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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 6, 2008 1:03:41 GMT -5
It had been a long journy... he had a package that he had to deliver quickly, he had less than a week to get it from one side of the realm to the other. Which was the problem. He had already flewn three days strait, and was tiring quickly, not only that a nasty storm brewed as he flew over a particular part of the Gulfam Swamp. He got scared and fast. Not only was this not a friendly place, but lightning was arking here and there. When one happend to strike nearby his wing he quickly plummited near a house that he didn't even realize was there... It was a drab building, well more of a hut tucked back in a thick part of tall swamp grass and small wickied looking tress. There was smoke billowing out of the smoke stack, so someone had to be home. He pulled his package close to himself as he rapped on the door, which looked like a pice of driftwood that didn't seem to fit quite right. He hoped that who ever lived inside was a nice person... he was compleatly lost, cold, and late for his delivery as it was. He thought that he was making good time, yet here he was, asking directions. " 'Ello? Any one in?" he asked as he rapped on the door once more, secretly wishing that someone nice would open the door, like a good bagger os something. His mind wondred as he thought about other things that could answer the door. |
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Post by Vyn on Sept 6, 2008 9:01:51 GMT -5
Meecha loved evenings like this. The crack of thunder, the humid smell of rain. It was refreshing. Not to mention it brought the bugs and the crawdads out and those usually made for a good deal of decent catching come morning. So, with that pleasant thought looming in her mind's eye, Meecha was inside brewing up dinner in an uncharacteristically pleasant fashion. That is, until a knock sounded at the door and disrupted the hag from her work. Meecha flinched, nearly dropping her spoon into the stew, and spun about abruptly, being struck with a wave of intense paranoia. Who could possibly be at her door at this hour, in this weather? ...The only visitors she ever got were the ones she brought home. "Lao..." She hissed, beckoning the tove to her side, Meecha made her way to the door and ripped it open, just barely keeping it from swinging off it's hinges. "Who be you an' what be you wantin' from me at dis 'our!?"An Outsider?! How on in the name of the suits did he even survive this long without being mauled by another Golfram? Meecha cast her eyes about, looking for another hunter. No, he wasn't running from someone. Her gaze brushed his suit and then moved down to examine his lovely array of feathers. She could make good use of those and....Mmm, heron. Perhaps he flew in, then? Lao hung lightly in the air beside Meecha, peering balefully down at the 6 of Clubs with it's long, puss-dripping tongue lolling from it's mouth. |
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 6, 2008 9:45:54 GMT -5
((OOC: Lol, she talks like Sabe does when get gets drunk!))
The creature frightend him almost as much as the hag did. She had a human fourm and that spoke of power. She didn't look one bit like a good person to him, yet he couldn't just leave without saying something, and even than it would be a insult. He tucked the wrapped package under a wing before looking down just a bit, she was ofcourse a higher suit than he was, and that also spoke of power. His mind started to wonder what this woman was trully capable of.
"I be Sabe, and I be lost." he said a bit fearful, she was looking at his body, did she entend to eat him? Or was she eyeing his pakage... he hoped that she was ooking at his body not that... it was more important to him than his being... well that was if he could survive this encounter.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 6, 2008 15:32:53 GMT -5
(lol! You're right, aren't you? I didn't notice that. Meecha's speech, however, comes from poor education and not drunkenness. In fact, I don't even know whether or not she'd be one to drink. Drunken Meecha would be scary. XD)
Meecha's gaze lifted to meet Sabe's own and her eyes tightened into narrow slits. Lost? She leaned forward, looking beyond him into the swamp for a great deal longer than was probably necessary to access where they were or, again, if anyone was with him. Finally she leaned back and sneered once more.
Club.
"You be in my yard, of course." She said quite smugly and looked back inside where her stew was slowly bubbling. Swamp rats! She couldn't just sit here and wait for him to go away. "I will perhaps show you your way...but only for a fee..."
These words prompted a wide grin to twist her features, putting yellowed teeth on display as she studied those long feathers once again. She couldn't imagine he'd miss them...
"Make eet worth my while and I'll let you stay for dinner."
Lao seemed to react to his master's delightful, wriggling briefly and making a pleasant little chirping sound before moving to land lightly on Meecha's shoulder.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 6, 2008 16:05:44 GMT -5
((This Is a Fun Thread!!! XD))
He backed up just a bit, DID she mean to eat me!!!, a fleeting thought ran throgh his mind, she had kept eyeballing him and when she looked at the large pot, he knew at that moment what she was really up too. He quickly gotten scared. He was about ready to fly when her stare stoped him. If he attempted to fly away she might just do something to knock him out of the air... who knows she could have made this storm... ... ...
His eyes got really big than, he started to think about if this was a trap, and what if it wasn't... he had prayed for a good swamp person, instead he got a evil haron eating witch, with her familar in tow... He knew he was doomed.
He spoke up hesitantly with fear tracing each letter, "Ye... be.... I... I-I don't have dat much meat on my bones... I won't make for a good... s...s...soup" he said as his brief life passed before his eyes... he than had a thought, "How... bout some coin? I h-have a few... Would that spare my life?" he praticaly begged.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 7, 2008 7:35:54 GMT -5
Meecha's expression went absolutely blank upon noting the other male's sudden insecurity, the increase in his fear. As he began to ramble excuses of his inedibility, Meecha merely tilted her head and furrowed her brows.
Not enough meet on his bones? Nonsense. Slowly the hag shook her head, arching a brow. "Nonsense." She repeated her internal thoughts out loud, her tone seeming to display an incredulity toward his accusation of being made into soup. "You would make a perfect stew. Lean meats stew up just fine."
