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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 19, 2009 20:43:36 GMT -6
Alone. Completely alone. Isolated from the world. No companion except for the overwhelming solitude. Seth remained still, her back against an old tree, staring at the lake stretching out before her. She made no motions and didn't appear to be staring at anything particularly interesting. All she was watching was the gentle current of the lake. Noticing it spiral down into the depths of the trench before rising back up once again. Much like a whirlpool.
As if sensing her forced seclusion, no birds flew overhead and no animals scampered across the ground. There were hardly any noises except the gently swishing of the water. That and silence.
Seth let out a great sigh as she continued to stare at the water, almost hoping for something to break the surface. To entertain her just a little. Solitude was useful to collect one's thoughts, however at present there was nothing important enough to think about. Another sigh, and she kept her eyes trained on the swirling waters.
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Aug 19, 2009 20:59:43 GMT -6
Le Cyll was pacing. No, not exactly pacing. He was not having a leisurely stroll, or fretting about anything in particular that would make him roam great tracks of land in search of a peace from the apprehension that obviously was not his. More like, he was running.
No, not even that was it. He wasn't really going very fast. This wasn't the incredible speed that he could reach to chase down the great Northern Caribou that he loved to hunt so very much. It was more like a pace than an actual run, but he was not actually pacing, so why describe it as a pace?
Traversing. That was what he was doing. He was not moving so much at a speed as he was at a pace, climbing over the boulders and under the trees, his wings tucked tightly into the little groove that formed where his tendon connected right with his spine. Although it was hidden by his fur, there actually was a nice little niche there all along his back, and he often times nestled the shoulders of his wings in when he was not using them. In fact, it was such a nice, perfect fit that it made him look like he had no wings at all - only a few "tail feathers" where the very tips of his long feathered appendages ruffled out next to his tail.
Yes, that was it. He was traversing. But usually when one traverses, one wishes to make some kind of traveling schedule, where Le Cyll had nothing quite so tiresome in mind. He was simply traversing to traverse - seeing to see. He had smelled water from far up the mountainside, and now that he was descending the rocky slope, he could see it as a brilliant blue background against the thick green pines.
Le Cyll was thirsty. Terribly thirsty. He had been traversing all day, and as well as he could traverse without weariness when he was hunting, he was not hunting now. If he was thirsty he could stop to drink. There was no caribou to keep track of.
So, he traversed nearer the water, the vibrant blue coming closer until he could see the strange twisting form of a spiral within the water. He stopped, not to look at the dazzling spiral. He had no use of such visual effects. What he did stop for was the smell of another presence.
Quickly, before he could think to check if this presence was human, he retained his human form and continued his trek down to the water. It was not human, he noticed. Ah well. He emerged from the trees, shrugging to himself.
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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 19, 2009 21:16:38 GMT -6
Finally moving, Seth reached a hand up to run it through her hair, letting out one more great sigh as she did. There was no apparent reason behind her sudden movement. She had merely grown bored with the swirling waters.
As she moved her hand to rest her head upon it, she noticed a sound. Faint at first, but growing steadily louder. However, while this was true, the sound never grew too loud. An untrained ear wouldn't have noticed it at all. The feet were most likely padded, then. Like a dog. At this thought, Seth may have shrugged to herself, however, it felt unnecessary to make such a gesture. Now, she looked toward the grass, watching any creature that crawled between the blades. Whatever was coming was of no threat to her.
Her thoughts were further confirmed when she noticed a man step out from among the trees. The dog, apparently. He probably noticed her presence as she noticed his, though he made no motion to acknowledge her at all. As there was nothing else worthy of keeping her occupied, Seth had settled on watching every one of this dog's motions. Hardly entertaining, but it was something.
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Aug 19, 2009 21:44:13 GMT -6
Le Cyll resisted the urge to make his usual gesture of irritation. He could feel the eyes on him, like little pinpricks of intense heat.
