Foolish creatures ye be.

Tia don't miss de mortal wishes 'n spells. She don't miss de others o'er home, de others dat reign wit' her.

She only miss dat what she is.

An' she en't venturin' out again t'day.

[A very -different- male voice, but the same mystic accent]
Enough, e'nuff t'be trapped wit'in SKIN, an' now trapped wit'in two...

Pox 'n hell on dis city, pox 'n hell 'pon dis body...

Where be Tia, an' where be her face an' hands...?

[ooc: So pissed. Strikes are in an indistinguishable language.]

...Hmmmmm....

[ooc: Veeery affected, high priestess.]

[a soft, melancholy sound, her music box]

...B'cause she loved him...Odysseus, a hero, de last of his time. Calypso loved him, an' promised him treasures beyond de eyes an' ears of men.

De pain he bring her when he left Gozo, it tainted her heart. Men were ne'er trusted by de Goddess o'de seas again. An' when he came...she needed, need to -test- his ( Read more... )

Wicked blood, wicked bruised and boiled flesh!!

Keep thy life, a trade for a trade, keep thy life, trade for a trade with me...

I can clear the ashes from thy skin...

Aye, Tia been keepin' so busy...she like de pace. It make her feel at home.

Yuuji, dahlin', she hope ye been keepin' down her food. It be good for ye little pretty. And ye be careful...t'night. Hn? She be keepin' an eye on ye, jus' incase.

Bane, ye bettah stay on ye feet fo' awhile. A love wit' child need him bed, mm? She hope ye stay unbloodied fo' ( Read more... )