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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:44 am
This is a self RP between Seibel Chirma & Obsidian Spector  
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:55 am
Seible was shrouded in silence. That and the chill in the air told him clearer than words that he was somewhere he shouldn’t be. The problem was that it came upon him so suddenly, he wasn’t even certain where he was or what had happened. He did know that animals didn’t stop making sounds unless there was a predator around. There was always something somewhere moving in the grasses or rustling the trees. But even the wind seemed afraid to blow right now. So… had he walked into the middle of a hunt? Was he about to be ripped apart by a skinwalker? He wouldn’t have been surprised. It would have been just his luck. He managed to escape from other such situations. Well, maybe not skinwalkers. He wasn’t certain if he’d ever met one of those. But kalonas, yes, and unusual mares who were not at all normal in their kindness… but that wasn’t the problem right now. He knew he was far, far from that mare. So instead, he focused on what he needed to do now to survive, and that was to hide. Such an action had never failed him before. He took a step forward and a twig snapped under his hoof, sounding unnaturally loud in the silence. He cringed and hoped that whatever was causing the quite hadn’t heard him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:59 am
SNAP. Obsidian’s head jerked at the sound. The only sound in the silent forest. She grinned with what flesh she had on her face and crept forward until she turned the bend to find the source of the sound. A little critter, all lost and alone. She giggled, and the sound was more than a little hysterical in the silence. The critter flinched, looking deliciously scared. Oh, this would be fun, she decided as she approached slowly. “Snap,” she murmured. “Snap, snap, snap goes the twig. Lost little foal, all alone, snap, snap, snapping away. Flinch, flinch, flinching the twigs.” Her words started to take on a crooning quality, as they often did.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:00 am
Seible took a step back at the sound of the voice. “Who… who are you?” he demanded, gruffly, gathering up his usual armor of crankiness and anger. It had worked well for him in the past. Anything to hide his obvious weakness. He prepared to run, though running was usually a very bad idea for him. Especially in the forest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:04 am
“Who?” she repeated with another insane giggle. “Who? Who? Whooo goes the owl, oink goes the piggy, Mew goes the kitty, woof goes the puppy, are you an owl? Hoo, hoo, hoo. Hooo are yoooou?” she giggled again, finding this somehow hilarious. She could see what the critter was doing. He was puffing up like an angry kitten. “Kitty, kitty, kitty…” in a moment, doubtlessly he’d be hissing and spitting. Or maybe those odd ridges along his head and back would go up like a kitty’s fur. Or maybe he was a puppy, with his tail between his legs, trying to growl and sound all fierce when he really wasn’t. “Well, well, well?” she half chripped, half crooned. “Are you a puppy, puppy, puppy? Or are you a kitty, kitty, kitty? I think you’re a hissing, spitting, fluffy kitty.” Yes… he looked more like a kitten than a puppy.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:35 am
“I… I’m neither,” Seible sputtered. Whoever he was dealing with was clearly insane. Unless there were puppies and kittens running around that he couldn’t hear, which he highly doubted. He was blind, not deaf. Because of his blindness, in fact, all of his other senses were much sharper than the average soq. His hearing, in particular, was almost bat-like. Almost, because he sometimes thought he could hear better than bats. So, yeah, he would have noticed if there were any puppies or kittens running around. What he could hear, however, was the completely unhinged way this mare’s voice squeaked when she spoke. It was like she wasn’t all there. He didn’t like it one bit.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:36 am
“Neither?” Obsidian repeated. “Neither, either, meither, seither, ceither…” she trailed off, realizing she was just making up words now. Not that it mattered. She enjoyed making up words, sounds, it was all part of the game to her. But that was a game that one played by oneself. Not when there was a cute little kitten to torment. “How does the saying go, go, go?” she pondered. “Something about kitties… and skinning… Ah, yes… more than one way to skin a cat, cat, cat. Are you sure you’re not a cute little kitty, kitty, kitty? I think you are, yes I do. You look like a kitty, kitty, kitty to me.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:38 am
“Well, I’m not!”Seible quickly assured her. He had the sinking feeling that he was about to become some kind of cautionary tale. He didn’t want to be skinned, who would? Especially not by some psycho that he had met in a dark forest in the middle of nowhere. Because he was more convinced than ever that he was in a dark forest. It had the feel of a forest, and darkness was supposed to be associated with bad things. No doubt the creatures that normally lived in the woods were quiet because of the creeper in front of him now. He took a step backward, intending on trying to find an escape. But his hooves betrayed him again, finding a dry twig and snapping it. Blasted branches. If he got out of this alive, he swore he’d find himself a nice meadow where he’d just camp and live out the rest of his miserable life.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:40 am
“Oooh, the kitty is trying to run away,” Obsidian giggled. It was so cute when they tried to run like this. It lent a certain… thrill to the game. “Run, run, running like a scared little kitty. Run quick, quick, quick, and I’ll catch you, quick, quick, quick. A game of tag. Run, run, run, tag me and I tag you, winner gets the pot, pot, pot. Shall we play a game, kitty cat, cat, cat? A game of tag? Tagging the cat, catting the tag, tag, tag. Or no, no,no! We could play skin the cat, cat, cat. You play the kitty, kitty, kitty. Or should I play the kitty, kitty, kitty?” She paused to consider that, taking the moment to close the gap Seible had created with a short step of her own. She had usually been the one to chase. Would it be more fun to be the one chased?
