[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com


Outside the Doctor's Office
Late afternoon, Monday May 3rd

It is one of those beautiful Spring days that poets write about, that make children look out schoolroom windows longingly, and have people out enjoying the sunshine in droves.

It is most inconvienent.

It's been increasingly harder to find Lucien alone.  That night of him railing and moaning by the fire was the closest I've come, but that damn bartender came along as I started to move in.   And now he's got the dark haired girl back in his bed and apartment.  Complication after complication.  It's not that I shy away from bloodshed, not at all.  And if the truth be told, I am getting to the point where I will kill half the town if I bloody well have to...

but now knowing exactly how long it will take to be restore to my self after Lucien breathes his last.  Well, I don;t want to be caught in human form by a lynch mob before I find out.  It would amuse Iblis, I am sure, if I were to kill the man and then find myself dangling from the hangman's noose before I revert back. 

I take a sip of coffee and shift myself to a more comfortable position under a tree.  To everyone else, I am just the mild mannered school teacher relaxing in the sun.  But not for much longer if I can help it.

(Open to Lilith)


[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com


Outside the Doctor's Office
Late afternoon, Monday May 3rd

It is one of those beautiful Spring days that poets write about, that make children look out schoolroom windows longingly, and have people out enjoying the sunshine in droves.

It is most inconvienent.

It's been increasingly harder to find Lucien alone.  That night of him railing and moaning by the fire was the closest I've come, but that damn bartender came along as I started to move in.   And now he's got the dark haired girl back in his bed and apartment.  Complication after complication.  It's not that I shy away from bloodshed, not at all.  And if the truth be told, I am getting to the point where I will kill half the town if I bloody well have to...

but now knowing exactly how long it will take to be restore to my self after Lucien breathes his last.  Well, I don;t want to be caught in human form by a lynch mob before I find out.  It would amuse Iblis, I am sure, if I were to kill the man and then find myself dangling from the hangman's noose before I revert back. 

I take a sip of coffee and shift myself to a more comfortable position under a tree.  To everyone else, I am just the mild mannered school teacher relaxing in the sun.  But not for much longer if I can help it.

(Open to Lilith)


[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com
Saturday, January 23rd
On Silk Road, late evening.


I walk along, in no particular hurry to be anywhere, whistling to myself.  The chaos of the previous week has seemed to pass, for the most part.  One thing about the good citizens of Excolo; many of them are damn good at ignoring the unusual and just 'forging ahead', as it were.  Iblis is not around that I can tell.  Even in my diminished capacity, I can still feel him and Lilith withing my blood and bones.  And Lilith...

she returned to the Garden soon after the lightning storm.  CeCe was thrilled to see mommy again.  Hellfire, I was thrilled to see mommy again.  Sans bunny slippers.  I decided to let the whole 'domestic goddess" thing go...  if she wants to talk about it, I shall let her bring it up. 
I rather like breathing. 

The moon peeks out from behind a cloud and I look up and smile at it's pale glow before it is obscured again. It is late, and CeCe should be asleep now.  It has been quite some time since my Lady and I have been out and together.  I think of her, her fire, her passion, her fury... I know it will call to her.  If she wishes to join me for a drink, I know my desire for her will sing out to her.  She always knows when I am thinking of her.

Feeling cheerful, I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my whistling lends itself to song.

There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street


I smile to myself and head to the Tavern of Hell.  Sometimes, I do so enjoy this godforsaken little town.

(Closed)
[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com
Saturday, January 23rd
On Silk Road, late evening.


I walk along, in no particular hurry to be anywhere, whistling to myself.  The chaos of the previous week has seemed to pass, for the most part.  One thing about the good citizens of Excolo; many of them are damn good at ignoring the unusual and just 'forging ahead', as it were.  Iblis is not around that I can tell.  Even in my diminished capacity, I can still feel him and Lilith withing my blood and bones.  And Lilith...

she returned to the Garden soon after the lightning storm.  CeCe was thrilled to see mommy again.  Hellfire, I was thrilled to see mommy again.  Sans bunny slippers.  I decided to let the whole 'domestic goddess" thing go...  if she wants to talk about it, I shall let her bring it up. 
I rather like breathing. 

