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Post by dotdotdot on Jan 13, 2011 12:36:47 GMT -5
It was another half hour before she looked up and saw him there, walking quickly towards her cage. Freya absolutely couldn't believe her eyes as she saw him checking inside the tavern before returning to speak to her. Her heart raced when he said he wasn't going to hurt her. She was going to escape. She had to run back along the road until the very end, until midnight. She had to stop thinking about Camelot, to trick the Bastet to keep going away from Camelot. The distance she would be able to run as Freya was nothing compared to how quickly the Bastet would be able to run straight back.
In the seconds it took for him to reach the door of the cage, she was determined to thank him and disappear. But he had used magic to release her, and her thoughts swirled further into chaos. He had magic and he was using it to help her. She stayed still with wide eyes as he approached her. "Magic," she whispered, astounded. She hadn't seen proper magic almost since she herself had been able to perform it. Although she couldn't bring herself to smile, the beauty she found in the task took her breath away, even if only for a moment.
She watched his eyes turn golden as he unfastened her chains. She didn't know what to do anymore; the uncertainty and indecision in the middle of the panic allowed her only to do one thing. Freya followed this inexplicably kind person as he led her out of the cage. He helped her down from the cage and took her hand, leading her around and down to a crouching position. Although she thought it was impossible, her panic reached a new level when her bounty hunter stepped out of the tavern.
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 28, 2010 19:01:34 GMT -5
The two men stopped, and Freya watched the young one when he spoke. The man called Gaius explained her circumstances in a tone of sincerity, but one with out hope. Freya dropped her eyes when he mentioned the handsome reward her bounty hunter would be given. That would be the end of it. If she had any hope of this dark haired young man helping her, it was gone when the other mentioned magic. She was going to be killed for magic, of course the people of the kingdom couldn't think too highly of it --
"There must be something we can do." Freya's eyes snapped up again at this, surprised at his continued concern. Merlin, she heard the old man call him. Freya wondered about him as they watched each other. She was still, but she knew the chaos and panic would show in her eyes. Just as clearly as the unexplainable worry showed in his, she thought.
The man called Gaius walked away after his warning and Merlin stayed for a few more moments before following him. Freya watched them go until they rounded a corner, and then returned to making sure it was impossible for her to escape. She pushed and prodded at the metal bars as far as she could reach and pounded on the wooden floor, strewn with straw, that she was sitting on. Nothing.
She sat back in the corner and lifted her shackled hands up to her mouth. Her heart was racing with the panic again as soon as she lost sight of Merlin, and she had no other choice, but -- could she do it? She hadn't used magic in so long, and she had never really been good at it. She closed her eyes and muttered something she thought was right, but no. Her chains didn't break, or move, or do anything at all. She tried again. Twice more. Four tries -- It was no use. She rested her hands on the ground in front of her with a blank face. Freya wasn't even sure if she was crying or not; the rain thundered on all around her, but it still wasn't enough to drown out the noises pouring from the tavern.
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 24, 2010 5:42:00 GMT -5
The more she began to think about it, the more her heart rate sped up. The panic began to set in. She didn't know how the Bastet would react to being secluded for weeks and then suddenly in a place of high population. She had to get out before midnight, and run back into the forest, at least try to get away. The cage wouldn't hold the Bastet and there was no telling what it would do -- what she would do. If she was left in the cage, someone would definitely die. If she could get out of the cage before that, the chances were somewhat better.
But how was she going to get out? She hadn't practiced magic for over a year now -- she had found that it seemed to encourage the monster inside her, and nothing was worth that. She looked at her arms, bruised with the weight of the shackles she had been wearing all day. She couldn't even get close to the lock on the other side of the cage before being held back by the chains. She laid down, feeling her fingers along the bars and pushing outwards, trying to find a weak point.
She heard a pair of footsteps approaching and watched two figures approach the cage, not noticing her. Freya sat up suddenly, holding the bars at the side of the cage, watching them. She had to get out. She didn't know what to do. If someone noticed her... no, what was she thinking? She was a possession to be sold, and she couldn't think of a reason why somebody would cross her bounty hunter just to help her.
