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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:11 am
 Inside of the forest near Clarus Arbor the slight creaking and cracking of trees and roots could be heard as well as several annoyed grunts in the form of a female voice. If one had gotten closer to the sounds, they would have seen a flash of green-ish yellow light that would last for only a few seconds before seeing the blue hair of Myra Fellen swishing from side to side in a very messy braided pony tail. Another grunt escaped through slightly bleeding and swollen lips from all the biting she had done out of frustration. That day, the young Witch had decided to train with her magic of Earth manipulation and light creation. The previous fight that had gone on during the Hallow's Ball had upset her very much.
'Useless....'
The thought she had while watching everyone do something spun around her head and enveloped her inside-out with an emptiness inside.
'Useless, useless, useless, USELESS!'
In anger, Myra sprouted roots right through a large oak tree and tried to rip it apart. Unfortunately for her, the roots merely ran right through the tree and disfigured it horribly. There were a few cracks that had split through half of the trunk but her intent was to rip the tree apart. The cracking that had come from the damaged oak was fairly loud and could have possibly let whomever know where she was if they hadn't figured it out already. With a last effort to let her anger out, Myra tried growing and expanding the roots that had been stuck into in the trunk of the oak once more with the intent to tear it apart. It had seemed as if the tree was fighting her and with her magic limit approaching, the young Witch stopped her actions and fell to her hands and knees on the ground panting. With a loud, angered grunt Myra pounded her fist against the ground. Once the realization of her action set in along with the pain, the blue haired girl yelped loudly in pain.
"That.... Was seriously dumb of me...." she managed to say through pained grunts.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:33 am
 "I must agree with you." Said a voice from above the girl. The source of the voice stood just behind her, towering over her in his six feet of height. He had a rather sad look upon his face as he studied the tree. Long legs strode past her, and a hand was placed against the bark. He had to deal with this before the damage was beyond repair. He focused his energy and the spirits around them began to engulf the tree. Soon the roots returned once more to the earth and the trunk of the tree showed no sign of damage. It was a slow process but he stood motionless and silent the entire time.
Once satisfied, he took a step back and dusted off his hands. "There. Now you won't be in agony. " He said softly, smiling at the tree. In all honesty it was one of his favorites in the area, older that most around it. But soon enough his attention turned from the tree and to it's attacker. His golden eyes would narrow slightly as his lips twisted into a frown. "I can sense your anger and frustration, but destruction is never the correct path in calming your mind. "
His hand extended towards the girl, an offer to help her from the ground. "First, let's get you off the ground. Then we can discuss why you have traveled so far into the woods. Hm? " He smiled now, waiting for the girl to take his invitation.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:00 am
A voice startled the young Witch and caused her to remain motionless on the ground. Who was it that was in the area with her? How long had they been there? As a pair of legs strode by, Myra slowly plopped onto the ground, her booted legs bent on either side of her. Curiously, the blue haired girl watched the man go over and fix the mess she had made with the tree. After seeing how fond he was of it, an embarrassed blush covered her cheeks.
'He must live near here....'
She hadn't exactly understood what he had said to the tree since his voice had been too low, but she could tell he was talking. Maybe he was actually talking to himself. Who knew except the purple haired man before her.
Suddenly, he had turned towards her and actually spoke with a sort of kindness towards her. For a second, Myra didn't feel like she was in trouble any more. She also completely forgot about the pounding in her hand and hadn't noticed the redness and swelling of it until she instinctively reached out to his extended hand.
"Sorry about the tree...." she said just before her eyes laid on her red hand and she pulled it back. For some reason, she felt.... Relaxed around this man before her. Her anger at herself slowly died down and the usual emptiness that was inside of her as a Majin. Her blue-green eyes wandered over his features and her eyes caught his ears; she could've sworn they twitched just then. What was he? He felt powerful (and that made her 'heart' groan for a bite) and yet he seemed rather.... Different than a human or Majin. Was he dangerous? His calming effect on her made the hair on the back of her neck stand u-
Her hair. Her appearance. Oh dear, she must of looked like a train wreck. If the man before her hadn't been there long, he might have thought she had gotten beaten up by a small group with how she looked; messy hair, swollen lips, and dirt all over her.