The moon peeks out from behind a cloud and I look up and smile at it's pale glow before it is obscured again. It is late, and CeCe should be asleep now.  It has been quite some time since my Lady and I have been out and together.  I think of her, her fire, her passion, her fury... I know it will call to her.  If she wishes to join me for a drink, I know my desire for her will sing out to her.  She always knows when I am thinking of her.

Feeling cheerful, I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my whistling lends itself to song.

There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street


I smile to myself and head to the Tavern of Hell.  Sometimes, I do so enjoy this godforsaken little town.

(Closed)
[identity profile] lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com
Saturday January 16th, [Day 230]
Before the lightning


My slippers shuffle on the floor as I walk into the bedroom carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of sandwiches for the grinning man in bed. I'm not sure how many tries it took me, but I finally got it right this time. I think. I'm not sure if the bread is supposed to turn black like that, but he said he likes it that way. He is really very sweet.

I knew he was sweet the morning I woke up and called him Adam and asked where my garden was. He told me his name is Jamie, but I could call him whatever I liked. I think he might love me because he said I was his and he would have to kill any man trying to steal me away. Those words should scare me, but somehow I found them to be very sweet. I didn't have time to think about it more because the food I was making suddenly burst into flames, which seems to happen a lot when I think about what he said. I don't think food is supposed to do that and when I mentioned it he just laughed and said it was alright and I'd learn in time. I don't think it was my fault but I just nodded and tried to eat the awful tasting food.

It was odd that I remembered that other name but not my own or anything else, like how I got here. Jamie has been calling me by names that I do not recognize, maybe that's a game we play? Setting the tray across his lap, I perch on the side of the bed, drawing my dressing gown closed as stare into the fire I lit in the fireplace. I'm good at starting fires and though the cold doesn't really bother me, I know he'll be asking me to take off the gown and feed him soon, like he has for the past few days. It just feels like the fire is trying to tell me something and I can't take my eyes off the dancing flames. Thunder rumbles off in the distance and the sound makes the blood run faster through my veins. I guess I must like storms.

(Closed)
[identity profile] lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com
Saturday January 16th, [Day 230]
Before the lightning


My slippers shuffle on the floor as I walk into the bedroom carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of sandwiches for the grinning man in bed. I'm not sure how many tries it took me, but I finally got it right this time. I think. I'm not sure if the bread is supposed to turn black like that, but he said he likes it that way. He is really very sweet.

I knew he was sweet the morning I woke up and called him Adam and asked where my garden was. He told me his name is Jamie, but I could call him whatever I liked. I think he might love me because he said I was his and he would have to kill any man trying to steal me away. Those words should scare me, but somehow I found them to be very sweet. I didn't have time to think about it more because the food I was making suddenly burst into flames, which seems to happen a lot when I think about what he said. I don't think food is supposed to do that and when I mentioned it he just laughed and said it was alright and I'd learn in time. I don't think it was my fault but I just nodded and tried to eat the awful tasting food.

It was odd that I remembered that other name but not my own or anything else, like how I got here. Jamie has been calling me by names that I do not recognize, maybe that's a game we play? Setting the tray across his lap, I perch on the side of the bed, drawing my dressing gown closed as stare into the fire I lit in the fireplace. I'm good at starting fires and though the cold doesn't really bother me, I know he'll be asking me to take off the gown and feed him soon, like he has for the past few days. It just feels like the fire is trying to tell me something and I can't take my eyes off the dancing flames. Thunder rumbles off in the distance and the sound makes the blood run faster through my veins. I guess I must like storms.

(Closed)
[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com
(Tuesday, December 1st, late afternoon)
(The residence of Arik Underwood)


Whistling, I've made the trek back to the small house outside town proper and unlock the door, letting myself in. Granted, I have no reason to actually use the house, for I spend my nights with Lilith and Celeste in the Garden, but I am playing the part of respectable teacher and it looks good to travel to a real home every night instead of the woods. After all, you never know who may be watching.

