Post by Fitzwilliam Darcy on Mar 27, 2011 0:28:18 GMT -5
The Promise of a Liar[/size]
The hot summer air of the forest hung heavily in the air, forming a damp condensation on Nakoma’s brow as she laboriously set about to starting a fire for her meal. Strange...this wood looked like the wood they’d used back home. Why didn’t it want to start a proper fire? Frowning, the girl scraped the two branches in her hands together sharply, almost like a match(though Nakoma didn’t know about matches), and with a sudden ‘snap’, a bright spark of flame burst forth. Blinking, Nakoma looked at the ever increasing plume of fire that had grown on her tiny pile in surprise, then shook her head tiredly. Things were getting stranger and stranger all the time in this place.
With a sigh, Nakoma stood from her place on the ground, walking back into her small hut to grab some food she’d managed to find. Strangely enough, she hadn’t even had to hunt for it. It had just been sitting there on a tree stump, untouched...as if it were waiting for her. Nakoma shook that notion off; more likely was the fact that someone had left it there and had forgotten it. Oh well, tough luck for them. Finders keepers, especially in a place like this, where survival was everything.
The girl set about to cooking the food like she had been taught, even though this meat was new and unfamiliar. She supposed it would taste decent enough, though, and didn’t waste too much time worrying about it. While she waited, she felt her eyes begin to stray across the encampment, searching for some form of interest as she waited for this otherwise dull task to be completed. Catching sight of something-was it some sort of marking?-the girl squinted her eyes against the dirt, crawling closer along the ground to try and see just what it was. It was...an animal print. A bear’s, it seemed. For an instant, Nakoma’s brown eyes widened with fear, but as she examined it closer, they returned back to their presently calm state. It was far too small to belong to a real bear’s paw. But, for some reason, Nakoma found the size and shape...familiar. Cautiously, she placed her own hand over the spot, bending her fingers so that the tips were now touching her palm. It was a perfect fit in the pressed mold.
Nakoma silently gasped, drawing her hand back to her mouth at the realization. Who had done this? Such a cruel trick as this...drawing out Kocoum’s name in the dirt. It was heartless, and thoroughly invasive.
“You really do think that you loved him, don’t you?”
Nakoma turned back sharply at the unexpectedly amused tone, startled to see a floating Puck waiting behind her back. He was reclining on the air, staring her down mockingly. Her brown eyes narrowed in irritation. Choosing to remain silent, out of spite, the girl merely turned around, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
“You really do, don’t you?” Puck laughed, floating around to her other side. As she turned to face yet another direction, the fae only followed quickly behind. “How quaint...and after all these years you’re still carrying a torch...”
“What do you know, anyway!” Nakoma shouted, finally turning to face the other with a bitter air about herself. “It’s not like you could ever understand what it means to...to care for someone!”
Puck paused for a moment, staring at the girl with a knowing, taunting expression. Nakoma stared back a bit uneasily, suddenly quite unsure of how the elf was going to react. As he leaned in closer, Nakoma felt herself scooting back uncomfortably.
“And what makes you think you do, Nakoma?” He whispered, resting his chin on his hand. Slowly, he took her chin in his hand, cradling it as he leaned in closer. Nakoma looked away nervously, suddenly very uncomfortable with the other’s closeness. When Puck had finally reached a distance that Nakoma was ready to punch him for, the cool, crisp features of his fall form melted away, leaving behind the tan, strong figure of a rather familiar Indian Brave...one that Nakoma hadn’t seen in a very, very long time.
The girl jumped back, staring back at the trickster with wide frightened eyes. He smirked, moving closer as the girl continued to back away. “St-stay away from me,” Nakoma warned, backing up until she was up against a large boulder...one that she knew hadn’t been there before.
“Oh, come on, Nakoma...” Puck spoke, his voice now that of Kocoum’s. “Didn’t you miss me? Because I really, really missed you.”
“You...you are cruel to me,” Nakoma said softly, looking away again as Puck reached up to touch her.
“Cruel? Nakoma, I’m giving you the chance you never had,” Puck whispered, his face only inches from hers. “Come on...don’t play hard to get...that brat Pocahontas did plenty of that...I’m ready for someone kind, sweet...submissive...”
