Chibi Tor Tor

Trying to glue him back together. He's like Humpty Dumpty.

Manga chara

Dear dear wifey, you draw awesomely and true *huge hug and kisses*, thank you for this image inspired by Suri's super cool clay figure!

And this is my adding some background and whatnot in photoshop:

Chibi Chara 3

Chibi Suri, who needs a paint job to spice her up.

And a more advance Jime. I'm not that great with the advance technique. I down right suck. I'm going to have to sand the crap out of this to smooth it after I hardened it tomorrow. I don't know how to keep my finger prints from showing. I googled some techniques but they didn't help. 

Chibi Chara 2

My first time playing with polymer clay. And since I'm still in my Sage and Angie mood:

Wahlah!

I made Angie first.

These chibi's are based off the chibi maker pictures.

I don't know how to make such a bad ass raggedy coat, so sage got a raggedy gray cloak instead. Used gray to add some color. 

Angie and I weren't/aren't getting along so well. Her damn hand that turns up broke off first at the elbow then again at the hand. And this is after it hardened off.  Sage's was actually much easier. 

Sage has a bit of red glitter as a symbol of his favorite magic. Fire magic. 

Angie has a bit of silver and gold glitter to give her some extra "spirit world" shine. 

Haven't painted faces yet cause I don't know how. And I Don't have the proper paint. Tried to do Angie with a fine point black marker. She turned out like a Chinese man. Used fingernail polish remover to wipe away that hideous face. 

Chibi Chara!

I swear that Chibi Maker flash game is too cute. But there were two options I had to photoshop, mainly, Joslyn's crazy two-coloured hair, and Sage's dreads, which he had before he went bald.

http://www.dolldivine.com/chibi-maker.php

Aren't they kawaii?
James:

 Jamie:

 Jime:

 Joslyn:

 Sage:

 Suri:

 Toren:

River:

Jack:

 Angelica:

A Bewitching Rain 2

誕生日おめだとう！！！これはプレゼント。

Moments ago, Sage exited the travel portal that opened in one of Cameroon’s expansive valley’s a few kilometers from the mountain range. Behind him the portal steadily shrank until it depressed with its swirling colors, its magic completely obliterated to those who wish to follow his magical trail allowing him to be untraceable. And alone. For only he exited the portal into Cameroon where the high noon sun beat down upon his form.  There was no need to search his surroundings. He could read the energy in the air, the lack of a presence other than his own. 

As a spirit guardian, it was probable that she would be bound to the tribe she protected, unable to cross the Atlantic ocean to another nation unless her tribe relocated. Considering the possibility, Sage lamented at the idea of retracing his steps back to the western lands. If he was lucky he’d find her in the same place they last stood. He doubted it. Which meant he’d have to march through that cold, damp, forest again until he reached that tribe who certainly wouldn’t like what he’d do to them if  he ever returned, especially if they refused to reveal how to contact that cursed guardian. 

“What is the name of that volcano ahead?” The Wolf Runner asked from over his shoulder. 

A lesser man would have screamed or jumped. Most certainly would have flinched. But Sage wasn’t a lesser man in any way. Though her sudden appearance surprised him, his curiosity of how she managed to appeared where she once wasn’t without his detection intrigued him. Seen yet not. Maybe he could persuade her to teach him that particular skill. 

“Mount Cameroon. Mongo ma Ndemi to the land.” 

“Oh great mountain,” Angelica said with a resound sigh. “Liquid fire sleeps silently, waiting to depredate the land, only ashes remain, all life extinguished, until new life begins.”

“Profound,” he murmured drily. 

Beneath her lower hood her eyes raked up to his head, down at his feet. “Mirrored before me.” 

A wave of something Sage couldn’t place flowed around, and just like that he could sense her there. Truly there beside him. With each passing second he pondered ways in which he could harness her skills, if not her power itself. He entertained the thought of stealing her power, helping her recapture it only to take it from her. It wasn’t that he couldn’t protect himself again a spirit or god, defeat one. It merely required more energy and focus than he could afford to spare. Not when he had to stop Siti before she stopped everything. And with the power of a Spirit, he could stop more than just his mother. Time would freeze in his reign. He put that thought on hold, a possibility to think upon later. 

