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Private: Mistress & Star
This is a private rp session for MistressLeopard & Star2000Shadow. It is an extension, a background for characters, in another rp we are carrying out.)
Chapter 1: Demon Eyed Yalmire was not a city known for more than its vices. Gambling, the trade of flesh, and exotic drugs were the realest currency the city dealt in. Only those with nowhere else to possibly go and those with no interest in being decent living beings lived there. There were the few and powerful presiding over the many and desperate, foolish and addicted. Royce’s quick little fingers plucked through the small hills of decaying trash in an alley to find something of possible use. Clothing, weapons, food. Whatever could sustain a child of the streets. There were many of them, he was just one of a thousand it seemed. Royce was small for his age of seven, many would mistake him for four or five sometimes at a glance. His hair was a mess of dark curls that fell into a pair of eyes that disturbed many; one was sapphire but the other bore a scarlet iris. A demon’s eye, many called it. He was clad in a pair of roughly sewn brown fabric pants, the thread being thick, black fishing line. His shirt was too big, off-white and worn almost thread bare in a few spots with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows. His boots were stolen, just as worn as the shirt. He had a satchel thrown over one shoulder, constructed from the same as his pants. It contained everything of his life that mattered from the last three years. He had spent all that time on the street, recalling very little of his existence before then. He found little in the garbage to go into that satchel though. He forsook the trash in favor of the cramped market street nearby, bustling with as many pick-pockets as valid customers. Not that the pick-pockets would get much. What he was interested in filching was not money, but food. He walked behind figures that concealed him from notice of the merchants and his deft, nimble fingers began to pluck fruit away; apples, peaches, pears. He stole not just for himself, but for the small pack of homeless children he shared shelter with in an abandoned building. It was as his fingers closed around a mango that a larger hand caught his wrist. Slowly, he looked up at an adult with salt and pepper hair, a thick beard, and a burning red complexion from sheer rage. Getting caught was one of the worse parts of being a thief. He felt the fingers clench so hard that his bones were grinding. The man might even break his wrist. The merchants were not shy about giving out their own punishments. The guards in the city were more like art; there to see but nothing else. |
Kit hissed and Launched herself from the nearby roof she'd been sitting on. Claws digging into the Merchant's Face and aiming to draw blood. and her claws where wicked sharp. She was a Black furred Tabby with a strip of white in the shape of a star on her forehead, and four white 'boots' and stomach. the tip of her tail was also white. Claws digging into skin she twisted and squirmed keeping the Merchant from grabbing hold of her with on hand forcing him to release the boy he'd been about to harm and aim his attention for her. Royce would hear a voice in his head.
RUN it was female and held a slight growl of command behind it. Kit had been fallowing him for weeks. and occasionally intervening when she shouldn't have. but then she wasn't a cat who much fallowed rules. even rules as old and ancient as those binding a Familiar to their witch. considering she'd yet to CHOSE Royce some would wonder why she was hanging around, and or helping him. she'd been doing so for the past month since she'd caught sight of him. feeling that familiar tingle down her spine that screamed 'witch' and the secondary one that said said witch was compatible to her. He'd been darting through the streets at the time, a stall merchant hot on his heels. she hadn't even thought about it. She'd jumped from her current resting spot, launching herself into the merchants path and tripping him up, allowing the small child to escape. and since then she'd been fallowing him. almost mother like in her behavior. the kids and he would find they'd find little treats around the abandoned building they lived in. not much but something that could of easily been dropped in the rush to hide when the adults did their routine check to make sure it was still 'abandoned'. What could she say, she had a soft spot for kids. alright a very big soft spot. and it was a fight not to just bond with Royce and be done with it so she could help him properly. to strengthen his sense of where people where, and what was going on around him. to offer him a better chance at staying alive. but she knew the rules. he had to be thirteen before she could do so at the earliest. preferably 20 and half trained. 'Screw it. ' she thought irritably. she'd bond to the kid. she didn't play by the rules as was. and she'd be damned if she let him die simply because no one would help or guide him. and besides, Witches where chosen way earlier in the past. it was frowned upon yes, but it was an occurrence. |
Royce paused for a split second only, and that half a second really could get someone killed. Then he was running. He was light and fast, used to having to outrun adults by this age. He had learned not to just run, but to move in unexpected patterns. It meant not thinking and using instincts, of which his were very good. He could analyze the voice in his head and the cat that had come to his aid later. He cut between several sets of people and skidded around a corner into an alley. While the merchant's cursing died behind him he got further and further away. The noise of the market faded in time as well as he rounded one corner after another.
