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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:03 pm
 Kinetar has no children of his own, but you wouldn't know that from talking to him. He loves his adopted sons with all that he has. Bren is his pride and joy and makes every day a happy occasion. Ching worries him, and Kinetar is always trying to figure out some way to make the boy feel more included. He is a doting and loving father.
Promised to Sunchaser!
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:04 pm
  
Parents: Ashia and Thanatos
A gift from Jez, Sokka has always wondered why he was abandoned. But he never has time to dwell on that. After all, who can mope when the moment he sits, he gets pounced on by his best friend. Honey Jade has been with him almost since he was left with Calandra. They're so close, they even shared the same dream. He loves her, and to hear him talk about her, you'd think he was in love with her, but he isn't. She's much more like his little sister then a mate. The idea of her as a mate actually makes him laugh. But he does love her. With her, he is a version of himself that he isn't with anyone else. She breaks his formal vainer and gets to his wilder rougher side. And he needs that sometimes. However it's as much a stress to be trapped in that facet of himself as it is to never show it. He loves Honey Jade but he needs a break, even if just to sleep.
Around all other females, he is overly polite. He sees women as gems, jewels, precious, rare and special. He thinks that females need to be constantly reminded of how amazing they are, not because they might be insecure, but because they deserve it. However, while he will always be polite to every women, some he has met have honestly freaked him out. He has discovered that vampires and demons make him nervous, and that he does not much care for anyone who enjoys the darker pleasures in life. He is a good, pure soul, and gravitates towards others who are the same.
He is promised to Divena.
Logs:
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 1
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 2
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 3
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 4
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 5
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 6
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 7
Honey Jade and Sokka Play Log 8
With HJ - We Got big! - 1
With HJ - We Got big! - 2
With HJ - We Got big! - 3
With HJ - We Got big! - 4
With HJ - We Got big! - 5
With HJ - We Got big! - 6
With HJ - We Got big! - 7
With HJ - We Got big! - 8
With HJ - We Got big! - 9
With HJ - We Got big! - 10
With HJ - We Got big! - 11
With HJ - We Got big! - 12
With Varda (Divena) 1
With Varda (Divena) 2
With Varda (Divena) 3
With Varda (Divena) 4
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With Varda (Divena) 10
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:05 pm
Takako. She had been human once. Normal once. A teen aged girl with flaws, fears, a fragile heart, and a genuine desire to do good. And then seven men entered her life, and one of them, Hayate, entered her heart. They told her that she had to be a pretear, had to help them save the leafe, the life energy, of the world. She was scared. The battles were dangerous. How many times had they nearly died? But Hayate smiled, encouraged her, and she believed she loved him, thought he would too. She confessed her love, and had her heart broken. But the powers of Pretear stem from the heart. Hers was filled with pain, sorrow, sadness, hurt, anger, and the darkness filled her. She became what she had needed the courage to fight. She went from the princess of light to the Disaster Queen. Saihi Fenril.
Revenge. She wanted to hurt Hayate, not just kill him, no, he deserved worse, she wanted to make him suffer the way she had suffered. She needed power to do that, power, and a puppet.
The heart is the wellspring of power for both Pretear and Fenril, so she saught, and found the girl with the strongest heart she could locate. Himeno Awayuki. Such potential, so brimming with power, and in such a perfect situation. Her father had remarried, and her step family? Horrible to her. The step mother could have been out of a fairy tale, at least, after Takako finished putting spin on it. One sister ignored her outright, and the other actively took joy in trying to hurt or embarrass her.
And so Takako used her knew powers to change her appearance, and became a maid for the Awayuki family. She spent time working, cozying up to Himeno, earning her trust. She needed that trust, needed Himeno vulnerable to her poisoned words. And it was working. Always she was there. When Mayune broke Himeno's chair, there was Takako, acting as the maid Mikage, with a new chair. When Himeno missed breakfast, she brought her some. When Himeno was going to be late, she reminded her of the time. Just late enough to ensure that the family would leave without her, of course. Always there, always subtly reminding Himeno that she needed her, that she could depend on her, only on her. It was working.
And then...one day... Himeno showed up... with those cursed knights. They had seen the same potential that Fenril had, but they had turned her first. She was Pretear. Well played. But the game was not yet over, she would have her revenge. No more the small attacks to make them think she was weak, that they had her full attention. She attacked more strongly, trying to make Himeno feel the fear that she had felt. The terror, knowing she could die, and for what? For seven strangers who could so easily replace her, as Takako herself had replaced the Fenril that she had fought.
Himeno ran. The first battle, Himeno ran. Triumph surged through Takako, but then Himeno stopped, and ran back. She preted with that horrible Hayate. But her little demon larvae made sure he took a good strong hit. Too soon to kill him, of course. But after the battle, when she allowed them to defeat her minion, when the pret had broken, Hayate was short with Himeno. He pushed her away. Takako had been overjoyed. She had already hurt him! Gone was the smiling encouraging Hayate from her memories.
But Himeno was a persistent brat, and Takako realized that she would have to find another target. Another puppet. Especially a Himeno took to practicing, got stronger. Thankfully another good target was near bye. Not as perfect as Himeno, but there was no way that Mawata was going to be a princes of light.
So Mikage started tending to the isolated sister. How could she have missed all that delicious dark pain? Mawata had never healed from her father's death, and now her insensitive mother had gone and remarried. And Himeno, her new step sister, she still had her father, and didn't appreciate what she had.
Mawata resisted her, however. Something had shielded her heart. And the answer came back to those blasted knights. She was in love with Sasame, the sound knight. The fool girl. Well, Takako knew how poorly loving a knight worked out. She just needed to find the best way to crush the girl's dream.
Meanwhile she had other problems. Hayate, the stone cold wind knight who had rejected her, he was taking an interest in Himeno. Too much of one. So Mikage reasserted her efforts, focusing on Himeno again, chipping away at her self esteem, both as Mikage, and as Fenril. Oh and keeping her so stressed at home, that had almost been fun. Himeno had chosen to hide the Knights and their presence in her life. It was almost too easy to show up with a blanket when she knew the new ice knight was sleeping in Himeno's bed. When Hayate went and got himself a job working for Himeno's father, so easy to send her and her love confession into the wrong room. Takako still did not know why that hadn't worked better. It annoyed her.
Soon however, soon her efforts bore fruit with Himeno. The girl was so over stressed over burdened that the seeds of doubt took root in her heart at long last. The power of ptretear comes from the heart, and hers had faltered. She could no longer create leafe, heal, or pret. She was useless to the knights. A great day.
They should have abandoned her then. Hayate especially, but they didn't. She only grew closer to them. Sasame, Sasame... he had gotten quite hurt then. For some reason he had come directly at her. But she hadn't killed him. Oh they would all have to die eventually, but Hayate first, and he still hadn't suffered enough.
But how, how to make this work? So many things now balanced on a knife's edge. Himeno, Mawata. So much power to gain. Or to loose. She had to figure something out. Sasame... something about him....
A plan began to form then. A dangerous plan, very risky... but of course... it could become nothing. They had claimed to have loved, her needed her, that she was special. But then they replaced her. So maybe none of them would recognize her as Mikage. So to see, she walked through the house when she knew the knights were present, the children didn't matter, they had never seen her as Takako. But Sasame.. yes... he would make a good test. So she passed him. And he knew her. At once. Spoke to her. Oh his words were spoken as if about some one removed from that hall way, but they both knew what he had been saying. Claiming he wanted to save her, that he regretted what had happened. She didn't believe him, of course. That's how these knights were. That was how they got her the first time.
