Aries Sivo
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Post by Aries Sivo on Feb 18, 2013 1:38:03 GMT -5
Aries breathed in the late winter air. She was slouching in a very old chair, pulled up to a crumbling window. The opaque glass in the panes had long ago fallen out, leaving jagged glimpses of the trees outside. Light fell through in strange patterns, the dust motes swirling through the air, visible in the weak winter sun and disappearing as they reached the shadows. Aries followed them with a hand, disturbing them and making patterns in the afternoon sunbeam. The light haloed her hair, giving the white-blonde strands a luminescence that was not repeated anywhere else - the light made her look faded, drawing deep shadows on her thin and pinched face, under her eyes, making her look even more skeletal.
This wasn't her home, her asylum, but she treated every disregarded and abandoned house or prison hers. Aries liked discarded things. The torn floorboards of the old house were comforting to her. She had taken up wandering again, leaving the safety of her east coast hospital and shuffling around to ghost towns. She was now making her temporary home in a small, abandoned farmhouses. They weren't her favorite. Too calm. For now, though, it would do.
Her bony knees were drawn up to her chest, her dirty toes gripping the edge of the old loveseat. She didn't know where it came from - probably what was once a living room - nor did she care. The very idea of wondering about it at all had never occurred to her. She let her hand drop down the side of the chair, the sleeve of the straitjacket obscuring her dirty hand. Her other hand was tucked between her legs and stomach, hugging her body. It was almost peaceful. The only sound was a vague rustling from outside as the wind blew through the trees, and a hollow whistling as it found the empty places in the house. It might have been cold, but Aries did not feel it.
There was a disturbance, but Aries did not look toward the sound. It did not register that she should be worried or perhaps even curious. She continued to stare out her window, unconcerned, unblinking.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 2:12:48 GMT -5
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Madness He could feel it. It seemed to be oozing out of the earth into the air. Infecting all that was around to breath it in. Intoxicating, To Trust there was nothing more dangerous than the madness that dared to fill the earth. It seemed like just yesterday when the world was in danger of being swallowed by madness. To be consumed into the mouth of the beast. Becoming a world of hate, lust, darkness, pure madness. They were lucky, the Students from his prior him came and 'saved the day'. But did they really? Or did they just prolong the inevitable? The madness that threated the earth was still intensely strong. And it seemed more and more were drinking from its cup in order to receive its power and try to conquer the world.
Trust was an odd one. Though he was a rouge weapon, a demon weapon. He still wasn't one to cling to the madness for strength. The madness was blinding, and he had already taken a sip from that Chalice, all it brought was pain and suffering. No, Instead Trust intended on keeping a calm mind, and riding the world from this madness, by killing everyone who could take advantage of it. To must this might not have been the sanest thing. But to trust it was the only way true peace could be achieved.
Trust walked slowly down the dirt road. His body covered in a dark black robe, coated in dust and dirt from his long travels. The hooded male kept his face low, the hood over his robe casting a shadow over his face, his sunburst eyes glaring at the dirt beneath him as he march forward, His breathing heavy. The madness was starting to take a toll on him. He needed to rest. He needed a place to meditate so he walked. His legs carried him towards an old farmhouse.
The farmhouse had definitely seen better days. Glancing up at the old rickety house he could tell most of the windows were missing. The paint on the wooden walls chipped, A few holes in the roof. This would be the perfect place to go and find a place of solidarity, or so he thought. As Trust grew closer to the once cozy house he could feel it. A very.... Odd presence. One that almost screamed of insanity, beads of sweat began to run down his forehead. The madness was just too much, with a slight wince the male's eyes slammed shut and he was taken away. Taken to a distant land, a land of hallucinations and nightmares, and a land he was way to familiar with.
