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Post by doreyg on Oct 22, 2008 10:20:05 GMT -8
One might note a girl on the outskirts of the village, she's really too old to be called a girl but there''s something vaguely childlike in her eyes and her general shape is still small, even if all the villagers know Mors the occasional youngling will still slip out, she doesn't seem to mind.
Tonight she is just sitting on a stone, watching the stars.... There might be a man in the village, old and staggering with a bout of illness but that is neitehr here or there, he won't die for an hour yet and until then she is free.
And the shadows are rather long tonight.... No completely good girl would go out on such a night...
But Cora isn't a good girl, and doesn't tend to attract many good girls.
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Post by ombra on Oct 24, 2008 18:03:05 GMT -8
Nox is where Dark (Ombra) was, until now. Nobody should know that she's coming back to the heart of Elementis, and nobody does know; there may be signs for those with vision, but Dark has a way of occluding even the clearest Sight. There may be a priest or priestess, devoted to Lucient, who has been able to read the sudden dappling of light in one of their rituals and say, Ah. SHE is back. There may be a priestess of priest, secretly devoted to Ombra, who hears the call in their blood, and smiles, Ah. SHE.
But who cares, right? Those're the underlings. What they do in their off time is their business. The important thing is this:
Mors is sitting on top of a stone. The stone is tall; is humped. The stone is beside other stones; standing stones. The stones cast long shadows, since it is a night of long shadows and no moon and many, many stars. And since Death is lurking on top of the stone, looking at the stars, Ombra appears there. Really, she appears; she sort've coalesces out of the shadow, into this lovely girl of moonspun flesh and starry hair and eyes as dark as her heart, as the shape of her desire. She walks her hands up the stone Mors is sitting on and, quiet, watches Mors' profile for a second, two. Then:
"Boo." Beat. "What are you looking for?"
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Post by doreyg on Oct 25, 2008 12:06:53 GMT -8
Mors doesn't jump, she simply swings backwards and forwards a little before leaning back completely, her head dropping to just in front of Ombra's except in a more... Upside down pose.
Yes, she is now hanging almost completely upside down on the stone with her hair almost touching the ground and her ankles locked, she doesn't show it off much but Mors can be flexible.
"Waiting for" she replies with a faint smile "it's a deathly night tonight, you can watch if you want."
Well, it's a nice offer on Mors's terms.
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Post by ombra on Oct 25, 2008 12:57:40 GMT -8
Ombra is inscrutable. Really, truly -- inscrutable. The gentle curve of her mouth is a mystery. Men have tried to kiss it into a revelation; women have tried, too. Thus far, those who have been successful? Number: 0.
"Oh," she says, soft as a whisper. She traces the line of Mors' jaw with her finger. The smile takes on that dark rake's edge which belongs to her, and her alone. "What's going to happen?"
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Post by doreyg on Oct 25, 2008 13:06:13 GMT -8
Mors's smile becomes something slightly different at Ombra's touch, what type of different isn't apparent but she doesn't exactly move away... Mors and Ombra could be said to compliment each other, together with Ares they are the darkest (no pun intended) trio of powers... War, Death and Darkness, a terrifying thought.
Death and Darkness by themselves are almost as terrifying.
As proved by Cora's next words "Old man, he's ill but a wardrobe will fall on him and crush him...." Pause "Unless you have a more inventive way?"
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