M
A E A I talked to God to no avail
Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." A piece of driftwood did not a good weapon make. But it was better than nothing, and Maea did her best to pretend that it was a staff. Unbalanced and unwieldy as it were, she still twirled it between her hands as she strolled down the coastline. Under the light of a full moon, with the long hair left loose and drifting upon a midnight wind, she also pretended that she was not reckless to leave the caves of the Fingers. No one had seen her, no one knew to look for her. She was safe, and there was no reason to deny herself some fresh air.
Upon taking the next step, she twisted and turned herself a full circle while spinning the length of wood between her hands. It sung and vibrated between her palms, and she contemplated removing the gloves to improve the contact. But no; there were limits to how bold she would be. The heat damage had left the skin puckered and deformed, and while it was repairing... the process was slow. Just like her movements. Just like every moment spent awake, unable to sleep, unable to shut off reality for even a moment. Suddenly furious, her movements grew sharper. Spinning, twisting, the 'staff' became a blur as she recalled every lesson she'd ever taken and unleased it upon unseen foes. The barrage ended in a resounding crack as wood connected with a rubble of rocks, and wooden shrapnel flew all around when the driftwood came apart in her grip. Seething, Maea was left to stare at the remnants, before opening her hands to let the wood fall to the sand. She wished she was out of breath. |
Training In the dark of the night
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05-26-2021, 12:05 PM
the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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05-27-2021, 09:27 PM
Melita they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive Melita didn’t expect to see a ghost.
Perhaps she should’ve though – after everything else from the past few seasons. Instead, she and Fangorn wandered along the light of the full moon, another game of avoidance from relatives and kin. A skip, a frolic, a twirl, unafraid, unbothered, casting her wake of indulgence and treachery with seditious little steps and maneuvers. The weapons on her back, and her emboldened means, her defiant measures, were always at her beck and call. What was there to fear? She meandered down by the Fingers, not one of her usual haunts, drawn there because she figured no one else would be. But then there was a barrage of noise, a sudden crack, that gave her an untimely pause. A lift of her head, following, tracking the resounding, echoing, bounding clamor, drawn into its voids like a moth – her eyes narrowed, catching the telltale wisps of familiarity further and further down the coastline’s reaches. Where the water swayed and the woman didn’t. “Maea?” A loosening of breath, of confusion, of a time where the dead had risen again in the hands of the Voice – and the word left her lips before she could ponder if it had been a mistake. because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
the Honeybee
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05-28-2021, 10:08 AM
Melita they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive No; it wasn’t fear. That feeling hadn’t touched her bones or quickened her pulse in some time. Not with all the armaments at her disposal. Not with all the elements fused together, ensconced and brewing in her heart. Not with the temper and fury lingering in her veins. This was some sense of trepidation, a warning etching and sketching its way down her backbone; because something was off. Fangorn pooled his own forewarning in a dangling of his vines, inching closer to some of the rocks lined along the Fingers’ outsets.
But bolder and bolder still, the youth maneuvered forward. Not stretching her lanky limbs in a rushed pace, but cautious, bare feet inclining along the sand, the dunes, the stones, the rubble. The youth’s eyes caught the artifact in Maea’s hand, narrowing her gaze slightly, turning and twisting in the range of moonlight. “What are you doing out here?” because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
05-28-2021, 10:43 AM
the Honeybee
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05-29-2021, 10:24 AM
Melita they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive Playing pretend? Eerie, enigmatic, and completely unlike the Maea she’d known – the ghostly woman with her heart set on a man who glanced in every direction. And then she’d truly become something gone and done in, until now – now Melita really wasn’t certain what this creation was. Someone twisted within her wounds? Someone who meandered and wandered? What was Maea’s purpose? What were her motivations now? Or were these all pretenses too? The honeybee leaned into hers as well, nodding, tilting her head a fraction, either predator inclinations or a study in shifting dynamics. “Yes.” Taking a midnight stroll, avoiding everything else at all costs.
Then the rock flung towards her, and she took on a far more rapacious position; the staff along her back taken within a moment, hand grasping the wooden armament with swift reflexes, and whacking the stone in one arch, in one swing. Within half a breath, it was gone from her person, lilting and arcing through the moonlit sky to land near Maea’s feet again, fractures of patterns and light enclosed over shape and shadow. Completely impulsive and impetuous, she lifted her chin, wondering what the premise had been. “What game is this?” If it was a threat, or merely laden into nothing. because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
05-29-2021, 11:28 AM
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05-29-2021, 07:23 PM
Melita they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive She couldn’t help but treat the moment with suspicion. Her eyes narrowed slightly, another harsh intake of air rambling through her lungs, gearing her up for something thereafter. But the shrug, the way the manifestations gleaned – nothing, nothing at all – for a girl who’d always liked colorful stones and rocks, who’d leant them as gifts to gods and those cherished alike. Perhaps it had been innocent. Perhaps not. Melita didn’t know anymore.
