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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:08 pm
Angaya looked at Nascha with a welcoming smile.
"Ohhh..." she looked carefully at the claws..."That's so ... unique..." her voice was soft but excitement could be heard in it. "Sure...thank you so much. Here is the beast..." she pulled the dead animal closer to Nascha.
She sat back next to Nascha. While Sven was looking at the crucifix, Angaya looked at him. His skin was so pale and in such a contrast with his black hair and beard.
How old can he be? she wondered to herself. She knew that appearances did not mean anything for a vampire.
Her look wandered from Sven to Vincent who was still sleeping. His skin was also pale. Angaya smiled at the similarity between the two males.
That might be the only one! she thought amused.
But Vincent's hair were as snow, contrasting highly with the vampire's one.
She was there comparing them, finding them quite attractive in their own way. She had never been in contact with any male but with one trainer, the other being a woman, and he was old, more like a grand-father to Angaya. She did not know what to think about herself blushing when addressing to one of them...
She was day dreaming when Vincent suddenly stood up and started talking to himself.
Vincent was clearly addressing to someone but despite all her efforts she could not feel any living being around, but Zerlegen in her hut and Murai in the distance, although her presence seemed to be fading.
Angaya carefully stood up and addressed the ice man "Vincent...?" her eyes were wide opened with surprise and interest and a little of amusement "Are you dreaming?" she added with a smile...
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:39 pm
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Nascha returned Angaya's smile and set the little mouse she had to the side. The creature didn't like moving from on top of the cat's soft warm belly to the cold ground so he felt obliged to jump into her pocket to stay warm. She glanced down at the mouse as it poked its head out and sniffed.
She pulled the dead beast near to her, her sharp claws easily cutting into it and tearing the skin away from the meat. As soon as she had a large section of skin pulled off she olaced it on thr ground so she could put the meat on top of it once she'd cut it away. Nascha had gotten about enough meat away when Vincent had started speaking to himself. She eyed him curiously as she cocked an eyebrow.
Sven heard Vincen't speaking as well and looked up over to crusifix at the boy. He didn't ask, he'd much rather mind his own business, and looked to Angaya and Nascha, eyeing the animal's blood on the cat-woman's hands. He saw Nascha point to the dead deer ((I think it was a deer, right?)) as an offer for him to eat.
"No thank you, dear." he said softly, shaking his head. "I fed last week."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:50 pm
After getting a little ways away Murai urged the dark mare into a gallop. She loosened her fingers from the her dark mane, straightening her back away from the horse below her, Murai closed her eyes, her arms free, she put complete trust in the mare. She felt free, even as if she were flying, her small legs the only thing that kept her from falling. But there was so much to think about. She had to focus. With this new group, she was pretty sure now she could trust them. She had to make that decision, because if she resisted to trust them, the whole situation would only make life harder. And they all had the same goal, right? It appeared so if they were here in this village, and by the way they talked.
She thought about each of the members of their party in turn. Zerlegen the Necromancress, who was so mysterious. The ever sweet Angaya. Distant and Mysterious, Vincent. Nascha, patient and forgiving of the girls previous rudeness. Sven, the kind vampire. She didnt know much about them. But this is what she could see as of now. It seemed promising. She didnt have anywhere or anyone else to go to, so why not? Murai took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She leaned forward and took hold of the mares mane once more, leaning toward her. After she had her slow to a stop, the young girl realized she hadnt been paying attention like she should have been and currently had no clue where she was. She turned to look around at her surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. There were just as many buildings as when she had left, they all looked the same. Even from those that were just outside of camp. Now knowing she was completely lost, she whimpered, sudden feelings of being alone and terrified overwhelmed her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 7:44 pm
One by one the claws are hammered to replace the dead woman's fingers. After doing the second hand Zerlegen allows the zombie to lapse within her spiritual planes. Stomaching growling the necromancer decides to put off the rest of her soothing work, altering minions is a favored pass time of hers. The hut groans open and shuts once more only to allow entry when Zerlegen wishes it again. Leaving the hellhound she approaches the fire cautiously as her kind rather fear it. It eliminates the undead so suddenly, in such an unfair manner. Approaching the little camp she hears a few uttered words by Vincent whom has no one to reply to him. With an arched brow she sidles past the man reproachfully. Pleased to see someone had begun on the meat Zerlegen glances around at the rest of them.
