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 Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 12:04 am
((To later be logged into Laoghaire's seer quest. <3 For Noya. And i'm going out of order here, there should be a solo RP between this one and whatever previous RP I've done, but I haven't had the time to sit down and write it out yet. x.x
Oh yeah, and since I'm being corny with the topic title, might as well go all out and say that lyrics (c) Matchbox 20. <3))
Laoghaire was going bloody well insane.
Since meeting Amelie, she had progressed further into what she absolutely knew was insanity. She had seen Luthais again, twice. Once his face stared back at her from across the river; again he had appeared to her in her dreams, but said nothing. She was hearing voices as well; sometimes they seemed to be Luthais' voice, other times Sioned, and still others she had no idea where they seemed to come from at all. Once she could have sworn the voice came from a rabbit a far distance off, but she had simply shaken her head and continued on.
She had considered what Amelie had told her, about there being some meaning behind all this, but for the life of her she could not understand what she was supposed to infer, if anything.
"Laoghaire, get a grip on yerself," she murmured under her breath. Today she stood atop a ridge overlooking a meadow. Three does and two fawns stood grazing in the midmorning sun, but as hungry as she was, the she-wolf dared not go chasing alone after three full grown, healthy deer who were fully capable of defending their young. Had one of the fawns wandered off she might have considered it, but her temporary (or so she had been telling herself) loss of mind had been disrupting her chances of hunting.
Her belly growled, reminding her of her aching hunger. She was by no means starving yet, but if she didn't find something to eat, carrion, anything, she would be a very irritated, insane she-wolf indeed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 11:17 am
(XDD That's the same lyrics I use for Phantom.
Phantom: What the hell? D< I am TOTALLY crazy.)
Kaho was moving. Fast. So fast, in fact, you'd have thought he had all four legs if not for that awkward limp.
It was a struggle and a headache spawned from doing so, but he blocked his mind from all those around. There was only one thing he wanted to read. That which wasn't a thought. A voice that came from no where, but was everywhere: Tahara.
The 'butterflies' had began (epesically after abandoning Ran) to go after any seer he came across. This was particular worrysome because Audi had been left in the company of Amelie, who they all thought would keep the angry spirit away, not draw him.
Tahara! Kaho's mind called, and no response came.
The butterfly was becoming two, eight, thirty. The numbers increased as the creatures soared along in the air. By time they reached Lao, the numbers were enough to form the wolf shape that he'd been prone to lately.
Such a shape had pinned ears, a pose that highly suggested anger. And, from the trees around the loud growl, vicious growl echoed.
"TAHARA!" Kaho yelled with the blotch of pink insight. Immediatly, the butterflies broke apart and vanished.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:30 pm
Laoghaire had just turned to leave when -- something -- began to appear before her. Two, six, twenty, fifty pink fluttering butterflies gathering around her, then taking shape --
-- into the form of a wolf?
Another symptom of her insanity, no doubt, pushed further when the butterfly wolf before her pinned his ears back and snarled. Her hackles raised, her rational mind nowhere to be found at the moment.
They stood for a split-second, the butterfly wolf staring her down, and the small silver she-wolf not backing down an inch. The phantoms of her mind wouldn't cow her, dammit!
"TAHARA!" A voice, real this time, cut through the trees and the apparition vanished into thin air.
This was a nightmare. She had absolutely no control over whatever was happening to her; she slept seldomly and when she did her sleep was plagued by dreams. She couldn't hunt for fear of being suddenly transported into the eyes of her prey. The voices that came to her weren't her own, and she could make no sense of the scenes and visions that popped into her head.
And she was still trying to take care of the lost pup, Karina.
The fur on the back of her neck was still up and her teeth still bared when a dark, three-legged wolf with a bone 'round his neck bounded into sight. Adrenaline alone made her do what she wouldn't have done otherwise -- turn the fear and anxiety that had plagued her for weeks onto another wolf.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 7:15 pm
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
Did he have to do EVERYTHING? How many people had helped since he got here? A lot. More than he really had interest in helping. Kaho was SUPPOSE to be in it for Kaho, unless helping would earn him the fandom of a pretty lady, which it hadn't here so far.
This wolf was pretty though, and if only for that reason, he didn't turn and leave like he might have otherwise. His head hurt and his body was tired, and he never bothered reading the minds of other seer, anyway.
