Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:01:43 PM)
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Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:02:24 PM)
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Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:03:32 PM)
*She walked into a place that was beautiful natural…the spirits here peaceful the place was a reclaimed by nature building the lower floor had a "house" made in it there were lovely gardens and a natural pond left behind from the storms. The whole place was cleaned up spiritually and life wise. She walked over to sit upon rocks around the pond to place her feet in the water and look out at the surface*

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:04:06 PM)
*Also there were three goats free range a mother and two babies as well as a lazy cat with one eye*

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:04:50 PM)
*Fish in the pond as well*

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:06:58 PM)
*Slowly she disrobed. There were several fresh scars where the pattern had cut her on her ribs were intricate set of three scars with tribal animals in them that seem to glow of a power of thier own not of her doing but another mages. She has a tattoo on her hip of a cat and fox chasing musical notes. Down her back is the black and white tree at the foot of the tree is a river of red. She focuses on the water letting her mind drift and become open she wasn't in a place to dream per say but to drift yes.*

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:09:44 PM)
*her lips incanting something in sholto african dialect.*

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:10:18 PM)
(you now have an in to confer)

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:11:57 PM)
(she's in a dream like state)

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:16:34 PM)
*She slowly lay back on the rocks now closing her eyes leaving her feet in the water*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:16:41 PM)
As her mind began to wander and her subconcious reached out to the astral stream, Crow was there. She was suddenly standing in a zone of total darkness. No, that's not right....it wasn't dark...because if she looked down she could see her hands quite clearly. No, it was more like nothingness....a black emptiness that stretched on forever. Her very presence, a something within that nothing, was more than enough to surround her in light, as if singling out the unique nature of her very being. The emptiness continued in all directions, and looking down, it stretched on beneath her feet. And yet she could feel something beneath her toes, as if the expectation that she should be standing had spawned tactile sensations into existance. And then she was not alone. In that way that dreams are like to do, there was nothing, and then there was Crow. He was a man wizened for his years with feint creases of worry around deep brown eyes, brown eyes that hid an ancient wisdom behind an almost casual sense of caring. He was

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:17:00 PM)
nude, except for a few splotches of ink or ritual scars, but his modesty was hidden by deep shadows that strategicly hid his groin. When he spoke his voice was a whisper, but it carried easily through the nothingness and echoed at the very edge of her perception. "I have seen your pain......"

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:19:27 PM)
*her presence in spirit was that black and white…the neutrailty one eye green one gold…her two fold avatar resting inside her form she replied in a similar vein of voice a hushed whisper that was both male and female now* the you have seen those that made me were taken in the godess's anger at my hubris for trying to remake me…and I was reborn in pain and suffering…those around me do not understand…nor will they ever…few do and the last one that did will no longer speak to me nor hold me…and I nearly killed him bringing myself back….*a guilt like a heavy weight in the voice as she stood there looking at him her eyes both pain and guilt along with lust and rage...*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:23:58 PM)
He shook his head slowly as he listened to her, his eyes saddened by her words. Here in this world, he could feel her pain, her guilt, even her lust and her rage, and it began to shape the world around them. A soft breeze, warm and stagnant, drew in a moist mist that clung to the skin like a lover. The scents of blood and salty tears filling their lungs. "We can not expect others to understand our paths. It is what makes us unique...special. But you must embrace that fact....become one with it....or it will tear you apart."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:26:18 PM)
And to walk this path alone…is desolate and alone…the ones that claim love never truely know….*the desolate loneliness adding a sad birds cry or a dying animal alone in the forest along the winds as she stood there…* How am I to walk alone when the emptyness wells within me…*the black part of herself almost fading into the background oppressive…the white pailng to almost nothing* To be and yet not...

