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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 12:21:23 GMT -8
Serafine plucked up a small, thin roll of a very soft, almost satin material and a thin stick pencil stained in charcoal - where she began to make marks on a section of the material. A very delicate-looking pair of scissors came out and she began cutting out shapes.
"It's crocodile - a particular favorite of mine. Naturally spicy, and I love a good kick to my fare~" She cast an almost playful glance to the woman at the table, wondering how she would handle the drink. Of course, it was a hard tea for those unfamiliar with it - and the witch has spiced it a little further especially for her guest~. Given enough time and ingestion, perhaps the effects would start to show.
In the meantime, she continued to work - now drawing out a needle and thread and swiftly beginning to sew the two identical patches together. "I hope it's not too much for you, darling."
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Roxanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 11, 2016 12:32:47 GMT -8
"Crocodile? You can eat those things? I had no idea!"
Roxanne took another sip of the tea, coughing again. How on earth had it gotten so strong? What had Serafine put in it? She put down the tea and took another bite of the crocodile, watching as her host worked on the little doll.
"Oh, don't worry. It's not too much at all..."
She sipped at the tea more slowly, not wanting to insult Serafine by leaving it to go cold. She always did enjoy watching people make things, and little dolls were no exception. It was soothing, watching skilled hands at work. Besides, she'd never had a doll of herself made before.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 12:55:54 GMT -8
"Oh, absolutely! There are a number of animals you can cook and eat - you just have to be brave enough to experiment," she snickers, finishing up the thread work. With the main body now stitched together, she turned the doll inside out to show the soft side of the material and hide the stitches. From there, she started another set of sutures to create the eyes - these actually carefully crafted round with a set of pupils - and a slight smile mouth with a tiny indention below for the dip of the chin.
Roxanna might find, the more she drank, the more sluggish she would become. The witch dabbled as a very, very strange herbalist - playing with odd plants and herbs for very different effects rather than a healer. In the case of the drink she had "enhanced", it would likely make the female feel off kilter and a little delirious. Her vision would probably shift, and her sense of touch would likely be extremely sensitive.
From where Serafine stood, she would likely see the result on a physical level from a flushed expression to her skin and her eyes completely dilated. She was waiting to see if Roxanne would succumb to the effects, and how well she would respond to them.
Another roll of material of a different color - an ivory white - was produced and the process repeated. She began to cut out the pieces for a little tube for a corset, a jacket, and a full length skirt for the doll.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 11, 2016 13:30:08 GMT -8
Roxanne rubbed her head. She was feeling very odd all of a sudden. Very tired and dizzy, and her fingertips suddenly seemed overly sensitive. She decided that it was something in the air of the cabin. Probably swamp gasses or something, all built up. She needed fresh air, that was all. Just a breath of fresh air, and she was sure she would feel better. She struggled to her feet, then immediately sat down again. Walking seemed like such a chore all of a sudden.
"Er...that's a very nice doll there. Um...Do you mind if I step out for a moment? I'm feeling a bit...off."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 13:52:54 GMT -8
The witch kept her attention on the work in hand, not even turning to glance at Roxanne - she could tell the woman was feeling the effects. It was apparent, and her smile became thin and wide - devious. She had a feeling it wouldn't be much longer before the female was open to suggestion, and then they could have a little fun.
"You can step out if you like - I think a little more tea will help you feel better. It's good for you," she replies calmly. "A little food might help you, too. You might just be hungry - how long had you been wandering the bayou before you got here?"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 11, 2016 14:11:23 GMT -8
"Some more tea? You think? Well, if you say so..."
Roxanne sipped at her tea. Perhaps it would help. After all, it certainly was strong, and Serafine seemed to know what she was talking about. She certainly was feeling off...it must be the air in here. She really needed to go outside, but the door was so far away...
"Some food might help, I guess...I don't know how long I was in the bayou. A day, maybe? Could be more...kind of hard to tell out there..."
She watched listlessly as Serafine worked on the doll. It certainly looked cute, and Serafine was a skilled seamstress. Roxanne supposed that one would get good at something if it was all they had to do out here in the wilderness.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 14:23:58 GMT -8
The doll was slowly coming together with the little clothing additions slipped onto the figure - after the doll was stuffed with a soft cotton before closed. All that was left was to finish it off with the hair, and on this note Serafine slowly cast her gaze to the delirious woman sitting at the table.
All she needed was just a few strands.
"It's almost done," she announces, sauntering over to stand beside the woman and carefully place the doll before her - just on the edge of the table to keep it clear of the platter. "She just needs her hair... I would just need a few strands of your own to mimic it, if you wouldn't mind," she purrs softly in a sultry tone, her lips close to Roxanne's ear as she brings a hand up to attempt to gingerly stroke her fingertips and nails along her jaw - testing the reaction of the female with the hypersensitivity in place. "Would that be okay, my dear?"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 11, 2016 14:31:24 GMT -8
"Hmm? My hair? I don't see why not, as long as it's only a few strands..."
What was the harm, she thought? She had plenty of long, smooth white hair. She could spare a couple of strands, although she wasn't sure how much doll hair Serafine could make with so little. When Serafine stroked her face, Roxanne gasped in shock but didn't resist. What was going on? She usually wouldn't react like that to just a touch!
"Nnng...I-I feel kind of weird, Serafine...are you sure this tea is helping? It's certainly tastes strong, but I don't think it's doing very much..."
Perhaps Serafine would finish the doll quickly and be able to help her, or she would be able to gather the strength step outside for a moment. Hopefully she wouldn't fall off the bridge and get eaten by crocodiles. For now, though, all Roxanne could do was sit in the chair and hope that a snake didn't slither down her shirt.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 14:46:23 GMT -8
That adorable gasp was music to her ears, and her next exhale was slow - almost a sigh.
"Thank you, my sweet~" With that, her hand moved around to the edge of her hairline near her ear - where she purposefully let a single nail run along the edge for just a moment, just to tease her senses further. "I'm certain it is, Roxy. It will help you feel amazing, just be patient."
The woman carefully cut three strands at the root with her nail to avoid painful plucking, and she took the three in her fingers as well as taking the doll once more. She moved back over to the table and closed up the drawer and the top panels - and she set the doll down in the center of the newly set flat surface. It was here it was apparent there was some sort of circle with strange characters and markings drawn and scratched into the surface. A conjuring circle of some sort?
Serafine worked to carefully thread the fine strands into the head of the doll, despite the fact they were much longer than the actual doll itself and they didn't size up. But a string of unknown words were muttered as her hand dipped into a pouch on her hip, and a pinch of a fine grounded dust was sprinkled over the doll. As if things weren't strange enough, she grazed two of her nails together in a sharp contact at the other end of each hair thread, and in an instant they burned up. The faint traces of ash were cast around the circle with a simple push and prod of her nail, and mere moments later the doll began to grow a full head of hair at the correct length - with the same color and softness as Roxanne's own hair. It was perfect, albeit perfectly strange.
But she wasn't done. Not yet. Assuming Roxanne hadn't flipped out or tried to move before now, she would return to the lady's side and offer her hand. "Come over here, darling. Come see this. I think this will amaze you~"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 11, 2016 16:01:48 GMT -8
Not noticing the sharp nails, Roxanne wondered how Serafine had been able to pull the strands of hair from her head without her feeling anything. It was very odd. She watched as Serafine did some sort of magic with the doll, and it grew a flawless head of hair. It looked just like Roxanne's own, and she wondered how it was done. When Serafine finished, Roxanne took her hand and accepted her help getting up out of the seat and followed her to see what she had made.
"Is that the doll? It really does look me...I like the hair. How did you do that?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 22:18:03 GMT -8
"It is, it is. It's almost done. Just one little thing..." Assuming Roxanne didn't fight the gentle hold the witch had on her hand, Serafine would extend the hand to hover over the doll. She was very slow and very gentle, and when the hand was hovering near she would then press the point of one of her nails to the soft final digit of the pointer finger - until she was able to break the skin and start the welling of a bead of blood.
Presumably it wouldn't be comfortable to have that, but Serafine would still be gentle but firm to hold her in place until the red began to show. If and once it did, she would shush the woman gently like a mother to a child, and bring her hand down. The fingertip would carefully be pressed over the place on the chest for a heart of the little doll - and the surge of power would be felt through Roxanne as a result as the connection was made and the magic came to life.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 12, 2016 9:02:20 GMT -8
"What are you...ouch! What was that for?"
Roxanne tried to pull away, but was in no shape to break the witch's grip. Something definitely wasn't right, she thought. Ordinarily, she would have been able to pull away easily. The tea clearly wasn't helping at all. She allowed Serafine to bring her stinging finger to the doll, and jumped in shock as she felt the sudden surge of energy. What was going on? What had just happened?
"Whoa...what was that? Did you do that? Is this magic?"
She looked up at Serafine in confusion, then down at the doll. Wouldn't the bloodstain ruin it? Serafine had made such a pretty dress...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 9:32:26 GMT -8
The blood stained the doll and the dress, but then it seemed to disappear - as if seeping further into the fabrics and out of sight. It was a perfect, pristine doll - now almost humming with a new life force. Very strange, to say the least. Serafine would then release the woman's hand and pick up the doll, holding it before herself so it was staring directly at the image that was the inspiration of it's existence.
"Maybe it was a little bit of magic... nothing too big. I make different kinds of dolls. This one is a kind of doll used with a very misunderstood craft. Ever heard of 'voodoo', Roxy?" she purrs, bringing a single finger up and gingerly running the point of her nail from the center of the neck all the way down the center of the chest and over the belly and to the apex where the legs met on the doll. "It's very, very fascinating magicks~"
And with the hair offering and the blood sacrifice infused with the magic, there was little chance that Roxanne would NOT feel the touch as if Serafine was doing it to her very body.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 12, 2016 11:32:08 GMT -8
"Voodoo? I don't think I have-nng! What are you doing?"
Roxanne stepped back, nearly losing her balance. Steadying herself against the chair, she watched Serafine and the doll nervously. What was going on? Serafine hadn't touched her, had she? She looked at the woman, then at the doll. A moment later, the realization hit her. Somehow, through some sort of magic, she'd become linked to the doll! How had that happened? Why had she allowed Serafine to take her hair and blood?
"Wh-what do you want with me? What are you going to do with that doll?"
She glanced back and forth, trying to find the nearest exit. Suddenly, the cabin seemed very cramped indeed, and full of snakes.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 9:43:31 GMT -8
The offending finger lifts to Serafine's own lips and she utters a very calm "shhhhh" - through a very thin and wicked grin upon her lips.
"You're a very, very pretty woman, Roxy," she purrs, letting her free hand hover over the doll in her hold and carefully letting a single finger stroke the lengths of hair upon the item in a careful and sensual manner - surely felt, as well, by the poor woman. "Please, do not be upset. I mean no harm to you - or at least very little," she adds with a childish giggle.
Her hand moved again, this time reaching back to pluck one of her own red hairs from her head - and with a deft skill of her fingers, she tied the thin hair around the right ankle of the doll. To add insult to injury, Serafine was a witch, of course. Binding the hair to the doll in such a way, Roxanne would likely feel the effects. Namely, a paralysis seize her right leg from the knee all the way down to her toes.
"Just relax, darling~"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 13, 2016 9:50:34 GMT -8
When Serafine stroked the doll's hair, Roxanne instinctively reached back to brush the hand away from her head. Of course, there was no hand touching her, and she suddenly felt very gullible. She couldn't help but blush when the witch called her pretty, but quickly shook her head.
"Just let me go, I won't tell anybody about-waaa!"
She collapsed on the ground as her right leg suddenly went numb. Looking up, she saw the thread of red hair tied around the doll. Clearly, Serafine held all the power as long as she held the doll. Roxanne couldn't possibly hope to fight back until she got it away from her. She struggled up to her feet, managing to get into the chair and sit down.
"A-alright...I'll be good. Just don't hurt me..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 10:18:19 GMT -8
Serafine almost giggled at seeing the woman struggle to get back into the chair. Without another word on the matter, she set to pluck another hair and bind the left ankle. Then another hair and bound both wrists on either end of that thread. The most Roxanne would be able to do is wiggle and squirm as far out as her elbows and knees.
"My sweet, you don't have to be good. I actually like it when pretty things like you are exceptionally naughty," she chuckles, leaning towards where Roxanne sat - the doll in hand behind her back as the free one reached out to run a pointed nail delicately down the front of her body - starting at her neck and all the way down, though this would only create a scratching noise over armor. But the point would likely hit home. "And I'm not looking to hurt you, Roxy... in fact, I want to take you with me to a pinnacle of ecstasy I promise you've never known existed~"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 13, 2016 11:17:11 GMT -8
Roxanne laid helplessly, unable to get out of the chair. Why had she ever allowed Serafine to make that doll? She was clearly a witch, living out here with the snakes and gators. How had she been so gullible? If only she hadn't taken that shortcut...but it was too late now. She was helpless, at Serafine's mercy. It didn't seem as though the witch wanted to harm her, although giving in to Serafine's indulgences didn't seem a whole lot better. She squirmed as the witch stroked the front of her armor, trying to avoid the pointed nail. She knew that it was pointless to struggle, especially as long as the witch held the doll. Perhaps if she gave in, Serafine would make a mistake and Roxanne would be able to escape...
"Ok...ok, I'll do as you say. Just be gentle..."
She looked around for anything sharp or pointy within reach. If only Serafine would take the bindings off the doll, she might have a chance.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 17:53:12 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Roxanne, Serafine had no intentions of removing the bindings anytime soon. At the moment? She set the doll on the small table once again, away from them both, and she moved in to start piecing apart the heavy armor that protected the woman.
"I'll be very gentle at first, I promise. Just relax. Breathe deep. Enjoy yourself, Roxy - there's no harm in that~" she purrs, paying no heed to the fact that the yellow anaconda was dipping his head low once again, as well as another heavy constrictor was inching along the floor for her foot.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 13, 2016 21:13:07 GMT -8
Roxanne watched as the doll was set on the table, so tantalizingly out of reach. Unable to move, she watched as Serafine stripped off her armor plates. Her face flushed again as the steel was removed and the witch told her to enjoy herself, but she could do nothing but squirm helplessly. Hearing a soft slithering motion, she turned her head and saw the snakes approaching.
"S-serafine...the snakes...they're getting closer. Th-they're getting far too close."
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