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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 1:38:25 GMT -5
i look at her. "of course i can talk. my name is Alkonost... your different then most humans. there wasnt many surviors and even the one that died cant be brought back... their souls were taken". i look t her closely. "who is this goddess you speak of?. i know many goddess, but they all have names..." .
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Post by Kallen on Feb 28, 2004 1:49:47 GMT -5
Kallen is embarrassed at this.
"Alkonost i worship my goddess through blind faith. She was the creator of all that we see, feel, touch, smell. She is the creator of all beings. My necklace is the ultimate protective symbol, 4 points stand for the elements and the fifth is the akasha which is the universal spiritual power. She protects me throught this. and when i need her she infuses me with her love, light, and power. But i do not know her name. I do not think she has one. All i know is what she does to help me and those i ask for help. You may ask all you want but i have a question. What type of a bird are you?"
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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 1:59:56 GMT -5
look up at the sky prouldy. "why i never,im bird of paradise, one of a few mystical birds", i glance back at her." do i sound to into myself?", i grin but with a beak it is hard to tell .
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Post by Kallen on Feb 28, 2004 2:12:17 GMT -5
Kallen chuckles.
"Well I am sorry i didn't know who you were. But i did know you were extrodinary. I am sorry for my ignorance. But i will tell you that if i were a mystical bird such as yourself i would be into myself as well. What brings you here to this place?" Kallen then adds, "i suppose you do not need little old me to protect you then, seeing as how you are obviously powerful."
Kallen looks a bit sad, she had rather liked the idea of being this creatures protector. She thumbed her pentegram.(a nervous habit she has)
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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 2:25:06 GMT -5
"so i am into myself... good thought i was losing myself there for a second..", i look back at her fully. "a mission, me and a friend have to obey orders of G.O.D., and thank you. though you have power to". .
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Post by Kallen on Feb 28, 2004 2:33:38 GMT -5
"You flatter me Alkonost. The power i have was given to me by the goddess. She gives it to me as i need it. G.O.D. do you suppose that they might know who my goddess is? I am in search of her name. It was never revealed before my coven was destroyed along with my family. If you would like i can watch over you just the same. You seem such a nice being and deserve to be watched over."
She smiles gets closer to him and reaches into her pocket and offers him sunflower seeds. She has a whole store of them along with other food, her herbs, and the rest of her belongings in her carpet bag.
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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 2:40:55 GMT -5
i glance at the seeds then to her. "i dont eat mortal food. and if i did i wouldnt degrade myself to be hand fed...". i glance around. "its getting late...". i glance back at her out of the corner of my eye, "even if i dont need it, you can 'watch' over me. but i refuse to be treated as a pet....". .
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Post by Kallen on Feb 28, 2004 2:50:08 GMT -5
Kallen quickly put the seeds away.
"Please Alkonost, i meant no disrespect to you. I by no means meant for you to degrade yourself in any way. i suppose it is late. And i would never treat you as a pet dear bird. I would never intentionally be so disrespectful. it would be wonderful if i could "watch" over you perhaps just for tonight. Thank you for placating me. Even though i know you don't need me. Where shall you nest. I will set up camp near you but far enough away that i won't bother you. I figure mortals prolly bother you, they bother me too sometimes to be honest. The way they treat all of earths creatures."
As she talks she packs up what little she had taken out and hefts her bag on her back awaiting Alkonosts direction.
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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 3:00:49 GMT -5
i glance back at her. "forget about it..., but that is fine, i'll be nesting near the rebel cabin..., that is where my friend is staying... you can stay there. if your not already", i spread my wings and lift off without disturbing the grass beneath me. "sure you want to come?" .
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Post by Kallen on Feb 28, 2004 3:10:16 GMT -5
"Why wouldn't i?" I smile at him as he flies off. "I will set up camp out side of the cabin. It is too crowded for me, too many bodies. Don't get me wrong i like beds but i prefer to see and feel the night and whatnot. There are just too many ppl in there."
She finds a place close to where Alkonost flew and unrolled her tent and bag. She sets it up and crawls in side and says her nightly dedication. when she is done she peeks out at the bird. "Good night Alkonost. Sleep well." She waves at him. if any danger comes she should hear the forest will tell her. She will not sleep unless she has too. She lays on her stomach with her head on her arms. On guard. "You don't eat mortal food so what do you eat? Perhaps i can get you something?" She is trying to be helpful to her new friend.
