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 Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 7:37 am
Aranea stopped outside Feles's door, listening. She didnt think she could hear him moving about, and she knocked a couple of times with no answer. He had either left - or he was more likely asleep. She smiled a little, putting the tissue wrapped package onto the floor by the bottom of his door. When he opened it he would find;
She walked away, heading for the dungeons. She would catch him later - and he could thank her in person for the gift.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 10:13 am
When Feles returned to his room, it was in silence and stealth. He glanced around nearly each step he took, as if making certain no one was watching. It wasn't until he reached his door that he felt his toe brush against a package that had NOT been there before...
He picked it up, sliding the package he'd already been holding into his other hand. He could feel it's light weight and tilted his head slightly as he let himself into his room and set both packages down on the desk. The one, he knew what it contained. He'd gone with his Kithain to Gaia to get it.
The second, however, was a mystery, and he seated himself in the chair as he picked the package open carefully. When he saw the silver and amathyst, his eyes widened in shock. It... was beautiful! His hands were shaking as he moved to slide it on, one finger tracing over his engraved name as he did.
Aranea... it had to be. She was the only one who cared enough about him to bring him gifts. Shivering slightly, Feles opened the other package and brought the small baggie up to his nose to inhale briefly. Catnip... Youko had brought some to him as a child to try and calm him down. It had worked... and Feles quickly had grown to like the herb and its effects.
It calmed him, soothed him... and made it so that he didn't CARE what he looked like or what anyone else thought of him.
His mind drifted back to Aranea then and he smiled softly. He would have to get her something. She'd given him a spider plushie, a beautiful sword and now this... and he'd done nothing in return. Surely he could find something worthy of her.
As he moved to prepare a cup of heated water, Feles took some of the catnip and wrapped it up in a bit of cheesecloth. He tucked that into the cup, letting it steep into a sort of tea. He COULD find something for Aranea. And it would be perfect...
Just like she was.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 5:29 pm
Feles I have decided upon a 'gift' for Aranea. Doubtless, most would consider it trivial at best, or even idiotc. However, I think it would be appropriate, given that I cannot for the life of me think of any 'things' that she would like. My kithain has brought me a book that I find most intrigueing. It is a book of herbology, up to and including some herbs that can be used as poisons bringing on respiratory distress, cardiac failure, coma and death. Some act quickly, others more slowly and are meant to be used over a period of time. I have included my notes here. I will be searching out these plants and bringing them to Aranea. I only hope that she appreciates the gift. Aconite - This herb is by far the most deadly. Even a tiny sliver of the wood introduced into the bloodstream can cause death. It has been said to be used in witchcraft as an ingredient in flying 'potions'. I believe that when added to other ingredients and used as a salve, the herb can cause strong hallucinations. Belladonna - Another good one. It had been used in ancient times as a relief for gastrointestinal problems... but contains three toxic alkaloids, including atropine, that can cause convulsions and death. Broom - A simple herb, found in abundance. Yet it slows the heart rhythm considerably. Possibly good for inducing prisoners to talk. Larger doses can be fatal. Comfrey - I remember my kithain telling me that he could get this one rather easily. It's used as a treatment for cuts and bruises, but when ingested, it leads to liver disease and death from the toxins contained within. Lobelia - I'm not certain where to find this one... however, I think it's amusing that the herb is used as a mood-booster, yet large doses cause rapid heartbeat, coma and death. Pennyroyal - Another easy to come by herb. Causes liver damage, convulsions, coma and death. It was used in smaller doses by women in the middle ages to bring on natural abortions. Wormwood - Another that I must look for. It causes convulsions, loss of consciousness and hallucinations. Not good for killing someone, but would be amusing if introduced into a Sun Court punchbowl.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 4:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 3:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2005 8:05 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 11:23 am
