Post by Elijah on Mar 3, 2007 15:43:16 GMT -5
Elijah (3/3/2007 12:56:02 PM): His back was pressed into the cool slab of a grave stone set behind him, with a stick in one hand and his knife in the other, slowly whittling away. The Black Mamba on the snow next to him seemed to hardly notice the cold, and its dark tongue flickered in and out of its mouth, while he turned his small head this way and that, to catch the scent of a stranger before he or Elijah saw them. There was really nothing else to do, in his mind. He was bored, the graveyard was quiet, and he was rather tired of people in the taverns at the moment, and had made the quiet decision to leave them alone for a while. The same thing happened there, over and over again, and at times he wanted to stick a fork in his own eye to punish himself for venturing inside the door again, when he knew how it was <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 12:58:40 PM): going to end up. With the silence pressing around him and his Guardian on a small rock beside him, he felt rather content to sit there and whittle a stick away into nothing, or break it into little pieces and form a pile on his left side, the oppisite of where his Guardian was. Their thoughts would flicker into eachother's mind from time to time, but for the most part their minds were blisfully empty and content to stay that way. What with somebody attacking him in a grave yard only a few nights before, and people again thinking that holy water was the cure to undeads like himself. There were rows upon rows of headstones and memorials in every direction that you looked around him, and even he wasn't quite sure why he had chosen this medium-sized headstone to sit under. Maybe because <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 12:59:31 PM): it hid him from view from behind, it was large enough to support his entire back, and was almost smack dab in the middle of the graveyard itself. 3 very good possible reasons why he'd chosen it.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:06:10 PM): -Snow shuffled beneath her feet, moving off to the sides of her overly-sized skirt held by boning. For some reason or another she felt the need to dress as she had once before. Lace and chiffon dragged along behind her in a trane that carried stains and water, but none did she care. A veil for her face, and a hat for her hair. Decked in black, white, and gold, the trimmings of a queen from another time. She looked as if she had come from Europe in the early times of the middle of the american civil war. Who in the hell would wear something like that to a wet, tight graveyard? She stopped, though, at one of the larger memorials and kneeled beside it, leaning her head against it. She said no words, but dabbed beneath the black veil with a white hankerchief. She did not cry loudly; <c>
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:09:15 PM): there was no reason. A man ran out towards her, dressed normally, holding an umbrella that matched her wardrobe. An unbrella would not help her cold. But she shooed him away as her eyes flicked open. She sensed a man by, but he was no ordinary man. A man who she could feel the same with. The man ran off after some quiet, angry words were changed. She pushed herself up from her knees and looked over towards the stone he sat behind. Should she start the conversation, or wait for his reaction to her. Her mouth turned to a grin. Some interaction. Lovely.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:12:26 PM): Heard things behind him. Heard the sound of a dress and trail dragging along the snowy ground at a slower pace. Heard a tear get swallowed up in a handful of tissues. Heard feet running quickly towards the source of the first few noises, and then heard whoever was running retreat just as quickly as he's approached whoever it was. Instinctively the fingers that were holding onto the knife tightened around the handle of it, though he did not stop whittling on the stick itself. Kept up the same, slow pace of whittling that he'd had from before he'd heard her approach some kind of a grave or monument, whatever it was. Had not taken the time to look over his shoulder to see just what she was looking at or mourning over. Mostly for the reason that it was none of his business, and he should <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:14:49 PM): stay out of it for just that same reason. But this creature that she was staring at did feel eyes upon him, and for whatever reasons she had for looking at him, they were enough to make him slightly uncomfortable. Mautiausi, who laid on the rock beside him still, sensed her and wove his way off the rock and made a path in the snow, coming around the right side of the grave and blinking his dark eyes at her, while his mouth opened and he let out of the softest form of a hiss that he could manage: Not really a challenge or a threat, but a warning, as he could only talk to Elijah, and that was only by means of telepathy. Finally his oddly colored blue eyes perked up from the stick he held in his hand and silently looked across the space at her. The pair of them surveyed eachother <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:16:17 PM): for a few moments, as if sizing eachother up. But he was the first one to talk, and his voice was hesitant, though clear. "Hello." His knuckles pure white with the grip that he had on the dagger. Pondering if she were here to start something with him by means of a fight, or if she were a local he hadn't seen before, who didn't startle easily. That would be change of pace. But until he knew who she was, or what she was, he would keep his distance and knife in hand.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:22:26 PM): I thought dogs were man's best friend. -She said in a clear voice as she folded her hankerchief nicely. A black mamba. Those snakes weren't made for this side of the world. This boy certainly was different. And worth her intrigue. "I've never heard anything about snakes." Her voice was somewhat arrogant, above him in tone. She already felt that way, that she had something over him, though she probably did not. She folded her hands nicely on her skirt and stared him right back down. Happily, her eyes were mostly covered by the veil, and her skin by her clothing. There wasn't much to see of her other than her figure. A breeze flew by, shifting the veil and her yellow locks. Her skin was almost as white as the snow beneath her feet, and only for that moment was there any to see.