PROMISES, PROMISES { MARIE~

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Hell seems like a fairly manageable place. However Malice had found that place out of curiosity as to what the 'magical' pools did. His impurity and vile truth won't let him press pass the barriers to check out the heaven lands, but hell was certainly a fun field trip. Rather he could visit his imaginary fandom in hell, whom consisted of certain fires and immortal bushes that never burnt despite the fire on the branches. He loved them, indeed. Yet he returned to purgatory within a time limit, knowing the consequence of letting himself grow stagnant where he lingers.

But his little mind wasn't focused on such tasks today, like spying for his gods. No, no today was special. Was it not? There was something he had been keeping from Dragunov and that was about to escape his lips at this very silent moment. "Zuriannnn?" His pathetic, hardly used voiced practically screeched through the vast emptiness of Purgatory. Malice was growing unsuccessful in finding her in hell, her scent and trails gone, missing. But where could she be! Surely not heaven, twas impossible. No, no she had to be somewhere.

Waiting for him perhaps? "Zurian? Please... I'll be good... I promise..." Those over sized black ears flopped as he obnoxiously whipped his head back and forth, as if she'll appear from any angle after his desperate calls. Zurian took him in as a servant, no as a friend. He would do anything for her, and he loved it, he wanted it. But after the war, he lost touch, where did she go... He wanted to see her so badly. He didn't love her in a sense of mateship, but loved her in the sense she treated him like any other living creature. Normal? No, no. That word was bitter in his mouth.

His tail curled, annoyance and bitter wounds opening due to his own intentions getting to high. Dragunov would be displeased... very displeased. Which only made Malice feel worse as he sulked around. "Zurian... are you still my friend?" He called out one last time, showing a natural emotion of sadness. But with the flick of his dirt dusted tail, he moved along, hoping to find some water source for his dried out mouth and ego.

ooc; I think this post had a little bit of meaning between the roleplayers of zurian and mal... eh yeah sorry about that-- but Malice needs a FRIENDDD
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A song filtered his ears. Obviously a voice to those who could hear it, but that is not what he interpreted it for. It came to him a lovely poem that made his slow and short mind- come... short on what to think, other than he liked it. The song reluctantly came to an end, the rhymes stopping that twisted around the fact he was yelling out for Zurian. Of course she isn't going to be out here, but he could hope, couldn't he? No, no enough of that sir Malice.

A light pale hued maned wolf head jerked up right, to see the strange feline like wolf creature, who seemed overly familiar. His noggin' tilted to the side, more words filtering out, like a beautiful mystery. He took them in as a answer to the fact he wasn't going to find Zurian. This wolfess was helping him confirm that. "Cheshire wolf, do you look down upon me? Or does your symphony pity my bust of a lost friend?" He almost hissed his words. Finding himself feeling the emotion of anger due to the fact he felt mocked.

Malice wasn't used to thinking clearly as to why he felt emotions. But something obvious would happen and the natural emotion would filter over his thoughts. Anger, or more so confusion. Anger was a ugly thing to Malice, he did not care for the feeling or what can come with the actions of acting upon anger. He was a fairly gentle wolf when it came down to it. But as far as crazies go, Malice was just leaping down one rabbit hole to another as he dared to bark up this wolfess' tree.

