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| Daiis Sky | Oct 9 2009, 08:02 PM Post #1 |
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The moon was out, grinning darkly, blood was trickling from its mouth, its chuckle could be heard clearly, vibrating the bodies of small, weak animals. Around this area, the trees were crooked, twisted, like some animal had come and clamped its massive jaws around them, and procceded to rip and tear the bark from their center wood. Holes, made by animals were positioned in a very halloweeny type fashion, if the light was caught just right in someones eyes, they would think the trees were...laughing, a cruel laugh with their happy smiles and faces. "This can't be it surely? the..the trees! they be happy?!" He exclamied loudly. His feet were covered in the dank swamp mud, clothes slightly torn from the sharp branches, seeminlgy clinging onto any life that walked past. He poked one of the faces held a flashlight to another, and sure enough, instead of seeing cruel; evil, manevolent faces, these trees looked like they were from a childs book! "How strange, a place only for us witches, beings hated and feared, and leading up to our home, we have a forest full of happy-go-lucky trees" He paused and thought for a moment, his mind trying to grasp the situation, but is failing miserably. "I must say though, it is really funny, and was probably meant to make the enemy slide into a sense of ease" he laughed proudly and patted one of the child friendly trees "But then again.....it is also creepy" Now his body became more huddled up, as if he was covering himself from prying eyes "I'm not liking this dood" his voice showed his growing fear, the trees laughing, smiling. You could almost here their tales.. |
| Dais Sky Male Witch of the Sky! | |
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| WoodlandBeef | Oct 9 2009, 09:16 PM Post #2 |
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The steady crunch of leaves underfoot mixed with the low chuckling of the moon. Fall was coming as the trees began to shed their summer covers. The forest was dimly lit only small patches of moonlight illuminated the woodland. The gnarled branches of the trees intertwined while small animals scampered too and fro across them. The dark-skinned man blended in with the shadows as he prowled through the area in search of the so-called witch grounds. It had been quite some time since Gituku had come across anyone, particularly those who oppose Shibusen. His faithful shield Uzochi was slung on his back while Chike was clutched in on hand like a walking staff. Gituku took long, but slow strides; his coal black eyes closed; listening to the voices of the spirits around him. “Tell me spirits. Am I close to my destination?” he asked to nobody in particular. He soon nodded, seeming to have elicited a reply from the spirits. “Good. Very good. Perhaps these witches can enlighten me on my journey” Gituku spoke cheerfully, his voice rumbling from deep within his chest. Some of the small animals scuttled away from the ‘thunder’. A while back, Gituku had come across some information that the Witch Grounds was a secret place for witches to convene and conspire against Shibusen. Perhaps even Zellie had found her way back to this home. The shaman smiled to himself at the thought, and also at the fact the thick folds of trees were beginning to thin. The illumination of the forest was slowly rising as Gituku proceeded closer to the Witch Grounds. Finally he reached the clearing at the end of the forest. The shaman placed one hand against the knotty bark of one tree and thanked the spirits of the woods for guiding him here. Gituku smiled gratefully as he felt the tree-spirits smiled…in fact…the trees did look like they were smiling! How odd… Gituku shrugged to himself, his leaf mantle rustling with the motion and the three shrunken heads attached to his belt rattled together. The shaman ventured into the clearing, gazing up into the night’s dark purple sky. The moon stared down back down at him, laughing with a bloody grin; its light shimmering against the gemstones of his belt buckle. Gituku bowed his head once and then scanned around the area. Oddly enough, these did not seem to be the Witch Grounds of which he had heard of. There was a rather distraught aura in the air. His eyes scanned and caught a huddled form over by one of the few trees in the clearing, its trunk was contorted into a joyful expression. Gituku strode towards the being in his lion-paw moccasins and called out. “You there! Be at ease with your spirit. Are these the Witch Grounds that the spirits of the trees have guided me to?” |
