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The statue's bitter tongue is no match for the bitterness of the people it haunts.

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

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Postby Zlakalia on October 14th, 2011, 9:39 am

(38th of Fall, 511AV)
The day was growing dimmer. Long shadows from buildings danced on the streets together, seeming to shake and quiver and change with the very streets while your eyes weren't quite focused on them. The buildings themselves were probably delighted with the dance, looming over them with doors turned up like dumbfounded grins to the movement at their feet. Silent lumbering fools.

Zlakalia sat before the kneeling knee of the statue, her own legs dangling off the statue base. The granite and looming form behind her was almost comforting, were it not for some of its retorts. But it was the relaxing company she came for, the times when the conversation was good and the people ignorant or bitter. She hoped another would come soon. Perhaps she'd make her own reaction this time.

Zlakalia's cloak was loose on her shoulders, revealing her face and most of her body anyway. Hardly doing a job of hiding her tiny form, but so few people glanced towards the glowing red eyes far above to make out something so small far below. That was alright, they needn't not see her for her to listen to their bare sins.

Her long fingers clicked against the stone she sat one, each one making a tiny noise as she looked down the changing alleys. Kali loved the way the city seemed to change whenever you weren't looking right at it, the way houses and big looming things suddenly existed where moments ago none did. It was great. Now she just needed to-

"You're a controlling conniving little girl who needs to grow up and face reality." The statue jarred Kali from her thoughts, another attempt at a personal insult. It seems the pile of pebbles hadn't quite found what insults would be effective, still used the petty ones that would only affect a weaker soul than she. After all, Zlakalia was chosen by the gods! One stupid piece of amateur machinery wouldn't stop her with a few ill-words.

"Oh, shadup you big stone lummox. Pick on someone who'll care." Zlakalia was... less than polite. It was almost fun breaking her normal cordial attitude for one of care-free malice. Still, she kept her voice a little lower, as to not scare off the few sheep who dared test their patience with some time around the statue and herself.

A older woman in a faded dress began walking by. Her greying hair looked frayed and messy and her eyes held a blank stare at the ground as she moved along. Zlakalia sighed merrily and looked expectantly to the statue, hoping for a response. And just as she did so the statue roared to life again, spitting more of its delicious poison into the air.

"You'll get caught and the stuff returned. You're not nearly as sneaky now that you're getting old." The practically decrepit corpse of a lady peered for a moment, her hazel eyes shining with the soon-to-be sunset as well as with the horror of the statement. "I-I beg your pardon?" Zlakalia continued her sick smile even as the insulted woman shuffled off.
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Postby Laute on October 19th, 2011, 3:18 pm

Night was approaching. Shadows lengthened in the dying light, walls growing angled and deep. Fewer people thread the streets now, the cool fall air hurrying them on their way. The cobbled streets were slowly shifting, ready to make a new pattern tomorrow. His eyes, well adapted to the dark, saw clearly within the darkness. As he watched, one store merged with a small inn, before disappearing entirely.

It had been a while since he had traveled at night. In the world of men, it was day that ruled all. Cities may be astir at night, but never truly active.

The opposite could be said of him. For once, he felt at ease. The crowds had disappeared, the air cool. His fur ruffled slightly and looking up, he could see the pale shadow of the moon, waiting to emerge. It was this time of day he was intimate with.

Aditi walked behind him, yawning. Her cloak was drawn around her, hood covering her head, in an effort to protect her from the northern winds. Back slightly hunched over, she moved wearily, almost at a crawl, down the street. Frowning, he watched her for a moment. Perhaps he had overworked her today.

As he slowed slightly to accommodate her pace, he heard a gravelly voice. "Pathetic. As though you can run away from your ghosts when you're carrying them." A pause. "No, you're feeding them and taking care of them! Why don't you just tuck her in while you're at it?"

With a snarl, he turned to face the person who said it, but there was no one behind him. He hadn't heard anyone either, and no one could approach him that easily, without his notice.

"Those eyes of yours seem so useless now." It was only a statue he saw, red eyes glowing in the dim light. It was only a statue and he managed to catch its mouth moving at the end.

