Old Salem: The Crone's Grove
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: RainbowRian on 09-04-2013, 05:28:12</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 05:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Crone's Grove</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center">(http://www.exploringromania.com/image-files/natural-park-gradistea-muncelului-cioclovina.jpg)</div> </div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">This is where the Witches meet in secret.&nbsp; It was consecrated by those before them and is utterly impregnable by humans unless they are welcomed in.</span></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 05:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Woods --&gt; Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Openldn't tell if anyone followed, but the noise of the wind and snapping of his cloak as it was blown would<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening after tavern scene<br><hr>Matthew had been in the woods for an hour or perhaps more.&nbsp; It was hard to tell, but to be a hidden place it needed to be well off the beaten path.&nbsp; He could hear wolves howl in the distance and prayed to his goddess for safety.&nbsp; The closer to the grove that he got, the stronger the storm he had created got, but he couldn't let it falter otherwise it could be noticeable or stop completely.&nbsp; He could not tell if he was being followed but the noise from the wind and the snapping of his cloak as it was being blown and tattered by foliage would mask any steps.&nbsp; He was getting closer.&nbsp; the sheer magnitude of the power flowing through the earth was nearly unbearable and as he crossed the threshold of the eye of the storm, He saw it.&nbsp; the cool rush of the waterfall at its mouth there stood a cave.&nbsp; He had found the grove.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 05:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; open<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 9:00 pm searching for Matthew<br><hr>The hard rain truly conspired to keep Yiska from following the ever weakening trail left by Matthew.&nbsp; But the time the wolf stepped into the calm of the storm it was completely soaked and shivering from the cold despite its thick coat of grey black fur.&nbsp; Whining slightly the wolf looked about the area and did not see any sign of his friend being there.&nbsp; Placing his nose back to the ground the wolf let out a yelp of pleased surprise to find a place that definitely smelt like Matthew had been there very recently.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Carefully he picked his way up the path left by Matthew's scent until he was standing on the outside of the cave entrance.&nbsp; Even in his wolf form Yiska could feel there was something extremely special about this place.&nbsp; He did not know that he was only left alone by the ancient ancestors was because they thought he truly was just another wolf.&nbsp; And there was no creature of nature that would ever be really kept from the grove unless it had been requested to be kept from that area.&nbsp; <br><br>Not really wishing to give Matthew a huge scare by suddenly just showing up in the cave Yiska in wolf form laid down in the front entrance and yipped a couple of times.&nbsp; Then cocked his head to the side to see if he could hear any kind of response from inside of the cave.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 05:49:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Woods --&gt; Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening after tavern scene<br><hr>He had edged his way into the cave, carrying a handful of twigs.&nbsp; He reached inside of his cloak for a length of twine and binded the twigs tightly to create a torch.&nbsp; He opened his hand and thought of the lightning outside past the calm.&nbsp; There was a yipping noise echoinc around the cave walls but he needed light to see.&nbsp; Once again he pulled focus and the creature outside of the mouth of the cave would have its hair stand on end as a bolt of lightning wound its way to Matthew's hand, directed at the branches to create fire.&nbsp; Matthew's hand was red from the heat.&nbsp; That's all that ever really happened unless he didn't pull focus it would be then that he would have been slammed to the wall from the force.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at the map and then at the blank wall ahead of him.&nbsp; This didn't make sense.&nbsp; The grove had been created by those of power, It was a place of mother earth herself.&nbsp; Lush and green, with trees and canopies.&nbsp; A Waterfall made by magic.&nbsp; This was just an empty cave.&nbsp; Matthew fell to his knees lost as though he had failed.&nbsp; This was a test unbeknownst to him and a humming sound emanated the walls, the sound reverberating itself.&nbsp; Matthew stood and put his palms out once more.&nbsp; The lightning came in once more, hitting his shoulders in a beam from his hands. chipping off pieces of rock to reveal an archway of stone, carved into the rock.&nbsp; still it just looked like an interesting carving.&nbsp; <br><br>On the left of the doorway was now a carved bowl as though it was asking for payment or proof of lineage.&nbsp; Matthew looked at the parchment for a clue but nothing lay hidden in its writing, but he noticed all of the signatures were red.&nbsp; Suddenly it clicked.&nbsp; He withdrew a small boline from his pocket and held the blade in his hand, wincing as the blade bit his flesh and red warm liquid dropped into the bowl.&nbsp; the runic lettering of the archway seemed to glow as the cave shook and the rest of the stone fell from the arch.