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Jan. 17th, 2014 10:50 pmIt's a crisp morning with a stormy sky. Caitlin is bundled against the chill and sitting on the porch-swing sipping her coffee watching the people pass on the street, following their morning routines.
Several crows call out to tell eachother of the handful of food she's tossed to them, but one arrives, ignores the food and crow chatter and flaps down onto the porch steps, before he falls over dead.
She frowns and sets the mug of coffee down, not taking her eyes off the bird. She crosses the short distance over to the crow and touches it warily, eyeing the state of the corpse which looks dry and long dead, mummified as if by the dry cold weather. There are holes in its wings and she's very careful not to look through them as she nudges at the body.
She pulls her hand back as something in the stomach moves. Pushing up through the feathers and the skin, the skeleton of the bird emerges at twice it's previous size and reforms from the mess.
"Leharven."
It caws silently, without vocal cords to make noise, but she hears the message loud and clear.
"Yes. I understand."
It's going to be a long day.. and an even longer night.
Several crows call out to tell eachother of the handful of food she's tossed to them, but one arrives, ignores the food and crow chatter and flaps down onto the porch steps, before he falls over dead.
She frowns and sets the mug of coffee down, not taking her eyes off the bird. She crosses the short distance over to the crow and touches it warily, eyeing the state of the corpse which looks dry and long dead, mummified as if by the dry cold weather. There are holes in its wings and she's very careful not to look through them as she nudges at the body.
She pulls her hand back as something in the stomach moves. Pushing up through the feathers and the skin, the skeleton of the bird emerges at twice it's previous size and reforms from the mess.
"Leharven."
It caws silently, without vocal cords to make noise, but she hears the message loud and clear.
"Yes. I understand."
It's going to be a long day.. and an even longer night.
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Sep. 27th, 2013 06:47 pmCaitlin loves her bathroom. She's put work into making it comfortable and pretty... large mirrors and a a dressing table with her cosmetics, lots of light and candles for the cold nights when she relaxes in a hot bath.
A bath is one of the little rituals that puts her in a balanced frame of mind for working magic and she has enough time to indulge and relax a bit before Wade is due with Anna.
She turns the faucett, running her fingers under the water to gauge the temperature and then turns away, unwrapping the belt on her robe and hanging it on a hook. She turns to step into the water when she sees it, translucent, glittering... a watery almost invisible tentacle coming up from the tub and lashing around her, hauling her into the bathtub.
She struggles against it, calling fire with her mind and burning the thing wrapped around her which recoils and withdraws slightly. She can't see it but she can feel it, here in the room with her.
Cait scrambles, slipping in the water that's mostly filled the bathtub and sloshes against the white enamelled tub, cracking her head against the side.
Slightly dizzy but still trying to stand, she catches sight of the elemental before it attacks again and she's too slow. A gaping mouth closes around her arm, razor sharp shark teeth shredding the skin while it shoves her head under the water.
And then it's gone, the connection snapped as suddenly as it appeared. She half hauls herself out of the bathtub, half falls over the side onto the wet floor of the bathroom, taking deeps breaths of air. It will be a little while before she can think about what just happened.
A bath is one of the little rituals that puts her in a balanced frame of mind for working magic and she has enough time to indulge and relax a bit before Wade is due with Anna.
She turns the faucett, running her fingers under the water to gauge the temperature and then turns away, unwrapping the belt on her robe and hanging it on a hook. She turns to step into the water when she sees it, translucent, glittering... a watery almost invisible tentacle coming up from the tub and lashing around her, hauling her into the bathtub.
She struggles against it, calling fire with her mind and burning the thing wrapped around her which recoils and withdraws slightly. She can't see it but she can feel it, here in the room with her.
Cait scrambles, slipping in the water that's mostly filled the bathtub and sloshes against the white enamelled tub, cracking her head against the side.
Slightly dizzy but still trying to stand, she catches sight of the elemental before it attacks again and she's too slow. A gaping mouth closes around her arm, razor sharp shark teeth shredding the skin while it shoves her head under the water.
And then it's gone, the connection snapped as suddenly as it appeared. She half hauls herself out of the bathtub, half falls over the side onto the wet floor of the bathroom, taking deeps breaths of air. It will be a little while before she can think about what just happened.
