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Post by Mystery on Jan 19, 2009 21:16:42 GMT -5
The sky was clear, clouds missing from the bright blue sky while the knarly trees soaked up the warmth from the sun. It was silent, with an exception of a few birds chirping and the flutter of wings and the light breeze threw the leaves on the trees. The day was promising, warm, bright, and peaceful...
The cave was quiet too. The roar from the Vodopad Falls and the trickling of the smooth running water was silent. Every thing was still and quiet, with an exception of hte constant dripping of the stalactites and limestone formations. The dripping mkaing soft, loud, echoing 'plicks' and 'plocks' from almost every inch of the cave, one on the left, one on the right. Almost seming to come from all over the place one by one. The rocks glittered with the stary water, becoming slippery and tretcherous to climb threw... The soft crunch of pine needees and of dry leaf mold under his feet was soothing to Mystery. His bones ached and burned from his terrible virus, and a trip to the cave was nessisary. He was almost there too, which was great. Every step seemed to echo and bong inside his diseased cranium, his brain feeling like heavy slush. He pushed past a large oak tree and ducked under a low branch. At the tips of his toes the ground sloped dangerously steep towards a large pile of rocks. To anyone, this rock pile looked like ... well... rocks. To Mystery, underneath a pile of branches and leaf mold was the cave. Freedom. A place with less pain and to put his troubled mind at ease. Going under the last branch, and brushing the tiny twigs of a brush from his path, he started down the slope, moving fairly quickly. The hill was probably safer to go down faster then slower to avoid tripping or sliding. Small pebbles and dirt squished out of the way of his feet as he half slid, half ran down the hill. He slowed to a stop in front of the boulders, his knees throbbing and head reeling. Glancing over his shoulder, he seemed satisfied that the spongy ground was already puffing back up to hide his footprints. Not bothering to check for anyone or thing, he stepped forwards, wincing as he stepped on a twig and it cracked, making a large sound. CRACKLE SNAP!!!!! Sighing quietly, he scowled at his mistake and worked his way around the largest rock and squeezed inbetween the two, and sqautted down at its base. The branches were still there, looking just like the ground. 'Good! It worked!' He pulled them off, and swung his legs inside. He lowered himself inside, jumping down onto a small ledge. He could stand up all the way, sith a little space to spare in the tunnel, being 7 feet tal this was a good thing. He reached around and pulled a branch back to cover it up somewhat. He then jumped down off the little ledge and walked down the tunnel to the main cave.
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Post by Moss on Feb 1, 2009 23:45:43 GMT -5
**Another form makes her way towards the same glittering waters. This one is wearing a long, dark dress though, and moves with caution, as if anyone might come out to grab her. She is carrying what might be a large jug, and five small silhouettes seen to escort her. A huge, feather-furred cat prances out in front, followed by two short furred black spotted ones, walking together. Behind the girl walks another long-furred cat, this one smaller, and slow. The last shadow perches on her shoulder, his yellow eyes the only color around. Like a demon going out for a ride, Hemlock balances perfectly on his mistress, bright eyes looking around. Arriving at the slippery rocks, Orion (the first cat) leaps forwards, his deft jumps seeming to defy his size and weight. The duo of slick little cats (Charlotte and Mistoffelees) prance after him, placing slow delicate paws down perfectly to reach the water. Finally, Victoria and Hemlock, followed by the ancient Salem walk up. The dark-brown she cat joins the three white-and-black cats with shaky footsteps, followed by Hemlock, bounding, lithe and graceful. Victoria, more cautious then her furred friends, crouches and begins to fill her jug, drinking the water with her cats.**
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Post by Mystery on Feb 5, 2009 19:42:00 GMT -5
Mystery worked his way from the little tunnel to the main part of the cave, and after that he was home free in the large cavern that stretches on for miles and miles around in almost every dircetion. Mystery loved it here. It was the best place on the planet for him. It was somewhere where he could sit and relax, be at peace for an hour or so, a peace that he could sit in the starry water and temporarily at ease. Mystery didn't know if it was the water so shockingly cold that worked or if it were minerals in the water or who knows what that made him feel better.... but it just felt.... good.
Silently walking along a stoney path he had memoried a long time ago, he walked over to the lake in absolute silence. His lightly soled shoes barely making a sound on the slick rock. He came to a large stone that came to about two thirds of his height and with a smooth, curved top that fit him perfectly when he sat crosslegged in it. It was his rock. The rock he always sits in, the rock that above all others seems the most comfortable. He half smiled in aprovement. No one was here, no one knew this place, and for sure no one knew where this place was. He was proud of himself for discovring this special water that made his disease eaten skin feel ... normal.