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked in and saw what he had wanted to see.&nbsp; The grove.&nbsp; He had passed his test and his grandmother had led him to it.&nbsp; Matthew took off his cloak and set it aside, removing his cotton shirt to wrap up his hand, hoping to be safe.&nbsp; But wait a second.&nbsp; Something wasn't right. it seemed the grove was in disrepair.&nbsp; As though the years of not being used was causing the magic to die.&nbsp; And in the darkness of some of the foliage a pair of great yellow eyes stared at him, a beast jumping toward him, causing him to scream in fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 01:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; open<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 9:00 pm Finding Matthew and something more.<br><hr>The scream of fear was&nbsp; not what Yiska had expected to hear but it didn't matter because Yiska was up and reacting before he had time to think of consequences to himself.&nbsp; Sprinting into the cave and leaping over Matthew's right shoulder Yiska crashed into the large beast locking his jaw around the creatures throat.&nbsp; Both beast and large wolf went tumbling off into the deep shadows of the inner chamber.&nbsp; <br><br>The beast fighting back with such a tremendous burst of energy that Yiska was forced to change from the form of a wolf to the much stronger Grizzly bear which form he had finally mastered turning into at will.&nbsp; With one mighty toss Yiska managed to get the beast on its back and pinned it to the floor preparing for a deadly strike.&nbsp; But then a low chuckling could be heard from the beast as it smiled and transformed into the form of an old Indian Cheif.&nbsp; <br><br>Its voice was deep and ethereal as it said softly yet loud enough that both Matthew and Yiska would hear, "Well done young forest guardian we knew that when the witch's returned to the Crone's Grove one such as yourself would come as well.&nbsp; You like your friend have passed your entry test and you are also now welcome within the grove.&nbsp; Buried in the center of this chamber is a large trunk.&nbsp; It contains gifts for you and the others who shall find their way to this place.&nbsp; Do not worry you will know what belongs to you and what does not.&nbsp; Now go both of you and inherit what we have left for you."<br><br>The figure of the old Indian Chief suddenly vanished from beneath Yiska surprising him and making him stumble forward in his large bear form.&nbsp; Catching his balance on a near by tree stump Yiska turned towards Matthew and cocked his head to the side wondering what the handsome man might be thinking.&nbsp; Walking on all fours Yiska moved to the center of the room and began to dig with his large front paws.&nbsp; There really wasn't much else he could do. After all he really couldn't just change back into human form... not when he didn't have any clothes to change into.&nbsp; All he could really hope for was that there might be something buried there which would help with that problem.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 02:18:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Woods --&gt; Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening after tavern scene<br><hr>Matthew heard the snarl of a wolf pass by his body and watched as it gripped the beasts throat.&nbsp; He had seen some strange things and clearly if things like his gifts existed so could animals such as that.&nbsp; They fought into the darkness, a tangle of snarls and growls, followed by what sounded like a bear.&nbsp; Perhaps it wasn't a wise choice to come alone after all.&nbsp; <br><br>He walked forward, missing the wolf to bear transformation and edged forward slowly.&nbsp; He did hold a bit of fear, worried the other animal would be close so he stepped lightly.&nbsp; Matthew listened to the voice speak and hung onto a few of its words.. <em>What does it mean one like you?</em>&nbsp; Was the bear more than it seemed?&nbsp; The bear was digging and he watched as he heard claws hit wood, revealing the wooden chest.&nbsp; <br><br>Knealing down, giving a look to the bear he helped, digging his fingers in the earth and lifting the chest out, not knowing what it could hold.&nbsp; Showing a sign of trust, Matthew gently petted the bears paw and made a movement for the animal to stand back. He stood and pointed his finger to the weathered lock, his other arm toward the cave's mouth and a bolt of lighting came into the cave, hitting one fingertip as it arched and swirled around his chest to meet the fingers pointed to the chest, the flimsy lock busting off it.&nbsp; <br><br>Matthew opened the chest and found objects wrapped in furs and leathers and also found a necklace made of obsidion, that had strange symbols, that seemed to give off an energy or electricity, carved into it resembling something he couldn't quite put his finger on.&nbsp; He laid these on the back of the bear, payment for the animal or the person hidden behind the fur.&nbsp; Matthew left the other objects stationary, but looked for what possibly belonged to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 05:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 9:00 pm Finding Matthew and something more.<br><hr>The large grizzly bear moved off into the deep shadows as Matthew began to look through the chest.&nbsp; Among various satchels, bags and wooden boxes found in the trunk their was a good sized black velvet bag which had the Binx family crest embroidered on the front of it in silver.&nbsp; With in this bag were several wooden boxes of various shapes and sizes.&nbsp; When opened these would reveal an elegant wand carved in splendid detail with various symbols of power.&nbsp; A pure silver atheme also etched with symbols of power on the blade.