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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 7:48 pm
 Home to chicanery, life's blood, downy feathers and sun-bleached bones.
In the dark of the night, a warm glow filters through the trees from a deep part of the Oasis forest. The trees are thick here, old and gnarled, with more moss and creepers hanging from their branches than their own leaves. Beside an overgrown deer path sits the cave from which the light comes, looking much like the shining eye of some dark beast hidden in the thick forest.
Within lies the home of Oya Tiyana.
Here you'll find bones and feathers hanging from the ceiling, dolls of straw set upon natural rock shelves beside varying piles of bones.
Skulls glare at you through hollow sockets.
A tiny, gray-eyed otter looks up from carefully pouring something dark and liquid from a bowl into a vial and frowns, the fur on its head resembling a skull.
And then she comes forth from behind a tattered curtain in the back.
She is tall, and lanky, the tip of one ear flopped downwards while the other stands straight as normal. Bones hand from her ears and neck and tail and a strip of old dark red cloth wraps around her head. Strings hang from the headband, ending in gold beads and dark feathers. When she smiles, it sends shivers into even the bravest of creatures and when she speaks, her sweet, lilted voice is colored heavily in some southern, swampy accent.
"Come in now, out o' de cold night air an' warm ye'self. Ah've got lots o' lovely treats an' dings to warm the depths o' yer very soul."
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:41 am
Clarance: -slips in the cold, upon invitation, and attempts to warm himself by fluffing out his fur and settling away from the predator's den entrance. He is wowed by the odd collections of bone and feather, but also has the urge to chew, as the smell of the bones calls to him-
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:43 am
When Swift enters, he does so as if he is walking on needles. He keeps his head bowed, ears canted just so-- cautious. A part of him wished for his youngest sister's bravery; he could only act so much. Adopting a Finch-like valor, he straightened himself and looked around, the mysticism hanging around the den capturing his imagination. Against instinct, his ears straighten, that nervous grin reappearing.
"Cozy."
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:49 am
Etienne set the bags down on a old wicker box, hissing at a large black snake that was coiled up there. The monster of a reptile, though only to minis such as Oya's helper, merely opened one yellow eye and closed it, returning to sleep in the warmth of the cave. The mini didn't like the snake, but Oya tolerated them both, so it was the least he could do to get along in some sense with it. Oya wouldn't eat him if he behaved, after all.
Her helper was cleaning up when Oya walked inside, grinning in amusement. The hole in the floor where she usually had a fire going was just smoldered wood and embers now, but the warm glow coming from them kept her cave a lot more warm than it was outside.
"Much better," the wolf all but purred as she sat down beside the hole, nodding in thanks at the compliment from Swift. "Now," she paused, looking to the small brown miniature otter, "Ye're a brave ting, takin' mah invitation. Most yer size are 'fraid o' me."
She glanced at the larger otter and smiled.
"An' you... yeh have an aura about yeh. Ah 'ave gifts for yah bot', but Ah wonder if ya'll really want dem." She trailed off with a grin that was only slightly diminished by a snort from Etienne.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:54 am
"O'course I'm brave!" Clarance puffed out his chest, though inwardly he was growing nervous. He knew better and warning signs were going off. The mini was too hardheaded to admit he was terrified or that he might of made a poor decision in following the predator...
But she seemed so nice!
His ears perked at the word "gifts" and he leaned slightly forward. His blue eyes widened and he tilted his head to one side.
"Gift? I wanna see? Can I see, pleeeease? I reall d'want 'et, promise!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:02 am
Swift slipped into easy theatrics, telling himself he was calm until he believed it. His gaze swept over the snake momentarily, nose curling with distaste; he didn't much like reptiles. He took a careful seat in front of Oya, copper colored eyes searching the predator's face.
"Aura? Like that little colored light around people?" he asked, laughing. "I don't believe in 'em, but--" A quick shrug, a bit of internal stumbling. He tempers the suspicion from his gaze, leaving the eagerness bare. His toes ticked against the floor of the den excitedly.
"Yeah?" He glances Clarance's way, "If i'sa gift, why wouldn't we?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:07 am
Oya chuckled at the small otter's enthusiasm and the agreement of the larger one. Oh, she and her friends were going to turn this place upside-down, they were.
"Sometimes, what one see as a gift, 'other sees as curse. Mah treats are always gifts." Etienne snorted again as Oya stood and walked over to him. With a bat of her paw, she sent him tumbling away from the box he had been rummaging in.
"Bu', in dat case, tell me. Which do yeh want? Wisdom, power, or freedom?" she asked as she tilted the lid back until it was propped against the wall so that she could look back at the two otters.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:14 am
"Ain't ne'er seen a gift as a curse."
