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Post by soraelna on Jun 3, 2008 15:33:48 GMT -5
Snow sighed, plucking the unfortunate blade of grass out of the ground. "I didn't think anyone was following me. I was the one hunting him down..." She sighed again, uselessly stalling.
"I'll spare you the useless details about my life. But, basically, I grew up in the Ice Fields of Mathurs. As you might know, demons age slowly, while the years seem to pass quickly; our early memories fade quickly. I don't remember much except the faces of those I lived with: my parents. I had a husband, but he died in battle a few months before our son was born." She closed her eyes, bringing her tail up around her legs. Oh, how she was going to hate this.
"Thirty years ago a group of unknown creatures attacked my home, the same ones you saw here. They burned it down with my parents inside. I managed to escape, which I now think was intentional on their part. But the wounds on my child were severe. He died shortly after." Her throat clogged up, but she swallowed. There, the hard part is done. Just continue, she berated herself silently.
"I went on a search for the people that destroyed my life. All I had was a piece of cloth with their scent on it, but I managed to burn it to memory quickly. Still, I remember it. That pretty much brings us here. I followed the scent to this forest, where I stumbled upon your fire.
"As I said, I'm leaving tomorrow. I have to find out what exactly it was that came out of my body during that fight, and what my part is in it all." She finished awkwardly, fighting off a sudden wave of tiredness.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jun 14, 2008 11:18:30 GMT -5
Victor studied Snow as she spoke, trying to seek out any lies that she might have told during the story. As far as he could tell, she hadn't lied through the whole thing. He nodded as she finished.
"Well, they certainly went to a lot of trouble to obtain whatever it is," he commented thoughtfully, feeling Victoria stirring. "But I'm not sure it's my battle."
You will go with her! Victoria yelled. Go with her or I'll do it myself when I regain my body. She needs our help!
We're not even sure she's not really the antagonist here, argued Victor. She could just as easily be lying as not.
What? Those things tried to kill us! What kind of good-hearted being would kill innocents to get to their enemy?
I can think of one, Victor growled. Fine. You win, but only because I wouldn't mind being the father of this beautiful lady's next child. I love women, I like cats, and she's the loveliest mix of the two I've ever seen.
You are ever so sick, Victor, retorted Victoria. Just tell her you'll go.
"But I'll go," Victor added on to his last comment a moment afterwards.
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Post by soraelna on Jul 29, 2008 18:13:58 GMT -5
Snow smiled, half out of thankfulness, and half out of disbelief at the whole thing. "Thank you, Victor." She glanced up at the little bit of sky visible through the trees, "Let's get some sleep. I'll find their scent tomorrow and once you are ready, we'll go. Sound good?" She asked, laying down on her side. She shifted her small bag under her head for a temporary pillow and checked to make sure her weapons were unharmed.
((I'll get started on the bad guy's intro thing as soon as I can. More details later. It's still chaotic here, so no guarantees on dates or anything, sorry.))
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Post by FLICK on Aug 2, 2008 0:26:56 GMT -5
Flick nodded his acquiescence to Snow's latest suggestion. It was his nature to comment on a story as interesting as her's had been, but his mouth was kept shut by weariness and a multitude of questions that threatened to break forth like water from a falling dam, washing aside his attempts at etiquette in their demand to be noticed, and answered. He did his best to look suitably sympathetic - after all, her tale had been quite terrible - as he moved to his bedroll by the dying fire and lay down to rest, letting out his black hair to lie like a second pillow between the gnome and the ground. For a long while Flick stared into the fire, letting the details of their encounter and Snow's revelations ferment in his mind till they felt almost intoxicatingly pressing.
His vulnerability in front of those dark creatures had disturbed him. He didn't like to be reminded of how very fragile he was, the dangers of the world held at bay by naught by bullets and gunpowder. The thought of going with Snow and Victor along a path that probably led to more of them bothered him, but the thought of being stuck in the deep darkness beneath the spreading roof of the Aorin Forest bothered him equally. At least with Victor and Snow, he had some protection... and surely he wasn't obliged to follow her quest to the end? Was he?
The decision grated against his conscience, but it seemed the best one he could make in terms of his own safety. The way he saw it, there was little other choice. So, staring into the embers smouldering in front of him, he spoke up: "I'll go, too, I guess," - and then, under his breath - "for a time..." With that determined for him, Flick uneasily closed his eyes on the outside world in what promised to be a futile attempt at sleep.
