I swear she's going mad

[ Isaac ]

POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:23 pm

Mmm, came the thought as flavor exploded across the girl’s senses, tail curling tight against her back as Lyris pressed her muzzle deeper against the lightly cooked rabbit meat. Flickering flames threw her slender shadow against layers of trees, outlining slight curves and the thickness of a rough log she sat upon. Her stomach finally stopped writhing with the food to tie it over, brightening the Stryder’s normally dark gaze. It only took several moments for her to polish of the prey, and she now threw the bones into the fire, keeping one to gnaw on. A natural instinct was to keep her teeth sharp, and crossing her teeth with the bone would do just such a thing. Clicking of canines against marrow added to the crackling of the fire, even more so when she threw the rib into the flames to be consumed. Lyris ran her tongue fleetingly across her maw before she pulled her legs up to her side, precariously balancing with ease across the log.

The subordinate soon found that the position put unnecessary strain on the gashes in her thigh, so she decided to slide and lean her back against the log, where her toes were warmed by the fire. Lyris had come from New Dawn to get away from it again; she constantly found herself inside the borders, feeling almost trapped. She hadn’t moved for weeks now that she allowed her injuries to heal. Yet the scar tissue had formed where it would remain until her death, and her movements were no longer visibly hindered by her wounds. Lyris knew that she had a slight limp, though nobody would have suspected it. She could no longer run or hunt for as long as she liked without eventually feeling pain against her thigh. She knew she just needed time, but she couldn’t possibly stay stuck inside the borders for long. She needed to breathe fresh forest, one she hadn’t seen before. So here she was, alone again, and frankly quite happy to have her mind to herself. She was tired of talking to others. Pulling her arms against her knees, the white fae tipped her head and subconsciously followed the movements of the fire, tail pulling tight against her back.

((374)) Set in Arisiag Shoal, around twilight.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:43 pm

OOC: Jazzy gonna give up on tables, they take her brain too long to lay out :P Is Lyris in optime?

The days were going well for Isaac. He'd given out a few performances already. Sure, they came without a price, but that wasn't part of the fun. Isaac tipped his ears into the wind to pick up on noise. Not that there would be any in the dead of night. He tugged back onto the cart behind him, wooden wheels groaning with distaste. The wolfdog moved without any speed, today he would head north, and then back down south. Hopping from side to side would hopefully introduce Isaac to the roads. A gypsy would know every knot and every bump of the land. Isaac hoped to prove his heritage here, by basically pacing over a very large area. It was fun though, it kept the Italian fit, and gave him opportunities to meet all sort of different people.

The wolfdog yawned audibly. Secrecy was out of the window, especially when pulling along a crying cart. His crystal eyes squinted in a new found light. The orange flickers came from the distant trees. A fire, hopefully a controlled one. Isaac wasn't sure he had the energy to deal with fighting a forest fire. Sniffing, Issac pulled the cart heavily, feet pushing off any lump of dirt they could find. The fire got closer, it's smoke traveling with it. Isaac shivered to the wondrous smell of burning wood. It almost reminded him of nights at the gypsy camps. The dancing and music, the food and celebrations. Isaac smiled, it seemed to be all his family really did. Perform and than celebrate the night away, drinking away any foul memories. Whilst Isaac didn't really drink, the crusty and thick smell of firewood smoke always brought him memories of the good times.

Hopefully this new land would offer him more. Isaac crawled, minute by minute up to the warming light. Perhaps to meet a new face, or even to share the fire for the night. The Italian had learnt now that numbers were always better, especially when the night beckoned all sort of evil spirits. Stepping into view, with enough noise coming from his cart to warn the fire's owner far in advance, Isaac looked down and smiled immediately to the she-wolf. Isaac set out in his usual fashion of guessing the woman's personality. Her legs was deeply scarred, fresh enough to still hurt. Her fur smelt of a pack, but yet she was out here in the dangerous neutral lands, perhaps to get away from the pack. The Italian didn't dwell long on reading her, instead he nodded with respect, staying a good enough distance away.

"Buona sera signorina, mi perdoni per l'intrusione. Good night miss, forgive me for being here." Isaac said, his Italian matched to his best English translation.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:11 pm

It wasn’t uncommon for the girl to find herself reliving the moments of her scarring, be it the recent or the ancient. Now she could remember in exact detail the size of the creature that had killed her family and many of her pack mates. She swore they were the same bear. They had to be. Or was it just because she had been smaller back then? The bear had seemed bigger? The one that New Dawn had killed had been unnaturally large, massive, even. It was a feat for them to bring it down, though barely a canine had gone without injury. She’d considered not even going; why risk herself to succumb to fear, why risk herself to possibly be killed? Because she couldn’t live with not knowing what happened, not knowing how she could have reacted. She’d managed to stay strong. She hadn’t let the memories drowned her, and Lyris had ended the beast that ravaged her past.