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:30:18 PM)
He bowed his head slightly and his lips curled into a sadened smile. Those deep brown eyes glistened and then two tears fell down his darkly tanned cheaks. For a moment the hazy image of a young girl, blonde, beautiful, perhaps even slightly familiar, flashed in the mist. Like Dempsy has stolen a few brief glimpses into another person's memories. "Sadly, some of us are meant to walk alone... Our duties, and our burdons, too much to expect others to bear." He was then gone, and in the way dreams often did, he was standing beside her with his hand resting gently on her shoulder. It was as if he had already been there...and perhaps he had... "But there is strength in the narrow path. Focus. It is not all for naught. And with that strength, you can ensure that those you truly love never know the pain we endure."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:33:51 PM)
*A hand reached out to the girl and then slowly she came toward him and reached out to wipe away the tears. Her hands alive with life and love of the mother no pain in them now as if this was what she was destined to do…to ease others when she could not ease herself. She leaned over and kissed his cheeks where the tears had fallen…the maiden ever. * Strenght in numbers….as for them not knowing the pain they rarely look …because I hide it so well…I always have…but I want a connection to something someone that understands…even if its for stolen moments…

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:40:46 PM)
For a moment a faded aparition, a ghost like image of an aging man, his dark face weathered by wisdom and streaked with agressive black and white paints, superimposed itself over Crow. It glared down at Dempy with the same judgemental aire that it seemed to use to forever grip with younger man within. But then it was gone, to be forgotten, an echo in her mind that she would only vaguely recall on awakening. "You may have missed your calling, Miss.... you say the words of a Speaker." He reached up, gently taking her hands and lowering them back to her sides, before he was gone again. But this time the mist was gone as well, and the scent of blood and sorrow. Instead a few birds sang in the distance, and the song of raindrops tumbling leaf to leaf within a canopy above filled the air. Crow was to her right, kneeling in a shallow brook that poured through a collection of stones, surrounded by a new fog...this one seeming soft and light. "We are never alone, child.....", he offered softly, "So long as you know ho

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:40:57 PM)
how to look."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:45:06 PM)
*In the distance drums from africa play and a firelight danced of bodies moving around a firelight to the calling of the drums then they were gone as she knelt down beside him. Where her hands touched the water they bled red the rivulets of red flowing from those fingers as she looked to him again with those mismatched eyes as the father came forward now a strength the smell of ozone and cold calculation that lightening brings* Some say they are one thing others another…but deep within they all bleed the same…*Then the male shifted to the back again as she looked to him.* You say that but even as your lips lie to me…you feel it inside as well as I….the road less traveled…is still less traveled for a reason…many don't last long walking on broken glass…*she lifted her fingers to let the droplets hit the water as the grasses around her bloomed to flowers and then shriveled and died and bloomed in the cycle of life.*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:49:36 PM)
He shook his head slightly at that and looked back to her. He wore an honest smile and lifted his hand to rest it on her shoulder once more. "I can not speak a lie. It is my greatest curse, and my greatest burdon. I do not deal in iresolutes, for in the dream, there is only the truth of substance or the lie of emptiness. We truly are never alone...as we are all connected to a consciousness that includes all of mankind who have ever lived, lives, will live, or it imagined to live. I have seen it. And I do not lie."

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:51:31 PM)
( er, greatest curse, and greatest blessing.... no idea why I typed burdon )

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:51:42 PM)
*She slowly looked to him and leaned in close* Then why the tears…being so connected it makes you feel everything around you as if it is you and you lose yourself day by day in the connection to the world…I believe there are waysides on this road…where one can stop and find placidness in the isolation.

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:53:24 PM)
I saw it felt it in your face when I saw her…you cannot completely fade…or you are only one…not many

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 8:56:01 PM)
"I cry for what I had to leave behind...", he returned with a small nod. And while there was a sadness in it, his smile was genuine. "But I also know joy for what I see ahead. I know that I have a purpose in this world that is beyond what most could ever dream to acheive and that all sacrifices that are required of me...are to ensure I am strong enough to live up to that." He gazed deeply into her eyes and the hand on her shoulder squeezed gently, "You too, have such potential. But you will only realize it, if you embrace all the hardships that come with it's persuit..."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:57:57 PM)
I have embraced that painful road…and will continue to walk it but …I want comfort now…and that is what I seek…not in those that pretend to know me but one that sees me. *She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips gently and offered a smile that