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| Daiis Sky | Oct 9 2009, 09:37 PM Post #3 |
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After several moments of psyching himself out, feeling that the happy trees were going to get him, he heard a deep voice shout loud, and echo behind him. He jumped high into the air, his voice crying out like a small school girls's, all his hair stood on end, goosebumps ravaged his body, he dared not turn around but ran off around some of the trees, not knowing he was just moving round and round in circles, his feet kicking up the leaves, the lights reflection on the tree faces, fed his fear even more, now wailing and runnning around, his arms flailing about as he wept "WHAT KIND OF HELL FOREST IS THIIIIS!" Animals jumped out of the way, some happened to jump in the way at the wrong time, particularly a rather fat squirrel, which ended up being kicked into a tree, becoming impaled on one of the branches and hung their, its body so relaxed, its fat stomach was dragging the branch down. At this sight, he stopped panicking and walked towards the dead creature. It blood dripping onto the floor, body was void of any life, its large belly, overhanged its waist. He prodded its belly once, it felt soft and squishy, this made him laugh and he kept prodding it over and over, till suddenly he managed ot affect its little heart, thus pumping blood around the body, to the brain and giving the squirrel life once more for about 10 seconds. This may have been a wonderous occasion at ressurecting something from the dead, alas it was not, instead the squirrels nervous system decided to go crazy, causing it to suddenly spasm, its arms reached out to grab him, its legs bent the completely wrong way, and its head tilted much to far to be living, his eyes were nearly popping out, and in a last attempt, all its muscles contracted, causing its rear end to actually explode all the insides of the poor creature. "Heh..ehe...WHAT THAT HELL WAS THAAAAT!" He screamed after laughing nervously, the memory replaying in his head and pointing at the leftover skin hangin on the branch, then at the mush and splatterd mess on the floor, with that he ran off straight towards the unknown figure, eyes closed.. Edited by Daiis Sky, Oct 9 2009, 09:38 PM.
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| WoodlandBeef | Oct 9 2009, 10:18 PM Post #4 |
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Gituku’s rather calm demeanor was flipped on its head as the person he called out to sprang up and started running around like a chicken with its head cut off. His outstretched hand quivered, his lower jaw unhinged itself and hung loosely, and his left eye twitched profusely. A swirling cloud of dust, dirt, leaves, and other debris trailed the person as they dashed off into the outskirts of the clearing, running circles around some of the trees. Smaller animals scattered every which way, save for one portly squirrel that was too slow. Gituku winced as the chubby rodent was sent sailing into the air, only to become impaled on a tree branch. Ironically, the person was calmed by the sight as they stopped running and walked over to the limp corpse and began to prod it. The shaman bowed his head for the poor creature and said a quick rite of passing. Suddenly, Gituku could hear the small spirit of the squirrel cry out in anger and pain as it (somehow) was resurrected, but only for a moment. The dark-skinned man frowned deeply as he heard the spirit scream. ‘DAMN FAT HUMAN! I’m going to haunt you for the rest of you’re-GUAAAGHHH!’ the squirrel’s spirit cried out, along with its internal organs exploding out of the small creature’s posterior. The figure seemed surprised suddenly, before they took off charging blindly, straight at Gituku. Deeming it more than past due for this person to calm themselves, Gituku drew Uzochi off his back and slid his arm into the straps. The shaman widened his stance and held his shield up, bracing for the soon to come impact. The crazy person ran straight into Gituku and Uzochi with an impressive velocity. The shaman was pushed back a few inches, but his stance held firm and the blindly charging figure bounced off and landed on the ground with a thud. The spirit of the blood spattered tree started to complain, and demand that the crazy man be killed. The shaman frowned and lowered his shield. “You sir! Ease your spirit! You are angering the spirits of this forest! Not the best choice I might add” Gituku spoke firmly, holding his hand out to the other male. “Now may I ask you a question? The spirits led me to this place. Are these the Witch Grounds?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and slight smile. |
