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Post by Stella Grimshaw on Feb 29, 2008 20:00:22 GMT -5
Days turned into nights and nights into days. With the howling wind came a strong mist, strange it should come at sunset on the night of a new moon. Stella walked journeying endlessly in search of her brother, but ever lead turned into a dead end and she was left with nothing. She received information on a group of vampires that headed towards Ireland, thought they did not know of the man she spoke of, she still sailed on the first ship that would take her across. It took her many tries to find a ship that would take on a women with an escort, but her search soon landed with an old sailor that only asked why a women would travel alone and to a place where werewolves were rumored to roam freely. With a small response, Stella told him that she was in search of her elder brother that was taken away from her a few years ago. With that small answer, the old sailor nodded and told her to board the ship.
As soon as they landed, she felt cold and scared. Something seemed off with the ancient lands. With a fair well to the sailor and his men, she journeyed on. So many watched her as she wondered around, having no where to go and never knowing where she was going. Some men frowned upon her for being alone, but little did they know that the young witch was never alone. With metal and fire running through her, she never needed anyone.
Days continued and Stella grew restless. It seemed that he travels took her to yet another dead end. Stella sighed, not only did she lose her brother once again, she was lost in the ancient lands. She walked on, somehow coming to a small village. Lights still lit, she walked towards them. She thought that surely they would give her settler for the night. The young witch came to a small inn. She heard many voices coming from inside; all mostly men. Stella shook her head, she hoped that it wasn't like the last inn where all the men thought that they could get into her bed. She was not a sleeper and they should do well to remember that.
Walking in, many eyes were on her as she walked up to the bartender. "Excuse me sir, but would you have a room available?" she asked politely knowing that he was still a man and men, she was taught, where to be treated with respect even if they do not treat women the same way. The inn taker looked at Stella very carefully and spoke. "Why would a beautiful women like yourself being doing alone? Seems strange don't ye think?" he asked the young witch that stood before him. Tis true, it would look strange to humans. "My business is of my own sir." she said looking around at hungry eye from some of the eyes. She did not like the feeling she was getting, but tried to brush it off. Glancing back at the caretaker, he started to laugh, "forgive me my lady, tis my job to ask when women come into this here inn. I meant no disrespect. I will have a room prepared for you." he said still chuckling slightly.
Stella smiled, she knew he meant to disrespect, but she was just so tired and worn out because of coming to a dead end once again. "Thank you sir. I'll just sit and wait." she said then walking over to a empty table by a dirty window. She sat looking out into the dark night. With every minute that passed by she felt nervous. Something wasn't right in these parts. |
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Post by Mercy Windsor on Mar 4, 2008 0:08:45 GMT -5
Mercy noticed the girl the moment she entered the inn. She was another Wiccan it was obvious but clearly only to her. To the men seated around the wooden tables, she was only another female, prey for their hungry loins. She knew that this girl wouldn't have a problem warding the eager men off though, they didn't know exactly what she could do to them. Mercy herself had earlier in the week proven that she didn't need a man to escort her around the land.
Mercy had traveled from England in search of a specific root that was only found in the moors. She was still on the hunt, but she felt a closeness that she hadn't felt before. Upon entering the village, she received plenty of stares and a few confrontations but other than, remained relatively unscathed.
She felt the aura of this other wiccan the minute she had entered the village. Mercy wondered what the girl was in search of. Usually Wiccans stayed in one place unless they were on the hunt for something or otherwise forced from their homes. She eyed the girl a bit longer before approaching.
She noticed the young woman's eyes in the reflection of the glass before anything else. "I knew I felt you." It was an odd comment to any normal human's ears, but it should have made sense to the girl sitting by the window. "I sense you the moment you entered the village. I'm Mercy." She held out her hand to shake/ |
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Post by Stella Grimshaw on Mar 6, 2008 11:54:51 GMT -5
Stella wondered where her brother got to, she was sure that she was on his sent but it seemed that she would have to continue her search in the morning. As she continued to look out at the darkened night, she heard someone come up to her. Slowly turning her head to see who it was, Stella got a familiar feeling from her. And what the women said proved her feeling to be correct. She was a Wiccan. She held out her hand and shook the women who called herself Mercy. "Stella, pleasure sister." she said knowing the women would know exactly the greeting she was making for only wiccans called each other sisters since related through magic.
Stella motioned for Mercy to sit with her. She wondered what a wiccan would be doing in these parts, just like Stella. She was curious to know if she was one a hunt since wiccan's travel in pairs or three's mostly. The power of three was always stronger then one or even two. "So tell me sister, what brings you to this inn without your connections." she asked looking out the window once more.
Stella didn't have a coven that she belonged to for once she was disowned by her mother and grandmother, she had no one. Only the hope for finding her brother and killing vampires kept her going in the world. She would make them pay for ruining her life and taking away the only person who cared about her. |
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Post by Mercy Windsor on Mar 23, 2008 14:22:19 GMT -5
Mercy smiled slightly - her "connections." No matter how much it pained her to admit it, Mercy had never had any real connections. There was no coven that she belonged to, no sisterhood where she fit in. Her own house in England was a somewhat make shift sanctuary for any traveling Wiccan, but she never considered the women there to be part of a coven.
"I have no connections to speak of." she replied quietly. "I should ask you the same though." She hadn't sense another around until this girl had walked in... so why was she alone? It took will power not to ask immediately, but Stella deserved some privacy. Mercy refrained and took a seat instead. [/size][/blockquote] |
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