Silvertongue and Dark Mark [Open]

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sticks and stones could break my bones,

Vladimir awoke to the sound of his stomach growling. Groaning, the teenager sat up, making a face as the scents of everything wafted over to his nose. Ugh. That was all downright nasty. He'd forgotten that there was a garbage heap that was nearby, but then, when he'd fallen asleep, he hadn't been able to smell it. He hated this part of being on his own. He hated the grossness, the smell, just... everything. Not that he'd let that drive him back to that tower. He never wanted to be restricted like that ever again. It was just so... boring being locked up all day. He wanted to use his magic for himself, not on himself just to provide himself some source of entertainment - they'd stopped posting guards when he'd started cursing them out of boredom. But he got food and pleasant things. Ugh, he must have been desperate to be finding the positives in a cage. Just because it was a gilded cage didn't make him any more eager to return to it. He liked cages well enough, but only if he wasn't inside of one. Muttering under his breath as he gathered himself to his feet, he decided to curse the refuse so that the owner would be buried in it. Why? Because it was obviously the pile's fault for making him think of his prison as a benefit, that's why. He then brushed the sand off his robes as best he could, smoothing a hand through his cream hair as he stepped into the streets and started following the scent of food on the air. He was hungry, and thankfully, he was still at an age where a pitiful look and a hex or two could get him some free food. Man, it was good to be a mage.

Words;; 303 Tags;; Open Lyrics;; "Sarcasm" by Get Scared Template by Kuroya Notes;; And it's official, I can't write good starters to save my life orz I blame Vlad. Brat won't tell me anything anymore. Bl

but anything you say will only fuel my lungs!

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Kallen Shey

Open | Cooking | 325/325

Kallen had awoken early the day, her misused nun robes hanging in a tree while she had slept in a small ruin of a home. It was a long way from the monastery yet still held a reminiscent feel to what she left behind, having burned and destroyed that place to the ashes that remain. Even the bones there had become ash by now in the hex fires she caused. Oh, it was always good that the experimental subjects she had became walking bombs that profoundly caused black fire to scorch everything causing a touch of hell to a mighty monastery as that one.

She felt no remorse over such a miserable life though, in fact, she was delighted that she could start anew, make herself a new life away from caring for orphans or the children alike. Frankly one could always smell blood on her thought that day it would be harder once she put her monastery outfit of a nun on. Save for the headpiece, she never wore it and rather hated having to hide away her precious auburn hair. In such action, she delightfully moved about and managed to put piece by piece of exciting meat on a fire covered in a wispy fashion that kept the meat from burning.

Using metallic husks around the metal allowed it to tenderize and cook without any worry while on top of a flat rock she happened to utilize a rather fortunate fashion of eggs from a turkey nest nearby. The birdie mother being what cooked in the metallic wrappings. The smell washed away her blood smell and instead whiffed the air with that of cooking poultry as she cleaned it appropriately to allow better cooking style. She enjoyed it, adding in gentle amounts of spices for a good morning brew while she moved about camp, fashioning her clothes to fit better to her body while keeping an eye on her food and her surroundings.

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sticks and stones could break my bones,

It took Vladimir a few moments to place the smell that was in the air, but when he did, it was enough to make his mouth water. It had been quite a while since he'd had turkey and eggs, since he'd run away to be precise, and he found himself craving them now that it had been presented to him as an option. The boy put his nose to the air, sniffing like some bloodhound as he followed the scent to a crumbling house. Of course, he could sense a bit of black magic lurking around it, and that was more than enough to make the boy wary as well. He may have grown up mostly sheltered, but his experience with the people he'd come in contact with had been more than enough to teach him that the majority of people weren't looking to send him off with a pat on the head and a bit of bread clutched in his hands. Maybe that was why he had a hex on his lips, ready to be tossed out at a moment's notice if the need came so that he could make a quick escape. Black magic had always been there to protect him, for as long as he could remember, and it was often the only thing he had in his little prison. He was used to the feel of it washing over his skin, but this... this was darker magic than he was used to. He would be foolish to just assume that it wasn't dangerous. It reeked of death, and that wasn't something he usually dealt in. He would give pain, yes, excruciating pain, but he could count on one hand the number of times he had killed; most of them hadn't even been with intent. It had been an accident while he was still mastering his abilities. He was still interested in the meat though, which was why he continued approaching. He was hungry and he wanted something to eat, and if that meant that he would have to steal it, then so be it. He'd take any advantage he could to survive. Besides, he wouldn't eat enough for a whole turkey. He was hungry, but he wasn't that hungry.

Words;; 373 Tags;; Kallen And others Lyrics;; "Sarcasm" by Get Scared Template by Kuroya Notes;; *rolls off to bed now*

but anything you say will only fuel my lungs!

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Kallen Shey

Vladimir, Open | Cooking | 409/734

Kallen enjoyed cooking, its delight to her only continued to expose itself to more fascinating levels. Even when she initially bargained to be entertained by anyone, she encountered. That happened to be sooner rather than later. However, when she felt the presence of someone nearby she recognized him or her as a magic user for a hex initially a double-edged sword to others who utilized the skill. Due to the darkness of the skill, those who utilized such means were well acquainted to the scent of a hex with another of their own kind, especially if they were imprisoned with only hexes but in Kallen’s concern, it was from the many experiments she performed with them.

Kallen only smiled, her eyes looking out into the area around her and judged distance now, her mind thinking up different formulations of hex she could perform but all of which were deadly in nature as she lacked that part of sense to go easy on anyone. Therefore, she kept cooking but now sung a gentle natured song that is utilized to lure sailors and pirates, a song from which supposed death mongers of the sea killed sailors with when entrancing them while all the same she cooked up the meat, enjoying the permeation of smell until the presence was close enough for her voice to reach.

