The mortal and the goddesses (private for Pillar and riri)

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    (if you don't mind, I'd like this rp to be set in medieval times)


    David Fleming was your typical plebian. A hard working, church going farmer who wasn't afraid to beat someone over the head for being a fool. The man was around five feet eight inches tall, with short brown hair and a muscular build. He was also a widower, having lost his wife to the black death nearly a decade ago. Little did he know that his life, and the lives of everyone in his quiet village, would be changed in an instant as a group of divine beings set their sights on him.

    (My OC: Illinoira *Nor*,Goddess of...*Haven't decided yet*)


    Nor had made it a habit to play among the woods; It was fun,especially when she was a fox; No one would see her as quickly.

    You said you were playing multiple goddesses, correct?


    David was hard at work, encouraging his oxen to drag their plow around the field. The peasant wiped his brow and glanced around. By chance, he noticed a small fox meandering around near the wooded area bordering his land. Even a small creature like that was more meat than he was likely to get in months. After a slight hesitation, the man seized his sickle and began inching towards the beast.

    (I have a new idea for the plot)


    Okay,Nor could feel it; Trouble. Her head jerked to the side,spotting...A man with a scythe. Death,danger...Run! Nor shot away into the other direction.

    What is it?


    David swore and ran after the thing. He was a strong man, but he wasn't a sprinter. The fox would escape if he didn't do something. Put of desperation more than anything else, he tossed his scythe, sending it end flying end over end towards the creature.

    A human wail,instead of a fox's yelp of pain,split the air. A large indent in the bushes appeared where the creature staggered off; Almost like it had grown larger...

    David heard the human like shout of pain, and panic gripped his chest. Had he accidentally hit one of his neighbours on a stroll? The farmer rushed over to the bushes and looked down to see what he had hit.

    A brown-haired girl was laying on the ground,a large cut in her back from the scythe. She was curled up,either sleeping or knocked unconscious. She couldn't have been older than 18 or 19; Perhaps even younger. But one thing was for sure; This was the Fox.


    What Nor/Illinoira looks like:

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    The Idea:

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    David stumbled back, making the sign of the cross. "Demon," he whispered. But he wasn't a very superstitious person, and after a moment's time to regain his composure, he reasoned that the girl must have been lost in the woods and was hit by the sythe rather than the fox. Gathering himself, he went back to the girl and knelt by her, trying to assess her wound.

    Nor jerked up,with a faint squeal. She scrambled away from whoever was touching her and backed against the nearest tree. He-He touched her; It hurt...Stung and burned...Her chocolate eyes were wide with shock,pain,and fear.

    "I'm sorry," David said gently, inching closer. "I was hunting a fox, and I must have hit you by mistake. Please...you're wounded. You may die. Let me tend you."

    "N-No! You'll hurt me! They always hurt me!" Nor wailed; The times she had been used and abused by Mortals came flowing back. He would use her as a toy; He would call her a Witch; He would chase her off...

    "Please, I don't understand what you're saying," the farmer replied, trying to calm her down. "But your wound may become infected if we don't get you to the apothecary."

    "Do you want to help me?" Nor was a *tiny* bit calm by now. He seemed nice; Maybe He was telling the truth. He wasn't like the others...Maybe.

    'Yes," David replied. "It was my foolishness that got you hurt. I only want to make it right." He reached out and grasped the scythe handle, then looked her in the eye. "I'm going to pull this out of your side. It will hurt, but I have to do it to carry you to the village. Alright?"

    Nor could only nod; She just bit her lip,trying not to say anything.

    David entered the apothecary hut. The apothecary, an old man named Essus, looked up from a potion he was mixing and put on his glasses. "What have we here?" he asked as David set the girl on the table. "Girl who got injured near my fields," David replied. "Oh? And how exactly was she hurt?" David looked down, ashamed to answer.

    "A scythe. All I knew was a sharp blade in my back" Nor piped up. She had felt compiled to answer; Such was the nature of a dutiful daughter. In her eyes,at least.