“What I seek lies deep in the labyrinth beneath Mongo ma Ndemi. We shall go there for you to see that of which I speak.”

Surveying the ground around her feet oblivious to her companion, Angelica spun in a slow circle. “There are peppermint plants throughout this land.”

Eyes narrowed, Sage crooked his finger, forcing her to attention. “You will take notice when I speak to you. Let this be your only warning.”

She bit his finger. Hard. 

Sage sucked in a breath and snatched his hand away, a spell that would knock her down and out for days on the tip of his tongue.  

“He who last pointed his finger at me stole my magic,” Angelica said. “Never do that again. You have been warned.”

“Ha!” Sage guffawed, surprised that he found the prospect quite tittering. This female dared to challenge him. “Are you threatening me? What with?”  

“I have my ways.”

“Lower your hood so I can see my life flash within your eyes.” 

Angelica turned away, staring at the vast land of mint and wild flowers that stretched for acres untouched. “To threaten he who has acceded my request is most unintelligent. Wouldn’t you agree?” 

He could agree, and he would. Warning understood. To use magic on her was to lose her assistance. He had no doubt if she left, he’d almost never be able to trace her. Almost. He was diligent if nothing else. Determined. If she was his only choice and she decided to run, no matter where she thought to hide, he’d eventually find her. But why go through all that trouble? Sage never casted stones in his own house. Replacing what was damaged required more effort than he wish to give. 

So, fine. No magic directed at her. 

Yet. 

Because, the more he thought about it the more possessing powers of a Spirit Guardian appealed. Possessing magic of a spirit god, Wolf, made the pot all the more sweet. “Knowledge is the strongest weapon.”

She lowered to her hunches ever so gracefully, with an elegance that made his teeth hurt. During the few occasions Sage had visited the court his mother served, he'd witness so much poise he felt starched stiff upon his departure. 

"May I have a satchel?" She held up her hand expectantly, as if the satchel would just appear out of thin air. 

It did. 

"Thank you." 

Satchel in her lap, she plucked the peppermint leaves with pristine precision filling a small pocket of the bag.

"You're wasting my time, Wolf Runner."

"Time is of abundance, or irrelevance. It moves forth and back indifferent of if you move with it. Therefore it cannot be yours to waste." Softly, she stroke her fingers against the petals of a flower. "You must learn patiences Sage. That is key to achieving what you wish, not how much power you possess, fear you breed, or destruction you rain.”

His stare bore holes through her hood into her head, his fist clenched. She was such a contradiction. "You have patiently waited for the return of your powers, but it will be mine, fear of me, and what destruction I rain that will give you that you seek. Do not lecture me about what you know not." Sage walked away, towards the volcano. "Let's go."

Impudent little wench continued to pluck flowers as he stalked away, blatantly ignoring his order. His teeth would crack from the pressure of grinding his jaw if he didn’t remain calm. His restraint had never been tested so thoroughly in such a short span of time with only a few sentences spoken by a sprite of a female. Deep breath in, he exhaled a spell of coverage. Their footprints vanish, the land beneath their feet undisturbed. The spell would work until the reached the labyrinth. 

He was twenty meters away when he heard Angelica's soft footsteps behind. Silently, he listened and studied the way she moved. Her gait. How she distributed her weight between her feet to make as little sound as possible. She glided. It was a walk of stealth, one that had Sage turning to catch the hand that reached to him before she placed it on his arm. 

"There is something that watches," Angelica whispered. 

“Numira.” A shield of absolute invisibility to all senses encompassed them. “Now there is not.” He dropped her hand like a hot potato. “Let’s go.”

The noon day sun began to set when Sage and Angelica finally, after unnecessary time wasted, reached the mountain. 