The little girl.
Finding the child to be absent makes her heart stop and then palpitate painfully. Sharply pivoting on her heel the woman bolts to her hut. The thing bursts open, jagged bits of form bone dropping around her as she grabs her staff, yanks the hellhound by his snake and leaps upon his back. Closing over the hut to conceal the bloody work Zerlegen prods the fiend's flank with the gem, rewarded with a yelp as the monster lurches into the dark. He easily picks up the scent of the mare and the young girl with such a frail body.
If you are listening my King of Worms, you will have let nothing happen to the child.
Zerlegen silently begs her death god as the hellhound barrels into foliage and crashes through broken logs recklessly, driven on by his mistress' distress. Soon he's encircled the area until able to break through a path that seems to be an extension of the crumbled town. Upon spotting a bulky figure the woman slows her mount and lopes him to encircle the dark mare.
"Murai. Let's get back to camp, they'll be cooking dinner soon."
Her voice is gentle as is most women's tone with a child. Harmlessly walking the snuffling beast towards Murai's horse she has his furry shoulder nudge the mare's, his ears low in a submissive way. Zerlegen's knuckles are white out of fear from gripping her staff so tightly and from her right hand tugging at the dog's scruff in order to keep him down a single path. Now her heart begins to settle, breath returning to a relaxed state. She looks at the child and offers an encouraging smile, amethyst eyes dimly sparkling from the moon and stars above.
"It's fun to frolic with the spirits but you must never go into the night alone with just a horse. They tend to flee rather than fight."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 8:31 pm
Hearing the girl question him, Vincent turned to look at her and give her a nervous laugh. He sighed and stretched out his back.
"Yeah I guess I just had a bad dream, nothing special they happen all the time."
Good save, at least you'll only look like a person with a traumatic past who has traumatic nightmares that cause him to jolt up and start talking randomly.
Vincent wanted to retaliate, but he couldn't as long as there were people around, and since he was already not too trusted around here, he figured it best not to try and push it much farther. Except there was one problem, and it was hovering above the girl and resting his... hands on the girl’s head. Vincent had an annoyed flash snap through his face for a millisecond, then he returned to his smile and started to make hissing noise inconspicuously, as if he were trying to shoo away a small animal. Junzo just laughed and continued with his taunting. He flew through the girl, which entirely creped Vincent out, and proceeded to reach down and pick up the sword that lay on the ground. To Vincent's amazement and horror the sword started to move, so with his right foot he quickly slammed his foot down onto the sword sheath before the girl could see what had happened. He reached down and picked up the sword and strapped it to his side frantically.
"If you don't mind I'm going to go for a little walk. I have been feeling a little... light headed. I'll be back in a little while, so I take my leave,"
Vincent bowed slightly and turned to walk out the door listening to Junzo cackle at his mischief, that no one else would have heard. Junzo how ever continued to attempt conversation with Vincent even before he was out of sight.
Well she seemed nice don't you think?
Vincent kept quiet as he walked.
Oh come on that was funny, besides it's not like they'll think your crazy or anything, right?
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:52 am
Angaya looked at Vincent a little puzzled. Of course he had answered her but then he seemed to hiss at her as if he wanted her to leave. And surprisingly for someone sleeping and dreaming his eyes did not have the usual after sleep almond shape that they should have. She nodded slowly as he left the camp.
"Don't leave too long, food will be ready soon." she added casually, although she turned to Sven and Nascha pointing at her head with her finger.