A talking statue. His fury calmed slightly as his curiosity rose. How strange. Approaching it, he began to examine the granite piece.
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Postby Zlakalia on October 19th, 2011, 5:10 pm

As the streets got ever darker Zlakalia continued to relax. The day hours had been spent on training, working, trying to better herself. A busy day, like many others, but a good day spent training. She could at least be content knowing that she was getting more powerful.

"Pathetic. As though you can run away from your ghosts when you're carrying them. No, you're feeding them and taking care of them! Why don't you just tuck her in while you're at it?"

Zlakalia glanced up at the statue, listening to the words. She wondered what sort of person these sins belongs to. Zlakalia glanced around the bare streets, almost not seeing the Zith and his slave girl at first until they began to approach.

Zlakalia's eyes were wide.

The winged form of the dark-furred being was completely foreign to her. She'd never seen a beast like this, this furry thing in front of her. It looked humanoid, and Zlakalia didn't realize at first that the cloak it wore were its wings. Still the furry thing was fascinating, a new creature she'd never seen. Zlakalia stayed quiet for a moment, hoping to look perhaps like a discarded doll rather than a person.

Zlakalia glanced at the girl behind, a human. The girl followed the Zith without question, eyes down-turned. She carried herself solemnly. Zlakalia was curious to the nature of their relationship. 'Surely this girl was the ghost the statue spoke of. But what was the nature of things between them?' She considered talking to the thing, figuring out what kind of thing had fur like the Akalak's skin. This had to be on purpose. How did he play into her plans?

The statue above betrayed her presence with words directed towards her, though she hoped the furry thing would mistake the words to be focused at another. "Oh, you're playing dumb now. I don't think you're just playing though." A thin vein of rage bled through her mind, like lightning. Zlakalia wanted to stand and throw something at the statue, but she tried to push teh anger down, control it. She still stayed frozen.
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Postby Laute on October 20th, 2011, 2:46 am

Shifting his wings slightly, he moved an arm up to touch the stone. Firm and solid, though rough from the wearing of time. The once fine details were no longer smooth, some disappearing entirely. The face was the only intricate detail, the body rather plain in comparison.

An ordinary statue, made with little skill. The speaking was the obvious draw, then.

"Oh, you're playing dumb now.I don't think you're just playing though."

Those words were not directed at him. This statue was able to read people and nothing in Laute's actions reflected the meaning of those words. Glancing back at Aditi, he considered her. The words could fit, considering how she has been acting recently.

"Still proud of your senses?" The statue mocked. "You can't even find her."

His slave, eyes still downcast, lifted her head slightly at the words. It was enough for her to see the small clay doll that sat at the statue's foot. Mindful of the Zith, she cautiously approached it, the small mask-like face and tendrils of hair piquing her interest. "Strange," she uttered, her voice low. Perhaps she could keep the doll.

"You need to work on your acting. He can see right through you." She flinched at the words, at the kernel of truth in them. Her hand hovered above the doll as she bit her lip.

Laute gave a soft snort. She hadn't realized? He had overestimated her, thinking her to be more clever than that. Glancing down himself, to where her hand was inching forward, he looked at the doll that lay on the ground. A small thing, it must have been abandoned by a child after a day's play. In the dim light, it was hard to make out the soft oranges that coloured it, the dark cloak blocking his view of its body. Not much large than his hand, it sat there, perfectly still, and utterly unwanted.

Aditi could have it if she desired, it held no interest in him.
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Postby Adareh on October 20th, 2011, 5:09 am

It had only been a few hours since she arrived in the city and already the sun was setting. Shadows that once ranged from light grey to black quickly turned into many dark shades of the same color. It would soon be time to find somewhere to rest for the young Adareh.

Already she had witnessed so many misfortunes since her arrival. Ledges that popped out of nowhere, walls that seemingly jumped in her path only for her to run into them, and buildings that never seemed to be in the same place left her feeling quite puzzled. I wonder…can I really find what I’m looking for here? she wondered as she adjusted the straps of her bag and continued walking on.

She had not yet found a building that looked anything like an inn or tavern. It would have been helpful if she could read and it seemed like many of the city dwellers had already gone in for the night, not that she would have asked for directions anyway.

