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| Jade | Sep 1 2014, 03:10 AM Post #1 |
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Content Advisory: This is about Jade, so its usually pretty dark and contains sexual themes and drug and alcohol abuse. This particular post also eludes to rape in the very near past tense, and contains direct reference to nudity without being too graphically explicit. Despite that for some reason I kept the language mostly clean...? Timeframe: Late Spring/ Early Summer 8AR Sometime before the plague and news of the plague has spread to Ashoka The revealing sun bore down unrelentingly on the inhabitants of Eldahar as it always did. The incriminating light and heat threatened all who existed beneath it by giving them no darkness in which to hide their sins and crimes. The revealing light of day, and the heat of its judgement was something the people of Ashoka were accustomed to. Perhaps that was why evil from this land seemed worse than in others, for it had learned to survive where the light fought hardest to expose and destroy it. Still, there were many in Eldahar who were not native to Ashoka, and the heat did not do them well. They were not so accustomed to its judgment and the heat which sought to drive them out from the shade which protected them. One such individual lay in an alley that would not be safe from the sun much longer as it shifted position in the sky. Black locks of hair shone greasy and dishevled around pale, red-tinted skin. The more vivid red of her clothing only served to make her sunburned skin look more-so. The silken large-sleeved robe-like garment, embroidered with patterns of plants and birds not native to Ashoka, and cut barely low enough to cover her more delicate regions would do little to protect this individual's skin from the sun. Even less so as it was tied loosely and somewhat askew. The reason for her unkempt state seemed apparent by the scent of opium and lho that could be smelled on her body. Their smell was almost as strong as the scent of alcohol, which sloshed about in a half-empty bottle still gripped in one hand. The sun might not so easily judge those who had grown accustom to its light and heat; but as it began to punish this one, she did the job for it. Her frigid eyes glared from her brightening alley at all those wandering the market streets by daylight, as if they had nothing to hide. Taking one more of countless swallows from the potent bottle in her hand, she judged all of them. They had judged her every evening and night, and even now in the daylight when they deigned to see her. They judged her for a life that was thrust upon her despite repeated attempts to free herself from it, and blamed her for sins for which they were equally at fault. Now here she crouched in filthy alleys hiding from the light of the sun like some wretched thing, while they strode about free of concern. Bartering, trading, and even conversing like all things were well and good. She took another long drink from the bottle and then pressed it to her sweating face. The bottle had nearly lost the chill of night air, and would soon be unable to provide any more comfort than what could be provided by its contents. From her alley she glared covetously at the fruits, and clothes, and smiling faces of the people in the street. She had no more coin to buy things with, having spent it all at night trying to forget about herself as sucessfully as they had forgotten about her. Only she was not nearly as successful. Resentment flowed through her veins as she watched some walk the road with water drawn from the oasis as they made polite conversation with passersby. Were she to try to walk that way and quench her thirst all she would receive would be scowls and condemnation. The light knew what she was and showed it to all around her; but they knew how to hide from it. She would have to wait. Wait for water, wait for food, wait for the time when the sun turned its attention elsewhere and the only thing she could do to put food in her belly and drink in her bottle was welcomed and accepted again. Bringing the bottle to her lips again she closed her eyes and drank deeply, coming up for air again when it was nearly empty. She wanted more; but she couldn't have it. Not without more coin. She could not earn more coin till the dark came back. Resentment soured to anger, and she rose on unsteady legs. Why should they be allowed to walk about protected from the incrimination of the sun when she could not? She knew what was in all their hearts, their souls. Each one was equally to blame from those who actively sought to use her, to those that would later, to those who pretended not to notice she and others like her existed. Leaning against the wall that supported her back, she managed to rise on unsteady legs. A feat more impressive considering the uncommon footwear which she wore. ”Hey!” her parched throat rasped out to the main street as she took her first wobbling step. ”Hey!” she repeated as