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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:12 pm
Tinkerbell  Curiosity catching the best of her Tinkerbell stood up, her light wings giving a flutter or two before she was fluttering about. Heading towards the source of the voices she tried to remain unseen. Staying hidden by the leaves of nature. Though anyone who happened to glace in her direction would notice a small glow seeping through the brush. Eavesdropping it was apparent these people were definitely strange. One spoke with almost an accent of some sort and the other...Tinkerbell wasn't liking very much. The area reeked of death, definitely not the type of place she pictured herself to be in. Deciding she no longer cared for them, nor did she want anything to do with them she began her flight back to her home. It would take a while, for her rampage had lasted hours, and how she managed to arrive in such a place was beyond her knowledge. Catching the last part of their conversation Tinkerbell looked toward the sky. Rain. It was coming. At this realization an unhappy expression of trouble came upon her face. Faeries were like bumblebees, they could not fly in the rain. Their delicate wings could not function properly when soaked with raindrops. Plucking a flower petal she held it over her head for shelter. The rain hadn't begun yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Though she knew that a mere flower petal could not keep her flyers from catching the rain. (¯`•.(¯`•.(¯`•.
( A Drop of Jealousy ).•´¯).•´¯).•´¯)
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:26 pm
Pinocchio *You know Knotts,* Pinocchio thought to himself morosely as he traveled through the forest, *it`s kind of boring, just wandering through a forest this big. And I think we're lost. AGAIN.* *Oh don't get your panties in a knot.* a smooth, snake-like voice chimed in his head as he made his way deeper into the foreboding scenery. *This is where they said Red Riding Hood lived. And they also mentioned a Witch. So either Red is a witch, or she knows one. either way, WE are one step closer to OUR goals.*
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 1:54 pm
 
After being released, Red stood up, not wanting to look at the blood. It would stop soon, and she would be fine. Her body could take care of itself, just like she could defend herself from animals.
She nodded at Molly's estimation and request. Red did not want to be caught in the rain, but she had a feeling that her companion would mind it a lot more if they did not find a spot. Keeping an eye out for a place they could sleep, she walked faster to keep up with Molly.
A few minutes later, they came across a perfect spot. It appeared to be a wolf den, though no wolves seemed to be in the area. Red started to approach it carefully, but first she took a moment to look back at Molly and put a hand up. "Wait," it said.
Red was within a few feet of den when she discovered what she had suspected: a wolf. It came out of the hole where it had been previously hidden by the dark and snarled at Red before speaking.
"Leave, human, before I rip you to shreds," it said, its voice heavy with growls. Red froze; her emotions disappeared in an instant. Then, she smiled a cruel smile. Her eyes soon followed, and in them was a bloodlust of no other.
In a flash, Red had her axe in her right hand and swung it back, only to miss in the next moment as the wolf sprung back several feet when she swung forward. It didn't matter; Red kept charging forward, putting them several feet away from the den. The pain that had barely existed before in her finger was gone now. Nothing mattered except the kill. Finally, her axe connected with a too-slow leg, and the wolf stumbled to the floor. Before it could get up, Red landed a powerful blow on its back. It could only lie there, whimpering, on the ground. Its voice issued a mixture of pleads, cries, and whimpers, but Red cared not for them, just like The Wolf had cared not for Red's cries many years ago. She chopped and chopped again and again, many of them light, landing on various body parts. Its back and legs were a bloody mess of flesh and bone, and the almost-human cries it once had were gone. Finally, she ended it with one blow to the head, ending its life.
Red stared at her piece of work, her breathing shallow and quick. Her face and cloak were covered with blood once again, but she cared not. Finally, she closed her eyes, took a deep, cleansing breath, and opened her eyes. The bloodlust was gone, and her expression was empty once more. She turned around and walked up to Molly.
"There, now we have a place to stay. Happy?" she said, void of emotion.
She's not so little anymore...