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 23, 2010 13:53:23 GMT -5
Freya laid on her side in the cage, her face blank as she counted the number of trees that went as they rode by on a forest road. It was already dark outside, but it hadn't been that dark for long. Four hours until midnight, she would have estimated if anyone asked her. She wasn't even sure where the city was that they were heading towards, only that the ruler of the land would pay for her death. Camelot, she had heard him say, the kingdom where one could be executed for the marks on their arms.
The man on the horse, pulling her cage along, had only been in possession of her for thirteen hours or so. She had been passed along from another captor. The first man was older and knew about her curse. Freya wasn't sure if he had somehow been watching her, or if he'd seen the curse before, but he seemed to know exactly what to do with her. He put her in a room somewhere -- she didn't know where, he'd blindfolded her, so that it wouldn't be easy to escape -- and it was secure enough to hold in even the most determined of beasts, what she was forced to change into every night: the Bastet. She had been there for weeks, before the bounty hunter came this morning, and offered a high enough price for her.
That was how she came to be on her way to Camelot, to be sold for an even higher price. They entered the city from the lower town within another few minutes, and Freya sat up. They would stop soon, and she needed to be awake to avoid her captor's disgusting hands. Moving from the bare stone room into the cage hadn't been much of a difference. Only now, she had to worry about killing again. They stopped riding outside of an inn. The captor checked the locks and made a face at her before heading inside, leaving Freya in the rain. The locks won't matter, though, she thought. A few metal bars wouldn't stop the Bastet from hunting for the first time in weeks.
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 23, 2010 6:21:21 GMT -5
i can't live within me.
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xxx At the sound of the woman's voice, Freya lifted her head, her face streaked with tears. The feeling had begun to fade away, the leftover desire to harm her replaced completely with disgust at herself, and concern for the woman. Freya reached for the dress subconsciously and pulled it over her head, but she was hardly worried about being embarrassed. She stood, now unable to pull her eyes away from the woman's. This was partly because she was rather shocked by her question, but mostly because she didn't want to see the carcass of whatever creature the Bastet had been feeding off of less than a minute ago.
"Am I alright?!" she asked in a whisper, repeating the question incredulously. She didn't answer it. "Are you?" Freya's hands twisted together, a habit she hardly noticed. Her fingers pulled at the Druid mark left over from her time with them. "I'm so sorry," she said in a whisper again. She was sure the woman was going to run away from her any second now, perhaps fetching the men of her town to hunt the girl beast. It wouldn't have been the first time. Her feet were already bleeding from the day's before running. It wouldn't matter if she was actually running from something.
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 22, 2010 16:50:59 GMT -5
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ANNEVEandelaATRADOMfemale . druids . playful . wise LIKEASISTER was cool you're so cool you're so cool so cool you'll ne MIXEDFEELINGS at everyone else gets you get a lifetime let's go d VICTIM he damage you've inflicted temporary wounds i'm coming OLDFRIEND u're walking away and i will die in this place someti eveysays... "even though this is just an example post, you should know that i love you, and i'm so, so sorry." freyasays... "i understand why you and the others left. i hope we meet again, someday." love it, or leave it, you can't understand T H E L I S T !
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 22, 2010 16:28:29 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - -this little woman has been running for eighteen years. i belong with the nomads, but won't stay there. i've been described as loving, and even a chaotic mess. but if you get past my outer shell, i'll be a great friend.
kill all your friends F R I E N D S !
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what's the worst thing L O V E R S !