she took another. The woman continued forward, pushing away from the wall and staggering unsteadily into the street. ”Come and get it while the getting is good!” she hollered out in a tone that was the opposite of welcoming. It was impossible to tell if her staggering gait was due to the nature of her wooden footwear or the drugs entering and leaving her system. ”You know you want it, and I don't want to wait all day!” she growled, now fully clear of the alley and staggering into the middle of the street while those around her gave her ample room. ”Come on, the meat-market is open so grab a slice. I don't vanish when the lights come on! I'm still here!” tears of rage at so many things including but not limited to herself welled in her eyes as that same anger found an outlet in blaming all around her for her pains. ”Come and touch me you filthy bastards! I need another drink!” Someone from the wayside took a step towards her as if to try to calm the crazed woman down but she turned on them and snarled. ”What are you looking at! Oooooh! NOW you see me? Sorry, paying customers only! I gotta work don't I? DON'T I!?” she flung the bottle towards the one who dared approach her and it missed, arcing widely and shattering somewhere beyond her field of swaying vision. A merchant in a stall shouted at her demanding she take her business elsewhere. She turned on him as well. ”I got ever right to be here same as you. After all I'm just a trader selling wares. Just a butcher selling meat. Who cares about the source as long as you get to eat! SO COME AND GET IT YOU GREEDY MONSTERS I AINT GOT ALL DAY!” She was showing them, showing them all what they didn't want to see, what they wanted to pretend wasn't there till the dark came back and the shadows hid their deeds. She understood now, she wasn't being judged and revealed by the sun, she was the judgement of the sun. They wanted to hide her in the dark and back alleys to bear the shame of their tarnished souls; but the light and heat had found her out, proof of their misdeeds. She would not carry their sins for them, because they did nothing for her. Not when she screamed, or pleaded, or tried to run. If she wasn't under leash, collar and thumb of one of their own, locked in a den waiting to be used like furniture, then she had less rights than property, and only needed to be paid what they felt she earned, when they felt like paying. That was why she did not have money today, now that the pulse of anger and condemnation was pounding in her chest and thundering in her ears she remembered what she had tried to erase with the bottle last night. She was not just angry about her place and her diminished rights, she was angry because she had none at all. She was refuse left in an alleyway. Now, though, she was emboldened by the drink, and the knowledge that she had nothing to loose. Nothing she didn't already risk loosing every single day. Pointing an accusing finger at all those who watched the scene unfolding she spun slowly as she continued to yell. ”You all know I'm here, you just pretend you don't, you pretend to forget about me and everyone like me, until you want to use us that is! Well the secrets out, why keep hiding! You're all guilty so come on! Come get it! Maybe this time you'll remember to pay, since no one can pretend they don't see what you're doing, don't know what you've done!” When there were still no takers, no one with enough spine to admit to her drunken accusations, only a crowd of shocked, angry, or disgruntled faces, or the backs of heads scurrying to make distance between themselves and the scene she was causing Jade grew angrier still. ”Don't be shy! If money's your concern, I'm having a sale!” she pulled open her garment to bear herself to the light and the wretched greedy eyes that dared to try to ignore the condemnation of the sun. ”Buy one tit, get the other free! Step right up you've got nothing to hide!” she choked back a sob of rage as the fury that had built up inside her finally began to diminish. She saw them through her blurred vision, she'd finally crossed the line far enough, showed the world enough, that they wanted to put her back into the dark, hide her somplace deeper where the sun would not so easily draw her out again. Maybe even a grave? Well, they missed their chance when they left her loose in the streets last night. Now she wasn't going to disappear so easily, not without a fight. Or at least that was what she thought before she swayed unsteadily and her vision flickered threatening the approach of unconsciousness, as she fell to her hands and knees. Jade felt one hand on her neck, another grabbed her hair, and heard more footsteps coming closer still as someone began to shout something over the rabble of the rest. As pain and possibly death approached all around her, she could not help but wonder what had become of her bottle. It had been foolish to throw it like that when there had still been drink left to be had inside. Edited by Jade, Sep 1 2014, 03:11 AM.