&nbsp; Both its sheath and handle were jeweled with some of the most exquisite gems to be found on the face of the land.&nbsp; Lastly among other items of great value their was an old thick black leather bound book.&nbsp; Which also had the Binx family crest etched into the front with silver although the silver in some places had become so faded over time and use that it was hard to see.<br><br>Yiska after changing to human form had put on the vestments and Indian jewelry which had been rolled up in the preserved leathers and furs.&nbsp; One of the most interesting pieces being an head piece decorated with&nbsp; water buffalo horns and long bald eagle feathers.&nbsp; The bones and beads of his jewelry rattled together somewhat as Yiska quietly stepped up beside Matthew who was looking down at the book in his hands.<br><br>"The words of your ancestors?&nbsp; To teach you more about powers like you used with the lightning on the lock of the chest?&nbsp; That is a very special gift."&nbsp; Then looking from the book in Matthews hands to the&nbsp; young man's very handsome face.&nbsp; "I am sorry please forgive my intrusion.&nbsp; I only meant to come and see where you went but&nbsp; I heard you scream... I was frightened for your safety and could not let you become hurt."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 06:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Woods --&gt; Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening after tavern scene<br><hr>Matthew gazed upon the crest of his family and touched it lightly with his fingertips.&nbsp; He found the Wand, the Athame, and the Book of shadows, taking his own special time and care with each of them.&nbsp; The wand was so smooth to his touch, and the Athame glinted in the small bits of light.&nbsp; Matthew heard the swishing and movement of Yiska's jewelry and turned his head, the bear no longer there.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned sharply to look and see a friendly face.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, but what.. are you... its dangerous outside. You could have been hurt!"</strong>&nbsp; He stood and despite being worried he hugged Yiska.&nbsp; <strong>"It is okay, I am so glad you were here to protect me."</strong>&nbsp; He paused to look into Yiska's eyes and smiled once more wrapping his arms around his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 21:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 9:00 pm Finding Matthew and something more.<br><hr>As Matthew was saying that he could have been hurt outside there was a very bright flash of lightning followed quickly by a loud ear shattering burst of thunder.&nbsp; "Yes this storm is one of the strongest storms I have ever felt.&nbsp; But I know how to stay safe in such weather."&nbsp; The shape shifter said as he returned Matthew's hug.&nbsp; "I am glad I was here as well.&nbsp; But what exactly is this place?&nbsp; It is a very special place that much I know for certain to have such special guardians having been put in place.&nbsp; That Spirit Shaman who attacked you in the form of an animal must have been very powerful in his time on earth.&nbsp; I hope I am able to learn more of him."<br><br>Yiska's hands rested lightly on Matthew's hips as the tailor looked into his eyes and wrapped his arms around his neck. &nbsp;"It's true then... something special passed between us in the Tavern tonight.&nbsp; I had thought I had imagined it but I had to find out for certain."&nbsp; Yiska said as he looked deeply into Matthews eyes.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 22:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening after tavern scene<br><hr><strong>"The storms strength is my fault i'm afraid."</strong>&nbsp; Matthew's eyes gleamed pure white as the rain slacked slightly and the storm lowered its intensity.&nbsp; <strong>"This place is the place of the witches.&nbsp; It was created by my ancestors among others.&nbsp; I don't know much about the shaman, he caught me off guard but perhaps since you were here..."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>As Yiska rested his hands on Matthew, he blushed.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, it is true... I feel more for you than friendship.."</strong>&nbsp; He hoped that Yiska wouldn't be angered by this as most men would, but he looked into Yiska's eyes, still holding tight to him.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you okay?&nbsp; Perhaps we should get back into town and explore this place further when there is light. What do you think?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 17:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 9:00 pm Finding Matthew and something more.<br><hr>Yiska chuckled lightly, "Yes well the old Shaman took me by surprise as well.&nbsp; I have always felt deep in my heart I was not the only one to ever have had the powers that I have.&nbsp; But until tonight I have never found any evidence to prove my feelings right.&nbsp; I am only glad that it turned out to be a test rather than a true fight to the death as I had first thought when I first engaged the beast."&nbsp; <br><br>Lifting one of his hands from Matthew's hips Yiska lightly ran his fingers through the tailor's hair.&nbsp; "I am glad to hear that you feel more than a friendship for me.&nbsp; To be honest I have felt far more than a friendship for you for a very long time now.&nbsp; Yes I know that as man to man we have never truly met before tonight at the tavern.&nbsp; But we have been in each others company far more than you could possibly know before this night.&nbsp; I have the power to change my physical form into that of any other animal form including humans.