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Post by Famosity on May 8, 2015 17:27:47 GMT -5
((A closed RP between Ty and Famosity
Writing is hard ;( ))
The unicorn paced her room in silence. The only noise was the clicking of her hooves across the floor. She had sent a message to Ty to meet her here at this time. She wanted to check up on her favorite, especially after the incident with Tapi. The lantern that held captive her soul fire dangled in front of her. She tried ignoring it, but it always felt like it was teasing her. Snorting, she flicked her tail in distaste. The imported silk sheets and pillows that dotted her room seemed to glitter in the light of the overhanging chandelier along with the trail of blue liquid that was the telltale sign of her pacing. Her ears were placed contently to the side though she was busy thinking about what was to come. Ty seemed to want to help her with her... problem. This was something no one had even given any thought to besides herself. It was kind of hard to ignore when you were the victim of the lantern though. It was nice to know someone could be capable of figuring it out. This quality about Ty had left Famosity greatly intrigued by the satyr and rather protective to say the least.
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 8, 2015 17:48:58 GMT -5
When one comes too close to the flame of knowledge you’ll get burned. This saying was imprinted in Ty’s mind as she made her way through the vast tunnels of the cult. She had received an invitation from Famosity herself to come to her. Ty wasn’t quite sure what to think of the unicorn. Ever since the experience with Tapi, Ty had become quite wary of other Chaneliers. It didn’t make sense for Ty why someone like Famosity would even consider Ty a favourite. But if there was one thing the Satyr had learned was not to question too many things, because when one does that, who knows what will happen.
Tyronica had learned from her experience with Tapi. The leader had been very convincing in silencing her. As the frozen creature walked through the long tunnels that connected different areas of the cult together, she couldn’t help but wince whenever her cloak came in contact with the wrapped up arm she held underneath. The burns took a long time to heal, having such a cold skin doesn’t help your healing process even though she is a mythical creature. The dark grey piece of clothing wasn’t in a much better state than Ty. The piece of clothing was adorned with new tears and scorch marks. Whenever Ty put on the cloak she was reminded of what happened and Ty had to make sure to keep her research more of a secret and not ask too many questions.
After a longer walk Ty finally arrived at a large door, the entrance seemed to represent Famosity’s personality well, as it was adorned with beautiful carved scenes of unicorns and nature images. Ty couldn’t help but look a bit in awe, green eyes wide underneath the dark of her hood. Her gloved hand reached out and she knocked on the wood, leaving a small mark of ice on the carvings and she nervously shifted on her feet as she waited for the door to open. Her mind was racing, why would Famosity call her out like that? What would she need? Was she mad as well? Was she going to punish Ty as well, oh god.. what was she supposed to do?! Ty started to breath more heavily and a feeling a dread filled the pit of her stomach and she started to bite her lip subconsciously.
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Post by Famosity on May 8, 2015 18:11:06 GMT -5
Famosity stood up straight at the sound of knocking. Her ears perked forward as she processed that her guest was finally here. The knock sounded soft. She wondered if the little satyr was nervous. After what Tapi did to her, it was highly understandable. Famosity, though also damaged by Tapi, wasn't at all skittish around her. Of course, she was a Chandelier as well. Despite Tapi being leader, the horse knew she had to be intimidated by her. Why else would Tapi and Problem both jump to extinguish her flame if they weren't? This little snackrifice had many reasons to be afraid though. Ty also would be smart to fear Famosity. Being claimed by a Chandelier didn't always mean well. Sometimes it could be compared to a hunter stalking it's prey. Famosity hoped for at least a little trust from the satyr. Maintaining her regal aura, she held her head high to call out, "Come in." She stood in the middle of the room, unmoving, ears still perked forwards and eyes not leaving the door.
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 8, 2015 18:25:45 GMT -5
By this time Ty was fidgeting and fumbling with her hands. The flames around her horns were flaring up inconsistently and around her on the floor had grown a frozen patch. Whenever she was nervous or emotionally unstable it was always so difficult to control the cold that inhabited her body. What was the plan though?! Was she supposed to just walk in with her axe on her back, how should she even greet the unicorn?! She knew that Famosity was quite powerful and enjoyed to be admired and Ty had to admit that even though in the state that Famosity was in now, she was still magnificent to look at. She would just be humble and do her best not to offend the other. That would be the last thing she wanted. The Satyr wasn’t even sure what would happen if she were to offend the other.. Death… most likely she wouldn’t be around for long..
