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    Ishsa Nestra

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    Within the Wood there was no right or wrong. Within the Wood, there was no judgment. The whole of nature embraced life as well as death; the dance of opposites and cycles. As nature lived so lived the Fae, Ishsa Nestra for she lived without condemnation or displeasure at the occurrences that transpired around her. Simply, she drew breath and lived according to her spirit, one within the Park and her Circle. Depending upon her mood and the nature of the creatures that visited, Ishsa watched the incidents that occurred around her, like a predator or a prey animal. Sometimes she was frightened and hid huddled near to earth, at other times she almost flew into the fray with wings that beat in a flurry of exhilaration. In either case, Ishsa's dark eyes shone with fascination. The Fae watched all equally, love-making and robberies, drunken brawls and grisly murders. There was no judgment, only brilliant wonder at the temperament of Man and Beast.

     

    The Fae also had discovered a number of bodies over the years, discarded as easily as picnic trash, within the almost thousand acres of Central Park. Upon her knees she knelt next to the decomposed dead and quietly inhaled the odors of decay. Lifting great armfuls of leaves, she let them loose to feather-fall atop the pale and lifeless beings, for their demise meant life to many creatures in return. Other times she danced through the thicket and made impromptu Circles, weaved for the spirits of the departed. But sometimes on the darkest nights, Ishsa was bored beyond measure with the quiet repose of the deceased and then she would not even glance their way.

     

    For eight years the confines of the Park held the Fae safe and without the notice of the more violent creatures of the World. The Wood was hers, she thought, even as others lived and belonged there. But in the Fae's quick mind, it was hers alone - because she was made of the Wood and so in turn, the Wood was in her and she in it. It was Cycle and Circle. Nourished and grounded - they were the same! Even so, when it was time for her first foray out of the Park, it was not done with conscious decision. It was simply an action like any other, made instantly and without long or lengthy thought. One minute she was deep within the Park and the next it seemed, she was at its edge. The border wall loomed before her and like a fair and colored moth she flitted from the darkened foliage into magical moonlight towards the low, stone entrance wall. The hour was late, but what did that matter to one such as Ishsa? It was quieter when the moon smiled down and Humans, as a rule were not as prevalent then, unless they were doing something in the dark... something worthwhile for a Fae to discover. Gossamer wings quivered suddenly, while moonlight played across the intricate webbing.

     

    With the first delicate step out of the Park, Ishsa allowed Glamour to hide her wings. The sound of small, chiming bells tinkled around her, but the little noise did not carry far into the night. She appeared to be a Human, which always pleased Ishsa, who began to look about, a cunning glance to her gaze. There were Humans here, just a short distance away; tonight she would be one of them! She would pretend! It was a lovely game! It was her favorite game... the game in which no one else knew they were playing. Sometimes, Humans were crafty and figured it out, but sometimes they didn't. A low purr rumbled deep in the Fae's throat. Oh! The look of surprise upon their faces when they did find out! A beautiful smile lit her face to think upon it and she walked along the outer wall of the Park. She kept the dark edge in sight at first, but restraint began to fade. Across the street were the high-end shops filled with colorful accruements and stylized mannequins. And between them was the traffic that never slowed and raced past at a hurried pace. In contrast, the Fae stepped lightly and slowly upon the cobblestones; vigilance resided in her graceful feet. Ishsa sniffed the air... dirt, concrete, hotdogs, the slow burn of neon, gas and urine. And always - the leftover smell of densely packed Human bodies. How she loved this! Loved them all! The girl danced ahead, paid no mind to the cross walk, DO NOT CROSS sign, and was almost run over. A few passing cars honked angrily, but were gone before the Fae could properly respond to the unprovoked, emotional assault upon her. But! She was outside the Park - anything could happen here! Anything could be--

     

    And slowly the thought dawned upon Ishsa then... she needed a playmate and not just anyone would do. She wanted someone special. No one so dull and serious! Her eyes lit up, as her mind immediately shifted and changed. Yes! Yes! Someone serious, someone that didn't know how to play! But needed to... whether or not they thought so. An excited trill of joy rose within the Fae. In a slow and joyful circle, Ishsa turned and her white, thin shift of a dress billowed out around her. And because she was a helpful Fae, she began to search for the perfect prey.

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    This was an odd occurrence, wasn't it? Towen was sitting across from a woman he'd intended to kill next week. He'd been to this little hot dog stand dozens of times since it had opened a year ago. Chili cheese dog and a coke. The ultimate drunk food for those who did not drink. There were little picnic tables nearby and Towen had staked his claim to one. Eleanor Bennet just so happened to have visited the same stand this night, and was sitting at a table across from Towen. She was an ARMA mage-combat capable, but with a specialty in golemancy for research and construction of technical components.

     

    He'd keep an eye on her, but she still had a few days to live, according to his plans. No sense in humanizing this unholy creature. He didn't consider himself human either. Towen was reminded of a certain Ishvalan from an animated show he'd watched long ago. Scar knew alchemy was unacceptable, so he wielded it in his own way to bring down those who worshipped a false god. That was to be Towen's role.