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| Daiis Sky | Oct 10 2009, 08:37 PM Post #5 |
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He hadn't seen the dark figure till it was too late, his body slammed into the hard sheild. He could feel his bodies momentum carry him forward further, the feeling of his bones and organs press up against his chest for a moment. It was painful, but was more so as he then began falling back, the 2 opposing forces causing his nerves to scream out, in that moment he realised what the squirrel must have felt before his guts exploded. But he smiled as he hit the floor, knowing his body was more sturdy then a a rodents! 'Is it?' He questioned himself as his back hit the ground and forcefully bent over a ground-side root. This was a difficult choice, does he comfort his newly damaged spine? Or his bruised and painful torso? No one would have expected him to at one moment roll around in the placebo position comforting his chest, and then quickly turn over and place his hands on his back, this may have seemed normal, but imagine that, but switching between both repativily. After a few switches he stood up, too a deep breath and then let it out loudly, stretching his joints, cracking some bones he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the man next to him. "Oh hello there, sorry i bumped into you I saw uhh..." He breakes off and realizes if he told the man about being a serial squirrel murder he would probably go to jail! The thought of jail ran through his mind and is sacred him, lack of food, and he would have to wear a top! His body shivered at the thought of it. He looked back at the man, not to tall but not to short, he was of a bulky build, and seemed to be wearing clothes that would be seen from a tribal country, he looked at the shield, it stood tall and proud with its face markings. "Well I heard an...an...BIG BEAR! was roaming these forests and i thought it crept up on me" He laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his neck quickly, then stopped as he felt a liquid wet the tips of his fingers, and moved his hand down, hoping that the man hadn't realized he itched his neck to bleeding point. He then noticed that he had ignored the mans question and placed his bloody hand on his chin, and began thinking "Witch Grounds eeh? Spirits eeh?" He then thrust his hand foreward over the mans head and pointed behind him, a clearing could be seen, at the far back was a hill, with a stair like ripples going through the top soil "Its that away!" ((OOC-If its Light Blue and with Italics, then it means he is thinking ^^)) |
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| WoodlandBeef | Oct 11 2009, 03:26 PM Post #6 |
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The unorthodox person that had killed a squirrel and ran straight into Uzochi was certainly…different. The man got up on his own, so Gituku withdrew his hand in favor of slinging Uzochi onto his back. The dark skinned man glanced aside with narrowed eyes as the other concocted a rather preposterous excuse for running around like a madman and making a poor squirrel implode. ‘A…big bear…oh spirits give me strength…’ the shaman mentally sighed, his smile having contorted into a frown. The other man did not seem fazed by Gituku’s warning about the angered spirits, which he arguably thought was a rather foolish thing to ignore. The other then replied to his question, albeit dodgy, and pointed over Gituku’s head to the area behind him. The tribesman perked up and nodded gratefully to the other. “Very much obliged good sir” ,Gituku said with a bow, “Would you care to accompany me?” The shaman was not quite sure how his compatriot knew of the Witch Grounds. He was rather suspicious of the person. Also, Gituku wasn’t too sure if the witches would welcome him, but he must gain entry if he were to gather information on Zellie’s whereabouts. If anyone were to know, the witches would…right? The only problem at hand would be the possible chance of a fight with several angry women with powerful magical abilities. Gituku was a strong and proud warrior, but even with Chiike and Uzochi by his side, he would not prevail.