"He does not seem right there..." she whispered softly, taking a piece of bear and sticking it on a wooden stick to cook it. She did so with different pieces, turning them occasionally to cook every side. She opened wide eyes at Sven. "Last week?!" then she recalled him being a vampire. But that still was very intriguing for her.
While talking Angaya noticed Zerlegen coming and leaving, looking worried.
Could it be that she is worried for the child? she shook her head she cold blooded killed that man, remember?! she sighed. She always wanted to see good in people. She would have to learn that sometimes people are just not good.
While thinking, Angaya looked closer at Nascha's claws, approaching a finger, then retrieving it. She looked up to the cat like woman and asked softly "May I touch? This is so...amazing..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:03 pm
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Sven looked to Angaya and nodded at her remark about Vincent. "Indeed," he mused, "Though don't be too quick to doubt him, we all have our strange times."
The vampire glanced back at the blood coming from the bear ((got it right this time XD)) as the witch gave a small exclamation about his eating schedule. "Why yes, last week. I won't need to feed again for another couple of days. I can sustain myself off of one meal for a great deal longer than humans can. We work differently that way."
Nascha finished cutting up a great deal of meat and had it covered with more of the bear's thick skin so it would not be soiled. They didn't have to worry about it spoiling, it was cold enough to keep the meat fresh. Hearing Angaya's question the cat woman looked up at her and smiled.
"Just a moment, you wouldn't want to touch my hands or you'd get blood on you." she said, suddenly dissapearing. She'd Phased to a river she was familiar with and stooped to rinse her hands, returning back to Angaya's side not three seconds later. She offered her hands to the girl, pressing her claws out. "Here we are . . . not much of a sight for me, I've lived with this my entire life, but I still do get some rather odd looks. It doesn't help that this thing follows me everywhere." She smiled, pointing to her dark tail.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:43 pm
Murai heard a crack of braches. Her eyes widened, her heart hammered in her thin chest, terrified of who or what was headed in her direction. She turned the mare in the direction of the noise, eyes still wide, breathing heavy as ever. Then she heard, a voice? Possibly. But it may have only been in her head. A repeated 'If you are listening my King of Worms, you will have let nothing happen to the child.' It was voice she was sure she recognized. The necromancress. "Zerlegen?" She called out a moment before she heard her name, her breathing just as labored as it had been. She sighed when she was sure it was the necromancress from their group. She nodded when she was closer, "I-I am hungry. . . " She said, but even as she said it, she herself didnt believe it to be what she truly felt.
The gentle tones in her voiced soothed the girl and had her breathing and eyes back to normal in a few moments. After being so terrified, Murai didnt even notice the fast breathing of the woman. Quite frankly, the only thing she cared about was that the one who had come from the darkness was someone she recognized as friend. The mare's ears had bent backward, reading off her riders fear, and as she felt calm ease away the fear from the one above, the mare too relaxed, and adapted a more eased stance than her previous one. At first when the hound made its way towards the mare, she stiffened once more until his shoulder brushed her gently and she relaxed, extending a soft nose in his direction. Murai nodded her head once more, auburn hair falling into her intense green eyes. Frolicking was once way to put it, sure. She knew too well of the habits of horses and she agreed with a meak mumble. "I. . . d-didnt mean too. . I'm s-sorry" She stuttered, her eyes dropping to the ground between them.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:44 pm
She observes the meek nature of the small girl and feels her heart throb. Hopefully no sure thought of the dark sorceress has been set, Zerlegen is, after all, one of the rare few necromancers whom are kind as can be. Murai seems to be complying out of submission. Remaining with flawless posture the woman calmly walks her hellhound alongside the mare.
"It's fine. When you go to sleep tonight why don't you rest near Nascha? Her ears will be sure to catch on to any audible danger."