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:27:43 PM): An eyebrow involuntarily perked at the tone that she was using to him. As though she were better than him; on a pedistal above him, smiling down at him as though she knew that he could not reach her up on that said pedistal. Needless to say, he didn't appreciate it very much. And his first impression of her was that she was rather stuck on herself, and looked down on anybody that wasn't in her skin or in her class, maybe even both. But lessons that he'd learned in the last 2 plus years that he'd been risen again had told him to not judge a book by its cover, because you could always be very wrong on your part, and that could be the last mistake that you made. Even after she spoke to him twice, he sat there on the edge of the grave and simply looked at her. At first it was because he <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:29:52 PM): wasn't sure what he could say to her without telling her off and ignoring her afterwards, and afterwards because he was taken back by the tone she'd cocked. Mautiausi seemed to bristle as he rose his front half off of the snow and seemed to teeter back and forth, almost like a Cobra would. For the second time he let out a hiss, though this one was louder. Kind of like a warning to watch her tone, because he, Mautiausi, and Elijah's Guardian, didn't like the tone that she was using. So he shrugged a shoulder carelessly and looked away from her to the snake, whose black eyes were narrowed on her. "You wouldn't, not out here. He's my Guardian." Breaking the stick in hand in half and tossing it away from him ontop of the snow, averting his gaze back to her and plainly waiting for <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:29:58 PM): her to make an introduction of some kind.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:36:04 PM): Do forgive me then. A wonderful guardian a black mamba could be. -She nodded to him and curtseyed a little, pulling up her skirt so she could. "Lady Kachie of the Night, good sir. And you, plus your guardian, if you would." She thought it best to give him the honor of seeing her face. She took the pins from her hat and took it off, the veil attatched. Her blonde curls were tied up behind her head, but her crimson feline eyes and lips were something different from the norm. Her skin radiated with little color, but she was still rather beautiful. She set her hat down atop a stone angel's head beside her and chuckled a bit at the sight. "You, also, are not human." She said so matter-of-factly.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:39:48 PM): Well, he liked her eyes. Could not recall seeing eyes like that before, or in that shape for that matter. They were red and cat-like, and he decided that he liked them very much. Unlike most strangers that she had probably come across, Elijah did not gap at the sight of her strange eyes and her attire, and he did not stare in a way that made her feel uncomfortable and annoyed enough to feel the urge to pluck the staring eyes out. His eyes held no judgement in them for her to see, and his mind was clear of any thoughts that would indicate he'd already judged her. Mautiausi also lowered himself so only his head was lifted up from the snow, as snakes tend to do when they're not hunting out their prey. When her tone changed, so did his Guardian's posture. His tongue darting out of his mouth<C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:42:39 PM): to get a better and more filling taste of this creature infront of him. She pointed out a fact that was clear to her and him, but a fact that most other creatures and humans would have over looked. If he were human himself, and she had not taken off her veil and hat, he would have walked right past her and assumed that she was another human being, coming to this graveyard to visit the grave site of loved one that had passed away. His shoulder gave another small shrug before he answered, "No, I'm not. I'm a Hellsent. I was raised back from the dead." Didn't add anything about his Guardian or how he'd come to aquire him, that was still something for him and only his family to know, and he would keep that secret until the day he was laid back to rest, whenever that was.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:50:55 PM): Ahh. I know of your kind... I don't know much, but I know of. Now then, why are you sitting here at a graveyard? You are not like me. You look normal, you could be about with the likes of women if you chose. Why sit here? -She questioned. She walked forward towards him and reached out a hand for him. It was for him to do as he saw fit. To shake, to help himself up. She meant it as a greeting and to raise him for her to look at. "From what I can see, you are beautiful. Why hide away? ...Elijah? Is it? Forgive me, I did not mean to hear it."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:54:12 PM): "I don't like them," jerking his head in the direction of the town, where most of the villagers gathered. There were farms scattered out here, few and far between. Plenty of space, and that was exactly what he liked. "They know I'm not human. Either they sense it, or Mautiausi being with me makes them think that I'm some kind of evil snake charmer. I eat their kind. That doesn't mean that I like the majority of them. I've been traveling around, because there's nothing else to do. And I chose a graveyard because it's always quiet here, nobody hardly ever comes here, or any other grave yard for that matter, and because I like them." That was probably a strange thing to say, but then again, he wasn't exactly what you could define as "normal", obviously. Looking at her hand. <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:56:49 PM): Considering taking it, or letting Mautiausi lunge at it for her being so close. Until Elijah made a decision, the snake would hold off his attack, though those black eyes of the snake's gave it away that he wasn't pleased with her being so close to his charge, even if he didn't express it by hissing or snapping at her. Took her hand in his and shook her hand firmly, placing his hands lazily at his side, his fingers teetering over the edge of the bottom of the grave onto the cold snow, while his eyes continued to gaze up at her. "You already know my name for so reason, so it stands to reason that I should know yours. Mautiausi; stand down." Mautiausi lowering himself back down, his tongue flicking out over the tops of her boots, before he swung around and went side-to-side ontop of the <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:57:16 PM): snow back to rest beside Elijah. "Nice to meet you."
