Destination unknown

Erzulie Guffawri · 12-15-2011, 02:28 AM

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Legba had been around less and less lately, and it worried Erzulie. The man of the cross roads had been there for her since the first time she had met him when she was only a few months old. The lwa had quickly become her closest friend, and had taught her so many lessons dire to survival. As she grew she learned of a power within all things that most of her pack family weren't even aware of. As she was slowly ushered into adulthood she began to understand this more and more. Some people were starting to treat her like she was crazy. Now that she still swore that the “fantasies” and “day dreams” she talked about as a pup were real they were starting to look at her cross eyed. Why? Why couldn't they understand?

Well for one she was the only one special enough to be friends with Legba. As a puppy she tried to get others to see him, but he would never let himself be seen. They wouldn't open their minds, they weren't ready. She knew she wasn't supposed to pity them for it, and with Legba's guidance she forgave them. He was with her, had chosen her, so they could be guided by her. It would all be okay.

Only, the little dolls she had learned to sew hadn't fallen within the pack's favor. Most didn't understand what they were for. “There's power in all things,” she said to herself, dejectedly. Her mother and father's love was no longer enough to satisfy her, and without Legba here for her she felt a supreme loneliness.

Erzulie sighed. Was there something wrong with her? Ever since she found her Optime form there were new things popping up all the time that she wasn't happy with. For one why was her belly so big when she watched everyone else with their slender bodies. Even her friends, the Moonsong girls, had shifted into beautiful women. She wondered if she was fat as a pup but everyone was just too nice to tell her. She found herself wishing for someone mean so perhaps she could have know she was going to be a fat girl.

Zulie stood up and stepped down off of her mother's porch. The drape she wore usually covered much of her body, but today she held it back and looked down at her belly. Usually she liked it, today she didn't. She didn't like anything when Legba wasn't around.

Sighing, she dropped the shawl and let it cover her again. Legba, where have you gone? What did I to offend you? She wanted to say the words out loud but she didn't. Begging the lwa to return to her would only delay the process. She signed and started walking down the street, destination unknown.

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Juliet Moonsong · 12-15-2011, 11:10 PM

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The fear she felt from the watching the scenes of her father attacking Liam, and seeing Sky holding the lifeless and bloodied remains of her daughter. It had haunted her fror a few days, killing her as she had to relive it to tell his girlfriend. But it all seemed to fade away, melting like the snow under her hot breath. Her indigo eyes stared at the pale colored flowers in her room, they were placed in water as soon as her mother handed them to her though the pink dyed wolf did not seem to happy about who gave them to her.

Her mother got to see her true excitement, the pure happiness that made her show emotions more than she had ever shown anyone. Even the small hug she gave Lorenzo when he made the slingshot work was nothing but a small potion of excitement nothing more but this. This was almost like ecstasy, her body shivered with happiness and she smiled only to run upstairs and put them in a vase she had made a month ago.

Now the girl simple stared at her dying flowers, happy that Lorenzo had found them. He truly was a very nice man, a wonderful friend. He gave her flowers! Slowly she took one of the smaller flowers and placed its wet stem behind her ear. She did not car of he cold, she was simply happy that the pale yellow flowers was hers and alive.

With a shrug she left her room nd took a coat that hung in the living room, not sure where her black cloak was but this soft gray one would do. Sure she was a tundra but she liked the feel of this smaller cloak as she hung it on her shoulders. Leaving the house she wandered on the cold white ground, traveling aimlessly like she did a lot lately. Only to find herself in the market place. Her tail swayed as she walked up to someone she recognized very well, tapping her on the shoulder and standing stationary for her childhood friend to turn around. Zulie, I like your hair. Its rather bouncy when you walk." She stated emotionlessly though she showed her eyes with affection towards the slightly rounded girl.

Erzulie Guffawri · 12-16-2011, 02:55 AM

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She was so distracted she noticed not hide nor hair of any of her pack mates until one up and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn't jump though, not known to be a very edgy girl. She walked with the lwa and they would always watch over her so long as she didn't anger them. At least, she hoped she hadn't angered Legba? Answering the gesture she turned to see the short form of her pup hood friend. What a coincidence that the Moonsong girl would be here when she had just been thinking about her. Despite the vein of her thoughts she smiled. There was no jealousy or resentment in her eyes for the pretty girl, just because she had what Erzulie hadn't been born with. In fact, Zulie wasn't typically a self conscious girl anyway. The thought had been more of a wayward musing.

“Hi Juliet,” she greeted, her tail swishing beneath the drape and making a soft rubbing sound. She was used to the strange way that Juliet's words and expressions never seemed to match up just right. “Oh? Thank ya.” She said as she reached up and patted her hair, feeling where the bandana met the dark strands to try to keep her curls at bay.

