Foxy
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Mohave Deraith
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Foxy
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Post by Foxy on Sept 5, 2014 12:27:51 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"]
Quickly, absentminded, she brushed her fingers through her auburn hair. 'Stay close,' he had told her. Like he could tell her what to do, as if she would actually listen to him. She had never really done such a thing and she didn't intend to ever start doing such a thing. So when she had said 'yes', they both knew she meant 'no'. She always did mean no. It was a lot easier to disagree and rebel than to lower your eyes, shut your mouth and do as you were told. It was not the disagreeing itself which was bothering her at this very right moment. The fact they were at so called speaking terms bothered her. They always used to be close, even despite her attempts of pushing him away, but now.. Her thoughts faded away. She couldn't even think of words that could describe the way she was feeling. Let alone she could say it out loud.[break][break]
She stood up, gathered her belongings and glanced at the mirror. Her eyes looked hollow; it did her no good. She forced a smile. 'Be funny, be cunning, be brilliant,' she told herself. She would tell herself almost every day. She needed the encouragement: there was no other way she would make it through the day and the even longer night. So far she had lived a life filled with harshness. Most of the time the world was a cold and merciless place and she had felt lost and lonely for many years. She had never met her parents, all she had left of them was a small medallion with a picture of a very young woman. She assumed it was her mother: she could see the resembles in the fiery color of the hair and she seemed to have the same fierce eyes: mirrors of a temperament none could match.[break][break]
That was all what was left. A picture and, of course, her name: Mohave. Not that many knew that name. As she had grown up she had learned it was better to be not known at all – and if you had to tell them something you did lie. So, by know, most people knew her as Foxy. Jack liked to call her fox's cub, or Lady Foxy. Not that she was much of a lady. Not at all. She knew how to deceive a man's heart with her body, not with words. She knew how to play desires and a bit of other emotions, but she always kept it superficial. None had ever broken through that mask of face value wisdom and happy lies.[break][break]
Till she had met the jackdaw. Of course she had lied to him from the very beginning. Telling him she were twelve, that her father had sold her and that she would do whatever he would tell her to do. She knew how to obey orders – she just never did. Seemingly effortless he had pierced through her soap-bubble of shiny lies. Told her she was a pretty little lair – no older than ten and perhaps even younger. And when that first lie had burst, the others had easily followed. Way too quickly he had noticed she was streetwise, too clever, too cunning for being just a cub beaten too many times. He had always noticed she were more than she pretended to be. She had loved him for it, she had hated him for it and at last she had deceived him with it.[break][break]
And so it had become. The fox and the jackdaw.[break][break]
She turned away from the mirror, checked her belongings and left the building. As usual she didn't wear many clothes. A short jeans and a cropped top. She hated clothes and if it were to be her choice, she didn't wear them at all. But out on the streets such a thing was a dangerous game to play. Men already noticed her too soon, looked too much. They knew, as she knew: she could be an easy prey to catch. That was why she had grown in to the habit of looking over her shoulder. She trusted no one, doubted every word said to her. Life had taught her and it had taught her well: trust will get you killed. And even if you might survive, you can make sure you will be used as well abused; kicked inside out till there is nothing left of you.
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Post by Ninthe on Sept 20, 2014 21:41:01 GMT 1
Ninthe strolled through some streets she had never seen before. She felt her bow tapping against her thigh, but deliberately choose to ignore it. Her bright green eyes slid through the avenue and she stroke, lost in thought, through her chocolate brown hair.
She had no idea what she was doing here. During her huntingtrip she just found herself here; you could almost say that she felt drawn to this place. She could almost feel something extraordinairy.
This unknown village had some fascinating buildings and - even more appealing - some interesting people. Half an hour ago she sat on a tree stump just staring at the crowd. Every single individual seemed different, unusual.
Out of nowhere, it seemed, a skinny girl with auburn hair and remarkable eyes, appeared just a few feet before her. She froze for a bit, but a few seconds later she started walking again, with a short distance between her and the unknown girl. From her point of view, the girl seemed to be an interesting character. Automatically, her left hand reached to her bow and touched it. In her experience, the most interesting people were also the most dangerous. She saw the girl glancing over her shoulder and a split second later, Ninthe wondered what her story would be like.
