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- Vesle Soul - 01-22-2012 [html]
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- Eris Eternity - 02-05-2012 [html]
(541)
The dark woman had been itching to don this disguise since the idea had first occurred to her. Eris could not rightly recall when she had come upon this idea, but she had been ready for some weeks now. Basilaris's birth had delayed any southern journeys, however, and the dark woman had been content to wait. Now, she was smeared with the reddish mud of the river, tucked beneath her oversized cloak. Where the mud clung to her fur it was stuff and uncomfortable, but it certainly did its job to change the color of her fur. Instead of coal black, it had taken on a deep brownish hue, and would be gone as soon as she chose to wash it off. Better yet, the resource of mud was astronomically large -- the dark hybrid had no worries of running out anytime soon. So long as the rivers flowed, she'd have her disguise.
The cloak, completed by Rowan some weeks prior, had been kept in its own small chest, folded around a clump of flowers. Eris had taken care to surround the cloak with more flowers, and now, in her pocket, a large slice of meat -- sour and starting to turn, certain to be half-rotted by the time she made her way back to the Pictou -- sat in her largest pocket, carefully tucked there by the dark woman herself. The smell did not bother her, but it was sure to disguise her own scent, which she'd washed away to the best of her ability with a long ocean bath as well as application of oils made from bayberry and mint. This smell was powerful and more displeasing than the smell of the meat, but Eris tolerated it, finding the scent disguise as necessary as the one she'd physically adopted.
Even her gait was different. The coyote, five this year, moved like a woman closer to her mother's age, dragging her left foot in an expertly feigned limp. Her daughters had helped her with this, critiquing her performance until the young woman was able to move convincingly as an old one. Her posture was hunched and slumped, again rather like that of an aged canine rather than a still-young, spry leader of less than half a decade. The sable coyote moved toward the festival, her eventual destination. She was drawn, however, to a certain pulse in the earth. Perhaps it was the whisper of an old ghost, or, perhaps more likely, it was simply the whim of the mushroom caps she'd ingested that morning. They, too, were a part of her garb -- the dark woman knew her presentation and personality were completely different while on the substance. While less physically in control of herself, the coal-furred Auxiliary was less likely to be recognized. She kept a supply of them tucked in a pocket close to her throat.
The morning's light shone, though it was obscured by the creeping fog. Eris was thinking of Haku, just then, though she did not know why. Perhaps it was that same whisper calling to her. Shivering, she turned her head this way and that, seeking the ghost himself, though she knew his presence to be an impossibility. #erisNat { font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisNat p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #erisNat p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisNat p.sieImage + p:first-letter { font-size:65px; display:block; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisNat p.sieImage + p { text-indent:0; } #erisNat .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #erisNat .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisNat b { letter-spacing:-.5px; } #erisNat u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisNat b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisNat b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisNat b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 02-09-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 02-10-2012 [html]
(314) This table made awesome by Mel!
The world's edges had just the faintest blur to them, just enough to offset the sharp lines of reality and make her question where shadows began and ended. The golden light of the early morning was brilliant, but as any other time of day, there were patches of deep shadow here and there, parts where the sun had not yet touched. As it marched across the sky, these places would be kissed by the sun's light, of course, but as old shadows dried up, new ones pooled elsewhere. Even now they danced and pulsed in her vision, seeming to form and unform, parts of them curling away and back again. She shook her head as one congealed before her, grayer and more real than the rest.
It took her a moment to realize the shadow was a wolf, and the dark hybrid drew back in surprise, gasping a raspy sort of sound. Such sounds were rarely, if ever, uttered by Eris Eternity; Discordia was different, however, and even her voice differed: it rasped and whispered, wavering and utterly lacking in the confidence with which Eris spoke. Dear child, she said, that soft rasp. You startled me. Please, oh -- put your teeth away, child, I mean you no harm. The mud-smeared woman even whimpered, thinking it might accentuate her plea. As an actress, Eris allowed herself to slip completely into the role of this other, and in consuming her mushrooms, she was greatly aided. Sometimes, it felt as if Discordia herself was fully in control, though Eris floated easily to the surface when the need for control arose. Now, it felt as if Discordia wished to bury herself in Eris -- she was frightened by this monochrome wolf with her bright teeth. Eris coaxed the facade out again and took another step back, holding up both empty palms in a gesture of peace. #erisMel { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/apFCL.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; padding-top:209px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:500px; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisMel p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 15px; } #erisMel p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisMel p.sieImage + p:first-letter { font-size:65px; display:block; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisMel p.sieImage + p { text-indent:0; } #erisMel .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height:14px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #erisMel .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisMel b { letter-spacing:-.5px; } #erisMel u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisMel b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisMel b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisMel b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 02-12-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 02-14-2012 [html]
The ash-colored woman stepped forward, and Eris saw in her blurring vision her eyes were nearly the same shade as her pelt, if not matching. Perhaps she might not have found such a trait enchanting were it not for the mushrooms and Discordia, but now she looked at the other canine with her jaw ajar, tips of her off-white teeth showing against the chestnut color of her false fur. The woman's words barely awoke Discordia from her revelry, though she forced herself to refocus on the woman with Eris's insistence. Narrowing her chartreuse eyes in effort to make them focus (and perhaps her ears, along with her eyes), the coyote listened.