Myra held out her other, non-swollen, hand to the man and placed it into his, allowing him to help her up. Questions zoomed through her head about him but she kept her mouth shut. For that moment, any way.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:30 am
When the girl offered her swollen hand, his eyes studied it for a moment. That could easily be taken care of once they returned to his home. But when he received her other hand, he gently tugged her up from the ground. "There now... you look worn and tired. I'm sure you can use a meal and a moment to clean yourself. Hm? I can tell you are embarrassed from the rosey color of your cheeks."
Releasing her hand, he turned round to take a few steps. He had placed his travel bag down in order to be more nimble if a fight broke out. Retrieving it, he slung it over a shoulder before he pointed up an overgrown path.
"I live close to here; about a five minute walk. You can rest awhile before I escort you out of the woods. I'm sure you don't want to be lost here over night." He explained, giving her a quick glance over. She certainly wasn't dressed to go hiking through the woods. He couldn't help but be curious as to why she was out here.
Silently he started to walk in the direction he gestured to. He was taking his time though, as he would be mindful of his steps. If there was a stick or a root in the way, he made sure to move it before the girl would walk past it. Though, even a five minute walk in silence made the walk seem even longer. Might as well break the ice now, so to speak.
"What is your name?" He asked lightly, holding a tree branch back. "Though I suppose it's more polite to give ones name first... My name is Cassiel."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:35 pm
Myra kept her mouth shut the whole time, simply giving the man a nod to show that his words had actually been processed through her brain.
If they had walked the whole way through the forest to his house- 'Please let this guy not be a murder or something.....' -Myra would have been quite content. Instead, Cassiel as he had claimed his name to be, spoke not too long after their journey started. He was such a gentlemen; holding and moving things for her to cross the path. Of course, she wouldn't have minded hiking through on her own.
"I'm Myra... So you live here in the forest...?" What a dumb question. Of course he did, where else would they be going? Myra's slowly receding blush came back full force and with such a heat it actually made Myra a bit dizzy.
Suddenly, a slight movement caused Myra to lay her eyes on Cassiel once more. She saw them move again, didn't she? Those ears of his.... They peaked her curiosity and drove her into the jumble of questions her brain had come up with earlier.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:52 pm
He couldn't help but smile at the question. It was quite obvious that he lived out there, but he'd at least humor her. "I do; in my family shrine. It's just up this hill. You should be able to see the archway." He stated, taking a small step to the side for her to see ahead. There was in fact a wooden archway.
A couple dozen steps and they soon reached the wooden arch. He stopped her here as he reached up to remove a ward placed upon the area. He couldn't leave everything completely unprotected. At least this way his home was safe when his back was turned.
"It's been a long time since I have had a visitor. I don't believe my home is unkept, but do excuse any mess there may be." He explained, guiding her up the small dirt path that lead to his home.
"I normally don't allow visitors upstairs, but I will make an exception so you can clean up." At the small entrance to his home, he paused to allow her inside first. It was clear to see the stairs to the right. But the whole area was a sight to be seen. Perhaps he'd give the girl a tour after she calmed down some. "Up stairs and to the far right. That's where you can freshen up... Though, would you like some tea? I'll get us some snacks while you take your time."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:16 pm
Well, she should of expected that. The answer to her question was already there, yet for some reason Myra had to ask. Why couldn't she have just kept her mouth shut like she wanted to in the first place?
After Cassiel had explained and let her know where everything was, the young Witch murmured a thank you, a yes please for the tea, and skittered off to where he had directed her to. Once inside the room where she could clean off the dirt, Myra stopped and thought a moment. This guy that she had never met before, had never even seen before, let her into his home and is letting her clean up in his home. Plus, those ears and his power. But those ears! Who- what is he?
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After Myra had fixed her hair and got as much dirt off of her as possible, her blue-greens peeked out of the crack of the door and shifted left, then right. Cautiously, her booted feet stepped out one after another as the door had been slowly opened for her to pass through. Where was she to go again? This wasn't her house and she didn't pay attention when going to the room, yet she had made it. Perhaps finding the stairs was her best bet. In the hall way, Myra frowned. But where were the stairs...? For some reason, despite her thoughts going back to Cassiel being a murderer, she wished he had just popped up out of no where or had been there waiting outside the door.
"H-hello....?" she called out, hoping that he would hear her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:36 pm
It was easy, with his ears, to listen for the girl. So while he tinkered in the kitchen, he kept a faithful listen for when the girl was done. When the moment came, he paused his snack preparing to turn round and once again greet her. "I'm here." He said gently from the dinning room doorway. "I'm inside the kitchen preparing the tea. Also, I hope you don't mind jam on toast. I don't have much to offer at the moment as I haven't been to town in about a year."