He did not quite know why he despised the stares of others. Perhaps it was the curious or sometimes searching nature of the stare that he found to be unnerving. Perhaps it was a signal that he was in some way not behaving normally, and should therefore be subject to scrutiny to prove his validity as a normal, non harmful member of society. Perhaps it was the knowledge that if someone looked too hard, stared too closely at the mask that he was so careful to use, he knew they would find something that they did not like, and that would force him to do something that he did not care for.
Or, perhaps he just did not like nosy people.
Whatever the reason, it bothered him incessantly, like a little tick biting at his skin but with no intention to harm, only to feed off the displeasure that he emanated until he was forced to yank the little nuisance off. He thought for a moment of doing something similar to the girl that had chosen so rudely to stare at him, but he regretfully shoved the idle thought aside. He had already damaged his image with that Aliyth. He would not do anything too rash without the absolute assurance that it would be a clean kill.
A little something about water: It did not provide as many clean kills as would be thought. He was in front of a lake. He could not use it, nor could he use the surrounding forest. It was all to easy to be traversed, as he had earlier found out. Little children would run all over the place, and eventually they would find something.
No, he couldn't kill the annoying person that was staring at him with such a nauseating and nerve-wracking interest. It was simply not practical out here. Now, he may be able to eat her, but he was not hungry, and he did despise to gorge himself. It was not worth the effort and the gorging. Besides, she smelled like some kind of seafood, and he only rarely ate fish.
"May I help you?"
He had turned suddenly, already trying to occupy himself with some other minor thought. He was thirsty. He remembered that, but he did not want to drink now. He had lost interest now because of this strange creature, and he was not above holding a grudge.
He made sure to clear the biting disdain from his voice as he spoke.
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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 19, 2009 22:08:03 GMT -6
Seth closely watched the dog's movements, or lack thereof, as he stood there, perhaps pondering over some inner turmoil. Whatever his reasons were, she was quickly losing interest with the mutt. He wasn't at all amusing, simply standing there.
Until he acknowledged her for the first time. Her unwavering gaze must have unnerved the creature, though he sounded mostly calm when he spoke. Could he help her? Was she in need of help?
"No."
She didn't want anything from this dog. Only to observe. She didn't have much use for the creature, as far as she could see. For that, she would settle on watching him continue with whatever he had come here to do. Although, if he were not content to stay here and be watched...
Seth let her eyes trail away from the dog, to the lake only feet away from them. Since she got here, this was the first time that she had been so close to the water with another being inches from her. Only a dog. It would be easy. Amusingly easy.
Her eyes slowly moved back to the dog. Perhaps she should wait. It would be quite unfortunate if someone were to interrupt. Then that would be two bodies. One was easy to hide, but not two. And she had no intention of leaving this place so soon.
Then again, what did it matter. Was there anything wrong with killing two at once. Or three, even. What did it matter if she had to leave. She'd find somewhere else to go. Perhaps a place with a larger quantity of humans. As all these thoughts crossed her mind, she didn't bother to look away from the dog's lifeless, gray eyes.
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Aug 19, 2009 22:42:24 GMT -6
Well, wasn't that something. The fish could speak. Vaguely, there was a small sound of alarm in the back of his skull as he noticed the way she had looked at the water.
It wasn't that she had made some malicious glimpse or anything so obvious and cliched. Thinking on it, maybe it was the intense lack of interest with which she turned vacantly to the water, then back at him again without giving any sign of interest that set off that little sound. She had thought of something in that instant, and as far as he knew, she could still be thinking of it.
She was a fish. That was water. This seemed like a simple enough puzzle to solve. She was here for the water then, most likely. But that didn't stop the buzzing, the thick rattling roar that reverberated oh so quietly that he might not have noticed, had he been preoccupied with his trip to the water. It was instinct, pure and simple, but what did it want from him? Did it require sustenance? Was it in need of entertainment? Did it want him to rest? Or was it some kind of danger?