Ohhh, she exhaled, slowly. I have no right to walk anywhere, sweetest one. No pack, no family, no life. Kill me if you must, I will not be missed, the woman said, bowing her head low. She did not want to die, but Discordia thought her existence meaningless anyway -- she was just a figment of someone's imagination, after all. Eris, however, would fight for her life, and the dark woman could wrest control from Discordia at any moment. The puppetmaster, however, saw the anger leaving the stone-colored wolf, and she saw fit to let Discordia continue, if only for the moment.
Then -- are you a ghost, come to take me? she asked, bluntly. Age chipped away at courtesies and politeness, and the elderly frequently engaged in such tactless questioning. At least, her mother had -- and her mother was the oldest thing to walk the planet, was she not? Discordia thought so, and lifted her paw to her muzzle to hide a smile with this thought: Kaena doesn't know she has an extra daughter, one named Discordia! You have no color left, is all. #erisReqOpt { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisReqOpt p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #erisReqOpt p.sieImage { text-align:center; float:left; margin:10px; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; } #erisReqOpt .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #erisReqOpt .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisReqOpt b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #erisReqOpt u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisReqOpt b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisReqOpt b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisReqOpt b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 03-16-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 03-18-2012 [html]
The world seemed shinier, glimmering faintly with the dose of the mushrooms she'd imbibed. And it was for this reason she cocked her head to the side with the woman's words, frowning broadly. Her yellow-green eyes narrowed, and she laughed herself. I see your colors, the woman said. How can I see them if you don't have them? The colors were all around the stranger, exploding auras of red and yellow and, most sinister, a pale blue that seemed to pulse and sway with each breath Discordia took. She had seen these things before, but never with the startling realness as the colors which surrounded Vesle.
Discordia considered, and slid a hand into her robe, pulling out a twisted mushroom stem and cap. She held it out to the other woman, palm out to present the small plant. You can see them, too, she breathed, her tail twitching with anticipation. If you want, I mean, the woman said, thinking this was a very clever way to see whether or not this was a ghost -- she had not answered, after all, and if she could not grasp the mushrooms, if they fell right through her hand, she was certainly an apparition. #erisSie2 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisSie2 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #erisSie2 p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisSie2 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #erisSie2 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisSie2 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #erisSie2 u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisSie2 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisSie2 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisSie2 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 03-25-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 03-28-2012 [html]
Discordia was not a creature of logic, and she frowned, utterly confused. Eris balked at the woman's insults, but retained her position in the background, the puppetmaster yanking a string here or there, while the puppet danced its own little jig. Now, she mouthed words, taking up where Discordia was lost. I don't know that you're a ghost, she said, mimicking the other half's gravelly and low voice. You might be. But you might not be. I don't think ghosts even always know when they're ghosts. Reality was a funny and fickle thing, and it changed according to the hour, according to one's intoxication, according to one's garb or lack thereof -- perhaps Vesle would see things differently, with the help of these plants.
Color in color, Discordia said, taking up on Eris's cue. She lifted a little mushroom and pointed out the swirl of pale blue fire dancing along its stem and cap. They help you see the world differently, but if you like the way it looks, you like the way it looks, she said, smiling and eating the little mushroom herself, to illustrate its lack of poison. She swallowed and grinned again. There were more, squirrled away in her pockets and hidden in her robe, but that one had been refused -- perhaps another would be more acceptable. #erisSie2 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisSie2 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #erisSie2 p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisSie2 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #erisSie2 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisSie2 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #erisSie2 u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisSie2 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisSie2 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisSie2 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 04-15-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 04-16-2012 [html]
The grayscale woman seemed to be looking beyond Eris, or through her, or somewhere else entirely. While the puppetmaster grew impatient with the woman's silence and seeming drifting, Discordia was perfectly content to wait. She was a shallow thing, conjured in the hybrid's mind and reinforced with these magical plants and the clothes she wore. The clothes made most of Discordia who she was, and she made Eris feel differently enough so that she might slink unnoticed into these southerly reaches, away from Salsola and away from all that she knew.
The muddied hybrid slid a hand into her robe wordlessly, though a merry smile had appeared on her muzzle. I'm glad, she said, earnestly, pulling her hand from her cloak and offering a pair of the mushrooms to the pale woman. It helps to relax, to keep your mind open wide to possibility, she said, smiling still. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 04-24-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 04-26-2012 [html]
Discordia watched the woman inspecting the little plants with bright chartreuse eyes, though Eris held her tongue and prevented the shade from speaking encouragement. The sharper and more perceptive of the pair saw the doubt written across the ghost-pale woman's face, and she did not wish to cause her any anger or further suspicion with pleadings. In the end, though, she tossed them back, and Discordia's smile brightened and gave a little shimmy of -- joy? pleasure? delight?
