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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 16, 2009 13:49:21 GMT -5
Ever since she had lost her wings she had been wandering more. She loved Tulgey, and hated it at the same time. Rosemary's tail curled as she padded down down the non-existent path. It was still daylight despite the dim light that was seeping through the trees. "What exactly are you planning to do, Rose?" the voice of her weapon rang in her head. She shrugged in response. She wasn't really close to the center of the Wood, so she couldn't try and find that horrible place where her brother had died. The bitterness bubbled up at the very thought. And then her eye caught something in the distance. Slipping behind the nearest tree she glanced around it. That wasn't a Tulgey. What was it? Brown and Blue? Perhaps it was a Solandrian? How strange, what was someone like that doing here? "What are you doing in a place like this?" She asked loudly, still remaining hidden from sight.
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Post by Satra on Aug 16, 2009 14:16:01 GMT -5
[We're pretending Tegan is an adult. P: her adult pic is on the way] Tegan couldn't understand how this could have happened to her. All her life, she'd just assumed she was invincible. She had been born good looking with an almost perfect mix of what both of her parents had to offer, she was born intelligent and strong-willed, not to mention excellent powers (an elementalist, no less!), and born into luxury. But no. there just had to be something wrong. That bitch mother of hers. She'd still inherited the Bog's limitations of lovers, and the fact that it was her mother that had taken everything away. That was fine. Tegan had a plan. The Glacier was where she knew she belonged anyway. She'd barely considered getting a job and simply living. No. She wanted the power. She'd been born in the court and saw what it could provide. The dangers were made apparent, however, when Shinrai was killed by his own son. That was fine. The courts were too rigid for her anyway. She'd often heard her father speak of his home. She would go there. There was no way she wouldn't be welcome that. However, allowing herself to get lost in her own thoughts allowed her to get lost in the woods. She had the idea of traveling along the borders of the lands up to the Glacier. However, she'd found herself deeper in the wood than she'd really cared to be. Her large ears snapped to the sound of the voice, her head following. She couldn't see who was talking. Siku sneezed in the direction of the voice. "My own damn business is what I'm doing," Tegan snapped back.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 16, 2009 14:24:45 GMT -5
A smirk spread on Rosemary's face. This was going to be fun. A lot more fun than she had had in a while. Outsiders in the wood were always a no, and she would just gladly lead them astray... even if she had lost her wings. Damn. She needed to stop thinking about that.
"That's now way to talk to someone who can help you," Rosemary said as she slipped out from behind her hiding spot. There was still a decent distance between them. Though she couldn't help but wonder if the girl could smell the roses. "I mean, you are in the Wood and we don't have any paths here." She stuck her tongue out, still smirking, and then retracted it.
She must have been a mix region. She had yellow... and she didn't have any Solandrian markings. What sort of mix was she? She was quite the pretty card though, and she had an adorable little bander.
Forge was just as curious as his summoner. What was a strange girl like that doing here?
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Post by Satra on Aug 16, 2009 14:52:38 GMT -5
Tegan tensed as the bushes rustled. It was gentle, so it didn't seem a threat at all, but this was the Tulgey Wood, after all. Best not to let your guard down.
Out of the bushes came an oddly attractive woman. She didn't look like a Tulgey... She really didn't look like anything. the color of her fur and the odd scrawl-like markings threw her off. And the roses... they reminded Tegan of an ink painting on parchment. Who... what in the hell was this woman? Someone who could help? Ha! That was a laugh. Judging by the way she spoke, she assumed the other woman was a native. The only stories she'd heard of a native Tulgey helping a lost non-native were usually found in trashy, poorly written romance novels that could be bought at a drug store.
"So I noticed," she said warily. There was something... oddly familiar about this woman. Tegan couldn't place it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 16, 2009 15:18:28 GMT -5
"Is that all you have to say for yourself," she remarked with a tilt of her head. On closer inspection the woman was pretty attractive. Whatever she was a mix of, it came out rather nice. It never crossed her mind that there was a chance she was a Bog or related to someone she knew.
"I'm being serious, tough. I can help you out if you repay me in some fashion. I may not look like much, but I'm a bard. And I'm interested in stories... perhaps you have one that can get you out of this fantastic little mess you're in." She grinned.