"Do I know you?"
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[atrb=background,http://i344.photobucket.com/albums/p339/red612/bloodymariemiddle.jpg] Marie chuckled as she gazed down at the confused, maned wolf. The fox in stilts. He reeked of confusion. He said something interesting to her. Or rather, his mannerisms towards her were what were interesting. She could tell, he felt a hinge of anger yes, but he was more interested. Oh, the nickname Cheshire. How interesting to this fae. He was spot on. She was a grinning, living, chesire wolf. Rather, Jackal. In life, she had been a golden jackal. She still was of course, only now, she was blue! Her grin widened as he asked whether or not he knew her. She answered him, in her own way of course. Know me, know her, Know Chesire, know Zurian. To know, is to not know. To remember, is to forget. To forget, is to reclaim.. Are you reclaiming now? Wonderful, ecstatic, fantastic, sarcastic! So sad, too bad, wander wander through the mists, losing all of your memories within the stupor of your reverie!~ I bid you mi amore, a welcome to fate, my name is Chesire. Catty, catty chesire, a smile and then I vanish!" She would say with a soft laugh. Her watchers did what they did best. Watch. A single crow landed atop the jackal's head. Preening her fur as he usually did. Marie was always truthful, but lied all at the same time. She never made a lick of sense, and Malice was already finding this out. She scooted a bit closer to the end of the branch to get a better look at Malice. Gazing down at him with faintly glowing eyes. It was impossible to gauge her. To get a read on her. She was an open book, but none of the pages said anything. Cheshire, cheshire, one laugh, one smile, then poof! Poof poof smokebug~. I am me, I am not me, I am you, you are not you. We are dreams within dreams, memories within memories. None of that matters within the land of the livid dead." With that, she would stand upon the branch before jumping down to land in front of Malice. She gazed at him, then walked in a circle around him, as if sizing him up. She would move to his side, then under his chin, swatting his nose with her tail as she slithered underneath his muzzle. With a smirk, she would gaze at him again. To know me, is to forget me. To love me, is to hate me. In eternity, both are pointless. You are lost, you require guidance. I am can provide. What you do not hear, I do. What you cannot see, I can. Past, present, future, eternity, I will reveal all truths as well as lies. I am but a humble fortune teller, I go by Marie. I have what you desire, what do you have to offer?" She would say with a soft laugh.

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There was a strange familiarity with this jackal-ess. The way her eyes would not make eye contact until you least expected it, the way the black birds pattered around her like some goddess. It was odd, even for Purgatory. Malice wasn't the brightest of wolves, but he knew this feeling as being uncomfortable. Usually surprises were inviting, but this Jackal had him on his toes and he didn't know what to expect. To loose an eyeball from a black bird's claw or loose his mind to this ladies words.

"You're riddles do no good here. For I am half brained, the other half is full of the divine spirit that guides me."

Malice let his jaw slack, letting his mouth hang low. Feeling the other approach and circle him. Malice stared forward, sort of frozen as he took in the feeling of the others touch. He hadn't felt another entity in a long time... It felt nice. She flicked a tail into his face, it was comforting and a large gap of deja vu struck him. Licking his chops for a moment, he wanted to soak in that comforting feeling of physical acceptance.

"I do not command of Zurian as if she owns me! ... I just miss having a friend, yes." His strange and uneven green eyes looked at the golden jackal. Whom was most likely going to mock him with words and phrases he just didn't understand nor want to. Deep inside he liked being naive and ignorant. He was a messiah for the lord Sethos. He held no true name, for he was Malice Sethos. He was half of the great god Sethos as he shall always be.

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[atrb=background,http://i344.photobucket.com/albums/p339/red612/bloodymariemiddle.jpg] Marie grinned as the other told her he was half brained. A spirit guided him. One had to believe in ghosts, demons, angels, gods. They all existed on the three planes, out of reach for mortals. She knew this to be true. She had seen a few of them herself. This jackal who refused to face judgement on the grounds that she enjoyed purgatory. Besides. She knew how to invade the other worlds. Even if it was only temporary. why be trapped in one world, when you can visit the others whenever you see fit? It seemed whatever god controlled these worlds hasn't bothered to fix the cracks within the wall. She would grin as she looked back towards Malice. A raven among her watchers cawing before she spoke. "I am three, three are one. Three minds, three personalties, one, me. One Cheshire. Spirit, spirit, spirit. One whisper, one command, thou follow thou foolish one! You who searches for what they have lost, how silly you are! The lost can never be found. Those who are lost will never return." She would say with a cackling laugh before she walked back over to her tree and took a seat next to it. She hummed softly, head tilting to the side as she eyed Malice like a queen expecting a show from her fool. She tapped her foot against the ground, humming a little louder before she spoke again. "Truth is found in blood, blood carries truth. Offer thy blood thou powerless one, and I Will look into thy soul to find the answer thou seeks. Wayward soul, bite a paw and let it flow." She would say with a grin.

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