INTERESTED long ago just like the hearse you die to get in again ATTRACTED we are so far from you burning on just like a matc FLEETINGGLANCES h you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone FLIRTING you know and what's the worst you take from every hea CRUSHING rt you break and like a blade you stain well i've been h ONESIDED olding on tonight what's the worst that i can say things PASTENEMIES are better if i stay so long and good night so long a PASTFRIENDS an good night came a time when every star fall brou DATING ght you to tears again we are the very hurt you sold wors CONSIDERING t you take from every heart you break and like a bl UNSTABLE ade you stain well i've been holding on tonight what's t SECRETLOVE he worst thing i can say things are better if I stay GOINGSTEADY so long and good night so long and good night and NEXTLEVEL if you carry on this way things are better if i stay so lo PROPOSAL ng and goodnight so long and good night can you hear TURNEDDOWN me are you near me can we pretend to leave and t MARRIAGE hen we'll meet again when both our cars collide what's FOREVER the worst that i can say things are better if i stay so lon CHEATING g and goodnight so long and good night things are bett TRUELOVE&FINAL er if i stay so long and good night good ni
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MOTHER for what you did to me and what i'll do to you you get wh MIXEDFEELINGS at everyone else gets you get a lifetime let's go d UNWAVERINGTRUST o you remember that day when we met you t RUNAWAY old me this gets harder well it did been holding on forev FATHER er promise me that when i'm gone you'll kill my enemies t VICTIM he damage you've inflicted temporary wounds i'm coming NEVERSPOKEN back from the dead and i'll take you home with me PROTECTIVEOFYOU i'm taking back the life you stole we never got PROTECTIVEOFME that far this helps me to think all through the ni BADINFLUENCE ght bright lights that won't kill me now or tell me h GOODINFLUENCE ow just you and i your starless eyes remain hip ROLEMODEL hip hooray for me you talk to me but would you kill m CLASSMATE e in my sleep lay still like the dead from the razor to t COMPLICATED he rosary we could lose ourselves and paint these HERO walls in pitchfork red i will avenge my ghost with every brea EMOTIONALSUPPORT the i take i'm coming back from the dead and AWKWARD i'll take you home with me i'm taking back the life you s MISTRUST tole this hole you put in me in wasn't deep enough and CRYONMYSHOULDER i'm climbling out right now you're running out OTHER[SPECIFY] of places to hide from me when you go just know this plot list was made by AMBER_FO_SHO of caution 2.0 <3. it took her three days to make this plotlist, and so if you steal this she will be upset. so don't take away the credit or claim it as your own. the lyrics are from my chemical romance. if you post in mine, i'll post in yours, and vice-versa. quote for the colors. i have the right to change and reject anything that i don't approve of. please pm to me if you want something major in the plotlist. i know this is a little different than what else is on the board, but i'd appreciate some replies.
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 20, 2010 13:42:58 GMT -5
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xxx The night was everlasting this time. Yellow eyes gazed up at the moon as she ran steadily through the forest, her hind legs kicking up dirt and fallen leaves behind her. With a snarl of frustration, she kicked up her speed as she darted between the trees. The Bastet had been on the hunt for hours now, the urge to kill pushing her forward and making her heart want to tear from her chest if she didn't find something to sink her claws into soon. Her huge black wings folded against her back, so as not to be caught by a branch, making her aerodynamic, able to run faster than she ever had before.
She was unaware of the raggedy red dress tied firmly to her left hind leg, there for her use when her humanity returned to her. She just wanted blood and she couldn't remember the last time she had run so long with out finding something to tear apart. And they would definitely be torn apart at this point, her eagerness had been building up since midnight.
There it was, a smell, a whiff of something warm and fleshy -- but no, there was something bigger, something cold-blooded right in the same direction. Either way she sped up further still to find the first life she had seen all night. It was only seconds before she came across the scene. Some sort of other winged beast (obviously an enemy, her instincts told her) was about to attack a human on the ground. She snarled again, this time almost happily, as she kept up her momentum and jumped onto the back of the winged beast and brought it down, just missing the woman. The thing screeched like a bird, ringing in her ears. She drowned out its high pitched annoying screams with a roar of her own, and proceeded to take her claws to its throat. And suddenly the only noise that could be heard was that of the wyvern's last breaths and the Bastet helping herself to the meat from her newest kill.