A shudder made its way down Ty’s spine and she jumped when she heard a smooth voice ringing from inside. Taking a hold of the handle she twisted it and pulled the large door open and stepped inside. Her form ridged and not sure how to stand and act around the leader that claimed her. Turning to close the door she cursed at how she kept leaving cold marks on the metal and wood of the door. Slowly turning around she was met with the sight of the ‘war’ horse some called her. Gulping she bowed slowly “You requested my presence, Famosity?” she slowly asked and in her mind she was praying to every god in the world that she did the right thing. She still had so many things to do, figure out the cult being on top of that list. She knew some had seen her notes and lately she was even more cautious of whose eyes were looking along as she wrote in the archives of the cult. Ty looked up, the flames on her pale horns flared up a bit and for a moment green eyes were lit up underneath the hood, eyes that held a look of fear and awe.
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Post by Famosity on May 8, 2015 18:46:53 GMT -5
The unicorn said nothing at first, but if her skeletal features could show it, she'd be smiling. She appreciated the way the frozen creature acted around her. There was an appropriate amount of respect and fear. She allowed herself a soft laugh that was more of a quiet nicker. "That I did," Famosity finally said. She tossed her head back a bit in a gesture that cold be read as a 'come closer'. The unicorn lowered her head slightly to try appearing more inviting, but a zombie horse could only be a little bit so. This form was much more intimidating than her previous. Sometimes it was a blessing as she could seem more commanding, but other times, such as now, appearing docile was harder than it seemed. She regarding the scorch marks that streaked across parts of the satyr's outfit. The distinct smell of burning was also lingering faintly on the snack mixed with the natural sharpness of the cold, telling her she probably was still healing. Twitching her ears in thought, her eyes wandered to the arm under the cloak. It took all of her self control to not stomp her hoof and snort at the thought of Tapi scarring HER claim. "Tapi did a number on you, didn't she?" The unicorn commented calmly. "How's it treating you? Being burned?"
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 8, 2015 19:26:26 GMT -5
The Satyr wasn’t completely sure what to do with herself. Should she take off her hood? She didn’t really like it, but it seemed like one of the better things to do. Both her hand reached up, revealing a bandaged up arm. She took the hood and moved it down, revealing her face, and a messy head of curls on top of it. On the side of Ty’s face were some more bandages covering the burns inflicted by the leader. Self-consciously she shot away some icicles which had formed on her horns. Green eyes widened at the sudden voice which broke the silence. “Y-Yes..” ty quickly stuttered out and moved closer. Tyronica moves slow and cautious and she made sure to keep an eye on Famosity, even though she did not maintain eye contact with the Chandelier.
Ty wasn’t sure how close Famosity wanted her, so she stopped at a rather comfortable distance and the Satyr did her best not to emit the cold like she normally did. Her mind started to wander again, thinking of the possible reasons the unicorn would want her here. Could it be concern? Ty had to hold herself from snorting, yeah right. As if that would happen. She basically was property of the other. Why would the other care so much. Famosity’s words only made Ty gape at her for a moment. “W-Wha..Oh.. “ she stammered out and she quickly took a hold of the cloak that covered her arm, she gently moved it away and raised the arm to show the bandages. “S-She did yes. But it was my own fault!” Ty quickly said and she looked away. “I shouldn’t have asked so many questions. I didn’t stop and thus..” the words got stuck in her throat and shuddered at the memories of Tapi’s wrath. It had been awful and Ty had the biggest trouble getting back home, the heat of the flames had done a huge number on her and healing such wounds were hard for a body like hers
Slowly green eyes met up with the glowing ones of the unicorn and Ty cocked her head in slight confusion. Famosity seemed irritated, the way her tail moved and she noticed how the liquid leaked out a bit more from the unicorn’s body. “I-I.. The wounds are healing slow..” she said and emphasized the point of wincing as she moved her right arm a bit too fast. “As my body is cold as it is.. burns are very difficult to heal. But I manage, I asked Prince for some powders to help me, which wasn’t easy to obtain.” Ty’s eyebrows knitted together in a frown and she looked back at Famosity and she gave a small smile. “Thank you for your concern” Tyronica said and bowed her head again.