As the male's eyes opened they were covered in a slight haze. He could see the male in front of him. The person he knew best in this world; his brother. His brother was slight shorter than him taking small confident steps towards Trust. Trust stumbled back, lifting his hands and letting the leather gloves he wore rub at his sore eyes. He knew it couldn't be real. This couldn't be his brother, but.... It looked, it felt, it had to be real. As Hope grew closer he reached out his hand, just before Trust could reach out the image contorted. Hope's mouth pulled open and seemed to swallow it's self. From the darkness of his mouth a hand reached out grasping firmly at Trust's neck. He couldn't breath, what just happened.... Madness
Trust fell to the dirt road. A cloud of dust rising around him, settling slowly on the black robe as the male gasped for air. His eyes shut tight as he tried to wish the hallucination away. After a few minutes that dragged on to feel like hours Trust pulled himself to his feet. Slowly stumbling towards the house. Taking one caution step after the other. His hand reaching out, firmly gripping the nob and the door simply fell inward, hitting the wooden floor with a slam and causing a mushroom cloud of dust to go air born. Trust coughed lightly, his mind buzzing as he looked around. He needed to meditate. He stumbled into the living room and froze. Someone was there. Was it another Hallucination? Or was this fragile looking girl real?
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Aries Sivo
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Post by Aries Sivo on Feb 18, 2013 17:32:47 GMT -5
The dust motes scattered, violently disturbed by the movement of someone who wasn't Aries. A small cry escaped the waif-like witch as she snatched at them, but the quiet and stillness of the room had been broken. She turned slightly towards the newcomer, lowering her legs and resting her arms on the sides of the chair, not unlike a queen on her throne, albeit a dirty and discarded one. Her blood red eyes stared through him, and she reverted to her previous position, curled up with her knees pulled in and her shoulders hunched, looking wholly unbalanced in physique. She was very real. A dirty hand went to her mouth and she began biting a fingernail absentmindedly. She tilted her head to the side and mumbled something, as if she was speaking to a person nearby, but there was no one else in the house. She turned away, back towards the window. The branches were shaking in the wind, and Aries uncurled herself to stand up and press her hands against what dirty panes remained, staring out at everything and nothing.
She didn't seem to care about the person who had just walked in. Why should she? She knew she possessed powers that would devastate any human, ripping them apart in seconds, spilling their blood on the floor. She hadn't spilled blood in this house yet, and her fingers curled against the broken glass in anticipation. Aries did not search out people to kill - it wasn't a hobby. She enjoyed blood. It was the root of her magic, a life force, a source of energy. It wasn't her fault people died when she needed it. It's their fault for not having more.
For the first time, she became interested in the other presence in the room, but not overtly. He was an insect that had crawled into the room, a shiny thing that held her attention for a moment before she turned away and walked past him, out of the room. There were whispers on the stairs she wanted to listen to. She hoped this man didn't bother her quiet. She could tell he wasn't a normal human - the heavy weight of madness was indicative enough - but if he bothered her further he would have to leave. Aries had no time for him. She paused, halfway out the door, and turned to look at the strange man who had walked in and disturbed her quiet. Mph.
The whispers curled at her ears, and she turned to the empty air next to her, listening. Wordlessly, she crossed to the wall opposite the window, covered with peeling wallpaper, old and dusty from neglect, and began ripping it off in slow, long strands. She had notes to write herself. Biting at her fingers sharply and enjoying the iron taste that filled her mouth, Aries began making confident strokes on the empty, white walls, filling it with writing in a language that only she understood, an untidy, bloody scrawl in sharp lines and woozy circles that reached high up the wall so that Aries had to stand on tiptoe to complete the symbol. It was unclear what she was writing. That is, unclear to anyone else.
As she wrote, focused on her task, Aries began to hum to herself, happy in her work.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 23:00:44 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
The male's bright eyes watched as she stared at him... No, through him. This girl wether another hallucination or real didn't even care bout his existence. In fact as she muttered to herself and turned away from him it was quite evident that she probably didn't even know he was really there. Like that feeling you get when you feel a presence but see nothing behind you. You know someone... or something is watching you, but hidden in the shadows or another world. The thought of this caused a small smirk to purse his lips. It wasn't everyday people treated him this way. In fact it was slightly refreshing that he was the one being ignored rather than the opposite.
