Martallia (Deceased)
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Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Dec 6, 2017 16:04:42 GMT -8
Too cold! Buzzing in a disjointed, zig-zagging line through the chilly air, Martallia clutched herself, trembling from the freezing temperatures. You'd think being from the Winter Court would have given her some semblance of resistance to the cold, but she was quickly discovering this was not the case. At only three inches tall, she was hardly much of a target for most, however as night fell she knew clever predators would be hunting the skies. With a sigh and the casting of a spell, she grew to around five feet, letting her feet touch down to the snow, giving a delightful crunch in the process. Giving a huff that caused a cloud of condensation to fill the air, she trudged through the snow, blowing into her hands for warmth.
Her travels had brought her far, and yet things seemed the same as they had when she'd started. She just needed more time, she assured herself, time to make things right. Soon this world would be peaceful, and then she could go home for good.
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Registered: May 17, 2024 3:40:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 16:49:09 GMT -8
Somewhere, somewhere in the distance, somewhere on some road, men were dead, horses were slaughtered, and a carriage burned. No, maybe it wasn't somewhere, maybe it was... it was sometime? Capris shook her head, pale hair shivering as she did so. She couldn't remember. She was clearly wounded, for the blood was bright against her skin and trailed down by her face, a sort of 'make up' that she hadn't had since the coup had taken Travere and she and her troop had had to flee the city before the rebels had gotten to them. Little had she known that bandits would have gotten to her after. She had her bag with her, however, and her rich ermine cloak, and her beautiful gown, and the boots she had worn for it had been autumn when the coup had begun in Gauldin. The beautiful dancer was sitting beside a lake now, clutching at her stomach where hunger threatened. Beneath the ice, she could see fish sleeping in the cold, some layer between herself and where the water was still flowing. Capris licked her lips, lips chapped from the cold, then heard a sound... It was Martallia (Deceased), a creature that she watched become a small woman, and couldn't help but let out a surprised -- "Oh!"
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Martallia (Deceased)
Established
Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Dec 6, 2017 17:02:25 GMT -8
Above the crunching sound, she heard it. The small gasp of surprise. Casting about for a moment she hardly caught sight of the woman, not too far away and sat on the bank of the frozen water. Crunching through the snow towards her, the fey slowed slightly as she looked out over the sapphire lake. With the moonlight framing the ice like glass, she could understand how it had gotten its name. The beauty was almost enough to distract her, but she shook herself out of her daze. Even seeing the wonders of nature, her first concern lie on the woman who had seen her. Breaking her stare she completed her short journey, though now that she was upon the woman she noticed the blood. Blinking her solid black eyes, she knelt nearby, reaching a delicate hand out. "Let me help" she whispered, as if speaking any louder may break the serene atmosphere.
Without waiting for a response, a yellow glow, like the first rays of dawn wreathed her hand heralding her healing abilities. Not touching the wound, she held her hand several inches away, letting her healing powers do their job as they hopefully would take away the pain and injury she had received.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 18:08:39 GMT -8
Capris stared, transfixed by the ethereal loveliness of Martallia (Deceased) as she approached the delicate ballerina. The snow was soaking against her dress and cloak, and the shivering chill of winter was cracking her lips and redenning her nose, and the wound at her forehead was throbbing-- -- but all she seemed able to do was stare at Martallia, her pale lavender eyes luminous in the moonlight. She flinched lightly at the glow of the let's outstretched hand, but otherwise remained still as the magic seeped as warm as dawn into her skin, healing her. "Merci," she whispered lightly to Martallia. She was so gentle, so kind, yet Capris could feel the monster inside of her scratch, scratch, scratching at the door of her mind, itching to get out. The ballerina swallowed and let out a small puff of air, the breath frosting for a moment before it melted away. "What are you? Who are you?" Capris asked.
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Martallia (Deceased)
Established
Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Dec 8, 2017 19:57:14 GMT -8
Not sensing her inner struggle, Martalia smiled brightly at her, antennae bobbing as she tilted her head reassuringly. "My name is Martallia," she said in a singsong voice. "I'm a fey from the Winter Court. It seems much colder in this world though." she said, with a soft, strangely buzzing laugh. She had received much hostility on her time in this plane, and it pleased her that this woman seemed kind. "Why are you here? This place is very cold, much to cold for a human to be out alone." she explained, as if this woman might not understand the concept of freezing to death.
"How did you get hurt? Are you alright now? If it hurts anywhere else, maybe I can help." the cold was easy to forget with warm company, and her wings began to vibrate, providing a soft, if not concerning buzzing sound.