His temple throbbed, jaw clenched so tightly he’d have to pry it open. Numerous times he’d caught himself with a spell on his tongue directed at his procrastinating, sight-seeing company that just had to stop and smell the flowers at every opportunity. As if she hadn’t seen flowers before. He wanted nothing more to burn it all to the ground, a threat which had the Wolf Runner hesitating to stop and pick a different stupid flower or guide a caterpillar from one tree to another. Guardians, he thought with an eye roll. 

A wave of his hand opened the hidden entrance that led to the labyrinth. He cast an orb of light overhead that followed him inside the mountain. Scouring the entrance for traps or signs of entry after he last visited, he motioned for Angelica to follow behind. 

“That was a nice thing for you to do,” she said. 

“Don’t think highly of it. I need you alive, in one piece, unharmed.” His sole reason for wrapping a temperature protectant around her as they journeyed so deep into the volcano mere centimeter’s separated them from the Earth’s molten core.  

What blocked his possession of the spell was one thing, even if a being managed to come so far after facing down some of the most dangerous and dark magic known to man, the infernal heat of the location itself would kill off most. Also-

“There is a curse of death intertwined with this spell,” Angelica mumbled, fingering the solid wall of emptiness that prevent him from going further as she gazed down at the spiraling slither of silver bleeding purple magic that hovered above the lava. It was a beautiful thing that made it all the more dangerous for it masked the sheer power it contained.  “Intriguing.”

The air on the back of his neck raised. Not from the heat. Not from the spell. But because of her, the strange sense of something else slowly permeating the air. 

“To breach is to die. Absolutely. A painful insufferable death. That is the curse.” She angled her head. “Yet you live.”

“Then the curse is altered for it is not the same as it once was.” 

“Fae magic stretches throughout the spell. Very old fae magic.” 

“Those butterflies are not practitioners of that type of magic.”

“Perhaps they guard it for its true owner. The voices of the wind say they’ll do almost anything if it will leave someone indebted to them.”

Sage chuckled dryly. “There are worst things than being in a butterflies palm.”

“It is well you believe so for we need the fae’s knowledge to get through.” 

“Then we shell find one.”

Angelica held up her hand, a moment hesitation. “Not just a fae. The Fae. A seer. A prophet.”

Angelica had been able to cross the world to African land from the America’s, but he doubted she could get into Faery lands. They were a world of their own, one that bridged to the human world, with no actual connection to Earth, nothing that would allow a Spirit Guardian entry into that wacky forest those inbreeds called home. “Just how do you plan to enter Faery to find this fae?”

“I need not enter the Fae lands. Nor do you for who we seek resides here in the human plane of Asturias.”

A smile curved Sage’s lips. He’d had much fun in the Spanish lands centuries before when life wasn’t a consistent battle. His sister had taking him once. To a festival where he proceeded to get drunk off potent wines, sex the village virgins, and do other equally unintelligent yet fun things a young mage new to his immorality would do. It had been decades since he last returned. Would it have changed?

“Then we go.”

“To the northern most region of the mountain range. The Fae’s land is protected from all travel and locator magic by ruins that stretch the length of a modern day town, and must be journeyed by foot for her location is blind.”

Back into the wilderness

His irritation crumbled the path on which they stood. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I think it is time for a break,” Angelica said sometime after midnight stopping at the forest edge near a lake. They walked for endless hours, the noon sun changing into the evening sun that set and given rise to a moon that now shone brightly from above, an unnatural winter chill in the air. “Before you kill another-“ she blocked his path when he reached his arm into the air at three winged creatures flying in the sky, a patch of black and green glittered against the moonlight. “Do not shoot them down. They have done nothing to you. They are not your enemies.”

“Dragons are forever a mages enemy.”

“Tonight give free pass.”

“You cannot save the world Angelica.”

“You should not destroy it for amusements sake like a child.”

Body wracked with tension, Sage turned until he and Angelica stood face to face. Her hood blocked her face, as did his, but there was no mistaken the intensity of his gaze. His voice low and dark he said,  “do not think to order me about, Little One, out of a false sense of security.” Cold blue fire licked across his hand, his trailed it down the side of her hooded face. “I may forget your value if you continue to push me.”

