Immolation Is What She Wants (open)

[qi]

– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin [/ul]

Love fascinates me. I learned its meaning through rote repetition, and I have learned to love through practice. Girls and boys have been in love with me before, and eventually, I understood to appreciate them, but the romantic yearning for their bodies, for their hearts, and their minds: it eludes me.

Limerence no. 1 reminded me of the filigree imprints that leaves make in the mud, their veins spidering out. Naturally ornate? And her eyes seemed to be always wet, glassy like she was on the verge of tears. Her left ear sat crooked on her head, the betufted tip pointing to the left instead of to the sky, and her fur swirled in an odd place along the back of her thighs. She had a weird voice that bothered me actually, like her tongue moved too slowly so that she spoke with a lisp. In fact, she was somewhat dumb, though she was an odd sort of pretty that deceived me in the beginning.

I should say that we were both too young to know if it was love, but I knew she loved me by the way she pressed her shoulder into mine when we stood close (but didn't have to.) Her body was always angled to me, even when we weren't speaking. Those eyes, shallow as they were, never left my face. When we slept against one another for warmth, she would nestle her head on my arm. Altogether these habits of hers are sweet in my memory.

But she was just the first, and I think of the second when my eyes skip across the ice. I smell her sometimes, like the smell of evergreens and wet earth. Her feet were tiny; her mouth was small and so was her tongue. It wasn't childish limerence that threw her onto me but an infatuation that was assuaged into love. She was chaos in a bottle; she was what was in Pandora's box. This water, stilled by the winter, conjures the memories of her coldness. I am yours, she had told me boldly, as if the whole world knew but me. She wanted nothing from me but to hear me call her mine to an audience of men.

The wind that cuts across the lake is lucid. I keep thinking of those two maidens and their forms, cute and supple in their own ways. In the dark, I can envision their features in the constellations. They look very different and different still from the third lover (because that was what she was more than anything.) My breath escapes like phantoms from my lips, and I wait for a wistfulness to capture my heart with every blustery sigh of wind.



ooc: I don't know... This just came out. I cut it short, because it was just becoming a story, hah... I think I'm starting to base this character off of a friend of mine. Oops.

[Tristren]

Jax
"Eeap!"
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Jax sat covered in the snow across from an icy lake he was just moments ago examining for any holes. He had in fact found one not to far off from the shore he was a few feet away from at the present, however for the time being he took to hunting the creatures beneath him. The unseen but not unheard. His ears were large, the satellite dishes of the canine world which made up for the near sightedness of his eyes during the hunt. This wasn’t necessarily giving up for him, he was very persistent in catching something to eat he just had his own method. A few minutes earlier after spending quite sometime with the tip of his tail in the frigid waters awaiting a curious nibble from any life he started to wonder if there were any fish at all. He twirled around pulling his himself out of the hole and planted his body on the ice in order to twist around and give a caring lick to his bushy tail. To his surprise he found the explanation to the lack of food… it was numb. He gave a quick scream of disapproval and scurried across the ice to the frozen bank. So he had decided to split his time between hunting on the turf and trying to trick the fish into becoming his dinner.

The little mammal gave a few brief sniffs of the air wrinkling his nose in a bored overdramatic way. He didn’t really have to hunt that afternoon he had plenty of other leftovers buried in his secret spots but Tristren only supplied him with half as much entertainment that his attention required. There was always a use for more food during the winter time, if he didn’t get to it his friend certainly would. He plopped down on his haunches and gave a satisfying scratch behind his large flaxen ear until he lost his balance and fell into the white powder. He quickly spun to his feet and gave a shake to his snow ridden pelt. Time to listen in on the underground! Taking a brisk pace he trotted a few feet before finding the right spot. His body froze for a moment radar giving an about-face into the direction of the noise in the floor. He crept slowly towards the frantic scritch scratch like a praying mantis his golden eyes overpowering the dark strip that they encompassed. Suddenly at the opportune moment his leg muscles released their springs launching Jax directly over the target for an aerial attack. Jabbing his front legs forward he dived in for the pounce sliding his petite paws through the snow like a knife through butter until making contact with.. Nothing! He slipped his muzzle along side his spindles of jet tasting the air for any sign of rodent but to no avail. The creature had narrowly escaped its death and Jax returned to the surface once again tattered with the winter on his shoulders.