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Foxy
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Mohave Deraith
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Foxy
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Post by Foxy on Sept 24, 2014 11:29:16 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"]
Perhaps it was a distant sound that caught her attention. Or maybe it was just her being her usual self: too aware of everything surrounding her. Whatever it was, it caused her to look over her shoulder. Just quickly: nothing more than a casual turn of her head. She got a glimpse of fierce green eyes and for a moment, just a heartbeat, she hesitated. Then she focused her attention back on the road again. When she had left the chambers they were staying, she didn't have a real destination in mind. Now she decided to go to the market. It was usually the most crowded place in town and something told her, her guts perhaps, that she could use some cover. Although, she considered, she always felt like she could use some cover.[break][break]
The market wasn't hard to find. After all the whole place wasn't very big and it was hard to miss something so obvious. Easy to find didn't mean, however, it was really crowded. Oh, yes, there were enough people around. But crowded was just a word to great for something so small. Nimbly she stole an apple from a nearby stand. Of course nobody did notice anything: by now, stealing did almost come as naturally to her as breathing. The fruit tasted quite sweet for the season, but the girl couldn't really enjoy its flavor, for she still felt watched. Perhaps she should turn around again, see if she could catch an other glimpse of these shimmering green eyes. Perhaps she should hide in the shadows. Perhaps she should look for Jack. Perhaps she was just being superstitious and the girl had left her alone a long time ago.[break][break]
Too many insecurities and just one real solution: the girl who listened to the name Foxy turned. She was still there: all green eyes and chocolate curls. She was pretty. Not in the way Fox was pretty: the girl with the green eyes was more of a young woman, she didn't look hunted by ghosts of her past and long years of too little food. For a she knew she could be some prominent young lady – in hunter's clothes. It was hard not to notice the difference between them: the girl was probably a hand taller than herself, well-clothed and well-fed. Also doubtlessly well-mannered. So, why on earth and his seven moons, would a young woman like that follow a girl like her?[break][break]
Foxy cocked her head aside, like a curious bird would do. 'So, who are you?' At a glance the question would seem like an easy one: superficial. But the once who would look deeper, thought further, would realize it was anything but shallow. It was a question with many answers so the reply could tell a lot about a person. Perhaps even more than they would be willing to share. It was a good question in Foxy's opinion, although, in all likelihood, there would be people who would contradict such a thing.
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Post by Ninthe on Sept 25, 2014 14:09:25 GMT 1
The unknown girl seemed a bit nervous from behind, so Ninthe made sure she kept a safe distance between them. She had no idea where the redhead was going, but in her opinion, a location didn't really matter.
Her left hand still stroking her bow, she started wondering what kind of person the girl would be. The redhead was skinny, which meant she wasn't rich or didn't really have a home. Considering her clothes, she expected both. Not that Ninthe had a real home or something similiar: she, her sister Noëlla and their friend and masterthief Michael, lived deep within the forest in an old, abandened wooden cabin, located next to the big river. Living within the woods had its privileges though: the river and the great forest were filled with life and life means food. A good thing that she was extremely skilled with her bow: she never felt hunger.
She did, however, miss people. When she was younger, she was always surrounded by a crowd of human beings: from family members to nobelmen to strangers. She and her triplet sisters were never alone and she loved that. Ninthe came from a wealthy family where she had always felt happy, fortunate and safe. Their parents loved each other and their triplet daughters so much, that she had everything she wanted.
Her perfect little life, though, was torn apart years ago, during a raid on their home. She called it 'the darkest day of her life', given the fact that her parents were brutally murdered and Nina, her other sister, got captured. But she managed to cope. She could close the pain off and she could cast the memories away easily now. She had found her strength within Noëlla, Michael and in herself. That was her greatest power.
The redhead turned around, with a curious glance in her eyes. Ninthe peeked down for a second and she saw an apple core in her hand. She smiled softly. She hadn't noticed her buying it, which meant she was as good as thievery as Michael was. This made her even more interesting.
'So, who are you?' the girl unexpectedly asked. With Ninthe's bright green eyes, she studied the girl's appearance: her young face was pretty, in an unexplainable way. Then she realised her eyes made her so special: gold, with small reddish dots, filled with an unknown, heavy history.
'Ninthe.' She smiled again.
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Foxy
RP Character
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Mohave Deraith
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Foxy
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female
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Post by Foxy on Oct 2, 2014 11:05:05 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"]
The girl was at least one hand taller and three years older than the small foxy girl. At least. Nonetheless she had a friendly couple of eyes and a gentle voice. Foxy knew better than to mistake this kindness for softness. She hadn't failed to notice the bow on the hip of the girl, or the strong, fierce look which was hidden in the depths of her eyes. It would be a miscalculation to consider this girl nothing more but a teenager. Foxy was quite sure she had the live-experience of a young woman and she should be treated like one.[break][break]
So the young fiery head showed a small smile to answer the one the brunette had given her. 'Ninthe it is then,' she muttered under her breath. She shrugged, for a moment her eyes wandered away before focusing back on the young woman again. 'Foxy,' she answered the unspoken question. It was an easy conclusion: people expected you to answer with your name if you had the guts to ask them theirs. And most of the time Foxy liked to follow these unspoken expectations. Not because it would make a good impression, on the contrary, on the whole people excepted some rebellion, any kind of bad behavior – especially from her. So Foxy rebelled and she had never felt the need to live past these expectations. She knew fairly well that Jack couldn't stand this attitude, but oh well, she guessed it wasn't in her nature to please. Not really – and not him.[break][break]
Suddenly she focused her attention back to Ninthe. 'You said you were going, where exactly?' This time her voice was sharp, almost provoking. It was hard to miss the silent insult: why are you following me? For a moment, nothing more than a heartbeat, Mohave's golden red eyes flamed with an old hate, an anger usually hidden. Then the moment passed and she was nothing more than a young girl, barely a teenager and a long time from an adult. And yet, without a doubt there was more to her than what met the eye. She was young, but also a child of the street, she had seen things which would have scared more fragile souls into hiding. She had done things no child should ever have to do. But she would not talk about them. Never.[break][break]
'Treat me on breakfast, perhaps?' she suggested, with a faint smile around her lips. Foxy didn't really expect the girl to agree – why would she? But it couldn't hurt trying. After all she was kind of hungry, the apple hadn't been really satisfying, and if the brunette wasn't going to pay her breakfast, she had to see if she could find another generous giver – or stealing something other to eat, of course. Or find Jack. Her eyes drifted away, searching for the one person she was sure she wouldn't find here. Or maybe she would – without giving Ninthe the chance to answer, she fired an other question: 'You didn't happen to came across a young man with black hair and steel blue eyes, right?'