He did not know. It was not his privilege to be so in touch with his subconscious mind that he could willingly communicate with it. Now, that would indeed be pleasant if he could communicate with it. Then at least there might be something of a conversation in which he could participate to his fullest, and not be bound by the meager intellect or ideals of another.
But, he could not understand what caused his instinct to whir, so he left it to its sound making and gained a new found repulsion in the stare the fish was giving him.
"You do seem slightly enthralled." He said, his voice just below the level of a snap. It was not agitated at all, which was much less than could be said for himself. Why was she staring at him? Why?! He either had to know, or had to make it stop, and in that instant, another idle thought ran through his head.
Flight. He could fly the extra food off. That made plenty of sense, considering he had not taken to the skies since finding his way into this wretched little school. He was beginning to forget what it felt like, the wind and the sky and the clouds all so close. That thought, instead of feeding the fire of his revulsion, sparked up something else. Glee.
He had completely forgotten to fly. How sad. But he could do it, and he would be very happy doing it...
For a moment he was lost in this thought, so lost that he forgot for just that small amount of time the burning gaze set on him. Sadly, this moment of freedom did not last. As he remembered himself, so to did her remember his discomfort. He wanted to fly. He did not want to stand here and be ogled by some strange apathetic fish thing.
"You really must find a better hobby." He said, letting just the slightest bit of his glee leech into the sound and make it lifelike. "This one causes a few unneeded side effects."
With that, he set his hands on the ground and retained his true form, his wings bobbing slightly in anticipation.
He thought he had a fair guess as to what the instinct wanted to warn him about and he was now about to test this theory. He thought he would have that drink after all. Then, after he was properly hydrated, he would see how he felt about eating the fish.
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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 19, 2009 23:08:33 GMT -6
It was as Seth had expected. The dog was clearly struggling with some deep thought. Concerning her, even. There was something about the way he was looking at her. He clearly didn't like to be watched, though that was not reason enough for Seth to turn away. She simply waited and watched. Wondering if there was a type of dog that had gills.
Then finally, the dog moved. Finally it had had enough. Finally it had fully captured her interest. The dog dropped to the ground, revealing it's true form. Kludde. A simple dog. She was correct all along, naturally. The dog's motions. It's glare. It honestly meant to kill her. Foolish dog. Perhaps she would have laughed if she had felt like it.
Still not taking her eyes off of the canine, she pushed herself off of the ground and slowly strode forward. Stepping past the dog, she came to a halt at the edge of the lake, momentarily looking away from the mutt to once again gaze at the spiraling waters. She inhaled the fresh, sweet scent that permeated from the lake, allowing it to engulf her.
Very slowly, as if it were a chore, she looked away from the water, turning to face the dog once more. Here she showed the closest thing to a human emotion that was possible for her. She smiled at the dog. Not quite a dark, sadistic grin, though not pure and genuine by any means. It was as lifeless as Seth's dead stare.
"Tell me, dog, can you swim?"
Her voice held no trace of emotion, however, it wasn't monotonous at all. That voice had been the last thing that oh, so many creatures had ever heard. So sickeningly sweet, it was almost palpable. It was so... Irresistible. Like the siren song of her race.
"Would you like to try?"
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Aug 19, 2009 23:48:30 GMT -6
Swim? He didn't want to swim he wanted to drink the water...
The buzzing dipped up into a nice flat, searing note. What was wrong with her voice? He was focusing too much on it. He wasn't only using the rationed amount of attention he reserved for things in the world around him. This was something close to obsession, and he did not obsess over fish creatures.
The sound was distracting him, and he almost didn't hear the last thing she said. If he hadn't, he was sure he would have gone on wondering about his strange attentive behavior and it could have potentially wasted his valuable time.
He did not however miss the last part. He heard it quite clearly, and it was that last little hint that gave her away.
He would often use the exact same, veiled form of threat as that if he was going to eat anyone.
