Desolate Isle

No people. Well, that wasn’t what she wanted to hear at all. The doll gave a shuddering sigh, folding her arms to calm herself. It did nothing to help of course, but at least she was trying to keep it together. “No people…” She repeated, moving a few steps from her box to look for a sign of some kind. Something, anything! Carriage tracks, footsteps, broken twigs… But all she found was nothing. She had no idea how far she’d fallen from their path or if she’d been carried this far by someone else, but all the signs pointed to her being completely on her own now.

“Fighting.” She finally answered. “A war back home they were trying to escape, but… It doesn’t seem like they made it.” She looked back to her box and the blood marking its once-pristine cover. “I’ve never been without my family before.” She confessed, now looking to the wisp once more as if they had any kind of answer for her.

Wisp knew nothing of war. They had been living in the wilderness their entire life, never venturing into the towns or the cities or even country homes. Their interactions with humans were generally short-lived and shallow, for who in their right mind would hold a conversation with a little glowing blue flame? Now, as Wisp floated in somewhat-human form, they hoped this person, human or not, would give them the time of day.

“I’m sorry. I have not seen anyone at all...” Wisp looked down at the ground where their feet would have been, then back to the small person in front of them. “B-but--but! If you want to look for them, I will help you. I know every path through the woods by heart. I won’t get you lost. I promise. The other lights, they will draw you off the path, but I am not a trickster. It is not worth it to hurt.”

Odette didn’t notice at first, but taking a quick glance downward she realized this person didn’t have any legs! How strange, she thought, but when you were a living doll, how strange could anything else truly be? Despite the oddity, they seemed nice, and Odette could use a friendly face right about now.

“The box is like a bed.” She explained as a little smile spread across her face. “I sleep there, but it seems that I was dropped…” Odette turned to examine her resting place, noticing small scuffs and the gold lock on the side broken apart. Then the blood. “Oh… Someone was b-bleeding…” She reached out to touch at one of the dark spots but decided against it, withdrawing her hand and standing straight to look around frantically. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen any people around here? My… My family, they… They were running away from something.”

Wisp had been looking over Odette this whole time to see if she was injured at all, but was glad to see that she seemed unharmed. Startled, perhaps, and a bit confused, but not physically injured. Finally she answered the question of how she got there; she was with her family and she was dropped. So where was the family, Wisp wondered?

They shook their head sadly. “No people.” They explained. This was a dangerous place for humans to be running around. The forest was thick, dark and mysterious, full of dangerous creatures: a kelpie at the river, pixies in the trees, other will-o-the-wisps that would lead people off the path. Just because this particular Wisp was harmless didn’t mean the others cared as much about people. “You do not know what they were running from?”

#cormack #actual children the both of them #niveousnightmare

Throws one of her tiny shoes at Cormack's stupid head. Asshole!

Apparently his neck-tie wasn’t fastened quite well enough, because Cormack’s head promptly rolled right off his stupid body and onto the ground with a dull ‘thud’. The head scowled while his body stooped to pick it up, holding it in front of his chest. “You’re going to pay for this eventually, you little imp.”

Immediately before entering her box and the ‘sleep’ that came with it, everything was a flurry of panic, fear, and frantic movement. Once inside, safe and closed up, all was dark and silent until a knocking sound only inches from her face woke her. Who was trying to wake her up? It wasn’t the girl she’d bonded with; she never knocked!

Regardless of a possible threat, she pressed her hands against the inside of the case and pushed outward to free herself, finding only a terrible forest surrounding her and… well, whoever or whatever that was. Odette blinked a few times, straining her eyes as if not quite believing what she was seeing.

“… Hello?” She finally broke her silence, thinking a mild greeting was the best place to start. After all, she wasn’t even sure if this person, for lack of a better word, would even understand her.

Oh good, it wasn’t some scary monster on the inside of the box. It was just a girl. Well, it looked like a girl to Wisp. There was something strange about her, though, as if she wasn’t quite ‘real’. But that was silly, they thought. How could she not be real, and still be walking and talking and moving around? Wisp almost laughed at themself then, tempted to roll their eyes. However, there was no time for that. They had to put on a friendly face as to not scare this poor girl! Ghostly, legless and hovering, Wisp could be a spooky sight, but they hoped their aura of innocence was enough to convince Odette that they meant no harm.

