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Post by Daniel on May 19, 2007 15:12:47 GMT 10
A reddish-brown wolf stood on a hill over looking a forest. He lifted his nose, taking in all the scents around him. All the new scents, new and different scents. He should be feeling triumph right now, finally being in England and hopefully a land to regain a clean name. But all the wolf felt was regret, regret and loss of his old home. He was banished and for that couldn't go back. Banished for a reason he was not guilty for. To simply put it, banished and forced to start a peaceful normal life over.
He walked down the hill, and getting to the base of it transformed back into his human self. He sighed, leaning on a staff he made. Well this was it, it was England, land where he could start over. A land where he heard of new King that raised to power. He looked through the trees, the bushes and closed light golden brown eyes, the wind in his face. Here it was the end of a old life, and start of a new one. |
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Post by The Lady Witch Jasmine on May 19, 2007 22:13:03 GMT 10
The small white pony below Jasmine shimmered in the strong sunlight. The young maiden had placed her favourite ornamental bridle upon it’s finely carved head, a finely carved ivory horn sprouting from the brow band, making her small pony identical to a unicorn unless seen up close. Her grandmother had taken every measure since Jasmine was a child to make her look like a fairy princess. She seemed too fragile for this world, in her soft pink dress which clung snugly to her curves, hair shining molten about her shoulders, upon the mythical beast. Hooves clambered in a smooth rhythm below her as she galloped across the small clearing. It hadn’t been long since her grandmother had let her roam across the forest on her own, but she was under strict orders to not converse with any man. Why would her grandmother think she would want to speak to such a satanic creature? Brainwashed since childhood? Maybe, but it was what she was taught and respect for her elders made her believe every word which she was taught.
The small pony’s strides grew shorter as it eventually slowed to a walk, the maiden looking about her quiet surroundings before her gaze fell upon a wolf whom stood majestically upon a knoll. She loved the local wildlife and even though the farmers looked down upon the wild canines, she couldn't help but respect the dominance they held over the animal kingdom. Her mount shifted uncomfortably below her as Jasmine watched the creature, hands steady on her pony’s reins to keep her presence little, to unknown. As the wolf moved down the hill an unnerving sensation washed over the young witch as her movements became as uncomfortable as her mounts as it transformed into the figure of a man though her surprise and amazement kept her paralysed in her saddle. Was this man a warlock? A man of the devil? She inhaled sharply as her pony snorted in distress. Jasmine pulled softly on the reins, hoping to back her pony out of the open clearing before the man spotted her.
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Post by Daniel on May 20, 2007 2:14:13 GMT 10
Daniel looked up at the sky sharply when he heard something off to the bushes. He gripped his staff tightly and turned around, looking through the trees. Still adjusting the change, wolf to human eyes, he couldn't see very well. "Who's there!" he called, hoping whoever it was, didn't see him shaking at this distance. Was he in trouble already in this land, or was it some one who won't mind him for once. Maybe he was just being paranoid and it was just a squirrel.
He shook his head, hearing no answer. He sat down and pulled out of his sack some bread. He didn't feel like hunting as a wolf right now, and whoever was watching might just think him as a weary traveler, which he was. Taking a bite out of the stale bread, he closed his eyes. It was nothing like the bread his mother used to make at home, no nothing like it. He sighed and looked at the trees again, one day he may find a new home. He hoped the day was soon. |
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Post by The Lady Witch Jasmine on May 20, 2007 2:41:57 GMT 10
Jasmine’s small body was shaking as she successfully managed to back her pony into the shrubs behind her. The small white mount was fidgeting on the reins nervously as Jasmine kept them in the shrubs, weary of the closeness of the ‘warlock’ as she thought him, yet too curious of the situation unfolding before her. His words crept through the trees, echoing in her head. How many people would actually answer to a stranger? It didn’t even sound like a question, more a demand. The shadows had engulfed the duo, dulling their demanding presence. What was this servant of Satan doing in these parts? Violet eyes stayed focused upon the man as she urged her reluctant mount forth, sticking to the shadows and safety of the forest as she watched the man. He didn’t seem to be doing anything at this moment. Was he waiting for someone? Or something? The pony’s delicate steps created little more than shuffles in the foliage below its small hooves but the recurring snorts of uneasiness passing the pony's nares made it difficult to keep completely silent.[/size]
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Post by Daniel on May 20, 2007 2:54:36 GMT 10
Daniel finished his bread and through the crumbs on the ground. He stood up slowly and stiffly. He needed a better spot to eat, he was moving like a old man, complete with a supporting staff, not a twenty year old. He shook his head, brown braid slapping his face. He looked through the trees again, golden brown eyes scanning the surrounding area. No one there, it was quiet, all he heard now was a bird singing in a nearby tree.