Le Cyll let out a low, curling growl. Few could hear the difference, but it was not the well known warning of impending anger that most of the canine species posses. It was merely a tone of bereaved agitation. His theory had been right, and he did not like the prospect of a battle of wills with the Nakki. It required too much effort and not enough yield for his labor. Still, he had to do something. He could not in good conscience let a water horse drown him when it was he who had decided to kill her.
He thought of it first, so he got to kill her. Those were the rules.
He yanked his head away from the water, without a hint of warning lashing out with his teeth and claws. When hunting caribou, it was always best to aim for the stomach, because there was little muscle there to protect the organs, and a nice soft target of skin and meat to hit if your aim was right. Le Cyll was not one to slouch in his aiming. He raked his claws across the air, the individual tips spreading to give him a wonderfully large margin for error.
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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 20, 2009 0:12:30 GMT -6
It was working. Of course it was working. No living creature was strong enough to resist her voice. All that was left was to encourage the mutt to come forward. To take that first step. It would all be over soon. Not too soon, of course. That wouldn't be entertaining at all. She just needed the dog to come closer. Just a little closer.
However, it wouldn't turn out as easily as she had thought. For the first time Seth had underestimated a creature. The pup was smarter than he had seemed. Too smart. He was resisting her voice. Resisting quite well. No. That wasn't supposed to happen. No creature denied her. She wouldn't allow it.
Quite suddenly, the dog threw himself toward her, teeth and claws exposed, meaning to kill her. He was quite fast. It must be remarkably easy for him to kill. Most likely he was experienced in such a field. With the force he came at her, not even Seth would have been able to duck out of the way of his attack. She was unable to dodge to either side, though she was, by no means, trapped.
As the mutt lunged at her, she allowed herself to fall backward, into the lake. The glass-like surface immediately shattered to grant her access. As the new waves washed over her, she was able to feel her fingers fuse together and her legs intertwine into one, long tail.
She continued to float downward like that until she had almost reached the bottom, whereupon she spun upright and set about swimming in circles near the lake bed, eyes closed. She didn't need her sight in the water. There she was able to hear everything that moved above or within the tranquil pool. There wasn't much noise now, save for a low, beautiful humming sound. A wordless manifestation of her alluring, fatal voice. She would not allow the dog to deny her.
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Aug 20, 2009 16:17:44 GMT -6
Le Cyll thought he would hit her. He knew he was much faster, and considering that Nakkis were not known for their strength, he also had reason to believe he was much stronger as well. It surprised him then, when the Nakki fell into the depths of the lake, still sending out that low hum of a mesmerizing voice.
Le Cyll landed on the shoreline, the claws that had splayed to kill instead dug into the soft earth with a ready ease. Well wasn't this fun. He had finally found something worth the effort to hunt. He had had enough of these soft little children, and although the endless supply of food was tempting, it could still never compare to the ripe, tantalizing flavor of a freshly made corpse. Even if that corpse was - say - a fish.
Already, he could feel his wings fluttering, the huge black feathers sliding out to his full wing length then folding neatly closed in a wonderfully satisfied manor. The Nakki had made for the water, he'd noticed. It gave her the advantage while she stayed in there, and he did not like advantages if they weren't solely his.
He would have fun with this one. Maybe he would even work off some of his full stomach, and not have to worry about his gorging after all. Already, his senses started to emerge from within him, the little shot of adrenaline waking them from a light slumber. He took the time to stretch at the water's edge, first leaning back on his haunches and stretching his front legs and back, then leaning forward and stretching his wings out behind him. Yes, good old fashioned fun, and it did not look as if he had to rush anything at all. He knew the Nakki wanted to play the exact same game as he did, and that to him was one of the most endearing of mindsets.
He did love likeminded monsters. They always put up a good fight. Eventually though, there grew to be fewer and fewer of them around him. Sad, though he had much to do with the declining numbers. A game such as this was to the death, and he had played often enough. Now was no different, he thought, taking a little step away from the water's edge.
Although, he had never played this game with a Nakki before... He wondered how it would work. He could still hear the sound of her voice. It was distracting. Very distracting. She must be using it telepathically then, he assumed. Well, he could use a little of his own telepathy, and he would use it to reel his nice juicy fish in.
