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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 24, 2010 21:59:25 GMT -5
Ember's eyes fluttered shut, her body starting to drop to the floor. then, the wings came alive, allowing her to stand just above the ground. her fingers twitched, the flaming fingernails burning white. her wings orange flames turned white as well. when she opened her eyes though, they were black. soulless. the white in her eyes gone. but the iris was red, a deep, bloody red. and her pupils were white. a burning white that would seep into your soul and steal your warmth if they captivated you long enough. her wings floated her to the bonfire, roaring bigger now that the Fire Faerie had given into her magic's demands. she stepped into the center, breathing softly, feeling the flames caress her skin. she smiled, her eyes half-fluttered shut. "MARY!" a male voice screamed. Embers eyes opened, her face twisted into a snarl. "MARY! PUT THE WALLS BACK UP! YOU'LL BURN THE PLACE DOWN!" a boy with fangs screamed, ripping her from the fire. a water controlling magic being rushed in, splashing water on Ember. she shuddered, her body collapsing to the floor. her fingernails went red, the white in her wings gaining color, turning orange. all this happened in an instant. the fanged boy caught her, lowering her to the ground and laying her down. he poked her with a glowing stick, still warm from the fire. she sprang up, her eyes normal. "wow. i missed the heat too much. i need more sunshine shifts." she said, groaning and holding her head, shivering. the fanged boy rolled his eyes. "your own fault for wandering at night." he said.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 25, 2010 0:52:47 GMT -5
Rebekah gasped, pulling back and jumping away. The kelpie in her was becoming more and more restless. These past few hours were odd; abnormal for it. There had been a fickle stream of water and heat. On and off. In use and then suppressed. This new occurrence in her friend Ember was not helping. The lethal reality of the fire and the faerie made the beast in the girl stand on edge. She was afraid, while it was angry and ready to attack. It would not be hard. The air had water molecules in it. That was all she needed. Water particles and she could form the liquid; make them condense. It would be so easy. So simple. And then, once formed, she could easily take care of the threat that the fire faerie gave birth to. The flame would be gone... Instead, Rebekah fell to her knees, her horse-like teeth biting deep into her lip. She tasted blood. Her nails dug into her arms. She did not like what she was doing, but it kept the monster at bay and it kept those around her alive. Her body shuddered deeply. The monster fought her for some time, wracking her body with convulsions and further hemorrhaging in her lungs. But, as always, Rebekah's will won out. The beast realized it was only serving to hurt itself and receded back to the depths within the girl. Slowly, Rebekah stood back up. Beneath her, her knees shook and she wiped a bit of blood from her mouth. Though it seemed more had been silently spit up on the floor than remained on her face. Rebekah was immensely thankful for the boy and probably would have hugged him were it not under such circumstances and were she not feeling so poorly. In fact, there were quite a few things she would have done, were her body not shaking like a doe in fear and her eyes not already watching the two carefully and with interest.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 28, 2010 23:13:16 GMT -5
"shove her into a sauna to keep her warm but under control, will you?" he asked, passing Ember's body over to another creature. it nodded once and walked off. the fanged boy looked at Becky. "i'm Claw. You're new. what's your name and why is a Kelpie hanging out with an unstable fire faerie?"
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 28, 2010 23:17:46 GMT -5
"I'm Rebekah. Nice to meet you." Rebekah greeted the new boy. She felt a flicker of depression across her heart upon the word "kelpie." so it was becoming that obvious. She was no longer a human. Well, she would have to accept it soon anyways. Now was a good a time as any to get used to the title. The species. Herself. She grinned in spite of her sentiments. "Not a kelpie yet." she replied. Her voice was throaty with blood. "I prefer fire. It keeps the kelpie in check. It hurts, but I don't kill people." she explained softly.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 28, 2010 23:28:01 GMT -5
"don't worry. us magic have a sense. we can tell who's turning into what. we can smell it. it's not all that obvious. if i couldn't smell the salt water a room away, i would have guessed a wind faerie." Claw said, smiling at her, sensing her sadness.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 28, 2010 23:31:30 GMT -5
Rebekah smiled, noting his attempt at encouragement or comfort. It worked quite well and while she would not dare admit it, her heart did a little leap of joy for that. "Thanks." she said. "Well, I'm not magic yet, so, if you do't mind me asking you, what are you exactly?" she stammered.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 29, 2010 12:52:05 GMT -5
"i noticed." he said, watching her for a moment before responding. "well, i'm not entirely sure, but i think i got a rotten batch and am a psychic vampire. fun part is messing with people's heads, though. the wild magic are so easily persuaded." he said, smiling, his lips revealing normal teeth. he watched her for another moment before adding on. "why are you here? you seem so reluctant to give in to the kelpie."
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 29, 2010 14:05:35 GMT -5
Rebekah smiled. "I'm not entirely sure, actually." she responded, shaking her head. "To be honest, giving in feels like it would kill me and a part of me would rather die. So why I'm here beats me. Maybe it's the prospect of control. Maybe I'm tired of coughing up blood. Who knows?" she mused outloud.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 29, 2010 15:09:15 GMT -5
"well, we have some of the best healers in here. they help for a smooth transition, and the mental walls help allowing you to get control. i myself help keep the magic dormant until necessary. it's a good deal for me; i live off of magic. the more i have the more alive i am." he said, smiling at her again. "how about we get you something to get rid of the whole 'coughing up blood' thing, shall we?" he asked, holding out his hand and gesturing to a door.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 29, 2010 15:13:19 GMT -5
Rebekah nodded. "So I've heard." she acknowledge. Yet, her voice still held a grim note on the subject of "her transition." She smiled despite this however at him. "Sounds good. Thank you." she replied. "But, uh, I've been coughing up blood all day. You sure you want to take my hand?" she asked with a wry grin.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 31, 2010 19:15:15 GMT -5
he shoed her his claws. they were grimey and had random bits stuck under them. "i could ask you the same question. except, i was the cause of people coughing up blood. not magic." he jested, and held his hand out again.
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Post by Cheyenne on Dec 31, 2010 19:17:29 GMT -5
Rebekah smiled. "Fair enough." she nodded, taking his hand and standing up. "Whoa." she murmured, watching the world spin around her for a moment upon standing.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Jan 2, 2011 10:44:47 GMT -5
Claw's smile dropped. "well, shit. you've lost A LOT of blood. come on. you need some food, and some medicine." he said, holding her hand and putting his arm around her waist. "we don't want you falling, now do we?" he jested, walking her into a cafeteria. "what do you want to eat?"
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Post by Cheyenne on Jan 2, 2011 10:55:23 GMT -5
"Probably not all blood. Some of it's probably having low blood sugar too. I haven't been able to eat much." Rebekah informed, though happily leaning on him to assure less work on her part to walk. Upon his latter question, a thought flashed through her mind. Flesh, she thought. "A salad." she stated instead, trying to distance herself as far from the kelpie as possible. "Dry as possible."
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Jan 2, 2011 12:15:34 GMT -5
sensing the Kelpie thought, his eyes narrowed for a moment. "you know, the more you fight it the harder the transition is, and the harder it is to control it in the end." he said. "transition or not." he sat her down on a log, and went over to a long table with foods of all sorts on it. he came back with a salad filled with foods of all sorts, a drink of honeywater, and a cooked slab of meat. he set them down in front of her, and went back to get some food for himself. he came back with a salad. he chewed it carefully, watching her. "eat up." he said, motioning to it with his fork.
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