He stood there silently, he could feel her power. As she stood up and moved to the mostly vacant window frame he knew she was real. Not only that but she was powerful, a possible candidate for an alley, but even more likely so an enemy. But there was no time for that. He could feel his very sanity crawling it's way out of his mind and into non-existence with each passing second. If he didn't find a place to meditate and refocus himself, he would be lost forever. His still hooded head turned, looking oer the sunlight room. It was damp looking, years of mildew and dust growing onto it as if it were part of the house.
The movement from the girl caught his attention once more. His sunburst eyes following her direction as she moved past him. Staring at her carefully as she stared back. It was as an eerie feeling. He imagined what this is what it must feel like to actually see a ghost. A empty gaze, and haunting presence... Insanity. Trust turned, his breathing was now heavy, his eyes half glazed over. He took a few steps into the living room she just left. He wouldn't bother her if she didn't bother him. He just needed a place to rest, but could he trust her enough to do so? Doubtful...
The sound of shredding paper filled the eerie room. The male's moving stilled, looking back slowly. His shadowed face curiously peeking back at the haunting female. What was she doing? Why was she tearing the wall paper off? He watched her movements carefully. She seemed to be absent minded, yet entirely focused at the same time. He teeth gnawing at her finger tips until the crimson liquid spilled onto her pale lips and she began writing. Trust's eyes widened as he watched. This woman was truly insane. She belonged in a looney bin. It made sense as he reexamined her stained dirty clothing. The writing was ineligible, some foreign language possibly? More likely just things she was making up.
Trust lightly shook his head. He didn't understand her, but more importantly he didn't have the time to try to do so. Is own sanity was a stake. Threatening to leave him for another, threatening to move to a far away land where he could only be left with himself and the darkness in his heart. The dark figure stepped forward, sitting down in the middle of the dirty with his legs crossed underneath himself. His hands slowly tucked into his lap and his black eyelids slid shut.
The darkness closed in. His mind slowly started to ease. All that was left was the sound of her finger scraping against the wall, He could smell the blood. But after just a few moments even those were a faint memory. He was left alone in the darkness as his meditation began. The madness slowly started to seep away, and the sanity began to drag it's self back into his mind. His breathing was still, as if his body had stopped working. He man sat there quietly, as his mind retreated to a safe place. A place of darkness, a place of peace. Only a faint hope that the girl in the other room would simply forget he existed for the time being.
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Aries Sivo
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Post by Aries Sivo on Feb 18, 2013 23:55:15 GMT -5
Trailing her finger down the wall in mid-thought, Aries turned away from the wall, slightly. The man was sitting down. She hadn't invited him into her house, and here he was making himself at home. Her eyes narrowed and she turned from the wall, letting her fingertips drip blood onto the floor. Silently, moving as quietly as a ghost, she crossed over to where the man was, sitting herself down opposite him, a good five feet away. Aries pulled her knees to her chin, tucking her arms below her legs, a favorite sitting position of hers. The sun went behind a cloud, and the house settled into strange coldness.
Why was this man in her house? A whisper on her right suggested that he was a witch hunter, but it was joined by whispers wondering if he was simply a traveler. He hadn't attacked her yet, after all. Aries turned to the voices, listening to them debate amongst themselves. She leaned forward, grasping her toes with bloody fingers, studying the man in silence.
She had never seen his like before, but she hadn't seen many things despite her long life. His skin was red, like blood. Unlike her own - so pale. She took her fingers and drew long lines on her arm, thoughtfully. Had his skin always been like that, or was it a product of his lifestyle? Had the blood he shed dyed his skin? She wanted to ask, but the quiet was intoxicating. It seemed unnatural to break it.
Instead, she stuck her fingers in her mouth, tasting the blood and damp, stale water on them. Another thought struck her - why was this man meditating in the middle of her house? Couldn't he do that somewhere else? How invasive. She was starting to grow impatient. His very presence was agitating her, which was not unusual. Aries disliked company, preferring to be on her own, unless it was with her sister witches. She found their boastful nature and silly in-fighting humorous, although they could be tiresome. They left her alone unless they needed something, which suited her fine. It livened up her usual routine, which usually included killing the unfortunate few who wandered into her path or strangling small animals. A break from routine was good for the soul - as they say, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy - or Aries a dull witch.