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 2:30 pm
Mr. Eccentricity Red stared at her piece of work, her breathing shallow and quick. Her face and cloak were covered with blood once again, but she cared not. Finally, she closed her eyes, took a deep, cleansing breath, and opened her eyes. The bloodlust was gone, and her expression was empty once more. She turned around and walked up to Molly. "There, now we have a place to stay. Happy?" she said, void of emotion. She's not so little anymore...  Molly raises an eyebrow at the request for her to stay back, but does not protest. Seeing that Red has no intention of including her in this little venture, she decides to go collect firewood. Molly stays close, however, and keeps a watchful eye on the events that unfold. She is still learning about her new companion, after all. She edges outward from the den, following Red and her victim. She takes note that Red seems to fall into her less-than-lucid state after the animal actually speaks to her. As luck might have it, this gives Molly her first chance to to examine the "Axe Wielding Maniac" version of Red. She realises quickly that she does not have to be subtle in her observations because Red is no longer even aware of her presence, so taken is she by the bloodlust running through her veins. So Molly watches, memorizing Red's stance, her quickened heartrate, her elated expression, and her sheer obliviousness to the world outside of her target. Oh, and don't forget the gore, Molly thinks to herself with a smirk, recognizing the brutality she had also noted in Red's previous kill. As Red fades back into her normal, comparatively boring self, Molly gathers up a last stick of kindling and glances over at their new home for the night. "Yeah, that'll do," she comments in response to Red's statement. "Just have to keep an eye out for any other four-legs that might try to come home. Wolves usually travel in packs." Bringing the firewood into the shelter, she drops it into a neat pile before scouting out around the den again. "We'll want to find a water source, other than the rain. Chances are there is one nearby. Then we can cook up a proper meal. You want to come with me, or shall I trek it alone?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 3:29 pm
"If there were any nearby, they would have come when it cried. And beasts that can talk usually are solitary. But there is truth to what you say. Still, I always keep an eye out," Red said calmly, having no tone, save for her statement at the end. It was not possible for her to be more careful than she already was.
"I shall come with you," she stated firmly. Molly was the closest thing she had to a friend, and harm coming to her would not be tolerated. And accompanying her would give Red a chance to rid the forests of more beasts.
She had not come across a word-skilled beast in a while, a month, maybe. They were rare, and because of Red, they were now rarer, especially around this area. Still, seeing words come out of that terrible, hungry mouth brought terrible memories back to Red. She quickly dismissed them, focusing on the task at hand: water. She was more or less following Molly at this point, her eyes keeping out for movement, while her ears searched for the bubbling of a stream, or, maybe, a growl. Molly spoke the truth, and Red was wary. Perhaps the pack had gone out while the lone one kept watch. Either way, just because it walked did not mean it was lonely.
In her peripheral she saw a flash of brown and turned her eyes quickly, only to see a rabbit in the distance. After thinking for a bit, she turned to Molly.
"Would you prefer something other than wolf mush for supper?" she asked, doubting whether any of the meat was salvageable, anyway. She had foodstuffs in her pack, but she would rather save them. Besides, she only packed for one, and that rabbit could certainly fill them both.
She's not so little anymore...
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:28 pm
Mr. Eccentricity In her peripheral she saw a flash of brown and turned her eyes quickly, only to see a rabbit in the distance. After thinking for a bit, she turned to Molly. "Would you prefer something other than wolf mush for supper?" she asked, doubting whether any of the meat was salvageable, anyway. She had foodstuffs in her pack, but she would rather save them. Besides, she only packed for one, and that rabbit could certainly fill them both. She's not so little anymore... Molly repeats with a laugh, "Is that what you've been livin on? No wonder yer so pasty." giving you a glance before reverting her attention forward again. "I'll pass on the mush thanks. I don't usually eat wolf. It's way too gamey if it hasn't been bled right. Though if we could find a hare or rabbit, I could whip up some killer stew. I'm real good with cookin."Brushing away a wayward branch, Molly smiles at the sight of a river coarsing through a stoney bank. "Knew there had to be something. There is always a water source near dens." She tells you. Hiking up her skirts, Molly nimbly makes her way down the rocks of the embankment. Molly pulls back the folds of her cloak to reveal a large water flask tied to her belt. She kicks off her shoes and tip toes up to the stream. Glancing back at you as she fills the flask, "We'll make a trip back here to replenish supplies 'fore we head out again. Did you have some ideas for dinner besides wolf mush?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:29 pm
 Elphaba pause for a moment at this query, not quite sure how to respond to it. Fae... Auntie... Fabala... Elphie... even Saint Sister Aelphaba, if you could believe it... all things that had been what others called her. Some more desired than others, some more despised. But this was a complete stranger, and was probably the first of a potentially long line of complete strangers, Elphaba had the feeling of. So what in a name, indeed... perhaps against her own better judgement, perhaps because of the fall... perhaps because, for all of her claims of enjoying the solitude she so voraciously pursued, the words that eventually escaped her lips were...