&nbsp; Some animal forms are easier for me to take than others but I am constantly learning how to to both take and retain more forms with each new year which passes by."&nbsp; <br><br>The half Indian half Frenchman paused for a few moments to let these words sink in as he continued to both look into Matthew's eyes and run his fingers through the mans short blonde hair.&nbsp; "In truth you have brought me into your home on many occasions while in the form of a stray dog and given me a place to lay by your fire after giving me a nice bone to chew upon or having given me something else to eat.&nbsp; In the form of a cat you held me in your arms often giving me a bowl of milk to drink.&nbsp; You have even shown many such kindness's to me while I have been in one of several wolf forms that I regularly take.&nbsp; So you might say that us meeting today and us being here together now as been something in the works for a very long time now."<br><br>Yiska let his hands drop from both his hip and hair as he turned somewhat to look about the cave as Matthew asked him if the thought they should go. &nbsp;"Yes I am alright.&nbsp; My fight with the Shaman did not truly harm me in any physical way.&nbsp; It was tiring yes but he did not cause any wounds.&nbsp; If you are ready to go already then yes perhaps we should go but I wouldn't mind looking around a little bit more before we left.&nbsp; Besides we are going to need to do something about securing the contents of that trunk before we go.&nbsp; I know this place is under the protection of our ancestors but still we should do all we can ourselves to make sure it stays safe and secure." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 10:23:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening after tavern scene<br><hr>Matthew shivered as Yiska touched his hair, slowly cupping his hand to his handsome friend's.&nbsp; <strong>"That was you all of those times?"</strong>&nbsp; Matthew asked, unsure what he had heard or said whilst animals were around.&nbsp; What secrets had he told and were any of them bad.&nbsp; It was a embarrassing moment for the tailor as his cheeks flushed red.<br><br><strong>"I will bring anyone that is in need, man and animal alike.&nbsp; It is only kind and proper and what I would have done if it were me on the opposing side.&nbsp; I can't believe it was you though... It must have been in the will of the Goddess then. "</strong>&nbsp; Matthew laid his head on Yiska's shoulders, the storm waning but it draining him slowly.&nbsp; He had kept the storm active and continuous through most of the day but now that it was waning it would still provide them coverage.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"We can explore a bit if you'd like.&nbsp; But on travel home I need you in your smallest animal form, I'm going to fly us home before the storm dissipates too much."</strong>&nbsp; He grinned letting Yiska lead the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 08:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>"Yes that was me my handsome friend... well perhaps not all the time for I have seen you often with strays who were not myself but more often than not I have received much kindness from your hands and heart.&nbsp; My only real regret is that it has taken us so long to finally truly meet one another."&nbsp; Yiska's hand slipped gently down to the side of Matthew's cheek as he saw the color in them had turned several shades redder than he had ever seen them before.&nbsp; He wondered what could the cause of this change in skin coloration but he really did not know how to&nbsp; approach the subject.<br><br>Smiling hearing Matthew's words about it must have been in the will of the goddess, "Yes I do believe the Great Mother of All has brought us together to this space and time.&nbsp; It is a gift for which I am truly grateful for."&nbsp; As Matthew placed his head on Yiska's shoulders the half Indian half Frenchman wrapped his arms around the tailor drawing him into a gentle hug.<br><br>"If I am to turn into the smallest animal I can be then you shall also have to find a pack or something to place my clothing into for the clothing I now wear will all come off in the change.&nbsp; These clothes are in very good condition considering how long they must have been locked up in that chest and I have no desire to leave them behind when we leave."&nbsp; Reluctantly releasing Matthew from his hug he let his hand fall down to take the tailor's&nbsp; hand in his as he moved back towards the back of the cave.&nbsp; Only it was to dark to really see into the furthest reaches of the cave.&nbsp; "Do you think we should build a fire and see if we can find something to use as torches or should we just look around the areas which are lit well enough to see into?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 09:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr><strong>"Well... Im glad I had a chance to hold you and give you shelter."</strong>&nbsp; Matthew grinned as Yiska caressed his face and he wanted nothing more than to lean into it and hold his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>After Yiska hugged him He was beaming happiness.&nbsp; <strong>"I can make a satchel from some of the stuff I have.&nbsp; Im a tailor so I always carry some thread."</strong>&nbsp; Yiska took his hand and they tried to look past the darkness to no avail.&nbsp; <strong>"I have an idea."</strong>&nbsp; Matthe spoke, removing his cloak and his white shirt he wrapped it around a fallen thick branch and handed it to Yiska.&nbsp; <strong>"Hold it and yourself still for a moment."