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:08:06 PM): A lively one he is. -She said as she raised her skirt and looked down at the snake. "Please, the pleasure is mine." She smiled to him and shook his hand softly as he did back. She decided she hated standing above him, and so decided to go to the side of him without the snake and plopped down right on her behind on her skirt. "Kachie, if you will. Or Alyssa, Kyrielle...there are so many." She laughed, thinking about her life and how many names she truely had. She leaned against the side of the gravestone and looked at him. "I guess this is rather peaceful. it's certainly better than dealing with human scum."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:16:12 PM): "They're not all scum. If you go into the bigger citites there are some that are more open minded than in the country side like this. And if you want to be fair the majority of them were raised to hate things like vampires and undead, so it was preached into their heads. Not much they can do about that, if you really want to be fair. Fetch, Mautiausi." Pitching half of the stick a few feet in the air until it landed close to the edge of a smaller grave, the snake quite literally glaring at him and curling up between them, ignoring Elijah pointing repeatidly at the stick and ignoring her as well, though she'd clearly made up for her first impression and his charge had clearly forgiven her for it. If the snake wanted to be difficult, he'd let him be difficult, but he'd ignore him until <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:17:37 PM): he was done with it. "Ignore him, he's being moody."
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:20:05 PM): "They're not all scum. If you go into the bigger citites there are some that are more open minded than in the country side like this. And if you want to be fair the majority of them were raised to hate things like vampires and undead, so it was preached into their heads. Not much they can do about that, if you really want to be fair. Fetch, Mautiausi." Pitching half of the stick a few feet in the air until it landed close to the edge of a smaller grave, the snake quite literally glaring at him and curling up between them, ignoring Elijah pointing repeatidly at the stick and ignoring her as well, though she'd clearly made up for her first impression and his charge had clearly forgiven her for it. If the snake wanted to be difficult, he'd let him be difficult, but he'd ignore him until <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:20:13 PM): he was done with it. "Ignore him, he's being moody."
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:23:47 PM): I'm not much of a fair person. Even when I was human I wasn't fond of my own kind. -She looked down at the snake and chuckled when he told it to fetch, but it refused. "I told you. Dog is man's best friend." She reached back behind her and her hat floated to her hand, landing softly on her palm. She sat it down in her lap and played with it in her fingers. "When did you die." She said much more serious than her tones before. He looked young, but yet so did she. They seemed similar in breed, but that didn't mean they aged the same way.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:28:17 PM): "Almost 3-years ago. 3-years in August. My father's the one that killed me. My mother didn't care that he did, either. Then again, she's never cared for me. So it wasn't a big loss or a big deal to her; my father loved her and she knew it. So I killed them both and set the entire house on fire, and left. Been wandering around ever since in Tombstone, walking from city to city and field to field, just looking around. Not like I have much else to do, aside from that. I know I'm dead. I know I've been raised again. I know that I have a Guardian. Not much else to figure out. I know why my parents hated me, too, but that's another story. So with all that knowledge already in my head, there's not a whole lot for me to do, besides walk around and eat people when I get hungry." She drank the <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:30:51 PM): blood of people, he just happened to eat beyond that; what was really on the inside and important, if you wanted to keep on living. And it occured to him that by her asking when he had died, she was giving him silent permission to ask when she had died. "So when did you die?" Asking for the date, not what had caused her death, so she wouldn't get offended at the question. People often mistook them for vicious, uncaring creatures, the undead. But he didn't want to offend her any more than she wanted to offend him, so they were in the clear in that aspect. Rubbing his hands together, though he really didn't need to warm them; the cold wouldn't affect him in the slighest. Just something he did, because he was nervous, so to speak.