Even with her deep thoughts, she was alert. The sound of groaning wooden wheels was one that was hard to miss, though it had gotten fairly closer than she usually would have let such a sound go unnoticed. The pale Alaskan set her hands against the cold leaf-litter, turning her body to the sound so that one knee lay forward, her ears tall, dark gaze scanning the trees. It wasn’t long until a curious shadow formed into something more; a man carrying a cart. When he spoke it was in a tongue she didn’t comprehend. Her mind quickly started to try and fit the series of words into something familiar; a few of the utterances were similar to ones that she knew, but she needn’t try and puzzle it out, for he translated for her in an accented English.

Lyris tipped her head and stood from her kneel to her feet, firelight dancing against the dark curves of the tattoo inscribed in her leg. “Why are you here?” She questioned; not in a particularly rude way, more in a just-get-to-the-point attitude. Lyris had never been one for formalities, at least to those that didn’t require submission or dominance. She’d never been very sociable, either, which is exactly why she was sitting alone next to her fire. She figured the light or smell of food must have drawn him; either was an inevitable factor. She assumed it would be especially aggressive to deny him safety near the fire, even were it a little while. Yet she hadn’t received such an inquiry, so she stood, curious.

((425)) Yes, she's in Optime. c|

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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:30 pm

Isaac could only assume the she-wolf would be at least somewhat protective over her space. It was, after all, her right. Isaac would move on if her words, or even body language demanded it. But he wanted to expose himself to whatever situation he could, the more speaking, the better his English would become. The she-wolf retraced his tip of the head, and stood up. Isaac looked her up and down, she was slightly hunched, but her ears remained forwards and eyes were focused. If anything, she was curious. Isaac smiled, not wasting time to answer her question. "Ah, I saw il fuoco, the fire." He stated, pointing to the flames that spat their tongues into the air, only to disappear back into the orange heart of the fire.

"Also, I err- need to talk more," Isaac said, scratching his head as he tried to get his English out right, "talk più inglese, more English." The Italian tried to stop his tracing from language, it was more respectful to the local speech, and no doubt easier to follow for the she-wolf. Isaac move to the side of his cart, giving his hands something to do by feeling around the wheels, as if there was a problem that caused them to squeak other than age. "My English, is not good, but I come here per imparare, to learn. Also, to perform, magia." Isaac didn't know the English word for magic, or that it sounded so similar to the Italian word he knew.

The wolfdog sighed, glancing to check his new acquaintances body language before reaching for his jacket. The image of the warm fire close by made Isaac's skin realize how cold it was everywhere else. He swiftly swung the jacket around, pulling it tight around his chest once it was on.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:43 pm

Lyris saw him struggle to speak, and figured English was not the man’s primary language. It was more clarified further when he reasoned that he wanted to learn more English. She wondered where the stranger had come from, been born; she’d heard others speak in different tongues, but his was different from what she’d encountered. Her mind was a little bit slower to comprehend as he continued to switch off between his native speech and her’s. Ears twitching, the girl finally managed to understand the gist of his persona and why he stood before her. Lyris moved from her slightly forward-leaned position to a more upright one; at least, as upright as she could be. Verto Luperci genes prevented her from ever standing as tall or straight as many Optime could; she still bore a feral poise.

The Subordinate’s eyes flicked from him to the fire, and she tipped her head again as he reached for a jacket. She slowly pieced together what she should do and wanted to do next, but she was trying to improve her social etiquette, however how lightly, and she gestured a hand to the flames. “You can stay by the fire, if you want.” Not sure if he would fully understand, she made sure to make her offer clear in her position. Once the man had moved to the heat, as he undoubtedly would, Lyris tried to piece together the last word uttered. Magia. It was clearly in his tongue, but it sounded similar. It took a moment, but the letters finally formed in her mind. The archer sat on the edge of the log, watching him carefully. “You mean magic?” She tried, wondering if he knew the English translation as well, and if she’d gotten it right. She knew the word, but not its meaning. In fact, she’d completely forgotten where she’d heard it. “What is it?” Lyris leaned ever so slightly forward, mostly because it was easier on her injured thigh, as well as to turned the scarred side of her face toward the fire. She was always colder on that side, as it was where her heat escaped through the exposed flesh, where fur was absent. She still watched the man with a solid and calculating gaze, eyeing his cart and clothing to find a hint where he may have come from. None of it was familiar.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 18, 2014 3:37 pm

