May 30th, 2011 - hey guys! I'm going to be reformatting this page within a few months or so,
so that it's readable, get the links to work, and I'll also put more art up!
I've made a lot of Sokkeia since I've been frozen!

[Last updated} April 10th 2009
[The music} The All Spark, followed by Bumblebee ♥


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Stitches, perhaps, truly do hold everything we enjoy, together in their small part…

Plushie. The word sounds ridiculous; or rather- it was beneath your own age, instantly calling you back to the idea of a small child. Yes. The images appear rapidly, and you start to wonder when was the last time something so small could have brought someone such as yourself as much joy as these…things, once did.
These things, indeed, were made to look happy with stitched-on eyes, and a face that was ever smiling; a look of permanent joy and of which you looked at too long at, could bring a haunting feeling down your spine. Animals and creatures filled with nothing but stuffing, and yet, were able to bring joy to a young face; yes…we've all held one close to ourselves at one point or another. Held always at our side, dragged around in the dirt as we went traipsing about wherever… they had a special spot in our soul and we couldn't let them go. They were our friends, irreplaceable.
But at one point or another, as all things occur, we grow old, and see the world for what it is. We view for the first times the things that matter; or perhaps…the things that never did. And so, there came the day were you took your dear plushie and stared it in the face, looking for the love that it once spurred in you; but, instead, you only saw synthetic material- an empty creature. They were never alive, as much as the smaller version of yourself had wished had believed. The days where you played out in the sun with your companion, where they roamed and explored the backyard at your side, were long past- a dim memory in your mind. It was nearly foreign to you now, this animal you once knew so well.
It is hard to do, but we all realize they are nothing but cloth and material, and it had been your own mind who had become your best friend.
But…is it? True, there may be nothing in the eyes that are now scratched, and the body of which is battered may be full of nothing but cotton…
In the world in which you reside, a plushie is nothing but that; empty. But here, in the place you now stand, you are somewhere different entirely. A world in which a person can stand before you, made up of nothing but bits of fabric and string, and talk to you freely. A place in which the unimaginable could happen… and, the unexplained. You could call it magic, but the magic from your world is of sparkles and glitter, faeries and enchantresses.
When something unusual occurs here, one would not think twice about it. Perhaps special powers from fantasy novels don't exist…but who knows. Maybe they do, but who is to judge? Normal is not longer normal, and a plushie who was once your best friend could just easily could become your worst.
Even if she was never even alive to begin with.

We are all grateful that Flaries is not writing this…

She didn't appear to notice her surroundings because she was so lost in thought, as she perched on the edge of a table, tracing her fingers lightly through the air. The thin fingers seemed to leave trails of a dim shadow in their path, almost like smoke streaming from a doused candle. The substance wavered in the air before disappearing, as if it was a dance by a forgotten ghost. Her face was empty of any thought- even her eyes seemed to be elsewhere, seeing another world, which perhaps… only she knew of.
Without glancing up at you she murmured, her lips barely moving, "The world isn't made up of the good and bad."
You start quickly, surprised at the sudden and odd comment, but before you even had a chance to respond she continued, "Not all is black and white. Sometimes you need to look around and take in all the shades of color in between."*
With a slight sigh, she stretched her long arms above her head. These arms were odd- they were covered in various patterns and designs. You eyes had drawn directly to them at first; but hadn't lingered long, moving onto the many patterns and colors that seemed to be molded into the different fabrics she wore to match her odd arms.
She stood up now, in manner of which that stated she was done here, when at last, she finally turned to look at you. Her eyes were bright orange.

*"Who are you?"*
A smile flickered for the briefest of seconds across her face, though it seemed to hold much more than that of humor…her eyes betrayed the small motion.
*"They call me Sokkeia." She paused, evaluating you; you could feel her eyes moving from the ground upwards, "But don't let the people here live your life. Name me as you wish."*
It was only now that she had said this that you had noticed her hands, clasped around something, her fingers twisting along whatever it was in an anxious manner. As you stared, you were able to catch a small edge that was illuminated briefly, the light streaming through the window reflecting off a surface of a sort.
It was a stone.

Just a note; Fleana realizes that she can be extremely…long winded when it comes to –short- stories. The idea of short stories just does not occur to her and it's been pointed out before, so…. if you ever get bored, just skip over parts. It's amazing enough that you are here, apparently~
For reviewers or if you are just visiting, there is a summery of her story beneath the third part. Or, at the end of all this gibberish, if you would like to call it that. But truly, nothing ever has an ending, right?

Part One
How someone as lovely as Sokkeia came to be –coughs-
You'll love her…in the end, anyways.

It was cloudy, and everything seemed so… blurry. Greens and blue hues melted across my vision, and small bursts of bright colors accompanied them occasionally like an orchestra of color performing before me. It wasn't a dream…but it could have been one, for all the memory I have of this part of my life has simply drifted away, even afterwards. As hard as I tried, I could not focus my eyes, and after a while, it seemed it wasn't my vision that was deteriorating; but my mind was acting as if it were cluttered up with some sort of virus. My thoughts drifted in and out quickly, it was if a heavy blanket was left draped over my mind leaving me unable to think…my thoughts were unable to remain focused for too long before they evaporated. I reminded myself of a goldfish at one point; whose attention span was less than three seconds; …but quickly, I forgot that as well.

Though the sensation of drifting, forever drifting, was vividly present. That was the one thing that did stay in my mind and of which I would remember later on. It was if I was traveling across the world when I was half awake, stuck in moment of awakening, not knowing who or what I was. My name was long gone, as well as any face or day that I had stored in the contents of my mind. It seemed as if the blanket that smothered my thoughts was also an absorbent one as well. How convenient.

However, time did pass, I knew it did; for I felt the different season's breath on my skin, but it was as if they only lasted for short amounts periods of time before I recognized a change of weather approaching once more. What was time, anymore, though? Something…and as these years, months or perhaps even decades passed, my mind slowly grew stronger and my ability at holding streams of ideas together progressed.
I felt not only seasons anymore, but I could recognize the shift in climates as I roamed the earth and skies; I noticed as the misty world of colors around me changed and morphed. I couldn't be sure where I was, or more importantly, what I was…if I ever had a good idea; it was gone quicker than the forever changing scenes around me. Perhaps I was a ghost…but no, I had no body as far as I could tell. This had confused me at first; as I lacked the understanding at how I was able to sense things around me with no…body parts.
It didn't bother me though, or it couldn't; for my mind was so scattered that the possibilities I came up with were severely limited. And this is all I remember up to now, as I drifted over the world like a mind wandered from its body, and it appeared that this would be all I would ever do. Or at least, I expected it to be so.
I could waist hours attempting to bring things back from my forgotten past in my present state, but I had an odd feeling that my mind had been broken open and the contents poured out…and now they floated away. I sometimes wondered if anyone would find them out there, memories among the skies…
Floating thoughts, the very idea.
And then suddenly, my days of roaming ended. For however long I had been in that hazy state, the spell was broken. Somehow.