The small otter voiced, but a nervousness seemed to be creeping into his movements and voice. Yet his neck stretched as he seemed to try to see what she was doing, exactly. The other mini didn't seem too thrilled, but this seemed to go over the eager youth's head.
"Wisdom, power, 'r freedom? Well..." He paused, thinking. What would be the best choice? He was young and brash, so he saw himself as smart enough already. Power... And freedom? Freedom from what? He couldn't help but to be curious. Freedom from being so small? He would of liked that.
"Freedom?" He piped up after a hesitant moment.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:20 am
The coppery scent of a corpse's stale blood slithered its way into the den as Azreal's small head timidly peered into the entrance of the abode. He normally didn't let his curiosity get the best of him, but that she-wolf with the bones had a certain presence about her...
Ruffling his mangy, unkept wings, Az's halo bobbed as he sat still at the mouth of the den, listening silently and intently, as he was so accustomed to do.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:20 am
"Power."
The way he blurted it out practically overlapped Clarance's voice, and Swift sucked in a breath as though he could swallow his choice back down. Did he even have to choose? He wanted to tell himself yes, yes he did, that it had been difficult between the three, but it hadn't. No, if anything, deep down, the ambitious young otter knew exactly what he wanted. His father, his sister-- yes, Swift wanted that drive. But...
"How are you supposed to gift any of those things? They aren't tangible," he reasoned, brow wrinkling. It was his way of trying to save face against his prior eagerness.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:38 am
Oya chuckled long and low, darkly. The cave itself seemed to dim, even as she dipped her head into the box and pulled out two things, one after another, and set them down on the floor beside her. She turned to Clarance first. "Yeh wan' freedom, bu' be careful. Sometimes de freest o' us is de most dangerous," she cautioned and pushed over an old bone.  And to Swift, she held up a vial of what looked like blood. "Ta gain power, sometimes we gotta trade tings closest ta us. Ah wonder if ye're really willin' ta pay de price," she whispered softly as she handed it over.  "Eida' way, ya'll hang onta dose. Migh' help ya get wha'cha want." Or wha'cha deserve. The odd wolf smiled at them, then, in a kind of dismissing way, rounding her attention on Azrael. The undead otter still intrigued her and she couldn't help but wonder what he might want.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:42 am
The small otter nudged the old bone with his nose and his fur bristled as he inspected it. Yep. It was old. It seemed to have an odd smell, one he couldn't quite place... And he did not know what sort of creature it came from. But he liked it. And had the urge to chew on it, but seemed to think better of it as he pulled it towards himself with a paw, then glanced over at Swift and the... Interesting vial.
"How does a bone make y'free?" He asked curiously, his ears flicking backwards as he peered up at the predator.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:59 am
He closed his paw around the vial, covering up what he did not want to see. He could feel the liquid - he told himself it was not blood, was not blood - smear against his paw pad, and glanced over at Clarance to take his attention away from both Oya and himself. He gave no thanks or bade her no question. The Silverwave boy simply climbed to his paws and moved to the entrance of the den, offering Azrael a passing glance as he departed with a low tail.
What had she meant, trade in the things closest to him? His skin crawled, and Swift was suddenly ashamed of himself-- not because he had accepted the wolf's gift, but because a part of him was willing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 12:06 pm
Azrael inclined his head to see what the wolf was pulling out of the box and blinked some dry blood from his eyes to better see the old bone and vial that she produced. A bone and a vial of blood... they must of held some sentimental value... some sort of connection to 'freedom' and 'strength'. He thought quietly for a moment. Freedom... if his soul were free, then he'd loose his body. He would be at peace. Would his family care if he was gone...?
Then there was strength. The only strengths he saw were the ones that took lives, and the ones that saved them. But he was not a vessel for such things. He was only here as death's advocate, watching things die on their own accord and making sure they passed into the next life without any qualms.
Expressionless, he watched as the two otters received their 'gifts', glancing in return as Swift passes and blinking up when Oya's head turned to him. He tilted his head and twitched, remaining still at the mouth of the den. Should he go in...?
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 12:19 pm
Oya glanced over at the small otter again and tilted her head.
"Wit'out yer bones, yeh wouldn' move. Dey free you. An' dis bone'll help free yeh more, if yeh want it ta. Bu' dat's all Ah'll be sayin'. Yeh have ta find out de rest on yer own," she replied and made a shooing motion, wanting Clarance to be on his way, too. She didn't like having guests for too long, and any time after she had given them something was too long.
She looked to Azrael again, settling down so that she was lying, facing him, with her head on her paws.
"Come on in, cher. Yeh look like yeh could use a little warmt'."
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