“Hello.” Wisp said quietly. Their voice was soft, neither high-pitched nor deep but somewhere in-between. They had been hovering at only five feet, but this little lady was so small that they felt the need to hover even lower to be closer to her level. “Box. You were in a box. Who put you in a box? Are you--are you alright?”

"Are you gonnae eat that?" Lochlan asked, pointing to the dead body Cormack was apparently trying to dispose of. "Cause if you're not, I'll take it off your hands."

Cormack had nothing to hide, but that didn’t mean he liked dead bodies littering the path. The man’s head had been sliced clean off--a beautiful job, if he did say so himself. Clean as clean could be. After Cormack had shoved his sword back down to his side and jumped from his horse’s back, he got to work dragging the headless body along the riverside, looking for a nice hidden spot to stash it until some unfortunate villager no doubt came upon it.

Of course he would meet Lochlan here. Who could forget the resident kelpie? Cormack just grinned slyly, dropping the corpse onto the ground and standing up straight. “Have at it.” he said, nudging the dead man’s shoulder with a boot-clad foot. “I don’t exactly...eat. Not flesh, at any rate. Help yourself. I have no use for this rotten shell.”

#bathadh #cormack

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What a curious place to have a large, antique box. Wisp was more than a little curious about this mysterious thing, circling around it and peeking to see if they could see inside from any angle. What was especially disconcerting was the bloody stains all over it. Wisp didn’t like that at all. With a little grimace, they inched in close to it.

Wisp put their ear up to the box, listening to hear if anything was moving around inside. Silence. Then, they lightly knocked their knuckles against the side, hoping that if anything was inside the box and alive, that maybe it could tell them how it got to this state. Perhaps it was silly to knock on a box, but Wisp just got the eerie feeling that something animate was inside.

“Odette? I O-bet she’s not even an O-threat.”

“A bit far from Sleepy Hollow aren’t you? What, Ichabod Crane too much for you to handle?”

#can be for any muse #memes

“That’s real clever coming from Pinocchio’s rejected stepsister. Tell me, do you come up with these jokes on your own or does your ventriloquist write them?”

#crack #niveousnightmare

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“Odette? I O-bet she’s not even an O-threat.”

#come at me little shit #niveousnightmare #we're serious roleplayers

“Odette better O-get out of my fucking face.”

#corcrack #crack #niveousnightmare

Puts up tiny fists. "Come at me scrublord I'm ripped."

If Cormack had visible eyes, they would be squinting. Really, really squinting. This tiny thing wanted to pick a fight? “You’re going to be ripped in pieces in a moment.” he grumbled. “Scrublord. What does that even mean?”

#cormack #incredible #niveousnightmare

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This pixie’s name is Tamsyn, she has a summer and winter palette, she likes to play tricks and steal things. Also she bites. And may or may not sometimes be a hedgehog.

#pixie #doodles #doodles; tamsyn

"Do ya ken you're a pure mean lookin' cunt?" Lochlan asked the dullahan with the shittiest grin possible.

“A pure, mean…excuse me?” The undead Irishman scowled, his wide mouth bowed downwards. Though his eyes were hidden beneath his hood, it would be accurate to say they were most likely squinting in displeasure. He was the very picture of victory in his time; he deserved respect! “I’d be more careful with my words if I were you. You never know when you will offend entirely the wrong person.”

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That fucking bow. What a flagrant display of stuck-up behavior. Lochlan almost laughed, but decided it better not to disrespect him any further. Still, he wasn’t the bowing sort, a bit more rugged and not as well-versed in such manners. It was a very pretty gesture though.

“A few hundred, aye.” A few hundred years, he meant. He turned one way and the other, giving his home a nice once-over with those odd glowing seagreen eyes. He liked this little home he’d made for himself, even though his actual house happened to lie at the bottom of the nearby loch. “It dinnae look like much here, but I suppose you aren’t fancyin’ a swim to the bottom to see how nicely I’ve got my real home set.” He jerked his head to direct the dullahan’s attention downstream where the river emptied into an impressive body of water. Well, impressive if you liked going for a swim or seeing a bunch of entrails and bones littering the shores.