Tavern by the Creek (The Curses) Part III - Page 9

TAOWolf · 03-27-2002, 07:51 PM

The wolves renew her spirit, and her mind, and she pets each one in turn......

~my family.........~

She looks up at Cyril, tears brimming in her eyes, and angrily reaches up, brushing them away. She stands and smiles at Star....

She gently touches Cyril's cheek, and kneels down in front of her pack, not trusting her voice yet, and pulls out a soft pair of pants, and a big loose shirt, putting his clasp on the shirt, and slowly gets dressed, the sunlight dancing slowly over her tanned skin......

Cyril Darkcloud · 03-27-2002, 08:16 PM

They must be protected somehow, he thinks, these wolves of hers. He looks intently at the nearby wolf, this one called StarLight, which has singled him out so strongly. This will be the one should she send any of them toward the places of sky and storm, this will be the one. But this wolf is not yet ready, she must first learn a new way to move and a new way to breathe – how does one teach such things to a wolf? And these others, her pack, how are we to see to their safety? At her touch he turns his attention to KayLisa. There is a sad decisiveness about her movements and he wonders over its meaning.

TAOWolf · 03-27-2002, 08:25 PM

As she finishes dressing, she walks barefoot over to the remains of the fire, stoking it back up, and setting the tea back on, and starts going thru the food, looking for something to fix. Her hair keeps getting in her way, and she swats at it again and again.......

She looks up suddenly, noticing Cyril just standing there looking from the wolves to her, a question marked in his face...

She starts to talk, but as tears rise again, she quickly looks back down, and rummages thru the pack some more, not knowing what to say, or even how to talk...............

TAOWolf · 03-27-2002, 08:30 PM

For once Star is completely distracted from Cyril by Fire-eyes movements, and she quickly races to her side, whimpering as she notices the smell of her......

She gently pushes her paw over Fire-eyes hand in the pack, making her stop. She nuzzles Fire-eye's cheek, and sits back, looking her directly in the eyes.....

~I saw what you saw, sister and I will go and retrieve this rune you are seeking, but how will I get there, and how will I find it?......~Star glances at Cyril and back at Fire-eyes.
~Will he help me? Can you ask him? I cannot talk to him like this as I do you, I do not know why....~

KayLisa smiles softly, and rubs the top of Star's head, pushing her back to the other wolves.
"I will find a way, Star....."....

She sighs, and kneels there, having forgotten what she was doing, and stares off into the distance, her eyes having a slight vague look in them........

Cyril Darkcloud · 03-27-2002, 08:58 PM

ooc: Perhaps we can snap her out of this distracted condition ....

He has not done this in a very long time, but perhaps it is what she needs. As she turns to her pack, he swiftly moves to pick up the storm reaver and stands behind her at a slight distance. He turns his face to the sunfilled sky and in a silent and deep breathing exhales the syllables of her name, “Liath Madadh-allaidh,” the very first time he has sent outsider words upon the wind. Furrowing his brow in concentration he releases something of himself into the wind after the words of her name, allowing the energy to bear her name upward into the clean and sun warmed air. He waits a moment, grateful for the distraction the wolf gives her, allowing the breath bearing her name to linger above them and gather the warmth and light of the sun. He stands very still then and with a whisper placed gently upon the air between them, calls her name down to where it might enfold itself around her with the warmth it has gathered. He releases the axe from his burned fingers and, stooping, places it upon the ground. Rising again to his feet he repeats her name, “Liath Madadh-allaidh.”

TAOWolf · 03-27-2002, 09:12 PM

Thoughts flow through her mind like water, and just as slippery as she tries to catch reality again....

She starts suddenly, the fire coming back to her eyes, and she gasps feeling a warm breath of air envelope her....

~ah, now I remember.........~ She stretches her arms above her head, feeling a little more alive now. She hears Cyril speak her Celt name, and turns the smile in her eyes quickly turning to worry.......

"What have you done?". She quickly steps over the log, and rushes to him, going to her knees as she takes his burned hands in hers. "NO.....no no no......... She glances up at him, seeing the look on his face, and sighs, kissing first one then the other hand, and gently releases them heading for her healing pack....

She glances over her shoulder at him, again swatting her hair out of the way, never once the thought crossing her mind to just braid it and be done, and gestures to the log. "Sit down, so I can see to your hands...."

She actually surprises herself by giggling, and mutters, "Stubborn as a mule, that describes both of us. What a pair, eh?" She winks at the wolves, and they suddenly find the leaves blowing around very interesting......

Cyril Darkcloud · 03-27-2002, 09:42 PM

ooc: Yep, real stubborn. *LMAO*

He laughs softly seeing her rush again to her pack. Rather than sitting he steps forward that he might meet her movement as she rises from the pack, placing the unburned fingers of his left hand against her lips. “It was only one hand,” he smiles, “and the burns are slight.” Taking a turn at brushing the hair from her eyes, he continues, “And besides, you’re worth it.” He kisses her upon the forehead and then moves to remove the whistling teapot from the fire.

