that we've found each other. Perhaps one day we will also find our missing sibling."
Here she paused. "I am uncertain as to your desires ... but I could take you to meet father if you wish. I know where he'd be tonight and I could introduce you. It's up to you Jezabelle. I know that he'd like to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:33 pm
Belle dipped her head, allowing her silky locks to fall foreword to see shield the small smile that lit her features at Sangria's mall gesture of affection. More than anything she wished that Jessamine had told her about her siblings, although now that she thought about it she realized that it had simply been another way for her mother to keep her by her side. Had Belle known of Sangria and her other sibling's existence, she would have wanted to leave earlier than she had, to find them. Jessamine had never said as much, but through her mannerisms and carefully phrased evasions whenever her sire was brought up, she had led Belle to believe her father had died. The thought of what it would have been like growing up with Sangria at her side made her chest ache with longing and regret, yet another thing her mother had taken from her in her manic possessiveness. Now she stood face to face with someone she had longed for all those long days and nights of her childhood, her heart near to bursting with the emotions of the encounter, and she was forced to admit that Sangria was a perfect stranger. Nevertheless, there was love in her eyes as she nuzzled the mare in return, they couldn't retake the time that had been stolen from them but they could get to know each other now. "I'd like to find her-or him. I only hope they have had an easier time than I..." She trailed off, pursing her lips as she remembered all those distrusting, even hateful stares that had been directed at her the moment her secret was revealed. "I would love to meet....our father." She almost choked on the unfamiliar word, "But...Are you sure? He might not enjoy being jolted back to the past...back to thoughts of our mother in such a startling way..."
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