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 7:53 am
“Yes!” Seible quickly jumped on the opportunity. If the stranger was the one playing the cat, then she would be the one running from him, right? At least, that was how it sounded to him. He wasn’t certain if that was the rules that were going through her twisted mind, but he was willing to take the risk. He had heard the step she had taken, and he knew that she was still the same distance from him as before. He was willing to bet, also, that her legs were longer than his. Her voice was coming from over his head, which indicated that she was much taller than him. Most people that he met were taller than him. He knew he was what was commonly called a “mini.” His height, however, was one of the few things he wasn’t sensitive about. Though, after this ordeal, he was probably going to develop some sort of complex over it. Blasted crazy lady.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 7:58 am
“Yes?” she crooned. “Yes, yes. I’ll be a kitty, kitty, kitty, then.” Oh, but being chased couldn’t be that much fun, not for her. He was such a little critter, with such short, short, short legs. She could outrun him in a flash. “So, no, no, no,” she spoke aloud, not realizing she was doing so as her thoughts drifted out of her mouth. “Such short, short, short legs. That would be no fun. Maybe next time. Yes, next time, I’ll run, run, run. But this time, I’ll be the kitty, kitty, kitty, and the critter will be mine, mine, mine, oh yes. You’ll be my toy, toy, toy. I’ll play, play, play with you like a kitty, kitty, kitty with a mousey, mousey, mouse. Yes, won’t that be fun, fun, fun?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 8:15 am
“Not at all!” Seible argued, taking another step back. It sounded like the only way he was going to get out of this was if he ran soon and fast. Though, if she was right, and if his guess was right, he wouldn’t be ABLE to outrun her. He didn’t know what he was going to do if that was the case. He had to play her twisted little mind game. Or try to convince her to let him go or… something… anything. Before the crazy mare tried to kill him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 8:25 am
“Oh, but it will, will, will,” Obsidian argued with another lipless grin. She matched Seible step for step. The chase hadn’t started yet, the ground rules for the game were still being agreed upon. He couldn’t run and she couldn’t chase until that was the case. “It will be such fun, fun, fun,” she insisted, wistfully. “You’ll run, run, run. I’ll chase, chase, chase. Like a cat with a mouse, bat, bat, batting around a cute, fuzzy little mouse, mouse, mouse. You’re not a kitty, kitty, kitty, so you must be a mouse, mouse, mouse. And if you’re a mouse, mouse, mouse, and I’m a kitty, kitty, kitty, then I’ll chase, chase, chase. What fun, fun, fun! Yes, such fun, fun, fun!”
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:10 pm
“No, no it won’t,” Seible tried again, still backing away from her, trying to move slowly. “No, wouldn’t it be more fun if you tried to run from me? I mean, yes, my legs are short, but I’m fast! Really fast!” He tried to sound convincing, realizing that it would be so easy to see and hear the lie in his voice, or on his face. He had never been a very convincing liar.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:16 pm
“Fast, fast, fast?” Obsidian eyed the very legs he had mentioned, wondering if he was really as fast as he claimed. “If you’re so fast, fast, fast, then it’ll be so much more fun, fun, fun to chase, chase, chase you, yes? Oh, yes, yes, yes. That would be best, best, best, don’t you think?” A distant part of her mind noted how her repetitions always seemed to get worse when she got excited. And this critter promised to give such a wonderful game. She did so love a good game. They were rare, the playmates that gave her a good game. Most just ended up talking her to death and boring her. Some managed to reason with her, to snap her into those even rarer moments of lucidity. But this little one… oh, he promised to be fun! “Fun, fun, fun,” she murmured, more to herself than to him.
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