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| Merisiel Dragon-Rider | Sep 28 2014, 01:34 AM Post #2 |
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Mother... where do You live?
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((TW: As ever, language!)) While the badlands of Ashoka were decent enough, ironically, its cities always left Merisiel feeling horribly depressed. Maybe it had something to do with having to hide in lengthy robes and shawls to keep from sunstroking, or maybe it was the whole city thing all over again: people squashed together with no room to breathe, people living next to each other, on top of each other, in the buildings, in the streets. She'd been wandering human lands for decades but she never got used to the way they lived or did things. It was just weird, and unnatural to boot. And the things they did to each other! Trading each other around and kidnapping and selling each other, beating each other, killing each other, making each other miserable... why the hell did she come back here every couple of years? Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. Or maybe its the charming people. She reached up and tugged her veil back into place as she walked. No one could see her face or her ears, so they couldn't judge her on that. Only her eyes were visible, and it only made her feel further disconnected even as it protected her from prejudice that sometimes ran rampant. Depending on the time of day and what day of the week it was. Someone nearby started shouting. That was another thing: they raised their voices even when they really didn't have to. Then again, if she lived elbow-to-elbow with every other member of her race she might get grumpy after a bit too. After a few moments the content of the shouting attracted her attention, and she adjusted her veil to catch sight of a small, lovely young woman baring her body to the world and raging about yet more social injustices. Merisiel wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of brothels: she used to go to them reasonably often until she learned that the girls there were usually forced into their line of work. Not to mention the abuse, the forced abortions... the psychological effects were far reaching and awful. After that she became incredibly picky about where she went when she felt frisky... particularly after that one time. Technically it hadn't been murder. Nothing proven, either, she just felt it was better to move on. She had stopped in the street, watching the spectacle, but when the girl sagged and someone grabbed her from behind, Merisiel had seen enough. This was a shitty city full of shitty people, and this jerk had broken the straw on the camel's back (that was how that phrase went, right..?). She drew her bow and a single arrow. It was all she needed. "I don't fuckin' think so!" Her voice, fueled by powerful lungs, rang out between the buildings, and her arrow flew, punching the girl's attacker in the face and sticking there, feathered shaft quivering. A scream from a passerby was all the encouragement she needed put the bow away and get out of here. The elf sprinted forward to scoop the girl up in her arms, carrying her easily (she was alarmingly light) and taking off with her before the guard had a chance to arrive. Buildings and stands and people rushed by in colorful blurs, and though she had no idea where she was going Meri dashed through street after street, alleyway after alleyway, before finally stopping and hiding the both of them behind a stack of pallets and crates. She panted, well worn -- but at least it was shady here. Meri tugged the confounded veil off of her head and bundled it up. She withdrew a waterskin and wetted the fabric, dabbing it on the young woman's brow. "Hey sweetie..." She panted, her face screwed up in a rare moment of seriousness. The girl was burnt, bruised in places, and half naked. Fury boiled in Merisiel's gut like a blaze, and with shaking hands she tugged Jade's clothes back into place. She had nothing against nudity, but this.... this time it didn't seem right. Taking by force was wrong. Not just wrong, but cowardly. She didn't know if this girl was a prostitute or just a tragic victim, but she suspected it was a bit of both, and the very idea made her sick. She tried propping up the girl's head and tempting her with water. "No one should have to live like this." |
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| Jade | Oct 1 2014, 04:09 PM Post #3 |
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(TW: Prostitution, partial nudity, sexual themes, and an anachronistic F-Bomb (because I could not restist)) Jades conscious mind clung to the obfuscating haze of drunkenness like a drowning man to a raft. It had given her the freedom to vent all her frustrations. She had the audiacity to pretend she was some kind of moral superior, to berate random passersby and accuse them all of the evils which were inherent to her life, the result of a long chain of bad decisions. In the haze, nothing was her fault, and it didn’t matter anyways. Even as hands grabbed hold of her without her consent, and the impending threat of violence and harm drew near, she found it difficult to care, or fully understand what was happening. The haze protected her more than she knew as Jade felt the grip tightening around her throat suddenly go lax. Had she seen yet another soul die because of her, been aware of what