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:37:51 PM): -She chuckled a little before taking off her gloves. Her hands were the same white color, with the same dark red color of her eyes and lips on her talon like nails. She stretched out her hands, then pulled up her sleeve. A scar, a brand sat on the inside of her wrist of her left hand. "1018. Robert the Pious was king then." She stared at the unknown symbol, before pulling her sleeve back up and looking at him. "Forgive me. I come from what is now France. Back then it was what you learn as Gaul." She laced her fingers together and laid them down on top of her hat in her lap. "I was a servant girl in a lord's house. One of the lord's friends liked me. He happened to be a vampire. He bought me from my lord, and as soon as I was in the carriage he had me stripped and used me for my blood."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:42:06 PM): "Sounds like a great first date." The words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself and he paused afterwards, in his head mentally kicking himself for not thinking before he spoke. Just because he found that morbidly funny didn't mean that she would see it in the same light, even if they were getting along so far in their meeting and talking. "Sorry, I do that a lot. Talking without thinking, that is." He'd heard of France, but had never ventured outside of Tombstone, as that was in another realm entirely from France. Quite literally in another world. But still, the name rang a bell, and if he looked at a map of her former world he would have been able to point it out fairly quickly, for someone who lived in a different world than she had. "So I take it that you killed him?" <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:43:37 PM): "Is that the grave that you were visiting?" For someone who was just shy over 18, and for someone who had never gone to school but had taught himself to read instead, he was sure on the ball and quick on the uptake.
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:48:18 PM): No no. Maurice still wanders about Europe. The grave I was visiting was my last true human friend's. -She nodded to him and waved away his words. It hadn't offended her, it was true. She sighed and twidled her thumbs. "After not only losing my virginity and my life, I ran away. Seeing as I was a demon girl, I was hanged. ...Twice. After that ordeal, I was caught and dragged into the deepest part of hell. I met the Dark Lord, and he gave me to one of his underlings, named Dixt of the Night. He also used me for my age and beauty for many years until he woke up with a sword through his skull. Thus my last name. I killed the Lord, I get the title." She shrugged. Her story could go on forever. Why she was telling someone she had never truely met before this, she didn't know. But it felt right.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:52:59 PM): "I wasn't raised by the Devil. Actually, I've never heard the Devil be called the Dark Lord before. I was risen by another Dark Lord who also earned his name, because of how I was killed." There was a moment of silence between them, as they both mulled over their own private thoughts and tried to think about what they would have done if the shoe had been on the other foot. Doubted that he would have kept his sanity after being used the way that she had been, not just once by a vampire, but twice by the devil himself. True, he'd been through his own personal hell. After you saw what kind of parents he had, you'd understand why. But she'd been mistreated in a different and freshly unsettling way, which made his stomach a little queasy. Also because he had a vivid imagination, and could <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:53:37 PM): picture these things happening to her, whatever that meant. "You don't hate the vampire that turned you, do you?" Odd question, but look who it was coming from.
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:59:02 PM): -She laughed at the thought of his question, then looked right at him and smiled. "I hated him at first. I tried to kill him before I ran away...but I don't hate him for being him. I hated him for what he did to me. I love that man now. If he hadn't have changed me, I wouldn't have met you, nor would I be sitting here. I'd be in the ground like the rest of these people, sans the head marker." She knocked on the stone behind them to accent her words. She wriggled to get comfortable in the wet seat she had and leaned over a little. "Some days I hate being alive, others I don't. And one day, I'll find my end, and I will go to sleep forever. As will you, Elijah."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 3:03:49 PM): "Then you're stronger than I am, in that sense. I would have killed him or died in the attempt. That and I doubt I'd like very much being around him, after what he did to me. But to each his own." And again he shrugged his shoulder, symbolizing that they had different opinions on this matter, and that he wasn't judging her for her view point, and that she was not judging him for the same. Fortantly for him, he was sitting on the stone part of the grave marker that had the person's name, date of birth, and date of death on it. Though this grave marker was aged and worn out by time itself, and it was cold, but it was better than sitting on the snow itself and getting your pants or your skirt wet. Moving himself over to the right, pulling Mautiausi around the middle to make him move too. <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 3:05:10 PM): So she could actually sit on the grave marker like him, and not the snow itself. It'd slipped his mind to move over on the grave marker, and he had nobody to blame but himself. "Sorry about that." Picking up half of his whittled stick and his blade again, "And I know I will. Until then, I have to find some form of entertainment, or go crazy from boredom and people flicking holy water in my face all the time, like it's some kind of miracle cure that you hear of in the town markets."
