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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 1:55 pm
This is a private RP for Pavlov (Angelique DelaMort) and Isolde (Sheacka) "You're not there..." Pavlov muttered trying to walk along a forest trail while keeping his eyes closed tight. It didn't work very well. Actually, it didn't work at all. He spent most of his time tripping over roots and almost falling to the ground. Which wouldn't have been so bad, except when he opened his eyes as he tried to catch himself the ground wasn't there. Instead it was a pit of snakes, or a row of spikes, or any other creative and devious image his mind could produce. At least he Really hopped it was all in his mind. Of course, there really was no way to know until he actually fell into it. And even then he didn't always know right away...some of the spirits that haunted him were Very convincing...
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 2:37 pm
 Isolde walked a path keeping her eyes around her. She felt like she wasn't alone. She dripped water where ever she walked as she unless she froze. She wouldn't do that, not again. She just didn't know if she could trust anything. She kept on going along then heard some one tripping. It made her freeze in her tracks and look around her eyes scanning everything around her. "It... just... a twig... " she muttered to her self.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 2:48 pm
The stallion blinked and looked around with uncertainty. He thought he'd heard something...different. Not the taunting, the screaming, the threats that normally flooded his ears. Instead, a voice almost as uncertain as his own. He dared to keep his eyes open and took in the surrounding area, nudging aside tree branches until he saw a form a short distance away. "Ok, I know that can't be real," he muttered to himself. He saw a beautiful mare that seemed to be melting before his eyes, her skin dripping, drop by drop slowly to the ground. "That's just too much, there's no way it can be real."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:08 pm
The mare heard a voice and turned her head staring right at the ice blue eyes peering out from bush. "C...can't be... real...?" she repeated stepping backwards but her rump hit a tree. She continued to drip away as she looked back at the eyes. "D... Don't .... Don't hurt ..... m...me." she said timidly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:14 pm
Ok, that was unexpected, Pavlov thought frowning. They didn't normally act scared. Come after him screaming they'd drag him down to the depths with them, sure, all the time. But tumble back in fear? Not their way. Even now he saw the creepers and teh grabbers invading his eye line, skeletal hands reaching from the ground to drag him down, but with careful (and nervously) place steps, he avoided these obstacles, and reached out trying to touch the dripping apparition.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:32 pm
Isolde stayed frozen as the ice blue eyes moved closer reveling more of their owner's face. It... was a skeleton or at least that's what she thought at first then as it moved oddly closer she realized that it was another Soquili and it was his fir pattern. She still was rather nervous but couldn't move farther back. "W...What... do.. do you w...want?" she asked it had to be something why else would he move closer.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:37 pm
The stallion narrowed his eyes and questioned quietly, "What are you?" When his hoof touched a reasonably solid figure he jumped back in surprise. "You are real!" he exclaimed. Of course that meant that his theory of his demonic tormentors having a limiting in their deviousness was no longer valid..but he'd confront that frightening truth on another day. "You're really real," he said again, disbelieving.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 4:11 pm
She shook her head "N... D..don't...." she stammered when he reached out to touch her but it was already to late. Though the reaction of him jumping back was unexpected. "Y...yes... I'm ... r..real.... just .... a... as real ... as .... you ....are." she said looking him over. He's fir pattern was much more elaborate then when you first looked at it. She saw the chain wrapped around his hoof and arm. "B.... wh...why would..... you think other wise?" she asked.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 4:27 pm
"It's um...complicated," he said quietly experiencing acute embarrassment. "I'm sorry for touching you like that, I just...didn't think you were real. Which...sounds much worse than I thought it would hearing it outloud." Pavlov was beginning to realize why some soquili started backing away from him slowly before he even had a chance to tell them about his visions.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:14 pm
She settled a little bit but still was uneasy. "Y...You're not .... going t.. to... h..hurt me... or... f...f...eeze.... mmmme?" she asked as she heard the dripping of the constant water from her fir and mane. She was insecure and didn't know if she could trust him but he didn't seem to be hurting her and seemed like he was scared of something himself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:26 pm
"Freeze?" he repeated in a dumbfounded sort of way. "Oh no, I don't know anything at all about freezing," he said watching her as she continued to drip. "Except for holding real still when you're scared kind of freezing," the stallion added. "Actually I've had a lot of practice with that..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 6:41 pm
Isolde looked at him. "T...The Scared kind.... W...What do... you have t-t-to .... b...be scared .... of?" she asked scratching the now mud under her hoofs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 6:54 pm
"Everything," he said quietly. "It's usually nothing but I can't figure that out until it's too late. So I guess it's better to always be on your guard...or something like that." He regarded her critically for a moment, "And you're scared of freezing? I didn't think the weather around here was too bad right now..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:51 am
She looked at him. He was was scared of everything? Just like she was? "Y... Yes ag..g...again." she said to the freezing part. "I... I... don't want... to be f...frozen....a..again." Isolde said. "I... I guess... it's always .... good... to... b..be ... on guard..." she added looking away.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:15 pm
"Freeze again?" he echoed wondering if he had finally found someone with a level of sanity, or lack thereof, comparable to his own. "Of course," he mused aloud. "That would explain the dripping." But as far as afflictions go, Pavlov was sure he'd rather have one specific fear instead of....general fear of the known and unknown world. If nothing else it would just make things simpler.
"How did you freeze?" he questioned gently. He knew it generally wasn't polite to pry, but again, he very rarely met someone so near to his calibre of, well, crazy.
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