</strong>&nbsp; He backed up and his eyes gleamed white, the thunder rumbling outside as it entered the cave it hit him directly in the back, Matthew wincing as it curled around his arms and outstretched hands, lighting the fabric and the branch around which it was wrapped making a makeshift torch.&nbsp; His eyes returned to their color and he buckled for a minute to his knees from the pure power use and him having been a bit weak from the all day storm.&nbsp; His skin smoked from where he was wet and the lightning it, drying it.&nbsp; Matthew then stood up and walked back to Yiska smiling and looking forward so they could explore a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 07:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>Seeing Matthew go down to his knees after being struck by the lighting made Yiska extremely worried and he almost dropped to torch that the tailor had just made to run over to him.&nbsp; But Matthew got up before he could act on his thoughts of dropping the torch and came back over towards him.&nbsp; With his free hand Yiska gently placed his hand on Matthew's shoulder and turned him so he could look at the man's back.&nbsp; His concern for the handsome man for the moment distracting him from taking in the full effect of how he looked with his shirt off.&nbsp; "Are you alright?&nbsp; You should not have done that... lighting is very dangerous to play with.&nbsp; We could have built a fire the old fashioned way.&nbsp; I would hate for anything to happen to you especially now that the two of our paths have finally been brought together."<br><br>Gently Yiska ran his fingers over the skin of Matthew's back marveling at the fact that there was no damage from the lightning. &nbsp;"It doesn't even look like you were hit by that lighting but I saw it... you were hit then you directed it to the top of the torch.&nbsp; That is amazing!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 07:20:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr>Matthew coughed and moved his hands, the wind knocked from him a bit, and seeing the concern cross Yiska's face it was called for.&nbsp; Gently the man touched the skin on his back, he stifled a shiver and smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm fine.. really.&nbsp; It is dangerous, and I do feel it.. to an extent.&nbsp; There is no need to have to create fire the olden ways when I can use my gift to benefit our cause. "</strong>&nbsp; Matthew blushed as once again Yiska voiced his feelings.&nbsp; It was nice to be open and have a place to do so.&nbsp; <br><br>As his friend touched his back, hitting the small of it where most of the lightning had fractured orr of the first hit, he gasped but not in a way to cause alarm.&nbsp; It was more a spot of tenderness for him at all times.&nbsp; <strong>"I was in fact hit but it was mainly the force and heat that made me buckle. Plus i'm a bit worn out from keeping the storm going all day."</strong>&nbsp; He stepped forward, lacing his hand in Yiska's and looked aorund as the darkness was illuminated by the flickering flame of the torch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 06:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>Yiska smiled as Matthew took his hand and laced his fingers through his own.&nbsp; Together they walked towards the darkest part of the cave and found a smaller cave entrance.&nbsp; "We should probably wait till we are better supplied to go exploring this part of the cave.&nbsp; Who knows where these passages may lead and just how far back they go.&nbsp; I mean you already sacrificed your perfectly good shirt for just this one torch I wouldn't want you to think you had to sacrifice your pants too."&nbsp; Yiska made a show of looking Matthew over before smiling a little mischievously, "Not that I wouldn't mind seeing such a sight.&nbsp; Just seeing you with your shirt off alone has truly peaked my interest that much more than was already there before." <br><br>Yiska gave Matthew's hand a gentle squeeze and a soft smile, "There is however the other side of the cave over there that we could go and take a look at. I really don't know why I am so hesitant to leave other than this place feels so powerful.&nbsp; As if it had been used for many years for some type of great and important work."&nbsp; Once again holding out the torch in front of him they made their way across the cave towards the other side.&nbsp; If Yiska had truly stopped to think about it he probably would have realized he was hesitating to leave so soon because he was very much enjoying holding Matthew's hand in this very special place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 07:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr>As they approached the smaller opening of the cave, Matthew gave Yiska's hand a squeeze.&nbsp; <strong>"Either way dear.&nbsp; We can explore as long as you want, though the burning time on that torch wont be too awful long. "</strong>&nbsp; He felt a blush paint his cheeks as Yiska talked about him losing his pants.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh.. does it now.&nbsp; Perhaps you will catch a glimpse of me changing before the night is out."</strong>&nbsp; Matthew said in teasing banter.&nbsp; <br><br>Yiska squeezed his hand and Matthew turned, seeing him smile in the torchlight.&nbsp; <strong>"Let us take a peek then.&nbsp; It does feel powerful... and safe. "</strong>&nbsp; When he had seen Yiska's smile he wanted nothing more than to kiss it and he stepped forward following him, slipping on a moist rock and hitting his knee.&nbsp; <strong>I-Im fine..."</strong> He said with a smile, a small nick bleeding in his trousers but otherwise unharmed.&nbsp; He would have been able to prevent it with his reflexes had he not been so drained.