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a torrid love affair. - Miin - 07-16-2018 Mid Freeze, 1174.
Miin is reunited with the Blood Falls. When we last left our decrepit conjurer, she had been no further north than the Portal. However, many months had passed and the slow, steady pace of her hooves finally brings her north of the Pinnacle. The travel pace was slow and the path erratic, leading to her spending many weeks to travel the distance any normal inhabitant might cross in a few days. Still, she is here. For now, the witch remains largely cloaked in the shade of the evergreens, her coat a sickly pale white and limbs thin - so little stretched across far too large a body. Her dark eyes shine in the darkness with manic glee, however, when they fall upon the crashing, crimson waters. This is a sight Miin has not been able to see in several years. "Ah, crimson waters return," she says with excitement causing her teeth to chatter more than the winter chill. "Vourib must be back too. Good, good." Her eyes dart about the small clearance of bank without trees before she darts outward, her body moving impossibly fast for one so old. For the first time in our journey, Miin appears spirited. The mare hops and skips along the ice coated shores, cackling with a sickening glee from all her maws at differing times and tones. The cacophony of laughter echoes off the trees and peaks, the volume unmonitored. After all, not much approached Miin. She was frail in appearance, but certainly not one that most would willingly draw near to. As her figure bursts from the shade of the trees, we discover a secret not yet known by our readers. Her body begins to shine and glimmer in a myriad of neon colors, almost as if she were made from broken glass of various objects. The colors distract from the odd proportions of her body and only mildly from the mess of noise spewing from her. Of course, being Freeze, it is too cold for her to wade into the waters. After sufficient, child-like excitement, Miin stops by the shore and coos at the river of blood. "Ah, Miin is so happy you are back, precious," she says with delight from one maw. "Did those nasty thieves taint you, precious?" another asks. "" so use your fingers, darling, and tear away at the restraints they call the body. it's the temporary things that rip us apart, for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. Miin For @Korri I left open incase someone else wanted to join. :) RE: a torrid love affair. - Korri - 07-19-2018
@Miin RE: a torrid love affair. - Miin - 07-19-2018 Hello!
Fast, like a cat swiping its paw after a buzzing fly, Miin's head turns in the direction of the new arrival. All four of her eyes narrow into threatening daggers as she look through the pink mist of the falls toward the source of the noise. A boy, perhaps, though supple like a female, causing the demented maiden's mind to swirl. His body is covered in a thick pelt, much thicker than her own, and he is short. Definitely shorter than her. Probably shorter than most, almost like a child. Contempt in her eyes fades into something less menacing, though just as disturbing. A sick interest is taken in this new... puzzle. Miin's maws open into a smile, misplaced next to the still oddly violent expression on her face. Do you live here? Miin seemingly ignores the question. "Hello, fluffy," she renames the boy suddenly, caring not what his true name was. She steps closer toward the ledge upon which he stands above her, squinting to try to make out more details about the creature against the pallid light of the winter sun. "What brings you to see the precious, hmmm? Did you miss her too?" Then, as if distracted, the witch turns her head back toward the crimson waters. The fuzzy thing on the ledge could wait. She wanted to see her beloved bloody waters. For a moment, she is perfectly still and calm. The sound of crashing waves soothes her enough to remain still and quiet, but it is short-lived. Remembering the second question asked, her eyes lazily roll over to the boy high above. She attempts to keep at least one eye watching the churning, violent waters a few feet away. "Miin lives here, fluffy one, yes she does," the old hag croons to him sweetly from one of her maws. Then, quickly, another barks in a sharper tone of voice. "Though, she hasn't lived within the crimson waters for years, not since those filthy, no-good sunstealers took them." A hissing noise escapes the third, and her face turns black with malice for just a moment. Then, she turns her face completely up toward the pegasus. Her eyes are empty voids, and the smiles plastered on her lips look anything but happy. "You're not one of the nasty thieves, are you fluffy?" "" so use your fingers, darling, and tear away at the restraints they call the body. it's the temporary things that rip us apart, for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. Miin RE: a torrid love affair. - Korri - 07-20-2018
@Miin ooc// I love her ;__; RE: a torrid love affair. - Miin - 07-22-2018 If the elder mare notices his fear, she gives away no hint toward such.