"That is a beautiful song you sing"[/i] he crooned, forcing an infallible sense of patience and adoration into the tone. "but it is not quite beautiful enough, is it? I will not be joining you for a swim.[/i]"
As if taunting her, he stood only a foot away from the water, looking not directly at it, but up at the sky. The clouds were billowing in, making the flat blue color a crisp fish-scaled white. It was a good day for flying, he thought to himself. [/size]
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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 20, 2009 16:56:32 GMT -6
From her vantage point upon the soft lake bed, Seth was able to hear the dog trotting along the shoreline. It certainly was smarter than the other creatures she had encountered here. This dog most likely wouldn't jump to it's death in this lake. Here she clearly had the advantage, and the pup wouldn't like that.
As she continued her swim, still humming her intoxicating song, she heard a voice - the dog's voice - echo in the back of her mind. Telepathy. Interesting that one creature could amuse her so. Perhaps it was the challenge. Well, more of a challenge to be exact. She was still confident in her abilities. Perhaps it was the hilarity of the dog's words. He really meant to provoke her. Simple creature.
Opening her eyes, she looked to where the mutt had stopped. Close to the shoreline, but not close enough. He needed to come closer. Just a bit. Then she'd have him, and when he was in the lake it'd be over.
Though he was resisting her song far better than anyone else ever had. Still, he wasn't immune. That much she knew. Just a little sweet persistence. Just a little more.
Come now, darling, a swim would be so lovely,
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Aug 23, 2009 16:00:49 GMT -6
Le Cyll listened to the sound of the Nakki's voice, pervading his every thought, drowning it out. She was persistent, focusing on him so much that he could hear her even as he himself thought. What was he thinking about...? He wasn't sure. Something about the sky, he thought. Something good.
The sound of the voice was so smooth and clean. He had heard human speech since he'd been in this wretched place, and he had to say he did not care for it much. It was so vulgar and primitive, to speak with the voice. There were too many pauses in words, in sentences, in taking new breath to begin talking again. The sound of mindspeak was so perfect, so fluid and elegant. It was a form of communication he'd been raised on, and now, he was hearing it again, in the sound of a sweetly humming voice.
It was so nice...
He shook his head, his claws flexing together and gorging deep holes in the soft wet mud. What? Why was he this close to the water? He looked over his shoulder, at where he used to be standing, and a little shock went though him. Instantly, he unfolded his wings, lifting off the ground into the air.
His front paws were wet. That is how close he'd been to that deadly pond and that disgusting, slimy fish. He took the time to snort and lick the water from his front paws as he rose, dipping up to a hundred feet easily before pausing.
He had no idea how he'd gotten there. How strange... He looked down at the perfectly flat water and wondered just how close that damnable fish had gotten to him. Well, at least he was safe from its song up here. He could barely hear it now.
Blinking, gathering himself, he wondered if he wouldn't try something a little drastic. Perhaps that was what he needed to fell this creature - the uncalled for.
He floated up at two hundred feet now, staring idly down at the shimmering lake below. He was relaxed, he noticed. Not like him at all. Quickly, he forced a tense awareness into his muscles, his mind. That song... he would be careful of that song.
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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 23, 2009 16:58:01 GMT -6
Footsteps. Slow and hesitant, but they were still there. He was coming closer. Slowly. Very slowly. Though closer still. She knew he would. He may have already proved himself strong by avoiding her for so long, though by avoiding her forever, he would be as strong as she was. Unlikely and improbable. So he would simply die. Here and now. Already she could tell that he was almost at the water's edge.
Then the footsteps ended. Replaced instead by a flapping of wings. He'd managed to escape to the skies. The pounding of wings already starting to fade as he continued to ascend. He was strong. That fact was undeniable now. However, that only made the kill more entertaining. Calling someone in and sending them to the depths of the lake all within a span of 5 minutes got rather dull. Dragging out the inevitable was proving to be rather amusing.
