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 Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 8:38 pm
 As a stormy twilight descended across Faetasia, Wednesday found the dim light reflected the turmoil of feelings she had inside her. Every week she found her family line diluted more and more, infected with non baddie races and those of weak will. Her father cared not for his legacy, only for his fun. He left hoards of offspring in his wake, and unlike Wednesday most were content to simply know their father as a distant shadow and bond instead with their full blood siblings.
Wednesday had no full blood siblings. She did not believe she wanted one. But constantly, there were this feelings of discontent and anxiety boiling beneath the surface. She would convert them into Anger and spite when need be, using them to fuel her feelings of hatred towards those who called her 'sister'. Her family was not worthy of existence, or love. Only she was worthy of those things, and yet so much continued to elude her. She was doomed to remain alone, with no one to fight by her side. Not her mother, not her father, not a sibling, and not even her dearest friend Shakespeare. He was the closest thing she had to her own brother, and even he had no time for her any more.
"Very well" She swore to herself "My pain will become their pain. And they all will be sorry for being brought into existence"
She felt a hollowness to her words as she spoke them, and again the feeling of discontent boiled beneath the surface. She hated them all. With her dark mood stirring Wednesday leaned against the great willow tree outside of her stone cottage. It sat upon the edge of a forest, and was strategically placed atop a hill so she could see the valley below. She took peace in the calm before the storm, knowing all were scurrying in panic to find shelter
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 8:59 pm
 Most Faes would flee such a storm, but Paris would not.
"FINE! I will leave!" She shouted back into the door of the home she shared with her mother. There was no response from inside, and she didn't expect one. Jackie was probably back to whatever bizarre communications the bathandler had with her bat. As the rain poured down on her, she stalked across the valley, preferring to soak than to admit that she was uncomfortable. She tossed her hair, feeling it grow heavy with water as she stalked across the valley. As she walked, she made for the hill, wanting to get as far away from that tiny little home as possible. Besides, she had spotted a little house on top of a hill and she was feeling oddly lonely. Maybe there was someone there she could pass her bitter feelings on to.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:52 pm
The Willow tree provided an adequate shelter from the rain, it's thick canopy taking most of the beating of the storm. Wednesday looked back towards her cottage, she should have brought a book out with her.
She snapped her head back towards the valley, hissing at the memories that resurfaced. Her as an infant, sitting within her mothers library at their old home. Her father storming in, looking down on her with such adoration then back up at her mother with unconcealed malice. Yet he smiled. He smiled as they fought and she could see something between them. At least she thought she had. He had called her Wendy. It was his name for her. When she cried after he left her mother threw a book at her. So many books, she was absorbed into them all through her child hood. She stared at the library door for so many years. Years in which he enjoyed his freedom. Years in which he soiled their bloodline. Years in which she nurtured the feelings of scorn and hate.
She would buy a new book tomorrow, one that would not remind her of her abandonment.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts she hardly noticed the figure walking towards her hill. She glared into the onslaught of rain, outraged that anyone would dare invade her peace
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:18 pm
Paris stalked her way up the hill, feeling wet, cold, and pissed. She barely minded that there was another fae there.
"You own this tree?" She asked, as she stalked under it to get out of the storm, not really caring about the answer. When Paris was in a bad mood, she tended to spread the misery around like peanut butter on a sandwich. Unfortunately, unless this other fae somehow managed to lighten her mood, she was going to spread that peanut butter of misery all over her. She tossed her hair, shaking out some of the water. If it happened to splatter the other fae, then so be it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:05 pm
Wednesday snarled as the female stalked into the shelter of her Willow tree. How dare she?! "Ofcourse I own this damned tree, or do I look like I simply enjoy the tree's company?!"
She looked the female up and down through narrowed eyes, trying to steady her rage. In the dim light, she could make out her breed and colouring. Another baddie. Perhaps she was of strong blood, or perhaps she too was bound to weakness "and who, exactly are you?" she hissed, making an emphasis on the 'who'. To Wednesday, everyone was inferior to her.
(( fun, I love dark moods))
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:20 pm
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your alone time with your tree, but I'm wet and cold and pissed and staying." Paris said, polopping down on the ground to indicate the firmness of her intentions. She glanced up at her...companion and a faint grin flicked across her face. Another baddie, like her. How...interesting.