After all, Miin has become used to the look of horror and sick fascination in the eyes of others. Many, many years ago she may have been quite the beauty, but with each unfortunate death, her figure twisted and stretched more and more. Her faces split and grew. Horns sprouted from her crown. The color of her coat began to change in the light of the sun. The corrupt air of the Rift transformed her into this creature, so slowly the mare never noticed its effects, for countless deaths had worn down more than just her youthful frame. Sun stealers? he asks, though her ranting continues for a bit. He takes a cautious step forward, and Miin makes no such attempt to close their gap. She picks up on his questions, though perhaps not consciously at first. Her mind boils in vengeance and hatred, thinking back to the day that nasty filth came into the Rift and started taking what they liked back to their home. Miin cared little for Kisamoa, but she had to admit he did well destroying those tricksy buggers and the land from which they came. Her smile grows darker as she thinks to answer his questions. "Yes, fluffy," she starts, her maws chattering with displeasure and chill. "They took the crimson waters, the colorful salt pools, the emerald mazes, the swirling islands - they took them as if they were theirs. Murdered our Gods, too, fluffy." She spits into the frozen earth as if a bad taste caught in her mouth. From the satchel tied about her neck, a card emerges. The card pulsates with an ugly, crimson light and it soars through the air to hover by Korri's face. The image scrawled on the surface of the card is a tower, aflame and crumbling, with the runes of "XVI" upon the top. The card floats harmlessly for a moment before the image starts to change. Shadows of equines with horns and wings can be seen. The first appears to flicker with sparks and darkness, black and white, but little else can be made of his figure. The falls can be seen as they bend and tear unnaturally through time and space, and within the crimson waters floats the dismembered head of a massive bear. From below, a hiss escapes the maw of Miin. Similar atrocities can be seen with the lands described, with a black dog mangled amongst bamboo under the light of the moon. A gleaming shadow of light and fire dismembers an alligator in a pool of rainbows, and lastly a massive shadow stands over a tiger broken and bloodied on the rocks below a cliff. The card then flickers back to show the tower image, falling in tight curves toward the leather bag at Miin's shoulder. "Kaos made them pay for it, though, fluffy," she coos up at him, delight painting across her face. "Kaos killed those no good thieves and destroyed that land of traitorous filth." Laughter erupts from each of her maws with surprising force and volume, only to stop suddenly. "They were called Helovians, fluffy. Now they are trapped here in the very world they tried to murder and destroy." She looks at him with narrowed eyes, turning her body toward him, inching closer with frail steps. Her neck curves and turns about like a snake, reaching for her prey. "Are you one of them, fluffy?" "" so use your fingers, darling, and tear away at the restraints they call the body. it's the temporary things that rip us apart, for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. Miin RE: a torrid love affair. - Korri - 08-02-2018
@Miin RE: a torrid love affair. - Miin - 08-02-2018 Korri skitters like a frightened rabbit atop the cliff, but Miin is preoccupied in her rage and distaste, filling the imagery on the card with all sorts of violent emotion.