Seeing his rock before him, made the thought of Thorn jump to his mind. Where was the little dragon of to now? Usually he was there to greet him at his rock when he arrived, the little red scaley head peering over the top and looking at him with deep yellow eyes. Thorn was Mystery's only friend, the first, and probably the last. But the rock was empty. No face was here to greet him. Frowning he looked around for the little creature, but he was no where to be seen. He was disapointed for a breif moment, for once in his life, before shrugging it off, getting a hold of himself and walking towards the lake. His mind pricked to look aroudn first, as if hearing something, but for all he knew, it could be water dripping off the celing or some other animal lapping at the shore.
The water felt like ice beneath the soles of his bandaged feet. His whole body itched to feel it, to wade around free from this terrible pain that it had to live threw. And, naturally, Mystery let it. Without hesitation he slowly walked his way into the chilly water as stelthily as possible as to not disturb the other creatures. His bandages began to feel heavy, but almost immediatly on contact he felt his muscles strengthen, his heart beat stronger, his lungs filling with even more air. The pain was gone and his usual throbbing, mushy head felt more like jello then chocolate milk.
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Post by Moss on Feb 5, 2009 22:21:50 GMT -5
**A pair of ghostly glowing eyes turn, to focus on Mystery. Hemlock casually looks at the boy, almost impressed. No human had ever been able to escape his notice. But this one had come close... so close. With a few blinks and a flick of his tail, the black cat lets out a warning meow. The strident note seems to resound around the cave, shattering the blissful silence.** **Victoria-Carol jerks her head up at her cat's meow, almost dropping her jar. It's been almost three-hundred-fifty years that she's lived here, never meeting another human. Or a humanoid creature at least. Talking animals and whatnot seemed to love this place, but humans... Memories flood back from the last time Hemlock warned her: memories of hate and fear, the harsh smell of coal and the icy burning of terror. Her gut twists into a tortured knot of paranoia and she looks around wildly. No one. No one was here... but Hemlock would never false alarm... The girl takes a deep breath, then another. Slowly, painfully, she begins to clear the memories... replacing them by the feel of dainty lace and the smell of sweet rosemary. With a slow swallow and yet another breath, Victoria calls out.** Who's there? **Her voice unwarily falls into the defensive tones of a person with something to hide, and she waits, her cats instinctively gathering at her ankles.**
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Post by Mystery on Feb 6, 2009 14:54:35 GMT -5
Mystery froze, the meow not only echoing around the quiet cave, but inside his head. He slowly twisted his body around to see the cat a littlr ways off. Frosty eyes hidden behind his bandages turned to glare back at the ghostly gaze of the cat. His knees bent slightly, crouching just over knee deep in the water, eyes narrowing. How was this creature here? How did it get in? His eyes narrowed into little slits, peering out threw them. That was the cat's buisness not his, and he continued on his way into the lake. Once he had walked a few more steps another voice, this time one he could understand.
That did it. He spun around, his cape now thick with water swirling behind him as he dashed to the shore line. He hated trying to be noisy, but he didn't feel like being found out either. Frowning, he sprung to the shore, his body heavy with water that silently whispered for him to go back, but his conscience didn't let him. Keeping low, he stealthily worked his way over to the way he came, his gaze never leaving the cat or where the voice had come from. Yet he was curious. There was a person, a woman by the sound of it, but with many cats. Odd. His eyes narrowed in thought, and Mystery sprung up onto his rock, keeping low. Now he could see clearly at the direction of the voice, yet his dark figure was also visible against the dim light of the cave. What does SHE want? More importantly, how did she get here?
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Post by Moss on Feb 7, 2009 10:08:45 GMT -5
**Victoria slowly steps back from the water. She still can't hear Mystery, or see him. She can feel him though. Feel the prickly feeling you get when someone is looking at you, and you can't see them. She turns around, first one way, then another, like a hunted animal, and yet, her eyes find nothing. But he has to be there...** **The cat's, moving as one shadow-y body, begin to mill around her feet. Orion's already made himself bigger and Hemlock has regained his position on Victoria's shoulder. The black cat's eyes don't leave Mystery anymore. Gleaming yellow staring into icy blue, he waits, his tail swishing back and forth, left and right...** **Finally, biting her lip to give herself courage, the girl in the shadow tries again. this time though, she decides to bluff. After all, she's got to see this person, or she'll go crazy.** Come out! I know you're here!