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Perhaps when we leave.. erm... I can just meet you. I feel rather drained."</strong>&nbsp; it was true. He may not even be able to fly himself home but he would try, and pray he didn't fall from the sky.&nbsp; <br><br>Matthew took both of Yiska's hands in his own and looked at him, the torch still held by their hands.&nbsp; <strong>"I really want to thank you... for following me.&nbsp; You saved me and I don't know how to re pay you."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 23:03:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>Yiska moved the one hand that held the torch in his hands out of their mutual grip and bent to wedge the end of it in a pile of stones which looked like it had been set there for that exact purpose.&nbsp; Still holding one of Matthew's hand the shape shifter lifted his free hand to gently caress the side of Matthew's face.&nbsp; "I simply did what I had to do.&nbsp; I could not let the most handsome man I have ever seen be attacked by some wild animal." &nbsp;<br><br>Leaning forward Yiska gave Matthew a soft tentative kiss.&nbsp; Yes the attraction was certainly obvious between them but this was the first time in many years he had been with anyone and this made him feel a little bashful about kissing.&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, "We will not have to travel separately back to town.&nbsp; I shall turn into a horse and you can ride upon my back either holding on to my neck or mane.&nbsp; Since you no longer have your shirt you can wear mine along with my fur cloak.&nbsp; You'll just need to place all of this bone jewelry, my pants and head peace into the satchel you said you could make.&nbsp; Will that work for you?&nbsp; I've never really seen you ride a horse before."<br><br>Yiksa let his hand drop down from the side of Matthew's face and rested it gently against the tailors bare chest as he stood there looking into the mans eyes waiting for his answer.&nbsp; The shape shifter certainly had no idea what was in store for him that night when he first left his home to pick up Matthew's trail but he was certainly happy about the out come of his decision to follow after him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 06:19:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr>As Yiska moved to set the torch in the stone and return, Matthew smiled.&nbsp; He gently caressed the tailor's face and spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"Still... I just wanted to thank you."</strong>&nbsp; He grinned, hiding his weakness.<br><br>As his friend leaned forward, Matthew sensed that something was about to happen and Yiska kissed Matthew's lips, surprising him at first but Matthew kissed back, his eyes closing a bit before pulling away.&nbsp; <strong>Oh no,&nbsp; I can't ride you all the way back to town.&nbsp; I certainly wont be a burden.&nbsp; I think I can make it."</strong>&nbsp; He seemed rather insistent but Matthew couldn't do it, especially in his state.&nbsp; He would likely go limp during the ride and though he wasn't large in stature it would still be weight to carry.<br><br>As the native's hands touched his skin he shivered pleasantly, getting goosebumps across his skin, he looked back to Yiska.<br><br><strong>"P-Perhaps we should look around some more."</strong> He said hoping to get the images flashing in his brain to stop.&nbsp; Matthew bent down to pick up the torch, stopping to look at Yiska as his own eyes glistened in the light and he stood to continue forward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 05:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>As Matthew stood and began to move forward Yiska gently placed hand on Matthews shoulder as the stepped in front of him and turned to look into the man's eyes.&nbsp; "You are a strong and proud man but I can see in your eyes just how exhausted you are.&nbsp; You will not be a burden to me.&nbsp; In what ever animal form I take on I take on their full strengths and abilities.&nbsp; At least the ones that I know well and have been practicing for years.&nbsp; And if you think you can manage to walk you should be able to manage to hold onto my mane as you ride.&nbsp; And if you need to stop and rest along the way we shall do so.&nbsp; I am not about to let you wander around in the forest in our weakened condition.&nbsp; Not now... not when things are finally beginning to come together for us."<br><br>Yiska stood there with one hand still on Matthew's shoulder looking deeply into the mans eyes once again lifting his free hand to caress the side of his handsome face.&nbsp; In a softer tone he said, "Please Matthew... If I have to I shall simply pick you up in my arms and carry you all the way to town and to hell with what people might think should they happen to be up and about this late at night.&nbsp; All that matters to me is that you make it home safe and sound."<br><br>The indian was completely serious in what he had been saying.&nbsp; As the deep concern in his eyes would show.&nbsp; Matthew had simply over extended himself just as Miss Kenna had earlier in the day by exercising her powers to such a great extent.&nbsp; And Yiska knew what over doing it could do to a body having been in that same situation on several occasions himself with nary a sole around who might give him any sort of aid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 02:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr>When Yiska touched his shoulder, Matthew turned to gaze at him once again.&nbsp; He was becoming a sight that he enjoyed quite thoroughly. <strong>"You weren't supposed to see it.&nbsp; I suppose I an more drained than I thought.&nbsp; If you say so.. I will try but don't let me weigh you down. </strong> Matthew smiled softly at the thought the man's last words brought across his head.