Remaining still, Seth ceased her humming. The dog was too far away to hear it, anyway. Turning her sights skyward, she was able to see the mutt, suspended in the air. She rarely ever used her other powers. There was hardly ever any need. However, now she toyed with the idea of flying up to the dog and forcing him into the water. An idea which was quickly discarded. He was more at home in the sky than she was.
Instead, she allowed herself to float up to the surface, popping her head through the veil of water. Craning her head, she watched the dog, waiting for him to make any movement. Perhaps he was quick in the skies. Perhaps he would think he could strike her before she struck him. He couldn't possibly know about her. He couldn't possibly know that one bite would send such an amount of venom coursing through his veins. Well he'd know soon enough.
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Aug 23, 2009 19:58:51 GMT -6
Le Cyll took his time, spiraling through the sky without much worry for the slimy fish creature below. He was having a wonderful time. He had almost forgotten how nice it was to fly. But, as with all things that amused him so, he would have to cut his little frolic short on account of more businesslike matters.
He had a fish to flay, and he was already holding off too much.
Vaguely, he wondered about what a Nakki tasted like. He'd had salmon, and it was not terribly bad, but he did prefer mammals when dining. Then, it would stand to reason that while a Nakki was a fish, it was also a horse. He liked equines. They were usually big enough to satiate him, and as bad tempered as they could be, you could go so far as to say he had a gift with them.
So,without further waste of time, he spurred on the appropriate feelings towards this battle - those of an intense hatred towards the Nakki - and dove.
Somewhere along the lines, he actually came to feel the actual impulse of hatred - the burning desire to kill this thing. It came as all "emotions" did to him - not by any form of actual emotional response, but by childish and impudent impulse. As he suspected, this primitive feeling quickly flared up, reaching its full burning intensity, then spluttered out, leaving only the calm cold ashes of what should have been an excitement behind.
But there was no excitement to this, only another quick shot of adrenaline, cool and controlled, as if he had measured out the dosage and medicated himself using such a useful drug.
Two hundred feet. One hundred. Fifty. Thirty. Ten... and so fast that he could only use his instinct to guide him, he locked onto the spot where the Nakki was, making a powerful crushing lunge. Water sprayed like form a fountain, and the white froth gurgled around him as he hit the water, jaws gaping and claws raking up the lake and turning it white with effort.
The fish would be dead, he reasoned. He could not feel it - the shock of the wall of water and the cold of its touch had numbed him, but he was sure. He'd killed it. [/color]
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Post by Iƪƪia on Aug 23, 2009 20:29:01 GMT -6
Seth kept her eyes on the dog as it floated around in the sky, almost acting as if that was all he had come here for. To fly. However, she wasn't naive enough to believe that the dog was finished. So she continued to watch him until he made his move.
It wasn't that long of a wait before he turned his sights downward and dove full force at her. She was right. He was a master of the skies. The dog was descending at such a rate that it was a wonder he managed to stay on target. Amusing. Very amusing. As she watched him dive straight at her, Seth didn't move. She remained where she was, watching him with the same dead eyes that she had been watching him with all along. She had always needed him to come closer. Now he was right upon her.
As he was just feet away, she arched her body in an attempt to spiral around on the dog, and barreled into him. As she felt her hooves collide with something solid, she felt a sharp, piercing sensation in her side. Almost like knives being thrust into her. Perhaps she would have put more thought into the possibility of the dog actually being able to do harm to her, though she was far to preoccupied to find out what the feeling really was. In a vicious manner, she gnashed her teeth in the general area where the dog was, looking for a target to pump her venom into.
As she was occupying herself with causing any sort of damage to the dog, she felt the water shift around her. It was perfect. Precisely what she intended to do. If her venom didn't find it's mark, there was no way he'd be able to escape the whirlpool that was quickly forming around them. The dog proved to be mildly impressive, but she doubted he could breathe underwater.
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