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Post by Famosity on May 8, 2015 20:15:58 GMT -5
Looking over the arm presented to her, Famosity backed her ears. The satyr seemed to quickly accept the blame for being punished by Tapi. She knew Ty must be as scared as most were of the cult’s leader. More than anything, Famosity was bitter about Tapi even thinking to touch what wasn’t hers. Flicking her tail, the horse continued examining the wounds as Ty explained why they were healing so slowly. It made perfect sense. This creature wasn’t meant to be around fire anyway. As the satyr thanked her, her ears perked up before returning her gaze the Ty’s face to see her bow her head. Finding a specific healing powder for burns would probably do better, but trust was what the horse needed from the other. Any chance she could get to show Ty she was capable of compassion, she’d take it. With Tapi going after the poor thing with fire, this contrast of being gentler shouldn’t be too hard to maintain.
Looking back down at the arm, the unicorn stepped forward and lightly touched it with her muzzle to guide it more in front of Ty. The cold from the satyr didn’t faze her at all due to just being a skull. She leaned her head over the bandaged limb and opened her mouth, some of the blue liquid slowly fell onto it. Gross. It was a whole lot more classy back when her healing powers still manifested in her horn. Nevertheless, she watched the liquid seep through and stain the bandages. Stepping back to give Ty some space again, the unicorn watched for her reaction. Her healing agent repaired her body from tons of damage, granted it was very weak, but it could sustain her. It could handle small jobs like healing cuts and small wounds on others, and even aiding in pain and allowing the healing time to decrease on larger wounds such as broken limbs. She wasn’t all too sure how it’d exactly affect the satyr, but it definitely wouldn’t hurt. “How does that feel?” She asked raising her head back up high. “Should help clear some of it up. May want to try putting some on your other wounds too.”
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 10, 2015 11:23:02 GMT -5
The memory of Prince having a way too high price for the powders filled Ty’s brain and the frown on her face deepened. It always seemed the higher ups were up to something. They had their own agenda and one day she would figure out what it all meant. Blinking for a moment the Satyr looked at her arm and she then looked back at one of said leaders and she suddenly snapping back to reality, her brain immediately signalling about the danger of the situation.
Ty couldn’t help but flinch when she felt the bones press against her wounded arm and the flames on her horns flared up, making her body temperature spike lower. “Y-You shouldn’t touch me.. You might freeze..” she weakly said. Cautiously she held out her arm, following the directions Famosity gave her. “R-Really I mean, I am o—EEK!” she squeaked when the strange liquid oozed on her arm and she clasped a hand around her mouth to keep herself from making more noises. The liquid felt warm was it dribbled over the bandages and soaked the white cloth. A shudder ran down her spine at the slimy feeling of the liquid, though suddenly Ty could feel the liquid seep into her skin and it felt as if it the skin was being pulled together, slowly.
The Satyr scrunched up her nose in a confused expression and looked up, green eyes meeting the glowing blue ones. Tyronica stiffened and looked down at her arm, the skin still felt as if it was being pulled and she slowly started to unravel the bandages. “It feels odd. As if my skin… is..” she stopped when she looked at her arm, the large burns were almost gone, leaving thin white lines along her blueish skin. She slowly traced the lines seeing her gloved hand become a bit slick with the liquid. She looked up in awe at Famosity. “H-How? Wait.. isn’t this the healing liquid that you secrete?” Ty asked, suddenly remembering the lost pages she had seen in the cult archives. Slowly Ty pried off the other bandage she had on her cheek and she winced at the tender wound. She took the soaked bandages and she carefully dapped it on, hissing at the stick at first. Her eyes were on the unicorn in front of her and she felt a bit more relaxed, though now a bit more confused. “Don’t you need this?” she couldn’t help but blurt out in a form of concern.