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Post by Mystery on Feb 8, 2009 16:44:37 GMT -5
Mystery's eyes narrow, and he stands up normally on the rock. He pondered his options. Talk and attempt to be friendly, sit here and do nothing and meditate, or leave. His thoughts seemed to groan at the last option. No he was in to much pain to leave. What about just sitting here and meditate? She knows he's here, and would only keep walking around looking while her cats just stare at him. Who can have a mind at ease when little glowing eyes are staring you in the face? That left him one option. He rubbed his temples and sighed quietly. right. Might as well just get this over with!
He crouched at the end of his rock and jumped down with a soft 'pliff' of his lightly solled feet. Eyes narrowing, he took a step forward. This ... girl... was scared, it was sort of obvious, and he wasn't afraid. He towered over msot people with his ubnormal 7 foot height. 'Best not to give her a heart attack and show up behind her... although it is a very good option...' The soft padding of his feet on the cave floor seemed to echo quietly, making Mystery wince. Why couldn't he just walk silently? Well you'll giver her a heart attack... which was still a very plausible idea for him. But he wasn't a killer... just.... a mutant freak.
Stepping forward, he was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole thing, but it was to late to turn back and he shuffled into view, his dark blue clothing making him a shadowy outline, a sillouette. He stopped around 11 or 12 feet away, but said nothing. She asked him to come out, not speak. His jaw clenched. 'Oh what the heck!'
"Yes?"
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Post by Moss on Feb 8, 2009 21:31:56 GMT -5
**Victoria steps back as Mystery steps forward. Orion, as her feet hisses, but she doesn't even notice. This person looks human.. but he's so huge! a giant! After all, from a world where her five-foot-something was tall, a seven-foot man is unimaginable. So, she beginning to relax, looking him over. No torch: good. No pitchfork: good. No face: not so good. She had yet to see monsters in this magical land, but it seemed she might just have stumbled apon one... Another step back, she gasps out.** Who-at are you? **Which is really her going to ask who he is and then what he is at the same time. The words seem to echo more then loud noises around the cave, as if the rocks themselves have found voice and seek to tell them something.** **At her ankles, Orion continues to puff up, with Salem at his side, claws dark and open. Mistoffelees is nowhere to be seen, and charlot has backed into the folds of her owner's skirt. Only Hemlock watches Mystery with as much composure as ever, undaunted by this appearance.**
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Post by Mystery on Feb 8, 2009 22:09:02 GMT -5
Mystery isn't surprised. He had been threw this... a lot. He sighed, rather loudly, louder then he had expected. He was used to the whole 'who is that? no you mean WHAT is that? Where's his face mommy? DANG he's HUGE!!!' not to mention. 'AHH!!! A RAAAATT!!!'. Frowning behind his dark bandages, he shifted his weight slightly to his right leg, seeming a bit more at ease. He blinked, silent for a few moments.
"A Mystery." He said simply. "Even to myself."
He frowned, wanting to tell her the real deal, but knowing it was best to not. He sighed again, before tilting his head slightly to the left.
"Uhhh... maybe you should sit down? You seem a little...." His hand made circles for a little while as he tried to think of words. "Jumpy? Umm.... unsteady? I suppose that's a better word..." A brow raises, making the bandages on his face wrinkle slightly.
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Post by Moss on Feb 10, 2009 18:08:36 GMT -5
**Unsteady is exactly the word to describe Victoria at this point. With another deep breath, she takes a step back, only to trip on one of the slippery glowing rocks. With a gasp, a crash and ruffle of old calico, the girl is down, looking up at the giant silhouette. She somehow managed to not spear herself on the rocks with her hands. Not even trying to get back up, she glances at her palms, knowing instantly what plants to put on the tiny scratches. Her faded eyes turn back to Mystery fast enough. Stunned from her fall and his reply, she tries to piece his answer together. A mystery? But that would mean he doesn't know who he is.. or what he is... or... Before she's finished thinking it through, she mumbles.** But... how... No? **Of course, she's still waiting for him to ask her the questions too. After all, names are so important. Especially from when she comes from, where a name tells, not only who you are, but what you do and who your family is... you just have to have a name...** **Hemlock, who somehow managed to escape being squashed by the her, and is sitting next to his mistress. Still looking at Mystery, of course. This time, his stare has toned down to a glare, and he waits for this stranger's reaction. Orion has taken a step forwards, and Salem one back. Charlotte, finding herself out in the open, turns tail to sit back in Victoria's lap, ears pinned back against her little scared head. With a last look in Mystery's general direction, the young queen buries her head in the folds of her owner's dress.****
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Post by Mystery on Feb 10, 2009 18:51:09 GMT -5
Mystery jumped slightly in surprise as the lady fell. A hand reached out to her and he took a few steps forward, but there was nothing he could do. He sighed and rubbed his sore temples instead. Frowning, he squats down, his knees cracking and muscles tightening making his jaw clench tight in pain. He ignored it, slidding from his heels to the cave floor smoothly, pulling his legs into a criss cross sitting position. He tilts his head to one side. He wasn't that far away now, but hoping that he looked smaller she would be less afraid.