"Paris." She kept the introduction curt. "And just who are you, o Queen of the Willow?" Her tone was sharp and cutting, and she gave the title the way one might speak of something unpleasant one had stepped on.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:55 pm
"Atleast this queen of the Willow had the good sense not to go strolling through the storm." She paused to flick her thick, dry hair showingly "Tell me, are you a masochist? Because surely to do something so idiotic warrants that you have a sick yearning to cause yourself pain and discomfort?" Wednesday took on a casual tone, burying her outrage so that she would appear uninterested in this rude Fae "Personally, I find Faes like that to be...unstable, and their presence sickening and undesirable. So if this is the case I ask that you find another tree to stand under, lest your desire for pain attracts the lightning"
Wednesday set about to inspecting her claws and deeply regretted not retrieving a book, as at this point it would make it much easier to ignore Paris.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:43 am
Paris snorted outright at that.
"When one finds one simply cannot bear the situation in one's abode a moment longer, outside weather conditions rarely factor in to the decision to leave." Paris said, adopting all the haughty offended dignity of a princess. "So no, I am not in any way, shape, or form a masochist. Just...frustrated. And you didn't answer my question." She pointed out. Paris was still seated on the grass, her paws working at wringing out her hair. Why, of all the times for her mother to officially throw her out, did it have to be in the midst of one of the worst storms in a long while?
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:07 am
"Oh please, spare you're complaints for someone who cares. I have enough young siblings not to have to listen to an adult complain like a child. You sound like you did nothing more then throw a tantrum" she retorted with a roll of her eyes "But as it looks as if this storm in not going to let up, and I don't have any desire to run through the torent simply to avoid you, I should at least get the pleasantries over. My name is Wednesday"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:28 am
"Throw a-" Paris glared up at the other fae -Wednesday- as she snapped out a response. "If anyone threw a tantrum, it was my mother." She spat. Not that Paris would admit that she had essentially elicited said parental "tantrum" on purpose. She glared down at the ground. "Good to know spending time with me is less unpleasant than getting wet." She muttered, returning to the work of wringing out her hair even though there was little water left that could be squeezed out that way. "Wednesday, huh? Live alone up here, I suppose. Your nasty attitude can't be good for keeping roommates." She said, looking back over at her as she stood up.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:44 am
Glad to be off the topic of Paris' rage, Wednesday shrugged and chose to continue this tense and spiteful conversation "I could be living with my family. But as you would have guessed, I prefer my own company" she looked up to catch a glimpse of Paris glaring back over her shoulder, her long hair being wrung in her slender hands. Instantly she looked away, confused by her sudden intake of breath and the warmth spreading across her cheeks. Scowling to herself she continued " I suppose from the sounds of it you would likely wish you were in my situation. BUT, lets continue this charade of niceties rather then b***h about matter i don't really care for. Do you read, or have any interests worth mentioning at all? or do you just storm around in the rain in your spare time?"
Wednesday smirked, feeling confidant of herself again
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:13 am
"Oh really." Paris said, though her voice was a bit distant. She looked back at Wednesday, finally fully giving up on drying her hair by hand. "Oh, but bitching and complaining are two of my few hobbies." She said, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I read a bit, not as often as I would like to. It's a lovely way to while away time." Paris would probably never admit it, but she was rather enjoying conversing with Wednesday. the other fae was quite lovely and giving her an excellen verbal sparring match, just what she needed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:47 am
"I read to learn myself" Wednesday stated with an air of superiority " Every book, be it a work of fiction or deeply philisophical can teach you something. If you are looking for something to learn, that is" She looked out across the valley as lightning cracked onto a higher hill "And then such readings lead to some scheme or plot. Although honestly there is little of that to do out here alone, so I just read. Some days I go hunting but I distane doing the bloody work myself. I've always opted for inteligence over violence" Just as Dad does. She finished the last part to herself, letting the string of painful feelings associated with such a thought come to surface. When there was little left but anger, pain and numbness, sometimes it was better to feel it and remember one felt anything at all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:08 am
"Read to learn, huh? What an interesting concept." Paris said dryly. "Well oh my, perhaps I'll try that sometime." She cringed a litttle at the mention of scheming, reminded forcefully of her mother. "...No point in getting dirty pointlessly." Paris commeted. "Besides, it takes much more to work with your brain than with fists or claws." She mentally cursed herelf. 'Good job there Paris, starting to sound like dear old mommy.' She thought bitterly. Scheming and plotting...the only things her mother ever did. She had to admit that she had learned her own more...verbal sparring from her mother. Ine of the few things she was glad she had picked up from her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:47 am
"I'm pleased that you know enough of logic to agree. One can easily prove ones superiority with words, rather then claws. I have a sister who would disagree, and I have often sparred with many of my siblings, but words are always the best weapon" Wednesday's gaze darted over to her companion slyly "not that I can not defend myself if it comes to blows, mind you"
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