She had stewed up stringier swamp rats before, after all.
The offer of coin was just as perplexing. This heron was an idiot, she thought. He didn't know anything of value, did he? Well, she would just play along and give him a second chance...or take up his offer and add him to her stew.
"Coin be useless to me, bird!" Meecha snapped out quite suddenly. She lifted a hand, pointing at one long wing. She had yet to notice the package at all throughout this. "Your feathers, tho. I'd be wantin' those." Especially the ones with the little speckles along them. Slowly Meecha glanced back inside, studying her messy hut and the stew pot inside.
When she looked back she was glaring again. "What do you say, huh?? Gonna be givin me yer feathers or what?" Meecha's patience was thinning. If he didn't agree she would just have to procure what she wanted by force... Then she could simply leave him for the swamp to do as it wanted with him.
Yes. That worked just fine for her.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 7, 2008 17:32:15 GMT -5
The mention of him becoming a good 'lean stew' almost made the poor haron faint. Even her outburst of how she didn't want coin to spare his life, seemed to sufice. With his hopes dwingling and his dreams for the future fadded into near darkness, though when she said something about feathers, he wondred what she could possiably mean. He opened one of his wings to expose one of the two foot long feathers, which was spotted. He had only three on each side... and they took so long to grow back. Not to mention that it would make his flying experiance much more harder without the help of the wing tips.
He looked back up to the human that stood before him. She still had not givin her name. He gave a akward smile and plucked the cosest one with his beak... not the longer ones. He did the same to the other side so he could still have equalibriam. He looked up with the foot and a half feathers in his beak, mumbling through them.
"Will dis sufice? I need de rest, or I can't fly no more." he hoped that she didn't relize that she knew that he could grow them back in a month or two... though the last ones would take quite the time.
He hoped that she would take the featers. He even took a rish and stepped forward and crane his neck out so he could easely drop the feathers if she would rais her hand.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 7, 2008 21:58:42 GMT -5
Meecha's expression remained calmly blank, her lips quirked into a toothy smile as she watched him quiver with nerves before submitting to investigate his wings. He seemed nauseous with fear, near to fainting. Meecha was fascinated by it all.
Lucky him, catching her in such a good mood. Otherwise she would've been far more willing to chop him into stew.
Instead he reached out suddenly and snatched the feathers from his grip, investigating them carefully. His flight feathers would grow back in with time, but he would be lame for a while...and she didn't want a Club lingering with her for that long. Abruptly she turned on her heel, strolling inside with a leisurely wave of her hand.
"Come in, come in. Sit anywhere but touch nuttin'. Ya won't be likin' what would happen if ya did." Lao hovered in the place where Meecha had once stood, watching the heron with small, beady eyes while the hamster made her way to the stew pot.
With the long feathers still in hand, Meecha stirred the pot until satisfied and then wandered away to tie them to a cord hanging from one end of the room to the other. It was filled with odds and ends, strange trinkets of all sorts... A great deal of them including items that, without a doubt, had to have belonged to another Card at one point in time. It was a disturbing mess, to be sure, but Meecha seemed to take no mind of it.
"Where ya be from, bird? Ya've got pretty feathers."
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 9, 2008 19:26:25 GMT -5
He started to walk in after her, yet the black beedy eyed chreature seemed to glare at him, so he side stepted out of the way of the little creature. His first sights around him where quite disturbing to say the leaste. It was as if someone had taken many Cards and strewn them about the room. There didn't appear to be any organization to him whatsoever. He got goose bumps making his feathers seem to rise on end. This was really the wrong place to be at the moment. He would have to play everything out right, just to make sure that he survived this night.
Her first testiment that she said made him not even want to sit down, the notion of it made his stomic turn on end. He looked about and found a nice clear spot to stand so as to not touch anything with any of his appendages. Her next question caught him off guard though. It would have been quite rude of him if he didn't answer, and to lie could make her feel the need to add him to the stew.
"I be form the Forests of Kahmden, it be where I work from... the delivery busniss." he said with a bit more curage. He was distraut though to see his beautiful feathers along with other ordements that seemed to belong from other cards... the thought nearly made him mad, yet he was a guest and it wouldn't be right for him to say anything about it...
"Ye be living here? Ye whole life?" the question came out as he looked at the human. It would only be in his right to ask question for question.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 11, 2008 7:46:04 GMT -5
Meecha never took her eyes off of Sabe as she moved around the room. She didn't trust him at all. Not to be in her hut and especially not to be behind her.
"Da Forests of Kahmden?" She hadn't heard much of that. Perhaps they didn't like to come into the swamp with all their pretty colors... Meecha debated this and shrugged. She'd seen prettier colors get lost in here. "How far be it from here?"
Meecha, despite her isolation, still loved to learn. Be that as it may, whenever she kept someone around long enough for conversation Meecha would be sure to learn a little about their pretty colors...and where she could get more of those colors were she to want them. The idea of delivery was entirely lost on her, that or she simply didn't care. Who ever sent someone like her packages? And, if they had, a proper Golfram resident would bring it to her.
"Mah whole life? Not in dis hut, but always in da swamp. Best place to be." Better than the Outside.
She sneered momentarily, eyes grazing over Sabe before she suddenly turned about and went to serve up stew from her pot. She plopped one full bowl on the edge of the table closest to Sabe "Eat!" She demanded in what should have been a cheerful tone but was instead rather droll and unconcerned. The swamp witch grabbed a nearby chair and sat down abruptly, beginning to greedily eat the crawdad strew.
...If only he'd stopped by a little sooner...
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Sabe, Six of Clubs
