Lost in the Haze

[Mora]

Silence. So unusual, so deafening and simplistic. Not a creature stirred this night; no breeze rattled the leaves of birch, oak, and maple. The stars were bright pinpoints in the navy sky, and the yellow harvest moon provided a pale light that filtered through the haunting clouds. The celestial universe provided quite a spectacular light show, if only a soul was here to partake its beauty.

There was a being here, but whether it did in fact have a soul remained to be seen. The creature - was it a feline or a canine? - Wandered aimlessly through the copse, absentmindedly searching his mind for the exact reason he was there. A copse, such a place of isolation, but this hyena-like animal thrived in company, it was his ambrosia. So why did it take his fancy to travel down this beaten bath, trotting through ancient trees and wisps of bushes?

Copse, it sounded quite like corpse. Was that the reason? Death was always on his mind, forever nagging, creating nightmares. The hyena thought himself more powerful than any he had encountered in his life. But Death, he could not beat that; it was an impossible obstacle. All mortals are meant to die, it is in a contract written with blood. But he could not face it; life was too short, death would be forever.

"No, no." He whispered to himself urgently. He would not dwell on the only thing he feared, let his white eyes observe the quiet utopia of the...forest. Soon a wane smile graced his masked face; perhaps the emptiness of the garden was beneficial. The striped Director did not like displaying weakness, especially when there were others about.

On second thought, maybe he would have been happy with another seeing behind the mask....

No! He thought vehemently and reared his head upward, allowing the gentle moonlight to bathe his coat a soft ivory. He was an actor, born on the stage; his heart was for the performance. And what he was, and had been doing his entire life, was to go down as the greatest production anyone had ever encountered. So let him be the charismatic knight, it was a role he loved to play.

With that internal debate – there were too many of them these days! – Settled the male made he way farther into the copse, leaving any possible encounters far behind. The grove grew thicker, rows of apple trees replacing the coarse woodland vegetation. Deep red apples hung from the gnarled branches, beckoning to be eaten. But an experienced eye quickly told the Director they were horribly infested with worms, and he was nowhere near hungry enough for that.

He traveled on until he reached a clearing, an oasis in the formidable darkness. Short grass was the only verdure to be seen, a sea unbroken save for a large quartz boulder atop a sloping hill. His white paws skittered agilely across its surface and his form made a perch on its smooth, cool surface. A pleasant place to spend the midnight hours and collect one’s scattered thoughts.

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Little did the Director know that he would have company tonight. That his thoughts would be interupted.

Her white skin made her glow in the soft light of the moon. Black hair hid most features of her face. Cold grey eyes still pierced through them. Slowly the human-like form steped into the clearing from the safety of the trees in a phantom like manner. It was something out of a fairytale. A small ghostly smile graced her face, mischevious and mysterious at the same time. Hallow eyes seemed to look through his soul. Her taste tonight had run quite exotic.

"Beast of the darkness." cold clouds from her breathe swirled into nothing. Her vioce was ghostly, feminine, and seemed to echo around the Cospe. "Will you come to me?" a bare white hand outstretched beckoned him to come follow her as she took steps back into the darkness. Eerie yet beautiful smile still apparent, she waited for him. No one could resist her invitation, male or female. Or so she thought.

(ooc:I've been waiting for a chance to rp with you, like all the other people I haven't gotten a chance to.-grins-)

[Mora]

What the hell...?

The Director asked himself, caught in a rare moment off-guard. A human? No, she was one like himself. A Marionette, that must be the creature in front of him; the ability of transformation gave her position away. She was quite beautiful, and for a moment he allowed his cunning eyes to drink her in, their calculating stare sweeping up her ivory skin and raven hair. Watching how she moved, so aware of herself, the confidence caused him to smirk, revealing long canines. Hopefully he could match her, play by play.

"I live not for the darkness, fair lady, for comfort I've searched out the gentle mothering of the Moon." He spoke softly, a poet in all but lifestyle. "Yet why thee dare venture in these parts?" The male asked, the question hanging in the chilling air. This place, why would she wander here?

"Fair lady." He paused, measuring his next words. A Temptation, that must be her type, no wonder she possessed such skills of entrancement. "I would love nothing more, but shall we sit and rest a moment? We should talk, begin to understand ourselves," a smile whispered his masked face. To give in would open the floodgates of his mind; an uneasy minefield he had no desire to maneuver through.

{ooc| It's nice to RP with you too. ^^; I'm finally starting to get active I think.}

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Ghostly smile ever present she made her way to him, calcuating every step with beautiful precision. Cold grey eyes fell to the equally cold and grey ground. However they soon regained there former position, fixed on him.