And then promises of old – before death, before decay, before resurrections. She swallowed down a hard line forming in her throat, jaw feathering as her teeth gnashed against one another. She could remember a jutted chin and her seditious presence in between hallways, telling Maea her bow wasn’t going to make it; the ocean had drenched the wood, the salt had damaged, the sea had wounded. Only to do it again, later, later, later – and now the wraith was before her again. “Find a good stick and I can make one.” Pliable, bendable, capable of being strung back enough to notch an arrow upon. Rather than juggle pebbles and pretend to be something she wasn’t. Melita certainly never had. because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
05-30-2021, 08:40 AM
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05-30-2021, 06:04 PM
Melita they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive It could’ve been guilt. It could’ve been the raw, biting memories. It could’ve been anything, given her impetuous designs – but she watched as the moment passed through, as Maea’s features suddenly altered to surprise than another bizarre encounter on her train ride of avoidance. Melita presumed there’d either be a refusal, nothing at all, and they’d part, naught more to it. The acceptance caused the slightest rise of her brow, and then they fell back into place.
Her eyes didn’t leave Maea’s movements as the wraith-like creature maneuvered along the beach, scouring for potential. Melita offered very little in the quick glances, steeling herself, molding and conforming those ember-spun proportions, her teeth gnashing together. Fangorn grumbled low, and the honeybee didn’t know what to say. When the other woman returned, with some pliable wood, Melita simply nodded. “That could work,” and she set to task, taking the stick and hastening it to something instrumental. Much like in days of the Rift, her hands implemented and shorn, bending, applying pressure to the filaments without breaking them, well-practiced and versed in the art of shifting simplicity into something menacing. It likely wouldn’t last; but in the end, between her proportions, bitterness, and efforts, the bow was designed: modest, in comparison to the one she always utilized. Then she snagged string from her bag, and tied it along, completing it with a strand. “Here.” In demonstration, she lengthened her form into a shift, drawing her arm across her bracelet, waiting for the bow to spring into her hold. “Draw it back like this,” and she performed the motion with ease, stare narrowing to immediately scrutinize Maea’s abilities. because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
06-01-2021, 05:12 AM
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06-02-2021, 11:11 PM
Melita they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive The youth managed to not roll her eyes at the insinuation – only stepping back to watch the proceedings, nodding when Maea at least matched the statement. She quietly handed her an arrow, training version, blocked at the end, from her quiver, huffing nothing into the expanse. “Try hitting that rock then,” and she jutted her chin towards a massive boulder near the Fingers’ entrance, flanked and cloaked in darkness. Melita merely did it just to see how Maea used the newfound, fledgling bow, rather than mock or tear her apart for it.
At her admiration though, the fiery honeybee arched a brow. “From the Fae.” A reward for ensuring the demise of the Punking and its unholy blight – so long, long ago it seemed. In response, she took another one of her implemented instruments, placing it along the strand, and unfurling – quick, fast, rapid, attuned to her measures and mannerisms with blunt, keen efficiency, listening to the smack as it bounded and leapt off the stone. because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
06-03-2021, 03:56 PM
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06-03-2021, 10:22 PM
Melita they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive Melita gave nothing away as Maea continued to glance back at her. It was almost like a game – to surprise, to defy, to let the world wonder what she was thinking instead of simply giving or granting it to them. Besides, she truthfully didn’t know where they stood any longer; the honeybee had thought the ghostly woman strange, weak, and bizarre in the first interims – now that she truly was a wraith, some of those opinions hadn’t changed. Just the circumstances surrounding all of them again.
So she simply watched with that same seditious disposition – chin jutted outwards in some manner of unholy defiance against the world – tasked with witnessing Maea’s abilities in between the slivers of moonlight. The arrow, likely because the Ascended could see in the dark, volleyed and rallied quickly, listening as the stone chipped away. The youth gave a modest shrug, which could’ve been approval. It was difficult to tell in her tempestuous airs. “The arrow will follow where you look. Try to aim again.” At the statement thereafter though, as she grabbed of another from her quiver, she notioned a laugh. Waiting until Maea returned with the others, and out of the line of fire, the honeybee merely arched a brow. “Safer to never piss me off.” No matter what time of day. She grinned, a little malicious, before notching the armament and letting it fly, listening to it soar and snap through the night’s haze, a telltale sound cloistered along the center of the boulder once more. because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life | ||||||
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