The lurching dog pants softly, damnable fires within his core searing his skin and causing the serpent posterior to writhe slowly. All around the now demolished ghost town blearily stands on its last stilts. No corpses are left over now, but there's always the chance of that group of remaining spirits that haunt and cause ghastly sights. Warily migrating through the old paths the woman feels a light chill and is glad her cloak is warm. Glancing over to Murai Zerlegen reaches her right hand up to the Celtic weave clasp, unlatching it and leaning over to hitch it around the girl's shoulders. It isn't a ploy for trust but a female's instinct to tend. An ominous shadow hastily glides over the mounted beings below, screeching in vexation. The nocturnal sun does nothing for her senses as she halts both mounts.
"Murai, keep low and silent!" the woman whispers harshly as she dismounts, leaving the hellhound to protect the other two.
She keeps a loose hold of the enchanted catalyst to allow energy to gather from the large gemstone, keeping a nearly blind pair of eyes on the harpy. The partial fowl leers at Zerlegen with her tattered wings extended and a rapier gripped in her talons. Looping widely the harpy bears down upon the necromancress. Quickly parrying to the side and now with an essentially charged staff, she manifests a swollen cluster of phantom shrapnel. Hollow bones each with an end sawed off, full to the brim of ectoplasm and a sliver of a recently dead spirit. All compact in the bones and over time building infused detestation. Emitting yet another screech the harpy veers tightly in midair, only to swoop deeply, knocking into Zerlegen as it crashes down. The necromancress grunts as something scrapes against her exposed abdomen only to curve off between steel ribs. Skin boiling and feathers oozing off from melting flesh, the harpy caws and weakly flutters, crooning before she keels over. Zerlegen stands tenderly with the thin blade caught within her false ribs. A short cut has also been etched over a smooth belly. Lowering a hand the woman slowly pulls the blade away, not giving the hilt a second glance before returning to the girl.
"It's alright, I've killed it and only got a scratch for a reward.", she mounts the bristled hellhound and urges the two mounts to continue onward, "...do you know any magicks, Murai?"
The incision sears her skin but she doesn't let it show and hunches over the slightest to hide a trickle of blood.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 6:27 pm
Murai nodded and glanced up to look at the woman as the mare obidiently moved along side the hellhound. "Ok." She agreed. After a few moments of riding in quiet, she looked up at Zerlegen as she snapped the cloak around her thin shoulders. It had been getting chilly, and being so thing made the small child especially vulnerable to the cold. "Thank you" She smiled warmly up at her, "Zerlegen?" She asked, quietly at first, "Whats a King of Worms?" She couldnt help but ask about what she had heard, still unsure if it had been spoken or not . The shadow passed over moments later and Murai stiffened, her eyes darting upward and her smile long since faded. As the necromancress told her to keep low and silent, she slid easily from the mares back to the ground.
Murai crouched beneath the mare, hugging her thin half bare legs to her chest. Her eyes closed tight, Murai only opened her eyes when she heard Zerlegen grunt. Upon finding her on the ground, the fowl not far from her, she almost called out in fear and worry but she bit her tongue, remembering the warnings. When the thing was finally dead Murai stood slowly, pausing merely a moment before mounting again. She turned to look at the woman as she spoke, but stayed silent until she was asked about possessing magicks. "Well, sort of."
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 6:42 pm
Angaya smiled when Nascha disappeared and reappeared. "You have a nice gift." she said to the cat-like woman. As Nascha showed her claws, Angaya poked at them softly and then pressed at the base to make them stick out and then back in. She giggled like a little kid and then blushed. "I am sorry...I am just always...wondering in front of nature."
Putting back Nascha's hand on her lap, she raised her head and squinted a little. "Zerlegen and Murai seemed to be closer. I almost lost the child some moment ago." she said half to the others, half to herself. So she is bringing her back... doubt was coming to her mind, how could Zerlegen killed a man like that and then bring back the little girl. Maybe the man insulted her...or maybe she did not do it...maybe she is covering Vincent...but why?
Trying to think about something else, she thought about Sven's words. That's quite interesting. I have always been with "real life" form and now I have a vampire and a necromancress next to me!"
She was about to voice her comment loudly when she smelled burning, turning back her attention to the fire, she saw that the first meat piece was now black as well as the wooden stick that was holding it.