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Post by Ninthe on Oct 2, 2014 18:23:14 GMT 1
'Foxy,' she heard the redhead say before she could ask her the expected question. 'Foxy,' she repeated surprised and she smiled gentle. She had never met anyone who's name fit them that perfectly. Foxy did look like a little fox, with her reddisch curls and golden eyes - yet she wasn't convinced that Foxy was her real name. People had a million reasons to change them and the 'why' was useually a very personal and - sometimes - painful question. Ninthe never changed hers, though. It reminded her of her happy life before it got ruïned.
Interested, she glanced at the girl again when the readheads attention wondered off for a second. She could almost hear her brain cracking and spinning and Ninthe was really curious what she was thinking about. Foxy seemed small and harmless, but she could see in those fierce looking eyes that she could be dangerous. Physically not very strong, but definitely skilful and intelligent. Clever.
'You said you were going, where, exactly?' she asked sharp, almost accusatory. Foxy's eyes flamed full of hatred, just briefly, and the reddish dots seemed to shine like bloody pearls. The moment passed and Ninthe asked herself if she hadn't imagined it. She shook her head lightly.
'I never said where I was going.' Her voice sounded sharp too, but not accusatory or provoking in any way. She just wanted to show her that she’d heard her silent insult.
'Treat me on breakfast, perhaps?' Amused Ninthe stroke through her chocolate curls. An unexpected request, but before she could answer, she fired another question at her. If she had seen a young man with black hair and steel blue eyes. 'No,' she said headshaking. 'I didn't come across anyone like that. Are the two of you... together?’ She had no idea why she was coming to that conclusion: perhaps it was the expression on her face or the way she described the colour of his eyes. It was very specific.
‘About breakfast...' Her lips curled a bit, refusing to forget about that strange request. 'Sure, why not? You seem nice and I've been hunting last night, so there's enough meat. I also -'
She knew the little fox was a little master thief herself, but she wasn't sure how she'd react on stealing from farms in the East, so she decided to play on safe. -' and I also bought some bread and eggs this morning,' she finished confident, like there wasn’t any hitch.
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Foxy
RP Character
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Mohave Deraith
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Foxy
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Post by Foxy on Oct 3, 2014 22:06:10 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"]Ninthe's answer was the same as the aura surrounding her: strong yet gentle. She didn't snap or try to provoke like the little fox had done, but she wasn't afraid of standing up either. It was an answer full of self-confidence but without the lack of respect which Foxy's question had had. She stated she wasn't afraid to take the freedom to go where she wanted to go. Something a girl like Mohave only could respect. So instead of giving in to the desire to give another too sharp answer again, she let out a small smile. Not particularly friendly, but without a doubt respectful, even a bit pleased perhaps. Nevertheless it was still a distant gesture, almost cold, as Foxy wasn't letting her guard down, not even for the slightest bit.[break][break]
However, the second reaction of the brunette made the little fox snap once again: 'No,' the reaction came without a moment of hesitation. Foxy made a swift step backwards as if she hadn't realized until now she had closed the distance between them for the conversation's sake. She had already opened her mouth to explain her short answer, but then also realized she didn't own this young woman anything; an explanation least of all. 'I just wondered.' She stated finally, a stern look in her blazing eyes. The young fox realized she should have known better. The streets had, indeed, learned her better – and yet, once again her mouth had been quicker than her mind and every thoughtful thinking ever done. So if she got herself burned, she would be the only one to blame. Figuratively speaking, that is, for she still had to came across the fire that could harm her.[break][break]
Ninthe surprised her by stating she would take her for breakfast. Suspiciously Foxy looked at her, while the girl stated she had enough meat and bread to share. Even the well-trained ears of the little redhead had trouble to notice the slightest hesitation in here voice. Normally she would have reacted on it, but now her wary mind was somewhat confused. If Ninthe would have been a man, or a boy, she would have suspected some kind of trap. Moreover, she would be certain the breakfast wouldn't be for free and she knew fairly well what the price would be. But there was, probably, nothing which she had to offer to a young woman like the brunette in front of her. Even after a full minute of thinking she couldn't conclude anything else than Ninthe was just being gentle – and demanding nothing else than her company.[break][break]