And then the others showed up, and she was said for who she was. Her secret was out, and her hopes of claiming Himeno were about to either be realized, or snapped like a thread of spiderweb. Go shot a fire bolt at Fenril in anger, but it was deflected, surprisingly enough, not by her own power. Sasame shielded her with a sound shield. How interesting. But why? How far would they go for this ruse? To pretend that they wanted to save her? She had already fallen for that once, not again.
However, the next words he spoke did not fit into her expectations. He told her that he understood that she could no longer turn back. He faced her, approached her, he removed his leafe metal, the sign of his knighthood, from his ear and dropped it to the floor. the only sound until he spoke again, was the sound of it bouncing.
Sasame told Fenril that he would abandon his knighhood for her. What game was he playing? Were they playing. The others, they had to be in on it, right? She narrowed her eyes, wondering where the trap was, what the game was. Were they still pretending they wanted to heal her, that they cared? Or was this their gambit to finally kill her? Hayate, of course this was probably his idea to begin with...
Hayate's face seemed blank while Sasame repeated again that he would give up his ties with his fellow knights.He swore he would vow his allegiance to her, an only her. Then Hayate started to question him, and Sasame cut him off, saying how back then he loved her, how even in that moment, he loved her still. and it was a trap, It had to be. Love... he could have saved her back then if that had been true. Would she have become Fenril, if he had loved her, told her he loved her then? He went on then, about how he had to lie to himself, hide his feelings because she didn't see him that way, didn't have eyes for him. Through all of this, she did her best to keep her face impassive. She still had not yet found the trap, she would not let them think it had worked. He vowed his love for her again, and swore to be her knight once more, not as the Leafe Knight of sound, but as a knight of darkness.
She reacted, some. She could not help it. True or false, even knowing this as a trap... there might be potential here. Or... was that what they had wanted her to think? She closed her eyes, felt tears forming. She wanted to believe him. Wanted so badly to believe him. But no.... no that was the trap. And she'd prove it.
She opened her eyes and arms, telling him she would answer, and then send dark energy towards them all. Her energy washed over all of them. It pushed back Himeno and the others, to the point they could not remain upright. But Sasame... Sasame stood as a light house against a wave. Unmoving, unbent.
That... should not be possible... unless. She felt herself succumbing. She wanted to believe, so badly. But that was a weakness she dare not show. She blew out the windows with another wave of power, and vanished. Her heart, her hatred, that was her power. She could not let it waver, that was the nature of their pretty trap.
Still, as she left, she granted him a small boon in those dark waves. A small power. If he took it, it might plant the seed in his heart, maybe tun the lie to truth. But she doubted he would use it, she was sure he would retrieve his leafe metal and continue using the powers of light and life for all he claimed willingness to serve the darkness.
In the meantime, Fenril collected herself and watched as the knights decided that Himeno should move away for a while, or maybe Himeno suggested it to keep her family safe. Either way, no one seemed to realize that Fenril had been following two potential puppets in the Awayuki house. Yes, Himeno was now denied her, but with the knights gone, she could be more open in her approaches to Mawata. At the moment, that seemed the best action to take, and it helped her not to think about Sasame over much. With Mawata she could simply focus on hatred, and on revenge.
But still Mawata resisted. Limp in her chair, eyes dead, she should have been the perfect puppet for Fenril, however something, some force was keeping her at bay. Some connection she still had to the world. And that connection came back to the very person she did not want to think about, Sasame. Mawata's continued infatuation. Fenril resited the urge to laugh. How would the little puppet have felt if only she had head him just before, pledging his life and love to the Queen of Darkness. She paused. Maybe their trap could be sprung against them. Yes, maybe Sasame could be of use to her. And she would pretend to believe him... to a point. It was safe to pretend. So long as she constantly reminded herself that all it was, was pretending.
So, as the heavy rain fell, she waited for Sasame in the place he knew she would come, the place that Hayate had shattered her heart, the spot where she had become the Disaster Queen. He would come, and she would spin her own trap neatly around him.
She allowed herself the fantasy that she had been pleased to see him, that she had believed his words. It was a lie, they both knew it, but it made the lie easier for him to swallow. They were baiting each other's hooks, but she would catch the bigger fish.
The true use for him would be Mawata, of course. However, first she had to test him, let him prove it was not a trap after all. He would not be able to. Her conditions were simple. "Kill Hayate." She knew he would not. But when he defaulted, perhaps she could still find a use. After all, Hayate was in Leafania, the place where she had been imprisoned, the one place she could not go on her own. When he defaulted, well, she would still be there, she could still drink that place so deliciously dry of Leafe.
And with that much power, who could stop her. She might not even need Sasame, with that much power she might be able to take a male form for the first time, his, to destroy Mawata all on her own.
From the first shot, however, he surprised her. Not that she was willing to admit it, yet. He took an honest shot at Hayate. No, Hayate dodged. If he had really been trying to kill him, he would have been destroyed, not just that little play house, right? She tried to convince herself, but she no longer was sure which side she was trying to convince herself towards. Believing him, or not.
She took a deep breath, and made her entrance, pushing her conflicting emotions aside. Now was a time to act. Now was a time for revenge. She laughed, picturing Hayate, broken, pleading and bleeding, begging for her forgiveness. The laughter came easily. It was her planed and practiced response.
She watched them as Sasame told the knights why he had brought her to their most sacred space, what she had told him he must do to prove his love. He ordered Hayate to fight, and when he refused, Sasame attacked Hayate and Himeno both. The intensity of the attack surprised her, but all other emotions were driven away by Hayate's response. For Himeno he would fight. For Himeno he got angry. How dare he love Himeno? How dare he have rejected her and then fallen for this one. Rage filled her again. A good comforting helpful rage. She held onto it, watching the battle unfold.
The other knights had to go and try to interfere, of course. So she had to divert her attention from the battle, to keeping them at bay. She was not going to let Sasame claim that unfair odds were why he lost. No, if he wanted to prove this, then let him prove it. Besides, they all knew he wasn't actually going to kill Hayate. But, perhaps the mock battle, or maybe even real battle, which was possible, would leave him weak enough for her to finish the job herself. Maybe she would reach onto his chest and rip out his heart, as he had once done to her.
Once she had Himeno and the other knights contained, she decided to up the stakes, to give them real weapons. Not their so called powers. She summoned forth two great dark crystal blades. What would these do to the knights, she wondered. Would just using them be enough to tip the balance of their hearts to her, would bleeding on them do the same, or were they perhaps just big and sharp. She didn't know, and couldn't wait to find out.
She threw the swords into the ground before him and ordered Sasame to take his. She was surprised at his easy obedience, but did not let it show. How far were they willing to take this ruse? She heard Sasame tell Hayate to fight him with all he had, threatened Himeno. And that was when Fenril began to suspect an entirely different dimension to the trap. What if Sasame had meant to martyr himself? Yes she could see that. More convincing if Hayate wasn't on the inside of the plan. If Hayate dealt him a death blow, how could she doubt his so called love? And his death would break her hatred. No, she decided, should it come to that, she would let it fuel her hatred. If he died for her, then she would allow herself to love him, if only so that she could hate Hayate all the more for taking the life of the first man to truly care about her.
