Guardian Angel on my Shoulder

Pixie Frost · 10-30-2010, 12:23 AM

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Not sure whether to put this as mature or not. I'm assuming the method he's using isn't particularly bloody or anything like that?

Pixie couldn’t thank whatever heavenly being was watching over her enough for the existence of scent markers. Otherwise, she and Magic would be wandering through the eerie Ethereal Eclipse forest, with no idea where Skye’s pack could possibly be. It had taken the whole morning for her to come this far, and when she finally sniffed the border and halted her steed, she considered jumping off of him and kissing the ground. But she contained herself and instead quietly dismounted, slowly leading her stallion further on to the territory.

It hadn’t been that long ago when she agreed to teach Skye how to play guitar, but that wasn’t the only reason why she was visiting this new pack. The cream-furred wolfess had explained that the pack she and her friend were starting was for artists of all kinds—musicians, writers, painters, crafters…and among them, Pixie knew, a tattoo artist wouldn’t be a surprise. Yes, the pack was new, and there probably weren’t that many members, but she figured she might as well try her luck and see if she could find someone that could print the design she had drawn on a piece of paper onto her body, hopefully not in as much of a painful way as her previous tattoo.

Even if there were no tattoo artists among the ranks just yet, the blue-gray wolfess figured she and Skye could start their exchange of talents early, and Pixie could meet a few fellow artists as well. Skye had mentioned a flute player the last time they had spoken; Pixie wasn’t entirely sure what that was, but was interested in it all the same.

Ouija D'Angelo · 11-12-2010, 09:58 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Noelle; No, it's not bloody. The wound is cauterized as soon as it is made so no blood could leak out; 325 words

Ouija was just aimlessly wandering. It wasn't like in the cult where there were actually things for him to do. No, he didn't have that luxury. He didn't have a real job here. Instead he was just free to continue to do his own thing the whole time. He was uncertain of just how he felt about this. But what was it that he could do? The structure wasn't there like it was in the cult. He was used to a tribunal, each leader with its own set of lessons. But that didn't happen here. It seemed that everyone was busy doing their own little thing. No one bothered to gather together. Pack life was well... boring. He could have done the same things he did here all on his own. It made him miss his life.

He was walking through the trees when he had stumbled upon another. The female wasn't one that he had seen gathered at the previous meeting. But who said that she didn't belong here? More new faces could have come since that time. It wasn't as if he spent all of his time within the pack's lands anyways. What was the point of lingering? A meeting had been called and only the leaders, plus himself, had bothered to show. And on the first day there had been a deserter as well. But he had pledged loyalty and so he was going to stay until the end just as he had with the cult he was born in.

"You staying here too or are just visiting?" He questioned the other as he approached. He figured that he should figure out whether she belonged or not before seeing if she needed any help. After all he needed to know in which aspect she needed some help. If she was looking for someone in particular or if she was just doing as she was and simply wandering about and exploring the area.

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Pixie Frost · 11-14-2010, 04:14 PM

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Here’s the design: http://www.tejamovies.com/wp-content/uploa...2.jpg

She stopped walking when heard footsteps near her and saw a tall wolf approach her. His fur was dyed all sorts of colors with symbols here and there. Either he was some sort of tribal warrior, or a crazy artist—hopefully the latter. His question seemed to imply that he was a member of Cercatori D’Arte, but Pixie couldn’t be sure.

“I’m Pixie Frost,” she said, craning her neck to look at the man eye-to-eye. “I’m friends with Skye Collins, one of the leaders here. I was hoping to visit her and perhaps meet other members of her pack.” She showed no fear of the male that was nearly three feet taller than her; he didn’t seem aggressive in the slightest, merely as curious to know who she was as she was curious to know who he was. Being short for a Luperci her whole life, she was used to nearly everyone around her towering over her. Mainly, she was too focused on finding Skye or a tattoo artist to even think about how tall this stranger was.

Turning around slightly, she reached into her satchel tied around Magic’s neck and pulled out a scrap of folded paper. The blue-gray fae unfolded it and showed the design she had drawn on it. “I’m also looking for a tattoo artist who can give me this design. Do you know if there are any in the pack?”

Ouija D'Angelo · 11-27-2010, 06:11 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Noelle; 528 words

Ouija would say that he was friendly enough. He wouldn't exactly say he was evil or anything. He had his moments where he gave into temptation though. And well, there were those who would say he came on too strong. But that was only because he was used to free love. He was used to where all he had to do was make interest known and he could do whatever he wanted. He had yet to get used to it not being the same way here. The packs in this area weren't as close as the cult he had been in was, or so he was coming to find out. With members of the cult he state what each and every one liked. He also knew which lessons they excelled at and which they faltered on. He couldn't say the same about the members of the pack that he was now in. He only knew names and the faces to them but that was about it. And well, it was only the founding members that he knew of.

He nodded his head as she stated why she was in the area. "I'm not certain where Skye is at the moment but we could look for her if you desire. I'm Ouija and I stay here as well." He couldn't meet the first requirement of hers but he was a wizard of the pack. That was as close as he could come. Though he had offered to aide in her search for Skye should she really want that. It wasn't as if he was doing anything of importance at the moment. And well, he didn't have anything planned for the day. He had the time to waste really.

He reached to try and take the paper from her that she held out so that he could get a closer look at the design. "I have done the ones that I have." Of course his runes weren't all that large but getting them in exactly the right shape had proved difficult enough. After all if they had been done wrong then they wouldn't work at all. He had ones for protection as well as advanced knowledge, both being things he wouldn't want to fail or backfire. Especially since one of the protection sets protected with thorns, he wouldn't want the mental thorns pricking him rather than damaging those that tried to harm him. He didn't want destructive protection turned against him so he had to take special care when creating and placing them.

He looked away from the paper. "I could do it. Have you decided on where you wish it to be placed?" The design was mostly a series of connected lines so it really shouldn't end up being too bad. "Does this have some special meaning to you?" He couldn't help being curious. After all he had placed his for what they represented. With his runes, as well as his gris-gris, he had protection with him wherever he went. Of course these were things he learned from his lessons and training in the cult. But everyone had their own beliefs so he shouldn't be faulted for his own.

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Pixie Frost · 11-27-2010, 07:19 PM

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Pixie shook her head. “That’s not necessary. We didn’t plan on meeting again until next month. I mostly came to get acquainted with the area and with the other members of the pack. But I appreciate the offer, Ouija.” Maybe she would go looking for Skye later, but it wasn’t her number one priority. Not on this visit, anyways. In a week or two, she would return to give Skye guitar lessons and learn a bit of reading and writing, but if they were going to meet every month for who knows when, Pixie felt it would be best if she knew more about the territory and its inhabitants. For all she knew, there could be old hunter traps laying around in the leaf debris, or a blood-thirsty bear living in the woods. Both were unlikely, but Pixie knew that crazy things tended to happen around artists. She had herself as evidence of that.

So he was a tattoo artist himself. How convenient. As she handed him the paper, she noticed that there were a few designs etched into his skin. It seemed like he had experience with the art, and hopefully he had had practice tattooing others beside himself. Even if he didn’t, something about Ouija’s calm, somewhat business-like behavior reassured Pixie that he was up for the job.

“I was thinking it could be on my back,” she explained. “Between my shoulder blades.” She was certain about the location of her tattoo, but his next question made her think a little. “It sort of does. I came across the design when I was traveling through an old human town. It reminded me of a bird flying with its wings spread. Mostly I wanted to have it tattooed because it looked cool.” She wished she had a better reason for the design; she had a feeling the symbols on Ouija’s body had some sort of meaning besides looking cool.

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