At long last the road led her to an open square that seemed deserted as far as her eyes could tell. Finally! A stroke of luck! she thought merrily to herself as she almost jumped in the air with her first step.

“Ouch! What the?” she shouted after stumbling backwards. It appeared as if she had run straight into a wall. “When did I get myself into an alley? The square was right there!”

Without a second thought the girl jumped up and reached for the edge of the wall and climbed up to the top. She now stared into the backyard of someone’s home. “But…”the square? she thought feeling defeated as she pulled her waist length hair over her shoulder so it wouldn’t get snagged on anything as she hopped back down from the ledge.

With her head hanging low she walked out of the alley and found her way back to the road and once again she was looking at the empty square from before. First thing tomorrow…I’m leaving this crazy city… she thought as she stared at the square fearing that if she looked away it would be lost, but as she got closer to the square she felt as if a pair of eyes had begun to watch her though she couldn’t tell from where.

She stopped and smelled the air. There were others nearby, but were they the ones watching her? She didn’t know. Instead of walking straight for the statue Adareh decided it would be best to skirt around it and perhaps find a bench. Being as late as it was now she figured whoever might be around was soon to head for an inn and then she could be alone again.

“Afraid of the presence of others before you’ve even spotted them are you? I bet you’re afraid of your own shadow too!” said a voice loudly from a distance.

Adareh froze realizing that the words had to have been directed at her; though after looking around and seeing no one that could have possibly addressed her she thought maybe she had been mistaken.

“I heard you shout a moment ago at that wall you ran into!” claimed the voice, “Are you blind or just too dumb to pay attention?”

If she were in her other form her ears would have been folded back in aggravation. However, rather than giving the addressee the satisfaction of grating her nerves she removed her pack from her shoulders and sat down on the bench next to her belongings.

“I assume you’re just dumb then!” the voice said again. “Who else but an idiot doesn’t answer when their spoken to? Of course perhaps you’re deaf as well as blind!” the voice said before breaking into a string of laughter.

Clenching her fists in the fabric of her dress Adareh tried extra hard to suppress the growl which was caught deep within her throat.
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Postby Zlakalia on October 21st, 2011, 5:54 pm

The statue's words were so curious, the reactions of the big people enjoyable to watch. But it made another snide comment about herself, of so Zlakalia assumed. "You need to work on your acting. He can see right through you." AFTER saying the furry man couldn't even see her! The statue was seriously losing its skills as night came quicker.

As the man reached out to touch the statue Zlakalia stared at his hand, the dark fur that ran along it. The scar upon it was... interesting. Zlakalia wondered if she could reopen that wound, let blood run forth from the thin line again. How it would run and mat in the creature's fur. That would be fun.

The hand that stretched out towards her was annoying. Zlakalia felt a shiver run up her spine, a need to move or get away from the fingers. She kept still for an instant longer, but the strange feeling she had to not to get caught in another set of hands finally made her slide herself back, away from the outstretched digits. Her face distorted into one of rage, her eyes locked onto Aditi's.

Aditi's eyes were... tentative. Scared, almost. But not of her, the eyes were too curious, Perhaps scared of the tall man? Zlakalia didn't see why, his fur didn't look that intimidating. Just interesting. Zlakalia let her face fall back into a friendly grin, her cheeks upturned and bright. The girl didn't need to be scared.

Zlakalia let the same words echo in Aditi's mind, her hypnotism reaching out a little. 'I don't need to be scared of him.' With it she sent a wave of happy emotion, flooding into the little girl in what should seem like a reaction to the idea. Zlakalia kept smiling, wondering how the girl would react. Hopefully she'd find out more about why this girl was afraid.

Zlakalia glanced over as the statue began addressing someone new, trying to find the source. A dark-haired girl was across the stone lobby, trying to look inconspicuous on a bench. Zlakalia didn't want to focus on her right now, not with the tall guy in front of her being so interesting and his little friend being so annoying. Still, Zlakalia would keep her in mind, see if she proved useful.

