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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 1, 2015 4:41:43 GMT
what good is nobility and righteousness? it is in his rushing blood but it is the last thing in his head. it is nobility that gets him here to the high city, but it is youth and a smile glowing in charisma that brings him into the Lady's bed.
what room is there for what is moral and virtuous? this is goodness, lapping at her rich milky skin like a hungry kitten, and nobody can convince iggie otherwise.
not even the Lord, when he's home and iggie is grabbing a handful of bedsheets and clothing and risking the drop from the bedroom window.
he lands with a dull crack and a flicker of sparks that catch on the flowerbeds and bushes. a few minutes of memory are missing before he groggily gets to his feet. iggie is naked and pressed against the rough brick, and it takes him a moment to realize the dizzy heat is coming from a real flame, devouring the gardens and circling the house.
ASTRID
idk if this is what u expected but this is 100% what u should have expected |  Black and it's white Everything's white But it's blacker than I know And blacker than the white of the snow, yeah And I'm thinking I... Oh no
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Monster
Chaos demon
58 years old
played by Pinn
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What's a god to a non-believer?
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Post by ASTRID on Feb 2, 2015 3:57:20 GMT
MAPS CAN BE POEMS WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN | She wanders the streets of Shara like a ghost. Her clothes are not quite right, her gait too unpracticed, her expression devoid of anything. Nobody stops her from going where she pleases, but their gazes are disapproving whenever they level upon her. She laughs at them, if only they knew. Perhaps they suspect, but their suspicion is as worthless as the homes they erect. Those are her thoughts, standing before a manor consumed. Not by decadence or haughty importance, but by the threat of destruction. That which she deals in. People scream within. Men in uniforms scramble to put out the flames but they smell like magic to her. They don't go out. A woman is crying. The shrubs are dying. Her sharp eyes find a shadow half-hidden, pressed to a wall. She should let them all burn, but she doesn't. In the chaos they don't pay her any mind. She approaches the man huddled in a heap of cotton sheets. He smells like magic. Astrid breathes in his flames. A hedge that was on fire goes out. The fire trickles down her throat and smoke pours out of her mouth. "Is this yours?" She asks him, the smile on her face not quite right. IGGIE VAN ALLANi should have seen it coming bc iggie is a hoe. |
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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 9, 2015 0:35:43 GMT
iggie is well practiced in the art of running, of cowardice, but the smoke won't be thick enough to hide him, the crowds won't be too pre-occupied to see him.
he nearly jumps out of his skin at her voice. he nearly pisses himself out of sheer surprise at her presence, at the prospect of being caught. for once, his first instinct is not to size her up like a meal.
his jaw drops as she swallows the flames, his stomach twisting itself in a tighter not still. he has a bad feeling - a worse feeling.
"yeah..." is his dry-mouthed reply, because he's still too preoccupied with panic to come up with a lie.
ASTRID | Black and it's white Everything's white But it's blacker than I know And blacker than the white of the snow, yeah And I'm thinking I... Oh no
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Monster
Chaos demon
58 years old
played by Pinn
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What's a god to a non-believer?
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Post by ASTRID on Feb 9, 2015 14:56:01 GMT
MAPS CAN BE POEMS WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN | She blinks at him in a show of innocence. She has seen human girls do it to their men before, but it doesn't appear to be working. This man jumps when he sees her, and his pallid skin only grows whiter while he watches her drink up the fire that he started. She knows the emotion he wears on his face well; it is fear. But he is not particularly afraid of her, not yet, at least. She doesn't mind. Her human guise is not so fearsome. She speaks in between pauses to suck more fire out of the air. The flames around the property begin to ebb around them, and the shadow that cloaks them thickens for every breath she takes. She licks her lips, her tongue blacker than charcoal. "But why are you so afraid, if they are your own?" She quirks her head, another learned behaviour. She steps closer to the man, still leaning weakly against the wall. "And why are you wearing this strange drape?" It didn't look a garment that she had seen before. This whole situation was intriguing to her, which was probably why she was looking upon the albino-coloured man with something akin to hunger. For knowledge, of course, not his flesh. She didn't actually find humans to be particularly tasty. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 28, 2015 6:27:01 GMT
he shuts his eyes, and opens them. the girl, the woman, the creature of a kind that probably doesn't know womanhood, is still there. he can feel every swollen, bloodshot vein his lids catch on. iggie sucks in air while she swallows smoke.
"i didn't mean to fuckin--" his brow furrows, and he clutches the sheets tighter to himself. "and that's besides the point." iggie hisses, not sure if he's particularly interesting in playing twenty questions at this moment.
biting his lip, he leans out a little to glance around, shaking his head before pressing back against the wall. he swears he can see a shadow moving, iggie's hand darts out to catch her by the wrist and pull her out of sight.
ASTRID | Black and it's white Everything's white But it's blacker than I know And blacker than the white of the snow, yeah And I'm thinking I... Oh no
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Monster
Chaos demon
58 years old
played by Pinn
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What's a god to a non-believer?
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Post by ASTRID on Mar 6, 2015 19:41:29 GMT
MAPS CAN BE POEMS WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN | When the man grabs her wrist, her very first instinct is to gore him. Luckily for him, she resists her calling. Bushes rustle nearby. She understands now. They could have been spotted, and for this man, and likely for her, that would be a poor sequence of events to begin. She is glad she did not kill him. For now. Her voice low, she continues to probe. "Did not mean to? You are saying such power is out of your control?" She cannot resist. She laughs at him, and it comes out sharp and quiet. It is not a natural laughter, for humor is something she has only recently taken to. "Perhaps we should leave if there are others looking for you." She suggests the obvious, because this man appears to be too busy being upset about the state of his clothing to make reasonable decisions. Of course, she was a demon. What did she know about reason? Or clothing, for that matter. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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