Royce settled into a crouch in a sunken doorway near the red-candle district, a place where a price of mortal, and not so mortal, flesh was advertised on small signs. It was a dangerous place for a child, but many of the whores there knew him and were actually very gentle and adoring to him. They did not want to see him becoming one of their lot. Royce was panting heavily, trying to slow his heart rate. He was still clutching the mango of his earlier attempted theft. |
Kit kept the Merchant busy while Royce ran but once she could sense him far enough away, she twisted and lunged off of the merchant. who's cursing fallowed her as she raced after the boy. Darting and twisting between legs, feet, horses and other animals, as well as the wheels of carts. she shot through the alley mouth and raced down it after Royce. fallowing the faint feeling of 'witch'. and a witch unbound. oh she could sense a few others in the area but they all had familiars. Reaching the boys side she plopped down on the ground, laying on her side. said side's heaved as she let herself catch her breath. though she never lost awareness of the space around them. she wasn't that stupid.
once she could breath again she slowly pushed herself up, her eyes locking with Royce's and staring unblinking into them. Hello Royce. My name is Kit. and I am going to be your familiar. her voice held weight, power, and a feeling of sheer ancientness as she spoke the simple words. her magic reaching out for his to bond her to him for all time. no matter how long that time might be. and while that was going on, her ears never stopped twitching. keeping track of all sounds. nose of all scents. she did not want to lose track of anything. because from that point on she was going to keep her Witch safe. |
Royce frowned at her. "I'm not powerful enough to have a familiar," he said. "All I can really do is read magic in other people. I can't produce any of my own." He was right about that, in a way. He could extract magic too, he just had never done so before. Figuring that out on his own would have been next to impossible.
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Kit studied him for a moment then spoke softly. Touch someone with magic, and focus on that sense of it if you touch them while doing that.. it should allow you to copy the magic. for lack of a better word you can 'borrow' or 'steal' their powers for a short time.. all though she thought she'd heard somewhere that if they where tied to an object.. he'd be able to keep them indefinitely. or was that just with witches who'd yet to find a familiar.. considering that was basically what a familiar did..
Sometimes life gave one interesting options. many of them. And I AM the familiar am I not? if i say your strong enough for a familiar. you are strong enough for a familiar. and there are many types of magics.. there's incantation..hand magic..and the magic of pure will. for all you know your one of them instead of a normal 'witch' |
The child gave her a wary look for a long few minutes before slowly he reached out. His fingers were tentative as they touched her forehead and scratched gently at the patch of white there. It would send tingles through her because, for one it felt good, but also it was a way to bond, Witch and familiar. Physical contact was what made them closer. Hugging, holding, riding on the Witch's shoulder or sleeping beside them. It was a lot like having a piece of their soul outside their bodies.
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Kit closed her eyes in pleasure and leaned intot he small gentle caress a low rumbling purr leaving her throat. oh that felt good. that felt really really good. she gave a little hiccupy sound as she butted agianst the hand. losing a bit of her dignaty for the pelasure that he was giving her.
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"What are you?" Royce asked as he picked her up and put her in his lap. He scratched at her ears now, rubbing both delicate shells between the fingers of his hands gently. "You're not a normal cat, obviously. But what kind of being are you?" He was curious, not in the least afraid. Children were so much less wary than adults, but they were also much stronger sometimes because they could believe things, because they could bounce back more strongly.
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Kit arched into his touch. 'I'm a Familiar..Yours to be exact. your my Witch and I'm your Grounding force.' She thought at him purring. she tentatively opened the weak link between them that would grow. letting him feel her pleasure at what he was doing.I'm to help you control your gifts.. as well as to help your gifts stabilize enough you can do more with them.
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"Well, I get that you're a familiar," he said. "But a lot of different creatures are familiars. What are you? I've heard of talking-cats. Of water-cats and giant cats with various powers. Of were-cats and cats that become people. But what are you, Kit?" He hugged her to his chest, not too tight, as a light drizzle of rain began just beyond the sheltered doorway he had settled into.
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Kit considered as a shudder ran down her spine from the other's voice saying her name. then considered if she should tell him. instead she squirmed so her head was beneath his chin. I am what I am. I am here to care for you. that is what I am.. she said trying to side step the question and not alarm him at the same time. nuzzling her head into his chin. and right now i am your voice of reason, so lets go find somewhere warm to hide..such as that old barn..
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Royce gave a nod and hugged Kit a little closer as he stood up and took off running into the light drizzle. He did not want to get soaked after all. The old barn was not too far just outside the city. A place most people avoided but it would be dry, and therefore warmer than the water would allow. It also would afford them some time to be alone and bond further rather than having other children around to distract him like at that abandoned building. He got inside just as the rain began to pour. He closed the door gently with a loud creak and latched it shut. There was not much inside but for aged beams petrified with time and musky hay, but at least it was dry. No leaks.
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Kit nodded and squirmed lose form his hold padding to the hey she gathered her magic and breathed it out over the hay which would then suddenly become as fresh as if it was just cut. dry warm and scented like new hey. which it in fact was. Here.. Come settle in. it'll keep you warmer then if you stay out of it and its clean. no vermin. i made sure of that.