&nbsp; things beginning to come together... making it sound like fate certainly had a plan for them for quite some time.&nbsp; <br><br>Softly, the other man touched Matthew's skin and like a cat he gently pressed his face toward the affection.&nbsp; <strong>"I won't have you carrying me in your human form.. I would really be a burden then.&nbsp; As for others... I don't much care what they think anyway.'</strong>&nbsp; His deep passionate eyes showed concern as Matthew looked into them.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm going to rest on this patch of moss.&nbsp; Perhaps with rest I can carry you home.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 04:05:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>Yiska chuckled a little when Matthew said he wasn't supposed to see how tired he was.&nbsp; "With the skills and talents I have been given I must always be very observant of everything around me.&nbsp; Especially when studying a new subject I wish to some day turn into.&nbsp; Long ago when I was first learning my skills I learned how to sit out of the way somewhere and watch people in their every day activities so that I could fully study their movements.&nbsp; It was how I learned how to change my appearance as a human.&nbsp; Now many years later because of all of that study I can change my appearance to match that of any one in town."<br><br>Not really to prove his point but more to show what he meant changed into a few of the towns people.&nbsp; Starting with Mili the nurse at the doctors office, the preachers daughter, the preacher himself, Jared and last but not least into a perfect copy of Matthew himself.&nbsp; Walking over to where Matthew sat on the patch of moss he said even imitating Matthew's voice, "I bet you never imagined that you would ever be kissing yourself."&nbsp; Bending down he gave Matthew another soft kiss on the lips before standing back up turning back into himself again.&nbsp; "Rest all you want my friend but I am still going to turn into a horse so you can ride me back to town.&nbsp; What is the use of resting if you are only going to wear yourself out again by flying home?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 04:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr>Matthew listened and was slightly puzzled by what he heard.&nbsp; <strong>Wait... anyone in town?"</strong>&nbsp; Matthew quite liked him as himself so this was a new and strange notion to him.&nbsp; He watched in fascination as He transformed into a few other people, the last one being himself.&nbsp; Slightly taken aback Matthew just stared as Yiska, in the form of Matthew, leaned down to kiss him.<br><br>This notion wasn't as strange since he had many times practiced kissing, using his looking glass since it seemed he would never find a man to experience it with.&nbsp; Now he had Yiska, but he was a bit put off, even though the man shared his affection.. he didn't want to rush him.&nbsp; <br><br>Matthew sighed as Yiska spoke then nodded in agreement.&nbsp; Softly he laid back to rest anyway closing his eyes for a moment and waiting on Yiska to finish exploring, his shoulders and lower back beginning to throb.<br><br><strong>"Let me know what you find handsome."</strong>&nbsp; Matthew grinned at Yiska, before changing his mind, rest being futile and stood next to the other man and kissing him, gently bracing his back while putting his hands around his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 22:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin. "Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>Yiska chuckled lightly, "Yes anyone that I have seen more than a few times to be sure I get the details right.&nbsp; If I have only seen a person only a couple times I'll make a passable copy of them and would only really pull it off if someone is looking at me from a distance."<br><br>The shape shifter watched Matthew with the practiced eye of someone who was accustomed to truly studying everything around him. Particularly living beings whom he wished to learn how to transform into noticing the slight winces Matthew made as he got himself settled down to get a bit of rest.&nbsp; <br><br>When their latest of kisses was mutually broken Yiska smiled brightly.&nbsp; "It would seem I have found the greatest treasure of all.&nbsp; A man whom I can share my hopes and dreams with.&nbsp; A handsome man whom I am truly looking forward to learning more about as the coming days months and the gods and goddess willing even the coming years." &nbsp;<br><br>Yiska glanced around the cave from the position where they stood before turning back to look into Matthew's eyes.&nbsp; "Why don't we just make plans on coming back either tomorrow night or the next when we can come more fully prepared to explore as we would truly wish to.&nbsp; But I do not think we should just leave that trunk open as it is.&nbsp; Perhaps we should close it again and cover it again.&nbsp; I can find some rocks to cover it up while you work on that satchel for my clothing that you will not actually be wearing on our trip back into town."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 06:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr>Matthew looked to Yiska and nodded.&nbsp; <strong>"Good to know..."</strong><br><br>The details of when he had changed into Matthew, made him wonder about how much time he had actually had spent watching him.&nbsp; The instances where he was an animal were surely not enough to give that much detail. <strong>"Oh, I-I'm not a treasure... I uhh... "</strong> He stuttered and muttered looking down as though to hide himself from his friend's gaze.