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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 1:11 pm
Private RP for the meeting of  and 
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 1:31 pm
*Scæsaris walks along the gentle banks of her bayou, enjoying the soft sounds of her swamp. She approaches the murky water, nodding her head to a near by alligator that lay sunning himself on the shore, acknowledging his presence and strength. He hisses and slips into the water, staying on the surface to where he can watch the mare. Scæsaris dips her head down to calmly take a drink, not even considering a possible attack from him, fore he knows who she is, that this is her swamp and his is only allowed to stay by her graces. She nods again, a tender farewell, before receding back into the cypress trees and Spanish moss.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 5:28 pm
Why was he visiting the swamp? The Doctor had no idea, but something had been said about it and he decided to find out if it was true or not. Was he crazy? Probably... but who could say was crazy was now-a-days? The brindle stallion walked carefully among the sunken logs, his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, the long tails that were usually trying to trip up his hooves were safely tucked out of the waters way. Tardis sat on his back grumbling slightly about how the Doctor had managed to con him into coming along. The water was already higher than the little blue ferret and so he had convinced Who to give him a ride. Now he wasn't sure that the small token was quite enough.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 5:49 pm
*Twigs napping, the sound of hooves on her shores, hooves that were not her own. Scæsaris's shot her head up at the sound, offended by the other's intrusion. A stallion was invading her land, her waters – how dare he enter her banks without even the slightest sense of caution or care, crushing her precious winter mint. Stepping for from the cover of her cypress she snorts at him, and his silly companion, looking ridiculous with the ferret on his back. Such an abomination on her murky land.* Why do you come and disturb my peace? *Ears twitching in his direction, awaiting a response, something to explain this disturbance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 5:55 pm
"Fantastic!" Doctor Who grinned at the mare who seemed to slink out from between the cypress trees. He had never seen such ornamention on a horse before and was intrigued by the mask she appeared to have on. "My Lady, I am very sorry to intrude. I have heard stories about this place and just had to find out if they were true. I have traveld a long way to find answers and so if you wish to spare a little of your most precious time I will be glad to remove myself from this swamp as soon as they are answered." "Hopefully sooner..." Tardis muttered from the Doctor's back. He peered at the murky waters that surrounded them and gave a shudder. Creatures such as he should never be in such damp conditions. "Master, I do believe she wishes us to leave. Maybe we should respect those wishes?" "Nonsense Tardis, I am sure she would not object to a little conversation." The stallion smiled again at the green mare and winked slightly. "My companion here would love to hear more about yourself."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 6:11 pm
*Scæsaris's brow creased in frustration, with a hint of confusion. Was he not afraid of her? Not even the slightest bit intimidated? Those who heard the tales never came; they were told to protect them from coming here. Her unease was starting to settle; at least her folklore had spread far beyond her lands and the outlying fields. And at least the little one was, she gave him respect of that, but his master? She did not understand him, if he had heard of this place; he must have heard the legends of her. It was only by the grace of his subtle flattery that she nodded slowly.* If you come off my mint, I will allow you to stay for your inquisition. *Drew herself back from the waters bank, onto the more dense, almost dry, earth surrounding a nearby willow tree, never taking her eyes off the stranger.* What have you come to learn?
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:50 pm
Mint? The Doctor looked down and failed to see where his hooves were standing. Deciding to oblige anyway he smiled and lifted his hoof, looking where to place it next before noticing where she had moved to. "Many apologies Madam, I did not know I was standing on such a precious mint." Moving forward he joined her on dry ground which was something Tardis was thankful for. Hopping down to the ground, the ferret climbed up into the tree to wait the conversation to be completed. Ignoring his furred companion, The Doctor smiled winningly at the green mare "I assure you, this is no inquisition. I am merely curious to know if the stories about the swamps are true. It is said a terrible beast lives here, have you heard about such a creature?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:08 pm
*A sigh of relief pasted through her lips as the brindle slipped off her mint; it would only be around another few weeks, reaching the end of it’s season, and she did not want to lose it a few weeks too early due to the carelessness of a random stallion. Scæsaris watched as the bright ferret bounce up the willow and nodded politely at him, before turning back to his master, a sly grin across her muzzle; it will take more than a cheeky grin to win her over.* Yes, I have heard of such a creature. She protects the wetlands from all who dare threaten it. No harm comes to those who respect it, treasure it, nourish it. *She glanced back up at the ferret, curious to see how he was fairing with the nutria before looking back to the strangely enthusiastic stallion.* Now it is my turn, no? Who are you?
