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    The Scent of Fear; + Open +
    Topic Started: Mar 8 2016, 02:54 PM (210 Views)
    Bast
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    'He shall be tormented with fire and brimstone.../And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up, for ever and ever;'

    The stones were cold under her bare feet, bumpy, prickly with sprawling, shriveled greenery that shouldered aside the cobbles and brickwork, creeping over packed and frozen earth, suspended in life. Her feet left the barest warm patches as she passed, aimless, weaving this way and that without real direction.

    Sometimes you just needed to walk, for whatever reason. To clear your head, shake out the ghosts and the cobwebs, the bad dreams...

    Bast shivered despite herself. She wasn't cold, never that. The glow of her skin rebounded from the mist, sizzling it gently away before it could settle on her, turned her into a soft outline, a tempting willow-the-wisp like so many of the lanterns, or half hidden windows.

    It was the dreams that had forced her out again, away from the cold pale arms of the necromancer, tight lipped and miserable with fear. What was it to stand under charred and pointed sticks that had been trees, shattered fingers stabbing at a grey sky? To feel snow settling on your hair and hands, the slow realization that it was ashes, the ashes of everything you'd ever known, that everything you cared about was gone?

    And above all, that you were glad of it, glad of the scent of crackling meat, the sound of bubbling screams and exploding glass, fizzing and sizzling liquids as they boiled on the flagstones, free of their containers...

    A bed of sunflowers, so graceful, perfect, withering and consumed by sheets of flame...

    The smell of burning books, silent screams of chickenscratch and print as their stories were cast into oblivion.

    And the glee, the abundant enjoyment to watch it all come down, til there was only that hot slick of stone, and ashes. Always the ashes.

    She paused, backtracked to peer at her hazy reflection in the foggy glass of a window, some posh nobby type's house undoubtedly...and stared at it, hardly believing what she saw. For a moment something painfully perfect looked back, blinking large dark doe-eyes stupidly at her from a pleasingly symmetrical face, straight nose, pouty little lips half twisting into a coy smile...and the gaps that chased her jaw, stitched like a doll's mouth.

    Disgust roiled in her, greasy as smoke. She pushed her hands against her face, eyes squeezing shut, unwilling to see that vision, the cruel face of nature's child leering at her straight out of her past. She wasn't...couldn't be that anymore...could she? It was something she had to cut out and discard, this thing that would happily burn all she cared about. People...places...

    When she lifted her head, it was gone. Only her; plump, be-freckled and bookish, slightly distraught.

    She walked a while longer, her feet carrying her on well worn, familiar paveways, til finally she stopped at the faceless statue she'd so easily joked over the summer before. It didn't seem so funny now, wreathed in a mantle of shadow, haloed in fog. Less funny and more...threatening, perhaps. Still, she sank gratefully onto the base of the pedestal, fingers picking idly at a thin layer of grey moss clinging diligently to the stone.

    Gradually the sensation pressed on her, a creeping, crawling unease that had her shifting her shoulder and knees with discomfort, like trying to shake loose an elusive ant. It persisted, seeding itself into something of a distant fear, the sensation of eyes on the back of the neck.
    How long she'd sat there, she didn't know, but it couldn't have been more than a few moments, just breathing the air, restlessly trying to watch all directions at once.

    The elemental scoffed slightly, told herself it was a stupid trick played on herself, that she was inventing things in the fog. Sound carried strangely in the murk, the clap of a woodpigeon's wings, the snap and slap of wet leaves against the side of a house...

    Her eyes caught on two dull red blooms halfway up a wall of a sidestreet. Unlit, too dark to see any real shape, on the edge of the mist. They didn't move, could have been a distant lantern for all she knew.
    With difficulty she swallowed, unwilling to pull her eyes away in case it moved, like looking at a snake...near hypnotizing, choking herself on a thousand thousand inventive fears, any sign of weakness giving it a window to strike. Stupid, just sitting here hunched over, frozen to the spot like a deer in the headlights. Yet she couldn't look away, couldn't swallow, could barely breathe...

    They flickered.

    She was being watched. She was being watched. She was being watched.

    The fluctuation of her heart allowed her to suck another breath, made her flare a little brighter for a moment as something like terror began to bleed into her limbs, uncertain whether the thought was her own or not.