I set the paper I have to quickly scan down on the table along with the apple cookies I bought for Celeste. I could put off the grading, but truly, it will only take a few moments. I sit down and start leafing though the stack, making checks and notes here and there. Who knew the town council would be so glad to have a second teacher in residence? Apparently, with the town growing, there are more children, and with two teacher, more attention can be paid individually. I thought Lilith was going to sever my head after I told her about my employ, but it has it's uses. Children speak so easily about what is upsetting them. "Mommy drinks too much." and "Daddy spends a lot of nights in town." All little things I pass on to my Lady to do with as she will.

I have just reached and essay from a thirteen year old about War of the Roses. "The liked red better than white and only wanted to plant..."
With a groan, I get up and find my whiskey. It's going to be along afternoon if they are all like that.

(Open to Lilith)
[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com
(Tuesday, December 1st, late afternoon)
(The residence of Arik Underwood)


Whistling, I've made the trek back to the small house outside town proper and unlock the door, letting myself in. Granted, I have no reason to actually use the house, for I spend my nights with Lilith and Celeste in the Garden, but I am playing the part of respectable teacher and it looks good to travel to a real home every night instead of the woods. After all, you never know who may be watching.

I set the paper I have to quickly scan down on the table along with the apple cookies I bought for Celeste. I could put off the grading, but truly, it will only take a few moments. I sit down and start leafing though the stack, making checks and notes here and there. Who knew the town council would be so glad to have a second teacher in residence? Apparently, with the town growing, there are more children, and with two teacher, more attention can be paid individually. I thought Lilith was going to sever my head after I told her about my employ, but it has it's uses. Children speak so easily about what is upsetting them. "Mommy drinks too much." and "Daddy spends a lot of nights in town." All little things I pass on to my Lady to do with as she will.

I have just reached and essay from a thirteen year old about War of the Roses. "The liked red better than white and only wanted to plant..."
With a groan, I get up and find my whiskey. It's going to be along afternoon if they are all like that.

(Open to Lilith)
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Barn near Kincaid Hive Five]



Holding Lily in my arms, I slowly catch my breath and smile wide as I look at her.  She's radiant and the heat between is more than enough to keep us warm on this cold day.  The air's filled with the scent of honey and Lily's usual perfume, roses and something dark and sweet, and I stare at her, amazed and thrilled by her sexual stamina.  We've tumbled three times already and she's barely winded. 

Rolling over, I lean on my hand as I say happily, "I'm glad you came by today. I was thinking about you and," I think I missed you.  "I was wondering how you were doing."  There are stray hairs around her face and I caress them from her glistening skin as I continue, "You always seem to show up when I'm thinking of you.  How do you do that?" I ask jokingly.

"I haven't told you my great news yet.  I'm going to run for Mayor," I say with a proud smile. "One of my friends, Karina Bathory, is running against me.  I think she'll win but I'm going to try anyway."


[Open to Lilith]
[caution! - Lilith made a brief mention of a baby in one tag.  Avoid reading her tag if you might be sensitive to that sort of thing.]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Saturday, November 28th (Day 181)]
[Early afternoon - Barn near Kincaid Hive Five]



Holding Lily in my arms, I slowly catch my breath and smile wide as I look at her.  She's radiant and the heat between is more than enough to keep us warm on this cold day.  The air's filled with the scent of honey and Lily's usual perfume, roses and something dark and sweet, and I stare at her, amazed and thrilled by her sexual stamina.  We've tumbled three times already and she's barely winded. 

Rolling over, I lean on my hand as I say happily, "I'm glad you came by today. I was thinking about you and," I think I missed you.  "I was wondering how you were doing."  There are stray hairs around her face and I caress them from her glistening skin as I continue, "You always seem to show up when I'm thinking of you.  How do you do that?" I ask jokingly.

"I haven't told you my great news yet.  I'm going to run for Mayor," I say with a proud smile. "One of my friends, Karina Bathory, is running against me.  I think she'll win but I'm going to try anyway."