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The movement of colors that surrounded myself slowed; it was if you were speeding down a highway, the grasses rushing past you in a blur, when you hit the breaks and everything snapped into focus. Shapes became clearer with sharp detail, and I started to recognize where the ground and sky lay; up until now everything had been…a bowl of color.
And then…I tripped.
Okay, it more was more like I had suddenly fallen from however high up I had been, seeing as I had no body.
But, anyways, the next thing I knew, I was looking directly down with my eyes unfocused, smelling the pine of the wooden ground. It took me a second to realize I was in some sort of building because I was staring at an actual floor, and then a shock ran through my body. How could I smell? As far as I could tell, I had only been able to feel, see and think…
Thoughts began to rush at me as more sensations began to occur all around. My sight was able to move up and look around, like a floating ghost, having no head to confine my vision- (at least, that's how it had been while I was floating, but I had never noticed it), and I watched with astonishment as whatever was left of myself hovered above in a mess of fabric on hard wooden floor. Of course I couldn't see myself, but I had the feeling that I was…there, on that pile. Random patterns were strewn about the room as if a spring cleaning project had suddenly turned into an out-of-control hurricane. I knew I was there; though I had no being or body that showed…I was invisible, but, I was there. I guess. But my attention was suddenly caught as a shadow suddenly flittered across the bits of fabric, and a dark shape could be seen faintly…and my sight? Well, it stuck.
Odd. I was only able to see directly into the fabric now, where my conscience lay. And with a jerk, I was able to realize that my view wasn't stuck- rather, that my sight now belonged to eyes…that blinked. I stared at the mess of cloth around my …eyes…as the fabric below me started to bend and morph into a liquid like state, and it this liquid edged upwards, as if attracted to me, and surrounded the edges of my sight, blocking off more of what little I could see now…it was wrapping around what was soon to my head, as I assumed quickly.
The sensation of feeling intensified as I flicked my newly formed neck backwards, and I turned to look at my half-created body.
It was incredible to watch, as the fabrics and threads seemed to just…melt and wrap perfectly about the shape of a body. My... body. It was if it had always been there- though I knew this wasn't possible…seeing as I had never had one. Had I?
The process was quick, whatever it was. What had caused it, I don't know…but it didn't bother me all that much. I sat up, stretching out my arms before me and wiggling my newly formed fingers. A soft burgundy fabric made up most of my body, but the pile of discarded patterns that were scattered about had made a collage across my chest and arms.
Well, at least I knew I was female now, as I gazed down at my bare form.
That would not do, however.
I found myself absent-mildly finger-ing some bit a bit of rough cloth as I looked about the room, taking in the piles of materials lying about. This is definitely a place to make clothes, I thought, grinning to myself. I dropped the piece of cloth, startled, and my hands rushed up to my face, feeling my mouth, shocked that I had smiled. As I touched my skin, it felt smooth, almost human like. Was I a human? My skin was made of sleek cloth, but what was inside of that? I shrugged.
It appeared I had little curiosity, anyhow, it was bad to dwell on things that you could never find the answer to.
Standing up, I barely hesitated before rushing instantly over to an inviting cabinet that stood along a wall with large shelves, and I found the doors were open, the contents scatter about. Gazing inside, I felt the odd feeling of delight as I saw rolls upon rolls of fabrics... these new emotions were so foreign to me, it was hard to recognize what they were at first. And yet, I recognized the uncanny pull towards the exotic fabrics…perhaps it was because I was now made up cloth myself. I wasn't sure, but I pulled the large wraps out, sizing each, as possibilities ran before my eyes.
What then followed would seem rather ridiculous to some, as I dashed about as if a child in a candy shop, gathering up anything I liked and piling it onto a work table. This room was a warehouse of goods, but I figured any good tailor would keep a workshop such as this well stocked. I wondered briefly who owned the place, and if they would bother to come in here soon.
Well, it was night at the moment, for I had gazed out the window with a slight jolt and saw the moon shining down upon the landscape outside.

For I had not noticed the darkness at all, and I was going on as it were day… it appeared I had night vision. Like a cat.
Ptah.
Whoever owned this place wouldn't be in for a while then, at least, and I was already deep in my project, running my hands expertly along the length and folds of material, measuring and snipping, as if I were an expert at this craft to begin with. It was a bit strange, and yet it felt so right. Some of the objects I used…well, I wasn't even sure of their name or purpose until my hands seemed to lead themselves to use them. It all felt so familiar, and yet at the same time I had no idea what I was doing…something was directing my every step. I laughed easily at the absurd idea, for it appeared that I was to be an active seamstress by night, well, what next?

It was late in the following day when I finished, content with my work- I paraded around the room in my new outfit, twirling about on my feet like a nimble ballerina. The clothes very almost glued to my form, they clung to me so, molding with my skin…and yet, they still moved easily enough. I was proud of my work; and secretly glad I had found I had something I knew I could do. Shoes though, had been the only thing I was incapable of letting this expert body create...even after I stared at a piece of fabric wishing the forms of boots to spring to life. I felt no direction of what to do- nothing guided my hands, as what had happened when I created the clothes.

I was staring moodily at a roll of leather when I heard a noise behind me. A sound of a key clicking a lock and the squeak as the door to the room opened and I whirled around, grimacing.
A man stood there in the doorframe, he was young and as he looked shocked at the sight of the room, I sized up the room reflecting on his reaction. It was true that it was quite a mess, what with my work leaving the room in a much worse state than it had been in before, with the desks covered in unneeded material. It took him a second before he appeared to register me, standing in the corner, hovering over the stupid roll of unhelpful leather.
Instead of waiting for him to respond, I asked sharply, "Can you make boots?"*
He just stared at me, and he walked forward slightly, at a loss, and I rolled my eyes.
*"You know, people just don't fall out the sky every day. I need something to put on my feet, I made the rest…" I lifted up my right foot and wiggled my toes in exasperation, indicating my new socks, as he glanced quickly at some décor on the wall near the window his mouth slightly ajar.
He kept looking back at me and then back at the wall and I snorted, slightly annoyed now, "Are you going to speak?"*
Humans. If this was how they all reacted…
It was then that I noticed a slight shimmer around his form as he moved slightly, for whatever it was had caught the light from the window, as he began backing a few inches outside the door once more. It was odd, liked a slight shadow that hovered about his shoulders, barely noticeable to the eyes; but the movement had been enough. It was hazy and had the strangest pull of attraction on me, for as soon I began thinking about, the feeling of needing to touch it occurred. Strange. It was much like when I first saw all the fabric and felt the urge to create something…but this time, on the other hand, I had no idea what I was dealing with. I had no idea what it was, and the man was not helping matters. Had he never seen someone in here before? Shouldn't he be angry…or something? I am an intruder, I suppose.
The shadow was so enticing though… It couldn't be too horrible if I just touched it, could it? I shrugged and began to move forwards as the man began to mumble something about artifacts and how they were never meant to work.
As I grew closer though, he turned around completely and started shouting down a hallway outside, his voice echoing strangely, "Jeff, I think you should come down here…"*
And as he turned around, his eyes upraised to the thing on the wall once more, he jumped backwards, surprised to see me standing there so close, and I raised an eyebrow.
*"What's wrong, love? You act as if you've never seen a woman before. Perhaps you just never stand a chance… with anything beyond your level of comprehension."*
And before he had a chance to respond, or even let his anger mirror in his face, I was reaching out, my curiosity controlling my body and I leaned forward and traced a single finger through the darkened air about his shoulders.
Almost instantly his body froze and grew rigid, and he fell with a heavy thud on the ground. I looked down at him, slightly surprised; he seemed be unconscious as he lay there in a crumpled heap…or something like that. However… the shadow still hovered around my finger...swelling and growing in thickness. What next happened was a little unexpected, for the smoke was…absorbed in my hand? And quickly, it was gone completely.
I felt an off feeling enter the length of my arm and slowly travel through my body, as if I were being filled up with a cool air; but it has a much more complex feeling than air…it almost seemed to have thoughts of its own.
I had no time to dwell on this though; for as the last of the black substance was absorbed into my body a second man appeared, he was much older and grizzly looking and I scowled as his question of "What's happened…?" trailed off quietly.
Would these humans not leave me be? I could get nothing done with them in the way…
He too seemed to have the faint shadow around his body, and I focused on it, allowing my eyes to adjust in order to see it clearly…my sight seemed to have changed with this new body, indeed.
*"What've you done?" the man shouted, but I merely shook my head and laughed slightly.
*"Nothing, there is nothing to fear here."*
If he believed me, I doubt I would have let him have a chance to respond regardless, for with a swipe of my arm, he was laying haphazardly on the ground beside his companion, with his shadow now swirling around my arm. I sighed, for my path was now free…but I turned around and gazed at the wall. What had the first man been staring at so intently?
I turned. Nothing was there but a few small dull stones worked into some sort of elaborate design of iron. Shrugging, I left the small room, dashing down the hallway on nimble legs…oh, what a joy was it to run.

