ORIGIN

Macawi watched from a short distance away as the large, wolf-like creature sent himself-but-not-himself over to the deer. The doppelganger crouched low and roared, wings opened a little. All in all, it was a very frightening image, and it scattered the deer this way and that. Macawi crouched lower in the grass as one of the fleeing creatures leaped gracefully over her body. The feathers in her headdress fluttered in the wind created by the deer. She lay perfectly still, hoping to stay hidden from the… wolf-bat, she decided to call it. It had wings, didn’t it? What else could it be? This was Macawi Logic at work.

So… this boy liked to pull pranks, did he? Just like she did? Heh. Well, she wondered how well he’d take it if she[/s] scared [i]him the way he had scared the deer. She couldn’t climb the Spire, so she’d need a different way to scare him… Hmmmm… Her eyes lit up as an idea came to her. She hadn’t had a chance to cast her knew spooky spell yet, so she tried it now. She felt Magic flow into her eyes, and somehow she knew what it was doing. Her eyes were nice and red now – perfect.

She stood up, all of her tiny frame as tall as she could make it, and ran to the base of the Spire. She let out her best cackle, loud as she could, and shook her head like a maniac to make her headdress swing back and forth. In as spookiest and loudest as a voice she muster, she shouted up to the wolf-bat: “Scaring Cave Deer, Macawi sees! How very naughty of you! Macawi is the Witch of the Caves, and has come to punish you for scaring her Deer!” She let out another cackle, and stared up at Damian, eyes glowing red. She snorted in amusement, just once, and then twisted her face until she looked absolutely insane, grinning much too widely.

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It had gone quiet again. His doppelganger now completely vanished from sigh and his gem had gone quiet. He sniffed thoughtfully before a sudden yawn caught the beast off guard. His lips peeled back, jaw splitting open to expose all of those dangerous fangs in a rather large yawn before he eventually shook his head and popped his jowls right back shut. He supposed now would be a good time for a nap. After said nap he would most likely leave the Spire, go find himself some lunch, and then go see if there was any trouble he could get into. After he had moved into a more comfortable position, Damian slowly began to slip off into sleep.

However, it hadn't lasted long and a suddenly cackling started the lycanthrope awake. He jerked forward, before a low snarl ripped from his chest and amber eyes shot down towards the base of the spire. His wings jerked up, lifting themselves into a threatening posture before they eventually just found themselves tucked into his sides. When his gaze fell upon a canine with a golden pelage Damian could have sighed. It was just another gembound. A Macawi it seemed she called herself. His nostril's flared, scenting the air in an attempt to get a wiff of this new canine he had never seen before. She looked fairly young as well. Or, at least younger than he was. He moved forward, now resting his stomach against the spire and propped his cheek against the palm of his paw.

His audit's were pushed forward into attention as he continued to listen to her carry on about who she was. A witch was she? How peculiar. A dark grin curled the edges of his muzzle as she claimed to be there for a punishment. "Just be happy I didn't eat them..." His voice was a low, sinister rumble with just a hint of amusement lacing into it. He flicked his tail in interest before the banner fell still along his side once more. His eyes narrowed as a fun idea soon struck his thoughts and he began to focus on his magick. For a long moment he lay there, simply waiting, but to no avail did his magick even flicker to life. He huffed with annoyance before shaking it off. He would try again in a moment.

"So tell me, witch, just what kind of punishment are you going to distribute?" His same dark, foreboding grin remained on his features. Perhaps he was being a little cocky, if not for the fact he was higher on the spire than she could probably reach. Unless she was truly a witch, then maybe she could float. If not, she would have to be a skilled jumper just to get half way up to him. He drummed his pawed fingers of his free hand against the spire, eagerly waiting for Macawi's answer. This would indeed prove to be most amusing. And hopefully, for her sake, it was worth staying awake just to see how it went.


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Tags: @Macawi
OoC: poop, maybe next time lol

Macawi was a very happy, very tolerant coyote. Oftentimes, all it took to befriend her was a simple Hello. She wasn’t picky about her friends, and she didn’t often question the things they did. She knew she was weird, and that others might think she was insane. But weren’t all the best people crazy? She certainly thought so! And this all led up to the fact that, truly, it took a lot for Macawi to… not like someone. And yet… There was something – and she didn’t know what it was, exactly – about this wolf-bat that she just genuinely disliked. Maybe it was the fact that his cockiness could be smelled from a mile away. Who knows? All that mattered was that this little coyote didn’t like the wolf-bat one bit.