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    With a lilt in her step and bare feet that softly pressed against the pavement, Ishsa made her way down the dimly lit street. The white dress flowed against her skin and the night breeze touched cool upon her face. The Fae’s smile shone, but like an apparition, she was hidden in the darkness and no one saw the expression. Ahead, the light of the hot dog stand glowed warmly yellow about the tables and the few customers that were still left at that late hour. Ishsa could see each person illuminated in the little circle of light, while she stood still in shadow. Quietly searching, her gaze rested briefly upon each of the Humans that sat before her. From one to the next, her gaze flitted, ever moving onward to the next table. None held her interest! No one! It was a huge disappointment! One woman almost garnered the Fae’s attention, but upon closer inspection, she proved to be inconsequential and could not hold Ishsa’s fascination for more than a moment. There was a man that sat across from the woman, but he appeared too dull and Ishsa’s glance bypassed him as well. The others had nothing she wanted! The Fae growled a low sound beneath her breath in frustration and almost stomped her foot in a petty tantrum. Her fun had been thwarted before it had even begun! White brows knit together and the Fae’s thoughts began to darken. The perceived insult to her merriment deserved some form of retribution…

     

    There was a price for toying with her fancies! More closely the Fae looked upon those in the food circle. Who would be the one to pay? With renewed interest the Fae daintily took a step forward, and then stopped. Her eyes lay upon the larger man. He was tall, his hair brown. Beneath his clothes he looked to be well-muscled - like a Woodsman, the Fae thought. A Woodsman, with a sword, large and broad upon his back, the thought made her pause. She had never seen a Woodsman within the Park before. Why was he here? The Fae frowned, she did not as a rule like weapons that mauled and battered. Ishsa sniffed the air, but the odor of overcooked hotdogs and condiments overwhelmed all else. Wrinkling her sensitive nose, she wondered if his blade was cast of iron. She did not know.

     

    But then she wondered, perhaps the man was a Hunter instead? Ishsa backed into the stone wall unconsciously as she tried to think. He was a large man, why was there need for such a large weapon? Unless… unless… he hunted trouble? Or drew trouble to himself? Slowly, a wicked smile crossed the Fae’s features. This man held secrets! Yet there was nothing distinct about him, no discerning features. He was ordinary. Her eyes flitted back to his sword, interest awakened now. Why was he here? He didn’t look outward as if to meet someone. And his eyes held no emotion, not as if he waited for a lover or an enemy. He simply gazed into space. The Fae cocked her head and ran her fingers along the wall behind her, touching and tracing the rough stone. She could not comprehend such lack of emotion. This man was a stoic! He was an anomaly to her very nature! The Fae nearly clapped her hands and gave away her hiding place. She would follow him and discover his secrets! And perhaps also find if there lurked hidden emotions within him that might be coaxed outward in a wild display.

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    • 1 month later...

    Crack. Fizz. Hiss. Splat.

     

    [Towen]Crap.[/towen]

     

    It was an uninspired statement. Emotion made up very little of it. The topping of his hot dog had partially succumbed to gravity and the cheesy mixture of meat and beans splattered on the table. He'd opened his drink with his hot dog hand.

     

    A soft grumble was the only indication of Towen's dissatisfaction. The man wiped off the table with a napkin, having set his dog down once more. He really needed to remember not to think while eating.

     

    Partial-Chili dog was recovered and rapidly consumed. Towen finished up and wiped his mouth with a remaining napkin before standing. Dull ache in his spine reminded the hulking man to crack his back. As Towen's body turned, he noticed an oddity in the mana field. There should have been only himself and one mage around. Something unworldly was here. Eh, there were always fae in the woods.

     

    The reluctant mage shrugged and trudged slowly out of the circle of lights. Tonight was a night for a long walk, perhaps. [Towen]Heh. Hehehe.[/towen] He remembered a silly video from before the world had been rent by a cataclysm from above. Things had been so simple then.

     

    That oddity was still there. Was it following him? He actually quite liked the crossers. They were true to themselves. Elves were elves, fae were fae, and dragons were actually pretty cool. At least the one he knew was a nice enough guy.

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    • 4 weeks later...

    The man ate, one bite and then another. From hand to mouth, from hand to mouth the food went. A splatter fell onto the table. Ishsa watched all before her gazed lifted to his face once more. The man consumed the food so quickly, like a carnivore or a predator with swift, gulping bites. From the darkened leaf-shaped shadows by the wall, the Fae wondered what drove this man.

    The food did not smell appetizing. It did not smell of Real, but of Chemical. To the Fae, it was not proper sustenance, it was not natural or green, nor was it provided from Earthen plants. She deemed it foul! For the slight amount she ate was provided from Wood and Field, or Lake or Stream. It took little to sustain her. But all in that circle of light, they all ate the same; at each table the foulness was consumed. At the concession stand another Human received more in hand and there, the exchange of money transpired. Money. She had not thought of that in a long, long while. Dirty paper and tarnished coins… those were worthless now to her. Ishsa had become an outsider to the world she once knew.

    But he was ready! He stood and the Fae’s heart beat in rapid bursts. Where would he go? Whom would he meet? The Fae would know all this and more! She trembled, and the anticipated diversion coursed through her thoughts. Adventure beckoned! The man would lead, though he knew it not.

    Surprisingly he turned towards her and the Fae melted into shadow, frozen and fearful that she had been seen. Did he know after all? For if he had, the Game would be ruined before it had begun! Ishsa’s eyes glowed with the uncontained mirth of deception. But the man walked away and the Fae smiled to herself, a small self-satisfied smile. He had not seen! He did not know! And as he left the circle of light, Ishsa watched the sword as it shifted upon his back. She waited a moment, then two. She would have waited three, but exuberance could be denied no longer. Scampering after him, silent as death she skirted the wall, at times within the brush, or around small saplings that had grown too near, as the Hunter led the way.
     

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