“You cast a single spell upon me, I’ll cut off those long locks of hair that hang from your hood.”

“Touch my hair, I’ll murder your village.” Throughout the day she trailed behind him spouting, “don’t do this and don’t do that,’’” to the back of his head. Her voice a melodic song, but an irritating song once on repeat. 

The stare match continued until Angelica gestured around them. “Will you please stop and rest. I am not questioning your strength. I wish to rest.”

Grinding his molars, Sage diminished the cold flames. “Sit,” he bit out before storming away into the forest, his cloak flowing in the wind of his wake. 

He walked for an hour. When he put enough distant between his little spirit, Sage threw his fist into the closet tree with enough force to titled the tree. 

“Don’t break the forest Sage,” he heard Angelica’s voice a whisper in his ear. Whether he heard it in his head or carried on the wind, Sage stepped away from the tree. Besides, that wasn’t what he wanted in his grasp, what he really wanted to break. 

So close. He was so close to getting what he desired, to achieving his goal, the finish line in view. His patience weaned the closer he became. It wasn’t the forest or even his companion that frustrated him. It was relying on someone else that really drove him insane. A solitary creature, one who learned before his fifth decade how fragile trust could be, it engaged him to sit back while someone else dirtied their hands. 

He loved his power. Has shown it off to the world on a grand stage leaving no doubt who he was and what he was capable of. Yet he couldn’t even reach his own mother without that magic, a magic he needed Angelica to reach. He snorted. If his family could see him now. 

A twig snapped. He knew she stood behind him. Felt her presence long ago.  

“Come join me. I will tell you of Wolf.” 

“He is my mother’s oldest brother,” Angelica said from her seat beside the fire she had been determined to start naturally. With two sticks. He rolled his eyes. 

He watched as she fiddled with a large leaf she hanged cupped of the flame, water from the lake inside to boil. 

“Ever the arrogant one. Strong. Fearsome. Handsome. He doesn’t like those who a better than him. He believes humans are his personal toys to play with as he wish. For that reason he disowned my mother for her relationship with my dad.”

“How old are you Angelica?” She looked no older than 20 winters. Youthful and innocent.

“Two centuries.”

“Your mother?” 

“Gone where I cannot find her.” 

There was no bitterness in her voice as she spoke of her mother. No sadness. No anger. No emotion at all. Completely different from his own feeling of his mother which was definitely beyond manic hatred. “I’ve seen your father, a man of mortal flesh, yet you are centuries. What is he?”

“The closest thing a human can get to a Spirit.” Taking a handful of the peppermint leaves from her pouch, she proceeded to tear the leaves into equal pieces, dropping them into the water above the flame. 

He watched, curious, wondering if maybe she was concocting a potion of sorts. She picked up more of the large leaves she carefully picked from a tree in the forest, pulling three together into the shape of a cup, doing the same to another. Gently, she lifted the leaf about the flame, swishing the contents before tipping it, the hot liquid following off the tip into one cup then the other. She sat the leaf with peppermint aside. She mumbled a small chant over the cups, one of health and nourishment before kneeling in front of him presenting the cup of hot liquid.

His brows raised, though she could not see them. 

“You wish to poison me?”

“I wish to give you tea. To drink. To soothe your mind as I tell you my tale.” She looked up at him. “You are such a suspicious being.”

He waited to see what she would do. If she would stay where down on her knees until he accepted her offering. When she proved patient, willing to wait all night, he took the cup. Slipping back into her spot by the flame, Angelica held up her own cup tip it to her lips. She relaxed, legs crossed, and began to hum a soft traditional melody. She reached into the pouch for a piece of fruit she plucked from a tree earlier, slipping a knife from a strap of cloth around her ankle. Slicing the fruit into pieces, she offered the pieces to him first. Completely at ease in this setting while he couldn’t have despised it more. 

Biting into the crisp apple slice first, he took a sip, finding himself surprising less tense. She said her powers were stolen, but clearly she must have weaved a spell over him. He could think of no other explanation for his sudden relaxed state, a state he hadn’t felt in weeks. 