Gripping his traveling cape in one hand and his staff in a other he closed his eyes. Feeling the wind against his face he opened his eyes again, this time they where light gold.
In his wolf form his senses was stronger, and he may be able to see who was watching him. Taking silent steps, paws light on the ground he walked toward the trees opposite where he heard the noise. He knew some one was their now, he could scent them and hear them with his sharpened senses. Walking through the trees Daniel circled around to where he heard the noise. A young lady was riding a horse, by her pose and her clothes she wore he guessed she was a noble. Not knowing if he'd been sighted he stayed in the shadows of a bush, looking through the leaves. Reddish-brown fur prickling with anxiety, Daniel waited. |
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Post by The Lady Witch Jasmine on May 20, 2007 3:09:15 GMT 10
The more Jasmine spied upon the man, the more anxious she got. Her fingers tightened upon the reins, making the mare tug uneasily upon the reins, picking her hooves up higher in a nervous, almost flighty walk. It felt like her mount was about to flee from under her but all her attention was focused on the man. What did he want? Why was he plaguing this forest? And why was it see whom stumbled upon him? As he stood, transforming into the red wolf once more, her mount whinnied fearfully, dancing below Jasmine, preparing to flee but Jasmine held the reins, making the mare more nervous. As the mount shuffled, a lose vine hanging from a low branch tangled itself firmly about the ornamental horn adorning the pony’s bridle. The sudden jerk from above spooked the white mare, making her lurch forth, the horn snapping from the leather and impaling the soft earth below, Jasmine being thrown of the saddle in her negligent state, landing upon her hands and knees where her mount had been. She cursed softly under her breath, a very unladylike gesture as she stood, looking in the direction in which the pony had bolted before she began to dust off her soft pink gown. The dirt clung steadfast to the fabric, earning another curse from Jasmine’s delicate lips. Giving up on cleaning her gown, she looked about herself. She had lost sight of the wolf, or man, or warlock. She didn’t know what he or it was. Finger clasped the ivory horn sticking from the earth, holding it beside her, ready to raise it in a defensive manner if the situation called for it. Had he left? Or was he still lingering here somewhere?[/size]
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Post by Daniel on May 20, 2007 3:21:32 GMT 10
Daniel let out a small growl of surprise when the horse bolted. The fake horn came off and landed on the ground, so did the lady. Shifting his paws uneasily he could tell now that he wasn't the only one that was nervous. Waves of fear came from here, but she stood her ground, horn now in hand.
Should he show himself, or just leave before he found himself trapped in a dungeon. Or would it be best to stay in the bushes and not do anything. Gold eyes gleaming his paws planted themselves to the ground, mind racing. He told himself he should leave, but he didn't want to be seen. This was an awkward state already. He took one step back, and then a other. Lurking in a shadows, a coward? That wasn't him. Not him at all.