She watched the fight with growing unease. Something was off. Something was Amiss. and the more they fought the more angry she became. Angry at Hayate for not just dying, angry at Sasame for playing whatever game he was playing. And then Sasame threw his sword up, and she thought the trap was finally spring, and she braced herself for them to both attack her. But when Sasame used his sound wave, it was at Hayate, driving him back, making him loose his own sword. Fenril watched, her eyes widening slightly. If Sasame really was on her side, that was a brilliant move. In just a moment, Sasame had caught his sword again and was charging Hayate. The wind knight rushed to reclaim his own but was too late. Sasame was about to run Hayate through.
She wanted him to. She kept reminding herself that. This was the end he deserved, he betrayed her love, he'd be killed by one he loved. This was her revenge. He's pay for the pain she felt that day, the pain she was feeling now. IT was different this pain, and there was a fear. None of it made sense. Hayate was about to die, she was about to win, why should she fear. And why... wasn't he dead yet? Sasame stood there, frozen, not dealing the final blow.
She went to them and picked up Hayate's sword herself, her voice shaking with emotion. She was upset, angry, betrayed, hurt, and oddly, the smallest bit relieved. No, she told herself, no she was only relieved that the trap was laid bare once and for all. Sasame had no intention to kill Hayate. He never did. The power of love was, as it always was, a lie.
She cast aside Hayte's sword, refusing to acknowledge that she had actually given him one as well, that she had insured a fair fight rather then a slaughter. She tried to remind herself that she had wanted to see him weak, pathetic, frail before he died. An assassination would have been too quick.
She forced her voice and emotions under control. She would have the truth from them once and for all. She lifted the blade of Sasame's sword as he held the hilt, and put it to her own throat. She demanded his true intentions. If they intended her demise, they'd have no better opportunity. They'd reveal their hand, but they could not pass up the chance, could they? But he was not without defenses. She had ready several demon larvae to attack the knights and drain the leafe she would need to heal. Leafania was so filled with leafe, pure undiluted, clean leafe, that she knew anything that didn't kill her instantly, she could recover from. But they were Leafe knights, they had never taken Leafe by force, they did not know how strong it could be that way, when one took all of it, without caring to spare the land. She would survive, and she would have her true answer. She told him that if his heart was with the knights, he should kill her, but if his heart was truly hers, he should kill Hayate. It did not take a psychic to know that the Wind knight would not perish that day. Sasame would not kill him. Soon, she knew, his betrayal would add to Hayate's and her hatred would only make her stronger.
She watched his eyes set as he pulled his sword away from her neck, out of her long fingers. He turned towards Hayate and charged. She watched the sword near his mark. He truly was willing to kill Hayate for her. Maybe... maybe he did love her.. maybe.
She thrust her power at Hayate before the killing blow could land. Yes, she wanted him dead, she reminded herself of that, but if Sasame were truly on her side, then she could make him suffer so much more before she had Sasame kill him. She told Sasame that she had changed her mind, that she wanted him to suffer first, but that wasn't her changing her mind. Was it? After all, that was what he had told herself every other time she had stayed her hand, had stopped just short of killing him. Oh if she had wanted to, fully wanted to, he could have been dead a hundred times over by now. No, first he had to suffer more. When he had suffered enough, she would know, because the thought of his imminent death would bring her peace. That the thought of him dying still hurt so much... well that clearly meant that the debt was not yet paid. More. He had to suffer more. The thought of that moment of peace when he had paid and died made her smile. She longed for it.
She turned to Sasame, the smile fading, though inside she was thinking fast. Here ws an opportunity to hurt Hayate and assure Sasame's loyalty at once. She opened her arms to him and spoke in a ritualistic way, confirming for any knights too slow witted to get it on their own, that he was now her servant, and that she was granting him powers now, powers beyond that of a mere knight.
He stepped into her arms and she closed hers around him. He closed his eyes and told her that he had been waiting for this moment. She refused to let her face betray any emotion. She could not react to his words, not now. She needed to be strong, so she closed off her heart, keeping only the pain and hatred that fueled her powers. And not just hers. She began drawing from Leafania as well, drinking it in to gather the strength she would need. The trick was to give him enough power to destroy the knights, without making him stronger then she was, and without weakening herself. Something only possible in a place like leafania, where the leafe was in such abundance it was almost begging to be harvested.
She drew all that raw leafe into a sphere around them, noticing that the knights had erected a shield to protect themselves and their precious new pretear, Himeno. Almost a shame, but then, if she had drained them dry too, they would have missed the show. And this was all for them, after all, for they're betray as well as Hayate's for using her.... they would see the world destroyed. She now had the key to unlock her puppet's heart. She used the new energy to transform him, fill him with dark abilities, and make him clearly hers.
She told him to come along, heard Himeno call to him, beg him, it was pathetic. An he told Himeno that the knight she had known as Sasame was already dead. Takako refused to let any emotions show at that but... wasn't that who he claimed had fallen in love with her? Was he saying that she had killed him? Well fine, he wanted to act that way, as though he was just a puppet. Fine. She would remember that, use that. He wanted to claim that he had died, that the him who served her was not actually him, fine. It was jut more proof. Whatever he was up to, whatever he was doing, he did not actually love her. An that was fine. Anger, hatred, rage, they all fueled her powers. She felt stronger then ever. They would all suffer, all of them. And Sasame, well, it was just as well. After all, the task she had planned for him... the old Sasame never would have gone for.
She threw out a number of demon larvae at the knights. She wanted them to think this was the extent of her plans. That was always the game, to be underestimated, to stay a dozen steps ahead. And she left tom so busy fighting worthless pawns that she could continue to move about as she pleased, unhindered.
She listened to Sasame talk at her, while she planned her next moves. And in some ways... it was good. She hadn't realized just how lonely she had been, but he was distracting, dangerously so, and he shook at the core of her hate. HE didn't sound like some one who had claimed to have died. He waxed poetic, pledged his allegiance and love to her, vowed to be at her side always. And there was a apart of her that wanted to believe him, wanted to lie the lie he offered, but what then? Villains didn't get happily ever afters, not when the so called hero was still alive. No, she had come this far for her revenge, she would have it.She kept her heart as hard as she could, she reminded him that she was the evil one, that she was using him. His soft words... were way too dangerous. Everything she had worked so hard for.. all of it would dissolve, she knew, the moment she believed him, that she let herself be loved and love in return.
Still he kept telling her that he loved her, offered to die just to sait a moment's hunger, kept insisting that he had loved her before, back when she had thought she loved Hayate. She told him she didn't love him, she couldn't let herself love him, and finally, when his words ere too close, too strong, she sent him away. If he had stayed... she would have broken, would have given in. He had shaken her, badly. She... she was afraid to accept his love. All she had was her power, her revenge, and him. To give up everything to believe him... she was not that strong. She wasn't. No. Her revenge had to come first, and soon. Sasame was a dangerous new element in the game, a sword that cut her to the heart, even as she wielded it to pierce Mawata's. Mawata, yes. Mawata, it was time...
She heard him leaving, doing as she said, and her heart clenched. She was going to be alone... again. Before she could think of Mawata, her revenge, her great plans, her body was moving. She rand to him, clung to the back of his cloak. She couldn't be alone again. Even as dangerous as he was... she couldn't handle that loneliness. not again.
She had to act, and soon. She needed her dark puppet. So it was time to make Sasame work, finally prove himself. She told him the plan and watched for the moment Mawata was so desperate, so vulnerable, and then sent him in to her. A truly evil, irredeemable act, once he did this... he to would be like her, they would be the same. Unforgivable.
