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Stranger in a Strange Land

Her breath hitched as began to come back to reality. 'Just a dream,' she thought as her eyes fluttered open. No. Not a dream.

A nightmare.

Something on her skin was hardening, it felt a bit like a face mask drying and tightening over her flesh. She looked down at herself as the black substance hugged her curvaceous form and became a strange catsuit. Willa ran her hand over the costume. At first, it was gooey but as it came to its final stage it felt more like a mixture of soft leather and rubber. Despite how tight it was on her skin, it was easy to move in.

Picking herself up off of the floor, she took in the strange living corridor. Something about the movement, perhaps it was the pulsating, made her stomach turn and she vomited. As she looked at her own sick, things came into sharper focus. She realized she was very awake. And very much not at her parent's home.

Shaking, her mouth opened to scream but only a soft squeak escaped as the scream caught in her throat. Willa allowed herself to sink back onto the floor as her body continued to attempt screaming. Tears rolled down her face. The voice caught her by surprise and she stopped the futile attempt at making any sort of sound. She looked toward the sound and found a pair of eyes staring at her. As quickly as she could she backed across the floor and hit the living wall. It disgusted her but she was no longer able to move. Her body was too weak from fear.

Stranger in a Strange Land

She was home just for the summer and planned to do as much as possible while at her family’s ranch. It had been a long and exhausting day working with the horse she’d had since she was a child. They had enjoyed many pleasant trails and the warmth of the sunny day. Later her family had a barbeque and everyone had come to see her. She was exhausted.

Willa had just gotten out of the shower, drying her dark brown hair with a thick towel. She was dressed for bed, shorts and a tank top. As she sat on her old bed with its flowery quilt she noticed just how much she had changed since going off to college. There were boy band posters, horse posters, and pictures with friends adorning the walls – which were painted a soft lilac color. White vanity and dresser sat at the side of the room. It looked just the same as it always had.

She quietly laughed to herself as she dropped the towel into a hamper, grabbed a thick hoodie and went downstairs. Her family had gone to bed by this point. Willa took a beer from the fridge and went out onto the wrap around porch. She popped open the beverage before sitting on the swing bench. One of her feet touched the cool wood and helped to move her as she sipped.

The sky was clear and filled to the brim with stars. It was easy to forget just how many were out there when she was in the city. Across the way was the neighbor’s corn crop. She could hear the horses whinnying and settling down for the evening. Nothing much had seemed to change with the house and ranch. She was the one who was different.

About to finish her beer she noticed a strange light in the sky. Willa’s eye narrowed as she tried to make out the luminous shape. It seemed to zip here and there – much different from a plane. She stood and leaned against the railing of the porch. The object got bigger and bigger. Willa felt a chill settle in her stomach. Whatever it was, that thing was not natural.

She abandoned the beer and rushed into the house, making sure to lock the door. As if that was going to keep whatever was coming out. It made her feel better though. Taking the stairs two at a time she dove into her room, closed the door as quietly as possible, and slipped into bed. She pulled the covers over her head as the light from the object shone through the window. ‘”I’m dreaming,” she whispered. “I’ve got to be dreaming…”

Stranger in a Strange Land

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It made me think of man bear pig

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I have to say, I'm pretty damn proud of that first post. Classic Millie.

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Millie

Millie scowled as her home on wheels trundled along toward the village as she had been directed. She was mumbling to herself as the wagon swayed. She could just barely be heard above the clopping hooves of her two draft horses. “Ach – what sort of a stupid name…? Damn spirit of the gods be right fooked in the head, he is. Man Person Thing. Bossing a woman about. Asking her to go right into the hands of danger.” Behind her a small window slide open and a pair of brown eyes stared at her.

“What do you want Girl Child?” the woman asked gently, the scowl disappearing from her face. The child’s brow knit in concern and she made a movement like playing a flute. Millie stiffened. “Aye, yes lassie I be damn pissed about this. Fool be askin’ me to put you and Kitty in danger. I tell you, if he were a might few inches shorter I woulda smacked him up the head with the fryin’ pan. Damn all to the eggs and bacon.” Girl Child grinned and Millie wondered if the hot frying pan would have really done any damage.

“I tell you my darlin’ love, don’t be meddlin’ in the affairs of –“ Whatever she was going to say was stopped by the sun turning a strange color and the sounds of a village under attacked met her ears. Millie pulled up the horses and climbed down from the driver’s seat. “Girl Child,” she called. She hopped out of the carriage and ran up to Millie, grasping her hand nervously. Millie smoothed the girl’s gentle waves. “I want you to stay with One and Two,” she indicated the two horses. “And if anyone besides me be comin’ toward you, high tail it outta here.” The girl nodded and clambered up into the driver’s seat.