    + It's dangerous to go alone... +

    She'd snorted before when Phaedrus told her about red-haired women being snatched from the streets. She'd joked with him, that this new Twist might snatch him with his beautiful tangerine locks. She'd thought it was a rumor, a stupid piece of gossip to bandy about.

    The lights winked out.

    Bast sat for several minutes, just listening to her heart sing in her ears, fingers trembling and trying not to make fists in the loose pants she wore.

    Time to go, time to go, time to go...

    No matter how hard she stared, she knew she'd never tell whether there was someone there, lurking on the edge of the encroaching fog. It moved sinuously, slowly billowing and forming a dozen patterns that could have been coat tails or real tails, hands and faces and hollow eyes, and all of it filling her with a terrible dread.

    She made it perhaps fifteen feet.

    Her nerve broke. She ran.

    Bare feet slapped against earth and stone, breath laboring in her ears, pitched with terror, frightened as a rabbit in a trap. Windows burst from the fog, empty gaping eyes, some of them lit like beacons, ghosts of trees and spectral sculptures, a bridge marching out of the mist suddenly, startling her to pelting in a different direction. Her feet splashed through a puddle, searing her with sudden agony and leaving a trail of firefly sparks. She could hear his breath, something like a laugh, burning in her chest, the wind of claws-

    -And slammed into something so suddenly, so hard she bounced off it, sprawled on the cold ground, her teeth rattling.

    She was going to die.

    Dark eyes blazed in mingled terror and defiance, her mouth open in a silent screech, winded, as she looked up at the unfamiliar figure standing over her, and raised her hand...
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    ((I hope it's okay if I step in here :) ))

    It was one of those nights. Larai had tossed and turned in the unfamiliar bed for a few hours, and then gave it up and stepped outside. She had only been in the city for two days, and she was still not that familiar with the surrounding streets, but she figured she could walk a short distance, clear her head, and not get lost. Stepping out of the door, she saw the mist swirling across the pavement, and shivered a little. The weather was not good for walking in, it seemed. But, she could hardly go back to bed, the little room was too stuffy and confined; she would be staring at the ceiling until morning broke. No, despite the creepy look she would be all right taking a short walk through the streets. It was a foolish notion, maybe, but Laraiya didn't really know any better. Wrapping a brown shawl around her shoulders, she stepped out into the misty, quiet streets.

    Half an hour later, she had to admit it; she was lost. Although she had tried not to deviate from the main road she had started on, Larai somehow ended up turned around. How is it that every building looks the same?? she wondered to herself, sadly peering up at the shadowy edifices. There was too much fog to make out landmarks; that was obvious now. Maybe she should have just paced in front of the building and then turned around and went back. Well, it was too late for should haves. Now, she was wandering the unfamiliar streets of Madrid, completely lost. Not for the first time, Larai wondered if she should have stayed in the forests. Maybe that was where she belonged...

    A misstep into a puddle splashed her legs and cleared her thoughts. No, she thought as she shook her skirt to shake off some of the water, she needed to get out and away from her family and the woods she grew up in. She needed to experience something new and different, and it would make her a better person! She knew all of that, and that was why she left in the first place. Confident in her choice, she nodded as she looked around again...and her blooming confidence faded. Of course, she was still lost.

    With a sigh of resignation, she continued to trudge through the fog. The streets were empty; she couldn't tell what time it was, but the moon was still in the sky, somewhere behind the clouds. She could see it peeking out every so often. But she was still completely unsure about the time. Time for me to be back in bed... she thought unhappily, but just thinking about it wasn't going to make it happen. She was still walking when she thought she heard a noise in the alleyways, in the darkness that loomed by her side. "Probably...rats..." she muttered to herself, but couldn't stop her heart from fluttering. She really should be back at the inn.... Quickening her step, she kept going. She consoled herself with the fact that she hadn't seen anyone during her walk so far. And whatever it was, she was leaving it behind her...

    Without warning, the sounds increased in volume and pace, like running feet, and Larai turned to the darkness to try to see what it might be. First she saw nothing, and her heart thudded in her chest. She was about to open her mouth and call out, when suddenly something or someone slammed into her headfirst. Gasping, she fell backwards onto her backside, grunting with pain. "Oww..." she said, rubbing her butt as she stood. She turned to see what-or who-had run out of the alley into her, and was surprised to see that she was just a girl, lying on the ground and staring, her dark eyes wide and afraid. Was she running from something?