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Registered: May 17, 2024 3:40:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 16:46:23 GMT -8
"I am Capris Vallery," she said, her Gauldish accent heavy when she spoke her name. Kahpree Vahl-ehr-ee. Her engaging wide eyes were focused on Martallia (Deceased) as the fey creature came closer, and Capris' dirty fingers -- stained with grime, stained with blood -- clenched into the skirts of her handsome gown. "My carriage, it..." She closed her eyes and looked away, lifting a hand to her forehead and rubbing it. "I cannot remember," she said and winced when memories of her hands ripping the wood apart flew to its forefront. She looked down at her palms and saw how ripped up they were, then offered them wordlessly out to the fey creature. "Do you have a way of keeping warm?" she asked, and tried not to focus on the monster inside, grinning with glee that they might go someplace more private.
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Martallia (Deceased)
Established
Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Dec 15, 2017 17:15:13 GMT -8
"Hmm...we can go to the cave! I can feel it nearby, the land told me." she explained cheerfully. Hovering off of the ground she took Capris' hands in her own, giving an earnest grin. "Come! it'll be safe there!" she assured her, although unaware of anything odd about this interaction. gently drifting over the snow, she led her new friend to a cave nearby. Although only moderately warmer, it served to keep them from being buried in snow, and Martallia lowered herself onto a stone. "Is there any way I can help you get home?" she asked, worry obvious.
Outside the cave mouth framed the lake pleasingly, further embellished by the slow snowfall that created a picturesque environment. It was nice to sit here, peacefully sheltered from the outside world, if only for a minute. Even so it seemed this woman needed help. Could she get back on her own? The questions danced around her mind, makjing it impossible to be truly relaxed. If she needed help, Martallia would be quick to give it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 17:59:27 GMT -8
Martallia (Deceased) took Capris' wounded hand, and it closed over Martallia's own, gripping it hard. Perhaps it was desperation? They traveled through the snow, Capris quietly silent as the monster inside her began to tap at the windows of her soul, her gaze almost hungry when she looked at Martallia's back. She was so kind, so beautiful... And Capris needed to kill her.When they came into the cave and out of the snow, Capris did not let go of Martallia's hand, but instead continued to stand even when she'd sit on the stone. The ballerina looked at the fey, smiling and relaxed and concerned for the pale woman's well-being -- and the monster slipped into Capris' skin, overwhelming her own mind and her own drive and needs as she jerked Martallia up, only to fling her to the floor and quickly cover the fey's body with her own, reaching for Martallia's head and slam, slam, slamming it into the ground in that cave.
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Martallia (Deceased)
Established
Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Dec 15, 2017 19:37:08 GMT -8
"What's the-" the fey began, barely able to yelp as she was suddenly overcome. She fell backwards easily, and despite her struggles, her own body was simply too weak to put up much of a fight. Wh-what was happening? Why was this happening? With every bash of her skull against the jagged stone floor she could feel her thoughts tossed into disarray again and again. Her spear lay nearby, but it wouldn't be a help at such close quarters. Already she could feel her consciousness rattling around in her head. Reaching over she grabbed a rock and had she been able to lift it, it may have very well saved her. No magic would come without her voice. Her wings buzzed rapidly, causing an updraft in the cave, but little else. Looking up at Capris desperately her wing's buzzing began to slow. To flicker and, finally, stop.
Lying on the cold cave floor the fey's attempts at kindness had caused only her own death. Her attempts at solving the crimes of this world, to restoring the natural order ending in nothing more than a still-warm corpse. That was, of course, what the mortal would see, and for all intents and purposes was the truth. All fey, though, would eventually revive in the First World. Of course, likely in a longer span than any human would survive, meaning revenge was off the table. That wasn't, to say, that this was what could be called the perfect crime. As Martallia's magic faded she shrank, shrinking down into her tiny three-inch body. In addition though, as her magic faded, it left one, small impression on her murderer: Any who slays a fey with good intentions, would receive a mark, untraceable to mortals, but damnable to fellow fey.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 20:34:05 GMT -8
There was something so satisfying every time Martallia (Deceased) 's head snapped back to the stone. There was something so thrilling about feeling the blood splatter over her face. Capris couldn't have stopped herself if she wanted to, and she didn't. Killing this person, this beautiful fey... It was just... necessary. Every time she struggled, Capris' monster felt a new thrill, until finally, Martallia stopped moving. Capris was breathing heavily by then, spatters of blood across her face, her pale hair a little mussed as it fell over her shoulders. She sat back on the floor, her hands shaking, all of her shaking as she watched Martallia shrink back to her tiny size. The monster felt satisfied, and retreated back into her psyche, until the ballerina was left to stare at what she had done. The body had shrunk, but the gore was all still there, dragged toward the little corpse frame. Capris swallowed, and felt sick to her stomach, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from what she had done. Gentle fingertips traced her skin and felt the warm stickiness of the fey's blood, and she licked it from her fingertips. " I am not even sorry," she whispered in Gauldish to the fey child's still-warm corpse, and pushed shakily onto her feet. She needed to get firewood if she was going to stay warm, after all.
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