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Sitting in the shade of a building was the one wandering chimera. He hummed with a musical tone unfitting to his gruff appearance, a mug of some sort of drink fenced between his arms. His spine was curled, his tail coiled, and one hoofed leg was quietly tapping some sort of a beat to a song. He clucked his tounge and rattled his horns against the small children who dared to reach out and touch them. He took a swig of whatever he had and laughed as a child tried to touch his tail - he waved it around as though it were alive to amuse them. It seemed that the chimera, known for having a firey personality was subdued, at the moment.
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« Reply #1 on Feb 3, 2007, 3:22pm » | |
A green ribbon.
Long fingers, concealed within black cotton gloves, wrapped and uncoiled an emerald piece of material around themselves. The digits were restless, slightly chilled as the fabric covering them was thin and the season was winter. Movement was heat, so move they did.
Quite a few souls were out on the streets, going about their business despite the weather. Not that they had much of a choice. The market was how they made their living. Kátherine's poor eyes tried to make out the different substances in the jars being exchanged, but the motions were mere blurs to her. No matter. The white queen wasn't here to dilly-dally. She had gotten the exotic ribbon she needed, she would now return to the forest where Xoshi would be waiting for his gift. Inside her mind Ká laughed. How her pet and his odd cravings amused her. On the outside of course she remained the same. Why bother gracing these fools with her joyous expression? They were her subjects no longer, and until they were again she couldn't be in a happy place.
A gust of wind came unexpectedly, as Nature's breath often does. The rough draft tore the fabric from Kátherine's grasp, as at that moment she happened to be transferring it from one claw to the other.
"Hey!" cried she, lunging forward to try and capture it, but the femme fell short. The sudden motion caused her ebony hood to fall back, revealing the blinding white of her colorless face. The female began to run, chasing after her recent purchase. Her bloodstained optics strained fiercely as the dame tried not to let it out other sight. She was cold and tired and just wanted to get back to the midnight-hued gryphon, where she would be able to curl her chilled, thin body up against his as his warm muscles shifted underneath her; dark snakes gliding under his fur.
Breathless, Ká continued running, darting around the preoccupied folks under at last the jade strip was stopped by the wall of a building. Slowly, it drifted down and landed in front of a young child. The chalky fae bit her lip. If the youngling took a liking to it she knew she wouldn't have the heart to take it back; Kátherine absolutely adored children. Fearfully, she inched closer to find that it had settled in the lap of a very odd looking fellow. He wasn't human, that was for sure, but that was all Ká was sure of.
Hooves. Horns. A tail almost like a whip, dancing like a charmed snake. If the she-monarch had to guess, she would have to say it was some cross between a pan and...oh who knew what the other beast had been. Ruling during a war had prevented the albino dame from seeing much of the world; all she had were her childhood memories, which were sadly fading fast.
"Apologies, sir," Ká stated, obviously flustered and out of breath, yet still her voice held its usual silk. She debated reaching out and grabbing it then, but didn't want to invade the male's personal area. While she herself had no untouchable bubble, the lady was aware some souls did. She would wait for him to make the next move.
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« Reply #2 on Feb 4, 2007, 2:11am » | |
"No worry," he said, maybe not noticing the woman's eyes drifting around him. From the coat, to the round hooves, to the long glistening coils, to the ears of common goats and to Asmodeus' own face. It was the same trail that the eyes of every person made over the chimera. First it was curiousity, but by the time they ended on his face they had the very slightest expression of lonliness or pity.
He reached with his hand, catching the ribbon before it fell in his drink. He stood, hooves clopping lightly and placing his beverage on the ground. He simply grabbed her hand - seemingly ignorning her albanisim, or the way she hid it from the world - and placed the ribbon in it. There was no firm grip or jolt of greeting. Asmodeus' fingertips brushed against Ká's gloved wrist, sliding under the cuff of her sleeve.