"...my name is Elphaba Thropp... though most bother not with the last name, of course..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:04 pm
Pinocchio pinocchio heard a scuffling noise ahead that sounded like a fight. then he heard a yelp and a thunk and all was quiet. his spine shivered, sounding like a wooden xylophone as he realized what had happened. his left hand slid to two ornate, sliver axes reminding him of just what he had become. but as his left hand went to the pendant under his shirt, a star with a screw in it, reminding him of what he once was. *oh don't get all sappy on me, It's revolting.* Knotts sneered in his mind. "oh, so you get to say what I can and can't do? last time I checked, we're equals so shove it." Pinocchio snapped out loud as he trudged towards the sounds from earlier. (here is the pendant in his hands,  }}
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:35 pm
Red did not respond to the comment on being pasty, though she did feel an impulse to correct the misunderstanding. Normally she killed the wolves in a way so that the meat could be preserved and cooked. However, this specific wolf, being able to talk, had infuriated her senses and caused her to ruin the meat. There was no way the mess of gore could be salvaged, hence the "wolf mush."
Red stopped at the edge of the rocks. Two need not to go when only one had an empty flask.
"I do," she said in response to the ideas for dinner, glancing back at where she had seen the rabbit. "I'll be right back," she said distantly, walking toward the spot.
A minute of hunting revealed the rabbit's new location, twenty feet away from Red. Almost silently, Red removed the crossbow from her back, having already hidden her axe carefully under some dirt in the den. She took a few moments to load, set, and aim the machine before firing, killing the rabbit and pinning its corpse to the ground. Without any emotion, she retrieved the animal and her arrow - the less wasted, the better - and began to walk to the river where Molly was. After cleaning her arrow of blood to ensure it would work next time, she began to skin the animal with her knife from her pack and clean it.
She's not so little anymore...
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:32 pm
Mr. Eccentricity A minute of hunting revealed the rabbit's new location, twenty feet away from Red. Almost silently, Red removed the crossbow from her back, having already hidden her axe carefully under some dirt in the den. She took a few moments to load, set, and aim the machine before firing, killing the rabbit and pinning its corpse to the ground. Without any emotion, she retrieved the animal and her arrow - the less wasted, the better - and began to walk to the river where Molly was. After cleaning her arrow of blood to ensure it would work next time, she began to skin the animal with her knife from her pack and clean it. She's not so little anymore... Molly commented approvingly. The flask, now full, lays beside where she is crouched on a rock. While Red was gone, it seems that she found some gourds, because she is now in the process of hollowing one out. "I think we'll have roasted rabbit and acron squash soup. I've got the herbs for it. I always carry a bit o' herbs with me. Not much for bland food." scrunching her nose distastefully at the thought. "'Sides, it's kind of a celebration dinner isn't it? Like a coming out party in honour of you finally leaving that little shack of yers. I haven't had occasion to make a proper dinner in a while. This'll be a treat." Scooping the insides of the squash, she deposits the pulp onto a newly washed, flat rock. "You prolly dun do much fancy cookin, do you?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:48 pm
Up the creek a short ways, our two fine young ladies hear a small, gruff sounding voice cheerfully carrying a melodious tune. Though the chorus is barely audible above the sounds of the river rush, the shy singer seems to be just beyond their line of sight.
And it goes a little something like this.