Eeeeee, magic time :D
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The foreign word sounded familiar, "Magic? Yes, Magic!" Isaac said triumphantly. He smiled with glee, as he did when learning a new word, especially one so close to him. Then she asked him what it was. As a trained performer, Isaac hid the disappointment on his face easily, changing it to a smile and a glance to his cart. The Italian licked his lip and hummed. He knew how to explain it- in Italian. But this lands speak was harder to get across. "It is... special, like-" Isaac paused to lift his hands into the air waving them in a 'magical' way, as if that would explain the word better. The wolfdog chuckled at his own useless explaination. He scratched his head, "It not as same as naturale."

Isaac popped his lips before strutting to the side of his cart and shuffled around the contents. He wanted something simple to show to Lyris. He smiled to himself secretly, before bring out empty hands. He wondered closer to the white wolfess, smiling in a friendly manor. "Umm, here, I show you Magic." Isaac announced, kneeling down by the woman's seat. Isaac opened out his hands, showing Lyris the palms, turning them over to show that they were empty. He then moved the hands around, almost dancing through the air, or attempting to waft away an invisible fly. He continued this for a few moments, before finally clasping his hands together. He shook them, churning them around. To add to the performance, Isaac leaned down and planted a kiss over his clasped hand. The finally, a glint in his eyes from doing what he loved, Isaac opened out his hands to reveal a bright pink flower. He giggled to himself, looking down at the little flower that had 'appeared' in his hands, in the light of the fire, the flower danced back and forth from orange to pink.


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POSTED: Fri Mar 21, 2014 4:34 pm

Silently, the girl nodded with a spark of winnings in her dark gaze. She had guessed the word right. It wasn’t so hard for her to figure out what the foreign man was trying to tell her. She’d grown up reading people, and through body movements she got enough alone. But the man’s attempt to explain magic was completely lost on her. As he waved his hands elegantly in the air, the skin around her nose scrunched and she tipped her head. Naturale. That was familiar too. “Not… natural?” What on earth could be not natural? Everything that happened was natural, as nature had to allow the possible to be possible and the impossible to be impossible.

Clearly he was struggling with his message. The Subordinate watched carefully as he returned to his odd cart, shuffling and scraping sounds twitching her ears as he searched for whatever it was he was trying to find. Hopefully it wasn’t a weapon. She couldn’t imagine somebody who would kill another over a fire, but he did seem a little bit off his rocker. Even more so when he returned and after showing her empty palms, began an elaborate demonstration of the flailing of the arms. She considered interrupting him to ask if he was alright, that was, until he revealed a flower to her. Okay, definitely not natural. Immediately her posture changed, and she grabbed his wrist, lifting his arm to see if he was hiding something. She dropped his hand, pinching the flower to bring it to her face. It was real, surely. “What…” He was playing some sort of trick. Lyris didn’t like to be tricked. The girl gave him a sharp shove in the chest, lips pulling back angrily.

“Where did you get that? Where did it come from?” She demanded, falling to all fours despite her bipedal figure. She crouched, ears back. Her display of dominance and anger was to simply cover up her lack of understanding and confusion, as well as fear. If he could pull a flower out of the air, what was stopping him from drawing a knife?

((358)) She hates being confused lol. She'll calm down in next post. c|

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POSTED: Mon Mar 24, 2014 5:43 pm

OOC: Isaac tryin' to be calm :P

Isaac wasn't used to being man-handled. Or, in this case, woman-handled. The Italian couldn't help but flinch when Lyris went for his wrist, but it only took a split second for the magician to adjust and reason with his mind about what was happening. Clearly this was over reaction. His snow-white pelted friend, as most Isaac met, wasn't used to magic. She also didn't really know Isaac, he was a odd stranger, who came along to make a flower appear out of his hands. Not the best first impression, but to Isaac, there was no other introduction on his half.

Isaac allowed his arm to relax, to let Lyris test it like a doll. The flower was snatched, and Isaac withheld a giggle. He enjoyed performing to entertain others. But when people freaked out, questioned his sanity, his power or their trust in the world- it all pleased Isaac. After all he was a magician. If people didn't believe his tricks were indeed supernatural then his job would be a failure. The push was less welcome, but Isaac accepted it with a few good stumbles back. His ears turned back, tail low and submissive. Isaac, being the passive soul he was, backed off towards his cart, hands held where Lyris could see them.