had just transpired, one could only ponder the depths her soul might sink to. As it was, Jade was simply aware she was falling towards the ground again as people screamed and shouted around her. New arms lifted her, a different smell meeting her nose. Someone unfamiliar to the area, not typical of her usual accosters. Jade felt the jostling as the one holding her ran. She was unsure if they were being gentler with her than the usual sort, or if the booze had simply made her senses duller than she realized. She shut her eyes as all the motion began to make her nauseous in conjunction with the lights and colors. The sun was too damn bright. Eventually the light trying to pierce her eyelids grew dim again, implying they were in the shade. Jade was set on the ground and heard wooden things thumping against one another as they were moved around. Her head still swam from the less than gentle trip so she did not risk opening her eyes just yet. Someone drew close again and the sound of fluids sloshing in a container reached her ears. Jade hoped someone was bringing her more booze, that would be lovely; but she doubted it was going to happen. Suddenly a cool sensation touched her face, making its way across her brow. Jade involuntarily emitted a sigh of relief brought on by the small reprieve from the overwhelming heat. Meanwhile someone said something soft to her. Jade felt her clothing brushing over her skin, hiding what little of her body it concealed, from the world. The dieing light of moral outrage wanted to resist; but was tempered by her equally dulled sense of decency and shame. Jade’s bleary thoughts did not linger long on the matter as someone propped up her head and she felt the coolness of water near her lips. Jade grabbed for it greedily and attempted to drink, water, booze, anything to quench the thirst in her parched throat. She drank until she coughed and sputtered, her thirst overwhelming her troats ability to accomidate it. As she choked she finally opened her eyes, hearing that same voice again. Through the bleary haze, which seemed less prominent than before, Jade understood the other face to be female. The woman loomed close, and jade realized they were someplace shady and relatively private. Even drunk she could not forget what she was, what she had to do to survive, even if how she went about it somewhat escaped her. The woman’s face was certainly more attractive than her usual clients, and it had been some time since she had been with another woman. It seemed that kind of thing was shrouded in even more shame and derision here than other places. Jade extended her sunburnt arm for the waterskin, attempting to bring it back into her possession in a manner that her drunken mind considered subtle. Rather than dance around false kindness building towards their ultimate goal, Jade did her best to initiate a transaction of the usual sort in a voice that was both tired and slurring. ”Heeeeeeeey girl. You want some fuck?” |
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| Deleted User | Oct 11 2014, 08:04 AM Post #4 |
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The fox rarely visited the cities. She hated how confined and artificial they felt; though now was a necessary time to visit one. She'd been running low on supplies, and had been simply shopping at a stall for fruits and vegetables to munch or snack on later when a strange woman -- Murakumo had deduced she was one of lesser means, and could hear the slur of her drunken state clear in her voice -- had erupted in a violent outburst. Then an arrow flew, struck someone.. She was unsure why the cities were always full of commotion. Still, she felt bad for the small woman who felt as if the world had betrayed her. Well, that's what she figured the woman thought, anyway. After finishing the transaction for her sustenance, she'd follow off where she saw the... elf? She was unsure. She'd moved awfully fast, but she thought she'd picked that up. Anyways, she started off towards where she'd taken the angry woman. Generally, it was a rule of hers not to get involved in things like this. However, the first woman looked as if she could use the help. Deciding upon her ultimate goal, to help this woman in some way, her feet began to follow the trail the others had left. She began asking around, to see if anyone had seen anything. She started checking the alleys, behind vendor's stalls, anything she could find that might serve as a hiding place. Eventually, her footsteps might become apparent to the other two women; the pair of silvery fox's ears sticking up above the stack of crates and pallets for a moment before she revealed herself fully, adorned in an elegant-looking white and red kimono. She wiped her forehead on one of the sleeves and placed a hand on her hip, her tails at rest for the moment. Her reddish-hazel eyes glanced over the two, and her head tilted ever-so-slightly to one side. "Is Miss Grumpy No-Pants here okay?" She asked. Her voice was halfway between light and deep, and gentle, though with a certain air to it that one might associate with an elegant singer or dancer. "After all, I'd hate to see the guard show up for her. Poor thing doesn't look like she needs any time locked up." |
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| Merisiel Dragon-Rider | Oct 14 2014, 08:15 PM Post #5 |
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Mother... where do You live?