Though, the chimera's breath carried that of alcohol. The gestur must have meant next to nothing as he let his hands drop to his sides quickly.
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« Reply #3 on Feb 4, 2007, 3:32pm » | |
At the male's touch, Kátherine shivered. It wasn't out of fear or disgust, but surprise and perhaps delight. The mixed-bloodéd fae's flesh hadn't been directly touched in a long while; plus this beast's forwardness reminded her of the old country and her lovely childhood. Had he too, traveled around the world, in the small, secret places where a few souls dwelt independently and were therefore untouched by war. In fact, the white lady hadn't even been aware there was a war going on until she danced before the King and heard him and his consolers speak of strategies. Oh, how she had danced as a youth. Well, Ká still could now, probably even better than before having been doing it for so many years, but it wasn't the same. Now she moved her body under the full moon with only her reflections as company. The Hall of Mirrors confined her soul. Kátherine didn't count dancing alone as anything at all, because there were no hearts to stir or worldly burdens to lift, which was the point.
Meeting this creautre's eyes, Ká wanted to move before him, wanted his lamps to light her footsteps and follow her motions until everything else melted away and it was the two of them alone. Forget the world and the lost war. She would taste him, not defeat.
"My name's Blanche," she offered softly, hoping he'd care.
"Would you like to go for a walk?"
After a moment it hit her that she had given him her very personal nickname, not the title everyone but Xoshi, her mother and the rest of the old traveling squad knew her by. It was probably too late to change her story now; he would think her a liar or lunatic. Something about him, some aura, made Kátherine feel comfortable; too comfortable. She was a queen now. A fallen queen, but royalty nonetheless. She had those blasted, dreadful responsibilities now, things to keep secret and worry over in the empty place of her heart. Yet...she craved her life before. Maybe just this once, she could let herself live again. That was, of course, assuming the he-devil wanted anything to do with her. Ká waited hopefully, toes tapping nervously inside her boots.
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« Reply #4 on Feb 4, 2007, 8:33pm » | |
"Then I'll walk wit' you," he offered. It felt silly, using the same tired lines that he had heard used on girls when he was only a kid. In honesty, he did feel slightly worried about the pale woman making the trip on her own. He was strong, and could even appear terrifying if need to be, but she was frail. Her bones felt fragile under the weight of his hand when he touched her. It was something more primal, more basic than any looks or charm. His eyes - though hidden under his mass of shaggy hair - silver - were steady and intent. The way he stood with an almost ill-put-together body, seemed to speak more than his own words.
His eyes slitted as he thought. He was known for having a rather abrasive personality, but why was he being so nice to this woman? He never really objected to showing himself off for the people he met, it became tiring after a while. There was only so long one could smile warmly, stretch his wings and uncoil his tail before the energy began to leave them. It had been a long day, and he didn't mean to spend hours playing games meant for kids.
"My name, it's Asmodeus." He picked up his drink, sipped the last of it, then looked at her once more.
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« Reply #5 on Feb 4, 2007, 10:05pm » | |
"Asmodeus," she echoed, voice barely above a whisper. It felt odd on her tongue, so she licked her thin white lips and tried again.
"Asmodeus."
The title was unfamiliar to her; what origins could it hold? Yet the frostéd dame refused to ask. It was rude, especially in these times. Asking someone where they hailed from was similar to asking them who they supported, in current time probably equivalent to inquiring someone who they had voted for in the presidential election. It was none of her business, and it could start an unnecessary quarrel.
Cool breezes kept tossing Kátherine's wavy mop of longish hair into her eyes. Finally, the fae, fed up, secured it with the emerald strip in a sloppy plait at the base of her ivory nape. That was better, but now the drafts nipped at her exposed skin, and the lady shivered and re-hid herself inside her dark hood. This concealed the color of Xoshi's gift, causing her to, once again, be entirely in shades of white and black. Save for those blasted red pools, but that could be avoided easily enough by keeping her crimson gaze to the ground.