So Foxy cocked her head aside, let her marvelous eyes wander before smiling again. This time it wasn't a reserved smile at all: it was wonderful and shiny and full of mischief. It was the smile of a young fox which had found something it desired and now had successfully stolen it. It was the smile of a magpie showing of his shimmering gems in front of the original owner he had robbed minutes ago. It was all wrong, but it was a stunningly beautiful kind of wrong. 'You realize I would probably cheat you out of your food and hide it somewhere you will never find it again, right?' Although her voice was a bit teasing, it got a more serious undertone: an unspoken warning. After all she wasn't the one to be trusted, but that didn't mean she would abuse an honestly given offer without a warning. And maybe, just maybe, she could plainly sit down for once without conceiving any mischief at all. 'But I would gladly accept your offer, m'dam,' she replied with another, still distantly amused, smile. [newclass=.strawberries]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/5vbnry1sp/Foxy_1.png); width: 500px; height: 400px;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/c7qt1s4ux/Foxy_2.png);width: 500px;height: 400px;opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -moz-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -o-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss:hover]opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.inspring]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 24px; margin: auto; padding: 20px 20px 0 20px;[/newclass][newclass=.cherries]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10px; margin: auto; padding-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.summerwine]padding: 0 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: "Verdana"; font-size: 10px; height: 303px; width: 450px; overflow-y: auto;[/newclass][newclass=".summerwine b]color: #75030b;[/newclass] |
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Ninthe
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Post by Ninthe on Oct 4, 2014 11:02:39 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","stag"] [attr="class","stag-text"] Ninthe
[break] the Huntress [attr="class","stag-textsmall"] | Name: [break]Born: [break]Looks: | [break]Ninthe [break]end of spring [break]chocolate-brown wavy hair, bright sparkling green eyes and an hour glass figure |
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Foxy's first smile, meant as a respectful gesture, was unexpected: not particularly friendly, but a bit sympathetic at least. Yet her smile felt like a thick and almost indestructible wall, like she wanted to keep her as far away as possible. It was self-protection and she didn't blame her for that. In this world, misplaced trust could mean a knife in the back. It could mean pain, and in the worst case scenario, death.
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Her nearly kind smile faded away quick after Ninthe answered her question. 'No,' the redhead said with a resolute tone in her voice. She sounded almost mad, like she was offended, like Ninthe had called her names or just had a fight with her. She saw the girl with the auburn hair step back in silence, so Ninthe decided to answer her breakfast-question.
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It took Foxy almost a minute to decide if she wanted to come with her and Ninthe realised that the girl must have gone through so much to be so scared of saying 'yes' to a strangers' impulsive offer. Again, she did not blame her, as she had been through so much herself. She could relate to the little girl, who seemed just as life-experienced as she was. It felt unalike, though, as if her experiences were a lot different, but just as cruel.
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'You realize I would probably cheat you out of your food and hide it somewhere you will never find it again, right?' The unspoken warning filled her voice, Foxy dared her to speak out - '...but I would gladly accept your offer, m'dam.' An amused smile again.
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Ninthe suddenly hesitated. She definitely wasn't afraid of getting her food stolen. It was easy for her to get new meat, so that was absolutely beside the problem. The problem was the girl, who knew herself quite well. With her unspoken warning, the redhead stated she could not be trusted, that she could be dangerous, probably in a clever way. She wasn't strong, but the way she looked around her, the way she moved, the way she spoke, suggested that you shouldn't mess with her. On the other hand, someone tricky like that made life interesting. If she could handle her sister Noëlla, who was the most selfish and difficult person she ever met, she could probably deal with her.
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With her left hand, tapping on her bow, she spoke. 'If you would, then I would just go hunting again. I’m quite good.' The hesitation she felt lasted no more than a blink of an eye, but she was quite sure Foxy had noticed it. Someone like that, would probably never miss those signs.
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With an inquisitive wave of her hand, she asked: 'The forest boundary is nearby. I stored my stuff there. If you would like to come with me...?'