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| Daiis Sky | Oct 11 2009, 06:20 PM Post #7 |
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He watched the tribes man bow, then decided to follow suit. He had been wondering what a man such as himself would want with the the witches. He did smile though, realising that his Soul Protect was still working fully, he wondered what he mans would look like, probably something simialr to his sheild, or one of the many shurken heads on his body. "I would love to join you, seems that I will have company when we meet these witches" When he came back up he was smiling, he didnt know whether or not the witches were about, and if so, how powerful they would be. However if worst came to worst, this man seems to have a particular strength about him, not one to be pushed to the side, he could see this guy coming in handy in the near future. He offered his hand to shake and said, "Dais Sky is the name, and yours good sir?" He waited to hear the name of his partner, and was hoping for somethign intresting, not a simple name like Bob, or William. If he heard that, then it would just make him lose respect for the guy, trying to be a tribal wanna be, such a waste of talent, the guy could become the new broadway hit! But this was all running in his mind, he truly did hope the fellow was of tribal origin ((OOC-same soz for the short dunno how to not make it god mod XD)) |
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| WoodlandBeef | Oct 13 2009, 03:46 AM Post #8 |
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Gituku was pleased by the other male’s response. The man would accompany him, and nothing seemed estranged about his soul, just a normal human soul. Judging by his knowledge of the Witch Grounds and his, albeit unorthodox, mannerisms the man did not seem to be hostile. Or allied with Shibusen, Gituku’s primary concern. Gituku’s companion introduced himself as Dais Sky, offering his hand to shake in friendship. The dark skinned man thumped a fist against his chest and then gripped Dais’s hand firmly with a smile and shook it. “Pleased to meet you Dais Sky. I am known as Gituku P’aqo, hailing all the way from southern Ghana. Let us be off” Gituku spoke in his deep toned voice. The shaman set off with Dais towards the directed area of where the Witch Grounds lay. The night air seemed thick with magic and the spirits around Gituku seemed rather distressed. The tribesman slowed his pace and opened his mind to feel the spirits’ emotions and understand what was the cause of their unrest. ‘Witch mass? Ah yes…I should’ve anticipated such tidings. This could prove troublesome…or it could prove easier’ the man pondered as they walked. Nothing but the sounds of their own footsteps crunching leaves and the dark chuckle of the moon filled the night air. Soon, a large stone fortress and citadel came into view, which surprisingly remained in good condition. Gituku could not feel any irate presences or anything out of the ordinary beyond what his instincts told him, though the density of magical energy seemed to triple. He pressed onwards under the gate arch and past the corner battlements. The shaman could pick out a low drone of chanting or something of the like, which only confirmed his thoughts about Witch Mass. “Dais. It seems we’ve entered during Witch Mass. This could prove troublesome if we are not tactful” Gituku whispered to his companion. The dark skinned man peered around the upcoming doorway to see if any others were present. Not surprisingly, no one was present, though a candle on a desk had been left burning unattended. Gituku, slipped into the room, which looked to be some form of library or archives section. Perhaps any information on Zellie was here. The shaman silently walked to the desk and scanned over the documents. Most of it was incomprehensible gibberish…the reason being it was witch calligraphy; though one thing did catch the shaman’s eye. Gituku looked over a few sheets with a crude sketch and minor details about a certain person who was working for Shinigami and Shibusen. There was much more detail for the shaman to take into account, but when those two names were visualized by his coal black eyes, all other reason dissipated from his thoughts. Such as the fact the sketched fellow was working on an anti-insanity elixir, which could help prevent the world from succumbing to the madness. ‘This fellow must be dealt with. Any who aid the evil Shinigami and his Shibusen lackeys are no friends of mine’ Gituku mused with vindication. He already began to make plans for how to reach this ‘Messdan’ locale. Gituku left the room and looked at Dais with a cheerful expression. He may have his own new mission, but this fellow did not seem unpleasant to be around. “Dais. What say you to visiting the witches? I seek information, but I know not how they would treat an average human such as myself alone.” Gituku questioned his compatriot. Perhaps he could still gather information on Zellie before heading to vanquish this ‘Sane Professor’. |
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| Daiis Sky | Oct 14 2009, 06:43 PM Post #9 |