"Aye, tell me Asmodeus: that drink you hold? Is it a warm brew, or something cool? And if it be warm, could you perhaps spare a swig?"
This was a rather forward thing to request, especially considering it was directed toward someone Ká barely knew. But the pallid soul was cold, and it was still a bit of a walk until she reached the woods.
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« Reply #6 on Feb 5, 2007, 12:57am » | |
"Aye, it's warm. And strong, 'm sorry." He shook his horned head. "It smells foul, doesn't it?" His eyes glimmered, and he turned to look at the young woman next to him. He felt the fabric of his pants over the bare fur underneith. He disliked clothing in general, feeling it confined his natural rythem of movement. However, he was a student of modesty as others had taught and would never strut down the street in the nude.
"It's just some Chai and brandy."
There was another short pause. "Blanche. Y' must be good luck." He smiled again. "It sounds a load better than my name. You aren't named after a demon."
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« Reply #7 on Feb 5, 2007, 4:29pm » | |
Hearing what the beverage was composed of caused Kátherine to lose her want of it, though she did blush at being denied. Maybe he had finished the last and there was none to give, maybe he didn't want to share, maybe he had just known she wouldn't have liked the concoction so he saved her the trouble; it didn't matter. The albino was embarrassed at having even asked. The softest of pinks had been brushed over her sharp cheekbones, though the lady's face felt a lot hotter than it looked. On the bright side, at least she wasn't quite as cold now. Idle, gloved fingers played with a rebellious strand of hair uncomfortably.
In reference to her name, the pale fae smirked. Blanche. It simply meant "Whitey" in some tongue, her father's perhaps. Not very meaningful and certainly not lucky. She hadn't been born with it, it had just come after awhile. However, that stupid little dubbing was more who she was than the formal word "Kátherine" did. Kátherine. Her mother's feeble attempt at covering her up and trying to pass her for something normal. A gypsy should know better than to try and be normal. She should know better than to throw a blanket over a bird of prey: it had only made Ká more restless, more dissatisfied with herself at having failed her dam by being sickly and cursed; not a dark, sturdy being like her sire. Now, even though the white hawk was free, she remained sitting on her perch; it being all she had known.
The female was about to explain this, well, part of it at least, to the man-beast beside her when he continued to speak and revealed he was named after a demon. How odd, was all Ká could think. Why would any soul do such a thing? What kind of mother looks at the offspring she's carried, the second heartbeat who she fed and cared for and let dwell inside her own being for a good long time, looks at that piece of her own flesh and says, "Awww, he looks just like a Demon."
Terrible.
Unless of course the title was a warning, and this creature was indeed demonic. That seemed so unlikely to the monarch, but that didn't mean it couldn't be true. Perhaps in his culture demon's weren't the unholy savages she was familiar with, but tough warriors with admirable qualities, but that was a bit of a stretch.
"And are you worthy of such a title, good Asmodeus?" inquired Ká, turning her bloody gaze to meet his silver one, to judge if he was telling her the truth or not. The skeleton wasn't sure if she would like the answer, but better to know about it now than find out in a worse way later.
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« Reply #8 on Feb 5, 2007, 7:58pm » | |
"Here, if y' still want it. How rude 'uh me." He held out his drink almost delicately towards her. His hands were scarred and rough after years of adventuring.
His eyes were open, honest, all though slightly off - due to catslit pupils. "Well, my ma, she was called Leviathan, my father, 'e was named Mammon." He paused, shrugging his wide shoulders. "I was one 'a five kids, and we were all named after some sorta demon 'er another. It runs in my family, I guess." He flickered for half a second on his parents- Stopped. His hooves shuffled.
They were dead, he thought to himself. In one way or another. Their opinions shouldn't matter, their viewpoints shouldn't have a hold on how he was feeling because they had no place here. Here in the real world, in the world of small stones underfoot on the sidewalk and a smell of the town, they were all ghosts who didn't belong.
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