But first, the matter at hand.
Drawing her fingers from her mouth, strands of saliva and blood following them, she said in her quiet voice, "Leave." In the silence of the house it sounded much louder. Aries didn't have to say anything else, really. She didn't feel moved to talk much to this man. She didn't really want to know why he had felt the impulse to come in. She wanted him to leave, and so he should leave. It was as simple as that. If he didn't hear her, she'd just say it again. She was too apathetic to start a fight right now. Aries didn't avoid fights, nor did she start them. If other people attempted violence she simply killed them. It was too much work for a lengthy fight, anyways. She always felt tired after them. If he wanted to start something, so be it, but mostly she just wanted this tiresome human to leave her alone. There were rabbits nesting in the basement that were still alive, and she had been looking forward to remedying this.
Wait, a voice nearby whispered into her ear. Maybe it was prudent to ask why he had intruded. Sighing and nodding at the small whisper, she looked displeased, but agreed. "I suppose you're right," she told it quietly, mumbling into her shoulder, before turning back to the man. "Why are you here?" Aries said, staring at him with her disconcerting gaze. No, she wouldn't tell him why she had asked so suddenly. She owed him nothing. She turned back to the voices, face obscured in her wild, unruly hair for a moment, speaking quietly to them. Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? He must leave! He must leave!
Hush, now, I am talking.
We don't like him. We don't like him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 0:40:04 GMT -5
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The darkness was soothing. He could feel his soul already calming down, as if the madness was a poison being sucked out of his blood stream. Relieving him of the insanity and returning him to his 'normal' state of mind. His heartbeat echoed in his head. As his mind cleared up a picture was painted. A clear blue sky, with soft clouds slowly sailing across their canvas, a quiet field, the pedals of grass gently dancing in the gentle breeze. A few trees of in the distance, shivering slightly as small animals played in their homes. Peace This was true peace, his place of tranquility. A small smile crossed his lips; he could almost feel the breeze.
Leave.
The image surrounding him shivered in a fit of static. Someone outside of this world, outside of his mind, was disturbing his peace. He didn't allow himself to think about it. He didn't allow himself to go back just yet. His eyes remained closed as in his mind his lifted his arms. His hands grasping at the wind that blew past him as if a phantom hug. His mind hummed in a gentle buzz. The madness continued to escape, to be pulled from his mind as the peace intoxicated him.
Suddenly the image slightly flickered again. He could hear faint murmuring. Someone, or some ones were talking outside. It seemed they didn't want him to have his peace. They wanted him back in the real world, it seemed they didn't even want him there actually. As Trust allowed himself to think about whom might be talking to him the images started to fade away. The Busy trees slowly vanished. The blades of grass slowly coming to a halt before fading away, the clouds decomposing, the blue canvas fading to black. Trust was left once again in the darkness and started to become conscious of his surroundings. The cool aura in the room; the faint presence it was all so… haunting. her
"Why are you here?"
He remembered. It was that ghastly girl from before, the girl who painted with her blood and muttered to herself, the girl who previously looked right through him. It seemed she now recognized his presence and didn't really like it. The male slowly opened his eyes. The bright iris stared deeply into the woman's eyes. His eyes were cold. They showed a million emotions all wrapped around hate. The more one would look into his eyes the more one would see a mess of confusion and disorder in his soul. Yet he didn't care; He liked it that way, it was what motivated him.
The male took his time in answering. He was in no mood to fight this woman; in fact he didn't care much for her presence either. If she wanted his attention she would have to prove herself to him. But he wasn't going to be rude. He did just walk into her house and sit on her floor without saying a word after all.
"To Meditate...."