Hopefully this person would have something interesting to say. It would be a waste of time if she just lead her off the path to nowhere. It was more fun if she got something interesting out of chance encounters. And she seemed like a fairly reasonable person.
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Post by Satra on Aug 16, 2009 15:32:28 GMT -5
This was going in something of an odd direction. Stories? Tegan stayed on the defensive, ear turning around her. If there was anything around, Tegan would hear it first. Unless they were magically hiding themselves, little escaped Tegan's hearing. Still. A game might be fun. She had to start playing games like these, after all, if her plans were going to go as smoothly as possible.
"A story, then? I have a few interesting ones," she began, a silky tone edging itself into her previously tense voice. She ran through the list of events that happened in the Court. The things she knew... she didn't know too many secrets, but she knew enough to compromise at least a little security of those Hearts bastards, "I can give you a story or two. I can't promise their believability despite their truth. How do I know you'll keep your promise, though?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 16, 2009 15:44:16 GMT -5
Oh, she was playing hard ball now? The wolf mix could have danced with joy instead she took a few steps closer. Stories. What did this person know? Her tail twitched with anticipation.
And then the question everyone asked came. Everyone had doubt. Who didn't? No one was stupid enough to simply tell her a story, everyone had a different way of asking. She much preferred this method though.
"You don't," She said with a wicked smirk. "There's no way I can assure you that I will keep my promise. I could swear on my suit, I could swear on my mother's grave, and I could assure you with my word as a bard. However none of those would be good enough. You see, this is the point where you need to take a gamble with your life. Perhaps I've always had the upper hand, and I'm simply humoring you, perhaps not. Either way it's all up to you."
"That's pretty mean there, Rose."
It's her own damn fault for walking into the Wood.
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Post by Satra on Aug 16, 2009 16:09:56 GMT -5
Tegan felt a bubble of something under the surface. It was the same feeling she got when Heilyn kicked her out of the Court. She had no way out. She was subjected to the mercy of this person. She realized that this person had seen her before Tegan had heard her. Tegan did not have the upper hand.
Before she'd never really made a decision unless she knew, or thought she knew, there was no way she could be harmed. The Ice Ring she had gave her a good feeling with her snow affinity. How could embracing it do her wrong? Even when she caused trouble at the Court, she never thought that a valuable natural-born face card like her would ever be thrown away. She had yet to dare to see what the spider legs and fangs did. They came from a shady place and their purpose was unknown even to the shop proprietor.
Here was another gamble. Right when her sense of security was at its shakiest. The place she thought would never be taken from her had been pulled out right under from her feet. But what other option did she have? Her pride screamed and kicked in protest, then calmed. No. This woman didn't have the complete upper hand. Tegan still had magic that would work on even a Queen.
"You're right," she said, feigning total cooperation, "How about a story, then?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 16, 2009 16:22:34 GMT -5
Awwww. That was cute. Did she think playing nice would make things easier? There was still a chance that Rosemary could just disappear and leave the stranger in the Wood for the wild animals to pick at.
Of course her curiosity got the better of her. How could it not? Her ears swiveled as she paused to listen for any sort of creature that might sneak up on them. The other woman had bigger ears, sure, but that didn't mean that she knew what the creatures sounded like. And frankly the wolf mix wanted to avoid the carnivorous deer. Those were nasty nasty things.
"A story it is then. I hope it's interesting though," Rosemary said as she drew a bit closer, plopping down when she still had a distance between them. This way though, she could hear things a bit better. And she didn't want to lose sight of this one.
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Post by Satra on Aug 16, 2009 16:52:36 GMT -5
Tegan didn't like this place. She'd spent all of her life in the Court, only leaving it a few times to go the the Highland fields to play around. Forests made different sounds. She stayed standing while the rose-woman sat. Next to her, Siku sneezed again. Tegan tapped her lightly with a paw to divert her bander's fixation from this person.
She went over the list of events that had happened in her life, trying to figure out which would be the best to share. She didn't much like the idea of sharing personal stories, especially as much as they stung at this moment. she did what she rarely did which was think seriously about other people. Which one of them would make the best story?
"How about the story of a man who became real after a lifetime of being a toy?" she felt the deliverance was clumsy and worried about the rest of the story. She wasn't a storyteller.
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