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Foxy
RP Character
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Mohave Deraith
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Foxy
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Post by Foxy on Oct 6, 2014 8:41:05 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"]Ninthe's hesitation was almost untraceable, but like the changing of the wind, Foxy sensed it in the air. For just a moment the brunette was over thinking her words. So my warning had hit its goal, that is a good thing, the girl mused. Perhaps now she would take her words back and do the sensible thing: walk away. Than Foxy could resume her quest to find the jackdaw and keep herself out of... Of what really? Why was her whole soul screaming to back away? Although she was quite sure she wasn't in harms way, not even in the slightest? Foxy locked eyes with the brunette again, wondering why she was afraid of things she couldn't name. Perhaps because the girl had a sense of home around her? Maybe because she looked more strongly rooted than the young fox ever had felt? Even though the brunette was probably a wanderer herself, as she did hunt for her food.[break][break]
In the same moment that the young woman decided to answer, the ginger girl lowered her eyes. So the words came by surprise. The words were strong, even filled with a bit of pride. Mohave could almost hear the hidden smile behind this statement. It was why she looked up, and once again she could hardly hide the suspiciousness she felt. She had expected Ninthe to back away, like most people did. After all she wasn't much more than a stray cat with nothing to give to anyone. And everyone knew that strays were the most dangerous, because you never knew when they would go wild. Nevertheless the young brunette had said yes and offered her now to follow.[break][break]
Foxy made a quick calculation: the forest boundary wasn't too far from here, but nonetheless far away enough to disguise a trap. There was a good chance no-one would hear her there before it was too late. Thus, for the very first time, the redhead genuinely wondered if the girl, Ninthe, was being anything more than just kind. Perhaps she was dangerous and perhaps she should stay here, inside the relative safeness of the small town.[break][break]
Mohave focused a long intense look in the green eyes. She tried to find out if there was more to the question, more to the young woman than she had noticed before. Her answer came slowly, well-considered. 'Of course.' Foxy was well aware of the fact she was blowing hot and cold: letting the girl closer the one moment and roughly pushing her away the next. It wasn't really socially acceptable behavior, but it was the only behavior she knew – and it was the only thing that had always truly protected her. She took a deep breathe and swifted her focus quickly from the green eyes to the body-language of the girl, while she carefully finished her sentence: 'After all I got nothing to loose anyway, have I?' Foxy was confident enough to be sure she would notice even the most minor change in body-language. Even things which others would find unessential wouldn't escape her keen eye. If the girl was trying to lure her in some kind of trap, she would know – and the huntress would become the hunted. [newclass=.strawberries]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/5vbnry1sp/Foxy_1.png); width: 500px; height: 400px;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/c7qt1s4ux/Foxy_2.png);width: 500px;height: 400px;opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -moz-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -o-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss:hover]opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.inspring]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 24px; margin: auto; padding: 20px 20px 0 20px;[/newclass][newclass=.cherries]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10px; margin: auto; padding-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.summerwine]padding: 0 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: "Verdana"; font-size: 10px; height: 303px; width: 450px; overflow-y: auto;[/newclass][newclass=".summerwine b]color: #75030b;[/newclass] |
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Ninthe
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Post by Ninthe on Oct 11, 2014 14:00:33 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","stag"] [attr="class","stag-text"] Ninthe
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Ninthe studied the little fox. She seemed utterly surprised by her invited – and why wouldn't she? Ninthe thought while she locked her green eyes on Foxy. In this world, it wasn't the state of affairs to offer a stranger an invite like this, but to be honest, she never cared that much about what was meant to be the measurement, the ordinary. Ninthe loved a little adventure and she believed the redhead could give that to her.
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Foxy looked up suspiciously after her answer. It took a few seconds before her slow respond came: 'Of course. After all, I got nothing to lose anyway, have I?'
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She couldn't help it: an amused smile left her lips and her eyes sparkled in her sockets. The girl was extremely defensive and protective and she kept warning Ninthe that something bad might happen if she would betray her in any way. Before she could stop herself, she reacted smiling and a little teasing: 'trust me, I am not a serial killer. Come on.' She made a friendly gesture towards the boundary and started walking.
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'Do you live here? In this village?' she asked curious, as she looked into her golden-reddish eyes. 'I've never been here before. It's a nice little town. Beautiful architecture, a lot of fascinating people, but it's crowded as well. A bit too crowded for my taste. I like a little more... serenity.' She silenced for a moment, as she thought of her home in the woods and the people she loved most. ‘You mentioned someone earlier. The steel blue eyed man. Who is he?'
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Her curiosity became the better of her. She wasn't meant to be rude in any way - but she couldn't stop her tongue from speaking out. Ninthe wanted to know more about this village she had never seen before. She wanted to know more about the girl she was about to give some of her food too. It was pretty much in her nature: her eagerness, the need to know. Some people said it was a bad characteristic. Most people did not appreciate when asking a lot of questions, but she never saw it in that negative way. Being genuine interested in another persons' life, that's how she saw it. Knowing why someone would react the way they do, knowing their pain and their sorrow, but also their joy and strengths. Being aware of what they love and what they hate, what they admire and desire, what they fear and what makes them grief. Briefly worded: knowing all the good and the bad stuff. It could build some amazing and everlasting friendships. The risk, however, lies in the other possibility: creating a dangerous enemy; but she trusted her instincts. The golden-eyed girl would not become her foe.