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:35 pm
"Oh well, I am just a wonderer who is interesting in discovering new things and following tales and other mysterious events." He waves a hoof around vaguely, "I'm no one in particular, just your everyday vagabond, people call me The Doctor." With a grin he looked around the area and nodded. "Quite a charming place you have here, though in the stories I had heard, the monster was a male. Quite interesting that you say it is a 'she' have you met this monster yourself? The standard fare of taking care of the swamp to stay on the monsters good side is normal, I would never expect anything less of a good monster story."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:48 pm
*She scoffs at him,* Of course, pompous men expect a female would not be able to defend such a place; women are defenseless, right? Leaving the fighting to their rough steeds? My, how her words and actions are twisted by other’s tales. *She was rambling, glaring out into the bog, almost ranting, her temper barely being controlled. Her head snapped back toward him, eyes bright with knowledge.* Of course I have met her, but she is subtle, only comes when necessary, preferring to go unnoticed, only coming out from her fog when necessary, never making herself known for anyone who does not need to be reprimanded. A mere trampling of mint will not draw her from her dark caverns… *Spreading the truth had somewhat calmed her, even if it were slightly twisted. She dropped her head, taking in a deep breath before continuing,* she’s not a monster, not really. Just loves her land, and hates seeing it destroyed. This land is a part of her, all the plants and animals are her children; she only acts defensively, can you really call someone like that a monster?
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 10:26 pm
"I would take that as qualities of a Mother." The Doctor retorted with eyes twinkling. "And I for one, never said that a lady is not one to be strong and fight for what is right, just that the stories said that the monster is male. I for one am open to both but in my experience, monsters are quite ugly to behold and you are definitely the opposite." he made a short bow and looked up at her with a wink. "There is nothing wrong with wanting to protect the land we live it. That is a very noble quest to undertake.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 10:43 pm
A mother, *Scæsaris smiles briefly, not at him, but at her bayou, her home,* how intriguing. *She looked back to the unfamiliar stallion, so unafraid, but also not threatening, just exuberantly curious.* Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, to use a cliché. Most see this place and only think of the mud, the slight smell of decay, the filthy waters. But for me, *she glanced up at the canopy of Spanish moss, and gave her first full brilliant smile since meeting him,* for me it is heaven. *She then nods her head toward a lightly beaten path,* I can show you, if you like?
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 12:02 am
"Ahh but a beholder who has seen the world and dreamt of bigger is usually the one with the least biased viewpoint." Doctor Who smiled once more, a more softer look upon his face than the usual wild grin or haughty stare. "Well, my dear Madam, I would feel honored to see your little part of Heaven. It is not often one get's to see something from the eyes of another and I for one, have always said you can never judge a book, or swamp, by it's cover." With a nod towards Tardis to stay put for the moment, he followed the green mare down the light path. "So tell me, do you have a name to go with that interesting visage and refreshing outlook on life? I doubt I can keep calling you Monster."
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 12:58 am
She chuckled, and shook her head slightly, “I never once said I was the monster of the myths. I am known as Scæsaris, Doctor.” She slowly meandered down the path, following the bayou banks and nodding toward the body of water. “Normally the water if full of duckweed, but during the winter it gets a brief reprieve, but that just means it will come back in full force soon, filling the waters till it almost looks like land, but of course its not. Swamps are wonderfully deceitful.” She moved on, and nodded upward, “and then there are the wasps, and the bees, constantly working for the same goal, hundreds of them all moving together, peacefully.” She wandered further, up to a dead cypress tree, brushing her muzzle against the coarse bark but only smiling fondly, “these are amazing in their own right. Even when they die, they do not decay, this cypress.” She looked back at her waters, and nodded an acknowledgement to another ‘gator, knowing it would not bother them as it quietly dipped under water’s surface. “This place is my home; I rarely leave it. So tell me over your travels, Doctor, of all the places I will never go…”
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 1:03 pm
"Scæsaris. That is a very fitting name. Mysterious and beautiful with an aura of..." He trailed off for a moment as if lost in another world." "Well," he came back and switched over to a more brisk tempo. "Not everyone can have such ties to a pleasant name. I am usually called Doctor. That shall do for now." He looked around studying the creatures and plant life that she pointed out during her explanation of the swamp life. "That sounds fascinating my dear. Have you ever thought about giving tours more often? No... I don't suppose you would really. Too many people coming along and your mint would be completely crushed. Ahh well, such is life." His eyes twinkled. "But then how many people would find travel through such a dangerous place a vacation. It would take quite a hardy soul." He smiled winningly at the swamp mare.
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