"Oh no! I should pay more attention or we wont have anything to eat!" she focused back on the meat.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:44 pm
Having heard the girl's question before the attack, Zerlegen rides close to her and reaches over to brush off the child of any dirt.
"Ahi! Not a King of Worms, the King of Worms, Murai. He is the Morbid Master. Every necromancer's true family and power derives from him, he had long ago given the first necromancer their dark magick. In a way he is also the god of necromancers you see but he is much more dear to us than that and us to he. The King of Worms blesses us with new powers, salvation from the rest of an unkind society, and keeps younger users from having nightmares of impending demise. Only he is permitted to know of when someone is to die, among my people at least.", the woman realizes she had raved a little but is glad to extend this knowledge with such an innocent, one without prejudices yet. She also realizes that she had never mentioned the Festering Father to anyone, "Is this your power, to read? No matter. It'll be of great use to you and I find it very refreshing. What do you think about the undead, Murai?"
Now the camp fire is within sight as is a wandering figure. Zerlegen glances at Vincent and gives him a slight nod to silently bid him a safe promenade. Her side continues to throb painfully, such a miniscule scratch shouldn't cause such a fuss. She is sure to conceal it by angling her staff over her lap. Whiffing the aroma of burnt flesh the necromancress sneers as she is within hearing distance now.
"Well done, we'll find MUCH nourishment from this epic adventure yet at this point! Oh the stars must be smiling upon us now!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:48 pm
"Ohh." Murai said, listening intently, loving to learn about new things. She nodded through the whole bit, not a negative thought crossed her mind about how long it was. It was interesting to her. When asked if this was her gift, she shrugged. "Kind of. Usually I cant just pick up things without touching them, but most of the time I can hear you, which is unusual, even for me. Im a Seer." She paused before going into more detail, watching as Vincent walked away. "If I touch someone I can see just about anything I want if I concentrate hard enough. Like earlier for instance, I wanted to know what really happened with the old man and you and Vincent, I was going to touch Vincent, find out. I was only curious, really. I might have been able to see from the old man even. But I have never tried from the dead."
She thought awhile on the second question before respond with an unsure answer. "What about them? Ive never really thought about them." She made a face of undecided concentration. Still not sure if she'd answered the question the way she should have. As they got closer to the camp, once able to smell meat cooking, Murai slid from the mare's back, walking closer from there, her mare still staying fairly close. She thought she had been hungry before but being so scared she guessed she hadnt known how hungry until she could smell the meat cooking. It felt like she hadnt eaten in forever and was becoming increasingly impatient to be allowed to eat.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 2:20 pm
"Food is over here!" shouted Angaya, waving at Zerlegen and Murai.
She had managed not to burn everything and was quite happy with how the meat turned out.
She did not know how to interact with Zerlegen but after a while, she looked up at the Necromancress and articulated "Thank you for bringing Murai back...she was getting further than I could feel." the last part of the sentence was said at a lower level but she knew that the others could hear her.
She handed a stick to Nascha, to Murai and to Zerlegen.
"Are you sure that you don't want any?" she asked again to Sven. She had trouble believing that once a week was enough to feed him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:30 pm
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Nascha smiled at Angaya as she examined her claws. She was a curious one, definately, and ever so polite. The cat woman took notice to Zerlegen and Murai's absence and looked up as they drew nearer. She noticed something on the necromancer's stomach, a flash of red, but dismissed it. If Zerlegen needed help then she would surely ask.
"There you be." Nascha said, her improper grammer seeming normal with the way she spoke it. "Come and have something to eat, it's getting late and we should all be getting to bed soon."
Sven looked up from the crusifix yet again when Zerlegen and Murai had come back. A set of spectacles now sat on his nose for he was looking at the cross in closer detail now. His eyesights wasn't as it used to be, he wasn't one-hundred anymore.
The vampire declined Angaya's offer once again, "No thank you dear, I assure you I'm fine. I don't eat the meat of the beast anyhow."
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