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Merisiel was quiet and unsure how to respond to the query, except: "Um... Not right now, thanks." Bare noise caught her attention, and she held still to peer to the right for a moment. Ears, hair, then a face came into view. If she didn't have her elven ears Meri was sure she might not have heard the approach, and the owner of the footsteps surprised her. A fox in Eldahar! Ordinarily she might have been delighted, but today was a serious day for the elf. She looked down to Jade. "I guess so... I mean, once she gets over the heat stroke and hangover and bruises..." She looked down. How had she gotten herself into this? Like any other time, Merisiel hadn't thought ahead this far, and wasn't sure what to do or where to go now with a prostitute passed out in her lap. She looked up to the stranger. "Do you know where she'll be safe? I don't know anything about this city..." |
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| Jade | Oct 14 2014, 10:01 PM Post #6 |
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Her offer refused, Jade still had managed to lift the water skin and was quenching her bottomless thirst. The hangover was fading, her bruises would be better in a few hours. The world was becoming clearer which would likely begin to upset her more when she started remembering in detail what happened last night, and what she'd done just moments ago. For now she was calm however, and wondered absently how long this woman was going to play at hero before leaving her in the ditch, or taking her back to the cage. After all, she was lost property. A second voice caught her attention, and Jade's bleary eyes drifted up to see the new face. Silver hair, pale skin, and fuzzy ears. EARS! Jade's eyes went wide, in shock and the color drained from her face. Immediately she tried backing away from her rescuer, if only to put distance between herself and the fox eared creature. As the thing spoke with Meri, Jade's mind and body was finding the strenght to form words and experience panic. ”Kitsune!” She accused, speaking in the native tongue of her homeland, the island of Daro. Jade attempted to get to her feet; but only managed to prop herself up some against the wall. Her hazed mind was reeling before; but sent for even more of a loop now. The fox spirits of her home, were not creatures she had seen or heard of since coming to the lands away from Daro. She had not expected to see anything like them, and yet here one was, even in this forsaken desert, the spirits wandered. ”Kitsune! If you bring the judgement of your goddess, you can tell her she is too late, this life is more punishment than she could ever bring! Killing me would be a mercy!” Even as she said it, Jade realized that some part of her believed it, though all of her did not. ”If you are here to bring malice, or mischief, I have had enough of both! I was a priestess once, I know how to banish your kind, even if the spirits forsake my call, I know enough to rid the world of your current incarnation if you force my hand, consider this fair warning!” The rush from the shock and fear was forcing her to act on impulse; but it was also clearing her mind for the moment, and speaking in her native tongue came so easily, some small part of Jade in the back of her mind, was just relieved to know she still knew how. Her eyes glistened with moisture as other feelings washed over her. There were many kinds of fox spirits, some were trouble, some were evil, and some were appointed by gods. Certianly in the later case they came to punish the wicked and carry messages and judgement; but it was also true that they could bring aide and mercy. Jade simply had not considered this at first because few things claiming to be of the gods of Daro had brought her any kindness or mercy without great cost, and she had so little left to give. What was more she was afraid to even allow herself the hope, the chance, that something good could come from something she recognized. That something from her home could arrive here, and not be filled with condemnation and punishment, was a dangerous hope indeed. Yet, as the tears escaped her eyes she fell back to her knees, feeling their salty sting on her sunburnt face. ”Please, please, if you bring even the smallest of mercies, please do not forsake me for my arrogant tongue. Do not punish my suspicion by abandoning me without hope. I beg your forgiveness, if that is what you deserve from me.” Jade continued to cry, even as she bowed on her hands and knees before the fox. She had been bluffing before, about being able to banish it. Certianly she knew how; but she hardly had the strenght in her for the kind of prayers required to bind and banish a fox, even with the gods help, let alone without. Of course what gods would answer the call of priestess turned whore. Jade realized after a moment, that she had spoken only in Daroeese, and that her rescuer, an elf, if she understood the races of this land correctly, likely would have understood none of it. Jade sat up and turned to her, eyes puffy and reddened. ”This is a fox spirit, from my home, they bring both the mercy and the judgement of the gods.” |
