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Sat Jan 31, 2009 3:56 am Post #1 |
 
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Yaksha stood before his home, looking more of a temple than a traditional building. He strode to the door, looking back at Shadeen and giving a gentle wave forward. "Fehade can't touch you out here, you'll be perfectly safe." He pulled out a key from his cloak, slipping it into the door, and turning it slowly as he pushed on it. As soon as he did, the musty air began to swirl outwards gently, striking Shadeen with the scent of stale air, mixed with the smell of death. A man strode forward with glassy eyes, and held out a hand as Yaksha pulled off his cloak, handing it to him. Yaksha turned to Shadeen, and nodded cheerfully, his body moving jerkily towards the kitchen, but seeming to be possessed of an odd grace. His feet seemed only to touch the ground by coincidence as he made it into the kitchen. He began to whistle softly as his hands gathered up the ingrediants and bowls. Yaksha seemed perfectly calm and at ease, as happy as any man could be right now. His voice carried effortlessly to Shadeen, sounding jaunty enough to break into song and dance at any minute. "I'm sure you're hungry, Shadeen. Anything you'd like me to make for you?" |
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| Shadeen | Mon Feb 9, 2009 8:56 pm Post #2 |
 
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Shadeen had been surprised to find Yaksha waiting for her in front of his house. Dusk was settling around the area and for so long she had only heard her own footsteps and those of her horse. Loki might have been easier to take now that he could fly, but the nightmare scared her. Instead she had dropped off both Jellybean and Loki at her farm and took Xena instead. It hadn’t taken her long to get here through the air but still to meet up with Yaksha at the doorway. . . It was odd. Xena had followed her to the house once Shadeen dismounted and now turned and trotted a few feet away, tail and head held high. Shadeen walked cautiously to the doorway. When the smell hit her she took a few steps back. Even as Yaksha disappeared inside she still stood in the doorway for awhile longer. She did NOT want to walk into that. As she stepped inside Shadeen gagged on the smell. She forced the rising bile down and tried to sound pleasant. “Whatever you have is fine.” Shadeen yelled back. |
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Mon Feb 9, 2009 11:16 pm Post #3 |
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Yaksha gave a weary sigh, and then waved her forward. "The smell gets better when you get past the front door. I leave the windows open so some fresh can get around, but there's none by the door. I really am sorry about the smell, but I take the help I can get." He gave a small shrug, and then grabbed a loaf of bread. He began to slice at it deftly, his skeletal fingers moving quickly but with little coordination. After several moments, the bread had been sliced into several small peices, and he finally threw his hands up in disgust. "Oh, I'm tired of this. I suggest you turn around, Shadeen. This is pretty ugly to see." As he spoke, he approached the undead that had taken his coat, reaching into its mouth and crawling inside quickly. Once finished, the undead shuddered quickly, then spoke with Yaksha's voice. "Better than nothing. Sorry, Shadeen, but this is the closest I can come to being normal. Please, don't hold it against me." He strode towards the bread once more, reaching into the icebox to pull out a bottle of olive oil, which he began to pour over them, humming softly as he did. |
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| Shadeen | Tue Feb 10, 2009 9:58 pm Post #4 |
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Shadeen stepped a few paces inside the doorway. The smell was a little better but not much. She gagged again before being hit with a small breeze. The wind really only served to make the smell of death rotate around her. One minute Shadeen would be breathing in fresher air and the next she would be hit by rot and gag. Shadeen turned when she was told and took the moment to clasp her hands over her mouth and breath in great deep gulps of air while she could. The she had an idea. Shadeen reached out and tore a piece of her white rode, using it she tied it around her mouth and nose like a mask, it was the best she could do, and since the darkness hid her face as well she was sure that it would hide the fact she was wearing it. “I won’t,” She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to turn around now so she looked out a window instead |
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Wed Feb 11, 2009 2:34 am Post #5 |
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Yaksha gave a small sigh, and then began to light a fire over the oven, placing the bread inside to grow firmer and crisp. He turned to Shadeen and gave a gentle smile, his lips cracking and a small droplet of blood welling up from it. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and then spoke softly. "You can turn around now. I'm not quite as hard on the eyes now." His voice was soft and lilting, almost calming as it washed over Shadeen. "Hope you're hungry, because I've made something really good for you." As he spoke, another undead began to shuffle forward, carrying a small pitcher of beer. Yaksha gestured to it, and then chuckled. "If you won't drink any, I will. No need to be refined out here." He strode towards a chair, and sat down, crossing one leg over his other. "You're with friends. Enjoy yourself." |
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