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Foxy
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Mohave Deraith
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Post by Foxy on Oct 17, 2014 9:24:08 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"]Ninthe seemed to be rather amused by her reaction, an amusement that not only formed a smile around her lips but also lit her eyes. Her reaction was carefree and even a bit teasing. Obviously she didn't mind her hostile attitude. Well, perhaps she did mind, but she didn't take it as seriously as the little fox did take herself. Anyway she didn't seem to feel threatened by it. Foxy wondered why. Perhaps she just wasn't impressed by the threats of some skinny girl – she probably shouldn't be. Perhaps she just understood where she came from. What she had been through. Whatever the reason was, it was treated with kindness instead of refusal. So it wasn't a hard decision to simply follow the young woman. Kindness was a seldom gift in this harsh world and it should be treated with respect and thoughtfulness, even Mohave knew these things.[break][break]
Nevertheless she didn't relax for a bit when she followed the brunette. Her ever-wandering eyes were always registering her surroundings and her sharp ears were always listening. For the moment she was focused on Ninthe's question. 'For the time being.' She had, or actually they had, arrived some time ago. About two weeks she guessed. They would stay for some time, maybe a month, maybe a year, but probably no longer than that. They would leave, without a doubt. At least, she would leave. For a moment she was plagued by a vision of Jack, marrying some beautiful blond farming daughter and settling down. She shook the thought off as ridiculous but couldn't get entirely rid of it.[break][break]
The green-eyed girl got her attention with some ramblings about the town. Something about architecture – whatever that might be. It were however here very last words that truly got Foxy's attention: 'Crowded?' she repeated. She almost turned to motion in the way of the market, if it hadn't been for the fact that they couldn't see the market anymore. 'Crowded?! Where have you been if you find this place crowded? It is one of the smallest towns I have ever seen. It barely deserves the name of a village.' She sucked in her breath sharply, realizing she was almost shouting. She couldn't say why she had reacted so harsh, but most likely it was because she was amazed. And it had been a long time ago since someone, or something, had known to surprise her.[break][break]
Her other question made the little fox turn her red golden eyes away. Automatically she shut the girl out and her presence became harder again. The answers she considered did go from rude to downright hostile, but for once she managed to keep her mouth shut. Breath, she remembered herself. The young fox concentrated herself on her lungs and on the air. She took her time to temper her anger and gain control. After maybe half a minute she felt calm enough to manage a more gentle reply: 'He is a friend of mine.' Naturally she avoided the word 'close' and the fact that she loved him. She also didn't feel the need to mention that the were sort of fighting and barely spoke to each other. Well, aside from the fact that he just told her to stay somewhere and she just left whatever the place may be. Of course she would give it try to put a fight up about this wandering-off in particular – everything for a bit of his attention. She knew she was behaving childlessly, but she couldn't keep herself from it.[break][break]
'Do you have a lover?' She put the question up out of nowhere, and focused her eyes on Ninthe, looking at her intently. [newclass=.strawberries]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/5vbnry1sp/Foxy_1.png); width: 500px; height: 400px;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/c7qt1s4ux/Foxy_2.png);width: 500px;height: 400px;opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -moz-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -o-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss:hover]opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.inspring]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 24px; margin: auto; padding: 20px 20px 0 20px;[/newclass][newclass=.cherries]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10px; margin: auto; padding-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.summerwine]padding: 0 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: "Verdana"; font-size: 10px; height: 303px; width: 450px; overflow-y: auto;[/newclass][newclass=".summerwine b]color: #75030b;[/newclass] |
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Post by Ninthe on Oct 17, 2014 13:34:27 GMT 1
'Crowded? Crowded!?' Foxy stared at her, with astonished, big eyes and she glanced incredulous. She loudly rambled on, almost shocked that she could say something like that. Maybe she was offended, or perhaps just surprised by her way of thinking. She had no idea, as the girl was hard to estimate at times.
'I've been living in the forest for quite some time. For over a decade, I think,' she answered a little startled. 'We do cross towns and villages like these from time to time and I love it. The history, the atmosphere, the people, the architecture... but it never feels like home. Most of the time it's just the three of us, and another friend at times.'
Ninthe valued a home. She only have had two in her life and the cabin in the forest was definitely one of them. Not only because she had been living there for years or the fact that she would never grow hungry in a lively environment like that, but because of her loved ones. She valued that over everything. They made her home a real one. She would rather die or kill in order to protect those who mean the world to her.
As she was excepting that question, considering she practically asked her the same, she locked her light eyes on the redhead. 'I'm not sure if I do. Perhaps,' she answered slowly and a little fascinated. 'Jack, the "other friend" I was talking about, we have this relationship. We've been sleeping together since we met, I was barely fourteen years old at that time. It has never been more than a strange friendship and a physical connection, though.'
Her thoughts wondered off to all the hot and heavy moments they had shared together. That's what they were: hot, but not passionate or filled with love. They could talk for hours, but they avoided their history and all the personal stuff. For her it was not possible to love him. He was civil, but harsh and a bit arrogant. He disappeared from time to time and then suddenly turned up again, all wounded and bloody. Jack was dangerous, most likely a seasoned criminal. Their connection was pretty much a secret, because Noëlla and especially Michael would never approve. They would literally stab him in the back, shoot an arrow in his heart or penetrate his brain with a bullet. He not only looked like a criminal, you could almost smell the danger off of him. Ninthe had no idea why she felt physically attracted to him. Yes, he was sexy and yes he was handsome. Perhaps it was because he was such a good lover: the action between the sheets was great, the best she had ever had, and there were no strings attached.
Her brain started to mumble to her: she was lying to herself. She did know why she wanted to sleep with him over and over again. It did have to do with all the reasons she just thought of, but the main one was that he was a great distraction from her real feelings.