While he was doing his part, Takako set out to do hers, the frontal assault on the house hold. They would meet, and they would destroy Mawata, her so called family unable to do a thing to save her. She walked, leaving destruction in her wake. The annoying girl who had a habit of abducting the knights, who went about something with so much potential all for the sake of an imagined romance, she tried to stop her. Fenril kept walking, leaving Deamon Larvae in her wake, and the sounds of the screams of terror were music to her ears. Here, now, she was able to put away the confusion and the longing. She was able to remind herself that she had chosen to be evil, and she could enjoy the reactions she caused.
With a laugh she rose from the ground, and seemed to vanish. Let the fools wonder.
Fenril watched, hidden, as the next part played out. For this part she was witness only. Her time was coming. Hayate would be the witness, the one watching, when she made her dark puppet. So she watched Himeno fight to save her family, monsters that Takako with all her glorious dark power, could have sent away in a moment. Watched as Sasame and Mawata appeared on the roof. The dark anger and distance in Mawata's eyes. the panic on everyone else's faces. A brilliant scene, and like an actress, she waited to take the stage and play her part. Finally, finally Hayate would see what he had wrought. She was a fenril far worse then the one she had fought for them. This was the perfect revenge. She would destroy the world.
And finally her cue. Thrilling speech Mawata, wonderful. And she only went and stirred up her own darkness, tying all her light to her love for Sasame, and drowning in it. When Mawata announced to everyone that she was alright because of him, okay only because she had him, that was the time to snap the last tether holding the girl's heart to the light. Finally all those poisoned words whispered as Mikage would pay off. He took his cue. At her appearance, he rose towards her, abandoning poor little Mawata. She melted into his embrace, reminding herself that it had to be convincing, so she could let herself enjoy, just a small bit.
Still... still she had not broken, but so close. So very close. Takako smiled and delivered the death blow, her first kiss carried a new sweetness. It was a first kiss, and it sealed her victory. She could almost hear Mawata shatter.
When the girl fell limp to the flat roof, Takako knew the time was right. In part to deliver her message, in part to convince herself that a kiss meant nothing, as she was still giddy from the one that Sasame had granted her, she kissed Mawata as she slipped her hand within, to that oh so shattered heart. She and Mawata were the same now. Completely alone, betrayed right after a confession. Alone. She withdrew from Mawata her fear, despair, loneliness. A great shining orb, and it was perhaps the most beautiful shining thing she had ever seen. She held it to herself. This was her own emotions in their purest form, and this was the key to the power she had sought. Her puppet was complete.
She fed the sphere, grew it, and enveloped Mawata in it. The girl should no longer be able to hear or see or feel. She was free from pain, free from betrayal, and she wold feed the great tree of Fenril. Finally everything was coming together. Takako summoned the power she could not have summoned before. It needed two dark hearts, one to feed it, one to rule it. She fed Mawata into it as it grew up around her, rooted in the household. With Mawata to fuel it, the great tree grew, and began to fulfill it's destiny, to drain the leafe of the world, to feed it all to her.
Takako listened to demands and pleas to free Mawata. Didn't they understand that Mawata was already free? Fine, let them try, let them think family and love could save her. There was no saving Mawata. She would happily watch them try and fail, breaking themselves upon the shores of hope the crumble to sand and dust themselves.
A throne for herself, she sat on high to watch the end of the world. Sasame stood at her side, and she wasn't alone. He told her how she was getting what she always had wished, what she wanted. That the world was ending, the world that had hurt her so. And she agreed. Soon there would be no more pain, no hurt, no betrayal, no hatred. So why... why did it feel so hollow? Moments before she had been giddy with her victory. Now, on the cusp of it. why did she feel so empty?
"No more love," Sasame said. A gasp escaped her,a nd she didn't know why that hit her so hard. Of course there would be no more love. There would be no more anything. But... if Sasame was beside her... because he claimed to love her... would she soon be alone again? She laughed, pushing the pain aside. The laughter felt forced, and she could hear it tremble. She told him that her heart was beating, and acted as though she was excited, but even she could not escape the fact that it was fear, not joy that was moving her now. But, she was poised to claim her victory. Why should she feel afraid now? Revenge soon, and not just on Hayate, on the whole world that had conspired to hurt her. To her Mawata. Soon, very soon, no one would hurt, not ever again.
She brought up an image of them still fighting in vain to save Mawata, and it cheered her.But just for a moment. Why had they not given up yet? It was clear that it was useless, why had they not gone to save themselves? She waited. Soon they should give up and hate her, hate Sasame. Hate them for what they did. They should hate and let their hatred fuel the tree. Why did they keep trying? It was so much easier to hate, then to keep hurting yourself for the sake of another. For some reason, watching them try, watching them not give over to the same hate that had consumed her 16 years ago, enraged Takako.
Fury filled her. She rose, planning to give them another reason to hate. It was impossible, and hatred was the best answer when faced with an impossible task, she knew. And yet before she could Strike Sasame rose, and said he would take care of it himself. She watched him go and shuddered, holding her arms. Alone. Once again she was alone. She stood, watched Mawata's so called family struggle to free her. Didn't they know they were too late? The time to help had passed, there was no reason to fight, soon they too would be all alone. Just like Mawata, just like Takako herself.
And then Himeno appeared, alone, without os much as a knight to protect her. Takako hid her sorry and loneliness. Here was a situation she knew and understood. Here was the girl who had taken her place, the girl that Hayate loved. Here was something she could do, and in toying with Himeno until Sasame returned, well, then that could hardly count as being alone. Yes, she would focus on Himeno.
She berated the girl, pointed out her hopelessness, and yet Himeno persisted in trying to attack Takako, not with weapons or Leafe or magic, with words. She started undercutting all the pillars on which Takako had built the shield around her broken heart, she defended Hayate. On and on, Himeno extolled the virtues of her beloved wind Knight. Fury filled Takako, and fueled her power, and she aimed that power at Himeno, better to be lonely even, then to listen to any more hymns sung to the glory of the betrayer. She blasted the girl, slammed her hard, watched her crumple, and still the pink haired optimist continued to speak, so sure that her way of thinking was right, was the only way. What did she know? she had never been betrayed, she was never sealed away. What right did she have?
Friends, family? Trust? Did Himeno really expect Takako to believe any of that? Friends and family betrayed each other all the time. Trust was a pillar of sugar cubes, a single glass of water could send it toppling, broken forever. She wanted to see how easily weak words like trust and love could break, then Takako would happily show her. She channeled the power of the great tree into the scry stone that she had used to observe the ongoing futile attempts to free Mawata. Power laced through it and to the so called family, knocking them back. Takako smiled, watching, waiting for the moment that would turn and run, abandoning Mawata now as they had so many times before, for much pettier, smaller reasons.
Takako tared as they rose and moved, not away, to safety, or the illusion of it, at any rate, but back to Mawata. Despite the pain, the futility, they were still trying. Why? It made no sense. Why? Takako watched Himeno struggle against the raw energies around the mirror. It wasn't even where Mawata was, but she fought so hard, injured herself so much, and for what? To touch a reflection? Why? Why wasn't the tree stopping them? And then... Himeno touched the mirror... It wasn't possible. It was not possible, that the tree was dying. Mawata stumbled out, her caccon of hatred, misery and solitude, broken.