His voice was... Interesting. The tone was gentle, yet matter-of-fact like. It wasn't that he was trying to play games or mess with her. She asked a question and he answered. If she wanted to know more she would have to ask. He didn't see why he would have to spill his whole life story to her after one question. So he sat, and waited for her response. The dark figure was cloaked in a gentle sunlight as the sun began to peek out from the clouds. The dust in the room began to settle around them as he watched her carefully.
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Post by Aries Sivo on Feb 20, 2013 0:58:13 GMT -5
If his eyes were cold and hateful, Aries's eyes harbored Insanity and terrible cruelty. She met his stare evenly, apathetically. Madness was nothing new to her. A twisted soul did not frighten her, although it did make her curious in a small way. Aries stared right in to his eyes, unblinking. The hate in his eyes only served to make her angry, deep down. He had no right to feel persecuted. He had broken into her house and now he had the gall to look upon her so coldly?
Aries felt her face split into a mirthless smile, lips cracked and caked with dried blood. "Heh." How pathetic this man was. Aries raised a hand to her face to try to shove the laughter back inside, to keep it in, but it broke through her fingers and she couldn't help but double over, shaking as peals of giggles echoed around the empty room. She couldn't help it.
"Why come here?" Her face was split in a grin that nearly stretched the length of her whole face, yellowing teeth bared. "Why are is he meditating here?" Her tone was cold, but the grin remained on her face, and she put a hand in front of her smile as if she was bashful. "We don't want you here," She said. "Go away." Her smile would have been beautiful if it had been on any other face. Aries made it eerie and grotesque.
With that, she staggered to her feet and gave the strange man a look down her nose, clasping her hands behind her back. "Strange that he'd want to meditate in our house," she said to someone next to her that plainly only she saw. "Why meditate at all?" She began walking around in a circle, behind the man in a slow arc. "What must he focus his mind on...?" She reached the old armchair and slowed to a stop, turning her red eyes on the man - or rather, through him. "We won't warn you again. We don't want you here." Yes. Aries liked to be alone. she was very protective of her isolation. The other witches left her alone and generally didn't care about her, and she felt the same way about them.
A whisper by her foot sensibly pointed out that perhaps this man wanted no trouble, but simply needed a place to rest for a moment. Aries bent down to listen, but frowned, the smile evaporating in seconds. Aries didn't want him here. The whisper urged her to ask him again. What if he was no threat? What if he knew nothing about her, and wasn't there to attack her like so many had tried to do? Aries straightened up again, but did not face the man and instead went to the wall where she had scrawled her cryptic notes, touching the now drying blood with healing fingers. "No, no, you're right, best not to be hasty," she said slowly, "we don't want trouble. Do we? No, no, not today..." Aries returned her attention to the man. "We don't want you here, but if you convince us, we won't be angry." She hadn't blinked in a very long time. "What can you say that will ease us? What is it you want?" She asked, softly.
"If you answer wrong, we'll get angry," she added, idly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 13:22:58 GMT -5
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Trust’s sunburst eyes stared carefully at the woman. The insanity fumed the roam, more so than her terrible odor. Even as the male stared at her it was more than evident that she was insane. She was completely unstable, but he wasn’t one to jump to assumptions so quickly. He needed to test this thought out, if it was true she was dangerous, and he doubted she would be his ally to bring peace if she truly was insane. His thoughts were only acknowledged as she began to laugh, it seemed as if she was trying to hold it back, a seemingly innocent tone on her face. But the laughter and the look she gave. She might be far from gone.
As the girl began to speak he knew he was right. She spoke of ‘we’ and spoke to others as if they were right next to her. There was no question, this girl wasn’t just taking sips from the madness, she was drowning in it. Yet, she wasn’t a Kishin egg… If that’s the case then she must have been a witch. He could feel just from her stare that she was powerful. How powerful exactly he was unaware. But he knew she wasn’t just a normal insane girl who made home in some abandoned house. Because of this it would make sense if she was a witch. And if that was the case it would be best if he remained silent and let her sort things out a bit.
