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A Tend To Hell; The Beginning Of The End
Topic Started: Aug 3 2008, 10:20 PM (157 Views)
Doppleganger Aug 3 2008, 10:20 PM Post #1
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 A thin crack appeared in the side of the mound, a sliver of light excaping its earthen prison. A small bird, curiuos as to what was happening, fluttered from the branches of a nearby willow to investigate the unusual phenomona that was encroaching on his territory. Hopping closer to the crack, the bird cocked it's head to one side and chirped. The crack widened and a set of long thin fingers latched onto the edge, frightening the bird off. The fingers pried the crack farther open, allowing a thin arm in a loose red sleeve to push free. Following the arm came a head of flaxen hair, and swarthy face, along with another arm, clad in yellow. The man took hold of either side of the crack and pulled it far enough apart to allow him through. Once he left, the crack shut tightly, leaving no sign that it had ever existed. The strange man who had emerged from the mound dusted himself off, then one hand strayed towards a bone flute. Examining it's smooth white surface, he checked for any scratch or crack that might alter the power of it's song. Satisfied that all was as it should be, he scanned the surounding woods, undecided as to which direction he should go.
Edited by Doppleganger, Aug 28 2008, 06:30 PM.
 
Alandree Aug 27 2008, 12:03 PM Post #2
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 A certain someone trudged her way through the woods, upending rocks and startling squirrels along the way. A tranquil scene stood before her, with delicate, pale sunlight streaming through the canopy above. Such beauty was to be expected in this area of the Woods. This was where the Folk lived.

Now, this certain someone, a haughty woman who was known for being a witch, didn't particularly like the Folk. Not these Folk. They were flighty and bothersome and cryptic. Not to mention annoyingly lithe and stunning to behold. Even though she was now rendered to her former state, of 'youth and beauty', as the story labeled her, she still held that old, ugly hag-type jealousy for the Fey. Though her looks were returned, her powers were not. So she was still left one step behind these dainty feathery flimsy people.

She came to the clearing where the Mound was, a basket of odds and ends in tow, her cloak flapping about in her brisk haste. There was bound to be a damned little fairy here. Sure enough, it was that one there. Everyone knew him. He was that enticing bloke who had a way with mortal children. Was he a pedophile? Maybe. Good at his job? Definitely. The (former) witch came to stand a few feet away, folding her arms while still holding the basked, and glaring at him.
 
Doppleganger Aug 27 2008, 06:09 PM Post #3
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 The Faerie man's eyes lighted upon the former witch's form, causing him to frown ever so slightly. "I should know you, yet it feels strange. For I feel certain, that you have changed." he shook his head, "Forgive me, my mind has drawn a blank. You remind me of the hag, from the riverbank." His eyes wandered back to his flute, and he brushed away a few specks of dirt that had lodged into the carvings. "I must now bid you goodbye. For so fast, these seven years do fly. Yet for the secrecy, by which I must go. I fear these things, you should never know. Perhaps, young lady, you will abide, and hear the music I have devised." He raised the flute to his lips, preparing to wipe away her memory of him.
 
Alandree Aug 28 2008, 12:24 PM Post #4
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 "Hah! You Folk, always trying to one-up us with your rhymes and silver tongues..." She came closer at this point, unfolding her arms to let them swing haughtily at her sides. When he made that crack about his music, her eyes widened and she made a face like a mad hyena. No way he'd pull a fast one like that! Damn fruity fairy. She fished in her basket for a rock she'd been intending to use to mash raspberries, and hurled it at that slinky cad.

"Why yes, everyone knows me." Araba said in a raised voice, a bit sarcastically, "I am Witch Semmesut." She wasn't about to let on that she was a powerless Witch Semmesut. Not a chance. But she feared it might be all to plain when she wasn't going about with her magic staff.
 
Doppleganger Aug 28 2008, 05:11 PM Post #5
Peasant
 Azreal's eyes widened and he dived out of the path of the stone. His feet caught in the long piebald tail of his coat, causing him to stumble, falling in a most ungraceful manner to the forest floor. "Araba!" he muttered, half to himself, "My first thought proved right." propping himself up on his elbows, he glared up at her, "What brings you here, on Midsummer's night?" His eyes wandered towards the thin white flute that lay a few inches from his left foot. Calculating whether or not he would be able to reach it before she cast a spell on him.
 