'I do love someone.' The words came out before she knew it. She didn't mean to tell her, she had kept her secret for such a long time and never shared it with any person ever. The words were already out there, so she decided, to her own surprise, to continue. 'I've loved him for years. We have been friends forever, so I'm careful. I don't want to ruin it.'
She waited for a bit, shook her head and smiled. It was finally out there, out in the open. Not to the people she should have told it to, but at least she had admitted it to herself and it was about time. 'So...' she stated as she looked at Foxy again. 'Tell me about him. The blue-eyed man.'
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Mohave Deraith
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Post by Foxy on Jan 2, 2015 12:32:16 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"] Although Foxy did understand what the brunette was talking about – she actually did like the empty and silence places best herself – she still didn't really understand how she could find a place like this crowded. But then again: Ninthe apparently did know what a home was. Something the redhead never really had heard of. She was used to travel to and through different places and never stayed anywhere long. In that way they appeared to be much alike. However, Ninthe seemed to find some kind of home in the people surrounding her, a family like Foxy never really had. Jack had learned to easy her nerves a bit over the years, but their relationship had always been complicated. Her eyes wandered of. Eventually the girl nodded, answering one of her unspoken thoughts. 'The three of you, huh?' She did want to press on the subject, but at the same time she didn't really feel like it, so she decided to just let go – just this once.[break][break] Of course she didn't know if she had a real lover – or just a plaything. It was a thought that made the girl slightly smile. She stiffened the moment the girl mentioned the name of her maybe-or-not lover. Her pass faltered but then she mentioned to keep her pace and hide the feelings which had shot through her body. 'Jack.' Her lips curled and she couldn't really help herself: she let out a little laugh. It was a sound filled with amusement as well as with pain, anger and irony – and yet, carefully hidden there was also a layer of love. Because yes, this man with the blue eyes, she did love him and apparently he had the same name as this supposed-to-be lover of the young woman next to her. 'So after all we are a like – we even choose lovers with the same name.' She shook her head, stricken by the irony. Of all things – all the people she could have met. She had chosen a girl who was or wasn't in love with a guy with the same name as her black bird.[break][break] Ninthe caught her attention again by mentioning she was in love – with someone else. 'So, you have a complicated relationship with Jacky, and at the same time you are in love with a close friend?' This time she didn't really mean to be rude – she just was. Somehow she envied the brunette. At least she had a relationship and she was in love, even though she didn't love the same man as she had that short of relationship with. But did it really matter? She at least had the change to have something with someone. Foxy just had this love for a young man who never seen her as anything but a child. Life could be so frustrating. 'I am sorry,' she apologized. 'I suppose that was a bit rude. It is just. If...' her voice trailed away – suddenly she felt annoyed by her own self-pity. For god sake, wasn't she in love with a close friend? She had been about to tell Ninthe she should just go for it, but what had that got her when she tried? They had gotten into the worst fight yet. But then again: she hadn't been really careful about it. She had just forced him to open his eyes. That hadn't been, without a doubt, the best way.[break][break] Slowly she let go of the breath she had been holding. Just in time to catch the question of the brunette. Instinctively she shut her out again. She turned her gaze away and frowned. She was about to snarl something, but thought the better of it and kept silent. Just like the last time it worked: after a few seconds she felt calmer and less like snapping. 'I would prefer not,' she finally stated. 'It is complicated and painful and don't like sharing.' Sharp, yet honest. [break][break] // haven't reread the whole thing, it could be a bit messy  [newclass=.strawberries]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/5vbnry1sp/Foxy_1.png); width: 500px; height: 400px;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/c7qt1s4ux/Foxy_2.png);width: 500px;height: 400px;opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -moz-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -o-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss:hover]opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.inspring]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 24px; margin: auto; padding: 20px 20px 0 20px;[/newclass][newclass=.cherries]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10px; margin: auto; padding-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.summerwine]padding: 0 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: "Verdana"; font-size: 10px; height: 303px; width: 450px; overflow-y: auto;[/newclass][newclass=".summerwine b]color: #75030b;[/newclass] |
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Post by Ninthe on Jan 2, 2015 14:19:57 GMT 1
'The three of us indeed,' she repeated, not entirely sure if Foxy wanted an answer to that question. After a few seconds she realised that especially the unfathomable girl in front of her probably wouldn't mind – or care – if she did or did not answer. So she decided to tell anyway. It has always been Noëlla – my sister – and Michael, my closest friend,' she told the redhead with a smile. 'They are my entire family. Sort of.'
She added those last two words unintentionally – and became surprisingly aware of that adding almost ten seconds after she stated it. She actually had a large family, but she was totally ignorant of their whereabouts. Nina was missing, her parents were dead and she hadn’t have a clue where her grandparents, cousins and other relatives were. Presumably most of them were dead or – like her – somewhere into hiding.
A little startled and pleasantly surprised, she locked her light eyes on Foxy. Ironically, they both had a Jack in their lives. She just hoped that they weren't the same. This girl deserved a lot better than her criminal Jack, who was unable to love anyone. 'I can’t believe your lovers name is Jack too,' she chuckled. 'Perhaps we are alike in some ways.'