"Knight of the Light." she started, mimicking his title of fair lady but not in a sarcastic or mean way. Her vioce always stayed neutral, not showing emotion or any desire. "I shall take that offer but first....." she turned into her feral form, brown fur replaced what was pale white, black ringed her ankles and wrist. Black hair was still apparent in her new form.



She made her way infront of the boulder and sat looking up at the Director. "What would thoust be doing on a night such as this?" her vioce never lost it mysterious neutral tone and in sliced through the silence like a butchers cleaver. It was sharp and feminine, but still powerful.

[Mora]

He watched as she approached, she was so self-confident. It amazed him, and yet he could feel his poised spine emitting the same mettle. Could they be of the same mind? Surely not, or else he felt pain for her; an Insanity's mind was nothing to aspire to. A question rose to his lips, but was silenced as soon as she began to speak.

The Director flinched with his new title; he was no knight. No gallant, he never saved a damsel nor did he face a dragon's fire. And yet it the name was spoken with no sarcasm, no falsehood; he found himself smiling despite efforts to keep aloof. From this fair creature the inflated title was sweet-sounding indeed.

Hm. So he had been wrong, the lady was no Temptation. Still a beauty, and mysterious as well, a Cannibal then? Her markings would explain that. But a mix, she must be that, for no pure Cannibal he had ever witnessed could move with such loveliness. But so cold! Poor lady, was she hiding behind a mask as well as he? The thought drove him to further this conversation, this elegant dance.

"I, fair lady? Merely basking in the beauty of the moon, night suits us both, I believe. The sun could not contend with the galaxies, nor yourself I decree." The compliment slid easily from his throat, but it was heartfelt. The Director was many things, but he rarely lied to a lovely Marionette.

"My newly bestowed title is more than I could ask, but you may call me Mojesairo, servant to your whims." He inclined his head, never breaking his quiet observation of the female a few feet away.

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He was right, she was a Cannibal with a different side. A side rarely seen. Emotion. Unlike her mother she learned to control these emotions and hide them behind a invisible mask. She had the skill of a Temptation, with the beauty to match.

Prehaps he had not face dragons, jousted with courage, or any of those things but weren't they actors? Born to live in the limelight, to switch through emotional masks and give the audience a show, imaginary or not.

She was indeed hiding behind an invinsible mask. Her emotions and desires all held back leaving a poor girl lost in the cold alone. But one wouldn't suspect that from the act she played. However today it was different, for once she smiled at his poetic compliment. It was only a small glimspe of emotion, and it was quickly gone. Oh what kind of actor was she? She silently cursed at herself.

However the thought was gone, it was in the past now. Hopefully he didn't knowtice her little flash of emotion. "Mojesairo." she courtsied him, using her cape as a dress. "You may address me as Selanthabi."

[Mora]

A mask indeed, did nothing stir in this Ice Goddess? She had not a Temptation's warmth, no openness of character. Mojesairo found himself enjoying her better for it, they were indeed one in the same. No drop of guard from either of them, but that was to be expected. Perhaps soon both of them would drop their guise, but maybe that was to wish for the impossible.

"Now then, beautiful lady, you have not yet answered my question. Why does one so fair search for passage in so lonely a copse?" He did not underestimate her ability to survive; she was as savvy as he. But surely she must thrive off admiration, or at least the gazes of others. Was there a reason for her isolation, and was it similar to his? No, there was no method to his madness.

Ah, a smile! It was a ghost at best, a phantom of joy. But for the short time it graced her features her face was aglow, and his short tail wagged against his side. He was a failure as a Director, not nearly wise or cruel enough. At least, not to females that struck a cord. No Cast would want him, who would ever need him? And yet she seemed content with him, and that pleased him to no extent. Paranoia was a dark side to his nature, and it seemed it was rearing its ugly head.

His eyes flashed momentarily at her curtsey, the gentle use of her cape. Interesting, so much more than he expected from this evening. "Selathabi," he rolled the name over his tongue, tasting it. "An exotic name for an exotic gem."

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Ice Goddess it fit her well. She found herself enjoying his company aswell, he was humble and polite. One thing she couldn't stand was males of a high rank that wanted to be worshipped. Thoughts of that trailed to her son. It was a miracle he was here. His sire was the 'god king' Xerses. Xerses didn't like her type, and she didn't like his. There was rare moments when her emotion side took over her turning her completely out of character. She needed support, attention, someone to be there and she ran into him. That one slip of character bore her a son.

Quickly she came back to earth and climbed the sloping hill to his rock perch. She seated herself at the base of the rock and looked over him. "I was the same as you, hiding away in the peace and quite of the Cospe" She answered. It wasn't quite straightfoward, but wouldn't she lose her mysterious edge? Her grey eyes trailed to inspect the clearing. They quickly resumed there hold of the Director.