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Royce moved to the hay and sat down. He removed his boots and his shirt to lay it out to dry. He dragged his satchel in front of himself and opened it up to begin dragging out a few pieces of fruit and a small pouch that had dried meat in it. A piece of which he offered to her. Beef was a hard thing to steal because it was expensive and merchants watched it like hawks. He used a knife to cut into an apple.
"You know we can't stay here more than this one night, right? They check this place," he said. All abandoned places were checked regularly. If children were caught and obviously orphaned they ended up in labor shops. |
Kit huffed as she nibbled at the dried meat. I know. I've fallowed you for more then a couple months. i've seen why orphaned children can't stay here.. her tone was laced with anger that she tried to suppress.. the idea of any child begin put through that. but especially HER witch..it left her wanting to claw the first adult she cam into contact's face off.
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Royce pulled a worn leather box from his satchel and opened it. The cards were old, staring to fade at the edges and the intricate paintings were beginning to flake and peal but the images were still there, still clear, even if they were not as vibrant as they once wore. The tarot cards were a little larger than his small hands. And from the energy pulsing in them, weak as it was, they were not his but had belonged to a family member of his. It was a feminine energy. His mother perhaps.
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Kit's head perked up from the Dried meat she'd finished and she padded over to his side, sinking into the Hay. She tilted her head and 'spoke' carefully. Did those..belong to your.. mother? her voice was hesitant. clearly she didn't want to pry but she was asking anyways. it made it important. she really didn't want to upset him. they'd already had an emotional night as was. but there she was. Asking the question. because if it was his mothers, it might work with his own magic. 'I wonder if he's read them before..I bet he gets true readings.' this would be magic of pure will. or at least of pure magic anyways.
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"They were her's," he said with a nod. "It's what I have let of my parents. I don't even really remember them, I just know these belonged to her and that she was nice. They make my fingers tingle but I don't know how to use them. So I never have." He shuffled them and turned over the top card. "This one always comes up for me." He showed her the Seven of Swords. It was a card of theft, of things being taken in greed. For a thief, it was a proper card.
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That Would be your card. it represents who you are at this exact moment. you are a thief. though you steal to survive you still steal. and that is the seven of swords. the card of theft. she spoke softly as her tail twitched.Place it to the side, and draw another card.
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He shrugged and laid it aside. The next card he drew was the Five of Pentacles. A card of hardships, usually when it came to money. But hardship was hardship. And he had that in spades. "What's this one?" he asked her, showing her the card.
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Kit studied it.That's the Five of Pentacles, a card of Hardships. which you are currently in the middle of. her mental voice was soft, like a warm blanket thrown around his shoulders.. full of love and devotion. ands he did love him. he was her other half. if he hurt. she hurt. if he was cold. she was cold. they where now one creature. in two bodies.
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"True," he said and put the deck back in it's hard leather box. He laid back and picked her up, laying her on his stomach so he could rub her ears. "I don't think the cards have a lot of good things to say to me right now," he said as his thumbs rubbed with and against her fur.
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Kit stared straight ahead for a moment. letting her purring sooth him. Perhaps it's more you don't wish to listen. or do not wish to hear what it has to say. sometimes its the wielder's emotions and wants that lead the deck. other times its a force outside of their own body. something greater.. she let her e yes close but she wasn't sleeping. no now that she had her witch she'd guard him. against those who'd use him, those who'd harm him, and those who'd only hurt him if they could get close enough. she knew eventually she'd be brought to task. the boy was to young.. the bond would be to deep. she'd lose her objectivity. it didn't matter. he was her's now and she'd not give him up.
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Chapter 2: Double Edged Sword
His boots pounded absolutely without stealth across the main lounge room of the most expensive brothel in Canibrn, a city known for it's architecture, art, crystal fountains of impressive size, and for it's general hedonism. It was a city of luxury, of comfort. And he did not have the money to exist in the marble, crystal and precious metal city. Well, not in a legal way. Which was why he had charmed his way into the brothel because, well, he rather liked the company of attractive women. He shot into the open, warm sunlight of early morning on a balcony that was several stories from the ground. One boot touched the railing and he was up and over it. The guards were shouting curses after him. Royce landed on his ass in a wagon of silks. He looked up at the guards via tipping his head back and chuckled. At seventeen, Royce had gotten tall. A little lanky but he was growing into his own height quickly enough. He was clad in riding pants, boots, and a white shirt with elbow length sleeves beneath a black leather jacket. He rolled off the pile of silk into a crouch and stood up straight. He straightened his jacket and walked into an alley, despite the opened mouth stares of civilians all around him. "Kitten," he spoke under his breath in a light tone. "I believe I'm in a little bit of trouble." Yes, trouble of his own damn making. As usual. The shouts of the guards were getting more distant the longer he walked, cutting one way or another. In passing, he snagged a kabob of roast meat chunks and vegetables. It smelled fantastic thanks to the seasonings. He pulled off a hunk of meat with his fingers and tossed it to his right, knowing his familiar of ten years would catch it. And then begin the scolding of the morning. It was starting to become a tradition! |
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