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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:30 am
 ”Moooooon-Faaaaaall. Moooon-Fall.” Resolutely keeping her lightning in check, Rosel tried not to feel absolutely ridiculous as she described her destination to the aging farmer. ”The city! Your son said you were going there to sell your tomatoes!”
“Potatoes? No honey, we don’t sell no potatoes. We’s sellin’ some tomatoes today though? Way up there in the city…”
A small twitch developed under Rosel’s eye and she was nearly not responsible for her actions when the man’s wife toddled out of the house.
“Beufort! Did you forget to cast your hearing spell again? Daft man…” With a wave of her hand, sparkles popped up around the man’s ears and he blinked in surprise.
”Moonfall,” Rosel cut in before any other side conversations could start up. ”Your son said you were going to Moonfall.”
Before the man could answer, the wife swung a heavy bag up into the front seat of the cart. “Yes dearie, we’re going to Moonfall today. I’m afraid we don’t have any room up front though, and I’d hate to have you in the back-”
”It’s fine. I can pay, if you want?”
This time, it was the husband who cut in, looking much less senile now that his hearing was back. “Pfah. You hop in back, we’ll be there in a jiffy.” He gave her a wide smile as though it were the first time he really saw her. A moment after Rosel turned to head to the back of the cart, she heard the distinct, but familiar, sound of an angry wife smacking her husband for oogling. Glancing back, she was disappointed to see him resolutely staring at the mule’s backside. Oh well, so no en-route entertainment.
With a crack of the whip, they were off. Rosel pulled off her heels and stockings, and kicked her feet off the back of the cart. They still had to travel through town to be on their way to Moonfall, so if she was lucky, they’d get another passenger for her to talk to. If she was really lucky, that other passenger might just turn into a meal.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:18 pm
 Kian didn't like to run. In fact, on his list of least favorite things to do, that one was certainly on the list. Running made people look. They were always wondering, what the runner was doing, or where he was going. They never really thought to just mind their own damn business! For someone who wanted to blend into the shadows, running was the worst idea for trying to hide within the very fabric of reality.
Yet here he was, jogging a bit. His blue hair swayed with his rhythm as his hips so devilishly betrayed him as they swayed back and forth. He couldn't help it if his frame was more feminine than masculine... He caught up to the cart, smiling softly at the woman in the front. His eyes drained of their usual blank stare and was replaced with comical emotion; a bit of panic and desperation. He'd lay this one on thick. "Ma'am! Ma'am I really need passage to Moonfall. I don't have much money bu-"
"Nonsense!" the women interjected, her eyes closing into happy arches. Kian wanted to count the wrinkles, but felt that'd be considered rude... "We've got another passenger back there, hop on!" Kian saw the smug glare of the wife to husband as he jumped into the cart, his slender legs knowing exactly what to do. He wasn't in the best physical shape, as his panting gave away, but he was at least flexible.
He smiled at the female, yet it was cold and not once ounce of emotion reached his eyes. "My name's Kian Donahue. Pleasure, miss." He felt his wings, hidden under his shirt ache as they clung to his body. He wanted to let them drop, but didn't want to alarm the two in the front. The woman in the back though...
"What a pleasant surprise..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:05 pm
Ugh, so no new passengers in town. It was looking like she’d have to survive the whole way with no meals and no entertainment. The man and his wife were too far away at the front of the wagon to even carry on a conversation without shouting, and they wouldn’t be traveling through particularly interesting country. At least the weather was nice, she could be grateful for that.
A shouting voice carried over the rumble of the wheels, just loud enough for her to hear in the back. From over the tomatoes, she saw a flash of blue hair jog towards her and she quickly arranged herself into a casual allure. Meal-time, meal-time, meal-tiiiime… She crossed her legs and flashed a smile as she mentally sang to herself in joy.
He was tall and thin, almost to the point of being shapely. And the look he gave her as he climbed in on the other side of the cart… Rosel knew that look. Breathing deeply, she felt past the dust and pollen to feel his aura. A toothy grin spread as she tasted that particular tang that she so rarely sampled.
A fellow Witch Eater.
”Rosel Shimala, and I believe the pleasure’s all mine.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:42 pm
Kian fashioned his legs in an indian style, his dark smile still playing at his features as he analyzed the other. My, wasn't she a beauty? His hovering eye circled her a few times, getting a nice look at how she hid her wings. Once he deemed her pretty enough to speak to, he decided to strike up a small conversation. At least he wouldn't be bored along this journey.
"What brings you out to ******** nowhere?" he asked bluntly. Of course, the curses were unnecessary, but Kian liked watching facial reactions, good or bad. He was one for the amusement at other's expenses, and never his own. Call him a bit of a jerk, but he'd only find that to be amusing as well.
He grabbed one of the tomatoes, his sharp nails piercing its soft skin, the juice slowly sliding down his porcelain fingers, nestling in the crook of his hand. It reminded him of a still heart, boring, dull and utterly useless. He tossed it to the side, his ice blue eyes going to the couple up front, yet they paid no mind, so he paid no care for ruining their good tomatoes. Ah! I'm so sorry! I got all caught up in the meta and life. >>
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