Takako felt her leaved, looked at the mirror... and saw the impossible. Mawata was smiling. How? That wasn't possible. She had hurt so much, her pain had been so much greater then Takako's own. It wasn't possible. Takako had worked so hard, and Mawata had already been so miserable. How could she smile? How could she let go of her hate? She had been so much worse off then Takako had been. They were together, the same, they were both unloved, would never be loved... and now... Mawata.. smiling, going off with family, being held and supported. How come she was allowed to heal, she who had been so much worse off... and what did it mean that Takako still hadn't? Now there was no dark puppet, she didn't know where Sasame was.. she... she was alone... again...alone. No.... Sasame... he said he loved her... even if it was a lie... she needed that lie...she couldn't be alone... Sasame.. she had to find Sasame....
And then... at her call he was there. Suddanly, all at once, Hayate was slumped on the ground, too weak to move, and Sasame was beside her. She had her revenge, she wasn't alone...
But.. she didn't... Hayate was still alive. Why was he still alive? Why hadn't Sasame killed him, he said he loved her, why wouldn't he do this and prove it already? She wanted to believe, she wanted anything other then that loneliness, but he wasn't killing them, why wasn't he killing them? And then finally he went to them, went to do as she asked and Himeno... why did she still have power over him? Why did her words still make Sasame pause? And Himeno, the words she was saying... the same idealistic optimistic pretear nonsense as before. How could she think she understood, that she knew what Takako wanted. But Sasame paused, listened to her, and that was how Takako knew.
Sorrow was overwhelming her, she couldn't think straight. All she wanted was for it to be over already. Sasame could make it all go away, if he would just shut Himeno up, if he would just make the girl stop talking long enough for Takako to think... but he wouldn't. Because he didn't really love her.
She had told herself that, from the first time he confessed his so called love. She had kept reminding herself that it was a trap, that he had been waiting to destroy her. But like this? She thought he had locked away her heart, that all she had left was hatred and revenge, but he had pulled through all of that, and brought back the pain and the loneliness. He was going to rip her heart out. That was how they were going to kill her.
She was alone. Abandoned. Again. She felt dark energy fill her, but not her own this time. The tree. Her tree. It was looking for a new source of energy, Mawata was gone. She felt it pulling, it wanted her. She laughed. It wanted her, but at least she knew why. And she wouldn't feel any more. She wondered if anyone one would fight so hard to free her, would she be able to smile after? But she knew no one would free her. She would float forever, unable to feel.
The tree was coming for her and then... she heard the impact, she felt it, but as if at a remove, and she felt the tree pull away as leafe spilled. But she could still feel. Slowly she turned, trying to figure out what happened. She felt as though everything had slowed, not just her. Sasame was right behind her, his back covered in blood. The Leafe escaping was his, the Leafe that a knight needed just to live. As he fell, he told her that he was her knight and hers only. But... it made no sense.. why was he hurt? Why was he still speaking like he was in love?
She staggered over and sank down beside him, head spinning. None of it made sense. He was laying there, dying, and he was talking about how he never betrayed her, how he wanted to share her sin, her pain, her path. Why wasn't he worrying about getting healed first? Why wasn't anyone trying to help him?
Tears filled her eyes as she listened to him talk. As he apologized for not saving her, protecting her sixteen years ago. He... he had saved her now... the tree... attacked him, because he had shielded her... he was dying... to protect her... and still... could...could it actually not be an act?
"Now I can be your knight... forever," he told her. She felt it go... like the wind that blew away the remains of his darkness and made him once more a knight of sound, like the wind that blew away the remainders of her dark power and rendered her once more Takako, she felt the loneliness, the isolation, the hatred... she felt it blown away, gone. He really.... really did love her. And had for some time. He loved her... and... he was going to die...
Sasame... he... he couldn't die. Not now... not like this. He couldn't leave her... he loved her.. she wanted that love, wanted to love him back, wanted to have the feeling of being there for each other, depending on each other. She wanted some one to trust. Sasame...
She asked him... what...what could she do? She wanted to help him, to heal him, to do something, to give him back some of the healing he gave her. His reply were more words to heal her. To help her.
He and Himeno spoke and.. it sounded like good byes. But... it couldn't be. No, he couldn't die. She needed him she... she loved him.... She couldn't lose him, not now, not so soon after she realized her own heart. No.... All that time she had wasted, pointless. No. Sasame...
"Smile." that was what he asked of her. He wanted to see her smile one last time. All the things he could have asked for, and he wanted the one thing she had not honestly been able to give in 16 years. A smile. She tried. For him, for all he did for her, she tried. Through her tears she forced her lips into a small smile. "The Takako I knew is back," he said softly, smiling himself. "Takako who belongs only to me."
She felt him... when he was no longer there... she called and called to him, clung to his too still form, but Sasame would not open his eyes. She finally sat back, crying. She knew whose fault this was. No longer in her heart did she want revenge. The one to blame, the one whose fault it was... was her. And all she wanted... all she really wanted... was to have Sasame back. She'd give anything. She'd do anything. She knew... knew that she had done so much evil... done wrong and that she deserved to be punished, but this? What had Sasame done wrong? She was the one who should be punished! Not Sasame! She collapsed over his body, crying, making rash promises to whatever power might be listening. Any thing, anything, if only he'd come back.
Sasame's body began to glow. Hope filled Takako then. She had been heard, he would come back. She would gladly take any punishment... but before her eyes the glow gave way with a soft pop...and his leafe spread out in all directions.... and he was completely and truly gone.
She stood. It was over... he was gone. He paid the penance for her crimes. And now she truly was alone. Completely alone. There was not a person left alive who had reason to care for her. her sorrow surrounded her. She felt the tree respond to it... but she no longer cared. Let the tree take her, there was no point any more. She had caused all this, and Sasame was gone.
Takako was vaguely aware of the world, seeing as if through a veil thicker then jut her tears. She saw Himeno trying to save her. But why? What was she to Himeno? an Enemy. She had caused all this. She heard Himeno, words about how no one was wrong, how every one wanted to be loved. Takako wanted to believe, her but even if she did, what was the point. Sasame... Sasame was gone... Himeno begged her to live to want to live. Yelled at her that Sasame wanted her to live on. Takako heard her words but... she couldn't fight. She understood now, why Mawata had been able to smile, why Himeno could never have been a puppet after all. They were strong. They had a will to fight, even when fighting seemed hopeless.. Himeno never gave up. Takako... she was not Himeno. She couldn't keep fighting. And.. she wasn't worth saving. Why didn't Himeno see that and save herself?
Takako watched as Hayate shielded Himeno from the tree's attack, watched them repeat what had just happened with her and Sasame. This was going to be it, the end. Himeno loved Hayate, clearly. Takako could see that, and now he was going to die defending her, as Sasame had died defending Takako. And soon Takako wouldn't be alone. Soon Himeno too would be consumed by her despair.
The glow came, as it had with Sasame, and Takako didn't want to watch. Sixteen years wanting Hayate's death and now that it was here, all she felt was sorrow.
The glow wasn't Hayate however. Himeno wasn't shining with despair, she was shining with leafe. Takako stared, transfixed, as Himeno set down Hayate and stood, glowing and shining.