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Post by Famosity on May 10, 2015 20:48:48 GMT -5
“Need it?” Famosity nickered out a laugh again. “Darling, I can’t run out.” She looked back to examine herself as if showing off how the liquid fell from small scratches in her neck and even more oozed from her exposed rib cage under her cloak. “Fun fact, I’m not technically a ‘zombie’ like the others say. This body is set in a constant state of decay, not because of zombification, but because I’m literally always dying,” The unicorn explained. “This stuff sustains and holds me together enough to keep me around. Unicorns can’t die as easily as you’d think. All that natural healing magic that I had before is now redirected into this.” Making a disgusted noise as a trail dripped from her muzzle and onto the floor, the horse would’ve grimaced if she had the ability to, but only was able to back her ears in displeasure. The healing agent was the only thing keeping her body functional, but she’d never not find it terribly gross. Regarding the little satyr in front of her, she knew talking about these things interested Ty. The little thing was always scurrying around, trying to learn the inner workings of the cult. Exactly what the unicorn needed.
“I’m glad it’s helping you just as much as it helps me. In fact, it seems to be working perfectly,” Famosity continued, perking her ears up and leaning a bit forward to see the wounds seemingly stitching themselves back together. “If my magic was at full capacity, not a trace of the burns would’ve been left, but sadly this form can only manage so much,” she finished, making a point to look at the lantern glowing softly at the tip of her horn. If her soul flame was free, she would be back to normal within minutes as her power would return to normal levels.
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 12, 2015 8:37:12 GMT -5
Steadily the strange liquid was absorbed in Ty’s skin. The satyr kept softly pressing the soaked bandages against the burn on her cheek. Tapi hadn’t been kind to her, the brun were severe, the skin scorched and damaged. Green eyes widened and then slowly closed when the strange sensation pulled at her skin again. It was if the ragged skin was being pulled and stretched and was again, attached to eachother. The sensation wasn’t pleasant, but it was over rather soon and Ty look down at her arm, which was now fully healed and larger burn scars marred the skin.
Running a gloved hand over the skin and frowned lightly and then brought the hand up to her cheek which somehow felt the same. Sure the gloves took away some sensation, but Ty’s fingers didn’t have much feeling to begin with. The tenderness and pain were gone and the Satyr couldn’t help but feel quite astounded by the effect. She had never done deep research on unicorns. She had heard of the fact they were immortal and that they possessed a lot of magic.
Hearing famosity mention the fact she could have done better made Ty snap out of her musings for a moment “T-This is just fine! Really I mean it probably would have healed even messier if you didn’t help me!” she quickly stuttered out. Moss green looked into the Unicorn’s blue eyes with a look of awe.
She had heard of the stories on how Famosity became how she was now. But actually hearing it in first person, made it quite special. It also made the small Satyr wonder how old the unicorn is. Many questions filled her mind, how did it happen, how did she still manage to walk around so much, how could she fix this state.
The last question remained in her mind as she continued to look the other over. Her eyes rested on the small lantern that dangled on a string around the horn and she raised a brow. Tyronica’s hands itched to touch the small lantern and she gave Famosity one look in the eyes and then reached out, “your powers are locked in here right?” she slowly asked and her fingers softly touched it, no markings of ice form and she felt the warmth from the flame and she took her hand back a bit. The blue light danced in her eyes and she looked at it, mesmerized. “I heard Tapi and Problem did this. I heard the stories, but… I never imagined they would actually try and… kill.. someone” she said and took her hand back. “How did you.. survive?” she asked. The little faun knew she was asking many questions, but she couldn’t help her curious soul
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Post by Famosity on May 20, 2015 3:14:06 GMT -5
Famosity allowed the satyr to examine her lantern. It wouldn’t be the last time if things went her way. Exhaling heavily, the unicorn nodded her head. “Sadly. Just like everyone else here, my soul was converted into the fire, and now it’s…” She didn’t have to finish her sentence. She knew Ty understood the situation perfectly.