    "Hey, are you okay? Here, let me help you up," Larai said, and extended her arm to her. Whoever she was, Larai just wanted to help her. It didn't matter to her that her backside was throbbing and there was probably a bruise on her tailbone, it looked like this girl was in trouble and possibly needed help. She wasn't carrying any potions, but if she got back to her room she would be able to give this girl something if she was injured. "My name is Laraiya. Is something the matter?"

    ((I'm a little rusty, so please excuse me :/ ))
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    'He shall be tormented with fire and brimstone.../And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up, for ever and ever;'

    ((Not at all!))

    It was...a woman? The killer was a woman? Somehow that made it more terrifying. Her breath hitched in her throat as she fought to scramble to her feet, but they were up first and-

    Wait, if she wanted to kill her, she wouldn't be offering a hand up...and she probably wouldn't look so offended that some ginger pundle had careened into her, giving them both a bruise. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened, and were the situation less tense, she might have laughed about it.

    The terror was still pushing insistently at her, a hungry beast on the edge of the mind, snapping at her heels. Bast swallowed, and slapped her pudgy warm palm into the slender offered one, allowing herself to be hauled upright.
    "Whit're ye doin' oot here alen?! Dinnae ye ken it's right dangerous?!"
    Big words, considering she was in fact, doing exactly that. Not that she'd intended to wander too far, or even to start running, not until the unnatural fear had begun to spread through her, making her shake like a leaf in a storm.

    "I...I'm sorreh." She pressed the back of one freckled hand to her forehead, turning her eyes away from Laraiya for a moment to search the ever-shifting mist. Nothing, as she'd expected, just a handful of illusory tricks, misleading her eyes and her emotions.
    "I didnae mean...we shouldnae be oot here. Are ye new in town?" Then after a slight pause; "I'm Bast. I was...d'yeh feel that? It's oot there still..."

    The elemental clasped her hands together, wringing her fingers hard with worry against her chest. Whatever it was, it wasn't undead, but who could she tell that to? It wasn't as though the authorities were going to listen to the garbled account of a bookish ginger, just because she'd been stupid enough to go out and gotten frightened in the process.
    But if it was walking the other side of the line, she'd have felt it. She could still feel it now, an animal rage beating around the inside of her head, not quite her own.

    As the feeling increased towards that same raw terror, she reached out and clasped the elf's hand in her own, hardly waiting a moment before she began to pull her insistently away from it. Behind her, the lamps began to flicker and dance, the furthest pinpricks in the mist winking out.
    "Go, go!"
    It could have been an eternity, or only a few minutes of running madly down the street, swinging around a corner and desperately searching, searching...then skidding to a stop in front of a familiar door, tall and imposing as an old oak. Fear gave her movements clumsy speed, grabbing for the handle and rattling it, all short of bracing her feet to either side and heaving on the damned thing. Bast slapped her palm against the brass plate of the lock, splaying her fingers, and moved her mouth close to it, her lips forming their silent entreaty.

    Light fizzled along the circuitry in her arms, there was a muffled click, and the door gave as she wrenched the handle desperately.
    "In here!"
    Without waiting for the taller woman she dragged her inside and eased it shut as quietly as she dared, the lock snapping back into place. Her feet carried her swiftly to the shuttered window, the tiles cold underfoot as she peered through the slats. After a second's consideration she gritted her teeth and suppressed the natural light emitted by her skin. Still she couldn't see anything, but she could feel it, the silken touch on her mind, searching...searching...

    Bast turned wide dark eyes on Laraiya, then belatedly let go of her hand.
    "Think about something else. Anything! He'll find us!"
    Her mind went carefully blank as she reached for her data banks of information and began to slowly read the most boring tome she could think of about caring for and handling chickens. Something loped out of the mist into the street, only a man, one might have thought, but for that presence, that mantle of fear riding his shoulders. Slowly he eased past the building, slinking like a predator, away...away...tail twitching behind him.

    The elemental breathed, and light bloomed.
    "Holy crap! Did you see that?!"
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