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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 2:26 pm
"A wench? Is that really what you think of me?" Winter kept her gentle way of speaking, but was quick to adopt a look of hurt. "For the first time in my adult life I get to see others of my kind and learn from them, and you think it's just to...to do something like that?" She acted as if this was a shocking revelation, one that made her want to cry. But she already knew that Azenal didn't seem to trust her anymore. Still, it was great fuel to avoid answering the question and to hopefully make him feel a little guilty in the process.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 2:42 pm
Azenal growled lightly in annoyance. He hadn't meant to hurt her feelings but he wasn't going to give up so easily. "Those men... Of your kind? They only think of that and taverns. Should I call you a tavern floozy as well? Maybe if you weren't sneaking around I wouldn't have any reason to call you such things? Hmm ?" He asked trying to calm down at her hurt expression.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 2:58 pm
"You act this way regardless of whether I tell you or not. You act like I'm some untrustworthy harlot, like you expect me to lock myself away like some criminal in a dungeon." Winter started taking deep breaths as she closed her eyes after her surprisingly harsh words, doing her best to remain calm given the situation she found herself in. "Do you have any proof to go along with your slander? Have you ever seen me go near a tavern? Or anywhere else of ill repute?" Truthfully, she never dared venture near such places. She usually kept to the markets, or more frequently, the doctor's house.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 3:09 pm
Azenal opened his eyes. "Then why are you going out there." He asked. Lowering his arms.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 3:19 pm
Winter thought for a moment about what to say, how she could get him off her back for the moment being. It wasn't long until she came up with her idea. "I've been getting myself an education in medicine. Books are no substitute for experience, and to know all the ways a human life can be ended is fascinating." It was no secret that Winter liked...unusual things. Frightening monsters, corpses, spirituality, the afterlife...all such things fascinated her. When not arguing with Azenal over her sneaking out, it was almost all she would ever talk about. "You know what it's like to have another's life in your hands, don't you? To know that even the subtlest of gestures could make or break another's existance? Is it really any wonder why I would want to know that feeling, in my own way?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 3:27 pm
Azenal recrossed his arms and sighed. "You can't just let me know? You have to sneak around?" He asked. He wasn't sure if he should believe her but he knew her well enough he thought.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 3:34 pm
"As I've said, whenever I mentioned I was going out before you reacted poorly. I figured telling you wouldn't really help if you already had it in your mind that I had to be doing something unsavory just because I wanted to do something on my own." Winter still looked rather hurt, but didn't just let herself stand at the doorway any longer. She was still cold, and regardless of whether Azenal was there or not, she was going to curl up under a blanket. The only difference was whether she would change into something more comfortable before then or not.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 6:01 pm
Azenal sighed. He started towards the door before stopping as she moved towards her bed. "What's that sound? It's like a tinkling..." He asked looking around. He was curious, but he felt as though he had lost that battle.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 6:21 pm
"It might be some of the crushed herb vials in my skirt pockets." Again, a half-lie. Not that Azenal would be able to tell unless he closely inspected it, but this particular skirt had no pockets. She mentally swore at herself for not storing all of her medicine bottles when she had the chance.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 7:24 am
Azenal lowered his eyes to her skirt before turning on his heels and silently leaving. He suddenly had the craving for death and destruction. There was a town close by with plenty of targets...
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 12:29 pm
Winter waited for Azenal to leave the room before shutting the door behind him, so that she might temporarilly hide away her medicine somewhere before changing into a nightgown and heading to bed. Thinking of the safest place to hide them, she ended up hiding them amongst her currently unworn undergarnments within her closet. At least then, if he by some chance found them before she got them to her stash, Winter could point out that he was looking for secrets in places that he shouldn't.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 12:56 pm
((If that wouldn't be so perverted, id so do that >:'D ))
Azenal continued to his study. he course of the day running through his head as it always did, and his demonic blood pleading for gore. His drow side was being more curious than usual. Normally it was just as blood thirsty as his demonic side. He sat and started planning his next target . Maybe a teenage brunette... But blondes are more turn since normally other males would try to hunt him down foot Her murder, but he was more interested in a brunette since his argument with Winter.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 1:35 pm
{EEeeeh I'll find an excuse for it to be plausible later. XDD If not, all well. No sweat. Plenty of room for drawmah elsewhere.}
It wasn't long until Winter did everything she intended to do, plopping herself into bed almost immediately afterwards. She probably wouldn't fall asleep immediately, if only because her mind was still preoccupied with her most recent arguement with Azenal and how to keep him from the horrible truth. It was a stressful matter, certainly, which would ultimately only have an even larger (negative) impact on her health. The doctor kept telling her that if she wanted to live for as long as possible, she should keep as relaxed and happy as possible. But he didn't live with someone as volatile and ultimately curious as Azenal, now did he? At least, with the conservative clothes she wore, she could keep the needle marks and occasional scar from his notice. For the moment, the experiments being run on her being and the doctor's drive to find a cure for her illness could be safely kept a secret.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 10:22 am
((Um curious to find out what she has))
Azenal finally went to stare out the window of his tallest tower. He looked through the trees to the village his next victim lived. He had seen her from his window and he'd waited for the perfect reason to defile and destroy her for being almost as pretty as the girl in his castle. For yep days he had watched the brunette and fantasized about her demise. Oh it would be sweet indeed.
((Wee))
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:13 pm
{Will put research into finding a possibly real, non-communicable disease. Otherwise, will make up some fantasy illness.}
Winter fell into a deep slumber, but alas, the dreams she faced were not what most people would find pleasant. Her mind's eye was plagued by the clear and vivid images of her home village's downfall. She remembered hiding away in th village well as the screams of pain and sounds of slaughter echoed mercilessly from above. She remembered being alone, cold, scared, then...nothing. Everything eventually went silent, and only after several more hours of hiding did she dare to climb out. Gore and destruction had plagued what once was her home, homes burned down and barely anything but shoddy ruins left of a once warm and prosperous home. Winter, as fascinated with death and spirituality as she was, still remembered that day with fear and dread - but at the same time a hint of fascination. Living alone amongst their corpses for so long, with only the dead and the cold to keep her company, did much to fuel her love of the dead and the macabre.
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