[Open to Lilith]
[caution! - Lilith made a brief mention of a baby in one tag.  Avoid reading her tag if you might be sensitive to that sort of thing.]
[identity profile] lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com
Sunday, November 15th.
Day 168
Night


After leaving the two to sort out their little fight, I returned to my garden. Sick and heavy from the poison growing within my form. I knew what it was, what he had done. But never like that, something had gone wrong. As the only female of my kind, I was gifted with the ability to bring new life, but never at the price of my own. He is no better than the first or the rest, using me to serve his own needs. I expelled that poison into my garden and watched as among a thick patch of tiger lilies, a small human-like creature appeared, an infant. My own human form came back as I lay on the grass, next to the lilies and newborn.

Just one. Not one-hundred but one, just a small single one, made of flesh, blood and bone. I knew what he did when I felt it stir and move inside me, but how is it possible that this little creature is his and mine? We have been many things, him and I, but among them, human was never one. Oh My Marbas, what have you done?. Then a small pathetic meww issues from her mouth and when I draw her to my breast, she purrs, like him. Tiny hands knead at my breast as needle sharp teeth bite down, mixing blood with milk and flame, and even in my anger, I smile, she's mine.

I know Iblis didn't end my Marbas, we would have felt it, her and I. I have see neither him nor Iblis since that night, nor do I wish to. Long ago, I turned my back on all that I loved rather than become a slave, and once again, I am done. But I find that even now I wait, wait for them to come like they used to, come and take her away, to join with the rest of the little lights that once, when I was young, held me enthralled. Not one-hundred this time,not even two, just this tiny, single, one.

We have not moved from our bed of grass and lilies, her curled content in my arms as I stare down at her, wondering at her human body and what went wrong. Of course she's perfect, skin as soft as petals, hair red, and eyes as blue as flame, but the human body is not a guise or a shell, she has no other form, yet she is not harmed by my flame. She seems to like it as a matter of fact. Perhaps its because it is warm or from which she was born. Regardless, none of mine have ever turned out like this,small, weak or frail. Maybe that is why they have not come to take her away like the rest, their light is part of her too. Nobody else will bother us here,Here she is safe, the garden is hidden and will protect her as it does me, she is a part of it now. I feel her drifting off and feeling her fatigue as if it were my own, I too drift off to sleep with her still purring and suckling, wrapped tightly in my arms.

[OPEN TO MARBAS]          [CLOSED]
[identity profile] lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com
Sunday, November 15th.
Day 168
Night


After leaving the two to sort out their little fight, I returned to my garden. Sick and heavy from the poison growing within my form. I knew what it was, what he had done. But never like that, something had gone wrong. As the only female of my kind, I was gifted with the ability to bring new life, but never at the price of my own. He is no better than the first or the rest, using me to serve his own needs. I expelled that poison into my garden and watched as among a thick patch of tiger lilies, a small human-like creature appeared, an infant. My own human form came back as I lay on the grass, next to the lilies and newborn.

Just one. Not one-hundred but one, just a small single one, made of flesh, blood and bone. I knew what he did when I felt it stir and move inside me, but how is it possible that this little creature is his and mine? We have been many things, him and I, but among them, human was never one. Oh My Marbas, what have you done?. Then a small pathetic meww issues from her mouth and when I draw her to my breast, she purrs, like him. Tiny hands knead at my breast as needle sharp teeth bite down, mixing blood with milk and flame, and even in my anger, I smile, she's mine.

I know Iblis didn't end my Marbas, we would have felt it, her and I. I have see neither him nor Iblis since that night, nor do I wish to. Long ago, I turned my back on all that I loved rather than become a slave, and once again, I am done. But I find that even now I wait, wait for them to come like they used to, come and take her away, to join with the rest of the little lights that once, when I was young, held me enthralled. Not one-hundred this time,not even two, just this tiny, single, one.

