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Post by Annabel on Dec 16, 2011 0:49:41 GMT -5
Contrary to what one might expect, the forest was silent.
Though the trees seemed to whisper anxiously to one another with each slow breath of wind, there was a distinct lack of sound from the normally vibrant jungle of plants and animals. No birds sang or flitted gaily through the branches, nor did the exotic mammals seem to be out foraging or fighting in the undergrowth as per usual. The local villagers gazed out nervously from their clearing and readied the boats down at the river, prepared to flee if necessary. They knew what would come, but not how to face it. Since their bokor had mysteriously vanished some time ago, they were defenseless against the creature that haunted the unforgiving forests of their island home.
They called her "Ill Fate". Once she had been "Fabled"; renowned for her power and exceptional magic. Little did they know that the once powerful loa had been reduced to some form of pitiful poltergeist. All she was good for now was creating inconvenience, at worst. Still, she couldn't give up, not now; not when it was so crucial to her very existence! She would find a new worker of voodoo magic- or any magic!- and with any luck, she would soon have her solution.
Unseen by trembling villagers, the mare strode soundlessly through the trees, past the clearing and off in the direction of the ocean She was running out of options... and also out of energy which with to carry out her plans. What she needed was a new alternative... or new blood.
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ooc; I'm sorry this took so long, Kitbiscuit. :c I couldn't get it to come out the way I wanted! I wasn't sure what I should actually do, so I hope this is okay. >:
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Post by Kit on Dec 19, 2011 17:11:23 GMT -5
((Don't worry, it's fine! ))
Crisaiah really didn't like being on islands. Tropical ones specifically since they reminded her of her father. And when reminded of her father she was reminded of her mother, her brother and sister too. Of the whole life she once had, and refused to ever have again. But the new life she had chosen required her to come to this island. Magic. She needed magic and there were a heavy number of rumors about magical, witchy creature who lived in a forest on this very island.
She had jumped a random ship headed towards the supposedly haunted place, hiding until they reached port then slipping off to search. Her father's background proved both useful and potentially dangerous to her in places like this. Her golden skin with cream markings and sun highlighted dark hair allowed her to blend with the natives. But if any were to recognize the symbols her markings depicted, she would be in a world of trouble..potentially.
The beaches were the easiest way to travel, allowing her to quickly move around the perimeter of the island. Alternating between the sand and diving into the sea, her sea green eyes pinpointed the rumored forest just up ahead. 'Finally,' she thought with relief. The sooner she could get this over with the better.
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Post by Annabel on Dec 19, 2011 23:25:52 GMT -5
It didn't take her long to sense the tell-tale signs of a ship landing on the desolate beach; the commotion down at the water's edge spoke for itself. Fae took the river, it being simplest--and fastest--route down to the ocean. Invisible to all but the spiritually-sensitive eye, she floated up onto the bank, watching with absolute boredom as the ship's crew unloaded its cargo. Sea-men: superstitious, yes, and potentially amusing... but she had lived on amusement for far too long. She needed something more... substantial.
Her head snapped around as a small splashing sound caught her attention--she'd almost missed it with all the noise from the ship--and it was then that she sighted the Peophin mare making her way along the coastline... alone.
Fae's muzzle curved into a smirk. Perfect. Even better, it didn't look like she would have to work hard to guide the poor unfortunate toward her; the mare seemed to be making her way towards her all on her own.
With a mischievous laugh that travelled down to the beach itself, the loa turned and headed back into the forest to wait. As she did so, she exerted her energy into taking a semi-material form; a fairly rugged-looking Peophin mare, with a rough tan coat marked with red and a dark crimson mane, cropped at the back but long in the forelock, falling over her face in haphazard tangles that didn't appear to bother her. She lifted herself onto the bank to wait, her glowing eyes ill-concealing her delight.
"Here, pretty horsie," she called, and her voice, though a teasing whisper, seemed to bounce off the trees and come from all directions in a perplexing echo. "Here, pretty, pretty little horsie..."
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Post by Kit on Dec 23, 2011 14:44:47 GMT -5
Nearing the forest, Crisaiah paused. There was something in the air, something she couldn't ignore. Perhaps in the past she might have, but she could now. The base of her tail and front legs were wrapped with leather strips, hiding a variety of sharp items for her to fight with. But this feeling was a little different. A final string of leather was looped around her neck and tied to a silver dubloon.
The coin was marked with a white skull and crossbones, and once upon a time had been nothing more than a piece of currency. Now it was the home and source of whatever magic she was able to scrape up. She was not naturally magical, but after years of using and searching for it, the strange substance was starting to make her so. There were times when she could sense magic, wild or controlled- times like this one.
The pirate mare wasn't far from the forest now, its dark depths calling her forward. The combined sense of someone watching her and magic caused her to glare forward suspiciously. "Alright spirit, I don't play games," she called out in an attempt to confirm her suspicions, "show yourself!"
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Post by Annabel on Jan 19, 2012 14:11:44 GMT -5
ooc; and again real life likes to get in the way of what is really important by distracting me from roleplaying. xP Though with that said, I have owed this for quite a while; I'm sorry, duckling! >: ic; The loa might not have been intelligent in the intellectual sense... ah, but she was cunning and intuition served her well. Something told her this was no ordinary mare; whatever happened now was sure to be interesting.
"Oh, but I like games!" She tossed her head proudly, playfully, as she emerged from the undergrowth. Once her physical form had been much more, well, physical. Now, however, faint outlines of the objects behind her could be seen through the loa's body, and every so often the wind would blow a leaf or blade of grass right through her. The overall effect was rather eerie... but at least it ought to discourage her new acquaintance from any grabbing or stabbing. Hopefully, anyway.
"You smell of magic... but it is not yours, is it? A thief!" A low chuckle escaped her smirking lips. "Had I anything to be taken from me, perhaps I might be afraid. What do you want, pretty horsie?"
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Post by Kit on Jan 20, 2012 14:37:31 GMT -5
((Ah don't worry to much, I'm a patient person C: ))
Cris grinned with a small grunt of laughter, "I never said I didn't like games, just that I don't play them. Not by the rules anyway." The pirate mare was mildly surprised but none the less unfazed by the spirit mare appearing. She hadn't thought finding the magical creature would be so easy- which obviously meant something was wrong.
At the other mare's accusation, Cris laughed more openly. "You're right, I am a thief." But while her words were playful and her stance that of disinterest, her sea green eyes were sharp and wary. She didn't trust this strange spirit before her and the instant things turned sour, you could bet her knives would be out and ready. For now though she decided to press her luck.
"I steal a lot things, though currently I'm in the business of stealing magic. Of course, stealing is such a negative word, I almost always make bargains to get what I want," she explained with a shrug. Mentally she smirked since almost always, was the key and who said the bargains were fair? "I'm looking for a witch who was said to have a lot of magic here, but if you have none you can't be who I'm looking for, can you?" she drawled on before adding in a sharply under-toned jab, "Of course maybe you are who I want, but if that were true then there would be no point in me working with you. Such a weak amount of magic, is rather useless. Guess the stories lied."
Cris had to play her cards right, magic users were never easily swayed to handing over their power to her and she had a feeling this one had no interest in coin or revenge or some other usual form of payment. But there had to be something she wanted from her, why else would she appear before her so easily?
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