[ 03-27-2002, 09:44 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

TAOWolf · 03-27-2002, 09:55 PM

She smiles, and hands him some beeswax, "Humor me and put this on it, for me?"

She rummages through her pack and gets a brush, it finally dawning on her to brush her hair. She bends over and begins drawing the brush through her hair, and a thought comes to her....

"How about after tea, we take a swim? We could both use a BATH" She giggles, and looks at him upside down from between her long legs...

[ 03-28-2002, 10:10 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

Cyril Darkcloud · 03-27-2002, 11:44 PM

THE TAVERN

The men work swiftly and a new and heavier doorframe is in place by mid morning. The new door itself is a large oaken affair designed to hang upon a sturdy set of massive iron hinges. It takes the full crew to fit the door into place. Maria looks up from her work reorganizing the serving areas from time to time to make sure that Bartleby is sufficiently distracted with the task of tracking the inventory of wines and spirits to leave the workers alone. As the work of hanging the door begins, she hurriedly coaxes the barkeep into the kitchen insisting that the workmen will need a proper lunch shortly and he’d best be seeing to it.

“Ach! Woman, ye be far too charitable with me inventory! Why for the love of whatever god be in charge of the rebuildin’ of taverns, I don’‘t see why they couln’a brought their own damn lunches!”

“Bartleby!” she shouts with a laugh, “It’s only right that we feed them.” And as they enter the kitchen she adds in a conspiratorial tone, “Besides, if you fix the lunch now you won’t have to feed the rest of the crew once they arrive.”

“Aye, woman, ‘tis a fine idea ye be havin’ there.” As he begins to prepare the meal his thoughts turn again to the grimly mundane task of replacing most of his serving staff and a line of silent tears streams down his face.

Neb · 03-28-2002, 12:50 AM

Neb nears his destination, when he judges that there is less than two miles left he stops using his powers so that he might have enough left to deal with any critters that await him here. Night begins to fall as he advances towards the crypt, now visible to him as a far away thing.

Something approaches out of the darkness, two things, Wraiths. Neb watches them impassively as they approach, their unnatural fear doesn't affect him. Remembering what he can about Wraiths the Psionic recalls that they are capable of draining his life force, this would probably be a bad thing and so he decides to stop that.

Wrench, he reaches out with his powers, and literally wrenches the two Wraiths from their dual existence, they now exist purely in the Prime Material Plane, not partially in the Negative Material any longer. Stepping forward he ends the existence of the first one with a quick swipe of his blade.

The second brushes it's cold hand across his skin, the coldness burns, but his life force remains untouched. Ignoring the pain he easily dispatches the second as well, then continues his advance towards the crypt where his objectives lie.

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03-27-2002, 07:51 PM	#81
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	The wolves renew her spirit, and her mind, and she pets each one in turn...... ~my family.........~ She looks up at Cyril, tears brimming in her eyes, and angrily reaches up, brushing them away. She stands and smiles at Star.... She gently touches Cyril's cheek, and kneels down in front of her pack, not trusting her voice yet, and pulls out a soft pair of pants, and a big loose shirt, putting his clasp on the shirt, and slowly gets dressed, the sunlight dancing slowly over her tanned skin......

03-27-2002, 08:16 PM	#82
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	They must be protected somehow, he thinks, these wolves of hers. He looks intently at the nearby wolf, this one called StarLight, which has singled him out so strongly. This will be the one should she send any of them toward the places of sky and storm, this will be the one. But this wolf is not yet ready, she must first learn a new way to move and a new way to breathe – how does one teach such things to a wolf? And these others, her pack, how are we to see to their safety? At her touch he turns his attention to KayLisa. There is a sad decisiveness about her movements and he wonders over its meaning.

03-27-2002, 08:25 PM	#83
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	As she finishes dressing, she walks barefoot over to the remains of the fire, stoking it back up, and setting the tea back on, and starts going thru the food, looking for something to fix. Her hair keeps getting in her way, and she swats at it again and again....... She looks up suddenly, noticing Cyril just standing there looking from the wolves to her, a question marked in his face... She starts to talk, but as tears rise again, she quickly looks back down, and rummages thru the pack some more, not knowing what to say, or even how to talk...............

03-27-2002, 08:30 PM	#84
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	For once Star is completely distracted from Cyril by Fire-eyes movements, and she quickly races to her side, whimpering as she notices the smell of her...... She gently pushes her paw over Fire-eyes hand in the pack, making her stop. She nuzzles Fire-eye's cheek, and sits back, looking her directly in the eyes..... ~I saw what you saw, sister and I will go and retrieve this rune you are seeking, but how will I get there, and how will I find it?......~Star glances at Cyril and back at Fire-eyes. ~Will he help me? Can you ask him? I cannot talk to him like this as I do you, I do not know why....~ KayLisa smiles softly, and rubs the top of Star's head, pushing her back to the other wolves. "I will find a way, Star.....".... She sighs, and kneels there, having forgotten what she was doing, and stares off into the distance, her eyes having a slight vague look in them........