We have not moved from our bed of grass and lilies, her curled content in my arms as I stare down at her, wondering at her human body and what went wrong. Of course she's perfect, skin as soft as petals, hair red, and eyes as blue as flame, but the human body is not a guise or a shell, she has no other form, yet she is not harmed by my flame. She seems to like it as a matter of fact. Perhaps its because it is warm or from which she was born. Regardless, none of mine have ever turned out like this,small, weak or frail. Maybe that is why they have not come to take her away like the rest, their light is part of her too. Nobody else will bother us here,Here she is safe, the garden is hidden and will protect her as it does me, she is a part of it now. I feel her drifting off and feeling her fatigue as if it were my own, I too drift off to sleep with her still purring and suckling, wrapped tightly in my arms.

[OPEN TO MARBAS]          [CLOSED]
[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com
(Tuesday, November 10th)
(Just past sunset, The woods outside of town)


Excolo. 

Truly, I may never had come back if it were not for My Lady Lilith.  Perhaps I could have called her to me, but I told her I would come find her as soon as I was freed.  I am sure she will be cross with me for not coming right to her, but I was weak in her eyes once.
Never again. 

I am strong now.  I am Marbas, commander of legions, Prince of Hell.   I will never forget that again.  I will never wonder or lament on the  regrets or 'what if's'.  I may have been a Master of Light once...
but it was eon's ago.  No turning back, only looking forward.

I open a massive clawed hand, and the Creator's light shimmers in my palm.  Soon it will be gone.  Soon I will expend it all, in one vain attempt to show Ahura Mazda exactly what I think of his Divine word and laugh in his face.  
I will undo what he wrought.....

With a feline's grin, I circle the town, then descend on massive wings of fire, landing in a clearing in the woods.    I throw back my head and roar, sending my energy rolling out through the woods.  Animals flee in the shock-wave of my call, and those in the houses at the edges of the forest huddle in their beds in fear. 

I trumpet my call again, and wait.
She will come.

(Closed)
(Caution!  Sex and probably violence ahead)

[identity profile] marbasthefallen.livejournal.com
(Tuesday, November 10th)
(Just past sunset, The woods outside of town)


Excolo. 

Truly, I may never had come back if it were not for My Lady Lilith.  Perhaps I could have called her to me, but I told her I would come find her as soon as I was freed.  I am sure she will be cross with me for not coming right to her, but I was weak in her eyes once.
Never again. 

I am strong now.  I am Marbas, commander of legions, Prince of Hell.   I will never forget that again.  I will never wonder or lament on the  regrets or 'what if's'.  I may have been a Master of Light once...
but it was eon's ago.  No turning back, only looking forward.

I open a massive clawed hand, and the Creator's light shimmers in my palm.  Soon it will be gone.  Soon I will expend it all, in one vain attempt to show Ahura Mazda exactly what I think of his Divine word and laugh in his face.  
I will undo what he wrought.....

With a feline's grin, I circle the town, then descend on massive wings of fire, landing in a clearing in the woods.    I throw back my head and roar, sending my energy rolling out through the woods.  Animals flee in the shock-wave of my call, and those in the houses at the edges of the forest huddle in their beds in fear. 

I trumpet my call again, and wait.
She will come.

(Closed)
(Caution!  Sex and probably violence ahead)

[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Thursday, Nov. 5 (Day 158)]
[Early afternoon - Kincaid Hive Four]



It's been a cloudy all morning and because of that, most of the bees have stayed close to their hives.  I don't blame them. I've been the same way myself these past few months.  

I've kept up with deliveries but there's been no time to socialize other than a few chance minutes here and there.  Molly's doing much better, helping when she can and giving directions when she can't.  She's just as bossy as ever and I wouldn't have her any other way.  Instead of breaking Molly's spirit, Edith's attack seems to have done the opposite with Molly following Dr. Constantine's instructions exactly.    Honestly, I think she's got a crush on him and if he wasn't already with Wanda, I really believe that she'd insist on feeding him on a permanent basis.  

It gets me thinking about Wanda and Mab...  and Kate.  And even Paige.  I just can't seem to get it right with anyone long enough to keep them around.  Admittedly, Kate's my own fault.  I didn't pursue her.  At the time, the choice was easy.  Molly was hurt and needed me to take care of her but I wonder sometimes, if I could have stolen an hour or two for Kate.  I'd heard she was keeping company with one of the local smiths but also that nothing came of it.   Missed chances everywhere.