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 8:58:17 PM)
held kindness and tenderness much like a homecoming.*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:04:12 PM)
His smile never faded and he did not shy away from her lips, but neither did he push to further the contact. His free hand lifted to brush the backs of his fingers across her cheek. "You still sound more like a Speaker than one of the Verbenna..... Why not turn your eyes to the dream when you need to console your soul? It is there we can find substance in the parables of existance."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:07:41 PM)
Sadly this is the first dream I have had in some time…I lost my way for sometime…I seem to only find comfort in the dreamers…not those that feign wisdom…I have thought of leaving the fold…several times…in the past I walked away completely for a life of my own and the godess punished me…My place among my own kind is to see through a different light…it is my burden to not fit in among my own kind…*Tears welled up in her eyes now as she looked to him. A rush of that isolation of not having a choice now…the cold of winters chill as the water frosted over and she turned her eyes to the sky in the dream…behind her a house from the 1800's burned to the ground his wife and children inside as a creature left him for near death …he watched his family die unable to do anything about it…Her eyes turned to the ground as the tears fell like little snow flakes now. *

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:09:13 PM)
Everytime I grow close to someone…something takes them from me…*her voice soft now as the black started to bleed into the white making her a muddled confused grey....*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:14:03 PM)
He smiled sadly as he shared her vision, his comforting hand warm against her shoulder as he remained knelt beside her. His eyes followed the drifting tears to the ground and he reached out, placing his hand over them. His lips parted and a chorus of whispers escaped them in a language both musical and harsh, beautiful and demanding. It was a reflection of the very first tongue spoke by man and angel alike, and now, it seemed to carry with it a reflection of the universe it helped create. As the words faded away he spoke again, but his time his voice was warm...deep...and in english. "Then perhaps that is fate trying to tell you something. Instead on focusing on the things that bind you to the dream's reflection, you should turn your eyes to the dream itself." He removed his hand and a vine sprouted up from her tears. It grew slowly, but surely, until they were soon knealing on a thick bed of roots beneath of the canopy of a giant oak that seemed to stretch beyond the heavens themselves. It was Fae Bolg, it w

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:14:33 PM)
as the World tree. "Even from the greatest sadness, one can find a path to ascension. You only must know where to look."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:16:50 PM)
*As she rest beside him a river of blood slid slowly out of the world tree the same she bore on her back her form still a muddy grey.* I've forgotten how…to dream…*the sadness heavy in her voice..* I once had great dreams in africa but no more…Not since I went against the godess and changed forms…now…*The paradox wounds started to bleed upon her skin* I am punished…it is a great pain when they disconnect you…I have not been able to reach my magic…for quite some time but I told no one.

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:20:50 PM)
He had originally been drawn to her when he felt the taint of paradox around her and he nodded when she drew attention to it now. "I have known the scourge of the dream's disapointment many times, I assure you. Many of our fellow awakened still jest about it, in fact....", he even chuckled a bit, somehow finding humor in the horror that was paradox. "But never is it truly permanent. There is a well of power in the LeLaurie house. Go there every day....rest and meditate on the sins commited against the dream or your goddess...and in time you will be relieved of them."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:23:33 PM)
*She slowly sighed and leaned against him* Will you remind me how to dream…how to reach the great bow above as I have lost my wings to fly so high…nor claws to climb *The grey form now shifting slowly to take on the form she held in the real world…because it was the one she knew best now…the wounds still nasty and angry but no longer seeping as she rest her head against his shoulder and smelled him as an animal would…taking in his scent curious to what a dream smells like…her eyes looking up to him now just that green that she held in the world of flesh and bone that being a Verbena she was so tied to…it was a wonder how she translated so well in the spirit…should she really be a Verbena at all?*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:27:25 PM)
His smile was warm and comforting as he nodded in response to her request. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, drawing her in against the solidity of his side. She might then realize that this was not a mere dreaming reflection of himself, this was the man...physically knealing within her own subconscious. He smelled of musk and the earth, though the chaotic scenes of the spirit wilds clung to his skin tenaciously. "I will. Soon, I will be traveling to the Vulgate, to the Spires of the Gods, and up into the eiphamies. If you wish, I will take you with me.....you will find what you need there, of that I'm quite sure."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:28:21 PM)
*She nodded in response to his idea. Her fingers reached over and slowly rested along his chest where she touched him he felt the rush of flesh and bone…the changes that still slid beneath her skin. Then slowly she reached into him…if he would allow…letting him see…what it was to be both sides of a meeting of the bodies…let him feel both the masculine and feminine…it was the least she could give him for his choice in helping one that had strayed so far…she let the feelings rush through both in the flesh and the spirit…as she was heavily tied to both now in this moment…the flesh and the spirit…entwined the masculine and feminine wrapped around it all. *

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:31:53 PM)
He smiled softly but shook his head, a chorus of syllabant whispers leaving his lips, hardening the pattern of his living cells until she could not budge them. He lifted his hand to take her own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I can sense what you try to do.....but I have mastery over my own form and I am one with what I am....for now. Someday I may transcend such physical restraints completely, but for now, I am content.