Nakoma looked back up at Puck suddenly, an ounce of her morals still shining in her eyes as she spoke. “You’re not...you’re not real. This...isn’t real...”
“No, Nakoma,” Puck admitted, smiling. “But don’t you want it to be?” Before the girl could reply, Puck held out his hand, a glass of some dark liquid suddenly appearing. He pulled it close to her face, the rim of the round glass nearly touching her quivering lips.
“Just drink this, Nakoma...I promise you won’t feel any pain...give into your desires...” the Native girl slowly began to close her eyes, not protesting as Puck gently tipped the clear, dark liquid down into her throat. It would only last a little while...and there would be no pain...he had promised her...
===
Nakoma awoke to a painful throbbing in her head, along with the invasive beams of early morning sunlight peaking through her eyelids. A pillow made of rock resting beneath her head suggested that she had slept outside the previous night, and the smell of burnt meat at the smoldering campfire showed that she had let the food overcook.
Struggling to remember just what had caused her to do these clumsy things, Nakoma started to sit up, groaning slightly as she did. She was sore all over, and as she looked down in surprise at her tired limbs, she saw that there were a few bruises here and there...along with...teeth marks?!
Looking down at herself and the now very wrinkled clothes she was wearing, Nakoma’s eyes widened as she saw the edge of her blouse. Though it was very smeared and almost illegible, Nakoma easily recognized the clay-painted bear print that had been left on her from the night before.
Covering her face in her hands, Nakoma shuddered, every inch of her body suddenly feeling as though it were crawling with something live and...dirty. She felt well-used and worn, like an old piece of trash that still needed to be thrown away.
As fresh tears began to rush down her cheeks, and great sobs wracked her shameful body, the Native girl could hear the distant sound of someone cackling in delight...
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Okay, THIS is what Puck and Nakoma were talking about over in the Festival thread. This was mainly written so that I could hopefully give you all a glimpse as to how I plan to portray Puck in this. Basically, he's just a really bad sob that doesn't give a crap what happens to you, so long as it's amusing to him. He WILL use you for his own personal benefit. There is no limit to what he will do to people that have something he wants, and he WILL use your weaknesses against you.
The hot summer air of the forest hung heavily in the air, forming a damp condensation on Nakoma’s brow as she laboriously set about to starting a fire for her meal. Strange...this wood looked like the wood they’d used back home. Why didn’t it want to start a proper fire? Frowning, the girl scraped the two branches in her hands together sharply, almost like a match(though Nakoma didn’t know about matches), and with a sudden ‘snap’, a bright spark of flame burst forth. Blinking, Nakoma looked at the ever increasing plume of fire that had grown on her tiny pile in surprise, then shook her head tiredly. Things were getting stranger and stranger all the time in this place.
With a sigh, Nakoma stood from her place on the ground, walking back into her small hut to grab some food she’d managed to find. Strangely enough, she hadn’t even had to hunt for it. It had just been sitting there on a tree stump, untouched...as if it were waiting for her. Nakoma shook that notion off; more likely was the fact that someone had left it there and had forgotten it. Oh well, tough luck for them. Finders keepers, especially in a place like this, where survival was everything.
The girl set about to cooking the food like she had been taught, even though this meat was new and unfamiliar. She supposed it would taste decent enough, though, and didn’t waste too much time worrying about it. While she waited, she felt her eyes begin to stray across the encampment, searching for some form of interest as she waited for this otherwise dull task to be completed. Catching sight of something-was it some sort of marking?-the girl squinted her eyes against the dirt, crawling closer along the ground to try and see just what it was. It was...an animal print. A bear’s, it seemed. For an instant, Nakoma’s brown eyes widened with fear, but as she examined it closer, they returned back to their presently calm state. It was far too small to belong to a real bear’s paw. But, for some reason, Nakoma found the size and shape...familiar. Cautiously, she placed her own hand over the spot, bending her fingers so that the tips were now touching her palm. It was a perfect fit in the pressed mold.
Nakoma silently gasped, drawing her hand back to her mouth at the realization. Who had done this? Such a cruel trick as this...drawing out Kocoum’s name in the dirt. It was heartless, and thoroughly invasive.