Elijah (3/3/2007 12:58:40 PM): going to end up. With the silence pressing around him and his Guardian on a small rock beside him, he felt rather content to sit there and whittle a stick away into nothing, or break it into little pieces and form a pile on his left side, the oppisite of where his Guardian was. Their thoughts would flicker into eachother's mind from time to time, but for the most part their minds were blisfully empty and content to stay that way. What with somebody attacking him in a grave yard only a few nights before, and people again thinking that holy water was the cure to undeads like himself. There were rows upon rows of headstones and memorials in every direction that you looked around him, and even he wasn't quite sure why he had chosen this medium-sized headstone to sit under. Maybe because <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 12:59:31 PM): it hid him from view from behind, it was large enough to support his entire back, and was almost smack dab in the middle of the graveyard itself. 3 very good possible reasons why he'd chosen it.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:06:10 PM): -Snow shuffled beneath her feet, moving off to the sides of her overly-sized skirt held by boning. For some reason or another she felt the need to dress as she had once before. Lace and chiffon dragged along behind her in a trane that carried stains and water, but none did she care. A veil for her face, and a hat for her hair. Decked in black, white, and gold, the trimmings of a queen from another time. She looked as if she had come from Europe in the early times of the middle of the american civil war. Who in the hell would wear something like that to a wet, tight graveyard? She stopped, though, at one of the larger memorials and kneeled beside it, leaning her head against it. She said no words, but dabbed beneath the black veil with a white hankerchief. She did not cry loudly; <c>
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:09:15 PM): there was no reason. A man ran out towards her, dressed normally, holding an umbrella that matched her wardrobe. An unbrella would not help her cold. But she shooed him away as her eyes flicked open. She sensed a man by, but he was no ordinary man. A man who she could feel the same with. The man ran off after some quiet, angry words were changed. She pushed herself up from her knees and looked over towards the stone he sat behind. Should she start the conversation, or wait for his reaction to her. Her mouth turned to a grin. Some interaction. Lovely.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:12:26 PM): Heard things behind him. Heard the sound of a dress and trail dragging along the snowy ground at a slower pace. Heard a tear get swallowed up in a handful of tissues. Heard feet running quickly towards the source of the first few noises, and then heard whoever was running retreat just as quickly as he's approached whoever it was. Instinctively the fingers that were holding onto the knife tightened around the handle of it, though he did not stop whittling on the stick itself. Kept up the same, slow pace of whittling that he'd had from before he'd heard her approach some kind of a grave or monument, whatever it was. Had not taken the time to look over his shoulder to see just what she was looking at or mourning over. Mostly for the reason that it was none of his business, and he should <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:14:49 PM): stay out of it for just that same reason. But this creature that she was staring at did feel eyes upon him, and for whatever reasons she had for looking at him, they were enough to make him slightly uncomfortable. Mautiausi, who laid on the rock beside him still, sensed her and wove his way off the rock and made a path in the snow, coming around the right side of the grave and blinking his dark eyes at her, while his mouth opened and he let out of the softest form of a hiss that he could manage: Not really a challenge or a threat, but a warning, as he could only talk to Elijah, and that was only by means of telepathy. Finally his oddly colored blue eyes perked up from the stick he held in his hand and silently looked across the space at her. The pair of them surveyed eachother <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:16:17 PM): for a few moments, as if sizing eachother up. But he was the first one to talk, and his voice was hesitant, though clear. "Hello." His knuckles pure white with the grip that he had on the dagger. Pondering if she were here to start something with him by means of a fight, or if she were a local he hadn't seen before, who didn't startle easily. That would be change of pace. But until he knew who she was, or what she was, he would keep his distance and knife in hand.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:22:26 PM): I thought dogs were man's best friend. -She said in a clear voice as she folded her hankerchief nicely. A black mamba. Those snakes weren't made for this side of the world. This boy certainly was different. And worth her intrigue. "I've never heard anything about snakes." Her voice was somewhat arrogant, above him in tone. She already felt that way, that she had something over him, though she probably did not. She folded her hands nicely on her skirt and stared him right back down. Happily, her eyes were mostly covered by the veil, and her skin by her clothing. There wasn't much to see of her other than her figure. A breeze flew by, shifting the veil and her yellow locks. Her skin was almost as white as the snow beneath her feet, and only for that moment was there any to see.