Walking from the bushes he put his head on his paws, in a state of submission. He kept his eyes on the ground, what was she going to do with him? Was this the smart thing to do after all? Golden eyes locked on a leaf, he waited. |
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Post by The Lady Witch Jasmine on May 20, 2007 3:38:01 GMT 10
A finger traced the spiral carving upon the horn which gave it the realistic look which had intrigued the few whom saw it upon the small Palfrey’s forehead. The point was blunt yet she was sure she could use it as a weapon if the situation called for it. If not she had the ability to scare people by her ‘powers’ yet with a warlock her threats would not work. Jasmine was nothing but a fortune teller and potions witch. When it came to extreme magic like shape shifting and the alike, she was left in the shadow. The soft sound of movement made Jasmine turn rapidly to face the red wolf. It’s features weren’t threatening, she had raised man wild beasts and an animals poise was like a second language to her. As its head lowered, gaze averted, it could easily be mistaken as submissive, but Jasmine’s trust issues in those she knew nothing of got the best of her and she kept her defensive stand, watching the wolf cautiously. ”Are you the one whom was sitting in the clearing?” Maybe she was insane speaking to a wolf. For all she knew he grandmother could have placed a potion of hallucination in her morning drink. Jasmine’s gaze remained solely upon the wolf, waiting for any reaction that could faintly resemble and answer.
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Post by Daniel on May 20, 2007 7:38:31 GMT 10
Daniel looked up at the Jasmine when he heard her question. He raised himself back up on four paws and gave a slight nod. Backing into the trees he looked once more at the leaf, for some reason it was comforting. He stood still for a second until turning back into his human self.
Walking up to her he bowed his head. "Yes I am." he tugged on one of his braids not knowing what else to say. Was he in trouble? He hoped not. He did his best innocent smile and said in a clear voice. "I am not here to hurt you or this land, I'm just a weary traveler." he gripped his staff, once more in his hand. Now he could see her better he noticed he was just a little older, maybe a year. He stood there, words said, hoping he would come out of this all right. |
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Post by The Lady Witch Jasmine on May 20, 2007 13:31:23 GMT 10
Jasmine watched as the wolf nodded though as it began to transform back into human form she back away a few steps, fidgeting uneasily as he come closer but she kept her back straight and head up, showing she wasn’t about to back down. A small, sharp laugh passed her lips quickly in a manner showing she didn’t believe a word he said. ”You mean no harm? You are obviously a servant to Satan. Nobody without strong dark magic could possess the power of transformation” Her words were cold yet slightly strangled in fear. The only creature on earth she was truly afraid of was Satan and his dark warriors. Her fingers were wrapped so tightly around the ivory horn that the blood had left her already pale knuckles, the carvings upon the horn placing their prints into the palm of her hand.[/size]
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Post by Daniel on May 20, 2007 13:52:37 GMT 10
Daniel cursed lightly under his breath. Why did everyone treat him like this? Since he was around fourteen everyone distrusted him from either they heard their story of the bandit attack or because his ability to turn into a wolf and back with ease. "Do you think I'm dangerous?" he threw his staff to the side, it landed softly several feet away. He looked up angrily at Jasmine. "I don't want to cause any harm, it's not my fault I've been stuck with a gift, not my fault I'm left wandering the forests of Ireland and England!" his voice raised and he did his best to keep it down. He didn't want to influence her thought of him being a servant to Satan.
