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 Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 1:09 pm
Self RP! Stats for Both Soquili are in Sabin Duvert's Teepee <3  
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 1:12 pm
 Malach rarely left the forgotten cave that she called home without reason. She was content to let the world pass her by, and to dwell, forgotten, down in the crypts of the earth itself until she was needed. It made no difference to her if she had the company of others, or was left alone to her thoughts and divinations. The world might be passing her by, but she was acutely aware of the march of time and the passing of each life into the great beyond. Within her sphere, at least.
It was for such passings that summoned her from her dwelling place on this day. She had been busy of late. Fire had come to the land, and in its wake, Malach followed. Some sought the quiet, peaceful respite that she offered. And some, strong of spirit, begged for a chance to live. She granted each request as they came... but usually, even in the latter, she was there at the following dawn to put an end to their suffering.
Malach never shed a tear. She couldn't. There were no eyes in her face, and the ones on her wings lacked the capability. But even had she the ability, she understood her role in the world. She understood that every creature - great and small - eventually left this realm.
On days such as these, Malach traversed the land on hoof. To stop and aide where she was called upon, to cast her long shadow over the earth. Occasionally, she would pause, perhaps to consult the runes she would toss, to figure the direction she would head.
The branches of the trees grew bare, the thorns crawling and grasping at her as she moved beneath them. There was a chill in the air, and a vague sense of old death to the mare as she entered a strange clearing with a low, broken fence and shambled, broken stones. A gravesite.
Malach paused, her wings flaring open and her head dipping in respect.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 1:13 pm
Brigitte could feel it in her bones. Someone was there. In the graveyard. In HER graveyeard. Pulling herself together, the mare strode forward deliberately to confront the intruder. "Who dare-!" She rattled as she stepped around a twisted tree.
But for once... the words fell from the skeletal mare's mouth as she saw the figure poised among the crumbling headstones.
"You..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. She knew her. She had never met her... at least she didn't think she had. But she KNEW her. That face... it drive a sharp spike through the madness that clouded Brigittes mind. "What you be doing here? You already took dem!?"
Another thought rattled through Brigitte's skull as her eyes flared a little brighter, though she held her ground. "You're not here for Brigitte?" Sometimes, Brigitte felt like she didn't know if she were alive or dead.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 6:39 pm
Malach turned slowly, regally, her wings still outstretched. She did not perceive the mare as a threat, though many powerful soquili who lived in the area gave the mad mare a wide berth.
"No... I am not here for them," Her voice was a gravelly whisper. "Nor am I here for you. Not today. I have come merely to give respect. You are the guardian of these hallowed grounds, are you not?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 6:44 pm
Guardian... that word, so familiar. It rung bells in Brigitte's mind that she didn't even know that she had.
"Yes, that be me." She boasted before really knowing what she was saying. "I watch o'er dem as they sleep." She cocked her head, closing the distance between her and the solemn angeni, "You sang dem quite de lullaby, Death."
It seemed the longer she spoke to the angeni, the more her words seemed to make sense to her. It was like a reminder... like she was blowing away the haze from her mind. And with it came a flash of memory. A colorful stallion... he had done it as well... how long ago was it?
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 2:14 pm
"You know me, Guardian." Malach's raspy voice was more of a statement than a question. "You have flitted with me for many years. You and your kin understand the ways, understand the joining of the dark and the light... respect.... reverence even in irreverence." Was that a ghost of a smile on her skeletal face?
"You may not know it.... but standing watch over them as they 'sleep' is a comfort to the living as much as to the dead. To know that someone cares... someone remembers. Even if they themselves have departed. I do... sing them a soothing song... to ease the troubled." She turned to face Brigitte full on with her crested face, "You are troubled as well, Guardian. There is something broken... something missing... but it is not in my power to fix..." Once again, it was a statement, and for as gentle as the words were despite her raspy, dry voice, it did not chime with sympathy.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 2:20 pm
Something missing. There was movement in the mare's addled mind. Like a single tick of a long-locked cog. Colorful feathers... flashing scales... four wings like hers but shining like the rainbow. That's what she reminded her of. Sort of. But he was not Death but brimming with Life. She remembered him. His visits. Not once but twice. A meeting of Gods he said. She remembered, for a brief moment her heart ached as she remembered baskets... foals...
But no... that was not what was missing. She saw their faces... their bony faces sometimes... something that also roused her from her haze. Real faces.
They were like his. HIS.
"Death... you be knowin' him? Have ye taken him? Surely, he couldn't be taken by you. He KNOWS you. He follows you, celebrates you! Tell me ye did not dig his grave!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 2:29 pm
"No, Guardian," the hallowed angeni whispered, "I have not taken him, but I know not where he is. He has always roamed, has he not? Traveling and visiting with the dead and dying... distracting and finding joy. Perhaps he will find you. Perhaps he will not."
She turned, granting this mare a small favor, withdrawing from the folds of her ancient looking scarf that seemed as if it might crumble to dust. Carefully between her teeth she withdrew a grouping of bones, and dropped them onto the ground before her. They were oddly shaped, and landed in a seemingly random pattern. The eye in her wings blinked and scrutinized the results before blinking at Brigitte.
"Your fortunes have always been intertwined, Guardian. You are broken without him... but eventually, the cords will pull together once more. I do not know how much comfort my words will bring you before your madness consumes you once more."
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 2:37 pm
Brigitte watched Death closely, watching the tumble of bones from her mouth. Bones were always something powerful to the mare, but stare as she might, she could discern no meaning from them.
Death's words, however, that brought her a feeling almost foreign to Brigitte. Hope.
"The #($* should'a ne'er left me!" She shouted defensively. But honestly, Brigitte couldn't really remember HOW they were parted. Only that they were. For now at least.
"If you be seeing him, you tell him Brigitte be very angry wit him!" She emphasized it with a stamp of her bony hoof. The faces on her hide seemed to contort in anger.
She wanted to say more. Say if she saw him, to tell him how much she ached to see him again. How broken she felt. But she refused. Her head swayed and she strode right up to Death herself and stared at her eyeless face. "An if'n you take him before I see him, den dere ain't NO force stoppin' ME from comin' for YOU."
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