It would seem she ought to have spent some time on explaining the effects, however ill-understood they were by Discordia -- Eris knew them well, after all. It takes time, the old woman said, holding her ground but unable to hold herself from flinching. Do you know many flowers that open petals before your eyes? There are some, I think, but not many, the muddied hybrid said, pointing at the earth and indicating the dried-bare ground. When spring comes, even the flowers must take long hours to greet the sun.
Sometimes, I do not know they are taking effect until I'm already all the way there, the muddied hybrid said. Discordia wanted to reach out and grasp the woman's shoulder, reassure her somehow, but Eris did not think this was a good idea, and held the urge. A more wolifsh instinct might do, however. Sing with me? When we close our mouths, you will start to see, the coyote offered. Her own joy made her want to howl it to the whole world. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 05-16-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 05-26-2012 [html]
There was an ethereal quality to the pale woman -- perhaps she was a ghost after all? Eris thought not, but Discordia wasn't quite sure. The puppetmaster reclined, certain now with a larger dose of the hallucinogens the alter-ego would control itself. That was, after all, where this farce of a mask drew her strength from. Eris could almost nap behind the scenes, falling into a half-daze as the mud-caked wolf tossed her muzzle back to the skies and began to howl. It was a low sound at first, quiet and slowly rising into the deep and resonating tone of the wolf -- even this was different from Eris's howl, which carried a twinge of the lilting coyote sound to it. Discordia was happy to sing to the stars, and as she did so she began to sway, body writhing and arms trembling as she did so. She felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole, the whole world seeming the swirl around her. The stars above had great silver trails, and the moon seemed to glow brighter than she'd ever seen it in life. #alaineErisLup { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #alaineErisLup p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #alaineErisLup p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; } #alaineErisLup .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #alaineErisLup .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #alaineErisLup b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #alaineErisLup u { text-decoration: underline; } #alaineErisLup b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #alaineErisLup b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #alaineErisLup b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 05-27-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 06-25-2012 [html]
Discordia was at her happiest with her voice carrying into the skies. The other joined in hesitantly, her voice low at first. The muddy-furred hybrid scaled the volume of her own howls back as her partner's grew in confidence and tone so the world might better hear her voice. Eris thought the noises the two of them made sounded rather like old ghosts howling in the wind, but the puppet at least clearly enjoyed herself with all this singing and swaying and yowling.
When the song was done, the substances were in full swing through Discordia's blood, and she watched as the once-colorless -- now colored, dancing with all the magic of rainbows and deep shadows and the palest white imaginable -- took a step forward. She reached out with her own hands, smiling broadly. She did not need to ask if the other woman saw the world as it was meant to be -- or truly was, as Discordia thought it. Her pupils told the tale loudly enough. Discordia wanted to dance with joy at the once-pale canine's discovery, but she held her place politely, awaiting the other canine's touch. She felt it, too -- real enough. Either this shade was a very powerful ghost, or it was no ghost at all, but reality and flesh and blood. #erisPoppz { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisPoppz p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #erisPoppz p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #erisPoppz .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #erisPoppz .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisPoppz b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #erisPoppz u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisPoppz b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisPoppz b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisPoppz b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Vesle Soul - 08-11-2012 [html] <style type="text/css"> #vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:arial, tahoma, sans-serif;} #vesle2 p, #vesle2 i {line-height:130%; font-family: arial, calibri, sans-serif; color:#1d1d1d;} </style>
- Eris Eternity - 08-13-2012 [html] (--) This table made awesome by Mel! S'all good brosephalususukiskius. ALSO I find it fun that this thread was started long enough ago that the first post claims SoSu. 8D
Though the urge to dance was enough to make her limbs twitch here and there and her eyes followed the movements of the rhythm she saw and felt more than heard, the hybrid remained still, smiling and laughing with the gray-hued woman even as she spoke tricking and treachery. Discordia nodded her addle-brained understanding and smiled broadly. I would rather be tricked than for you to be a ghost, she said. Her tail wagged placatingly, and she still smiled her happiness. There was still something different about the stranger, no matter what -- perhaps it was not ghostliness or realization of her lack thereof, and perhaps it was simply the chemicals, but Discordia thought, at least, that she felt it.
Can you see the... what is the word? Discordia said, frowning. Halo, a quiet and sinister voice supplied from somewhere in the rear of her mind. Discordia did not recognize this voice and it frightened her, but she knew the truth of the answer. Halo, she finished, waving her fingers around her head. The light and color around living things? Non-living things had them, too, but Discordia thought the halos and trails were brightest around living beings, evidence of the magic within their life-force. #erisMel { background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/apFCL.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; padding-top:209px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; width:500px; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #erisMel p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 15px; } #erisMel p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisMel p.sieImage + p:first-letter { font-size:65px; display:block; float:left; margin:5px; } #erisMel p.sieImage + p { text-indent:0; } #erisMel .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:11px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height:14px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #erisMel .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #erisMel b { letter-spacing:-.5px; } #erisMel u { text-decoration: underline; } #erisMel b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisMel b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #erisMel b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |