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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 25, 2017 17:59:23 GMT -8
The sculptor nodded absently, chiseling away at the stew until it was an icy slush that melted quickly over the fire. Putting away the chisel, he produced a ladle and began stirring the stew.
"Sand, huh? I've never liked sand much, myself. Can't make anything out of it, and it gets into everything. I'll stick with stone and snow, thank you very much. Snow can melt away, and stone doesn't get into your clothes like sand does. I suppose you wouldn't need to worry about that, though. And I can imagine being tired of getting stuck full of metal all the time. Didn't they hurt?"
The man liked to ramble, it seemed. Perhaps it was the result of living in the mountains alone with nobody but the statues to talk to.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 18:18:52 GMT -8
The Naga shifted her tail, looking to the intricate steel contraption on the end before settling it carefully down. But she nods her head, bringing a hand up to carefully scratch at her cheek with a single clawed finger.
"Yes. Sometimes we drink, though. Wine, very good wine. Very nice. Then I don't feel them much or I fall asleep, and I wake and they're done."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 25, 2017 18:28:10 GMT -8
The sculptor stirred the pot as the stew began to warm up, pausing every few moments to taste a spoonful and realize that it was still cold. He'd continue to check constantly, even though there was no way that the stew had gotten sufficiently warm in the past thirty seconds.
"Wine, huh? You like wine? Well, I haven't got any of that here, I'm sorry to say. Leads to shaky hands, and I can't have shaky hands in my line of business. What's that thing on your tail, anyways? Is it good for anything, or is it just something you've got on there? How many of those little metal piercings do you have, anyway?"
As the soup began to steam, he ladled it into two small ceramic bowls. Retrieving a pair of wooden spoons from a drawer, he handed one to Zrixiana.
"There you go, Zri...Zrixiana. Gosh, you've got a long name. Do you have a nickname, something shorter that I can call you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 19:40:27 GMT -8
She accepted the bowl in both hands, looking very much grateful. Using the spoon was a bit awkward but she managed - just as she had for as long as she had the steel encasing her fingertips. But the stew, even luke warm, was wonderful. It was simple, yes, but a welcome all the same.
A few more spoonfuls and she found more energy to speak, feeling better. "Ah, he-he replaced it. My kind, we have these but he wanted it in metal, too. And I don't know - there are many."
She would glance up to him at the struggle of her name, and gently shrug her shoulders. "You call me what you can - I don't mind."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 25, 2017 19:56:21 GMT -8
The sculptor slurped at his soup, glancing nervously out the window every few moments. The storm had increased to a full-blown blizzard, and the wind howled loudly outside.
"So he took it off and put that on? That sounds awful. How did he take you, anyway? Did he just show up at your home and snatch you? Was he walking by and decided that you'd make a good...er...pet? Were you a pet? Or more of a companion? I used to have a pet lizard, a long time ago. Or was it a snake? I can't remember, it was so many years ago. I think it was a snake. That's kind of ironic, huh? I had a pet snake, you were someone's pet snake...How about Zri? Can I call you Zri? That's a lot easier. Do I talk too much? Sometimes when I wander into town, people tell me to stop talking. It's not often that I get to talk to people, though. Most of them don't survive the trip up the mountain. I don't think I've ever seen anyone dressed like you all the way up here. How's the frostbite, by the way? That metal looks awfully uncomfortable."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 20:08:03 GMT -8
Zrixiana wasn't quite sure how to react to the man - before she could answer a question, he was running right into another one until he was rambling on a tangent that seemed unstoppable. But at the same time, it was humorous in an adorable sense. It wasn't something she was used to seeing... or hearing, rather.
The final questions to fly out his mouth brought her attention down to her arm, noting the discoloration that settled beneath the bands and chains - she couldn't help but frown. They were aching, and she was afraid for the worst. "I... I don't know."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 25, 2017 20:15:16 GMT -8
The sculptor put down his bowl and walked over to have a look. Checking her arm carefully, he frowned.
"Hmm...take those metal things off your arms. You'll have to get some warm water on those, or it'll get worse. Frostbite is no joke, you know. That's why I wear my coat and gloves and scarf whenever I go out! If I get frostbite and lose my fingers, how am I supposed to sculpt? That's why you're not supposed to go outside wearing...whatever it is that you're wearing. Seriously, what is that? It doesn't even look comfortable."
He put a kettle over the fire, warming up some water. As eccentric as the man seemed, he certainly appeared to know what do do.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 20:28:13 GMT -8
Taking them off... this didn't sound good. She would carefully set the bowl aside and gently tug on one of the wristbands to find - ow. Yep, that hurt. She winced and bit her lip as she tried to pry it off with as little pain as possible.
"W-Well... he likes silk on me. Says it's pretty and, um... 'sexy'." She didn't care for that word much, not after the time spent under an incubus with a single thought desire in regards to her. "His choice."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 25, 2017 20:39:39 GMT -8
"Huh...Well, I suppose it does look good, but frozen corpses aren't pretty. Believe me, I've seen a few. I don't suppose you've got anything else to wear? I'd offer you my coat, but...it's my coat. I really like that coat. It's lined with otter fur, it's awfully soft. A lot of the things you did were his choice, huh? What sort of guy keeps a person as a pet and sticks her full of pointy metal things, anyways? Did you ever try to get away before today? What happened if you didn't do as he said? He didn't keep you in a cage, did he? That'd be awful."
As the kettle heated up, the sculptor dipped a cloth in the warm water and wrapped it around her frostbitten wrist. Hopefully, this would sooth the injury somewhat. The sculptor had treated his fair share of frostbite in his time, and moved quickly to get more warm washcloths. A moment later, though, he turned back.
"Is that really silk? I've never seen silk before. I've heard it's soft. Can touch it?"
He reached out to touch the silk, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he would be essentially groping her in doing so.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 18:22:33 GMT -8
The Naga continued to try and pry the metal from her skin that colored the lengths of both her arms. The brazier that allowed her to retain a bit of her decency, and lengths of thin red silk draped from the item around her torso and arms - easy to access and touch.
She nods her head and would hold out a few folds of the fabric out to be touched. And indeed, it was extremely soft and smooth - nowhere near well enough to combat the cold, though. "It is... it's nice."
She went quiet as she mulled over the question of a cage, and she turned her attention to stare at the fireplace. "Sometimes he did. He has a cage, a tall one for me. He likes to, to poke at me with a stick. Thinks it's fun. If I try to say 'no' he won't listen. He will chain me, and I can't move."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 1, 2017 18:30:34 GMT -8
The sculptor rubbed the cloth between his fingers, marveling at how soft and finely woven it was. It was a far cry from the rough wool he was used to, although not nearly as warm. Still, he preferred his heavy coat.
"Ooh...that's real soft. Almost as nice as otter fur. He stuck you in a cage and poked you with a stick? That's terrible. What sort of person does that? He chained you up, too? Ooh, that's awful. What sort of person was he, do you know? A lord? An alchemist? Did he have any other pets, more snake girls? Or were you the only one?"
Letting go of the cloth, he started helping her pry the metal things off her arms. His hands were rough from working with stone, but he was surprisingly gentle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 19:43:53 GMT -8
She winced with the work to remove the bands but at least he was gentle with her delicate skin. She began to settle more comfortably with her tail coiled up snugly beneath her - seeming to relax more to the man's company.
"He is incubus. A demon. He keeps a few pets. I am Naga. There was a poor girl - half pony. A pretty elf, too - he, he is very nice to her sometimes and then he hurts her. She is always having dark marks on her."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 1, 2017 20:09:19 GMT -8
The sculptor frowned, confused. He didn't know a whole lot about demons, aside from the grotesque gargoyles he carved.
"An incubus? I don't think I know what that is...we don't really get many demons up here. Mostly just snow wraiths and things like that. They'll freeze the blood in your veins, the tongue in your mouth, your eyes in your head...scary things. That's why you have to stay warm around here, and stay inside whenever there's a storm. Lots of people think they can make it just down the road to granny's house, and end up ice cubes just outside their doorstep."
Once the metal was worked off and the injuries were wrapped in warm cloths, he sat back in a rather worn and overstuffed armchair.
"So you're the only one who got out, then? Are you going to try to go back, to help his others? He doesn't sound like a very nice person, keeping these girls as pets to poke and prod and keep in cages."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 20:22:51 GMT -8
The thought of returning to that realm and anywhere near that demon made her shake her head hastily, the fear clear in her eyes.
"He isn't, and I won't go back. I can't. I saw him use the totem so I tried. I do not know how to get back, and if I did he would be mad. Very mad. Last time I ran and hid, but still in that plane - he found me and was very mad."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 1, 2017 20:54:35 GMT -8
The sculptor nodded sympathetically, twirling a chisel idly between his fingers.
"Well, I can't blame you for not wanting to go back. It's a shame you weren't able to get away last time, huh? I'd imagine he put you in a cage and stuck you full of metal bits, huh...awful business."
As he spoke, the temperature in the cabin dropped noticeably. The wind howled ever louder outside, threatening to blow the door off its hinges. All of a sudden, the fire went out with a sharp hiss. The sculptor jumped to his feet, running to try and relight the fire as the cabin grew colder and colder.
"Oh no...this isn't good. There's wraiths out there, and they've spotted us. I hope the door holds..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2017 1:28:51 GMT -8
The Naga's head came up, watching the man with clear uncertainty as the fire blew out and listening to his words. What was going on? The snow wraiths he mentioned were outside...?
What more could she do? She didn't want to fight anything or go back out into the snow - if her blood ran cold again, she would surely be killed by whatever the wraiths were. While the sculptor struggled to light the fire again, she could only think to do one thing - she quickly slithered over to the door and coiled herself up to try and block it as much as she could. At least she did have some power in the serpentine body - perhaps it would give her some leverage.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 2, 2017 11:25:08 GMT -8
The heavy wooden door would be frigid to the touch, the metal doorknob already covered in frost. As Zrixiana leaned against the door, she'd feel a heavy thump as something threw itself against the outside. The frame flexed, but held. Meanwhile, the sculptor managed to start a weak, sputtering fire. He sighed, stepping away from the hearth as the flame died. "It's no use, the logs are frozen. I hope that door holds, or it's going to get real chilly in here real quick. Those snow wraiths are no joke. Do you know how to fight a wraith, by any chance? I don't. Looks like we're going to freeze in here...oh well." He put on his coat and leaned against the door beside Zrixiana, sighing. "They've never broken through yet, but you never know with wraiths. I've got no idea how many are out there." "I'd say six," said a voice in the corner. If Zrixiana looked over, she'd see a man in a creepy mask and an odd, two-pointed hood sitting in the shadows. Surely he hadn't been there just a moment before? How could he have gotten in? The man looked blankly at the two, his voice flat and emotionless. "It's kinda cold in here. You should start a fire or something."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 14:38:13 GMT -8
She tried not to think much on the sculptor's words, but her attention was taken quickly by a stranger - more so than this human that had helped her. She tensed up, uncertain what to make of this character... the mask obscured his face, and he just looked odd...
Scary, really. She hoped he wasn't sent by her master... all she could do was stare and watch him carefully, while trying to keep her body up against the door to keep whatever those monsters were outside.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 8, 2017 15:32:52 GMT -8
The masked man in the corner yawned. He got up and scooped himself a bowl of stew, ignoring the sculptor's protests. He lifted the bowl to his mouth, which seemed like a silly thing to do, considering his mask had no opening for a mouth. Still, when he brought it back down again, the bowl was somehow half empty. How had he done such a thing? He spoke again, his voice flat and calm.
"Well well...a lonely sculptor and a naughty runaway. The stew is delicious, by the way, but you could go a little lighter on the turnips. Hmmm...little snake, won't your master be worried about you, now that you've run off? It's so cold here, no place for someone like you. Don't worry, I won't tell. I'm good at keeping secrets."
He held a finger to the painted white lips of his mask, then turned to the sculptor.
"And you...all the way up here because you like stone more than people. Have you ever had this many visitors at once? I didn't think so. It's a party! Me, you, her, the wraiths outside..."
The wraiths in question continued to bang on the door. Meanwhile, something that felt almost like a frigid liquid seeped under the door, swirling up as it got inside. The masked man glanced over, still speaking in the same bored tone.
"Oh, look at that. A snow wraith. I wonder what they taste like."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 15:42:09 GMT -8
The expression on her face when the mention of the master was made was a clear indication that she was very much afraid that he was right - if or when the demon figured out she somehow managed to escape his realm, he would likely come tearing through this plane until he found her... and then what would happen to her?
Her eyes snapped down to the door, looking more afraid as she noticed the substance leaking in. Now she was very much scared - and her tipped tail would make a motion to come up and smash down on whatever it was that was slipping in like that, hoping to make it stop... if that even worked.
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