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:32:24 PM)
But you forget I am not flesh and can reside within if you let me.

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:35:39 PM)
He shook his head again, lifting her hand slowly to brush his lips softly across her knuckles before he rose to stand. "I'm afraid my dedication to Black Eyes will not allow me such things. Soon he and I will part, we both know this, but he has guided me for too long for me to dishonor his wishes now." He smiled down at her as his grip on her hand slowly loosened, "Thank you for the gift, but...I'm afraid I can not accept."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:36:11 PM)
*She smiled softly and rose to join him* Then let me give you a different gift...

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:38:46 PM)
A brow arched curiously in response to that and he tilted his head. The collage of visions, some real some imaginary, that grown around them faded. Once again the two stood, as if hovering, within the depths of emptiness. "A different gift/"

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:39:10 PM)
*she closed her eyes and before them the scape shimmered to reeal the plains of africa at dusk…of her running with the animals there…at one with everything around her…her teacher a tall black man so full of life and spirit it almost hurts to look upon him…as the pair of them ran as man was meant to simply a creature at one with and a part of the Mother as the pair ran into the night they came upon a flat rock and the pair climbed to lay upon the stones and look up at the stars. There the Black man painted the sky showing her the ways the spirits connect to the earth. It seemed a precious memory of her tutaledge when she awoke.*

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:39:22 PM)
(reveal even)

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:40:11 PM)
*This revealed also why she was so adept with the spirits…as her teacher wasn't the typical Verbena either...*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:41:23 PM)
He turned and looked out across the astral landscape that had formed from her thoguhts and dreams. He smiled warmly, taking in the tale as it spun before is eyes. His voice was reverant when he finally spoke. "I am of the Baruti faction, you do not realize how much you honor me in this. So thank you."

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:42:25 PM)
*She smiled* My Master recently left the body and earth behind…in his quest for enlightenment…*the marks on her ribs seem to glow with the same light that came from the black man* Perhaps if you care to see when I woke some time if you wish to visit my dreams again...

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:43:18 PM)
*An almost hopeful tone that he visit her again*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:44:55 PM)
He nodded once again and turned to face her. He still wore a warm and fatherly smile, yet the longer she spent with him, the clearer his disconnection with many things most would find mundane would become clear. "I will. And in return, I will share a few tales as well. But now, I must go...and you...must truly sleep. You will need rest after this...I am afraid our comunion with be taxing." He stepped towards her then, bowing his head to place a soft kiss atop her head.

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:46:21 PM)
*She nodded and rested there* I will go to the Chantry to rest…*Part of her was reminded of Malbrigo her teacher in this one but she said it not as her image faded from the realm he felt hands touch him all over as she disappeared…some places naughty some nice*

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:46:42 PM)
(im terrible I know)

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:47:44 PM)
He actually chuckled softly at that, but oddly enough, his body did not respond. Instead he only turned, accepting the farewell as he moved back through the paths of the astral, into the mists, and out through the spirit wilds once more.

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:47:52 PM)
( Hehe, Crow's a strange one. )

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:48:16 PM)
(so is dempsy people assume thats her hitting on them…she simply wants to fully "grok" them)

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:49:17 PM)
*In the real world she rose to get proper clothing after she bathed in the pure water. She took some tools with her in a backpack to return to the place of power thoughtful now…as she uttered in a different tongue to herself*

Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:49:25 PM)
( He's trying to seperate himself from the mundane as much as possible, so that he can best understand the spirit better. Years from now, if this game still exists, and he's still around, he'll be a Exemplar )

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:50:16 PM)
(now I room hop pm if you care to. She assumes thats what Mal did finally recently he made that his goal…and she doesn't want his body…any body has one of those…to touch that spirit would be akin to touching the true him…she does understand that)

Dempsy Winson (Aug 2, 2011 9:50:19 PM)
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Ashishishe Heyoka (Aug 2, 2011 9:50:53 PM)
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