Things had changed so much... gods, what he'd give to be a child again and not have to worry about everything. Feles sat, curled in the window seat that overlooked the darkened garden below. It was the only time of day that he could stand to be in the windows, without the harsh sunlight burning his eyes and skin. He could still feel the piercing light in his vision, and he'd noticed that now, things seemed to appear not as clearly as they had before. It was something he didn't want to think about... and until he figured it out, he'd just deal with having to hold books closer to his nose to read them. One rested in his lap now, clawed fingers resting on it and toying with the etched swirls on the leather cover. It was his diary... sorely neglected, but it was still his. Even as he sat there, his mind had so many different tangents that needed exploring, but he could only write about one at a time. Maybe it would clear his thoughts. No matter how many different paths his thoughts took, however, they kept coming back to one. Aranea. Sighing inwardly, he lifted the steel tea ball that Youko had brought him, and stuffed it witht he pungent green herbs that he'd managed to force his Kithain to bring him. Youko was worried... as a pet owner, he KNEW that catnip was a treat that should only be indulged in sparsely. However, Feles had taken to making teas of it nearly constantly. It made the throbbing pain in his leg lessen, at least for a little while. Or at the very least, it put him in a state of mind that he just didn't care. Even though Aranea had done a wonderful job at healing him, the arrow from that b*****d Sun Court fey had left its mark. He walked with a bit of a limp now, and when the weather would take a turn for the worse, it was nearly impossible to stand. Growling faintly, his free hand moved over the healed wound, the pad of one finger dipping into the hollow left behind by the arrow's shaft. Even with the pain, his thoughts never travelled far from the spider fey... he found himself thinking of her again, a flush coming over his skin as he remembered that single night they'd spent. He wanted more.... but he didn't know how to go about it. Picking up the journal, Feles gathered up the pen once mroe and rested the open book against his legs. Feles Dear Diary-
It has been a while since I've opened your pages... I'd say I was sorry, however, it seems silly to apologize to a book. So many things have changed, most of all my feelings. Aranea continues to torment my thoughts... and I say that in the best way possible. Honestly, torment is the only word I can use for a person who haunts my every waking thought.
When I woke this morning, I could swear her scent still clung to me... or that her hand was stroking my skin. I'd never had that experience before, and my body was only barely under my control. I'm only glad that my room is now my own and that fool Kithain of mine is no longer fawning over me.
I must remember to have him get more of the tea herb for me. I'm running low.
I haven't seen Aranea today, however that is nothing to concern myself with. She can handle herself... and after my stint with the Sun Court, I daresay she can take care of herself far better than I can.
I want to approach her again, and tell her that I have these feelings. I worry that she'll ridicule me, however. What sane person thinks about another constantly? Perhaps a walk in the moonlight will clear my mind. This time, however, I refuse to leave the Castle grounds. Snapping the book shut, Feles laid it on the windowsill and slid to his feet. In a single motion, he grabbed the cup of tea, draining it and setting that aside as well before taking up the walking stick he'd fashioned. It was a short tree branch, smoothed down and rounded at one end to provide a place for his hand to cup around as he walked. While he only needed it infrequently, he'd gotten used to carrying it now. It was better to have it and not need it... then to wind up stuck somewhere because he didn't have it. With his thoughts still in turmoil, he left his room then, headed through the winding hallways that led to the gardens outside.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 12:29 pm
In the moonlight outside of the castle, a pale figure sat amidst the branches of a weather-barren tree. The leaves had long since fled, chased away by the increasing gusts of wind that seemed to grow colder and colder with each passing day.
Winter was coming... the season of sleep and darkness.
Feles smiled, one fang pricking against his lower lip as he thought of it. It was sometimes disturbing, where his thoughts took him when he was under the thrall of the pungent herbs he seemed to partake of more and more often. Still, if it kept the pain away, he was more than willing to let his mind wander on whatever catnip-laced trods it could find.
Soon the snow would be on the ground... then perhaps he could wander without as much fear of being seen and caught. White skin and pale fur, he stood out like a beacon against the dark greens and vivid colours of the rest of the seasons. Winter, however, that would be HIS season. Already, he was making himself accustomed to the cold, by sitting in the tree until he could barely feel his fingers and toes.