"It was my grandmothers name." she stated simply, no reason to give him the whole story, she barely knew him. However if he was to inquire then she would have not choice but to answer.

(ooc:Yes this is crap post sorry. >< )

[Mora]

{ooc| Ah, don't worry. ^^ We all have 'em sometimes.}

Her momentary soliloquy allowed him more time to partake in his favorite pastime: observation. Who was this Ice Goddess, this nervous, cautious creature? Was she always so guarded, or did past experiences create her mask? He felt a nearly dizzying urge to ask her these questions, but the Director held back. He knew better, he had a knack for registering the feelings of others and how to trigger them. As for his own however, well, that was a murky place to visit. Not now, not yet, but hopefully soon they would meet halfway. The thought gave him strength and replaced the fear of disappointment that had harmed him so.

His empty eyes watched her climb closer to his seat; he took it to be a positive sign. At least she was not running in terror, as some seemed to do. Not that he would blame her, hell he wouldn't even chase her. He respected her too much for that now.

The sky was gradually turning light; dawn was a mere three hours away. Soon the hideous sun would destroy the amazing Moon, and the stars would be buried in the sky blue heavens. Woeful times! The night should surpass the day in all things, but no one payed it any mind, all wished only for the day.

He sighed, spending a moment lost in thought before the female spoke again, silencing his thoughts. "I see, are you like me then, finding comfort in the gentle stars?" The question was asked expecting no answer; it hung there in the silence. Dare he delve deeper into her explanation? "Selanthabi, forgive me for being so bold, but why does one so lovely find the need to hide?" There, now she would find him too forward, and leave at once. But now he had nothing to regret.

"Was it? A family name..." Mojesairo trailed off, his voice softening. "Did you know her well?" Family, he never knew any. Perhaps she came from a nice one?

{ooc| I deleted this by accident, sorry. >.> Luckily I saved it.}

[Mora]

{ooc| Are we continuing this? ^^}

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(ooc:Yes I got caught up in a few other stuff I still want to continue. I'm in a bit of a slump right now. I always go through these stages of active then inactive roleplayer. I hate my inconsistant muse. -_-)

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She quite enjoyed the cloak of darkness the night provided, It was a blanket of safety for her. It magnefied her mysterious edge, a maiden lost in the night. Yes it was a very good act and quite usefull to. Many males, Euclides and human found themselves compelled to play hero with this damsel in 'distress'. Most ended up a good meal for her. But this male was different. Was he a loner as well?

She did not dwindle on these thoughts for long for she decided to keep her wits about her. She didn't know anything about him and he may be playing her into a trap. Just play it smart, she thought.

With a small hesitation she answered his question. "I am a creature of solitude, some seek me as a trophy to be won and others as a puppet to satisfy their lusts." Her words were cold and sharp, but she wasn't afraid of admitting the truth. She couldn't hide from it, and she knew it.

Finally the next question gave a gleam in her eyes, a sign there was life instead of a cold empty shell. "My grandmother taught me everything I know of being a Marionette. I was named after her because she wanted me to be her pupil." Her grandmother had been a Cannibal Marionette, she had taught her how to bottle up her emotions. As a young cub her emotion side was most apparent but she quickly learned how to keep her emotions to herself.

[Mora]

The sky continued to pale, bringing the birds out singing their tunes. Awful slaves to the sun, did they not know the majesty of the night? Momentarily Mojesairo was blinded by his Insanity - a part of him he strove to quell - and he shook his head. Soon he would need to escape the light's blinding glare, would she accompany him? He dearly hoped so...

But for now, what was she speaking of? His ears pricked foreword, catching the gist of her words. Poor creature, she was wise to hide if that was the attentions she raised. But that was not right! A lady so lovely should not have to hide, not like him. No, she was not like him. Not completely anyway. "You do not strike me as one who could be won so easily. But for your past troubles, please take my apologies." He paused and frowned in thought. "No one deserves to be used."

Used, he was used once. Such a long time ago, how had it happened again? More importantly, why was he dwelling on it? He should not think of it, the pain was still ripe in his heart.

The male dropped his reverie and replaced it with a small smile upon seeing her features light up. This grandmother, she must have been important, still must be important, to Selanthabi. "She must have been intelligent." Raising one so cunning, it would have been a strange occurrence otherwise. "I never knew my family," he said simply with a shrug. Cliche, but true.

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(Would you like to continue? When I'm behind on paging I feel like I'm banished from this place. o.o I'm odd like that.)