Closing the barn door behind me, I set the latch and pull off my gloves.  It's a late lunch today but since most of the work's already done, I can kick back and relax for a while.   Peeling off my work-shirt, I quickly wipe down with a spare towel before putting on a clean t-shirt and brushing the grass from my hair.  Smiling to myself, I open Molly's basket and begin to lay out the tablecloth and the usual large lunch, laughing when I find the bottle of mead.  The tavern mistress is very generous and Molly and I both agreed it was one of the better 'get well' gifts as I pop it open and pour a glass for myself.  Sitting down, I begin to eat lunch as I consider what to do with the rest of my day.


[Open to Lilith]
[Closed]
[Adult content - sex!]
[identity profile] jamie-kincaid.livejournal.com
[Thursday, Nov. 5 (Day 158)]
[Early afternoon - Kincaid Hive Four]



It's been a cloudy all morning and because of that, most of the bees have stayed close to their hives.  I don't blame them. I've been the same way myself these past few months.  

I've kept up with deliveries but there's been no time to socialize other than a few chance minutes here and there.  Molly's doing much better, helping when she can and giving directions when she can't.  She's just as bossy as ever and I wouldn't have her any other way.  Instead of breaking Molly's spirit, Edith's attack seems to have done the opposite with Molly following Dr. Constantine's instructions exactly.    Honestly, I think she's got a crush on him and if he wasn't already with Wanda, I really believe that she'd insist on feeding him on a permanent basis.  

It gets me thinking about Wanda and Mab...  and Kate.  And even Paige.  I just can't seem to get it right with anyone long enough to keep them around.  Admittedly, Kate's my own fault.  I didn't pursue her.  At the time, the choice was easy.  Molly was hurt and needed me to take care of her but I wonder sometimes, if I could have stolen an hour or two for Kate.  I'd heard she was keeping company with one of the local smiths but also that nothing came of it.   Missed chances everywhere.

Closing the barn door behind me, I set the latch and pull off my gloves.  It's a late lunch today but since most of the work's already done, I can kick back and relax for a while.   Peeling off my work-shirt, I quickly wipe down with a spare towel before putting on a clean t-shirt and brushing the grass from my hair.  Smiling to myself, I open Molly's basket and begin to lay out the tablecloth and the usual large lunch, laughing when I find the bottle of mead.  The tavern mistress is very generous and Molly and I both agreed it was one of the better 'get well' gifts as I pop it open and pour a glass for myself.  Sitting down, I begin to eat lunch as I consider what to do with the rest of my day.


[Open to Lilith]
[Closed]
[Adult content - sex!]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 151, Thursday, October 29
Shadows are long, runnin' away east
Near the Marks ranch


I had fun with 'Ri. It brought me up, listenin' t'that rock music 'a hers, lettin' myself sing 'long with it. I spent the next couple 'a days singin' little bits 'a what I could remember t'myself, 'till Rob was glarin' at me and I had t'stop. Still, I was hummin' it under my breath. Who'd 'v guessed that music could stick with you like this, runnin' in loops through your head?

I bin takin' walks out 'a town lately, just down t'the ranch t'watch the animals wander 'round fer a bit. Figure it'd be a good place t'run into 'Ri or Luke sometime.

Tonight, though, it got darker 'n I thought pretty quick. I sort 'a drifted off in my head, singin' t'myself one 'a 'Ri's songs 'n dint see the purple sweepin' in from the east. It's pretty well full dark 'afore I can even see the bridge, and I wonder if I ought t'just slip my skin and spend a night out 'a town. There's some good bushes 'round here, hidden 'nough that I can strip and leave my clothes and bar here. I bin carryin' that 'round with me, figurin' it might give me long 'nough t'run from whatever might attack me out here. 'Cept the hound-god, 'cause I know just how dumb it is t'think you can run from a dog in this terrain.

I find one 'a the thickets I was thinkin' 'v and start strippin' down, foldin' my clothes nice and careful.