The male’s bright eye followed her, his body was still as if he were a statue. He wasn’t petrified. He wasn’t even afraid, even if he should have been. He was more so…. Curious. She had peeked his interest, which was hard for many to do. Who was this girl? What drove her to insanity? How big of a threat was she? There were so many questions, but the answers would have to wait just a little while longer. Pushing a witch isn’t always the best idea, especially if that witch is already off the edge.
Once the girl’s attention was back on him after speaking to her ‘companions’ he tilted his head slowly. She had just gotten done with talking about ‘not being hasty’ and ‘not wanting trouble’. This girl was confident that was for sure, maybe as part of her insanity, maybe because she really was powerful. Either way Trust decided to answer cautiously, in a way that he would be able to receive the answers he was looking for as well.
”I think we are similar… I have come her to escape the hate in the world…”
The male’s voice was firm, yet held and edge of gentleness. He figured if this woman was all the way out here and by herself, she wanted to be alone. Telling by her clothing she escaped from a Looney bin a long time ago and was maybe looking for a safe place. He hoped this were true, if he could find a side to convince her that he wasn’t going to hurt her this would be much easier. Of course he kept his own guard up. He couldn’t let his journey end now, not when there was so much left to do.
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Post by Aries Sivo on Feb 27, 2013 22:41:03 GMT -5
Aries looked surprised. "Similar? We are nothing alike," she said softly. "Do you think I am here to avoid hate?" Her red eyes gleamed. The whispers were silent. Aries did not have these moments of clarity often, but when they did come, they were in short, terrifying bursts. "Do you think I am here to avoid the world? Why would I do that...?"
The pale witch crouched on the fronts of her feet, knees touching the floor, sitting serenely and still. "Hate is such a strong force, you know. It moves people in interesting ways. It governs my sisters more than they realize. It drives war. It moves men to kill and hurt and torture. With the right push, an honest man will murder another man, purely out of spite. It's intrinsic. Don't you see?" Aries placed her hands in her lap. "Hate is a force of nature to be harnessed. Why would I hide myself from the hate in the world when it's so interesting? The petty problems of small people interest me," she said, once more hiding a smile with a hand. "I am solitary because I enjoy being alone. It has nothing to do with hate, or avoiding it. I enjoy it too much for that." She tilted her head, and once again her eyes became unfocused, staring through the man as if he was no longer here. As quickly as it had come, the moment of clarity was over, and Aries began rocking back and forth. She no longer saw Trust as a threat, and the whispers were back, moving around her head, still suspicious of the strange man, but calmer now. They were getting bored with him, urging Aries to do something else. She was a busy witch, after all.
She stood up, as if she didn't remember what she had just been doing, and wandered over to the wallpaper and began pulling strands off again, this time on the wall where the door was that Trust had stepped through only a short time ago. She didn't want to write anything, this time, but instead simply wanted to destroy something. Aries liked the sound of the tearing paper. It curled at her dirty feet in ribbons.
"You aren't scared of us," Aries said, still facing the wall. "He isn't like the other humans. Has he met my sisters? He'd like them," she said dreamily to herself. "He'd like them. Unless he met them. They aren't very nice," she giggled. "He'd like them unless he met them," she chanted again, walking out of the room and flouncing down the hall. "He'd like them, he'd like them, he'd like them," echoed down the hall, an auditory trail for Trust to follow if he wished.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 22:43:42 GMT -5
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As soon as the female began to speak a small twisted smirk had crossed his tattooed face. It worked, maybe not initially as he planned but his job was complete. The witch in front of him was willed with emotions due to his words, and with that he was able to understand her more clearly and what kind of role she could play. The more she spoke it became clear that she was clearly thinking, if for once since he first saw her. This was something she felt strongly about: The power of hatred and using it to your advantage. Trust felt the same way to a certain extent, but she seemed too much more focused on the hate rather than the peace.
Trust watched her carefully, his entire body sat still as his eyes watched her. Suddenly her eyes were gone, back to ‘normal’ as if staring at something in the distance. Even if this witch did have the same ideals as him, she was much too insane to keep around. She wasn’t stable enough to serve his purposes. So the question now because was she a threat, would he eventually be lead to kill her like a lamb lead to the slaughter? Or would she be fine to leave in her own little world?