Alandree Aug 28 2008, 05:27 PM Post #6
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 She showed no qualms now in stomping over to glower down at him with little to no space in between. Her hair dangled down like a halo of auburn seaweed, and she gave him the evilest eye she could manage. "You're that nasty sprite the people of Hamelin always talk about. Off to munch on another babe's appendage, Piper?" At that moment, she snapped her head to the side to see his flute over there. "Hmph! Not so mighty without this, are you?" Cackling a little, she nudged it away with the toe of her shoe.
 
Doppleganger Aug 28 2008, 06:22 PM Post #7
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 Azreal's jaw dropped in shock, "Wha-what? " He asked incredulously, forgetting even to rhyme. "I-I would never, I wouldn't even contemplate such a disgusting thing, you wretched, sick-minded old hag!" He twisted around, grabbing desperately for his flute, his long fingers clawing up the surrounding earth in his mad attempt to reach the thin piece of enchanted bone. His pale eyes wide with the half-crazed fury so unique among the fey.
 
Alandree Aug 29 2008, 04:26 PM Post #8
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 Her lip twitched, "And not as pretentious either." She added to her previous taunt. "You should hear what people are saying about you. Not just in Hamelin, either." At this point she straightened up and went to stand between his grappling hand and the instrument. "What else could you fairies possibly want with mortal children? Hm? You all do it. You all collect babies like precious stones. What do you do with them once they're in that hole of yours, hm? If you don't eat them, and if you don't rape them, then what?" She was curious, but kept her tone firm and accusatory. It was rather amusing to see him like this.
 
Doppleganger Aug 29 2008, 08:57 PM Post #9
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 Azreal rose to his feet with inhuman swiftness, not surprising considering what he was. "I am warning you, witch or not. There are things humans need never know. Not least of which, is precisely where, your stolen children go!" He took a step forward, glaring down at Araba, a dark aura rising around him in attempt to make him seem more menacing. He did not feel that the witch needed to know just how powerless he was without his flute. "Step aside, mortal girl. You know not what you're dealing with. Heed me not, and you will find, exactly what you're answer is!"
 
Alandree Aug 30 2008, 03:19 PM Post #10
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 She backed away a bit as he stood, reaching her arms out to the side, as if somehow that would make her look intimidating. "You think I would hold such a thing against you? I've no passion for humans, fairy. But I hold no passion for the Folk, either." With this she gave another glare.

Indeed, Araba noticed his aura darkening. It was odd seeing a fairy try and look frightening. "You will not call me 'girl'. You said yourself you recognized me. In fact, I could be older than you, I'll wager!" Admittedly, that last stab was a bit iffy, but it came out, and there was no stuffing it back in her throat now.
 
Doppleganger Aug 30 2008, 04:06 PM Post #11
Peasant
 Azreal feigned unconcerned laughter, trying to hide how uneasy he felt, "You wish to wager your soul on that one? You know nothing of me or the land I come from." He bent down, reaching for his flute, pushing aside Araba's skirt to retrieve the piece of bone by her feet. His goldenrod sleeve raising a small cloud of dust as it brushed against the ground. Sensing iron, he hissed and pulled away. "Where you expecting me to come, Satan's wife? I feel you have upon you an iron knife!"
 
Alandree Aug 30 2008, 04:21 PM Post #12
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 "You honestly believe a witch would fall for that?" Her gaze did not falter as he laughed, though her arms dropped to her sides and her hands clenched into fists. "No, I do not. That's why I'm asking." Was the reply to his latter statement. She had no intention of actually going to investigate his 'land'. Even if she could. Especially when she was like this. Powerless.

She twitched when he bent down for his bone flute, drawing her leg in when he touched her skirt. The nerve! It was rather unnerving to have him down there next to her. She bit back the urge to stamp on his flaxen head with her heel. Then he hissed and drew away like a fairy cat! This made her stumble a bit, her weight still mostly on one leg. Not to mention she was standing on unlevel ground. Araba threw her arms out to retain balance.

"Oh, so I'm the kin of Satan? A bit hypocritical coming from you, wouldn't you say?" She kept her eye on him, even as she pushed up with her foot to stand properly again, "And don't flatter yourself. I was merely passing through on an errand." There was no knife, not to her knowledge, and certainly not in her possession. But she wasn't about to let him know that. He might start blowing on his damned bone stick.
 