Letting out a small laugh, Famosity looked straight at Ty. “You obviously don’t know Tapi and Problem as well as you think,” She commented. This was no surprise. Not many knew any truths to any of the leaders. Most was speculation and rumors. “I survived because I’m me,” the unicorn answered bluntly. “I’m a unicorn, well, what’s left of one. Very pretentious of them to attempt challenging me. They both should’ve died instead.” There was no remorse or bitterness in her voice. It was honestly just how it should’ve been. It’d been so many years since her ‘death’, but it confused the unicorn every day. “You see? Unicorns aren’t meant to be killed as long as they are wild in their forests. I am exactly that. When my soul was made into a flame, it became a way to trap me without taming me. Oh yes, they meant to kill me in the moment, but what they got was so much better,” She finished, her voice faltering halfway through. To be honest, Famosity hated admitting to being trapped. Ty needed to know though. If this little satyr was going to be her key, she needed to know about the lock. The unicorn was nothing more than a prisoner and Ty needed to understand that. Whether she chose to believe it was her own decision.
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 22, 2015 17:46:13 GMT -5
Tyronica couldn’t help but reach out again and actually take a hold of the small lantern. She made sure took keep tabs on Famosity as she examined the small container. It baffled Ty that a soul like hers could be contained in such a small form. The warmth of the flame started to seep through thin fabric of her gloves, almost hurting the skin on her hands. Ty held on to the small lantern and bit her lip a bit as she furrowed her brows in concentration. Slowly she started to trace the engravings with her finger and the gleam of the flame reflected in her eyes.
Her eyes shot to Famosity and Ty quickly nodded and let go of the lantern and took a step back. “I know the story for a part, but I always think it’s all a matter of perspective.” The Satyr said softly and rubbed her now healed arm, feeling the creases and shapes of the scars. At the mention of Tapi’s name Ty had to suppress a shudder. “Well the leaders of the cult always seem to be quite mysterious and to be honest… They scare me” she said, whispering the last part and looking away for a moment.
The small Faun couldn’t help but snort a bit at the remark the unicorn made. If there was something she didn’t lack of, it would be self-confidence. Ty looked at her feet for a moment and noticed the larger ice patch growing around her hooves. She squeaked a bit and quickly stepped to the side and then started listening again. The stories always had fascinated Ty. Though sadly the stories always seemed to be incomplete.
The Satyr couldn’t help but frown at the story the undead unicorn told her. They had managed to trap a unicorn like this. It was very much unheard of and it made Ty wonder on how Tapi had done it with her. The day Tyronica had joined the cult was very vague in her memories and she wondered how that happened. Though she did remember seeing Famosity in the woods a certain night and she had followed the other, though everything after that was blur. “Why are you telling me all of this, if I may ask of course?” she carefully formulated.
The question had rolled out without much thought and she couldn’t help but wonder why Famosity was suddenly so willing to share information with her about, what seemed to be a rather sensitive subject. All of the other leaders and even Votives were extremely vague in their answers to her questions and it has been irking her for years. Ty’s eyes widened a bit, what if Famosity was simply playing a little game with her. Sure the leaders tell her things, but it didn’t have to be true, though would the unicorn really have a reason to lie to her about this? By the expressions the other was given she did seem genuine.
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Post by Famosity on Aug 11, 2015 23:57:15 GMT -5
The unicorn noticed the satyr’s presence freezing her floor. She took it as a sign that Ty was still quite nervous. Famosity ignored it as she expected the little being had no control over it. Despite the creature before her still being unsure, she knew that doubt was planted. Ty was afraid of the leaders. Famosity could only hope that her display of compassion came across as such. Hopefully, the unicorn would be the only authority figure the satyr would happily trust.
“I’m telling you because,” Famosity paused for a second to look at the door, it was still closed and her ears didn’t pick up any noise. “They have made a mistake, taking me. I am not for them. None of this is for them.” Her head moved as if to gesture all around. If the unicorn could escape the lantern, she could take all this back. Everything. The horse made sure to dangle the lantern out a bit as to really hint at what she was inevitably wanting, but didn’t want to outright say it.
The horse started walking around the satyr, heading towards a large mirror on the wall. “You must know what needs to be done. You know me,” She stated still calmly, looking at Ty in the reflection of the mirror. The unicorn knew how Ty looked at her. The other cult members treated her as she should be within the cult, Ty treated her as what she truly is. There was no mistake the creature felt a deep fascination with the unicorn. She’d followed her into the cult after all, before her soul was taken. The unicorn sensed it from the start and knew that the satyr was a chance. She just had to hope Ty understood her warning about who rightfully belonged and who didn’t. “It’s mine.”
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