It had made him ill once or twice already... negligible when he began to realise that he wasn't nearly as sensitive as he had been to it the first few times. He had altered his clothing as well, leaving behind the barely-present loincloth that seemed to be all he could bear to have against his skin. While the heavier furs and leathers tended to make his white skin turn reddened from their harshness, they were the only way he would survive in the coming months.
As he half expected, his thoughts began to turn once more, going from winter white snow to the silken silver hair that he could picture in his mind.
Aranea...
Again, she came to his mind, taunting him and teasing himi when he least expected it. She had been busy, he knew as much, and had avoided bothering her. Still, he had to know if their one 'fling' was going to be all that they shared... or if she was telling him truly about her feelings towards him. He would go to see her...
But he would wait until she was more easily accessible, and alone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 2:58 pm
Aranea pressed her forehead against the wood of Feles's door, the nails of one hand lightly scraping the surface. She wondered if he was in there...maybe he had forgotten about her..about what they had done just as soon as they had done it. But she would never know until she spoke to him and not knowing was tormenting her. She curled a hand into a fist, rapping lightly on the door, stepping back and waiting for an answer.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:05 pm
"Come in," came the soft answer, Feles laying on the edge of his bed, one arm draped over the side so that the claw of his index finger could scratch against the stone floor and leave an intricate pattern behind. His gaze was intent on his work, as trivial as it may be. The cat was nothing if not slightly obsessive, and at the moment, his attention was completely rivetted on the design. Almost without his bidding, the centrepiece of the circular mark began to take on a shape. An hourglass shaped body, eight slender limbs... the mark of the spider.
As he glanced up towards the opening door, a smile spread across his face. "Aranea."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:13 pm
So he was inside; hadnt been kidnapped again. She took a breath before pushing open the door to his chamber.
'Yes its me,' Aranea said quietly, glancing down at where he was laying. And what was he doing?
'You are alive then,' she said.
'As I hadnt heard from you I thought..' she stopped, not even knowing what to say to him. It didnt look like he had been missing her after all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:19 pm
"I missed you," he murmured, looking back to the design on the floor and adding a bit more of a flourish to the scratchings. It was as if he were echoing her thoughts... but that wasn't possible. "I tried to see you... but I heard someone else with you." A frown then, came from the man, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"I thought maybe you didn't want me there anymore. But that's silly, really. You wouldn't have... been with me... unless you wanted to. Right?" He glanced to her then, brows lifted in question.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:32 pm
'You're the one who left my bed,' she reminded him, going inside properly and closing the door behind her. She sat on the bed next to him.
'Where have you been? Why have you been avoiding me?'
Aranea couldnt look at him when she asked him the questions, to her ears she sounded weak and desperate.
'I told you I loved you. Why do you keep questioning that?'
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:37 pm
A soft shrug answered her first, the cat keeping his eyes on his work. "Because I don't understand. There are others here... the hunter, the researcher... Compared to them, what am I?" He sounded childish, and a frown crossed his lips as he spoke. "I am weak compared to them, thanks to that damned archer." His hand came down against the scratchings, wiping against it and eradicating the delicate lines. Getting to his feet then, he growled as his weaker leg nearly gave out from beneath him, but forced himself to stay upright as he moved to the desk near his bed and picked at a small satchel of herbs.
"You could do better. And it's in the nature of our people to not accept failure. So why are you so accepting of me?" he turned then, the reddened eyes clouded by anger... and seeming almost dazed. "If you're trying to gain something from me, I have nothing to give."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:44 pm
Aranea got to her feet as well, moving beside him at the desk, a hand moving out and resting on his arm closest to her;
'Stop. Feles please don't do this. You are not a failure. I would not bestow my love on a failure,' she said, looking into his eyes...his pupils which seemed more dilated then they should be.
'Feles..' she hissed.
'What have you been taking?' she looked from him to the herbs in the satchel. Was he drugged? That might explain his paranoia.
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