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 Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 11:54 pm
 L'inglesou flipped his tail as he dropped his bag of roots he'd been collecting. He knew that soon Nessie would surface in this brackish swamp, and they would be rejoined after his short absence. The thought made his heart glad. But until then, he had bussiness to attend to. He had gathered the items for his small apothecary and he knew that the few in the area that practiced his religion or played at it would soon be around for his wares. There were some devout who came, but a lot that were merely curious or fearful. Voodoo was often treated with anxiety and misconceptions by others, but it had never been that way for him. It was the faith of his childhood, the thing he had cleaved to long after he left his his mother and family behind in the swamps.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:06 am
Tez picked her way through the swamp with a grimace of disgust. Her hooves kept getting stuck in the muck, and the feeling of mud and grossness around her bones was less than pleasant. The wounds of her childhood had never healed, after all. She was getting hungry. But how to eat in a place like this? No form ground to crush or impale her meal to kill it. Why was she in this horrid swamp again?
Right. She had dreamed of the swamp, so she had come this way. Why? She didn't usually follow her dreams. That sounded disgustingly sappy. However, in the dream...that horrid mare had sunk in the swamp, and Tez had been able to watch the horrid female be devoured by swamp creatures. So she had come to the swamp in hopes that the dreams would be prophetic. Instead she simply felt pathetic.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:28 am
L'inglesou raised his neck, his long hair swinging along his back as the beads on his rump and in his hair rattled familiarly. He glanced into the shadows, feeling something about him. "Who's there?" His accent was faint, almost gone from not having lived with his family for so long.
His eyes fell on the mare who was walking through the sucking mud. He could feel the heat coming off her aura, she must align with a hot loa rather than a cool one. He tilted his head at her. "Dark child, what path brings you here to my apothecary?" He watched the girl with shards of glass, and hot eyes like coals.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:33 am
"Your what?" she asked, tossing back her mane. "Is that a fancy word for horrendous stinking bog of despair?" she asked dryly. "This place is a horrid pit of stench. Is there anything to hope for here, save the painful death of one you despise?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 10:33 pm
L'inglesou nudged shut the jar on his makeshift shelving. How best to answer the dark child? "This 'orrid stench is me home. You can find death here, but also life. I deal in both chile ."
He eyed the mare with her jagged fragments and wild eyes. "What you want though is determined by what you pay for. What you pay for his determined by me chile. So I ask you again, what is it you seek?"
((sometimes he drops a letter because of his accent--the slower he speaks, the less it shows up.. He says child like chile. And sometimes says me instead of my))
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 10:49 pm
Tez eyed him suspiciously. No one gave something for nothing, and the fact that he openly admitted there was a cost didn't make her comfortable, if anything it made her perversely more suspicious. What if she told this one what she desired, what she came here for, and he turned out to be on the side of the other, of that... that... female. No... she would not be open about this, she would not be obvious. No... She would make this work, her way. She would get him to dance to her tune, she would get what she wanted, if he could do it, without his ever knowing that was her true goal. The plan clicked into place in her mind. Slowly, slowly, she had to handle this gingerly.
She threw back her hair and studied him, head tilted to one side. "What I pay for, what I seek... you never told me what it is that you can do. What is the point of asking for the stars from one who cannot even see the moon? What is the point barging over a scrap of meat with one who will demand the world? I think I need to know more about what it is you are offering, exactly, and what it is you want in return."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:28 pm
L'inglesou moved another jar around and shifted some herbs that lay in drying. This dark child was guarding her secrets well, she did well to be wary. He could betray her easily and she realized that. But secrets were best kept until they were whispered in the right ear. Knowledge was power, and power was what kept you safe or destroyed you.
His beloved knew little of what had happened to her at the Blood Moon Carnivale and she suffered for it. He was always eager to find out more about the Blood Moon Carnivale. Maybe this girl knew something, she had the mark of it on her leg. Perhaps she was a part of it or someone she knew was.
"I can help you kill someone as easy as a thought or I can bring someone back from the brink of death. I have herbs that will help you conceive foals to keep some male or drive him away. I can help you make someone so sick and miserable they wished they were dead. Ask, that's all you have to do 'chile." He paused, "But tell me, why is it that you carry the mark of the Blood Moon Carnivale?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 11:10 pm
She listened to him, carefully keeping her face from showing any expression. He could do it then? He could kill that horrid mare. She could be free. But at what cost? And certainly she could not reveal just yet what her wish is. No, she needed to make may requests, mix the true one in with the false, so that none could tell what her aim had been. Play the game, and make others play with her. "And what would the costs of this be?" She asked, ignoring his question. If he really wanted to know, he would ask again, and then she could decide what to do with that. If he handed her his desire so easily... It would make it easy to manipulate him; except for two things. One was that she knew nothing of the mark he was talking about. She had never heard of a Blood Moon Carnivale. The other was that her target bore the same bleeding brand. What if he took on the task, then asked her, and dealt with her instead? No, she needed to find some other price, but what else could he wish, worthy of all the things she will ask of him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:09 am
He could see her mind working over the problem at hand, worrying it like a dog with a bone. Soon she would ask with her mouth or with her eyes--what price? And she would look at him with those eyes, and that terrible jagged smile and wonder if she should kill him or risk it.