Millie started walking toward the village, cautious. A large dusty looking white tiger hopped out of the back of the wagon and caught up to her. “You should stay with Girl Child,” she told the cat. He said nothing and merely padded along side her. She rolled her eyes. “Can’t be tellin’ a cat nothin’.” She thought she saw a glimmer of a smirk in Kitty’s eyes.

When she reached the town, it was all in chaos. She sucked in a breath as she saw a mother drown her babe in a horse trough. What in the name of the seven senses was going on here? She rushed forward in an attempt to save the child. The woman back handed Millie and it was apparent it was too late to save the babe. As Millie took a few steps back, rubbing her cheek, the woman advanced with her hands outstretched. Kitty pounced on her, knocking her down. He then bit her neck, snapping it like a twig.

Millie turned her attention to the village again and began to wade her way through dead bodies and violence. “I swear,” she mumbled darkly, “If I see that good fer nuthin Chaos Trickster I be havin’ a few words to box his ears with.” Finally, she saw what she was looking for. A ridiculously tall man. She had been told he was tall. She had trouble imagining anything otherwise due to her short stature. But this man was a giant. Millie dodged around a puddle of blood and sick and came to stand beside him.

“Holy Mother of Tits what be happenin’ here, Turkey?” That was the man’s name, right? Probably not. Whatever MPT had said it was there was no way she was going to remember it. “Where be the others?”

@Fetzen

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There we go! She's up~

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Millie

Name:

Millicent "Millie" Davinsgirl

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Age:

25

Home Nation:

Touch

Appearance:

She is a sturdy and strong woman from years of hard labor and gardening. Curvaceous and freckled. Her hair is a wild mess of frizzy curls that defy any attempt to pin it up so she lets it hang down her back or might bind it at the back of her head. She wears simple clothes, light, and easy to remove. She is also very small, standing at about 5'0". Wears her metal glass pendant at all times.

Bio:

She was born a simple garbage rat on the streets. She picked pockets and stole bread in order to survive. Millie lived with the other children and did not have a name at the time. Mostly got called Girl. Davin took her in and trained her in the finer points of being a barmaid. As she grew older she excelled at it, taking no sass but knowing when to be flirty and smiley. She was simply called Davin's Girl up until her 12th year when she decided on her own name.

She also began to grow into her gifts and was then taken in as an apprentice to the local healer. She learned the secrets of herbalism as well as the magic of a Touch Healer. Around 19 was when the healer kicked her out to make her own way and so she has traveled the whole of the world, plying her trade and gathering information from other healers in the other territories.

While visiting the Nation of Sight she was called to heal a very sick child. She spent three grueling days in the Healing Tent. It left her fatigued but the child was safe. The Aristo who was her father gave her a Familiar. Three days of his own life had gone into the pendant. It was a fair trade for three of her own. The familiar it called was a large, white tiger named Kitty. He was meant to help keep this traveling soul safe. In her travels, she also obtained a garbage rat who she calls Girl Child. Where she is from and what she can do is unknown. Mostly she helps in the Healing Tent and providing Millie with hard labor.

Personality:

She is a strong, independent woman who takes no sass. No nonsense and always to the point. Her words may be blunt, direct, and harsh but she also has a motherly side to her. She takes care of anyone and everyone who would come to her. She might cut them with her tongue but her gentle, calloused hands soothe.

Quirks:

If annoyed she may smack the back of your head... or sic Kitty on you. Has a penchant for keeping things clean and tidy. Loves hugs but will rip your face off if you pat her on the head. She claims to belong to no nation.

Skills/Magic:

As a healer, she has a great knowledge of plants and how to turn them into potions, poultices, and salves. She is also skilled at creating her own bandages and clothing. She can stitch up a wound as was done in the old ways as well.

As a Touch Healer (Unregulated), she can use heat to completely seal a wound. Or force her hands into a body to heal what is broken inside. The more damage the more heat it needs. Hence the Healing Tent. It is a stick structure that is round and covered in leathers and furs. Inside a pit is dug to hold rocks heated over a flame outside. Water is poured onto the rocks to create steam and it is from this the healer draws power for greater healings. Herbs are also burned inside of the tent. This healing can leave the healer incapacitated for up to a week, depending on how strenuous the healing is.

Weaknesses:

She is a major grump without her coffee in the mornings. Will heal anyone, even a proven enemy. Children and youngsters appeal to her heart. And she is a romantic beneath her thick, rough exterior. Kind words, compliments, and flirting can knock her off-kilter.

Equipment/Items:

She carries her Healer's Tent lashed to her Gypsy Wagon. Inside is her home which she shares with a large cat and child. Cooking pots, food storage, bedding, the works. She also owns two draft horses which pull the wagon.

Kitty

Girl Child

Either cannot or will not speak. Is about 8-9 years old.

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I wasn't sure if I was supposed to post it here or PM it... So I pm'd it

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