Macawi stared up at the Gembound, eyebrows raised, and then furrowed, as she tried to figure out what her instincts were telling her. He’d barely spoken to her, yet she distrusted him. Maybe she was just being paranoid. She was crazy, so maybe that really was it. She laughed, and then went back to staring at him. He asked her what sort of punishment she was going to distribute, and she thought about it for a moment. “This One’s punishment is that you have to tell Macawi what you are doing up there on the Spire.” That seemed sufficient, considering she wasn’t really planning on punishing him. She shrugged. “Or don’t. Macawi doesn’t care either way.”

She shrugged off her dislike of him for a moment, deciding she’d better get to know him better before just randomly deciding to dislike him. She was no fool. He hadn’t tried to harm her yet, so there was no reason for her annoyance. Besides, she was crazy, so she’d probably change her mind about him in the next minute or so.

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The smaller creature was indeed rather interesting. There were pleanty of brave gembound's roaming around the caves. One would think they would know better than to threaten such a beast as he. Slowly his tail flicked to and fro behind him, his wings giving a small twitch before settling over his back once again. The moment she expressed what she would do for his punishment made a single brow slowly raise. That was a punishment? Having to tell her just why he was perched on the spire? Perhaps she just hadn't thought that far into here plans when she had first approached him. That, or she was just a few gem shards short of a Chrysalis. He sniffed thoughtfully before chuckling and shrugged his wings at her. "I am up here... because it is comfortable to be and because I can see things before they see me," He smirked down at her.

The fact that she had escaped his notice went unsaid, especially since she had actually managed to startle him with her crazed laughter she thought to use against him. "And just what are you doing around the Spire? I didn't scare off food you were hunting, did I?" His smirk glinted in his eyes. How amusing would that have been for him? Surely that was why she was now pestering him for scaring 'her' deer. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he began to demand his magic once again. Nothing. Not a damn thing stirred and his gem upon his hip did not react. The annoyance quickly reflected on his features, his nose wrinkling up as if he were about to snarl.

He finally just cast it off and moved, leaping of the spire and hurled down towards the ground. He landed heavily onto his feet and no stood tall over the coyote. He loomed there for a moment before he simply dropped down to sit on his rump and crossed his legs in front of him. Now that he was closer he took in all of her features. She wore a strange thing on her head and he was vaguely curious as to what it was, but for the most part simply ignored the item and turned his attention to the gem's she had on her cheek. "I'm Damian," He introduced himself with a shrug, eyeing the coyote for a moment longer. It wasn't that he felt compelled to tell her who he was, it just didn't seem right that she would be trying to 'punish' him without knowing his name first.

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Tags: @Macawi
OoC: God damnit Damian >:| MAKE WITH THE SHADOWS ALREADY.

Macawi raised an eyebrow at the lycanthrope as he asked if he had scared off food she had been hunting. She gave a laugh, rolling over onto her back so she wouldn’t have to constantly crane her neck to see him. “Tell Macawi something. Does she look big enough to be hunting Cave Deer? Macawi is a Coyote! She hunts rabbits, mice, rats… lizards. Not deer!” She gave a sigh, turning her head to look at the still-retreating forms of the deer as they disappeared into the tall grass. “Besides, there is something majestic about them, no? Seems a shame to kill something so pretty.”

Macawi’s eyes followed the wolf-bat’s descent to the ground. She grinned up at him as he loomed over her, not frightened in the least. Her tail wagged, and she remained lying on her back, head turned slightly to the side to look at him as he sat down. He said his name was Damian, and then went silent, looking at her. “Well, Damian already knows Macawi’s name,” she replied, and then laughed. “Unless This One has forgotten already!”

Whatever creepy feeling she’d had about him before had gone away. There was still something about him that didn’t fit quite well with her own personality, but she had met all types. Of course there would be some who just had a different way of living their life. And who was Macawi, of all Gembounds, to judge others? She knew what some thought of her – that she was a madwoman. And she was. And that wasn’t bad. “All the best people are insane!” she said happily, tilting her head to glance at Damian. “Did This One know that? It is true! Look at Macawi! She is crazy as they come, and she is nothing but happy! Other people should try being crazy sometimes. It’s fun!”

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A chuckle escaped the beast when the Coyote corrected him on what she hunted. Of course. Only bigger predators, such as himself, could catch them such a treat. His smirk grew across his features, but he did not voice the thoughts that danced through his mind. Not just yet anyways. That is until she called the deer cute and majestic "Yeah...majestically delicious..." He murmured as he itched an an ear while turning his gaze off to the side. She was definitely a strange one that was for sure. The coyote continued to talk and Damian's gaze drifted back towards her. For a moment he sat there and listened, ears up in attention.

A pop of his jowls was her response when she dared to think he so foolishly had forgotten her name already. "As if I'd forget such a name..." It was an odd one indeed, odd enough to keep Damian interested in remembering it anyways. His eyes narrowed for a brief moment before he once again silently tapped into his magic, more aggressively demanding it to actually work this time. This certain ability had alluded him a lot, and it was always annoying when it refused to do as he said. For what ever reason it just seemed like a fun idea to see what kind of reaction this little coyote pup would have.