It was then Zlakalia noticed the thick cloak of the traveler was anything but. The way he moved to touch the statue so close gave her a glimpse of the truth, of the way his wings formed together on his back. Zlakalia's curiosity overcame her will. She stood up, breaking any mask or appearance of being just a doll.

"What are you?" Zlakalia kept her voice child-like as she called up at Laute.
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Postby Laute on October 23rd, 2011, 3:32 am

He heard the girl before he saw her, her cry of pain clear in the night air. Turning his head slightly, he watched the girl as she banged into a wall, the city walls changing around her at a dizzying pace. Confused, she tried to move once more before giving up.

Her smell was...different, not entirely human. A sub-race, then--there was something wild in her. Untamed. Considering her, he watched as she skirted the statue, avoiding him entirely. The statue's words, mocking and derisive, only confirmed his feelings. She was no threat. Watching as she sat down, he made a note of her location should she move again.

Turning back once more, he heard Aditi give surprised gasp. Looking down, he saw her hand still outstretched, frozen in her task. The doll was barely out of her reach, still staring at her with its painted smile and crafted hair. Odd. Why was she not trying to grab it?

As he watched, her face took a more...relaxed look, eyes lighting up slightly as she stared at the doll. Her lips quirked up--a smile? Yes, that was it. A smile. A foreign thing, he hadn't seen one on her before, and the change it gave was astonishing. She looked younger, brighter, a girl he could have passed on the streets. Gone was the dark look and worried eyes that he saw nearly every day without fail, her face no longer in the shadow that was his brother's death.

Just what was his brother to her? Just what was she to him?

It was a question he was afraid to ask.

A small voice, too small for any person, came from below, jarring him from his thoughts. Looking down, at its source, he saw only the doll. It was standing up, staring straight at him.

(It was sitting before, wasn't it? Sitting and staring--)

It was alive, then. Not a doll at all, but a creature. Crouching himself, he looked at the small person, barely visible in the fading light. Small and cocky, she stared defiantly at him, and he allowed himself a brief smile.

Quite brave, despite her size. She was a fascinating find.

"A Zith. What are you?" His voice was deep, quiet and with fur like the night sky, he seemed to blend in with the evening gloom.
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Postby Adareh on November 1st, 2011, 8:36 pm

Adareh relaxed when she realized the people who stood near the statue didn't respond to her. Are they really the ones who said those things? she asked herself as she tried to make out their shapes from the distance. It was hard to really tell with the grey and black shadows all over the place and the two people which she could barely make out seemed to both be wearing cloaks which made things twice as hard. I think...one is a man...and the other a woman... she thought to herself as she judged the two by the difference in their height. She shook her head and turned her attention to her hands in her lap. Even in the dark her skin always looked white. She wondered if it glowed in the eyes of people who could see colors. What should I do after they leave? Should I eat something? Or should I sleep? She sighed softly and looked up towards the sky where the bright moon stood out in the darkness apart from all the shadows it created.

"You're just a coward!" shouted the voice once again, You're afraid of your own shadow to the point you fear it might belong to someone else!"

Adareh looked back towards the statue as her eyebrows immediately scrunched together on her face in anger. Who the hell? She didn't have a good enough view of the people behind the statue to tell without a doubt that they were the ones who addressed her. But who else could it be? she thought as she took another whiff of the air in through her nose to find the source of another presence. There wasn't one to be found. It has to be them... she growled lowly in her throat as the thought danced around in her head.

"Ahhhh....I'm so scared. The kitten's growling at me!" said the voice with deep sarcasm. "What exactly can you do anyway? Are you going to scratch me with your claws? That will hurt you much more than it will me. Of that I can assure you!"

Adareh started stomping towards the statue, making certain that her bare feet hit the stone pavement with enough force to be heard. "I am no coward! I am cautious! But what would you know of that! You don't know me or what I've been through! How could you even guess?" Adareh shouted still a few paces away from the people by the statue.

However, by the time she was near enough to make the shapes of black and grey out clearly she noticed that the two figures were bent over a small doll that stood pointing at them. It wasn't them... she said as she walked back a few paces holding her hands up to make sure they knew she wasn't trying to be threatening towards them. "I...I am sorry..." she stammered her face flushing red with embarrassment. "You are the only people I saw so I assumed...Do you know who said those insulting things?" she said as her voice gradually started to get softer. She didn't even know if they had heard the voice, perhaps it had been some sort of spirit.