Doppleganger Aug 30 2008, 04:55 PM Post #13
Peasant
 Azreal bit his fingertips sharply, trying to numb the throbbing pain, his eyes searching for some way to retrieve the flute without touching the accursed metal. His gaze fell onto a thick stick, a few feet away. Carefully he inched towards it, uninjured hand reaching for the soothing grain of the wood, his other hand still burning unbearably. His teeth broke though the skin, drawing forth blood. Sucking the bitter liquor from the puncture marks, he spat it out at the ex-witch. "Humans are closer to Satan the we, though the fair folk have fallen further then thee!"
 
Alandree Aug 30 2008, 05:17 PM Post #14
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 "Augh!" She yelled as he...spit at her! Araba was definitely not expecting that. "I had no idea fey could be such...cads!" Aiming a foot at his head, she threw up her hands, making her basket and its contents fly into the air and land around her in a mess.

"I have no damn iron, pixie! I don't know what you're on about!!" The un-witchy witch yelled. Oh well, it made her feel a bit better. At least it was the truth. Grasping her skirts, she lifted them up a bit to kneel down and pick up her things. The raspberries were surely spoilt now, but that didn't really phase her. She ate bugs for God's sake! Scooping her basket up with one arm, and stabbing a few berries with a long index finger nail with the other, she turned her back on him for the first time, too agitated to think about what he might do.
 
Doppleganger Aug 30 2008, 06:22 PM Post #15
Peasant
Azreal's eyes widened, if the human did not have iron, then who did? He snatched up his flute, wincing as his hand was webbed with fine red burns. He fumbled with the insturment, trying to lift it to his lips, but his burnt fingers where clumsy from pain. His flute slipped from his hands, rolling into a clump of grass, uncovering a broken knife blade so covered with with rust that it was nearly unrecognizable.
 
Alandree Aug 30 2008, 06:30 PM Post #16
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 She stuffed a finger in her mouth, sucking off two berries from her nail. Looking up, she noticed his flute rolling away again. Phew! Thank God. Now was her chance. Hastily, she dropped her basket again and scrambled on her knees to the flute, to which she grabbed hold of with her free hand. "Hah!" Exclaimed Araba, triumphant. She sat down with the flute held high above her head, smiling wickedly with sparkling eyes. Then she noticed the reddish metal on the ground. How queer, she thought, arm slackening slightly as she looked at it. "Seems some one's planted a trap that only just now has succeeded. That or someone lost a fight." She said this uncharacteristically nonchalant, ignoring his obvious distress as was usual of her.
 
Doppleganger Sep 2 2008, 05:38 PM Post #17
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 Azreal circled Araba, eyeing her warily. He bit his fingertips again, drawing more blood in attempt to drown out the pain caused by the rusty blade. Every now and then, his eyes would dart frantically to the flute she held above her head. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, he threw himself at her, desperate to get the instrument back.
 
Alandree Sep 6 2008, 11:23 AM Post #18
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 Screeching, Araba was toppled over. Still gripping the flute tightly, she kicked out her legs, attempting to get him with the sharp toes. "If I knew you'd play fair, I wouldn't be doing this, you know!" She yelled, still holding her arms high, horizontally. "But you can never...ggrhh...EVER trust F-Fairies!!"
 
Doppleganger Sep 6 2008, 12:50 PM Post #19
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 Azreal winced as her feet made contact with his ribs, " On the contrary, madam." he hissed though the pain of both the iron's burn and the bruised ribs, "Faeries always keep their word, from the human race, seldom but lies are heard." His hand shot out, grabbing for the wrist of the hand that held his flute.
 
Alandree Sep 6 2008, 02:58 PM Post #20
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 Growling this time, Araba wriggled and writhed as hard as she could, teeth clenched and legs flailing, "Then I...ggrhh...I can trust you not to cleave a witch's brain in two with this??" Of coarse she would never trust him in a billion, million years, but she was curious as to what might happen if she did. Erm, not that she would...It was difficult though, when he was so damn charming with those rhymes. Of coarse, she would never give in to such frivolity. Ever.
 
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