Ouroboros [Isis]

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11-25-13:
Random starting specialties will not only occur upon request. Regardless if Oddities and Gifts are bans they will always be able to start with common specialties. Aside for that, have you been reading the vampire threads? Getting involved with the vampire event? If not, take a look. If that does not interest you, check out the last note. We are allowing canon submissions.

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Ouroboros [Isis] Dec 11, 2013 4:29:44 GMT

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Post by SIOBHÁN MACALLAN on Dec 11, 2013 4:29:44 GMT

THE STRENGTH TO PROVE

only the strong survive

"Macallan-san, please wait a moment?"

Siobhán froze in her step, hoof an inch from the ground, before realizing it was probably more suspicious to be fully still like that. Had she finally been called out? Did somebody actually take note of the fact that there was some freaky girl with horns, pointy ears, and no feet in their class, and had set about to delay her until the suits arrived to take her away to some lab, dissect her, or—

"Your classmate, White-san, hasn't been coming to class for the past week. I know you two live in the same building at the dormitories, so could you please deliver her the handouts and homework for the past week? I also wrote her a take-home test for Tuesday's exam," the teacher—err, professor—uh, sensei—oh whatever, educational professional said, while holding out a sheaf of papers.

Siobhán grasped the handouts with a nervous giggle, one hand idly tucking a strand of hair behind her elfin ear. Well, actually, it wasn't elfin at the moment, not even to her eyes, if the faint scent of sycamore smoke and lavender was anything to go by. The oddity of her magic: there was a genuine scent about it, which made little sense. At least most people just passed it off as an odd perfume. Why the magic of Faerie had smells was silly, but some part of her rationalized that it was so people passed off the presence of the fae as just a scent on the wind. After all, smoke and herbs was a lot less intimidating than, say, sulfur and brimstone, now wasn't it?

With a happy hum, Siobhán skipped down the hallway and out of the school building, shoes-that-weren't, covering nonexistent feet, creating the normal sound of indoor shoes—as opposed to the sharp clack of hooves or heels that normally would have resulted.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong, that little voice in the back of her head kept saying. That chill from the center of your forehead, going down your spine, that's supernatural residue, and it's really strong here, it kept saying. A strange pressure built at the tip of her horn, and though it was invisible through fae glamour, the tip was glowing a dull, forest green.

Why was she having this feeling? This was just that oddly white-haired girl she'd seen in class and the hallway. Then again who was she to talk about odd hair—hers had turned green when her body assumed its Glaistig form. But if this classmate was as benign as she seemed, why was something deep inside telling the Scottish Fae to run away?

A hand reached out and rapped once, twice, thrice upon the door.

"Excuse me, Isis?" she called out, in English, her lilting Scottish accent giving a light carry to some of the words. "I have s-some handouts f-f-for ye, ye innae been in class, so, ah..." Her voice gave way to Scottish brogue, and a slight, worried sound came from her lips. Were she aware of its similarity to a high-pitched goat's bleat, she would have clapped her hands over her traitorous mouth, purely in embarrassment.

But she didn't. Instead, she just stood there, legs shaking, one hoof rising half on and off the ground over and over, hidden beneath her glamour.

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Ouroboros [Isis] Dec 16, 2013 6:01:03 GMT

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Post by ISIS WHITE on Dec 16, 2013 6:01:03 GMT

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"ALMOST LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED."
FOR @tag

Yep. Couldn't get any better than this.

Not only did she miss school for a week trying to get used to her new "condition", but she spent it constantly reminding herself of the condition. Getting used to braille was by no means easy, and half of the time she just used her refined sense of touch to feel the very definition of ink against paper to discern what things read. Impressive? Yes, but it wasn't her most impressive ability by far.

She shared a room with another person, but she was working, and she was home to cope with her limited vision and insatiable hunger. If not being able to see was bad enough, having a feeling at the back of your throat not unlike a blowtorch for twenty four hours a day could easily put you in a sour mood. In all honesty, she didn't like the concept of exposing such a volatile monster like herself to the general populace anymore. She was willing to just lock herself up to keep other people safe. But would her sanity really hold that long?

How many times has she filtered out those malicious thoughts, liberated her mind of the "evil"? Do it, Isis. You'll love it, she knew what they were talking about. It'll be delicious, and nobody can stop you. You should just do as Leanna suggested, and embrace what you've become. She drove her fangs into her bottom lip. Blood trickled from the fresh wound on her lip, taunting her.

Never!

Like hell she'd be that weak, and give in to temptation. Regardless of what she was physically, she was still "Isis" in spirit, and Isis would never forsake her humanity for her own benefit, to do something detrimental to others. And she'll be damned if she'll let any of these other vampiric freaks lay their hands on anyone else.

God, she wasn't in much at all, to be completely honest. A big cream colored shirt, black shorts... and that's it. She wasn't going out, after all, and her boss at work was getting real pushy... what an asshole.

Then someone knocked on her door.

Oh boy.

Roughly fifteen seconds later she opened it up. She had her eyes closed - she didn't want anyone seeing her eyes. Her hair looked as though she dunked it in a pool of red paint, but other than that, she didn't look too different. Thanks to her extremely acute sense of smell, this girl immediately stuck out like a sore thumb who just ate a fifty ton hammer. In fact, she caught whiff of that blend of smoke and herbs long before this girl even got to the door. Her voice - she was nervous. Sweat and tone were the greatest contributions to the anxiety she detected.

Do I even want to know?

"Well, thank you," she replied in English, "that's just lovely."

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Post by SIOBHÁN MACALLAN on Dec 11, 2013 4:29:44 GMT

Post by ISIS WHITE on Dec 16, 2013 6:01:03 GMT

Lolite, the cbox

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