Again. Nothing. Not a damned thing happened and Damian instantly felt an annoyed snarl beginning to rumble at his chest. But he held it in and forced it aside as he focused on the coyote. "I could not prove you wrong," He commented as he found himself amused by her laughter. She was indeed crazy. Damian didn't mind that at all. At least she wasn't boring. He would have probably already left her where she lay had that been the case. "Of course, I don't suspect a lot of people would agree. but they're just missing out I guess." Damian shrugged his shoulders, his crimson wings following the movement as he did so.


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Tags: @Macawi
OoC:ASDHFJAIUSDHNFA

Macawi raised an eyebrow at the wolf-bat’s comment about deer being majestically delicious. It bothered her a little bit, but she shrugged it off almost immediately. Damian was a humongous creature, and Macawi understood that such creatures needed a lot of meat to survive. Perhaps one day even she would be eaten. No matter. Such thoughts did not bother her. For what was she if not a giant sack of walking meat? She chuckled at these morbid thoughts, and decided to try and bring a bit of Light back to her mind. She looked around for something to Bauble, head twisting this way and that as she looked at the world upside-down.

Her gaze passed Damian, and she gave him another wild grin as he talked about how not many people would agree that it’s fun to be crazy. A few feet from his front paw, there was a small copper band, slightly rusted. She flipped over onto her stomach and rose to her tiny paws, trotting over to it and giving it a sniff. It wasn't the prettiest object, but maybe it would look better with a bit of Light. She touched her nose to it and attempted to call upon her Magic, but nothing happened. Hmm… Well, that was alright. Maybe the copper band didn’t want to be prettier.

She pushed the small ring over to Damian. “Macawi tried to use her Magic on it, but her Light did not work. Still, she will you give this to you, as a gift. Unless This One does not want it. Either way.” Macawi wasn’t one to be offended, even if someone was flat-out mean to her. Though it wasn’t certain whether this was because she was still too young to understand the concept of meanness, or if she understood it perfectly well, and just refused to let it bother her. Perhaps it was a strange combination of both… The point being, even if Damian refused her gift, she wouldn’t care. All that meant was that the ring was meant to stay where it was, and perhaps be found by someone else one day.

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For the longest moment Damian sat there, pondering over his lack of control of his magic. It was annoying in all honestly. Enfuriated that he could not force the magic from his gem to work like he demanded it. As she seemed to be looking around Damian set his focus on attempting once again to try and summon the void that he had even yet to cast upon this small canine. His scruff began to bristle when once again his magic simply ignored his demand and refused to do as he said. Perhaps he just needed to seee if a different ability would work and make sure his gem just wasn't broken or stupid. Either way, this was sure putting a damper on any kind of fun he could be having. It certainly wasn't the most definitive thing in the caves either; which only added to his annoyance.

A brow lifted when Macawi rolled to her belly and rose to her paws before padding closer to him. His gaze followed her own to the object that had grasped her attention. He stared at her when she finally began to spoke and look at him. To say he was a bit confused was an understatement. Why on Origin would this creature want to give him a gift? They had only just met. Not to mention Damian had been plotting to cause a bit of mischief with her, but even that seemed to be thwarted by the lack of response from his gem. Although, hearing that her magic was light Damian began to grow a bit more curious. "I shall accept it. However, you could attempt using your light on it again if you wanted. I'm curious to see.." He paused for a moment, waiting to see if she would or not.



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Words:300
Tags: @Macawi
OoC: hurpp

Macawi nodded at Damian’s words when he told her she could try her Light again. She sat down with her eyes closed, her front left paw over the top of the ring. She could feel it against her paw-pad, the circular shape pressing into her skin. For a brief moment, she had the flash of a silly idea: What if she pressed down too hard and suddenly the ring disappeared into her paw? Her lips twitched into an amused smile at such a thing, and then she concentrated again. It was slow going. Always, she felt her Magicka in her body, the thing that gave a Gembound its soul – or so she thought. Yet, her Light eluded her again.

Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled at Damian. “Macawi’s Light will not come now. Perhaps the ring does not want to be Lit? Who is Macawi to argue, right? Things happen, or do not, for a reason.” She slid the small copper band over to him. “Go on and take it. Perhaps one day This One may Light it himself. What a fun thing that would be! Then he could come back to show Coyote, yes?” Macawi rolled over onto her back and looked up with another grin at the wolf-bat. “What sort of Magic does This One do, then?” she asked, wagging her tail. Little did she know that she would perhaps get a taste of his Magic soon…


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