The boy peers over the edge, his face small, delicate, soft. The crazed maiden's eyes twist and twirl, skimming his flesh from a decent space, her maws opening to breathe in the air wafting down. Feminine, like a rose protected by thorns, that is what she senses. Her eyes narrow again, looking at the soft boy and then she cackles. "Ah, I see, I see," she says quite flatly, surprising for one normally so emotive. No, but I'm looking for them. Another hiss comes from the direction of the odd unicorn, displeased with his quarry. "Seek not those rotten thieves, fluffy," her voice is sharp and dark, like a knife pressed against your ear drums. "They are not to be trusted, definitely not." The rest of his words become like a giant blur, brief impressions of whatever he was originally saying. Korri. History of this place. Why are they allowed to be here? Miin begins to hum, her brain a flurry of activity with no outlet, and she turns her face toward the golden boy on the ledge. For several seconds, she is completely still. Her face slackens, eyelids drooping around those endless pools of black. A sudden snap of activity tugs her lips to malevolent grins. "Sure, fluffy, come stand by Miin," she coos, turning to look back at the falls as one of her maws screeches with intense volume. "Miin will take care of the little orphan boy." A giggle, childish and almost sweet, escapes the other pair of mouths. Backtracking, the elder mare begins to sway back and forth on her matchstick limbs. Like a skyscraper built on flexible joints, waving ceaselessly in the wind. "Their home was ripped apart, fluffy," she begins, thinking how best to describe the utter nothingness that was formerly known as Helovia. Her voice is surprisingly calm and quiet, though a sadistic purr underlies the otherwise placid words. "So they were pulled into the Portal - just like you, fluffy, just like you." "Have you ever wondered, fluffy, what comes after death? Miin can tell you - she has been dead many times. After death there is a big expanse of nothing but serenity; time expands and dilates, swirls and jerks about you. You feel no pain. You feel no sorrow. You do not know loss. You just are. For how long? You cannot tell. "Waking up is the painful part, fluffy. Breathing air so sharp and cold into your lungs. Feeling those old emotions, so powerful yet too distant to resolve. Being dead is easy, fluffy. It is living that is hard." Gleefully, she smiles, looking back toward Korri with all the intensity of a freight train hitting a wall at full speed. "And that's why they are alive, fluffy," laughter chokes her throat for a moment, her heart filling with sick delight. Hacking, the crone finally settles enough to finish speaking. "They are alive so they can feel every loss and every emotion. They can see the familiar lands stolen by greed and stupidity, and remember all those distant things with painful clarity." "May they never know the bliss that is death, for she is too lovely for them." "" so use your fingers, darling, and tear away at the restraints they call the body. it's the temporary things that rip us apart, for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. Miin [ ooc - Let me know if you want me to change Miin looking into his past. :) ] RE: a torrid love affair. - Korri - 08-02-2018
@Miin ooc// all good! RE: a torrid love affair. - Miin - 08-04-2018 You have died?
Miin ignores this inquiry entirely, too wrapped up in her diatribe about lady death. The soft steps bringing the plush body closer and closer, her maws snapping with each word. Closer and closer toward the aged, broken maiden. His wings fold and so he is trapped on the ground with her, at least for a few seconds. Goodwill given toward a mad woman known to be a predator. Though, for the most part, she may be harmless. A soft purr is released from her lips as Korri explains his reasoning for finding the Helovians. Her eyes, heavy lidded, turn to look at his delicate features. Intoxicated with malevolent glee, the elder mare cackles with brilliant delight. "Oh, I see fluffy," her voice is sultry and smooth, starkly contrasted to her former shrill voice. "You want to punish them." A sigh, fragile, so terribly fragile, escapes her lips. "Yes, fluffy," she turns back toward the crimson waters, the glass beads of her mane clinking eerily. "Death is a sweetness, an escape from the horrors and injustices of the living." Her voice breaks down into a series of callous and harsh laughs, before her faces take on a darker shade of ill intent. "Besides, fluffy, once you kill something, you can't really play cat and mouse anymore," she says, watching the brilliant crimson waters with all the intensity of a hurricane crashing against the beach. "Cat and dead mouse just isn't as fun." "" so use your fingers, darling, and tear away at the restraints they call the body. it's the temporary things that rip us apart, for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. Miin RE: a torrid love affair. - Korri - 08-17-2018
@Miin ooc// Thank you for the thread! :) |