And then, without Hayate, without any Leafe knight at all, Himeno became pretear. The tree shifted, attracted to the energy Himeno was exuding. Takako was stuck as the tree changed around her, rock like bowls crushing her devouring her. And suddenly, sharply, fiercely, Takako wanted to live. She reached for Himeno and called out. Maybe... maybe there was a reason to go on, to hope... but she wuld never find it devoured by the great tree of fenril. She reached but this time.. Himeno couldn't do it.. not fast enough. and the world went dark.
And then she was falling. The sky was bright and blue as the sky in Leafania had once been. There was no tree, no crushing weight. Just a descent through a thermal of warm healing Leafe. Takako knew... knew that the only way this could have happened, for Himeno to have become pretear without a knight, to defeat the tree, to send this much Leafe through the air... Himeno had become the legendary snow white pretear.
No sooner had Takako thought that then she saw Himeno descending, reaching for her. They joined hands and their descent became more controlled. Gentle. Despite everything Takako had done, Himeno still wanted to save her, still accepted her, forgave her. Himeno still took her hand, and it was warm in Takako's. For a moment... Takako felt like... like maybe she wouldn't be alone... after all.
Takako stepped gently onto the ground, and stared at the snow of Leafe all around her. Not the red snow that had heralded her attacks a Fenril, but the pure white snow of the Princess of Light. She turned to face Homeno again, but the hands holding hers weren't Himeno's. Takako's eyes went wide when she saw Sasame.
TBC When I can rp this part out with Div, who owns Sasame.
Mate: Sasame
Logs:
Attacking Xiao 1
Attacking Xiao 2
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:09 pm
   Calm in a crisis, level headed and able to think, he knows himself to be completely different once the pressure is off.
Promised to Sun!
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:10 pm
She has an Eeyore like problem. Ponies keep knocking her house down! It doesn't help that she stinks at rebuilding it, nor that she lives in the chaotic land known as Nightmare Valley. Lav has been kicked when she was down enough times that she distrusts far more easily then she trusts. She's desperately lonely, but afraid to let anyone near. Now she has met Taggert, who is confusing her to no end. He seems to earnestly want to help her, and while claiming to be a price, got himself quite filthy trying to repair her home. She wants to trust him, wants to like him, but she is so terribly afraid that her happiness is an ephemeral soap bubble, waiting to peak to pop.
Promised to Shorty
Mate to be: Taggert
Logs:
Log 1 with Daemon (Divena)
Log 2 With Daemon (Divena)
Log 3 with Daemon (Divena)
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:10 pm
  
She has always had pretty extreme luck. Extremely good or extremely bad. It had been bad luck to be captured by that horrible pony, dragged upon the cruise ship and have him mangle her tail. It had been extremely good luck that there had been a healer on board, and that the ponies who had stayed with her had been nice. More then nice... One of them, Zane, had made her smile, even when she was at her lowest point. It was bad luck to be separated from him after, but quite good luck indeed the way she found him again. She is discovering that she loves him, and is looking forward to all the good luck that brings.
Mate: Zane (Jez)
With Zane 1
With Zane 2
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:14 pm
Mated to Donovan (Div) Personality based on Mookie's Deegans.
She foiled the plot with foil. Yes. This is the level of the humor, folks. If you care about your sanity, like, at all. Flee. OR flea, if you prefer to hop.Entry that won her and her mate for us: Quote: Miranda watched her mate as he slept. They had worked into the night on a plan to stop the sorceress, to foil her plans. While she had to admit that freezing the whole world so that the chocolate couldn't met was inventive, and yes, might even be funny, it lead to too many other problems. He had finally gone to sleep but she stayed up, racking her brain. How could they foil her plans. Foil.....her.... plans. Miranda blinked. That.... might just work. How insidious! The answer was in the riddle. She glanced at her mate again. Should she wake him? No, there was still many details to work out and he needed his sleep. She blinked and nodded. Yes, he needed his sleep, soon she would be having him flying his wings raw, if this was to work. But she knew he'd understand and agree. She settled down and began formulating her plan. She needed hard numbers, she realized as she dialed an oracle she had known from the time he and his brothers were babies. She asked him how much chocolate there was in the world, and where it could be found. He gave her the number and promised to send some one to her with the map. Cutting the connection to her crystal ball she began working through the numbers, calculating what she would need. When the seer's small yellow companion brought her the map, she gave him a snack for the return trip, a plate of his favorite fish, and got to work. Finally, when she was prepared, she woke her mate, Donovan. “Don, wake up love, we have our answer.” Don groaned and woke up slightly, opening a single eye to see his mate. Seeing the set expression on her face, he knew better then to stay abed. He pushed himself up and stretched. Miranda nodded at him. “Good. Here is a map of all the world's chocolate. If we are to save it, I need you to bring it all here, and swiftly, my love.” “But what if some one's moved it since the map was made?” he asked. “Oh no need to worry, the messenger assured me that it was a marvelously mobile marked marauder's map. Donovan only knew one person who would send a messenger that spoke in alliteration. He trusted his magic, and his wife's. Their judgment as well. If the oracle agreed with Miranda plan, what more did he need to know? He took the map, and found that it impressed itself into his mind before vanishing. He knew where the chocolate was. Nodding, he nuzzled Miranda then took off for the skies. Miranda watched him go then set about her own work. Donovan hadn't questioned her, but she knew that curiosity would push him to do so when the job was done. She only hoped that it was in time. If not, she'd be swimming in hot chocolate without a marshmallow. She shook her head and focused on her task. A stray scrap of magic pulled back her mane into a my little ponytail. Then she focused, reaching within herself for her magic. Drawing it out she summoned egg cartons, thousands upon thousands of egg cartons. With deft motions she separated the tops and the bottoms. Discarding the tops, she lay out the empty carton bottoms in a sea before her,each touching edges with it's neighbor, each laying flat, despite the tilt of the land. Useful magic, but exhausting, and she was only half done. One carton came late and she glared at it, trying to figure out where to put it. It opened and she had a moment to realize why it had been so slow before the contents that had weighed it down smashed upon her messily. Well, now she had egg on her face. Great. With a sigh she spent some more magic to lean up the mess and banish the errant container. Once that was done, Miranda settled to the second part of her task. She created a sea of perforated colorful foil to lay atop the egg cartons loosely, secured by magic against the breeze. She would foil the foul plan with foil. She wavered on her feet, nearly spent. Clenching her teeth she held on, she needed to hold on. She wanted some chocolate to re-energize her, and realized the irony. The one thing she lacked, she'd soon be buried in. Literally if she failed. Finally she saw a familiar pink mark in the sky above her. Her little man who was pink and did taxes in the fall, how she loved him. He landed with the first load of chocolate, a few thousand easter bunnies in milk and dark. “I am hoppy to help!” he said, passing his burden to her before going for the next load. By the time he returned, she had laid all the chocolates from the first load out atop the foil, each nearly touching, but none overlapping. It had been a relief to let go of the magic that kept the foils from blowing away when each sheet was aptly covered with the confections. Several trips later, they were both shaking with fatigue, but they had done it, they had gathered all the world's chocolates. They lay against each other panting and exhausted. “Won't this just make her job easier?” Donovan asked his mate. She smiled weakly at him, letting her head lay against his back. “Yes, but also make her plans pointless. Watch.” she lifted a weak hoof and with a small bit of magic, melted one of the smaller bits of chocolate; one that had taken up only a single hole in the egg carton. As the chocolate melted, the weight pooled at the center, where the foil sagged more and more until the perforations ripped it apart from the rest of the foil. The foil filled the bowl of the egg carton and the chocolate filled the foil. Another deft bit of magic, from a spell she wove into the foil, and the foil wrapped up around the chocolate, containing it. Miranda smiled, closing her eyes sleepily. “We can rest while they cool, and then deliver the chocolate eggs to the babies, yearlings, and teens of the valleys.” Donovan nodded her and watched as she slipped into a deep sleep, a soft temporary oblivion. He pulled out a pink folder to read before he too slumped into Oblivion, Folder forgotten.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:19 pm
 Mate: NilaAll I know so far is she is very much gay, thank you very much, and strong willed. The girl knows what she wants, and she goes for it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:20 pm
 Won her in an rp contest! Celeste Aragorne
And now...we have...