Part Two
Thief
There comes a time when you must go with the flow of the wind, and see what will become of yourself…

I dashed outside into the bright sunlight of day and practically shouted aloud in delight as I shook out my hair out and grinned up the bright expanse of sky above.After a few moments, I paused, gazing at my surroundings. This tailor shop appeared to be out a short distance from a crowded city; I could see the gates already teaming with people in eager to return home at the distance. It would have to do, until I found somewhere else to go.
I would need to eat. Even if my memory was gone, the basic things of living as a human remained vividly in my mind.
Crowds of people were much easier to slip among…
-You like that, don't you?-
The sudden voice had made me jump slightly and I stood stock still, as another voice seemed to swell and echo quietly in my mind, -Wait, where am I?-
I groaned as the feeling of smoke that had grown inside of myself seemed to move and shift as if it were alive; it was the sensation of nervous butterflies flopping around throughout your entire body. But, much, much more uncomfortable.
I knew right away that I had not killed those men, but had taken something from them instead…
Well, this was a surprise, after all.
-Where do you think you are going, now?-
I growled sharply, "Where I please."*
-I'd like to see you go anywhere. They will know who you are, you bloody spirit.-
Spirit was I?
A confused and muddled stream of thoughts filled my mind- it must have been the old man, he had been there for shorter amount of time and didn't appear to know what was going on. The young man was not speaking aloud, I realized suddenly- but merely thinking direct thoughts…I wondered why I hadn't heard him earlier…I must have been too preoccupied to notice his mess of thoughts floating around mind.
The feeling of drunkenness emanated from, I assumed, what was the old man, what with the way his thoughts seemed to melt apart with no aim. Well. I started on a brisk walk, doing my best to ignore this new found unpleasantness, as I moved towards the city gates, enjoying myself in the nature that surrounded me.
Though… I really had not bargained on how much harder it was to ignore the …men, now that I had their minds. Was it really minds, though?
At a particular strong remark that contained a few colorful worlds, I stopped mid-step.
I hesitated, and deciding to say something after all, and went on, "Well, you two seemed rather unruffled at this whole ordeal- more than normally someone would have. Honestly, who just stands and stares when you find someone…breaking into your place?" I laughed, "Perhaps you may know something that most don't; and as to your earlier remark- I shall think I will have no problem going among your peoples unnoticed."*
In return I got a jumble of curses and insults and that I rolled out responses quickly at- not paying much attention to what I was saying, it was amusing to feel the anger within myself that radiated from a being, especially when it was not my own. I didn't think I could get angry at anything at the moment… having no memory of my former self. What was there to feel annoyed? Except… I could get angry about boots, perhaps.
But when I was nearing the gate my mind seemed to kick in after the younger man had managed to keep up an ongoing commentary about how I was nothing but a pathetic being who was a disgrace to any world and on and on. I said nothing in return, but the thought occurred to me; how would I remove these two?
You would think, that after a while, they would get old. Amusing or not, I did not appreciate carrying them around like a horse. I was quick to return to the tailor shop, moving faster now, looking forward to moment of departing.
-Ha, you think you can do what you want? Just wait until you find something stronger than yourself with better magic…-
*"There is nothing left in this world but petty village witches, you useless human- there is no magic, be quite."*
It was a rash guess, but from the scenery and the reactions I had received thus far, I thought the hypothesis must have been accurate. By the lack of response I knew I had been right. Served him right, the idiot.
There was still one obstacle though; how to be return the smoke, along with their mind, to their bodies. I stood there out in the front yard pondering; there really was no logical answer, for all I had done was touch the weird substance and it had come willingly enough. Now, would they just as willingly leave? I fingered my temples willing an idea to appear in my mind.
But the stupid idiot was going off again, distracting me, his thoughts were yells in my mind- and yet he still didn't know why I was back here at his shop; oh how thankful he would be when he did find out. Not that he deserved it. The old man still couldn't gather his thoughts; which I was grateful for, it would be worse if there were two of them going off endlessly.
-You have no plans do you? Just wander around, destroying people's lives…-
Enough was enough though- I was tiring quickly of this uselessness, "Get out then, and don't come back!"*
And to my utter surprise, they responded to the order…was that the trick?
The smoke billowed around my midriff after it extracted itself from my…body, and floated outwards in small stream across the air, moving sporadically, as if it was searching for the bodies. Which it seemed it was unable to do. Well, they'll find it eventually, I thought as I my back on the building.
But the faint shadowed smoke had reminded me of something…
Something like who I once was…
Before I had a body made up of cloth and thread, I had been empty like that- with no form. But, I had not seen any sort of smoke when I was floating about…and yet, hadn't my ability to see become slightly… altered since then?
Perhaps I had really taken their spirit…or was it a soul? Souls fit the category more…but…was that all I was? Was I nothing but a lost soul; without a body?
I started walking quickly, eager to get away, and after a few minutes, I smiled to myself. The idea wasn't too bad, because stealing souls; well, that was far from ordinary. It might just work.

