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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 3:01 am
Arbutus awoke with a start. He had been resting fairly comfortably amidst one of Noctua's many ancient trees, when a nearby sound alerted him to possible trouble. Only, trouble (in this case) had many faces.
As he rapidly looks around, he suddenly realizes that all around him, the tree is staring back; the avian faces of many, carved into it's think dark bark. Arbutus feels transfixed, frozen in place by both his shock and awe. What was this he'd stumbled upon now?!
Was this some horrid spire left by a Mystic's curse? What if he had disturbed something fouler? Maybe some vengeful deity what sealed its victims in bark? "Noctus save me." he whispers, barely audibly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:12 am
 It was rare for a vanishing isle...or rather, someone who lived on a vanishing isle, to be seen in the same place twice. Of all the trees one could find in the forest, choosing one at random make a double-pick nearly impossible. And yet here she was again, peering through the thick canopy at a place she once called home. Ahh, it was from that year. It had been a fair season, and she'd had much inspiration. The tree's gnarled, scarred body was testament to that. Covered from stem to stump in expressions, profiles, faces, it was a sight to behold.
And what ho? A face moved, stirred, shook free of its wooden prison and looked about, a perfect picture of fright. Golden eyes slitted behind their wooden mask, locking the image away for another time. A fitting mask it would be.
"Noctus save me." He spoke, and the dark bird chuckled. He was no fledgling or hatchling, her usual playthings, but she would show herself, she decided.
A woosh of wings and she pressed herself to the dark bark on the branch beside Arbutus. One eye shone through the splintering hole in the wood, all that was showing of her grin. "You like my tree then, young one?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:45 pm
The only thing keeping Arbutus from leaping out of his feathers was the thought that the voice sounded vaguely familiar. Whirling his gaze towards the source of the question, it takes but a moment for recognition to set in on Arbutus' features.
“You!?” he blurts out.
It's difficult to tell if this is a declarative statement or just shocked disbelief. Frankly, he isn't sure either. All he manages in reply is to stare at the masked Shadow incredulously.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 10:05 am
Ename bit back a chuckle at Arbutus's face. So funny, so priceless! Ahh, if only the tree she sat on wasn't already riddled with hardened scratchings, she would etch it in to be remembered forever.
"Me." She reiterated, head twisting a bit to the side to show a further glimmer of golden eye. It was a benign eye, surely, though it glimmered with mischief. He usual desire to frighten was overridden by her mild egotism over her work. He had been appreciating it...fearfully, but appreciating it. That scored points with her.
"So...you like my tree?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 10:57 pm
“Uhh... w-wha? I mean...” he stammers.
Arbutus is still struggling with a difficult mixture of shock and confusion. If memory serves, when he'd first met her in that wretched cave some time ago, hadn't she introduced herself as... an artisan, wasn't it? He hadn't really been listening to her at the time. What then was all this about her owning this thing, this “tree”? Suddenly, a dreadful thought strikes him.
“You did this?... uhh, what- er, how did... you're...” Arbutus had never encountered a Mystic before now. Though the thought is beginning to make some kind of sense to him, at least it explains the ghoulish mask she wears.
“... it's fascinating! The t-tree, I mean!” he adds sharpish, trying desperately to remember his manners.
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