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"That sounds like a plan.&nbsp; We can come back with supplies and things. "</strong>&nbsp; Matthew knelt down and began to close the box, keeping his own possessions from them.&nbsp; After he shut it he began burying it and placed a few rocks on top to mark the spot.&nbsp; <strong>"It's okay I've got it."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled before sitting indian-style and took off his cloak, setting it in the hole of his legs to set his and some of Yiska's belongings.&nbsp; After collecting them all he took a medium piece of twine from his pocket and bound it closed, creating a makeshift satchel.&nbsp; <br><br>Matthew stood, now with a bit more ease and looked at Yiska, as his own chest gleamed in the twinkling light.&nbsp; <strong>"Okay, If you give me what you want me to wear I can... put it on and we can make way?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 05:30:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin. "Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."&nbsp; <br>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Matthew<br><strong>Time and Action</strong>:&nbsp; evening around 10:30 pm Talking with Matthew<br><hr>Yiska smiled a little hearing Matthew stutter but he knew better than to push the issue if it made his new friend feel that embarrassed.&nbsp; "Alright but unless you plan on wearing my pants too you may wanna open that clever satchel of you came up with."&nbsp; Yiska started out by taking off the cloak which appeared to have been made by the whole hide of a large black bear followed by the leather shirt made in a style only worn by the native Indians of this region.&nbsp; With his upper clothing off Yiska slipped out of the Moccasins on and finally the leather pants along with the soft leather loin cloth he had been wearing.&nbsp; <br><br>The Indian had been nude or nearly nude with other men before as they sat in a teepee passing around pipes with a group of Indians his mother had introduced to him.&nbsp; And though those were very different circumstances than standing in front of man whom you were very attracted to Yiska was surprised to find that he was not as bashful about it as he might have thought he would have been.<br><br>Smiling at Matthew the shape shifter turned and walked a few steps a way from the tailor and knelt down on the ground before getting into a position which left him on his hands and knees.&nbsp; Closing his eyes Yiska thought about everything he knew about horses and made the change.&nbsp; Now standing before Matthew was for all intents and purposes a horse that looked like a wild Mustang might have looked.&nbsp; It was a type of horse which was becoming more and more popular over the last 10 years.&nbsp; Bobbing his long neck Yiska gave his head a little shake as he whinnied a little turning his large dark brown eyes on Matthew stomping one of his back legs as if saying, 'Alright Matthew hop on.'<br><br>Only once Matthew was settled up on his back and holding on would Yiska start back out of the cave taking it easy at first with a slow walk until they were out of the cave and could make better time through the little used paths that led back out of the forest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Old Salem: The Crone's Grove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 05:53:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Binx<br><strong>Witch Name</strong> Arwen Moonstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crone's Grove<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong> Evening 10pm-ish<br><hr>Matthew nodded, but did not open his satchel.&nbsp; His clothes were torn, and dirty, pointless to wear again when he could make more.&nbsp; plus they needed torches tomorrow.&nbsp; He watched as Yiska stripped down to his loin cloth and gently turned his gaze to offer the man privacy, though what he had seen was certainly attractive.&nbsp; He didn't look at the man naked, simply because it would arouse him and embarrass Matthew if Yiska noticed.&nbsp; <br><br>He had never been nude in front of anyone.&nbsp; As a matter of fact he had not so much as taken his shirt off in front of anyone except family until tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>Matthew stayed turned away and saw Yiska shift lower to the ground as there was a movement.&nbsp; A slight transformation and Yiska, now a horse whinnied and shook his head.&nbsp; Matthew knew the gaze meant to get on, but he didn't just yet.&nbsp; He held up a finger and disappeared into the darkness.&nbsp; Gently he removed his breeches and boots and set them in his satchel and began putting on Yiska's clothes.&nbsp; All except his loincloth which he packed away.&nbsp; These clothes felt different, nice in fact and the smell of Yiska made them all the better.&nbsp; <br><br>He returned from the shadows in the bearskin cloak, leather shirt, moccasins and leather pants and softly laid the satchel on Yiska's back.&nbsp; The wind in the cave began to pick up as Matthew's eyes turned white and it looked as though bolts of lightning were swirling inside them, his body lifting from the ground as he hovered above the horse, then mounted him, gently touching his mane for hold and leaning forward to rest.&nbsp; <br><br>He held tight, but gently as they rode through the forest on their way home, Matthew looked into the sky and as the sky was clearing, the moon shone upon them, his eyes shining white again to give them a bit of cover on their trip home with a blanket of fog.&nbsp; He could feel his strength returning slowly and this wouldn't effect him much since he wouldn't sustain it past when they got to his shop.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>