The rock bounced of the dirty stone wall, landing with a small splash in a pool of muddy water below; the flying drops managing to reach my face even from the distance. I picked up another and threw it at the wall, a little impatient now. I had gotten easily in through the gates, but now it was a matter of waiting for the sun to set and darkness to rule the sky. I was down an alley next to a shoe shop, waiting for my cover of night to come and aid me. I figured evening would come soon enough, but waiting in this smelly alley was quite boring. I refused to leave this place until I had what I wanted. But for that reason no one bothered coming down the alley, except the occasional street rat. Two dusty kids had stared at me, startled to see someone looking so clean in a dingy alley before running off, tossing some mud at my feet. I had bit back the urge to go after them.
I hadn't planned much as I stood up, stretching my sore legs before walking out and into the street beyond, later that evening. There was still a fair large amount of people lingering about, but it was obvious things were slowly down. I walked casually into the shoe shop and glided over to the boots I had spotted earlier. I had walked down the street and saw them from the corner of my eye…they were, to say simply; perfect. Someday I would be able to make something of these splendors. Or at least I hope so, anyways. Until that day of inspiration would strike me, I would do with these boots.
Without hesitating, I put them over my dirty feet and moved around in a circle peering down at my legs, admiring them. I finally was contempt now that I had footwear, and I started to move towards the entrance when the teller running the shop caught up with me at last.
*"So, you think those are the ones?" he asked, in a overly helpful manner.
I nodded brightly in response, and grinned at him, " Oh yes; they are beautifully made. I doubt I would be able to make anything like them."*
*" Well, that's wonderful; usually people can never find a pair of shoes they want on their first try. I'm just sorry to see those go so quickly- Old Jenkins just put those up. If you'll follow me, we can get those checked out and bought-"*
*" Oh yes, I have an odd thing when it comes to clothes, it almost like they were calling my name, " I paused and snorted, I was sounding ridiculous, "And I don't think I'll be buying these today. I rather don't see the need of spending money, mainly of which I don't have."*
When he looked confused I headed for the door, "But you don't need to worry; if you continue to make wonderful creations as these; I'm sure you'll have plenty of business to make up for it."*
The look of comprehension flashed across his face and he responded in an offended manner, "You're new here, aren't you? This city may be big; but I'd advise you return those, or else I'm afraid to say you will not turn out so well in the end-"*
*" Mm, thank you for the warning, but I don't need to dabble in petty little things of which you speak; if there is anything people here should fear- it would be… me."*

Sometimes it appeared that I was doing things that I choose too; and at other times actions and what I said seem to come from someone else entirely. Much like the whole clothe making process. I just went along with them, more or less, for whomever and whatever was directing my actions seemed to know what they were doing. I startled myself at times, regardless; it was entertaining, not having to think completely for yourself.
Later that evening I asked myself these questions, as I settled down into an abandoned complex with numerous broken windows. I had come upon what could be nothing less than the ghettos, as I wandered about, roaming the dark streets. Well, there were plenty of old buildings to choose from to make a home, and I did easily enough.
Though the odd part was that although I had been awake for longer than an entire day- I was not the least bit tired. Even as I lay nestled in a bunch of ratty blankets- they still brang warmth even if they were worse for the ware- my mind was still spinning. Thoughts of this new world keep colliding with new designs for different outfits as I struggled with my over active mind. I wasn't hungry either- when a normal human should be. Was I really nothing but stitches and seams? I pondered over what could be dwelling on my insides, apart from detached souls of others; and I paused to see if I was actually breathing…but I couldn't tell.
Those ideas alone solved many problems and at the same time, opened more, but, at the moment, I didn't mind here lying in my makeshift bed. I was going to need to work a bit at this place in order to turn it into a workshop…
I jumped out of my muddled thoughts as a sudden crash from the entranceway downstairs startled me back to the present. I was on my feet in one swift movement, my eyes glancing briefly out the window into the dark night as I walked silently to the stairway.
If I could see in the dark; well, the intruder most certainly couldn't. I hope. That was about all I had…for now.
I saw them, before they moved up some sort of light barer to their faces, causing their features on their faces flickered in the odd light. They stood in a huddle at the bottom of the stairway, squinting up at my form.
I was quick to speak, wishing to get this over with so I could be alone once more, "It seams I'm not the only one who resides here. Well, this place is my own now if you couldn't tell," I paused and smiled slightly, "What can I do for you?"*
I heard a snort of disbelieve as one of them moved forward up the stairway- I was assumed it was their leader- as the five or six other men looked to him once I spoke.
He kept his face smooth as he moved upwards to where I stood, and pausing a few steps down and spoke with a husky accented voice, " I don't think you understand just who's town you are in. This place isn't yours."*
*"Oh really?" was he really trying to intimidate me? I wasn't sure; emotions were still hard to register, "I was under the impression that this building was abandoned."*
*"I guess you know nothi' of how things are run 'round here. We are gonna have to teach you something or what?"*
I stared at him in surprise *" You think you own this place? That is… rather advanced for humans; but you never know- your species continues to impress even myself."*
*"Why you little wench—" he retorted, moving his hand to his belt.
I didn't bother waiting to see what he was going to do as I leaped down the last few steps separating us, and with a swipe my hand, I dodged around his shoulders quickly. I hadn't been able to see the smoke; but I knew it must have been there- I felt it slightly the closer he had gotten.
Before he had even had the chance to look surprised, his body was sent tumbling down the stairs, landing among his men.
I moved downwards, gazing at the men who now stood around in shock at what had happened; one shouted up at me, "What've you done to Thor?"
I hadn't even opened my mouth to respond when two of them came charging, hands extended and weapons reaching strangely, but they were down within a few seconds. All I had to do was get near enough for some sort part of my body to absorb their soul; the rest saw this and had fled.
One still had managed to slice my arm, before I had got to him in time. I fingered the loose open material on my arm curiously. I'd need to stitch it up.
*"Some men you have," I said sarcastically, knowing that the men I now carried would be able to hear me as I watched the retreating figures.
I waited for the oncoming stream of thoughts; for now that I wasn't using all my attention on what was before me, I would be forced to listen to them.
-What the-?-
-What have you done to me?-
I gazed down at the three bodies at my feet, letting them register what that meant as they saw through my eyes. Or, at least, as souls, I thought that was one other thing they could do while inside my body- use my eyes.
Well, I took by the swell of anger that I could confirm it that they could see.
*"I've taken your souls," I said quietly, hoping that they would calm down; my head was beginning to ache.
Instead of receiving a direct response, a crowd of confused thoughts flooded my mind, and I added, "This is why I do as I please here, you understand?"*
I moved over the bodies and walked into the room beyond and gazed around in the darkness, "Well I suppose I'll have to keep track of you all… if you decide to attack just about anyone with less than saying more than a few words to them."*
I turned around on a though, and bending over, pried free and weapons that were near the bodies, and tossed them in a corner.
I laughed aloud at their jumble of thoughts and anger "In other words I'll be joining your pathetic group since I have nothing better to do. Now, return to your bodies."*
The one called Thor was the first to regain control of his body as he sat up and glared at me, "And just exactly who do you think you are?"*
I was holding the a large knife in my hands, examining it, before pointing it at Thor.
*"Well, I don't exactly have a name you know," I didn't remember it anyways, if I had one it was gone along my memories; but something had been lingering on the edge of my mind for a while now so I added, "Call me Sokkeia."*