L'inglesou let her work it out, she would not believe the price of what he wanted--she would be suspicious of it at best. "'Chile, you have to decide how bad it is that you want it. I cannot force you," he pulled forward a small jar. "I'll set you free from 'her. You can't hide it from me 'chile. I know that mark, and I know what it means. You want to be free, don't you?"
He shoved the jar towards her, but waited for her answer.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:23 am
Her eyes narrowed at him with suspicion. She had never once said who it was that she had wanted killed, or even that she had. He claimed that she could not hide it, but she suspected there was more at work than some simple trade. No, this one had power. She could feel it in his gaze. It meant that he was one who could help her, but also that he was one she dare not trust. She did not think he would so easily become meat for the scavengers in this horrid swamp. He was dangerous, and he could harm her as easily as the other mare. Her eyes flicked intentionally to her mark and back again as he spoke once more.
"You asked why I carry this mark," she said, her words measured and careful, and made to sound casual. "With one breath you proclaim ignorance and request information from me, imply it to be part of the bargain. Then in the next breath, what say you, else that you know of the mark and what it means, implying that I am the one who came to you, that the answers are your offering in the trade, not your request. Which then is it?" she asked. "Speak plain," because she had no intention of doing so herself, "What is it that you offer? What is it that you wish?" she asked, as though he had come to her, and not the other way around, putting herself in the implied position of power.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:44 am
He smiled at her, "So much mistrust 'chile, she messed you up." He pushed the jar farther forward to her, "All I want is something simple from you, something you would not even think of giving. But I will ask it of you, and you will refuse because you are suspicious, but it is the only way. I know what you want 'chile." Perhaps more than you know yourself. Yes, just the thing...deep in the Swamp. That's where her freedom would come.
"It is but your blood I want, and I can make things right. p***k your skin and fill the little bottle full of your dark blood, your dark thoughts...Do that, and I can set you free from her." In ways you may have never thought of .
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 2:58 pm
She assumed the most haughty airs that she could to hide the fact that he had shaken her to her core. She was to be the game master him, she was to have the power, not he... but... was he guessing or... did he truly have the power somehow? No, he was guessing, he had to be guessing. And what of his need for her blood, why would he want that? What could he do to her with that?
"You speak as though you know much, but any fairgrounds corner card turner could guess. Speak plain so that I may know the extent of your knowledge," she demanded, fighting hard not to shudder. Oh she didn't mind the bleeding, even the pain from opening a new wound, but if the blood gave him power over her, were she to become the puppet and not the puppet master... No. That must not be.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 10:39 pm
"Your mother," he spoke calmly as he broke a sprig apart sniffed and placed it into another jar. "I know someone who knew her though she may not remember her well." His deep voice thrummed, "It's not some mummer's trick this. It is the truth. Many fear Mary 'chile. She is made to be feared. Dark things happened to her in that dark place and it is her that molds you so. The Ringmaster," he smiled widely. "That name evokes terror or hate in many hearts but the Ringmaster keeps it's own secrets."
"You hate her, don't you 'chile? The one who bore you into this dark world, that's a dark thing indeed. You want to escape her, but can you? Not unless you're willing to give something up. Just a little blood. Just a little and I can help show you the way to what you desire. Can you achieve it? That is on your own pretty dark little head."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 11:43 pm
She laughed, and it was not a pleasant sound. He almost had her half convinced, almost. But clearly he was just good at reading Soq's faces, and he read her hatred in hers, but pulled some Freudian tropes from his hat and missed the mark entirely. She let a small cruel smile slide into being.
"My mother?" She asked, in a croon she had no way to know was so very much like Mary's. "That's your big deep wisdom. That I hate and fear my mother, and she's some mare named Mary." Though if that part were other than a guess, somehow... that would be her first real clue.... Not that she cared.
"Just so you know... You are quite mistaken. You cannot hate one you have never known. This has been an interesting diversion. I suppose for that I must thank you, but my patience for such tomfoolery is at an end."
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 9:21 pm
L'inglesou looked up at her suddenly. She did not know then that it was Mary, her mother, who hunted her. So it was not Mary that raised her...He though for a long moment, looking deep in her eyes. Yes, the Swamp Flower was what she needed but she would not trust him enough to trade for it. So, he would have to trust her.
"Deep in the swamp lies the answer you are looking for 'chile. A rare Swamp flower, a legend in these parts. But flowers have thorns and this flower cannot be plucked. The secret of getting it is a trial of the soul. Go deep into this Swamp where the fireflies live and you will find it. You will find yourself. And when you do, bring me back your blood. I will expect payment. I will know if you find it. So I'll be putting me trust in you 'chile. You do not have to trust me."
He took some powder out of a jar and blew the dust in the air, watching it drift away waiting to hear what she would say.
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