May 2, 2010 - 2:57pm — Harakka
... Letting you assume that Death is soon upon its wing. Up there the wind dances with its frostbitten breath, shedding the tears of a dying element. The sky is depressed. So is this little breeze that flows in your neck, that grand being on legs, whom this colorless bird now have placed its black and glistening eyes upon. This bitter, yet gentle snowfall have merely but tainted this ground with these shades of grey. The soil is as hard as stone under your feet/hooves, and might it even be a bit slippery, down this little path and lake. The wind, the snow, has the mind in their might, and for whatever reason is eagerly forcing one to listen at this silence over this place. A very sad scenery, is what this magpie above your head is witnessing. She is listening to the shallow breaths of yours, curious, awaiting... Prove to her that you're not as computed, as what she may be thinking. Are you heading, slowly pacing, forth to that water to see if you could get a glimpse of your portrait in that soon crystalized mirror?
[interaction, human/deer.]
Isole was not sure if she had
She blinked deep into his eye, as she with only an inch bend her back away from his seemingly harmless gesture, yet she kept her distance still. Ofcourse she would take a very small step forwards right after, to not seem too intimidated. She sort of excused herself in her gaze.
'... Oh, it is I who should thank you, for bringing me the joy of your company...' she said still low, yet with a tone of respect. She wanted to sound more mellow, just to be friendly but it wasn't worth trying. 'There aren't many who chooses to speak to a magpie... Yet I guess that is also why I like being one.' A hint of a weak chuckle. She knew she had changed the subject too quickly. But she also felt that he probably all his life have been pushed with the same questions. She assumed... Yet she was helplessly interested.
'... H-krahh!...' She pretended it was an ordinary coughing or such like.
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The creature blinked back,
This part of me being so difficult to operate.. What was that gesture for? As if I haven't confused her enough already..
Uitleger listened carefully, moving his dislocated leg a bit over the icy covering of the ground.
Why..? Treating him as if he was a person..
"You, too..
A brief awkward pause, his ears weaving about rapidly, as if trying to help with formulating a decent sentence.
prefer not to have conversations?"
He obviously had more to say, still.. couldn't get it out. And odd motion of the mechanism or simply the lack of conversing practice.. One never knew.
"The cold? Even without the candles, I can still help.. If you don't mind..", the stag almost whispered.
[Ah, yes.. *a warm smile* *curiously listens to the songs of some morning magpies in the street*]
This is my favorite RP that
The magpie looked back up at
But really something shone up inside her now that they talked like this... Or started. She thought too much in futurum, and hoped for random sceneries. A bad habit, like daydreaming when one should pay attention to what acutally was going on.
She could start throwing out alot more sentences, but she kept quiet and let him atleast say something. Isole liked this Uitleger, he seemed like a deep soul...
[Uitleger: Oh! Until just a week ago, I had a bunch of young crows and magpies hopping around my street, but I guess they grew up now and moved away.. :c
Serenai: ♥!]
The posture straightened and
The stag froze still, with his mask partially buried in the soggy feathering, while looking at the magpie with his left eye, grasping her following words.
A head..
He sighed inaudibly and made several transparent flames sprout up around Isole, at a considerate distance, so that she couldn't be hurt, yet close enough for the warmth to be sensed.
[Serenai: Mhrr.. Most of the vigour of this rp belongs to miss Harakka.. -v-
Harakka: Corvids usually gravitate towards early mornings and dense vegetation. I used to glimpse a flock of magpies in a nearby park. I hope you'll meet your feathered neighbours again somewhere.]
The magpie stood unmovingly,
he fell to stillness. She looked with a gaze hard to categorize, watching, thinking deeply, talking silent, demanding, confused, or might sad...? A bit of her mind flew away.
Something in the air she apprehended as rather eerie, forced her to carefully let herself kneel down and sit on the powdered stone. The bird bend her neck, without dragging it close to her body, lowered her head a slight to the side, closing her eyes for a while. She literarly hung her little head, numb, on the stiff neck. 'Talk is overrated.' said the raspy, woman voice.
[I'm ashamed for being so distant... ):]
Like a smoothly crooked
The familiar stray of wind declared by curdling the space in the ribcage.
Just a short spasm of sides, before the creature's torn reply.
"Perhaps it is.. But the experience it brings.. whether good or bad.. is priceless."
Uitleger took a pause, as if waiting for his words to land beside Isole, a little something, an idea caused by the sight of the monochrome figure.
"I hope my fire tricks do not annoy.. you.. much.. I'm not quite fond of them myself, but there's nothing else.. I have."
The utterance came out oddly jagged despite the resonant and strong tone of his voice.
[Mm.. I see no distance. -v- And.. You don't have to be. There's so much joy in being shameless.]
The tension around the
Though she looked up at the feathered stag again. 'O-oh...~ No, not at all.' Isole said with polite wave. A bit releaved she turned, for she hadn't been quite sure on what he was doing... Though the very last words he uttered made her react. 'Oh, fire you said?' she repeated helplessly, an act. She chuckled lightly, '...I, I who thought you did something with the air...!' Her tone being very polite and kind, although still a raspy voice.
She held her breath a few seconds, just looking at him, trying to decide what mood he was in. Though staring too long is just uncomfortable, so fast she talked again; '... Is your fire... Always invisible...?' she asked with a slight lingering gaze, being very cautious for some reason.
["so much joy in being shameless", yes true! 8D]
The eyes stared in perfect
All in all, the creature's expressions seemed to just seep from the source and scatter, and vanish, much like insects running astray in tall grass.