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavat'ry."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:49 pm
Urban Thorne Elphaba pause for a moment at this query, not quite sure how to respond to it. Fae... Auntie... Fabala... Elphie... even Saint Sister Aelphaba, if you could believe it... all things that had been what others called her. Some more desired than others, some more despised. But this was a complete stranger, and was probably the first of a potentially long line of complete strangers, Elphaba had the feeling of. So what in a name, indeed... perhaps against her own better judgement, perhaps because of the fall... perhaps because, for all of her claims of enjoying the solitude she so voraciously pursued, the words that eventually escaped her lips were...
"...my name is Elphaba Thropp... though most bother not with the last name, of course..."  "Of course," the white cat responds pleasantly. Turning back to the floating hands, she addresses them once more. "This is Miss Ephaba Thropp. You will attend to her needs for the remainder of the night. Bring her whatever supplies needed to ensure her comfortable stay with us."As the last words leave her lips, a large wall clock in the center of the hallway rings out like tubular bells, sounding the time. The cat returns her attention to Elphaba. "I'm afraid I must leave you and retire for the evening. There are things I must attend to. I would very much appreciate if you would join me for breakfast on the morrow."Giving the woman a parting nod, the feline gracefully bounds off down the hallway and disappears through an open door. The white-gloved hands shift to face the newcommer. There are about six of them now. The set closest to Elphaba's position make a gesture encouraging her to follow, then begins to steer down the hallway as well. Two fellows pairs follow in line behind the lead, the other three wait patiently for the stranger to join.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:00 pm
Red nodded at the compliment, though she did not smile. Inside, however, she felt a little warmer, not used to praise for others. At the estimation of the meal, however, Red looked up at her. She was going to cook for her? The dish sounded complicated as well. All Red ever ate was meat and whatever plants she could find in the forest. She continued to stare as she talked of a celebration, only to look down as she asked her a question.
"No, I don't," she replied in a calm voice, not wanting to remember the last time she did. She knew it would just lead back to thoughts of her grandmother.
But, for some reason, she was less scared of thinking, though she dared not venture there. She owed the feeling to her new companion. And though she did not smile, the warm feeling lasted just a bit longer.
At the singing, Red picks her head up, looking for the sound's origin.
"What is that?" she asked, referring to both the singer and the song.
She's not so little anymore...
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:30 pm
Tinkerbell The faint perfume of red roses drew Tinkerbell to turn towards a new direction. Looking closely to the forest floor it was apparent that footsteps had passed through. Following the scent, slightly shaking, a cottage elegantly adorned with roses was found ahead. Trying her best to be careful, but failing miserably Tinkerbell crashed against the small window, creating a quiet thud. It had been a long day of flying and her little wings were exhausted. She needed to rest in order to regain her strength for the return trip home. Merely moments passed when a young lady stepped out of the cottage, heading out. Tinkerbell, once again overcome with curiosity, forgot about her fatigue, but attempting to fly towards the stranger she was reminded. With an unhappy sigh and a little shake she leapt from the windowsill to the forest floor. She was unsure on what to expect, or what she should do, so she simply followed close behind her. Though discovering it was impossible for her miniature strides to match the ones from someone more than ten times her size she jumped and managed to cling herself on the back of the girls heel. A smile soon came upon her face finding that the steady footsteps were relaxing like a baby's rocking crib. Closing her eyes Tinkerbell was rendered asleep. (¯`•.(¯`•.(¯`•.
( A Drop of Jealousy ).•´¯).•´¯).•´¯)
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:50 am
Mr. Eccentricity At the singing, Red picks her head up, looking for the sound's origin. "What is that?" she asked, referring to both the singer and the song. She's not so little anymore... Molly pauses her work with the gourd to listen. She had been unable to hear the soft sound of singing with all of the noise her task was making. The more she hears, the more her brow furrows. "Dun know.. " she murmurs in return, speaking more quietly now from the possibility that they are not alone. "It sounds like a man's voice." Setting down the squash and spoon, she slowly rises on the rock. "I can't see 'em from here."Grabbing a handful of her skirts, she balances her way up a larger boulder that rests up against a leaning tree. Using the trunk to shield herself from plain sight, she cranes up on tip toes to see who the voice belongs to.
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