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I went to live with these people of the streets; it was a slightly interesting life style to say in the least. These thieves, as they called themselves, would protect the surrounding area in the town, for a cost of each shop owner's expense. Without them, neighborhoods and shops would have nothing to stop raids on their property. There was no one else for these people to turn to for protection. There were "thieve" groups stretched across the entire city, while they still stole from other revival areas; they did it in order to survive, from what I was told.
It was necessary for them to eat off of what they took and made, though I usually kept my distance. They all appreciated that, even if they would not admit it; for once they found out I didn't seem to need to eat food, they had looked at me oddly and refused to get to close.
At first though, when the rest of Thor's ranks were introduced to me in…various ways, they refused to accept me. I had went to each of them in turn instead of letting Thor explain, and swiped their souls- while watching the others in amusement as they coiled away in horror. Thor, who was naturally arrogant and rough, took two more times of me carrying around his detached mind before he finally can to submission. The second time I wouldn't allow him to return to his body for a week. I don't think he liked the idea of a woman overpowering him; but he got over it with time.
It was only after the week long experience that he realized what potential I had; what with the fact that I never grew tired, and I was able to prevent anyone from getting close enough to touch me. Not that they wanted to, in the first place.
He set me to work, doing solo raids on rival thief grounds, and I began to experiment with what I could do. I found with my 'soul carrying' I could only hold a person for as long as I could personally bare it; it was too uncomfortable though- the more people I had at the time, the worse it became with the thoughts and I was often too confused to think straight. Not to mention that blocking the people all together was difficult once I began to hear them. The souls, in turn, responded to direct orders and would move about if I told them to; but only when they were detached from their bodies.
The only problem, was the distance from the person in order to take their soul, was quite an obstacle; and there was no way around it. No less hand lengths away, and even that far, the process of absorbing it seemed so much slower and sluggish.
But I proved more than adept for this sort of work and as the months passed I helped the Thor expand his territory- if you call it that. And in return for my service I was brought whatever fabric and thread they could find, and I began to build up a small workshop of my own in my rundown building.
I know I wouldn't do this …thief work forever, I was not a thief, to say the least. It figured that after a mere few months, things began to change once more, moving away from the temporary way of life I had started to build.
The change was brought from the rival thieves… it came, steamed out from the network of thieves; they had learned about me- and were greatly angered that the group I was in now had a "weapon" stronger than any of the rest. Clashes were beginning to erupt in all parts now, and I frequently came across groups of them attempting to take- or persuade me to join them. It was becoming quite the nuisance, and I longed to leave these quarreling men to their pointless business and lock myself away in my home.
I was becoming a little edgy of it all, and the constant interruptions of my preferred quiet life finally made me give up in frustration. I had been on my way to see Thor to talk to him about myself leaving; when I ran across Meelod, one of Thor's men.
He was looking even more worn than possible when I spotted him, and I handed him the scarf I made this morning, pulling it out the bag I was carrying, "Take this, you look cold."*
He nodded his thanks and turned to gaze down the empty street, "Sokkeia- I've heard word that someone has figured out how to—"
He paused, looking uncomfortable, but I was used to this now and I crossed my arms expectantly, "Go on."*
*"Someone up on the east side they've got man who is going to make—uh, more of… you. "*
I raised my eyebrows and said quickly, "Who is he?"*
Meelod shrugged, "Don't know; but he's got a place up north now, and they say he'll make a great profit if he's successful."*
I felt suddenly cold at the very idea and I shoved the bag full of clothing at the man and said in a hush, "Tell Thor I'm leaving- and not to look for my return. This life is not for me; …and no one like myself should be forced into a life of this."*
He look startled, but I turned and starting running in the opposite direction before he could respond, heading to the northern reach of town. No one should be made to act as a… slave, I shook my head, and I just wondered if this man ever did capture a… wandering soul, if they would be the same as myself; or if I was an exception and had more qualities than normal. Or perhaps, there is more to this whole business then I could ever imagine.

Part Three
Sometimes we all go a little power crazy;
but you just don't mess with souls
just….no.