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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 3:17:06 GMT -5
i land on a branch above her, "i eat what mortals can not get, light.... if anyone was to capture me, gods' bless anyone who tries, then i could eventual die.... or die as much as i can..., light is like water for mortals though.. it is easy to acquire". i look down at her. "what about you?. you never said why you are here... other then about the goddess..."/ .
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Feb 28, 2004 3:23:16 GMT -5
Peter remains silent.
He's just throwing it out there, trying to prevoke you. Stay calm, don't rise to it. I'm not going to make myself look bad infront of Chastity.
"Aries, I'm glad you've been there for Chastity," says Peter, his voice completely flat, "And it's wonderful that your going to take over here for her. You must really love helping people. I'm... I'm sorry I thought you were an evil Dragon when we first met. It would seem time has proven me wrong."
Peter feels physically ill.
"Chastity, could you point me to the bathroom."
Peter walks slowly into the restroom, closes the door, and prompty vomits. He pants, kneeling in the little room, the bitter taste of his own bile on his tounge.
I stand and beg grace of the killer of my friend? For what!? For the image of goodness in the eyes of a woman who you have no chance with?
Kill him. He has it coming. He's evil. If you let him be then this kitchen will become a butcher's shop for all those who enter.
If you are a man, no, if you are human, then you will prevent that!
Peter heaves forward, his system trying to purge what it no longer contains. He feels like he's about to cry.
Your pathetic. Why are you even living? You've deserted yout ideals, your allies, and your life.
"No," Peter whispers to himself, "No, I've left their life. The life they forced on me six years ago. LIF can crumble and burn in Hell for all I care. And the rest of the world can go with it." He whispers this last line so harshly and so softly he isn't sure it's even his own voice.
Standing he flushes the toilet and washes his face in the sink. In the grimmy mirror he can see himself. Pale skin, sunken eyes, he looks half dead, not healthy at all. He hasn't eaten a real meal in five years, hasn't slept for real in six.
"Life is catching up with me," he chuckles but the laugh turns into a cough and he falls back to his knees, his forehead leaned against the rim of the sink.
His words are not longer english but rapid latin. He speaks softly and continously, his voice breaking every so often. Prayers for his friends, for his enemies, for all those he's killed.
What is he going to do? Closing his eyes Peter lets the tears fall. Screw being strong. Maybe if he just closes his eyes and drifts away he can die right here. Maybe he can have some peace.
"Not today," he says, "I don't die today." Pushing to his feet he summons his strength from within him, the augmentations in his body giving him the strength he needs. Without them for only a few minutes and he is nearly crippled, emoitonally and physically.
"I can't die," he tells his reflection, "No, I'd have to still be alive for that."
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Post by Kallen on Feb 28, 2004 3:28:12 GMT -5
"I am looking for revenge of some sorts and a new home. Red Infinity destroyed my coven and family. So i fight against them. I heard there was a place for the rebels in helsinki and i ended up here. I just want a place to belong. Fight for what is right and a place to live peacefully. I am all alone. But i must bore you with my pitty party. It is very poetic that you eat light. i consider you to be a friend now so no one will take the light away from you unless they go thru me. You know the old saying you mess with him you mess with me too. I would never let anyone let you die." She smiles up at him.
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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 3:40:11 GMT -5
"i see... no it is alright, the lives of mortals are interesting, even if they are pathetic". 'with an exception of a few...' my tail feathers wrap themselves around the branch. "as i said, i cant die. not in the usual sense. but it is my feathers im more worried about...". i glance at her, not sure if i should tell her, even though she promised she wouldnt touch me, she was a mortal...
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Post by Alkonost on Feb 28, 2004 3:40:26 GMT -5
"i see... no it is alright, the lives of mortals are interesting, even if they are pathetic". 'with an exception of a few...' my tail feathers wrap themselves around the branch. "as i said, i cant die. not in the usual sense. but it is my feathers im more worried about...". i glance at her, not sure if i should tell her, even though she promised she wouldnt touch me, she was a mortal...
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