Unexpectedly, Foxy got rude, but immediately apologized too. Apparently she did not really know why she became so hard, because her explanation got lost in the wind.
'You know, for a moment there I was afraid that we might be involved with the same Jack,' she said, just a little bit cooler after Foxy's rude comment and lack of explanation. 'But now I don’t think it is the same guy. I think my friend would kill me if I called him Jacky. Or at least threaten me. Literally.' She chuckled, while her irritation towards the redhead disappeared. 'So why did you get so offensive? I promise you can trust me.' Ninthe toughed Foxy's shoulder as a friendly gesture and smiled kindly.
Ninthe lowered her eyes for a bit after her sharp statement when she asked about the blue-eyed man. 'I am sorry,' she said sincere. 'I get it. It’s hard to open up to a stranger.' She locked her eyes on the girl again. 'I am curious to one thing though. Several things, actually – but I have been wondering this since we met. I can't really level you - you seem mature in so many ways, but your face looks so incredibly young. What is your age?'
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Foxy
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Mohave Deraith
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Foxy
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Post by Foxy on Jan 2, 2015 15:04:51 GMT 1
[nospaces] [attr="class","strawberries"] [attr="class","angelkiss"] [attr="class","inspring"]M♡have Deraith [attr="class","cherries"]you can use them, and you often fool them into believing whatever you desire [attr="class","summerwine"]Foxy listened closely and frowned the smallest of frowns when Ninthe told something about her family. She filtered just one thought of the many she had given and linked them to an other one, earlier made. She could, of course, ask if it was Michael whom she loved, but somehow she found that to be already obvious. Instead she decided to ask an other question: 'What do Michael think of Jack?' The redhead was well aware it was none of her business, yet she couldn't keep herself from wondering – and asking.[break][break]
She chuckled when Ninthe stated she had considered the fact that Jack could be same guy, but that her Jack would never expect the nickname Jacky. 'I don't think I ever called him Jacky. I was just mockery. However, he would never threat me with dead, nor beat me to it.' She smiled. 'He does care about me. Even when I fucked up for like the thousand time. He has my back.' She abruptly closed her mouth when she realized she had been about to say that that was the reason she loved him. The brunette might feel like being honest to her, Foxy still didn't feel like sharing. She had already said to much.[break][break]
'Eighteen,' she answered Ninthe's last question firstly and without skipping a beat. She had told the lies so many times it had almost become the truth. But her age was the only 'simple' answer she had to the questions of Ninthe and the main reason she had told – and lied about it was to stalling time. Time to think and reconsider. To make the decision between trust and instinct. Eventually she came with an answer. 'I don't think it is, or isn't,about trust. I would trust Jack with my life, blindly if I have to, but still I wasn't capable of just – just – telling him what I felt. What he meant.' The words came slowly, well considered and carefully weighted. 'I had to lure him and then fight him. Because it is all I know. Some people flight when they feel threatened, others fight. I tend to fight.' She hesitated, her focus swifting from the young woman in front of her to their surroundings and back again. She opened her mouth again to add something, but closed it when words didn't came. 'I need a minute.' She eventually stated and started to walk again, her thoughts troubled and clouded.[break][break]
After a few moments she hold her pace. 'People will always use and abuse you for their own selfish needs. Even though some people seem to be... honest... they still do the things they do because they think it is the right thing to do. Because, in the end, it makes them feel good – even if it is what they do is for, they believe, the good of others. Or the greater good, for that matter.' Her voice trailed of again, her gaze fixed upon some invisible point in the distance. 'I have learned that the only way to get what you want, to get what you need is to use people. Let them get close, let them think they trust you – you trust them. And if they have given you whatever you desire, push them away.' She shrugged, almost like she didn't care. 'It is all about control – so when you ask the questions and take away that control, I get offensive. I don't want to be vulnerable – I don't want to share. I just fake I do and I fake I am.' She shook her head once again. 'That's why I think you don't get it. You are looking for some kind of connection – I am doing everything I can to avoid it.' She smiled, a cool distant smile. 'I am not eighteen, but is easier to give people a lie than trying to explain the truth. And, after all, isn't age just a number? I am eighteen if I have to be, and I can fake being twelve if needed to. It doesn't matter.' She fell silent again.[break][break] [newclass=.strawberries]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/5vbnry1sp/Foxy_1.png); width: 500px; height: 400px;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss]background-image:url(http://s26.postimg.org/c7qt1s4ux/Foxy_2.png);width: 500px;height: 400px;opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -moz-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; -o-transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s; transition: 500ms ease-out 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=.angelkiss:hover]opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.inspring]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 24px; margin: auto; padding: 20px 20px 0 20px;[/newclass][newclass=.cherries]font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 10px; margin: auto; padding-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.summerwine]padding: 0 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: "Verdana"; font-size: 10px; height: 303px; width: 450px; overflow-y: auto;[/newclass][newclass=".summerwine b]color: #75030b;[/newclass] |
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