"Calm, please Signora, it is no danger." Isaac said calmly. His lowered his hands slowly, the movement he knew would entice a feeling of relaxation. Isaac couldn't control minds, but part of what his father taught him was how to manipulate emotions, to create certain atmospheres that formed emotions. Calming atmospheres were the only kind Isaac really tried to create, he didn't need or want any others. Isaac couldn't force a person to be calm, but he could offer it to them through body language and speech.

"Calm," Isaac repeated in a gentle, if slightly firm tone, "I did not have meant to upset you."

The Italian smiled, like usual with his audiences, Lyris asked how he did it. Isaac shook his head slowly, "It is magic," He replied with a smile, "but I promise, it no danger to you."

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POSTED: Fri Apr 04, 2014 6:01 pm

Her strategy in the moment of conflict was always to remain out of reach; any finger or claw lay upon her doing so for only miniscule moments before she melted from grip like water. Her body was slim and insignificant; she was built for speed, and not for combat. Had Isaac drawn a knife in such close proximity without any warning, as he did the flower, she would have quickly been pinned and therefore, a goner. She’d survived so much and she definitely wasn’t about to be ended by some stranger with little sanity over flames, or whatever his motive may be. Her poise instantly twisted from intrigued to defensive, curved sharply as any knife, scars along her face rippling frighteningly as she flashed sharp and deadly daggers of teeth. The flower was crushed and ripped beneath the sharp claws of her feet, sickly sweet perfume briefly rising from the petals to flare her nostrils. When the man smiled, or, rather, giggled- her conclusion that he was crazy was solidified, and she deemed him unpredictable. His attempts to calm her did not work, at first, as the gentle lowering of his hands caused her tail to lash angrily and for her to take a threatening step forward, snarling in the direction of his delighted face.

When he spoke, her aggressive aura dissipated, though only to the point where she was no longer on the verge of attacking him then and there. The words were formed to suggest some form of sensibility, and he realized his mistake. Or he’s pretending. The Subordinate glanced to the crushed flower, ears flicking angrily as she turned her sharp gaze back to the Italian. “You are playing tricks.” No, she wasn’t the one going mad, she couldn’t be. Lyris didn’t believe in bullcrap like spirits, the supernatural, and certainly not this new concept- magic. Her calculating and level mind instantly flittered to a solution. He was simply a skilled illusionist; there had to be an explanation to how the flower spontaneously appeared. “Why do you play tricks?” The last word was spit poisonously, but her carved and taut pose was growing more relaxed, once there was ample distance between them- at least enough for a dodge, if the need arose. The Stryder still did not sit, she stood rigid, but the question had been genuine. There had been no ultimate purpose or goal for him performing to her, so why do such?

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POSTED: Sat Apr 05, 2014 4:40 pm

Out of character here.
Isaac La-grande
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Isaac could see things were getting worse. The water was overflowing now, and Isaac had to put a stop it. The wolf dog breathed into the cold air, his nose curling to smell the sweet fire burning, just far enough away to not warm his skin. Isaac shivered, and leaned down to the ground, until his rump was down, and his legs were able to tuck together. Comfortably sitting down, to show his harmlessness even more, Isaac watched as Lyris began to calm slightly. Ears turned down, Isaac smiled gently, giving time for Lyris mental wounds to hear. Isaac was sort of disappointed with the reaction, but he couldn't blame the shewolf for the product. In fact Isaac had received worse reactions, some including stones beginning thrown, and a caravan set alight with blasphemy yelled.

Looking down at his crushed flower, Isaac winced. he had more flowers, but it was losing a prop, which brought the foul taste to Isaac's mouth. He sucked on his tongue, leaning back against his cart, crystal eyes looking to Lyris as she calmed a bit, asking him why he did magic. "It is skill, like using the bow or sword," Isaac answered, smiling in the orange, dim light, "the magic is to bring happy feelings, it is no bad, never could I hurt with it." Isaac looked back to his cart, chuckling as he gestured it to Lyris, "I don't even have weapon, though I am traveler."

The wolfdog sighed, reaching up into his cart to grab a couple of round sacks, full of sand. Isaac tossed them into the air, juggling the sacks fluently, without effort. He didn't really have anything to say, perhaps he would stay for a short while, and if his friend didn't calm down, Isaac would simply move on. He wasn't exactly tired anyway, and could survive traveling through the night if it had to be for Isaac. Juggling happily, with a few glances to Lyris, he waited to let her decide.


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