"Sorry," he said calmly, panting heavily from the first real run he'd had in a long while. "He's not a big seer fan..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 7:59 pm
The snarl/grimace held for a moment longer, then faded as Laoghaire returned to her senses. Most of them, anyway.
"Who's no' a what?"
The strange butterfly-patterned wolf had seen the apparition, then? Unless he, too, was just a vision, another figment of her imagination.
While she couldn't trust most of her own judgement anymore, she was relatively sure this wasn't a dream or hallucination. She almost wished it was. Seer? Seers didn't exist. They were either deranged or very good con artists who boasted about powers they didn't have.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 8:09 pm
For a few fleeting seconds Kaho did little but blink in response.
Of course. Of COURSE it would be more complicated than just a hello-sorry about that-goodbye conversation. Trying not to release the aggravated sigh caught in his throat, the 'mental shields' as they were called fell and opened the seers mind to that of others.
The first thought was concerning him being deranged or a con artist, to which he snorted and said, "Hey now, I might be a lot of things, but I'm not a deranged. Con artist, maybe, but not concerning any powers... Mostly with getting food."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:10 pm
Laoghaire stared at him. "How'd ye ken what I --"
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:29 pm
The male frowned slightly. She seriously didn't believe in them, did she? That was interesting. Not believing in yourself... Did that mean you didn't exsist somehow?
Woah, his mind warned. WAY too deep.
Trying to look more friendly, he put on a cheerful smile and hoped he could manage to force out a tone that would go well with it. "Seer can do that, m'dear. Mind readers, you know. Some of us actually can't even control thoughts that come in our head... I guess you're not one of those, though."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:18 pm
"..."
Laoghaire sank down to her belly in an awkward lying position, feeling as if her head might fall off and roll down the hill.
It all made sense, or was beginning to. The voices, the visions, the dreams and nightmares. What it all had to do with Luthais was still a mystery, but it wasn't priority at the moment.
"...I'm no' goin' insane." Somewhere between a question and a statement, but by this point Laoghaire was only half aware of Kaho's being there.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:15 am
"Not as far as I know," Kaho confirmed, snorting a laugh. "But I've seen women go completely crazy in just a few seconds. However, it's not caused by being a seer..." It was caused mostly by him, his pick up lines, trying to use them on mated wolves, and things like that. But he'd leave that part out. "Seriously, though, you don't need to be disturbed by it. It's actually a handy thing. How I get most of my food."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:56 pm
Overwhelmed, Laoghaire could hardly do anymore than offer a weak smile at his joke.
She looked up at him from her place on the ground, a paw curling underneath her in an attempt to get more comfortable. "I cannae hunt. Every time I try I end up seeing through someone else's eyes, or hearing someone else's voice."
If this was what she was... she had to make it go away. "I dinnae ken why I have this thing... but I dinnae want it. Or need it."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 7:01 pm
"Sorry, Lovely, it's not anymore optional than your eye color," Kaho said with a bit of sympathy lining his voice. Personally, he'd loved it when he finally grasped what power he held.
But that was because he read the minds of 'the ladies' and became whatever sort of male they wanted, BUT that, again, was beside the point.
"Sounds to me like your problem is mostly that you can't control them," he added thoughtfully, pawing at his ear. Itch. "As for why you have it... I don't know. I don't know why any of us do. But we do. So learn to love it, or go crazy. Up to you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:53 pm
She caught something then, a crude and very male thought concerning females. She looked away after an instant, shifting uncomfortably and finally rising into a sitting position. That... hadn't exactly been something she'd needed to pick up from the three-legged male.
Well, if anything else, maybe she could just not read from people. "How do I control them then..?"
It was difficult, feeling helpless and knowing she needed help but not sure where to turn for it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:54 am
Oh, crap!
After that (albiet with some struggle considering all concentration had been broken) Kaho shut his mind off and winced. Just pretend like she didn't hear THAT. That's what he did with most awkward situations...
"Well, uh, I don't really know how to answer that," he admitted. "I'm sure we all control them differently. It's... Hm."
Control, control... He'd never really had much of an issue with it.
"You need to learn to dim it down a little. Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep without hearing their voices in your head."
Or you'd end up a dream-empath, and that just flat out sucked.
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