I passed through the northern gates quietly, and found my feet planted on a cobblestone road that stretched out before me. Why was it that I felt a slight pulling on myself now to head this direction? I had felt it ever since Meelod had told me what was going on… I must be imagining it. I would have felt it earlier then, wouldn't I? The whole ordeal must have been going on for a lot longer then I could have imaged; but the feeling was persistent. It reminded me vividly of when I had first seen a soul floating around a person's shoulders; the need to touch it had been so strong…but only after I had seen it. I wonder if that applied here, it would help in locating this…person. Just follow the pull, and perhaps it would take me to the place where the man dwelled.
What was it though? How did you trip and capture souls? The idea was rather mystifying to even myself; and I even began to wonder if it would pose a danger to me.
I ignored that though, and concentrated on trying to find a direct location; it was hard to tell where it was, but as I began to leave the outer houses and buildings of the suburbs, and came across more and more farmland, the pull grew stronger. The feeling was becoming quite uncomfortable too, something I could live without- which forced me to move quicker, wanted to end it all. As I traveled onward relentlessly, the direction of which the pull came from became clearer…if that would be how to describe it. Instead of a general feeling of unease that swept my entire body, it seemed to pinpoint on the skin that faced whichever direction the source came from. I got off course a few times, but I retraced my path back to where I could feel it once more.
As I wandered hopeless on and off of the trail; and I began to feel the difference in how the pull… felt varyingly. It was after a few days when I saw the ruins of an old building in the distance, and with a satisfied feeling I knew it was the place. The area was covered in eroding scattered buildings such as this, and abandoned barns that looked longingly over weed-invested fields. As I grew closer I could see it was a long ancient tower of the sorts, with its stone walls crumbling to the ground and breaks of brick in the shape of small squares for windows, but they only stood at the very top on the old tower. Up until this point I had been traveling over open grass land and farming countryside, but, a forest was creeping up behind this building, as if it were to consume it soon in its many trees. Already trees to could be seen to somewhat conceal this building and it was overrun with plants and vines that had made the stone its new bed.
I waited for the cover of darkness to approach it; knowing it would be wiser to do so, and hid among some shrubs at a distance. The tower itself was narrow, but at its base a rectangular room was attached on; and it appeared to still have its roof intact- even if it was sagging under the weight of plant growth. The entranceway could be glimpsed slightly at an angle, for it was a break in the wall with no door- no doubt any door would have broken down long ago with time. I could barely see some sort of movement and an occasional burst of light; but that was all. But, it could my eyes playing tricks on me- as eager as I was to see anything.
As soon as the moon had risen in the sky- of which it was nearly full and flooding the normally rich green landscape with a strong silvery light, turning the entire scene eerie looking, I finally moved, crossing over quickly to the entranceway in the rectangular room.
There were no windows to peer through, so I gathered my breath as I moved along the wall while stepping over fallen bricks silently, to peer into the doorway. Once I was able to see inside, I felt my breath quicken, as I took in the empty room. There was nothing in it, save for a small bed in one corner and assorted essentials needed for a person to live here. That was not what had startled me however, but at the end of the narrow room, there stood another entranceway in the wall, and a bright glowing light could be seen flooding through it; and what was most startling was the rich color of the light- it was crimson red.
As soon as I saw the lights I nearly stumbled, for the pull was irresistible; stronger than I had ever felt before. I knew I should turn back, it was sure to be unsafe- but I was set on ending this all. What was I to care anyways? I was not one to fear…
I closed my eyes briefly before entering the building, walking softy without realizing it, and I scrunched my face as the bitter smell of rot slammed into me. Only a human would live in such filth, hmp.
I froze where I stood as I looked into the tower room, as the light washed over me, bathing my skin in red. My entire body began to tingle oddly…
For at the center of the room was nothing really at all; but a large white circle drawn on the dirty floor with old ruins shapes traced along the edges. Lines that resembled veins connected the outer markings to the center of the circle where an object lay. Objects. The veins on the ground were pulsing bright white and in turn this light seemed… to reflect a red glow on every surface in the small room.
But through the haze of light a stand of some sort could be seen…or was it a rock?
*"Ah, I thought you might come here," a cracked and old voice floated towards me.
A figure now moved around the edge of the curved wall; and with a shock I recognized the short old man merging from the clouds of light, was the old tailor; his eyes now where bright and eager- he was obviously sober at the moment. But what was this old sleazebag attempting to do? And why hadn't I paid more attention to his thoughts when I had had the chance…
*"You thought you would go unnoticed in this world, didn't you? But, word travels quickly, even among the thieves. Tales of your work reached my ears and as soon as I heard what you were capable off; I realized what you were."*
I frowned at him, but I had nothing to say in response; I took the pause to examine him. He held no weapon beside a small pouch around his neck that looked empty at most; I sighed, as I attempted to imagine what could lay in such small sack.
After my silence response, he went on eventually and pointed to the center of the circle, "You see there, a spirit gathers. Those stones appear to attract your kind- its how you managed to end up in my shop to begin with. I had purchased the stones thiking them of nothing but a decoration; we knew of the tale of their dabbling with the spirits, but things like that simply do not happen. Nothing more than old wives' tales. Or so I though."*
I glanced over at the circle now, and this time I could make out three distinct shapes, outlined in the light, and above… a dark shadow was gathering slowly, "And the point of the red…?"*
He laughed softly, "This tower used to be a wizard's home. Or so they say that he was here centuries ago when magic was still big in these parts. I thought about reviving some long dead enchantments that were placed on this place…which might enhance the stones pull for spirits. I found some battered old books of the wizard's buried in the foundations. Which was working to my fortune, the books worked; for it has not only brought you back here, it also attracts another. Those thieves will get what the may, but after that- I can see it now, the power I will hold over so many…"*
I was no longer paying attention to the ongoing rambles, instead, I was eyeing the distance between the two of us, if I could only get close enough…
He snorted in impatience as he saw my eyes flickering about and said harshly, "Give it up. You cannot take my spirit now, you wench, of course you are not the first of your kind. Protection comes first," and he picked up the pouch around his neck, "It's stored away and protected so well you will, never, be able to touch my spirit again."*
*"No…" was all I could manage, for I had instantly locked my eyes on his shoulders, and strained my eyes looking for it.
The light in the air made it hard to see; but as soon as I focused on looking for it, I saw the dull grayness about his shoulders, hovering as ever before. What? What was he going on about then? His soul was still intact completely.
But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense- he wouldn't be able to guard his soul at all- because he wouldn't be able to remove it from his body without loosing the ability to use his body at all. But then again, hadn't he just said I had taken his mind …spirit?
I laughed aloud, "You know, you might actually want to know the name of what you are dealing with, so you actually look up the correct way to protect yourself. Not that any of that" I motioned to his book that he clutched in his hand, "Is useful to begin with."*
And with that, I leaped at him; he was more athletic than I, even being as old as he was- he moved backwards swiftly. I rushed again, not needing to pause in order to catch my breath before moving again, and as he stumbled, I slashed my hand near his chest.
Close enough.
I felt his mind enter my body once more after landing hard on my knees. Rubbing my legs, I looked down at his discarded body, before standing up once more. I snorted, disgusted at the idea of capturing a soul and selling it. Moving along the length of the wall, I found the narrow space between the wall and floor spell widening, leaving a nice open space beside the circle of light.
An alter stood there, with a small deer laying motionless on top. It was lifeless; or it appeared to be so, but it had no sign of any wounds. Just another proof that the magic human dabble in, is useless, I suppose. I stared at the fawn for a second, letting my mind work over an idea briefly.
Without hesitating once, I spoke quickly, "Old man, go, go to this dear. Perhaps I will be rid of you for good this way."*
He had no choice but to do so, and I felt his disgruntled thoughts melt away from my mind and within a few moments the dear's eyes flicker to life from their previous dull state.
I leaned over him, and whispered, "I am no spirit. A detached soul is something much different than a spirit; for spirits are mere memories…I'm not even sure if spirits are real, they may only be tales from the frightened. However, I am real and whole; and I am now standing before a soul who has lost his way so completely that there is nothing left in this world for him but eating grass. You will no longer bother any of our kind, deer."*
I left him there, bawling helplessly in a pained voice of an animal. Before I left, however, I walked across the circle etched in the ground, and felt nothing as I crossed over the ruins etched in the earth. In fact, they merely felt slightly warm, as light should. I reached down, and picked up the stones and tucked them in my pocket before kicking dirt over the white lines and the light was extinguished. For now, this was over; or so I hoped. The only good part about this journey was they fact that was to be a deer, that could be seen acting oddly, in these parts from now on.

The stones seem to collect the wandering soul slowly, and it was a few days before the presence of a being was fully there. But when it was, I instantly absorbed it without meaning too, and so my trip back to the city was full of up muddled thoughts and confusion.
So, I had discovered what I was to do now. Collect the wandering souls, by keeping these stones always at my side…

I had scattered a great heap of fabric across the floor, after returning home, and threw wads of string on top of the mess, before calling on the young soul, "Go and lay on the pile now, so you can form your body."*
I watched the black form of the smoke respond and watched it as it faintly lingered above of the mess I had created, and waited…
And nothing happened.
Why wasn't a body forming?
I waited with impatience for an hour and yet nothing resulted. Irritated, I absorbed the now confused soul once more, and paced about my work room. Perhaps my likeness towards fabric was an individual talent, and the soul was gifted in other areas…
But this soul needed a body.
…what if I made the soul one?
I glanced at the pile; I would have no idea how to even start. What would I fill the inside with? I couldn't do something so fine and specific in shape… but, even then, my hand began to itch with impatience, eager to try itself against the new challenge.
It just must be one of those things, then.
I reached over for a wrap of red cloth; yes, this would do nicely…

No one blames you...

The Summery
For those sort of time of sorts...