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He found the man intresting, the way he shaked his hand was similar to a tribe he met about 200 years ago, in nowadays Bangledesh. But these sorts of things popped up everywhere, in truth witchcraft came from these people of the dead, however the western withces decided to 'evolve' and move on from the dead, now like himself, they are represnted by animals. He nodded to Gituku and followed diligently behind. This to him was very fun, sneaking around the Happy Tree Forest, all that could be heard is their breathe, the odd animal scurrying across the earth, rustling up some leaves, their foot falls, crunching those leaves, manourverning themselves through the outstretched branches, occasionally being hit by them, he seemed to forget that he had no need to sneak in. He breathed in, and it caused him to grin, the feeling of all that corrosive magic, flying freely in the air was a good feeling late at night, but also the slight tinge of insanity could be felt, and he could already feel his muscles loosening, his mind resting at ease, taking it in, his powers beginning to heighten, the closer they got. As he saw the fortress he smiled, the grin on his lips wasn't a normal heartfelt one, there was a slight tinge of evil behind it. His eye began to twitch, his fingers began fiddlign with themselves, his body was calling out to him, wanting him to unleash the energy building up, to destory anything on site, it made him chuckles to himself quietly. But he then managed to gain control of himself and calmed down, but his fingers wouldn't stop fiddling. He looked ar Gituku when he whispered abotu the witch mass, "It will be fine as long as we walk in normally" He laughed quielty as he followed the steathy tribes man, his shield scrapped agaisnt the ground at times, but it was surprising how such a large stocky man could move so sliently. He knelt back at the doorway, whislt waiting for Gituku to finish searchign the information he wanted. Whislt waiting, he looked down the hall, and could feel magic pour over him, the low sound of chanting could be recognised, his concentration was broken when he heard Gituku mumble about some evil lackeys or what else, he saw him smile and smiled back, then stood up from the door and scratched his back. "Hmm, well tell me Gituku, how do you feel about witches? Do you despise them? or would be willing to work with them? Since with past encounters, they don't give out information freely, so be expected to do a job" He chuckled as he walked out the door and turned his head back to Gituku, the candle flame casting shaodws over the trbesmans armour "Tell me on the way up this corridor" |
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| WoodlandBeef | Oct 18 2009, 12:37 AM Post #10 |
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Gituku’s brow perked in intrigue to Dais’s inquiry though a smile pervaded his lips. True he had only encountered one witch thus far in his lifetime, and that one witch was his love Zellie. Dais was curious as to how Gituku reacted to witches and warned him to anticipate doing some form of job in exchange for information. The two men started walking up the hallway from a various sound of chanting seemed to reverberate through the corridor. The air was thick with magical energy and Gituku could sense the spirit’s around him reacting accordingly. The steady sound of the low chanting, their footsteps, and the ‘plink’ ‘plink’ of Chike’s base rapping against the stone floor were the only sounds that accompanied the shaman and his companion. “How I feel about witches you ask? Despise? Ohohoho! Dais you are quite the joker” Gituku laughed, his deep voice rumbling from within his chest and bouncing off the stone walls. His mantle of foliage rustled with the action. “I most certainly do not despise witches and am more than happy to work with them. In fact, I am honored to work alongside anyone whom opposes the evil Shinigami and his cohorts of Shibusen” the shaman continued. The dark skinned man stepped out into a courtyard vacant of souls, though small shrubbery lined the walls and a large, ornately carved, marble fountain rested in the center. Gituku stepped up to the edge of the fountain and gazed down into the shimmering water reflecting the moonlight. The shaman leaned down and cupped his hands into the crystal clear liquid, and raised it to his lips; he drank it down in one swift gulp, quenching his thirst. “The water here is lovely, very much refreshing” Gituku sighed, his thirst satiated. The shaman turned around and looked over at Dais. He studied the other man's features for a moment. A smile soon pervaded his lips. "I sense your curiousity as to why I am so willing to work with the witches. If you are so intrigued, I shall tell you..." Gituku paused and leaned back against the fountain's edge. "I am searching for a particular witch. She has captivated my heart, but she was forced to flee from her Shibusen pursuers. Regretfully, I have been unable to come across any traces of my love, Zellie" he spoke solemnly. Gituku's stomach wrenched at the thought of his love. He wished desperately to be able to cradle her slender frame between his strong arms. But alas, he must not falter. He must stay strong if he ever hopes to find Zellie. Gituku rose from his temporary seating. "Come Dais, let us walk. If you would tell me of your own self? I am quite curious" |
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