Gesturing for her to come into the room, he stepped around the table to return to the kitchen. It was a simple room with little to no decoration as he rarely used the room himself. In the kitchen the teakettle started to whistle and he quickly removed it from the heat. As he came back into the dinning room, he smiled at the girl. "I am quite curious as to how you came about these part of the woods. So you must tell me while we enjoy the tea."
The items were placed down for them before he took his seat. "So if you don't mind, how about you go first. I'm sure you have questions of your own, but that will come soon enough. I'd just like to hear someone's voice other than my own for once."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:21 am
Myra allowed herself to be lead by Cassiel's voice over to the kitchen area. Boy, was he a talker, though. It was almost.... Cute. The thought brought a small smile to her face that quickly disappeared. What was she thinking still doing here? What was she thinking letting herself be lead into a home- shrine, whatever -without so much as a slue of questions? For god's sake, the girl was going to have tea and toast with him!
Quickly, Myra pulled herself together. Her own questions would have to wait for a bit.
As she sat down and listened to Cassiel speak, that same smile spread across her lips that she couldn't fight back. Something about his aura relaxed her, even with all of her speculations. His talkative (or at least what she called talkative) self made her feel as if her worries were simple nonsense.
"Well.... What do you want to know?" she asked curiously as Myra sat down and took up the tea that was given to her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 11:28 am
He sat across from the girl before he poured their tea. He really was a little embarrassed by only have toast to offer; maybe he should make a trek into town soon. "Well, for starters... I am curious as to why you were so upset; though I’m sure it's too personal to tell. So then, why don't you tell me where you're from? Like I said, It's been a long time since I had a visitor. I do believe the last one was two years ago at least.
I believe she came from that school not too far from here. It's about a day's travel if you walk quickly, almost too at my speed. Oh.. See, there I go again. I'm so used to talking to myself that I forget to listen. So please... go ahead.
I know your name is Myra. Are you a student? Just from town? Tell me anything. Even if it's a lie I'll listen." Though if it were a lie he'd easily be able to tell if her spirit wavered in her story.
So he shifted to get comfortable in his chair, his eyes fixed on her. His chin was gently propped into his hand as he watched her. He watched not only with his eyes, but a part of his own soul. It was almost creepy how still he got, and really... was he even blinking? The only thing moving every now and then were little twitches of his ears as he listened to the world around him, as well as the girl in front of him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 3:15 pm
Again with the talking.... The same small, goofy smile played upon her face; Myra couldn't help it. Wait, how old was he? Oh well, Myra would get the answer for that once her monologue was finished.
"It's fine, Cassiel. Really. I... Don't have very many friends so the joy of hearing another's voice is mutual, just not to your extent. I'm a recent graduate, actually. My students years.... Well, they weren't the best. My people weren't- still aren't -widely accepted and so friends that I have had quickly shunned me for who I am." Myra paused and let out a lengthy and deep sigh.
"I suppose you must know what I am by now. With that out in the open, I shall continue on the basics of my life. My family name is Fellen and I'm just a month short of 20. I do live in Clarus Arbor, in a sense. My cottage is on the outskirts of the forest. If you ever stop by on your way to or from town...." Myra's eyes fluttered up from her toast and to Cassiel's still figure, her voice had gone lower and returned to its usual soft and fluttery sound. "You can always drop by. It's the red wood and brick house with a small maple in the front yard." This time, Myra paused to take a bite and sip her tea while also regaining her train of thought.
"Even a lie, huh? Well, I don't lie unless I have a very good reason. I um...." Shyly, Myra looked down and played with a loose strand of hair. After a small blush came to her cheeks, the young Witch shook her head. "How about I know about you now?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 4:03 pm
"So you were a student? I myself have not set foot in that school, so I cannot relate to that experiences. However, friendships can always be made, you just have to be willing to extend a warm had some times." He muttered, closing his hands around his warm tea cup.
"I will be honest with you, I knew what you were the minute I saw you. Majin, human, ghost, even druids or exorcisma like myself; I can tell what you are if your spirit allows me to." He explained, that smile staying on his face. "So, like you.. I am not human. However I do stand out quite a bit more." One hand lifted up to itch at one of his long slender ears, a small pout forming on his face. Many looks are given his way because of the pointed organ.