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| Deleted User | Oct 17 2014, 05:26 PM Post #7 |
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The fox just listened intently to the distraught woman's entire tirade. Her ears were perked up as they often were and pointed directly at the accuser. Towards the end, her lips curled upwards into a smile, and with a few steps, each of which almost seemed like had a bounce in them. Her ears twitched once, and now only a few feet from the other woman, she began to speak in a tongue they would both understand. "Nogitsune, first of all." She nodded to emphasize. "Kinda the same thing, but rarer, I suppose. Annd we tend to have to eat by consuming life energy or whatever. But that is one of the consequences of being me! After all, it can't ALL be fun and games, can it?" She smiled. "Secondly, I am not here to bring malice. Mischief, maybe if you felt a little better, but you don't look like you're much in the mood for pranks, hmm? And I'd really hate for you to banish me. I mean, four-hundred years has been GREAT! I mean, it has its ups and downs, but please don't banish me over something so silly as asking if you were okay. About the gods, though, bringing judgement..." She trailed off, as if she was about to confirm the woman's fears. Her face was poised, a solemn look suddenly overtaking it... Before it lit right back up again. "I'm not here to bring judgement from ANY gods! I don't like that whole idea, runnin' around and doing the gods' work. That just sounds so boring, ya know? I'm not here for any of that stuff. I was just.. worried, I guess. Looked like you had some kinda issue or something. I guess I wasn't WRONG, huh?" She turned to look at the elf woman for a moment -- it seemed odd, given the circumstances -- and back towards the one propped against the wall. "Do you two know each other? Or is that girl just a very good Samaritan?" |
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| Merisiel Dragon-Rider | Oct 17 2014, 11:56 PM Post #8 |
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Mother... where do You live?
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Almost subconsciously, Merisiel leaned her head back from Jade and held the woman loosely as she struggled and exclaimed in what could only be her native tongue, being sure the woman was simply supported and propped up where and how she needed to be. The desperation was tragic enough without a translation. For her part, Merisiel had seen fox spirits before, and other shapeshifting creatures, but she called them by a different name than the one this young woman began with. The other difference was in the behaviour: she was so used to seeing foxes both live and spirit alike slinking around in the background, working subtly. Here was this one, however, right in the middle of a human city, just hanging out. It was entirely weird. Once more she kept her quietude, waiting until both seemed finished and she was halfway addressed. She gazed up at the nogitsune, blinking confusedly in the shade. "Samara-what..?" So much for a language everyone understood. Meri looked down, tips of her ears turning red. "Um... we haven't met before. I'm just..." Slumming it? Also hanging out? Waiting for Ashoka to prove itself something other than a corrupt country with an awesome landscape and wildlife? Save the prostitute; shoot the man?! What to say, to a fox spirit and a girl who'd been spat on by everyone and everything? "...I'm just wandering around." She finished lamely. To move the subject away from herself, she looked down to Jade, social ineptitude stacking precariously on top of itself over and over, like a folded page. Talking to people normally wasn't this hard... but then, Merisiel rarely talked to people who would likely take it as an insult if she offered them food. Then again, it wasn't like her not to share whatever she had. A sheepish grin overcame her features. "How about we get away from all the Inquisitors and stuff, and I'll roast us all an antelope? Taken down fresh just last night!" |
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| Jade | Oct 18 2014, 01:08 PM Post #9 |