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:27:43 PM): An eyebrow involuntarily perked at the tone that she was using to him. As though she were better than him; on a pedistal above him, smiling down at him as though she knew that he could not reach her up on that said pedistal. Needless to say, he didn't appreciate it very much. And his first impression of her was that she was rather stuck on herself, and looked down on anybody that wasn't in her skin or in her class, maybe even both. But lessons that he'd learned in the last 2 plus years that he'd been risen again had told him to not judge a book by its cover, because you could always be very wrong on your part, and that could be the last mistake that you made. Even after she spoke to him twice, he sat there on the edge of the grave and simply looked at her. At first it was because he <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:29:52 PM): wasn't sure what he could say to her without telling her off and ignoring her afterwards, and afterwards because he was taken back by the tone she'd cocked. Mautiausi seemed to bristle as he rose his front half off of the snow and seemed to teeter back and forth, almost like a Cobra would. For the second time he let out a hiss, though this one was louder. Kind of like a warning to watch her tone, because he, Mautiausi, and Elijah's Guardian, didn't like the tone that she was using. So he shrugged a shoulder carelessly and looked away from her to the snake, whose black eyes were narrowed on her. "You wouldn't, not out here. He's my Guardian." Breaking the stick in hand in half and tossing it away from him ontop of the snow, averting his gaze back to her and plainly waiting for <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:29:58 PM): her to make an introduction of some kind.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:36:04 PM): Do forgive me then. A wonderful guardian a black mamba could be. -She nodded to him and curtseyed a little, pulling up her skirt so she could. "Lady Kachie of the Night, good sir. And you, plus your guardian, if you would." She thought it best to give him the honor of seeing her face. She took the pins from her hat and took it off, the veil attatched. Her blonde curls were tied up behind her head, but her crimson feline eyes and lips were something different from the norm. Her skin radiated with little color, but she was still rather beautiful. She set her hat down atop a stone angel's head beside her and chuckled a bit at the sight. "You, also, are not human." She said so matter-of-factly.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:39:48 PM): Well, he liked her eyes. Could not recall seeing eyes like that before, or in that shape for that matter. They were red and cat-like, and he decided that he liked them very much. Unlike most strangers that she had probably come across, Elijah did not gap at the sight of her strange eyes and her attire, and he did not stare in a way that made her feel uncomfortable and annoyed enough to feel the urge to pluck the staring eyes out. His eyes held no judgement in them for her to see, and his mind was clear of any thoughts that would indicate he'd already judged her. Mautiausi also lowered himself so only his head was lifted up from the snow, as snakes tend to do when they're not hunting out their prey. When her tone changed, so did his Guardian's posture. His tongue darting out of his mouth<C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:42:39 PM): to get a better and more filling taste of this creature infront of him. She pointed out a fact that was clear to her and him, but a fact that most other creatures and humans would have over looked. If he were human himself, and she had not taken off her veil and hat, he would have walked right past her and assumed that she was another human being, coming to this graveyard to visit the grave site of loved one that had passed away. His shoulder gave another small shrug before he answered, "No, I'm not. I'm a Hellsent. I was raised back from the dead." Didn't add anything about his Guardian or how he'd come to aquire him, that was still something for him and only his family to know, and he would keep that secret until the day he was laid back to rest, whenever that was.
Kachie (3/3/2007 1:50:55 PM): Ahh. I know of your kind... I don't know much, but I know of. Now then, why are you sitting here at a graveyard? You are not like me. You look normal, you could be about with the likes of women if you chose. Why sit here? -She questioned. She walked forward towards him and reached out a hand for him. It was for him to do as he saw fit. To shake, to help himself up. She meant it as a greeting and to raise him for her to look at. "From what I can see, you are beautiful. Why hide away? ...Elijah? Is it? Forgive me, I did not mean to hear it."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:54:12 PM): "I don't like them," jerking his head in the direction of the town, where most of the villagers gathered. There were farms scattered out here, few and far between. Plenty of space, and that was exactly what he liked. "They know I'm not human. Either they sense it, or Mautiausi being with me makes them think that I'm some kind of evil snake charmer. I eat their kind. That doesn't mean that I like the majority of them. I've been traveling around, because there's nothing else to do. And I chose a graveyard because it's always quiet here, nobody hardly ever comes here, or any other grave yard for that matter, and because I like them." That was probably a strange thing to say, but then again, he wasn't exactly what you could define as "normal", obviously. Looking at her hand. <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:56:49 PM): Considering taking it, or letting Mautiausi lunge at it for her being so close. Until Elijah made a decision, the snake would hold off his attack, though those black eyes of the snake's gave it away that he wasn't pleased with her being so close to his charge, even if he didn't express it by hissing or snapping at her. Took her hand in his and shook her hand firmly, placing his hands lazily at his side, his fingers teetering over the edge of the bottom of the grave onto the cold snow, while his eyes continued to gaze up at her. "You already know my name for so reason, so it stands to reason that I should know yours. Mautiausi; stand down." Mautiausi lowering himself back down, his tongue flicking out over the tops of her boots, before he swung around and went side-to-side ontop of the <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 1:57:16 PM): snow back to rest beside Elijah. "Nice to meet you."