CONTEST WINNERS For the RP contest, it was a hard battle! You all had wonderful entries, but after consideration, I chose the story that I wanted to see more of (And that had me snorting tea out of my nose). The lovely RP contest lass goes to... Bardess Ookami! And the entry: Quote: (Third person, but her way of speaking and thinking.) Kirin's Name: Repunzil. Kirin's History: Okay, she had spent a while in a tower, that was true, and her hair was quite long, that was true. The rest however.... she was really really sick of people getting her story wrong. Her name, why she was there... and the ending. Sitting in a castle, waiting for some prince to climb her hair to save her? Were they KIDDING? And chopping off her hair at the end? Not a chance! Do you know how careful she had to be with her swords not to chop her hair by accident? She certainly wasn't doing it intentionally! Okay, her history, right? That's what you wanted? A chance to finally set the record straight? Wonderful! Finally! First off, her name is Repunzil. Not Rapunzel, Not Pun, Not Rapun, not any of the other seven hundred variants she'd heard. She did not have a princess for a pun pal in the mystic land of Xanth, wherever that was. No, she had been a fairly normal Kirin, or so she though. She hadn't met many of her own kind. She couldn't remember her parents, or if she had siblings, but that was fine. She had been happy for a while like that. Then one day she realized that her life was boring. Dull. Empty. She had nothing to fill the void of days, nothing to do. Looking at the other ponies around her made her realize she had two options. Find a mate or find a passion. She tried everything. She tried painting, it took her a week to get the cyan out of her scales. She tried magic. The only spells that didn't fizzle were the ones meant to make the sound of a fizzle. She tried wood work, she still had splinters. Her brief bout with alchemy... well, she liked the changes that she had wrought. Hair that never stopped growing, a prettier horn then she had as a baby. She liked that, but all the same, she decided to quit while she was ahead. She was so confused when she grew and her wings came in. She thought at first that they had been some mutation from the potion but soon she learned it was just something that happened to some Kirins when they became adults. Pony puberty. Go figure. They were awesome though. For a while she thought flying could be her passion, but the skies were too crowded with other ponies also flying, and worse with males who thought "Hey, nice wings" and "is that your real hair" were pick up lines. Idiot males. Of course, to be fair, a few females had hit on her too. It was just harder to tell with them, not because they were any less subtle, but because she had never met a gay pony before. She decided she just couldn't fly anymore, at least, not without a friend. Which of course, she did not have. She wondered if a gay male would ever be friends with a girl, and willing to let people assume they were together so they wouldn't harass her. Of course... she had no clue how to go about asking such a thing... so... she didn't. But she still needed something. And then she spied two Kirins in the woods. She hid, suddenly shy, and watched them. They both wore armor, and wide eyed she saw them sparing with swords. The dance of the steel, the music of the blades connecting and breaking apart, the sound of them cutting the air. It was amazing. She was hooked. She had found her passion. Swords. She went out and found a teacher, learned how to get a sword that was just hers, how to make the steel dance. She tried other kinds of blades as well, crystal, silver, gold, pewter, iron. She dedicated her life to the quest for her swords, and once she had the perfect blades, she found that she had surpassed her master. It was thrilling, but also... c'mon. There had to be some way to get better... She quested and hunted for a way to improve her skill further, thinking that she needed a better and better teacher. However the pony who solved her problem was not a swords master at all, but a witch. She had a spelled building that would work, and she made a trade with Repunzil. It hurt her dearly to remove a yard of her beautiful hair, but she was overjoyed when, a week later, it grew back! The yard of her hair for use of the tower until she left it of her own free will, if she wanted to return after, they would have to renegotiate. But as the tower was spelled to see to her physical needs, she agreed. The first part of the spell was the door. It appeared twice, once to let her in, and would appear once more, at her command to let her out. That's what the witch told her anyway. Of course, as the window was large enough for a pony to climb in or out of, or in her case, fly, it was more on the honor system that kept her on her deal. Or at least, she thought so. After all, coulda been spelled to notice when she left through the window too. Who knew. So there, She supposed that being trapped in there by a witch who wanted her hair, she guessed that part was kinda maybe almost true. If you squinted and tilted your head. The witch already had a chunk of her hair, and she was trapped by her word, and the fact that she was too vain to give up more hair, more then anything else. There was more magic to the tower, though, than just a vanishing reappearing door. Lots more. Tons more. For one thing, the main room was whatever she wanted it to be. When she was hungry, it was a kitchen. When she wanted to see the sun, the roof turned to glass. When she needed the privvy... well... she was glad when that room sped away, and where it went, she was happier not knowing. The best, though was when she wanted to practice her swordsponyship. The furniture vanished away, the floor changed. Sometimes grass, sometimes slick and white, sometimes stone. The walls took on the appearance of a land that matched the floor. And the coolest part yet was the foes. They appeared, sometimes just one, more often many. All of them started at exactly her skill level, which meant she had to get stronger every battle, or the only thing that would save her was luck. Oh, she supposed the magic probably wouldn't kill her. Maybe. But it did occur to her that if she died, the witch could harvest all of her hair fairly easily, not to mention her horn, which the magical pony had clearly coveted. So she improved. It wasn't easy, and one of the more challenging battles caused the next distortion in the lie that everyone knew as her "true" story. She had been facing three foes, and this time luck had worked against her, and she was injured, bleeding under one wing, and her left hind leg was all but useless. A lesser pony would have blamed the setting the tower had picked. She was tempted to be a lesser pony. She got the wounds because the tower had shifted to her bedroom setting, and she had thought that there had been some sort of glitch. So when she was attacked by three black ponies in ebony masks, she had been taken by surprise. Tripping on the bedsheets was not her best moment, but it wasn't her worst, either, because the wound under her wing was from her own sword. All in all, she was pretty sure she had been about to find out if the spell would kill her after all. She managed to dispatch one, but two had backed her off until her rail hit the window. She yelped. She wasn't sure she could pull herself into the air before she went splat, if she should fall. She shook her head and raised her swords, when her hair slipped back... and out the window. Great. Because that would help her stay in the tower. All that weight dragging her down to the ground far below, that wouldn't drag on her at all. Riiiiiiight. It didn't help that the end didn't even coil on the ground. Just shy of, so gravity was in a constant tug of war with her over her hair, and she had to focus on the idiots in front of her. She as near to dispatching one more, and had she been one on one with him, she would have, but his partner kept nipping at her when ever she went for a finishing blow. These attacks of opportunity were hardly fair, there had to be a rule somewhere in some great guide that said no AoEs, and yet... Still, she was sure she would have eventually overcome and overtake them then look over the day and... okay, okay, she got it with the over jokes. They were so over. Ugh. She did not just think that. She suddenly hit an even worse patch of luck. Remember that part where this intersected the so called fairy tale? A blade caught her in her hoof, making her drop a sword. She cried out in pain. In hindsight, she wished she hadn't. Apparently her scream was like a siren's