"I've always been a forest dweller. My parents lived at this exact shrine before my father decided it was my time to take over. Though, if you ask me... he just wanted to shift the responsibility to me and go have fun traveling with my mother. From time to time they stop in... but It's usually just me here.
As for what I am; you can see I physically look like a human save for my charming smile and interesting personality. Plus my ears are longer." He chuckled softly at the corny attempt of a joke. "I do have a deeper connection to the spirit world than anyone else. That is where my magic lies, and how I was able to heal the tree. I do feel that you have a strong potential in magic, but you lack the discipline I was lucky to have growing up. My parents were tough on me, and I sense you're struggling on your own. Perhaps once you understand yourself you will have an epiphany and understand your magic as well."
He smiled once again, looking at the girl with a thoughtful expression. "If you still have any questions I'd be willing to answer. Though I think I gave you most of the important details."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 4:35 pm
Myra's pink cheeks flared up red when he told her that he knew what she was. Of course.... He's powerful, after all. But, as the word of his race flitted off of his tongue and spun around her head, her mind had a hard time grasping. Exorcisma.... Wasn't that a rare-
Her head had stopped spinning about the man before her once his last sentence rolled through her ears.
"I have questions.... You're an Exorcisma, right? So.... You're like a rare breed, right....? What's your age? Do you live for a really long time? Is-is the spirit magic apart of your race? Can you talk to plants? Are your ears inherited? Are all of your people long eared? Are you like a hermit?" Myra's mouth was moving so fast as were her words and the more she spoke and asked questions (which were often just rephrases of her previous ones) the more she lifted from the seat.
"Are you going to kill me after we're done here?" By the time Myra had asked the one question that had been on her mind since moment one, she was standing up and somehow her hands had wound themselves around Cassiel's. Myra didn't even notice where her hands were, not even the throbbing in her damaged hand made her attention divert from the purple haired man before her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 4:58 pm
Completely caught off guard, Cassiel sat there wide eyed as he looked at the girl in front of him. So many questions; all of them in what seemed the same breath! But that surprised look on his face would smooth into a smile and his hands gently held hers in return. "Before I start to answer your questions, let me address the last one first." He started, releasing her hands and gesturing for her to once again take her seat.
"I don't plan to kill you. In fact, I don't kill anything. It's not the way I am. All life is important and who am I to take a life?" He explained, folding his hands in front of him.
"Now, as for what I am... I don't think I'm rare. I mean, there are exorcisma all over. However we do tend to hermit ourselves away. So I believe the chance meeting of one like myself is rare, but we in fact are not.
As for my age..." He had to pause a moment, counting the years in his head. It wasn't a question he had to think about too often, and he was a bit embarrassed to admit he forgot. "I think I'm twenty. We age no different than humans so I've been on this earth for twenty years. In a sense we all live a long time if our sprit continues to walk this earth after our body gives way. There are many ancient spirits around this shrine that I talk to on a regular basis and perhaps one day I will join them. But not for a long time I hope."
He chuckled a bit at himself, thinking of an old man version of himself. Yea, he wan't looking forward to loosing such a pretty face any time soon. Perhaps he could find a way to spiritually keep is handsome looks.
"As for my ears. We all have them; even you. So they are not that different. My race simply has longer ones, which does help us hear the dead around us. So I suppose they are special in that way, but they are still just ears." He carelessly waved his hand as if the topic of his ears really wasn't all that interesting to him. Well, it wasn't. At least she wasn't tugging on them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 10:49 am
The young Witch was out of breath slightly, enough to cause her breathing to be labored a bit. As Cassiel's hands unwound hers and moved away, her fingers twitched in response. What was that that she had just felt then? But as he began speaking, Myra took her seat and the unnamed feeling was forgotten. She let him talk, fascinated by his words. At times her replies (which were merely sounds acknowledging that she had heard and listened to him) sounded fairly childish. They went right along with her slightly opened mouth and intrigued expression. So much information given to her, Myra couldn't understand how she was able to, well, understand everything had said. She had just come in contact with a new (well, new to her) race and her brain drank up the purple haired man's words like a dry desert. Once the bit about his ears had been passed from lips to her own ears, Myra closed her mouth and had a thoughtful expression.
"May I touch them?" she asked, her shyness from earlier gone completely. The more she spent time with him the more..... Comfortable she got, the more relaxed she felt, and the more Myra believed (and hoped) that she would see him more often than this chance encounter.
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