"Are you alright?" He asked putting his head back upright. He would have gone cloaer to help, but those cats and the 'unsteady'ness she was having probably wouldn't go so well.
"If it helps you any.... I've been known as Mystery." He lays a hand gently across his chest at the base of his neck. "And you would be?"
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Post by Moss on Feb 10, 2009 23:23:23 GMT -5
**Orion freaks out more, if possible. A clawed paw stretches out to claw at this stranger, ready to rip through bandages and, perhaps, skin. Paw half raised to attack, a hiss erupts from behind the huge tom and he freezes. Hemlock's glare has turned to a warning one, focusing on Orion. The small black cat watches the much bigger one, waiting. And, slowly, orion's paw comes down and her takes a step back, fixing Mystery with a vengeful stare and a half-sneer on his scared nose. Hemlock blinks once, twice, almost in satisfaction at being able to dictate the actions of a cat so much bigger without a fight. Then, cold yellow eyes turn back to the stranger.** **Victoria, who isn't in any position to move, doesn't. She just watches Mystery squat down in front of her. He was closer but, sitting like that, if seemed unlikely that he would attack her, or chase her anywhere.** Oh... **she murmurs.** Mystery... **and sighs. Mystery hardly seemed like a name, but everyone was different. maybe where ever this giant monster came from, Mystery was a common name.** And you would be? **Almost without thinking, she states her name.** Victoria-Carol America Gentsy. **Its not a particularly long name, to her, and she's very attached to it. America had raised her, and Carol had been the mother she had never known. the girl is obviously relaxing as well, because she adds.** And my cats are Hemlock, Orion, Salem, Charlotte, and Mistoffelees. **maybe it's the idea that this person isn't totally human. Or maybe it's that he seems nice, and isn't attempting to boil Hemlock alive.** It's.. nice to meet you. **She adds softly, and, unable to curtsy in greeting, she just resumes looking him over.**
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Post by Mystery on Feb 12, 2009 23:13:46 GMT -5
Mystery calmly looks at the black cat known as Orion. He felt his spine prickle, yet paid nothing off it. This cat had everyright to be afraid of him. But what had really surprised him was Hemlock's reaction. It puzzled him for a moment, wondering why he had fixed Orion with the warning glare instead of trying to rip him to shreds. He blinked at Hemlock, staring back at his little eyes before snapping his head back to Victoria.
"Pleasure." He said to the lady with a slight dip of his head. "Victoria-Carol America Gentsy," He said, before looking at the cats. "Salem, Charlotte, Mistoffelees, Orion and Hemlock." He said with a half smile. His smile faded though, and he looked back at Victoria. She was wearing a dress that wasn't realy 'in fasion' anymore. It reminded him of something he saw in a museum a long, long time ago.
"You come here often?"
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Post by Moss on Feb 13, 2009 22:27:10 GMT -5
**Victoria begins to compose herself, and pulls her knees up to her chest. With a muffled meow, Charlotte jumps out to hide behind her black leather shoes. With a sigh, she wraps her arms around her legs and looks around distractedly, taking in the cave. She loves it here, in her haven. The ceiling of the cave glimmers, reflecting the water, to look like a night sky. All around, rocks glow oddly, and the walls are bathed in beautiful light: being conquered first by yellow reflected by the rocks, then by starry navy blue as a wavy comes from the lake. Victoria focuses back on Mystery as he lists her and her cat's names. She nods and smiles as he gets each of them right, obviously unable to see that he's smiling as well. and unable to see that he's staring at her, which is definitely good, as it would probably ignite her defensive reactions.** You come here often? **She nods again. Whether here is the cave in itself or the lake, she does.** Yeah. I've lived here for.. a while now. **Of course, she'll wait 'till he asks to go into detail. she knows this place is the fountain of youth so many people fantasize about, but, well, she lost count of time after twenty years of tallies.**
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Post by Mystery on Feb 16, 2009 19:15:25 GMT -5
Mystery nods. That was sort of an answer he would give. Short simple, and most of the time to the point. He shifted slightly, making him wince, the bandages crinkling in a flash showing his discomfort. He exhales in between his teeth, hs elbow popping loudly as he moves it behind him to hold him steady as he shifts slightly. He brought it back to his lap, seeming more comfotable on the smooth cave floor. His eyes throbbed, a constant pulse and he blinked to calm them. He sighed.
"I come here often.... you're really lucky you live here. Such a special place..." He trailed off, looking at the stary water.
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