Fleana is not a writer, nor will she ever claim to be one. But if haven't read the story, well, you've been saved. If you have…well, you know who Sokkeia is now, anyways. For those who need a summery to save time, or just would rather not strain their eyes reading, this is the summery;

Sokkeia was a bodiless soul, detached from anything, and has no memory of her past life. She comes into reality after floating around for years, not knowing who or what she was. Sokkeia fell into the real world, or her world, and lands on some cloth and thread in tailor shop, and this forms a body in the fabric around her floating soul thing. She finds she loves making clothes, but not shoes, and can freeze and temporarily take people's souls. She discovers this quickly finds after overpowering up two annoying tailors that find her locked up in their shop, and she kind of…steal their souls because they are annoying her.
But, they complain while she has them (she can hear them in her mind) and are quite rude, so she returns their souls to their bodies.

Sokkeia moves into the city, and lives with some thieves for while, helping them out and experimenting with her "powers" and tests her limits. She finds she doesn't need to eat or sleep- and that she really doesn't feel like a human at all.
But word gets out that someone has figured out how to make people like…Sokkeia, and they will be used as pawns of power in the world of thieves and beyond. Sokkeia hunts this person down and beats them up nicely, putting the man's soul into a deer so he really…can't do so much anymore.
The man had been of the tailors that Sokkeia stole the soul from in the beginning, and he had realized it was three small stones that were on the wall in the tailor shop that had brought her to this world. He had enhanced these stones with magic, so that they worked faster, and even after the spell was broken by Sokkeia, they still continue to pull in souls quickly. Sokkeia takes up the stones, and now, whenever someone falls in the world via these soul stones, she makes them a body out cloth and thread, since they are unable to do it themselves.


What you see on the surface is much different than what is...beneth it.

Who is this...Sokkeia?
Shes really not that bad, honestly.

Looks are not everything perhaps. Sokkeia, when you first see her, in her wide arrange of outfits and clothing would seem someone so unlikely to be, uh, well, not alive.
But apart from that small factor, she is well known for kidnapping people, and torturing them until the consent to her trashing their entire wardrobe, with Laouka at her side, lecturing them all the while. Not that it takes a long time for people to give in to Sokkeia; you try having your soul kidnapped and see how you would feel afterwards.
Though Sokkeia's love for her sewing shows her downside quite vividly. Sokkeia has very little love to give, and she demotes most of it to her work, and a little to Laouka the fluffball. She isn't exactly one to be solitary, but she dislikes too much interaction with people, thinking them rather idiotic. She can be quite sarcastic, and enjoy spending a great deal of time with a select few- but, what friends she has; Sokkeia doesn't feel any strong connection of love and devotion. Yes, Sokkeia is nice, when she wants to be, and she will make fun of you in a kind way. People, to her, are people. And nothing much more than that. It will take a much stronger force to change her view of the world, though...
When Sokkeia is not locked away in her shop, she enjoys browsing the shops downtown, mostly at night. She loves the glow of streetlamps and candles, feeling more secure under the cover of darkness. She does like the town life- often thinking the countryside drab and boring. Farmers know no fashion.
Also, because Sokkeia is now keeper of the stones, she spends a lot of time working with younger souls, adjusting them to the world after she has created their body. Sokkeia would never admit it, but she loves the job. Even though she is still learning to be a human herself, and at times, she feels the ones she has brought into the world are better at becoming human than she would ever be. She is prone to sitting on top of buildings watching the world pass on before her. As different as Sokkeia may be, she is still easy to get along with, never really getting into a bad mood, and enjoys a good laugh. She doesn't care who you are and will talk to anyone, as long as they're not an idiot and dress right. But if you get her annoyed with you, which rarely happens, she will kidnap your soul and take you for a ride. Though Flaries is an exception...its rather common to come across his body abandoned with his soul missing...





He steals strings, eats them, and spits them out as gits for people.

Laouka the ball of fluff
A ball of fluffiness...that lives. And bites, too.

For reals. Laouka is a wild ball of fluff. His kind are much know for their wild wanderings of the open forests in the northern reaches of the county, and they don't appreciate warm weather too easily. It is much harder to keep their fur up to standard condition in the humidity, and beach sand is not a friend with long furred...animals.
Laouka is no different. Though Sokkeia has long suspected that he has no idea how far south he really is, and he simply got lost years ago, and with a lacking sense of direction, wandered around for a while. Or just walked in circles, until he happened to notice Sokkeia walk by, and enjoyed her scent of string and cloth so much that he permanently attached himself to her shoulder. He is a bit of a nuisance, and eats more cloth than Sokkeia can keep track of. But of all the things he likes best...is string.
Sokkeia has to keep all her string locked up, or else Laouka will snat-ch it, chew on it, and hand it to her, a present. He never seems to learn that no one appreciates it. Not even Flaries.
Always making a mess, Laouka is a little devil, but a good companion to Sokkeia. He gives her opinions on her work, as he sits critically from her shoulder and has picked up a sense of fashion from Sokkeia. He will wrinkle his fully nose at your poorly chosen outfit.

Magic has been gone from this place for years, no, a soul is much more than that...

The Soul of Sokkeia
Can do a quite deal of lot of things, when it chooses too...

What? How could you call it magic?
You would more likely get a slap from Sokkeia rather than an explanation after demanding to know her powers.
She'll point at you, scowling, and say she'll show you fairy powers.
Then she'll probably take your soul.
For a while.
But there really is no guarantee.
Maybe you'll learn your lesson this time- or perhaps the next, but I just hope that you do so soon.
…because this soul business?
Well, yes, it can get rather nasty.

After Sokkeia takes your soul; you're completely at her mercy- for in your separate form you are susceptible to her commands. This may not seem too terrible bad at first- until you realize that she can not only control the return to your body- but control your return to ….any form. Usually, while you reside in her body you can keep a conversation of sorts going- and if you annoy her enough she will not be specific in her commands…and you may end up in, say- the body of a squirrel. But it's not that bad, really…
For soul is quiet useless unless it has a form.
Yet, you must remember that Sokkeia herself is a soul surrounded…or, trapped, in material- so her body does not require sleep or food. But she is also denied the pleasures eating, and munching on cookies. She can taste- but no more than that. And yet, she can also, see, hear, touch and smell- and is almost alive save for the fact that she is hallow on the inside. She doesn't have super human abilities, other than the ability to see at night, and spot people's soul floating about their bodies. Which can be useful at times, but she is no faster than a human, and can be …damaged. But she easily repairs herself with a needle and a bit of threat.
Indeed, her sewing skills is the nearest to superhuman than one could get, with the way she creates things… the clothes almost seem to have life added into them once she has finished. You can feel the life vibrating in them, and the way they fit about one's body…its nearly perfect. Nothing challenges her but to come up with a unique idea…even when she is leading in fresh souls to this world…
For Sokkeia is indeed keeper of the stones, and will create bodies that will surpass any human in build out of cloth and string, that are only fit for a soul to indeed live in.

Well now, its nice when she likes you, but for people like Flaries...you may want you run?

Loves
Of the few things in this world...