His ear gave a funny twitch as if it were spasming out until the muscles exhausted themselves into a calm station. A dark hind foot reached up to greet it with another soothing scratch… just the right amount of pressure to send its master into another lull before reattempting the hunt. While his main sense was being preoccupied by the constant rasp of a claw at its door his nose was busy recording a new scent. The wind gave him no other choice but to accept the smells being pushed across the lake. He stopped everything…. There was another. Skit skat! He shrieked to himself while holding his forepart erect to get a quick view of the figure over the mound of frozen rain. Jax gasped and shrunk to the level of the terrain kicking the snow up in a blind circular scurry of panic. Did they spot him?

((ooc: burp))

Edit: I like your post btw :3 sorry if i ruined it with my smelliness D: <3))

[qi]

The snow is so light that whispering on it sends snowflakes whirling up into the blue. Though it stopped snowing a while ago, a lot has collected across my shoulders and my coat. Some has piled on top of my head, clinging to the hair behind my ears. I'm completely piceous in color; even my eyes are hardened shadows. (I like to think that I appear as a silhouette cast on the ground, sneaking miserably and terribly through the sylvan dark.) Needless to say, my body doesn't merge fluidly into the blanche snow.

I stop thinking about the trials of love and start thinking about the snow and how much I stand out against it.

Hmm. I zone out a lot, but I hear something now. It's muffled by the snow, and I try to look around and spot the animal, since I'm sure it's one. I'm tentative about just shouting out a hello, since it may not really be a person at all but something inanimate stirred by the wind or maybe a creature, like a squirrel, that I can't communicate with. I say it anyway. Hello? I hear my voice in my ears, kind of weak from not having talked in so long.

ooc: Thanks.
This one, I wanted to keep it short, so it's a bit... euh, lack-luster and not really flow-y. I haven't roleplayed in a while.
I like your character. He's very cute!

[Tristren]

Jax
"Skit skat!"
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“Hello?”

The voice seemed to crawl along the uneven terrain until it reached the ears of the intended target. Jax let out a shrill squeal as the proof of being seen became evident. A slight shiver ran along his body as his mind started the cog wheel of panic that usually sent him into a state of frenzied hysteria… but this time he was angry. The little guy shook himself out of the snow he just moments ago dug himself into and took a leaping bound forward. With a regal pose he pressed out his chest and gave a small bark of authority that to any wolf would have sounded more like a weird hybrid noise of a cat and canine. Two vertical slit pupils scanned the lake for the creature that dare interrupt his leisurely hunt, even though he was probably more upset for the embarrassment he felt if they had watched his continuous failure at catching anything.

There he saw her. It didn’t take but a few seconds to spot the wolf in this scenery just as it wouldn’t be hard to spot a demon in heaven. Jax squinted sizing up his foe ready to dance whenever his partner had the guts to ask. Coming in at about 20 pounds fully fed he didn’t stand a chance going head to head with the wolf however with his lightness in step he was confident he could easily avoid becoming someone else’s dinner.

The bundle of winter fur ran to the edge of the lake and stared back at the loner. “What do you want?!” he gave a few huffs of the cold air looking for and remembering the exact scent. “I wont tell you anything about my cache!”

ooc: All good and no sweat! and thanks for the character compliment !

[qi]

Along the liminal state between the pale blue of the ice and the pale blue of the skies, another person, similar in appearance to me, puffs hot breaths and less-than-warm words. What do you want? he says, his words a frown to my ears. I stand, I imagine, wide-eyed as he continues, I wont' tell you anything about my cache! A deictic utterance, I couldnt' make anything of it. What cache? I ask. I am confused.



ooc: Ah, whatever. This is good enough.