"Krr.. I.. can imitate fire to the smallest detail. It just feels right.. for it to have no appearance, and.. preserves some energy."
However, Uitleger's voice was sincere, careful, warm, well.. as warm as it could get while still retaining a significant hoar-frost, the mark of an age.
Though a pinch of fret slipped through some words, it was clearly directed at the "fire tricks".
Isole blinked and bit her
'... Oh...' she uttered lamely. She would have liked to said something of a completely different character, yet, would it be so clever to reveal too much to such a new aquintance? She thought...
The magpie twitched with the head, and flicked with her tail. 'Can you burn yourself?' she asked unshy. '... I-I mean, does your own flame hurt you?', she corrected after thinking she may have sounded a bit wrong. She swallowed and bit together, secretly interested in another subject.
"I've never tried. I've just
He scraped his mask against the earth, considering the idea, letting it roll out of the skull and plop into the windpipe, accompanied by a sound. Dull and fascinating. A tinge that could be heard only by the creature.
The following words were transparent, nonexistent almost.
"Someday, perhaps, I will."
Uitleger's head jerked up, "These are only for you, and for the occasion. It wouldn't.. work.. otherwise.."
She listened carefully,
'... Y-you amaze me...' she nearly whispered. She didn't really understood him... Perhaps she was afraid of the subject. Awkwardly, she turned her a bit, back and forth, chuckling lightly. 'H-how... How did you... discover it, what... Do you do?~' Her black marble eyes glisterned of eagerness.
'Th-thank you...' the magpie whispered very low and soft at the end, throwing it in, uncertain if she should say it or not.
"You're welcome.." The being
The being halfway careened to the side, momentary blindness fixed somewhere at the apex of the sky.
"I may bore you to death, though, with my odd attempt at describing, and all the details.."
Isole rose her gaze in the
Uitleger let himself topple
"At first, I moved the candle fire with my antlers, slightly, just to make your sit comfortable. I got a memory of the flames, and you.. Some sort of connection, that I used to our advantage, so that you didn't freeze on the shore while waiting for me, so that I could get out of the water. I found out that the fire can exist without any perches, as long as I remember it correctly, and it can give you the warmth as long as you allow it to."
Both eyes closed, but the right ear turned forward, in case..
"If any questions, feel free.. Nnkh."
The black and white bird was
'... If I had rejected it while you were in the water,... Would you have... Drowned?' her voice was shattered.
On further thoughts... He might just resemble a god...? Yet she said no more.
"If you had rejected.. the
Hrk. I would have dissolved along with my friend, the dust," he stated plainly, as if it was a usual thing, or.. as if he didn't quite grasp the meaning of such an outcome.
The bird looked confused. Or
She took a risk; '... What are you, really?' the magpie asked after a long pause, with a different tone in her gray voice. She turned more eager and eager every minute, greed of knowing everything. Afterwards, she would always feel ignorant for not ever telling things, rather than asking.
[apologize: just settled down in new apartment! phew. o:]
Like an insect bound to the
He couldn't understand what had been draining him so.
"It's.. We have things in common. And.. I can carry it around on my coat.. and it won't run away..", Uitleger breathed out.
The bird's confusion was well sensed, the creature's coat flattened, hiding the sharpness of frosted hair, revealing the body's angularity.
"I don't know. I'm just.. here."
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Stabbed by the moment, the
She did not knew what to make of it...
She did not knew what to say, what to do.
An inch of an uncertain sort of vibe trailed down along her neck, a scent of a strange panic evolved around her. Yet she was as calm as the scenery...
Isole blinked slowly, gazing downwards. And as, a small something sippered out from the corners of her eye, growing, whirling in the grey air outside. Her light sigh blew along the little black flames from her thin nostrils. The magpie kept silent, and looked up at Uitleger again, questioning, with a face ablazed.
'I'm still puzzled, yet I'll let it be... I have never met one like you before.'
As she spoke, her beeks let out a darkgrey smoke, which vanished in the wind. It had no aura, it was cold.
The neck arched, teeth
His attention was fully focused on Isole, however. Uitleger dropped the execution immediately.
"Your dance is not like that of an ordinary bird, either..", a sharp, jarring reply, the features were still distorted by the recent violent expression.
A note of admiration flashed through.
Isole stared bluntly. In a
So the magpie laid down flat on the frosted ground, resting her head against the dirty ice, very unlike a bird, like a lynx in the grass. Slowly, the little fire in her face merged with the ice, and cracked it gently in small pieces. She had decided to speak no more. Atleast not according to this subject... Her still gaze was pointed towards the silvery water, past Uitleger's hind foot, to the spot where she had located that shiny thing, now whatever it really was. A spoon perhaps...
She enjoyed it like this. The silence. And she did not exclude her companions soothing presence, only the spoken words. Atleast hers...
The being's ears rotated in
His eyes shone through the sockets of the mask for a moment, yet, being presented with nothing coherent, went dim again.
And another mistake of mine..
Which one of the two, I wonder. I had only the power to do so much...
"I have to take a long rest. There's not much I can do while being in such a state. It may only get worse."
As if by borrowing the energy from his last words, the flames had grown.
And she watched as the fire
To answer him, the magpie turned its head to eye him, as she had finally grasped it...
'I see... Take your time then... I'll accompany you...' She said it with ease on heart, figuring if she would be well he would be well aswell. '... If that makes it any better...?' There was a faint smile in the tone of her voice.