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”Nogitsune” The other had responded, and immediately jade felt a tightening in her chest. She knew what it meant. Kitsune was the general term for all fox spirits, Nogitsune were the kitsune trouble makers and villains. Some were simply agents of self-amusement and mischief that sometimes went to awry; but others were pure malice. The broken woman immediately began to assume the worst. The fox spirit continued talking, explaining to Jade and Merisel, in case they were unaware of its nature. While it spoke, Jade called on what little energy she had, allowing it to build in her chest, feeling her throat get warm, and her muscles tense, the spirit and magical energy binding and building in preperation to be released as her secret fiery breath. She had admitted to being a priestess; but the fox would not expect this surprise. Unless she already knew all about Jade, for it was an ability signature to herself alone. As far as Jade was aware, this gift and curse of the dragon was her own mysterious affliction and no others. Jade’s whole body began to get warmer, quickly. When she was healthy and well this side effect did not reveal itself; but when drained like this, it was a much more significant strain. However when the nogitsune explained it was not here to bring malice, Jade’s resolve faltered. The heat began to disapate rapidly, and her body felt even weaker than before. The muscles in her small frame relaxed themselves the tension fadeing some. The prostitute generally knew better than to trust anyone at their word; but the arrival of a spirit fox, the fact that someone had understood her native tongue, it was too much of a glimmer of the home she missed, to destroy it without assurity. Even if it might lead Jade into further trouble, for once she felt it worth the risk. Jade was not fooled by the theatric ruse when the Nogitsune tried to deceive her into believing, for a moment, it might be bringing the judgment of the gods. She knew Nogitsune served no gods, they were free foxes. Instead the attempt brought the fleeting presence of the weakest of smiles to her lips. Jade relaxed for the moment, as best she could, not bothering to answer the nogitsune’s question about her issue as it seemed rhetorical and was certainly not something she wanted to think about. Shed gotten drunk trying to forget, not that it seemed to have worked this time. As for the fox’s next question, she hesitated. The prostitute honestly could not remember if she had met the elf before or not. Just because she could not recall a name did not mean that they had not been her client before. Fortunately the elf seemed to answer that question for her, solving the mystery. Then came the prospect of food, Jade’s stomach growled before she could even consider her answer, as if demanding its opinion be heard. Her cool eyes narrowed in suspicion for a moment, as if to ask What would I have to do?; but before she bothered to voice the question, Jade surrendered to the reasoning that it would be nothing she hadn’t done before, and for less. Instead she answered with a nod, ”Perhaps leaving the city for now would be best. I enjoy -” Jade hesitated as if trying to find the right words before deciding. ”I enjoy not being here.” |
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| Deleted User | Oct 29 2014, 09:27 AM Post #10 |
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She simply remained quiet until the other two had finished speaking. Really, she'd expected some sort of outburst from the drunken woman when the fox had explained what she was; she was surprised at her self-control. Or perhaps it wasn't self-control, but what did the fox care? As long as she wasn't attacked or banished or whatever, well, she was alright with it. With a bounce in her step she made her way towards the entrance of the alleyway where she'd come in, looking back towards the other two. "Are you sure you want to invite an old fox like me to dinner? It might be a little strange, walking around with me after all.~" She smiled genuinely; despite not having to eat per se, Murakumo did very much enjoy the act! If she was a little more egocentric, she might call herself a connoisseur. Perhaps it would be good for the Daroesian woman to get away from the city. After all, it looked like it hadn't treated her well, and abusive relationships are best ended quickly. At least that's what the fox had gathered. "I never did get both of your names in all this, either! Where have my manners gone?" She laughed, leaning up against the wall, seemingly having almost no regard for the elegant-looking garment that she wore. Those reddish-brown eyes looked outside the darkened alleyway, then back in; was she keeping watch for guards or something? |
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