03-27-2002, 08:58 PM	#85
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	ooc: Perhaps we can snap her out of this distracted condition .... He has not done this in a very long time, but perhaps it is what she needs. As she turns to her pack, he swiftly moves to pick up the storm reaver and stands behind her at a slight distance. He turns his face to the sunfilled sky and in a silent and deep breathing exhales the syllables of her name, “Liath Madadh-allaidh,” the very first time he has sent outsider words upon the wind. Furrowing his brow in concentration he releases something of himself into the wind after the words of her name, allowing the energy to bear her name upward into the clean and sun warmed air. He waits a moment, grateful for the distraction the wolf gives her, allowing the breath bearing her name to linger above them and gather the warmth and light of the sun. He stands very still then and with a whisper placed gently upon the air between them, calls her name down to where it might enfold itself around her with the warmth it has gathered. He releases the axe from his burned fingers and, stooping, places it upon the ground. Rising again to his feet he repeats her name, “Liath Madadh-allaidh.”

03-27-2002, 09:12 PM	#86
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	Thoughts flow through her mind like water, and just as slippery as she tries to catch reality again.... She starts suddenly, the fire coming back to her eyes, and she gasps feeling a warm breath of air envelope her.... ~ah, now I remember.........~ She stretches her arms above her head, feeling a little more alive now. She hears Cyril speak her Celt name, and turns the smile in her eyes quickly turning to worry....... "What have you done?". She quickly steps over the log, and rushes to him, going to her knees as she takes his burned hands in hers. "NO.....no no no......... She glances up at him, seeing the look on his face, and sighs, kissing first one then the other hand, and gently releases them heading for her healing pack.... She glances over her shoulder at him, again swatting her hair out of the way, never once the thought crossing her mind to just braid it and be done, and gestures to the log. "Sit down, so I can see to your hands...." She actually surprises herself by giggling, and mutters, "Stubborn as a mule, that describes both of us. What a pair, eh?" She winks at the wolves, and they suddenly find the leaves blowing around very interesting......

03-27-2002, 09:42 PM	#87
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	ooc: Yep, real stubborn. LMAO He laughs softly seeing her rush again to her pack. Rather than sitting he steps forward that he might meet her movement as she rises from the pack, placing the unburned fingers of his left hand against her lips. “It was only one hand,” he smiles, “and the burns are slight.” Taking a turn at brushing the hair from her eyes, he continues, “And besides, you’re worth it.” He kisses her upon the forehead and then moves to remove the whistling teapot from the fire. [ 03-27-2002, 09:44 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

03-27-2002, 09:55 PM	#88
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	She smiles, and hands him some beeswax, "Humor me and put this on it, for me?" She rummages through her pack and gets a brush, it finally dawning on her to brush her hair. She bends over and begins drawing the brush through her hair, and a thought comes to her.... "How about after tea, we take a swim? We could both use a BATH" She giggles, and looks at him upside down from between her long legs... [ 03-28-2002, 10:10 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

03-27-2002, 11:44 PM	#89
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	THE TAVERN The men work swiftly and a new and heavier doorframe is in place by mid morning. The new door itself is a large oaken affair designed to hang upon a sturdy set of massive iron hinges. It takes the full crew to fit the door into place. Maria looks up from her work reorganizing the serving areas from time to time to make sure that Bartleby is sufficiently distracted with the task of tracking the inventory of wines and spirits to leave the workers alone. As the work of hanging the door begins, she hurriedly coaxes the barkeep into the kitchen insisting that the workmen will need a proper lunch shortly and he’d best be seeing to it. “Ach! Woman, ye be far too charitable with me inventory! Why for the love of whatever god be in charge of the rebuildin’ of taverns, I don’‘t see why they couln’a brought their own damn lunches!” “Bartleby!” she shouts with a laugh, “It’s only right that we feed them.” And as they enter the kitchen she adds in a conspiratorial tone, “Besides, if you fix the lunch now you won’t have to feed the rest of the crew once they arrive.” “Aye, woman, ‘tis a fine idea ye be havin’ there.” As he begins to prepare the meal his thoughts turn again to the grimly mundane task of replacing most of his serving staff and a line of silent tears streams down his face.

03-28-2002, 12:50 AM	#90
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 39 Posts: 8,802	Neb nears his destination, when he judges that there is less than two miles left he stops using his powers so that he might have enough left to deal with any critters that await him here. Night begins to fall as he advances towards the crypt, now visible to him as a far away thing. Something approaches out of the darkness, two things, Wraiths. Neb watches them impassively as they approach, their unnatural fear doesn't affect him. Remembering what he can about Wraiths the Psionic recalls that they are capable of draining his life force, this would probably be a bad thing and so he decides to stop that. Wrench, he reaches out with his powers, and literally wrenches the two Wraiths from their dual existence, they now exist purely in the Prime Material Plane, not partially in the Negative Material any longer. Stepping forward he ends the existence of the first one with a quick swipe of his blade. The second brushes it's cold hand across his skin, the coldness burns, but his life force remains untouched. Ignoring the pain he easily dispatches the second as well, then continues his advance towards the crypt where his objectives lie.

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