Satisfaction engulfed her, but only for a few seconds. The smell of the warm blooded human reached her acute senses over that of the wyvern's blood, and she turned slowly. Her back lowered as she stalked the human, the joy of the hunt overwhelming her, despite knowing she was easy prey. But again -- only for a few seconds.
Her back arched in a strange way and she stopped walking forward. Her claws began to grind into the dirt and her head flinched back, whining. Her whining and roaring, within moments, had become gasps and moans of pain. Her wings disappeared into her back and her yellow eyes turned black. The jet black fur had returned to her dirty, pale skin. She was Freya again, collapsed on the ground hugging her knees, her dark hair falling over her naked shoulders. Her face contorted in pain as the last of her black fur vanished from her back. Her dress had fallen from her leg as she transformed, but she hardly noticed.
That feeling. That hideous, joyous, disgusting feeling -- she hid her face on her legs, unable to stop the shaking tears that took her now. She had wanted to kill that poor woman. Another second, and she would have. "I'm so sorry, so, so sorry," she sobbed, unable to look the woman in the face. Her mind threw insults and punishments and scoldings at itself, but she could do nothing but cry, and apologize endlessly.
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Post by dotdotdot on Dec 16, 2010 15:39:22 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Freya Thornestrom .:Nick Name:. None she likes to think of. .:Age:.18 .:Status:. Nomad, Druid
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.:Physical Appearance:.
Freya is of an average size, with a feminine and soft look about her. Her hair is a dark brown, almost black in color, and tends to curl. Her eyes are darker than her hair, bordering on pitch black, and yet anger is never found portrayed there. Then again, her lips can rarely form a smile as well. Her big dark eyes seem to always be wide with fear and her lips stay closed if she happens upon a stranger. Due to her way of life, Freya must sometimes go for days without happening upon a lake, and must often run to escape meeting a person. After months of this, she has become scruffy to say the least, her chaotic and fearful lifestyle reflected in her rag of a dress and sometimes filthy body.
.:Height:. 5 "5 .:Portrayed by:. Laura Donnely
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.:Personality:.
Freya is quiet, nervous, and afraid most of the time. She does her best to avoid people at all costs due to her curse. If she ever does come across a stranger, she moves on. She doesn't risk even the simplest of conversations with a friendly stranger, because she knows that they don't know what she is. And if they started asking questions, she moves on as quickly as possible. She has learned to run fast, even in human form.
More than once she has come across bounty hunters or bandits. She has so far managed to escape them; most of the time bandits will leave her alone, because it is obvious that she has absolutely nothing they could want, unless one of them found her pretty... In her time alone thus far, she has not gotten away completely unscathed, but as soon as midnight strikes, those that have caused her harm will then be more than willing to let her leave.
Before she was cursed, Freya was always a sweet and shy girl. Her magical ability was nothing too special, but she was known within her druid covenant for having very quick reflexes. She didn't have great power, but with what she could do, she could do before she even realized it. She was more known, however, for her unconditional love. She often watched over those younger than her and it seemed that nothing could put her in a bad mood.
She was also rather intelligent. She was quiet much of the time, lost in her thoughts. She didn't like sharing her ideas and musings, because she didn't really believe in them herself, and she never wanted to bother the older people of her kind. She never took herself very seriously. Every once in a while, however, someone would catch her off guard, and she would spill the philosophy that was currently flooding her mind without barriers, and then stop herself short with a blushed red face. These snippets of wisdom and her childlike ability to care for and love as quietly as possible made her somewhat of a favorite among the elder druids. Until, of course, she was cast out of society completely.
.:Strengths:. Kindness, very quick, intelligent. .:Weaknesses:. Paranoia, low self esteem, inability to function in society... .:Magic Abilities:. Very fast but very low level magic, and an untapped talent for healing. .:Special Skills:. Transforms into the Bastet at the stroke of midnight for a varying amount of time. .:Accents:. English. Her voice is very quiet and soft.