“My father is a medicine man. A simple human who lives because of his connection to my mother. He lives because she lives.”

“And if she dies?”

“She will not for she remains in the Spirit World where she is untouchable.Wolf is strong, he could find her, could harm her, but as long as she remains in our world, he cannot kill her.”

He could figure out where the rest of this headed. “You are simply bait. A way to lore your mother out of hiding into a realm where she can die for her crime of mating with a human.”

“There’s a brain in that head of yours after all. That’s encouraging.” 

“Angelica,” his voice a warning. 

“I am second choice. He would have used his sister, my mother’s twin if she two hadn’t vanished without a trace. So yes, I have become bait. Wolf has stolen all but my lifeline magic from me, that which I was born with. It allows me to cross over from this realm to the spirit world, but without my magic, I cannot remain there. I am no more than the mortals I protect. By the way,” she thrust out her foot, kicking him shin, “That’s for my village.” 

Thunderstruck, Sage laughed. A rusty sound. The kick was so unexpected, so childish and dangerous to her health that all he could do was laugh.  

As quick as the laughter began it ended. “Once I will let slide, but not again.”

“You like to give a lot of orders, but it is not in my future to follow yours.” She drank. “Wolf is strong,” she continued, “a power you have never faced. He is tricky, manipulative, and-“

“A change in the wind, a full circle you will make, face to face with the creator at the end, Son of Hecate,” an old, soulful voice spoke from beside Sage.

His hand, dripping in a black poisonous spell, closing around the neck of the old woman who mysteriously appeared beside him. 

“No!” Angelica lunged from her seat, grabbing at his arm, yanking it away from the woman before his fingers touched her. It all happened to fast. Less time than a blink. 

Successfully maneuvering herself before him and the intruder, she kept his hands behind her back. “Do not touch Fae. Mortal and Immortal are driven to insanity by her touch, a torturous faith you will never escape.”

Sage flicked the spell away before it had a chance to infect Angelica. “It is not wise to suddenly appear before me. I do not like surprises.”

“This is my land young mage,” Swirling metallic silver eyes narrowed threateningly on him, but he noticed that she led with her ear, not her eyes. Blind? “Land that you have destroyed in various ways since your arrival. Those who hurt what is mine will suffer the consequences.”

His lips curled dangerously, accepting the challenge in her tone. He’d kill this sightless fae. The prospect excited his blood. “I’ll let you smell what you love burn to the ground before I end your life.”

“I come to gather information, Fae,” Angelica cut in, “of a deflector, one that cannot be crossed, breeched, or moved, coupled by an old fae spell of destruction. It surrounds something that I seek, a way to regain what was mine. Will you pardon the mage and help me,” she called the old fae a word that even his translation spells couldn’t decipher. But he kept his eye on the possible threat before him. 

Fae’s shifted her head from him to Angelica, though her eyes remained locked on him. “For the time in which you offered your assistance I will give you what you seek.” 

“You are forever helpful,” Angelica said in way of thanks, something she would never do. 

Fae’s eyes swarmed a majestic green. “Magic gains its strength from he who wishes to posses it. A sacrifice must be made.” 

Throwing a final threat at him, the Fae disappeared. 

Angelica remained in front of him for a few seconds before stepping to the side. “You are forever seeking death. So much death. Next time I won’t prevent yours.” 

He didn’t respond. He would not die. Not now. Not anytime soon. Not until that bitch went first.  

His brain was already ripping apart what was said, twisting the words around until he knew the truth behind them. An ability he developed during his youth while living with a woman whose words never meant the obvious. 

A sacrifice must be made in order to weaken the shield that protected the magic. Back in the labyrinth Angelica has said their was a death cruse, a curse that wasn’t there days before when he last visited. The shield gained its strength from those who wished to destroy it. The stronger the seeker the stronger the spell. It saw he and Angelica together as one. Their combined strength perceived greater than their individual selves. An easy solution. 

“We must return to the labyrinth,” he said.

She Who Dances in White, Wolf Runner, Angelica must fall.