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Race: Souled Simulacrum
Gender: Female
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Morana Vargo on Nov 8, 2018 8:46:45 GMT -8
Somewhere.
It was her new home. Safe. Shielded by a demigod. Impossible to find except by those who already knew where it was. "Those" being one man - Trent Kaliba.
After Sinead, Trent was the only other person she'd approached after her escape. Mordred respected him. Thought of him as almost an "equal." Multiple memories she possessed showed him as a man of great power. If Mordred considered him as a potential ally...Morana wanted to get to him first. And she had.
She'd had limited options. The risk was worth it.
Looking around only confirmed it. A small log cabin in a clearing surrounded by ancient forest. Sunlight filtered through the a canopy too full for the autumn season. The underbrush was thick, green, flourishing in an eternal, magic Summer. The temperature was mild, warm enough to swim in the stream she could hear nearby, but cool enough open windows and the breeze kept it from being uncomfortable.
It was perfect.
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Race: Souled Simulacrum
Gender: Female
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Post by Morana Vargo on Nov 10, 2018 7:26:40 GMT -8
Inside, the cabin was sparsely furnished. Only two rooms, one being a tiny bedroom with a comfy single bed, a cedar chest, and a full length mirror mounted on the wall. The main room boasted a river stone fireplace, a round wood table with a couple of chairs, an overstuffed sofa, and a double sink beneath the cabin's largest window.
There was a cellar, accessed through double doors at the back of the cabin, or through a sliding floor panel and stairs near the sinks. Down there the walls were reinforced with stone, the floor left earthen and cool beneath bare feet. Shelves and tables were fully stocked with food stores, ensuring she wouldn't go hungry any time soon.
Strangely, the cellar was where she felt the most comfortable.
The first day in her new home, Morana wandered around the space, inspecting everything and trying to convince herself that it was all hers.
She was safe.
She had a home.
Something was bothering her, though. As she looked around at the naked windows, the bare wood floor, the plain walls, a nagging thought hovered in the back of her mind.
Her new home was missing something...
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Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Souled Simulacrum
Gender: Female
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Post by Morana Vargo on Nov 18, 2018 12:40:20 GMT -8
A few days later she still wasn't sure what was missing.
The beginnings of a worn foot path stretched from the cabin deeper into the surrounding woods, with offshoots leading to natural, stone bed hot spring, and a genuine bubbling brook great for catching trout. Large hulking stones sprout up from the rich soil and were embraced by the forest, until the scents of stone, wet earth, and greenery had married into single, heady fragrance. Morana spent the majority of her time outside among the flora and fauna, barefoot and skyclad.
When you were truly all alone, why bother with clothes?
Trent Kaliba would be the only likely visitor, and she always sensed his arrival in time to make the token gesture towards modesty.
It was one of her new tricks. She'd discovered a few of those since coming home, although so far all her abilities were tied to nature in some way. Fashioning simple clothes with a thought, encouraging plant growth, and an animal affinity she didn't understand yet, they just seemed to like her. Which meant she couldn't eat them. Thankfully she really liked fish.
Morana was returning from the woods just before sundown when the idea struck her. From where she stood, and in this light, she could see plainly into the cabin through the windows.
She needed curtains. And decorations. Pretty things.
Morana felt excited. She didn't understand why.
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