It was going to be enjoyable all the same with how the reaction could ensue around her, yet she would happen upon and then voice out, “If you are going to approach stealthily and aim to steal, it would be best not to have a spell already prepared when attempting such action. It leaves you exposed and your presence easily sensed out.” She smiled, the lecture she gave him was nothing short of common sense but at the same time she did not know who this was that would linger or approach but she knew enough that with the meal she prepared, company to share with would be nice.

“If you are wishing to steal my food,” her body moving to the broken window, her eyes looking right at the person whom approached from such distance, “I would like to steal some of your company in exchange for it.” Such was her nature, countermoves and counterstrikes were always decent and yet she looked and did not get the feeling she needed to dissect the fellow, in fact she did not wish to cause him harm… yet.

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sticks and stones could break my bones,

Vladimir had crept close, his eyes firmly locked on his prize, but when the girl spoke, he scowled, his fingers almost flicking out a hex defensively before he firmed himself again. He wasn't some coward. "For your information, I didn't come looking to steal," he retorted, crossing his arms huffily and looking away. In his experience, when caught, it was best to just act indignant, since that was usually how people would act if accused of something they weren't guilty of. "I'm not an idiot. I can sense the dark aura around you, and I'm not about to go near anyone without a hex at my fingertips! The moment it takes to form one could mean the difference between life or death!" He was pouting a little, the child that he still was showing through, though as if to contradict his statement, his stomach let out a rather loud gurgle. Not that he was ashamed of himself for that, that would imply that he had a sense of shame, and he'd been without that emotion for quite a few years by this point. Though he did perk up at the prospect of not having to waste some of his dark magic to make a getaway with some food. Pursing his lips to make sure that it was obvious that this wasn't a first choice for him, he finally nodded. "I guess I can give you some of my company," he grumbled, kicking a stone with his foot before he plopped down on a large rock, brushing his pants off to make himself look a little better. Less like a runaway and more like that it was his choice to be out of a home. "Don't go thinking that means I like you!" he snapped, still sulking a little at being scolded. "Girls are disgusting, and you're nothing special, got it?"

Words;; 310 Tags;; Kallen And others Lyrics;; "Sarcasm" by Get Scared Template by Kuroya Notes;; Sorry about the short. And the wait. School started, so I've been a bit busier, but I thought that something was better than nothing by this point. *shot*

but anything you say will only fuel my lungs!

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Kallen Shey

Nimue, Open | Feast on Threats | 306/1,040

So he did not come to steal yet had a hex ready, Kallen just could not buy that one bit. Her eyes looking at the individual who seemed to try to charm his way through everything there was. However, as Kallen had little faith in the way things worked around her, she had little hope in trusting this boy. That of course was normal for the dark mage, as she trusted no one other than herself and her “science” so to speak. Kallen smiled though when she heard that stomach protesting and it only made her know and acknowledge the hungry soul as she finished preparation and even slicing of the meal before carrying it out to the boy, the meal on a full hearty dish as cut up as a good portion could ever be. Granted she did hear what else he had to say, given that it did diminish that charm.

“I am not hurt by what you say,” her bloodthirsty eyes glaring into his. “But just so you know, killing children is a hobby of mine and if you wish to keep your organs inside you. You best well not go about saying how terrible a stranger is for offering her home cooked meal shared to a poor morsel like yourself.” Having picked up a small bit of the poultry skin and popping it into her mouth as a smile formed onto her lips. She knew how dark her body was, how dark she was, and the very delicate balance it took her to not rip apart someone was always something she loved. The life along the edge was something she rather enjoyed even if it meant she was in the desperation of terrifying circumstances and dredges of death and the like. It was just how she was in the end of things.

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sticks and stones could break my bones,

Vladimir huffed, crossing his arms and grumbling. "Yeah, well, cursing people is a hobby of mine, so you'll find that I've got a bit more fight to me than you might think." He stuck his tongue out, rather childishly, not even caring that he was no doubt showing off the mark on his tongue. "And you're the one who said you killed kids, not me." Cheerfully flicking his hand at her, he instead picked up some of the turkey, settling himself on the rock as he nibbled at it thoughtfully. Swallowing first, he decided that he was feeling in a better mood, so he figured he might as well talk with her. "I'm Vladimir, in case you were wondering," he stated, flopping over onto the rock to sun himself like some spoiled feline. It wasn't quite trust that had him acting the way it was, but rather, the fact that he was just so used to his life being in danger on a daily basis back with his masters that it was hardly something that phased him. Even now, he wasn't opposed to returning to the Grimleal, he simply didn't want to go back to his masters. They were needlessly cruel, keeping him trapped in some cage so they could use his magic whenever they pleased, and that wasn't something that he really liked. He needed some leash to roam, some freedom to do what he wanted. He yawned, one hand coming up to idly trace patterns in the cloudless sky. "And like I said, it wasn't anything personal. Girls just don't interest me. Never have, never will." He remembered the few times his masters had brought him girls when he was still with them. The girls had all been drugged, too young or too weak for his tastes, and they'd disgusted him more than interested him. He wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he knew enough to decide quite firmly that his interests didn't lie with girls, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Words;; 336 Tags;; Kallen And others Lyrics;; "Sarcasm" by Get Scared Template by Kuroya Notes;; Slightly longer, but probs derpier since I'm sleepy. Oh well, it will have to do, I suppose.

but anything you say will only fuel my lungs!