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:08:06 PM): A lively one he is. -She said as she raised her skirt and looked down at the snake. "Please, the pleasure is mine." She smiled to him and shook his hand softly as he did back. She decided she hated standing above him, and so decided to go to the side of him without the snake and plopped down right on her behind on her skirt. "Kachie, if you will. Or Alyssa, Kyrielle...there are so many." She laughed, thinking about her life and how many names she truely had. She leaned against the side of the gravestone and looked at him. "I guess this is rather peaceful. it's certainly better than dealing with human scum."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:16:12 PM): "They're not all scum. If you go into the bigger citites there are some that are more open minded than in the country side like this. And if you want to be fair the majority of them were raised to hate things like vampires and undead, so it was preached into their heads. Not much they can do about that, if you really want to be fair. Fetch, Mautiausi." Pitching half of the stick a few feet in the air until it landed close to the edge of a smaller grave, the snake quite literally glaring at him and curling up between them, ignoring Elijah pointing repeatidly at the stick and ignoring her as well, though she'd clearly made up for her first impression and his charge had clearly forgiven her for it. If the snake wanted to be difficult, he'd let him be difficult, but he'd ignore him until <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:17:37 PM): he was done with it. "Ignore him, he's being moody."
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:20:05 PM): "They're not all scum. If you go into the bigger citites there are some that are more open minded than in the country side like this. And if you want to be fair the majority of them were raised to hate things like vampires and undead, so it was preached into their heads. Not much they can do about that, if you really want to be fair. Fetch, Mautiausi." Pitching half of the stick a few feet in the air until it landed close to the edge of a smaller grave, the snake quite literally glaring at him and curling up between them, ignoring Elijah pointing repeatidly at the stick and ignoring her as well, though she'd clearly made up for her first impression and his charge had clearly forgiven her for it. If the snake wanted to be difficult, he'd let him be difficult, but he'd ignore him until <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:20:13 PM): he was done with it. "Ignore him, he's being moody."
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:23:47 PM): I'm not much of a fair person. Even when I was human I wasn't fond of my own kind. -She looked down at the snake and chuckled when he told it to fetch, but it refused. "I told you. Dog is man's best friend." She reached back behind her and her hat floated to her hand, landing softly on her palm. She sat it down in her lap and played with it in her fingers. "When did you die." She said much more serious than her tones before. He looked young, but yet so did she. They seemed similar in breed, but that didn't mean they aged the same way.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:28:17 PM): "Almost 3-years ago. 3-years in August. My father's the one that killed me. My mother didn't care that he did, either. Then again, she's never cared for me. So it wasn't a big loss or a big deal to her; my father loved her and she knew it. So I killed them both and set the entire house on fire, and left. Been wandering around ever since in Tombstone, walking from city to city and field to field, just looking around. Not like I have much else to do, aside from that. I know I'm dead. I know I've been raised again. I know that I have a Guardian. Not much else to figure out. I know why my parents hated me, too, but that's another story. So with all that knowledge already in my head, there's not a whole lot for me to do, besides walk around and eat people when I get hungry." She drank the <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:30:51 PM): blood of people, he just happened to eat beyond that; what was really on the inside and important, if you wanted to keep on living. And it occured to him that by her asking when he had died, she was giving him silent permission to ask when she had died. "So when did you die?" Asking for the date, not what had caused her death, so she wouldn't get offended at the question. People often mistook them for vicious, uncaring creatures, the undead. But he didn't want to offend her any more than she wanted to offend him, so they were in the clear in that aspect. Rubbing his hands together, though he really didn't need to warm them; the cold wouldn't affect him in the slighest. Just something he did, because he was nervous, so to speak.