He sighed and leaned against the closest trees. Golden-brown eyes flicked with worry he looked at the lady in front of him. He couldn't do anything else. He didn't want to get in trouble, or get more fear and worry into here. All he could do was wait, and show he wasn't a real threat. Arms crossed over his chest he looked up at the blue sky. Shuttered by trees, he waited for her to come to her senses. 'Like anyone ever did.' he thought angrily. |
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Post by The Lady Witch Jasmine on May 20, 2007 14:11:19 GMT 10
The mans voice rose as he spoke. Jasmine heard the anger in his voice clearly and she clenched her jaw tightly. If he didn’t want to seem dangerous then he should learn to keep his anger under control but that was too much to expect. Men were simply primitive, violent, sexual beasts whom had no ability to do anything for anyone but themselves. She glared angrily at the man, returning his angry look. The world would be such a better place without the plague of males. She rose a hand to brush a stray stand of silver blonde hair from her face before making a gesture as through she were shooing away the thought. ”There must be dark magic behind such a thing and even if you were not in possession of such a power, you are still a man, and men are all servants to Satan” Her words were filled with venom as she fought him down with her glare, dragging the tip of the horn softly up the silken velvet of her dress upon her thigh, keeping at least one part of her body moving to prevent herself from fidgeting in anxiousness. It was clear she wasn’t trained like the rest of the ladies, to be in control of a household filled with many servants and to meet the needs of her husband whenever he called for it. No. She was too stubborn and pigheaded for her own right and no man would get the better of her.[/size]
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Post by Daniel on May 21, 2007 3:21:34 GMT 10
Daniel couldn't help but laugh. He looked at a tree root as he spoke. "A man? Well yes but women are no better. Strange creatures, either whining or having a pathetic try on being independent." he looked up, and arched one eyebrow. "I'm sorry to say, but that's true for every female." before she could say something in turn he picked up his staff.
Looking back at Jasmine he let out a sigh. "I would love to continue this pitiful argument but I really most be going. I need to find a place to settle, so I can become familiar to this land." he pulled a loose braid behind his ear. "It has been a hard pleasure meeting you, my lady, but its time for my departure." He raised his staff and in a second he was back to his wolf form.
He looked at Jasmine with calm golden eyes. Bowing his head once more he walked the the bushes, wondering if everyone here was as picky as her. |
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Post by The Lady Witch Jasmine on May 21, 2007 16:35:13 GMT 10
Pathetic try at being independent? She could look after herself better than anyone in this god forsaken land. ”I’d rather be a strange creature than a egotistical brute” She mumbled under her breath, her jaw tightly clenched, sending pain through her teeth though she didn’t seem to notice. They were all alike, self absorbed, arrogant beasts whom thought with their prick. As he turned back into his wolf form, fire burnt in her eyes. It didn’t take a specific talent to enrage her. As the red wolf moved into the bushes, she flung the horn into them in an attempt to vent her angry, uttering a curse loud enough to echo in the small clearing. Partially because of the man but also because she had thrown away the ivory ‘unicorn’ horn she cherished for her palfrey.
OOC > My muse spazzed lol[.size]
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Post by Kaylen on May 22, 2007 21:22:35 GMT 10
OOC: This is a rarity. She hardly ever comes out of her castle.
A snatched phrase of song drifted in Sash's head as she walked through the forests. This was the first time she had seen the moon. Seen the stars drift over the horizen. The first time in seven years. Tears fell over her eyelashes as the wind ruffled her hair. She hadn't seen this for so long, so many years cooped up inside. The only thing she got every seven years for herself was one night. Just one night. Here, gazing at the things she was missing.
For she could see into the future. A curse she never asked for. She was doomed for all her life to sit in a castle, the beautiful keeper of the future. She was to ask a riddle to any who wished to win the castle and it's gold. But they never got it right.
So many years had passed. Soon she would pass into legend, and then she would die in the cold musty castle. In the dark. Nobody would ever know. She brushed her raven hair back, and glanced around her. The forest seemed as light as a feather as she walked, silently breathing in the sweet Spring air. She was a sorceress. The more powerful version of a witch.
She had only an hourglass to tell her how much time she had left on this earth. How long it was before she died. And she was trapped for eternity in the future.
Voices drifted towards her from an opening in the trees, and she stumbled over, dark eyes wide with shock. Who was here? Her black dress of mourning floated in the breeze as she listened attentivly. What, he could change into a wolf? That was quite strange. Sash didn't notice as he slipped into the bushes where she was sitting, and jumped violently as he came nearly face to face with her.
OOC: I really hope you don't mind me joining.
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