call, because a moment latter something tugged on her hair. She windmilled and almost fell out of the window. She stretched her wings to brace herself and risked a glance back. Some Jerk was CLIMBING her hair. Yeah. You read that right. He was Climbing. Her. Hair. Climbing. Her. Hair. She cried out in pain as his hooves pulled at her braid. That only made the idiot rush faster, and pull more. Tears sprung to her eyes as her head was pulled backwards. She saw her foe's blade arcing down for her now exposed neck. Her eyes widened as the magic steel arced close. This was it, she was sure she was going to die. Pain flared in her as her skin was pierced. But not her neck. The idiot had made it to the window... the same one her body was filling. He was tangled in her hair. Oh, and did she forget to mention... he was a unicorn. She shrieked as her flesh was stabbed, and she lurched away from the pain. The attacker, startled at her sudden rush and cry dropped his blade the slightest bit, enough that his swing only clipped her. She bull rushed him. Her hair jerked in after her, bringing horn boy flying into the room. he sailed over her head, flung off her braid by the force of her pull. his hoof clipped her wing, which sent him tumbling. He landed horn first into one of the foes. She dispatched the other quickly then eyed the stranger. she could hardly stand. She wanted to run him through... but... unlike the magic wrought targets, he was a real pony, flesh, blood, soul... could she really kill him so easily? And it would be easy, he was laying prone. While she hesitated, unsure, he stumbled to his feet. She backed up a step then shook her head, determined to stand her ground. He needed to leave. She was about to tell him off and out, when he started speaking. And speaking. Didn't he ever need to breathe? He wouldn't shut up. And the things he said... it was so stupid that he stunned her dumb and stupid. He was going on and on about how he rescued her and now that he freed her, they would be married, making him a prince because clearly she was a captive princess... He was insane. Clearly. She waited for him to stop for breath so she could correct him. He didn't. She finally tried speaking over him. "The witch..." she started, but he had the energy of a humming bird on a sugar rush and rolled over her words, somehow deciding that an evil witch had trapped her in this tower that had no door, so must be magic. Ah... hello. Did he some how not see her huge wings? And still on and on he went. She gave up on correcting him. He had to run out of breath sometime. HAD. TO. Really. Any minute now. Okay, come on. Really. Any minute.... After a while she just got bored, and sat down to wait. Or tried to. No sitting until that was healed, she decided. And still he rattled on about what a great and dashing prince he was. All she was wondering about him was about his horn, weren't unicorns supposed to be healers or something? Couldn't he see she was injured? No, she had a feeling he couldn't see past his own horn. Her mind wandered as he babbled, so she was caught by surprise as he grabbed her up and hurtled for the window. She barely could scream before he launched them both into the skies. She could see in his face the moment he realized that he didn't have wings. Great. Momentum only took one so far, and the way he held her, her wing was pinned. The plummeted. He clung to her, and she hated to admit it, but she clung to him. She had thought she'd die with a sword at the ready, not plummeting to the ground clinging to an insane unicorn with delusions of grandeur. Suddenly they jerked to a stop, about a foot from the ground. She screeched in pain and dropped him. Tears sprang to her eyes. Her hair had gotten caught on something up in the tower. She had taken steel to the ribs before without shedding a drop, but some how she couldn't keep her eyes open from having her hair pulled. She some how managed to brace her legs against the stone and looked up. She saw the witch above her. The Prince wannabe fainted. The witch waved to her. Repunzil took a deep breath then powered her wings. It was the most delicate flying she ever had to do, but she came level with the window. The Witch chuckled and waved her in. "What about the payment," she had asked, warily. The witch laughed and looked her over. "It seems as though you paid plenty, my dear. and besides, you didn't fully leave," she said, nodding to the knot of hair wrapped around a table leg, "I think we can let you go on a technicality this once," she cackled. The unicorn boy chose then to wake up, of course. He saw them and called out how he vowed to return with an army to save her. And he kept calling her Princess. Like it was her name. Frustrated beyond belief, she spun to face out the window. "Repunzil! you repugnant idiot! Repunzil!" "Rapunzel?" He asked. "Got it! Quick, let down your hair and I'll come rescue you!" "What?" she called. "No! Go away!" "Right, I'll go get help to slay the witch, I'll be right back Princess Rapunzel!" "Repunzil," she had called back to him, but he was already gone. "Did he land on his head?" the witch asked her, concerned. "No, I think he was always like that," she muttered. "Well, I just came because the spell was triggered, but I see that you hadn't left willingly, do you want to stay?" the witch had asked her. She shook her head. "I love it here, but if that one is coming back, I'd rather be front, I mean.. far. I swear that horse is off his rocker," she had muttered. The witch had nodded. "Alright. Safe flight, good travels." Repunzil gathered her belongings, checked her sheathes, then flew out, looking for a healer. By the time she was rested and recovered, she heard the version of the story he had spread around and was horrified. She figured however, that it would die out in time. It didn't. After all, even you knew his story. And the rest is history, or his story, which, as she would happily tell you, bears little resemblance to hers. But after all, you asked for her his story. Prompt Chosen: 1 or 2 Quote: Prompt 2: Someone is in danger! Oh no! It can be someone you love or even a complete stranger. What is the situation, and what do you do about it? Or do you simply walk away? Long she had wandered. The horrid story followed when she used her name, so she had taken to introducing herself just as Zil. It earned her a few "zilch" jokes, but they were small minded ponies that all shut up when they saw the shine of her swords. She was a loaner, and probably always would be, or so she thought until she heard a cry of terror. Her swords were out as she flew towards it, full speed. She saw a monster reaching for a small baby pony. With a cry of rage, she flew at the monster. He swords flew through it, seeming to do nothing to the beast, but anger it. She caught motion of of the corner of her eye, the baby was free of the tentacle that had been wrapped around it. Okay so maybe she had distracted the thing too. The baby could get away. That was something, at least. Except... the baby wasn't escaping, it was charging AT the thing. Zil nearly screamed as the infant hurtled towards the monster. When fire encircled the baby, she feared a new attack on behalf of the monster. She slashed and stabbed at the gelatinous body without effect. The baby slammed into the thing, or rather, the fire around the baby did. The monster made a noise that sounded like a wail of pain. Zil positioned herself closer to the baby. Okay, so some how that fire was protecting the baby, not hurting it, but it couldn't last forever, could it? Even as she thought that, there was a crackle, a pop, and the barrier fell. Zil wasted no time. Whatever the monster was, she couldn't beat it. She sheathed a sword so she could scoop up the child, then she pushed on her wings and flew as hard and fast as she could. She heard laughter, and saw a purple pony standing on a tree branch above them. Ignoring the creepy glowing eyed woman, she fled with the baby, determined to bring the little one to safety. However after a while of flying she felt a sharp hot pain. It took her a moment more to realize she was on fire. In surprise her legs let go of the pony she carried. The baby fell then flew off on her own, fire shield crackling out of sight. Zil looked down at herself then groaned at the burned scales, and the smell of cooked flesh. She banked her wings as she sheathed her second blade, and headed for a healer. And she wondered why she was a loaner? (Sorry the prompt was so much shorter then the history, but I need sleep, lol. Hope you enjoyed.)
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:22 pm
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