“You really do think that you loved him, don’t you?”
Nakoma turned back sharply at the unexpectedly amused tone, startled to see a floating Puck waiting behind her back. He was reclining on the air, staring her down mockingly. Her brown eyes narrowed in irritation. Choosing to remain silent, out of spite, the girl merely turned around, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
“You really do, don’t you?” Puck laughed, floating around to her other side. As she turned to face yet another direction, the fae only followed quickly behind. “How quaint...and after all these years you’re still carrying a torch...”
“What do you know, anyway!” Nakoma shouted, finally turning to face the other with a bitter air about herself. “It’s not like you could ever understand what it means to...to care for someone!”
Puck paused for a moment, staring at the girl with a knowing, taunting expression. Nakoma stared back a bit uneasily, suddenly quite unsure of how the elf was going to react. As he leaned in closer, Nakoma felt herself scooting back uncomfortably.
“And what makes you think you do, Nakoma?” He whispered, resting his chin on his hand. Slowly, he took her chin in his hand, cradling it as he leaned in closer. Nakoma looked away nervously, suddenly very uncomfortable with the other’s closeness. When Puck had finally reached a distance that Nakoma was ready to punch him for, the cool, crisp features of his fall form melted away, leaving behind the tan, strong figure of a rather familiar Indian Brave...one that Nakoma hadn’t seen in a very, very long time.
The girl jumped back, staring back at the trickster with wide frightened eyes. He smirked, moving closer as the girl continued to back away. “St-stay away from me,” Nakoma warned, backing up until she was up against a large boulder...one that she knew hadn’t been there before.
“Oh, come on, Nakoma...” Puck spoke, his voice now that of Kocoum’s. “Didn’t you miss me? Because I really, really missed you.”
“You...you are cruel to me,” Nakoma said softly, looking away again as Puck reached up to touch her.
“Cruel? Nakoma, I’m giving you the chance you never had,” Puck whispered, his face only inches from hers. “Come on...don’t play hard to get...that brat Pocahontas did plenty of that...I’m ready for someone kind, sweet...submissive...”
Nakoma looked back up at Puck suddenly, an ounce of her morals still shining in her eyes as she spoke. “You’re not...you’re not real. This...isn’t real...”
“No, Nakoma,” Puck admitted, smiling. “But don’t you want it to be?” Before the girl could reply, Puck held out his hand, a glass of some dark liquid suddenly appearing. He pulled it close to her face, the rim of the round glass nearly touching her quivering lips.
“Just drink this, Nakoma...I promise you won’t feel any pain...give into your desires...” the Native girl slowly began to close her eyes, not protesting as Puck gently tipped the clear, dark liquid down into her throat. It would only last a little while...and there would be no pain...he had promised her...
===
Nakoma awoke to a painful throbbing in her head, along with the invasive beams of early morning sunlight peaking through her eyelids. A pillow made of rock resting beneath her head suggested that she had slept outside the previous night, and the smell of burnt meat at the smoldering campfire showed that she had let the food overcook.
Struggling to remember just what had caused her to do these clumsy things, Nakoma started to sit up, groaning slightly as she did. She was sore all over, and as she looked down in surprise at her tired limbs, she saw that there were a few bruises here and there...along with...teeth marks?!
Looking down at herself and the now very wrinkled clothes she was wearing, Nakoma’s eyes widened as she saw the edge of her blouse. Though it was very smeared and almost illegible, Nakoma easily recognized the clay-painted bear print that had been left on her from the night before.
Covering her face in her hands, Nakoma shuddered, every inch of her body suddenly feeling as though it were crawling with something live and...dirty. She felt well-used and worn, like an old piece of trash that still needed to be thrown away.
As fresh tears began to rush down her cheeks, and great sobs wracked her shameful body, the Native girl could hear the distant sound of someone cackling in delight...
====
Okay, THIS is what Puck and Nakoma were talking about over in the Festival thread. This was mainly written so that I could hopefully give you all a glimpse as to how I plan to portray Puck in this. Basically, he's just a really bad sob that doesn't give a crap what happens to you, so long as it's amusing to him. He WILL use you for his own personal benefit. There is no limit to what he will do to people that have something he wants, and he WILL use your weaknesses against you.