Watching as the girl continued to tare paper from the wall he shook his head. This girl was completely lost. She was more like an animal than a person. Doing things just for a sensation rather than for reason or purpose. Trust slowly stood up, his own interest in her fading; until he heard her speaking of others, her ‘sisters’. It was clear what she was talking about, other witches. Suddenly he found himself intrigued once again. She might be insane, but she wasn’t alone. She knew where the other witches were and was a possible source of information for him. Plus, she couldn’t be completely insane if she kept the other witches around and they were able to handle her. As she walked off slightly chanting in her own insane natured he slowly followed her. Letting his dusty black robe trail along the floor as he walked down the hall.
As he walked he looked around, seeing the faded pictures on the wall, the amounts of dust. It was completely obvious now to him that this girl was just like him in the fact that she was a stranger to this house. She never lived here. Maybe she happened to come across it in her insane wanderings or was here to meet another witch? It wasn’t clear, but it was clear she hadn’t been here too long. This filled Trust with hope. If this was true it was possible that the answers he was looking for were closer than he expected. He turned the corner into a room that he thought she went into to look for her. If he was lucky then he would find at least a few witches he could hunt out. Maybe one of them would be good enough to be his partner. Maybe it was fate that the madness would attack him only to bring him here to meet this witch. Maybe Fate was on his side, maybe it was fate that he completed his mission in bringing peace to the world, even at the cost of so many lives.
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Aries Sivo
Witch
Sheep Witch
All these things that I've done, terrible things
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Post by Aries Sivo on Mar 7, 2013 19:59:02 GMT -5
She was standing very still, staring at the floor, not moving, her chest moving imperceptibly. The witch was standing with her heels touching the wall, palms flat against the cracked and rotten wallpaper. When the strange man walked into the room, Aries's eyes flicked up and followed his movements, but he became boring and she allowed herself to look at the room. She hadn't been in this part of the house yet - it hadn't captured any of her interest so far, but now that she was here she rather liked it.
The room was very small, possibly once a bedroom, with pale mint-colored wallpaper and a small closet. The door was broken, laying on the floor, and the interior was full of weeds and plant growth that had creeped through the broken floorboards. Aries walked over and pushed her hand into the dark soil, feeling it crumble through her fingers. This house had been abandoned for quite a while for the floor to be as desecrated as it was.
"Why did you come here?" Aries spoke, breaking the stillness. She turned her red eyes on the strange man once more, the light from a cracked and dingy (but intact) window falling on her and making her look even paler than she already was. "What do you want?" To escape hate was a very flimsy excuse, and Aries couldn't accept that. The whispers didn't buy it either. The only people Aries ever saw were other witches who needed something, or the luckless humans who stumbled into her clutches like flies to a spider. This man did not give off the same feeling as the helpless who surrendered their life to her, and Aries was becoming more upset that he was in her space when she didn't desire company.
She straightened up, giving the man a curious look. "My name is...Aries," she said, tilting her head. Aries was certain that had not always been her name, but she could no longer remember how she came to call herself that. The other witches called her that, so that must be her name. "Who are..." She began to ask, but Aries trailed off, her eyes becoming sharp and focused once again. She brushed the man aside and went to the window, putting her palm on it. There was a small bird, fluttering on a branch that scratched at the glass. Without flinching, Aries thrust her hand through the glass, breaking it into shards that fell around her feet. She withdrew her hand, arm dripping with cuts caused by the shattering of the window, bird clasped tightly in her hand. Aries bent her head, face covered by her wild hair, and put her other hand over to make a small cage of her fingers for the bird. Its wings beat against her hands, but Aries stared at it in wonder, as if it was the most exciting thing she had ever seen. She made the cage smaller, circling her hand against the bird's wings so that it could not escape, and turned around, but looked as if she was surprised to see the strange man, as if she had forgotten he had been in there as well.
"What are you still doing here?" She said, suspiciously. "We want you to leave." Her grip tightened.
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