“It would be nice if they were like yours though,” she reached out to touch Juliet's red locks. “They're so bright.”

“I was just thinking about you.” She knew her friend had some sort of connection to the murderer. They had been friends? Of course, Erzulie had know Liam, too, but not as closely as Juliet had. Since Legba had been scarce lately she hadn't been able to seek his council in regards to the murder, or how to help anyone who was afftected by it. She wanted to ask but she wasn't sure how to approach it, so she decided on a very ambiguous; “How are ya doin' right now?”

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Juliet Moonsong · 12-16-2011, 03:35 AM

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Her tail swayed very lightly almost unnoticeable if you weren't looking at it, but its still wagged when her friend turned around. Her hair bouncing as she did so, for some reason she was rather fascinated by the way her friend's hair moved. So bouncy, and full of life. As she said her name she heard a strange rubbing sound, her head tilted lightly only to find it was from her friend's wagging tail. As Erzulie thanks her she found herself nodding as if to say your welcome without having to speak, she wasn't lying she had no reason to. In her eyes lies were the stupidest thing you could do, unless it was going to harm someone's happiness.

Her thoughts dissipated as she watched her friend reached for her hair and complemented her red curls. She felt the heat go to her cheeks as she felt almost embarrassed by the kind words her friend gave her. Her fingers came to her hair without her even thinking about it, touching the bright red locks out of habit. "They aren't as pretty as Titania's." She stated, almost sighing though her voice did not stray from its usual emotionless tone. In her eyes it was true, she was the dull sister compared to Titania.

Her friend's next words surprised her though she did not show it, thinking about her. What for, she was not really that careless so what was there to think about? Then she asked how she was doing and her feelings came back about the murder. Her fear returned, and she looked at her friend tryign to hide theses feelings. "I was scared, how could he.. He is so stupid." She stated looking away from Erzulie, unsure if her emotions were on her face or not. Feeling afraid was not her favorite emotion and she did not like conveying it to others.

Erzulie Guffawri · 12-29-2011, 01:37 PM

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She nodded gravely, thinking about the deplorable events that had unfolded just nights ago. It was unfortunate for Juliet, for she had been friends with the murderer. Now she had lost that friend and discovered that their whole relationship was a lie. “It was despicable,” she agreed. “I don’t understand why Legba would let a thing like that happen.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head, knowing only that the lwa were a mysterious type.

Then it hit her. Her sunburst eyes flew open and she grabbed Juliet’s shoulders in excitement. “Juliet! That’s it!” she yipped happily, her tail lashing. “That’s why Papa Legba hasn’t been around! Maybe he didn’t mean for it ta happen. Maybe it was a mistake-oh!” She silenced herself, throwing her hands over her muzzle and glancing around as if a sudden ethereal wrath would rain down upon her. When nothing happened, she leaned in close to Juliet and whispered.

“Maybe a demon got into him. It’s Legba’s duty to choose which spirits can walk tha earth, and which have to move on. If it was just an evil that got into Liam then maybe Legba is hidin’ out because he feels bad about it. I mean, can even lwa watch everything all the time?“ She glanced around again for eyes and ears that were not there. “Ya know what we’ve got ta do? We’ve gotta bring Legba back ta Cercatori d’Arte. It’ll stay a dark place without him.”

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Juliet Moonsong · 01-02-2012, 07:27 PM

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Her mind filled with visions, one being a memory she still did not understand. A little boy, no a pup. A little boy that was nothing more than small and helpless, someone who was not even as big as young the little back girl that was torn to shreds. Who was he? Her mind seemed to always whisper to her that that boy was her brother but she did not understand. More images danced in her head but all of them were of Liam, the murderer. The stupid boy that killed his sister.

Shaking her head visibly she tried to shake the images away, though her friend’s voice helped with that. Her eyes fluttered to her friend, showing a form of mixed emotions. From fear to confusion, she wasn’t too sure of her friend’s words. Legba, who was this person? For a second she stood there confused by this person, but something clicked in her head. She heard that name before, Erzulie used to talk about him when they were kids. He was someone of the spirits, and she believed the gypsy girl. Hell if she could believe in fairies why would she stop there?

Juliet was then shook, her ears pressed against her hair in surprise. Listening to her friend’s words she could almost see a truth in them though she was talking so fast. The girl only heard a few key words but understood that Erzulie was talking about a demon spirit or maybe just a demon. Could that really have happened? That would explain Liam’s sudden urge to kill his sister, he was not always like that. Sure he had a lightning temper but he never hurt her, a demon made him do it.

”How do we bring Legba back, will he really help fix everything back up?” She asked without emotion, though her eyes sparkling with curiosity and wonder. If Legba would fix things she would gladly bring him back, make this darkness fade and make the monsters go away. She want Liam to go back to not being possessed, he needed to not be the monster anymore.

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