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| Whet Pygmy | May 30 2010, 11:39 PM Post #1 |
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Whet wandered around the cobble stoned sidewalks. The dreary crumbling buildings matched the darkening clouds exactly. A meloncholy mood was set over the town, not that it wasn't ever like that, but today seemed more depressing than usual. But not for Whet Pygmy. She bounded down the sidewalks happily, her black shawl flapping behind her and her brown wicker basket hanging loosely from her fingers. The Witches around her payed her no mind. They accepted her so she could be hanging upside down from her broom if she wanted to, and they wouldn't think another thought about it. And Whet liked it here. Nobody judged her here like the people at Death City. She pursed her lips. But now she was closer to the thing she wanted to stay away from. She desperately longed to be a normal girl. Sighing she woke up from her train of thought and realised she was infront of the store she wanted to be at the whole time. It wasn't really a store, per say, more like an outside stand that sold various items. "Hi there~" She smiled at the aging woman who gave her a weak smile herself as if remembering what it was like being that young. "I would like a few pounds of wolfsbane....a jar of bull's eyes. And....some raven feathers." "Oh ho." The old woman creaked, her breath smelled strangely like sea water. "Sounds like your going to have a feast for two. Who's the lucky lad?" Whet grinned, "Nope, just dinner for me." But a tinge of hurt showed in her eyes, 'Like anyone would come to dinner with me...' The woman seemed to notice this and nodded and pulled out a vial from behind the counter that wasn't what Whet had ordered. It was a small retangular vial made from crystal, a deep red liquid held within, "Just put three drops of this in his whisky and your good as married!" She laughed a raspy laugh a little louder than she should have and people started to stare. "Eh...No thanks. I think i'll live with being single." She smiled weakly, desperately wanting to leave and avoid the unwanted attention drawn on her. The woman shrugged and put the vial back behind the counter, "Suit yourself." Quickly she put out a white package, a small green jar with 5 eyeballs in it, and a mesh bag of raven wings. Whet smiled at her soon to be dinner, "Mmmm. Thanks!" She waved goodbye and left. As she walked she placed her things in her knap sack slowly, careful not to distress the eyes but they were already looking at her with displeasure, "Oh shush." She said, "Your not gonna like it when i put you in a pot either, so just live with it." The eyes turned back around and ignored the young witch and she smiled triumphetly and continued to walk. She sighed, 'Now what to do?' Finally it started to rain on this gloomy day. Whet pursed her lips, "Bright White the Blights. Heavenly Sereinty." Carefully she breathed and the swirled her hand around in a circle, white glowing feathers grew from her arms and branched out. Slowly they dropped from her arms and all 20 of them rose above her head, came together and formed a tight glowing circle. The rain evaporated in mist as soon as it hit her 'feather umbrella.' But she was still bored. She wished she had someone to talk to. Edited by Whet Pygmy, May 31 2010, 04:48 AM.
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| JDarko | Jun 2 2010, 06:56 AM Post #2 |
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Everything about this small town told Azuma to turn back and leave; from the creepy, crumbling buildings to the curious and hungry gazes that caught his own and as if on cue it began to rain. It had taken him the better part of a year to find this place and now that he was here he wasn't sure how to continue. His travels had taken him to some of the most dangerous and strangest places the planet had to offer, at least he thought so, but nothing compared to this place. Here, countless numbers of witch with limitless possibilities of power surrounded him, hearing his steps, watching the sway of his body and forcing the breath in his chest to catch. He was nervous, to say the least. Not frightened, he couldn't be; there was no time and it was an emotion he couldn't afford to take hold of him at any time. Instead, he convinced himself he was determined enough to hold firm and continue forward. Azuma had come much too far now to simply give up now so on he pressed. As he continued on, not caring enough or having the capacity to properly block the rain, he found his thoughts and heart beat racing more and more. The beating of the rain against the hood of his duster began to boom in his ears like large, bass drums. His blood felt like it was boiling and he felt as if at any moment he would lose what little control of his emotions he held. It was strange for him to feel this way while conscious. While his dreams were full of emotion, raw, unrelenting and vivid, Azuma was not. His eyes, deep and black like shadows at noon and hidden behind the wet, matted make shift veil of white hair, darted back and forth warily. Danger could have been, while pardoning the cliche, around any corner and he was already at a loss being without a Golem. Of course, he could have taken time to appropriately prepare one that would have at least offered him some protection, but he figured if the witches were as strong as he heard it would have been nothing more than a big target, waste of time and/or mistaken as a threat. He had enough problems, he didn't need any more, so he decided to take the risk and travel alone. One of the previously mentioned problems was currently rearing its ugly head; Azuma had no idea where to begin. Though he was here, close enough to reach out and touch what could have very well been the answer to his problems, at the same time he could not. Whatever it was, nerves...fear, it kept him from lifting his head more than needed to see where he was going. He continued down sidewalks and through alley ways, never stopping and rarely slowing his pace, while he searched for a sign. Azuma wasn't one to believe that his answers would come easy or the road there to be paved in gold, he had become far to jaded for that, but he couldn't help but now hope that there would at least be some way of discerning who he should approach. Most of the stories he had heard about witches made it seem that he shouldn't approach any of them, let alone be here. They were terrible, heartless and used others like play things in those accounts. He wasn't so sure himself. If that was the case he would see it with his own eyes; he didn't have much of a choice. Then, as if in response to his silent plea for help, he was given his sign. The 'halo' protecting a young woman from the rain, illuminating her fair skin, long hair and large eyes like a lantern, was like a lightning strike. Azuma paused in his tracks, some-teen feet away from her, and stared silently. It had been so long since he had properly spoken to someone and it took what seemed like the same amount of time for him to finally spit out a greeting, or rather a plea for attention. "Excuse me, miss," Azuma managed. His frail voice and pale skin gave him a particularly creepy demeanor in this weather. If it wasn't for his size and features, delicate enough for him to be confused as the opposite gender, he might have even been scary. |
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