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:37:51 PM): -She chuckled a little before taking off her gloves. Her hands were the same white color, with the same dark red color of her eyes and lips on her talon like nails. She stretched out her hands, then pulled up her sleeve. A scar, a brand sat on the inside of her wrist of her left hand. "1018. Robert the Pious was king then." She stared at the unknown symbol, before pulling her sleeve back up and looking at him. "Forgive me. I come from what is now France. Back then it was what you learn as Gaul." She laced her fingers together and laid them down on top of her hat in her lap. "I was a servant girl in a lord's house. One of the lord's friends liked me. He happened to be a vampire. He bought me from my lord, and as soon as I was in the carriage he had me stripped and used me for my blood."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:42:06 PM): "Sounds like a great first date." The words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself and he paused afterwards, in his head mentally kicking himself for not thinking before he spoke. Just because he found that morbidly funny didn't mean that she would see it in the same light, even if they were getting along so far in their meeting and talking. "Sorry, I do that a lot. Talking without thinking, that is." He'd heard of France, but had never ventured outside of Tombstone, as that was in another realm entirely from France. Quite literally in another world. But still, the name rang a bell, and if he looked at a map of her former world he would have been able to point it out fairly quickly, for someone who lived in a different world than she had. "So I take it that you killed him?" <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:43:37 PM): "Is that the grave that you were visiting?" For someone who was just shy over 18, and for someone who had never gone to school but had taught himself to read instead, he was sure on the ball and quick on the uptake.
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:48:18 PM): No no. Maurice still wanders about Europe. The grave I was visiting was my last true human friend's. -She nodded to him and waved away his words. It hadn't offended her, it was true. She sighed and twidled her thumbs. "After not only losing my virginity and my life, I ran away. Seeing as I was a demon girl, I was hanged. ...Twice. After that ordeal, I was caught and dragged into the deepest part of hell. I met the Dark Lord, and he gave me to one of his underlings, named Dixt of the Night. He also used me for my age and beauty for many years until he woke up with a sword through his skull. Thus my last name. I killed the Lord, I get the title." She shrugged. Her story could go on forever. Why she was telling someone she had never truely met before this, she didn't know. But it felt right.-
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:52:59 PM): "I wasn't raised by the Devil. Actually, I've never heard the Devil be called the Dark Lord before. I was risen by another Dark Lord who also earned his name, because of how I was killed." There was a moment of silence between them, as they both mulled over their own private thoughts and tried to think about what they would have done if the shoe had been on the other foot. Doubted that he would have kept his sanity after being used the way that she had been, not just once by a vampire, but twice by the devil himself. True, he'd been through his own personal hell. After you saw what kind of parents he had, you'd understand why. But she'd been mistreated in a different and freshly unsettling way, which made his stomach a little queasy. Also because he had a vivid imagination, and could <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 2:53:37 PM): picture these things happening to her, whatever that meant. "You don't hate the vampire that turned you, do you?" Odd question, but look who it was coming from.
Kachie (3/3/2007 2:59:02 PM): -She laughed at the thought of his question, then looked right at him and smiled. "I hated him at first. I tried to kill him before I ran away...but I don't hate him for being him. I hated him for what he did to me. I love that man now. If he hadn't have changed me, I wouldn't have met you, nor would I be sitting here. I'd be in the ground like the rest of these people, sans the head marker." She knocked on the stone behind them to accent her words. She wriggled to get comfortable in the wet seat she had and leaned over a little. "Some days I hate being alive, others I don't. And one day, I'll find my end, and I will go to sleep forever. As will you, Elijah."-
Elijah (3/3/2007 3:03:49 PM): "Then you're stronger than I am, in that sense. I would have killed him or died in the attempt. That and I doubt I'd like very much being around him, after what he did to me. But to each his own." And again he shrugged his shoulder, symbolizing that they had different opinions on this matter, and that he wasn't judging her for her view point, and that she was not judging him for the same. Fortantly for him, he was sitting on the stone part of the grave marker that had the person's name, date of birth, and date of death on it. Though this grave marker was aged and worn out by time itself, and it was cold, but it was better than sitting on the snow itself and getting your pants or your skirt wet. Moving himself over to the right, pulling Mautiausi around the middle to make him move too. <C>
Elijah (3/3/2007 3:05:10 PM): So she could actually sit on the grave marker like him, and not the snow itself. It'd slipped his mind to move over on the grave marker, and he had nobody to blame but himself. "Sorry about that." Picking up half of his whittled stick and his blade again, "And I know I will. Until then, I have to find some form of entertainment, or go crazy from boredom and people flicking holy water in my face all the time, like it's some kind of miracle cure that you hear of in the town markets."