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.:Birthplace:. Unknown .:Family:. Absolutely none. .:Occupation:. Nomad - just surviving. .:Current Location of Residence:. None. .:History:.
Freya cannot remember anything from before the Druids found her and began to care for her. She can only briefly recall her mother telling her stories at night as she fell asleep, and the smell of strawberries and fresh water all around her. When she was eight years old, she had been told, her small family was attacked and her parents were killed. Freya, being quick and speedy even at that young age, managed to run into the forest for a long while, before the bandit, who had been chasing her only as sport at this point, cornered her and almost killed her. He left her for dead with her skull cracked. The first clear thing she can remember is waking up surrounded by three elder Druids. For the next nine years she stayed with them and began learning to harness the power that her parents had only taken as quick reflexes. She was told that another life may lay somewhere in the world, waiting for her with a grandparent or an older sibling, but that she was welcome to stay. She remembered nothing and she didn't want to leave the comfort of these people that had cared for her, but she agreed to let them search for remaining family. Alas, none were found, and she was welcomed among many other parent-less children in the band. She was often told that the damage that had been done to her skull should have in fact left her dead within seconds, but in fact she had been able to hold on for hours until the Druids found and healed her. She never quite knew what to make of this, so she didn't wonder about it too often. Her life with the Druids was peaceful and happy. Freya was soon able to control her magic in short bursts that left her exhausted. Soon after her seventeenth birthday, she was attacked again, but the encounter did not last very long. She had been collecting herbs away from her people when a man grabbed her by the hair from behind, the cold blade of a dagger at her throat, demanding something. Freya didn't even know what he wanted from her -- she had killed him within seconds. A branch thrust down from above and knocked him down, scraping her back as she just barely stepped out of his grip. The wood she had sent down on him had not only knocked him down, or knocked him out, but had stabbed through his chest... He was dead before she stopped screaming. Freya ran with her unnatural speed and brought some of the men back with her. They were going to give him a proper send off tonight, and they tried to reassure her that there was nothing she could do, that it was not her fault, that this was what was supposed to happen -- Before they could carry the deceased stranger away, however, a woman seemed to appear from behind a tree, out of no where. She sobbed over the man's body and somehow immediately knew that it was Freya that had killed him. She said an incantation -- something no one there new of, and couldn't repeat -- and then disappeared again with the man's body. She hadn't broken her eyes from Freya's through out the whole encounter. The rest of the day had been nothing but tears from Freya and a rapid discussion of what the woman could have said. Later that night, Freya had a nightmare, and not one that someone might expect after this sort of encounter. She saw the woman, not the man, and she spoke very loudly, very clearly, and very angrily. She revealed herself as the man's mother... and that Freya Thornestrom, a monster and a killer, would be as such for the rest of her life as payment for what she had done. Freya would remember this nightmare forever. The last thing she was told in that crackly old woman's voice... "Start running now. The killing will never stop." That night was a haze that Freya could hardly even bare to think about, much less try to remember any details. In the minutes after the woman left her dreams, Freya had become the Bastet with an unexplainable, unstoppable urge to kill. She was indeed a monster in the form of a panther as black as her eyes, with wings that enabled her to move quicker than she ever had before. That night was the only night which she stayed in her other form until Dawn. When she fell naked and unconscious at the peak of sunlight, the body count was high. A group of them had managed to hold her off with the use of magic, and she had been clawing at their barrier as she fell to the ground, human again, and they all gasped. She was unconscious for hours. The five or six Druids that remained discussed and realized what had happened... knowing that now there was absolutely no hope for her. She was taken to a random place in the forest, and left with an apologetic letter, explaining what had happened. For almost a year and a half now she has been wandering, running, flying, and trying to stay away from people she could kill. She has not gotten away unscathed, and neither have the people she comes in contact with. She tries not to think of her body count, but that is hardly the thought that occupies her mind. No, that thought would be the question of why she continues to let herself live in the first place.
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