"Hahaha, you really thought it was them addressing you didn't you? the voice said through its laughter. You really are an idiot aren't you! I'm still right here! Right in front of your face. I bet you still can't put 2 and 2 together; can you?

This time Adareh looked up at the statue and saw the only hint that it was alive through the quick movement of the statue's mouth. Jumping a foot away from the statue she looked on with shock. A talking statue?
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Postby Zlakalia on November 3rd, 2011, 8:10 pm

Zlakalia glanced up at the statue as it tore open a stream of comments at the short girl who approached. Kitten, claws... The girl screamed out, yelling at them about cowardice and cautiousness and the like. Zlakalia smirked. If there was anything the statue was good at it was giving insight, and Zlakalia liked insight. Insight was just another form of power.

"A zith? I'm a pycon!" Zlakalia smiled at the zith, letting her voice still stayed raised and quiet in a child-like fashion. Her long hands smoothed out her dress, stretching it further and allowing the clay outfit to appear to flutter in an imagined breeze. She gave both the girl and the zith a bright innocent smile. 'Yes, I'm just a doll, I can do you no harm. No harm whatsoever...'

Zlakalia glanced at his wings again, taking in the impressive form of them as they wrapped around the kneeling stranger. She pictured herself with wings, but quickly dismissed the idea. The just weren't intimidating on a foot tall being. Zlakalia sighed. "So what are Zith? From where do you hail?" Zlakalia peered up at the Zith, her eyes widening and looking more child-like.

To the pale girl at his side, "You can pick me up if you want to!" Zlakalia indicated the hand she had tried to outstrech just moments ago. But more than that the words Zlakalia spoke was a suggestion, djed dancing alongside the words to go with the request. She wanted to be higher up, see more of this Zith.

"Hehe, you think you have them fooled? You think you're smart and special and beyond my insults? You are not special! The gods never chose you for anything and you're deluding yourself to believe so!" Zlakalia whipped her face back at the statue, her mouth turned into an angry sneer and her teeth gritted. "Th-that's not true. I-" She stopped herself from speaking further, bit her tongue. No use arguing with the thing, but it had found the nerve it was looking for.

The statue seemed pleased, if it could look that way.
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Postby Laute on November 5th, 2011, 4:58 am

His eyes slid to the right, watching the girl approach without moving his head. From her scent, she was a Kelvic, a feline according to the statue. Agitated and indignant, she was a potential threat. Should she decide to transform, her deadly claws and sharp fangs would make her dangerous opponent. Tense, he remained crouched, ready to pounce.

It was only when the statue spoke once more, his words clear and blunt, that the danger was averted. It stopped her in her tracks, leaving her face red and voice trembling.

Now flustered, she edged away from them. Still ready to spring, he looked on as she turned to face the statue, almost fearful. Her lips parted, her pale skin almost glowing in the bright moonlight. Her eyes were wide, her voice lost in confusion.

She was no threat. Not anymore at least. Not quite a wild cat, a strong feral creature ready to rule the domain. No, she seemed almost cowed now, with only her unnatural grace about her.

Recalling her question, he quietly replied. "It can only insult." By now she had to understand that it was the statue speaking, his old and croaking voice giving a steady stream of insults.

Returning his focus to the doll, he stared at her smile in distrust. Her smell remained a constant, clay and earth. No emotions mixed with it, no scents of fear or joy. Just earth and clay and the fires that burned the latter. He couldn't trust a creature he couldn't understand.

"I am a Zith," he responded clearly, his wings rustling slightly in the breeze. He unfolded one slightly, a flash of dark fur seen from behind it. "From Cyprus. What is a Pycon and where do you come from?"

Her scent remained the same and Laute watched her warily, not sensing a threat but anticipating all the same.

Aditi, however, had no such qualm. Her hand was reaching out to pick up the doll once more. It was only when the statue spoke that she paused once more, staring at the doll with uncertainty.

Then, before she could regret her actions, she swiftly picked up the small doll, nestling it within her hands.
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