[Open to Gaueko and Lilith]
[Closed]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 151, Thursday, October 29
Shadows are long, runnin' away east
Near the Marks ranch


I had fun with 'Ri. It brought me up, listenin' t'that rock music 'a hers, lettin' myself sing 'long with it. I spent the next couple 'a days singin' little bits 'a what I could remember t'myself, 'till Rob was glarin' at me and I had t'stop. Still, I was hummin' it under my breath. Who'd 'v guessed that music could stick with you like this, runnin' in loops through your head?

I bin takin' walks out 'a town lately, just down t'the ranch t'watch the animals wander 'round fer a bit. Figure it'd be a good place t'run into 'Ri or Luke sometime.

Tonight, though, it got darker 'n I thought pretty quick. I sort 'a drifted off in my head, singin' t'myself one 'a 'Ri's songs 'n dint see the purple sweepin' in from the east. It's pretty well full dark 'afore I can even see the bridge, and I wonder if I ought t'just slip my skin and spend a night out 'a town. There's some good bushes 'round here, hidden 'nough that I can strip and leave my clothes and bar here. I bin carryin' that 'round with me, figurin' it might give me long 'nough t'run from whatever might attack me out here. 'Cept the hound-god, 'cause I know just how dumb it is t'think you can run from a dog in this terrain.

I find one 'a the thickets I was thinkin' 'v and start strippin' down, foldin' my clothes nice and careful.

[Open to Gaueko and Lilith]
[Closed]
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Monday, October 19th
Day 141
Night


It has not been that long since I have last walked the streets of the town, I don’t think, but Ooh just look at the changes that have taken place. The death of a god never ceases to bring a smile to my face; my Djinn did a wonderful job with that one, and with the pretty witch too, pity it had to end so soon. Her gifts were magnificent and her death was also a gift that few ever receive, an end of their own choosing, and she chose well. I could say I am disappointed in her use of her gifts, but that would be a lie. I did have such high hopes when we loosed her on the town, but then that’s one of the more interesting things with free will, you never know what they will choose to do.

I have returned to the carnival this evening to see what interesting things the night might bring, if any. So far the only thing of remote interest is the increased whispers of my name on the wind. I find it both intriguing and amusing that here, my name is accompanied with suspicion as well as greed. ”Who is she really? Is she dangerous? Who cares? Thank god she’s back, we’ll make more money again.” That last one is my personal favorite. Even before I begin to dance, I send out a silent call to those who are hungry for what we offer here and smile as I see them begin to filter in. Some even stare around in wonder, trying to figure out why they felt as if they needed to be here tonight. Then my dance begins and the confusion fades, they know why they’re here and happy they came.

Born in lust, turn to dust - Born in sin, c'mon in.

OPEN TO IBLIS  CLOSED
[identity profile] lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com
Monday, October 19th
Day 141
Night


It has not been that long since I have last walked the streets of the town, I don’t think, but Ooh just look at the changes that have taken place. The death of a god never ceases to bring a smile to my face; my Djinn did a wonderful job with that one, and with the pretty witch too, pity it had to end so soon. Her gifts were magnificent and her death was also a gift that few ever receive, an end of their own choosing, and she chose well. I could say I am disappointed in her use of her gifts, but that would be a lie. I did have such high hopes when we loosed her on the town, but then that’s one of the more interesting things with free will, you never know what they will choose to do.

I have returned to the carnival this evening to see what interesting things the night might bring, if any. So far the only thing of remote interest is the increased whispers of my name on the wind. I find it both intriguing and amusing that here, my name is accompanied with suspicion as well as greed. ”Who is she really? Is she dangerous? Who cares? Thank god she’s back, we’ll make more money again.” That last one is my personal favorite. Even before I begin to dance, I send out a silent call to those who are hungry for what we offer here and smile as I see them begin to filter in. Some even stare around in wonder, trying to figure out why they felt as if they needed to be here tonight. Then my dance begins and the confusion fades, they know why they’re here and happy they came.

Born in lust, turn to dust - Born in sin, c'mon in.

OPEN TO IBLIS  CLOSED

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