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Post by soraelna on Aug 3, 2008 20:14:17 GMT -5
Snow nodded her thanks, but she still sensed unease coming from the two of them, and added, "You can both leave at anytime. If things get too dangerous... well, the last thing I want is to force you to something you could ultimately die doing. Especially since you have nothing to do with this." She looked Victor directly into his eyes, wanting him to know that she meant it.
There will be little to keep me sane after I get my revenge. If either of these two die because of me, I may just fall apart. She thought, her gaze traveling back to the ground underneath her head. "I will do everything in my power to protect you while you are with me. You can be sure of that." With the las of her thoughts voiced, she rolled over onto her stomach, reaching for the pocket of fire that was her beast form, bringing it to the surface with the last of her energy. Now in her leopard form, she curled up and closed her eyes, closing the door for further talk. I'll need my rest if I want to hold up my promise. She thought, even knowing that she needed her rest for far more than that.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Aug 22, 2008 7:59:23 GMT -5
Victor was feeling oddly collected despite what he had just promised to do. He lied down on the grass, on his back, staring into the foliage above and the starlight that peeked through the leaves. He cupped his hands beneath his head, released a sigh, and closed his eyes. It seemed he was on the frontier of a great battle alongside Snow and, very possibly, Flick. He still didn't like the idea of doing this, but if it meant a chance at charming this lady into his arms, then why not? Could be fun. He felt Victoria's disgust as that thought came to mind, but ignored her and slipped into slumber.
Victoria slowly started taking back over, so slowly that Victor didn't notice or wake. The transformation through sleep was easier and thus less painful, especially since Victor didn't put up a struggle. Within several minutes, it was a woman sleeping, curled up on her side, instead of Victor.
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Post by FLICK on Aug 23, 2008 3:34:55 GMT -5
ooc; Hrrm. So? What happens now? Flick's asleep. Asleep's boring. I'm not doing a reply with him sleeping >_>
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Post by Chani {♥} on Aug 23, 2008 7:32:29 GMT -5
ooc;; Have him wake up? xD Maybe he could be the first to rise?
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Post by soraelna on Feb 23, 2009 18:07:36 GMT -5
OOC: Many, many apologies! I've been gone far too long. I've missed this little plot with Snow. I'll try to continue as best I can, I promise.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Feb 24, 2009 4:11:40 GMT -5
ooc;; Yay, she's back! <3 Welcome back, Soraelna!
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Post by FLICK on Feb 24, 2009 23:56:49 GMT -5
ooc: Oh yay! Look... it's my turn... I don't exactly have time right at this very second, but I'll do it tomorrow - unless either of you wants to go first?
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Post by FLICK on Feb 25, 2009 3:38:06 GMT -5
ooc: Here we go!
Flick stirred groggily in the dappled morning sunshine that pervaded their small clearing. It seemed almost perverse to him how in the faint, misty light the darkness of the night before could be forgotten, tucked away until the sun slid away once more and the shadows came out to play. Indeed, he had half-forgotten the events of the night before... it took him several minutes for the reality to rush back to him (about the same time it took his roleplayer to remember what exactly had been going on in this thread) and in that time he had straightened out cracking knees and elbows, crawled off his bedroll and prodded the smouldering remains of their campfire twice with a stick.
He glanced over at Snow, and wondered how she was. It was no small wound that she had copped the other night - something had actually either forced its way out of her chest or had been pulled out magically. Thank god she was a demon - he doubted a human (or gnome, like himself) would survive a wound like that. Dwarves, perhaps, they were hardier. He shook his head to clear his thoughts - he was always like this in the mornings.
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Post by soraelna on Mar 1, 2009 13:59:01 GMT -5
Snow winced in the small amount of light that forced its way through the heavy canopy of the trees. Her tired eyes preferred the weaker, yet infinitely more beautiful light of the moon, and she was annoyed that her deep sleep had been interrupted by the glaring light that was the sun. She rolled onto her side, realizing with a small jolt of surprise that she was back into her human form. Her mouth was very dry, but she noticed a slight dampness in the ground by her mouth. She curled up her lip in disgust and wiped her mouth of the small amount of drool still there. 'I must have slept deeper than I originally intended," she thought, dragging herself into a sitting position.
It was then that she noticed Flick glancing her way, and the sleeping form of another on the other side of the fire. The events of the night came back to her in a rush, and she brought a hand up to the still healing wound on her chest. It seemed to be healing right on time, the pink of healthy tissue poking through the torn fabric of her shirt, and it didn't smell infected at all. She sighed and collected her thoughts, wondering where to start.
She decided on something simple, "Morning, Flick."
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