-Sewing, what else?
-Fashion and design
-Kidnapping people who can't dress, taking them back to her place and making them a new wardrobe
-Raishil...sometimes.
-Boots
-Bright colors
-Konnie
-Making bodies out of cloth
-Stealing souls for revenge
-Boots
-...and stealing boots.

...& hates
of the petty humans that create them...

-Making boots
-Idiots.
-Pink frilly things...too much is overkill
-Vaesko. needs. to. learn. to. shut. his. mouth.
-Flaries...
-Stereotypes
-Ignorance of fashion.
-People who can't dress
-CROCS?!!! What the heck are those?!!!
-Plastic shoes in general. SERIOUSLY GIES?
-Fur coats...just, ew.

The few that will stand by your side until the end.

The Relatives
Um, can a soul have a family?

If you wander about Sokkeia's...uh, home- you'll find some pictures hanging about the place. While it isn't entirely possible for her to have realtives, we all know that the ragtag bunch that has attached themselves permatly to Fleana's ankles are not realted. It's just not possible.
Anyways, while not everyone is close to Sokkeia- even if she wishes it or not- they all know her. In some way or another.

Flaries
My page *"...You know that Sokkeia? She's GOD."*

For the oddest of reasons...Flaries thinks Sokkeia is the coolest thing since sliced bread. No one is sure why, and Sokkeia is offering a nice reward for any who can figure it out.
But, he is prone to following her around, talking to her n-blocked- as if she was acutally listening, messing around with her work, and just being a nasiuance. At least he is trying to be nice. Most of the time he just bothers people delibertly.


Amayiaza
My page *"And I thought, growing up in a castle, that I knew all there was to gowns and ... the like. "*

I'd just remind you to call her Iaz- but Sokkeia has that down. If there is anyone that Sokkeia enjoys spending the time with most it is Iaz. While Iaz isn't into the lush outfit- Sokkeia apprechiates her good taste all the same, and often can be fount draging Iaz into her workroom for advice.

Keoula
My page *"Well, Sokkeia's okay, but doesn't she do anything else? "*

Quick to sneer and ridicule, it's easy to understand why Keoula has few friends- if you could call them that. Sokkeia has a respect for the dragon however- as Keoula has for the soul. Over time, Sokkeia has helped out Keoula in a few tight spots, but its just one of those friendships where neither side talks much- but'll always there to lend aid.

Aviael
My page *"In all my travels, I have never seen such a unqiue person- in who she is, and what she is made of."*

It will take Vaesko and Aviael's combined effort to drag her out in the small word in which Sokkeia's lives- as Aviael takes her on one of her many travels. It's with Aviael that she learns a bit of culture and turns what she sees reflects in her work... It's a very good thing that Aviael is kinda and pateient.

Zarinte
My page *"Well, she's the closest person I've met who can't die. I think."*

While a little subdued in attitude, Zarinte and Sokkeia quiet enjoy each other's company. They are alike in many ways- and yet are so utterly far apart in others that they seem to get along quiet fine. Which makes no sense, if you ask anyone but Flaries.

Zakirrianua
My page *"What?"*

If you ask, Sokkeia will role her eyes, and say that Flaries duck taped the picture to her wall. Also known as Floresta- hes Flaries's ONLY friend. So, taging along at Flaries's side quiet often, he often finds himself in Sokkeia's presence. More mature and calm, he acts as a sort of medator when things get...ugly. (But he still throws mud at passerbys with Flaries, for fun)

Unable to find pictures for--

Sioa
My page *"Well, fire and cloth don't go together- it's as simple as that, I'm afraid."*

Yes- fire and cloth are not advised to sit side by side. Even in Sioa can control it. It doesn't help that she spends most of her time roaming the deepest parts of the ocean with Aiyaake, doing whatever it is elementals do. Firey stuff, I suppose.


Icecreasts
My page *"Um, I don't know her that well--"*

Also know as Ice, she enjoys keeping to herself most of the time. In fact, we really don't see her all that often. Iaz told Sokkeia once that she suspects that Ice went off to study the ancient magic of water and air- but no ones knows what quiet happened after that...


Ivaneh
My page *"It is a shame she has no meat."*

Sokkeia and Keoula are the only ones who have enough nerve to approch Ivaneh, at the moment, even then, they leave him to what he does. When it comes down to it- Sokkeia doesn't really respect Ivaneh at all for what he does, but I suppose she realises it is who he is. She's contemplating stealing his soul one of these days...


Aiyaake
My page *"Well, seeing as I have this oh-so-lovely curse on me, it best I don't get too near to people..."*

Like he said. Aiyaake has a little...problem, where he turns into a man-eating moster/creature thing at night. Not a lot of fun, well - Sioa likes him, buts she a little weird herself.

We all have a soul, living inside of us. You just better hope that it doesn't walk off, one of these days...

The Art of a Soul
What makes up our dear Sokkeia, and the so few like her...


Kcaidun the stone of the mind.

Capturing a soul is not nearly as simple, nor as complicated as it may seem. Many have argued that the soul is a complex thing- something that it is impossible to describe completely, much less; destroy, or confine to a specific place… before it will wander off once more.
This is only partly true.
Souls, in themselves are hard to control- to overcome one is almost as easy as capturing a shadow that forever evades your line of vision. Without a shape they have no form, and flit back forth between realities, forever taunting those who dare follow their path. A soul will float freely about in its current state, unless confined to a form; whether they are captured and forced into one, or bonded by choice. A soul, as much as it is found in its natural form, will choose confine itself at times- and the strongest example of this that we see in the world-- is the one of body and soul. For some reason, these shapeless beings cling to newborns with a vigorous desperation that is hard to understand…perhaps, it is in a vain hope that it will truly be able to live again through a body. But, for a soul, what is it to truly live? What causes a soul to cling relentless to one thing, and to depart for years of wandering the next evening? For we all know, how easily it is for a soul depart from the body and never return…


But of all the things that could deceive you in the ways of a soul- never think that it is complex. Something that has no form cannot be taken apart and split into numerous bits and pieces; analyzed so, until it is no longer what it was to begin with. Some things are meant to just be left alone, for if you delve to deep…you can become lost.

There are two main parts of soul that are know of at the present; that of the heart and of the mind.
The mind is the key to all things- the anchor that sets us apart from each other, and which brings out a person's traits and personality. It is who you are. Without it, a soul cannot function properly, and it will lead a lifeless and dull lifestyle, lacking anything at all indeed. Although the mind contains much- it is simple in the fact it is an individual, and with a soul it takes a mind, perhaps not carrying it completely, but still enough intact so that it has a thought process of its own.
The heart, on the other hand, is a little bit easier to understand- so it requires little explanation. It is the most independent thing in the world as a whole; and though it has a heavy influence of its surroundings, it can more easily live the life of the soul than the mind. It is often the thought that it is the mind itself that pulls a soul and along and leads it into a confined life in a body- and the mind, unable to function without the heart, takes it along with it. The heart is the strong force that keeps a soul pure; but the heart is also easily scarred.


And, so you now know the relationship of heart and soul. But there is also a third force, which is unknown. It is unheard of- and the reason we only know it even exists is because of the stones…

The Stones
Yes, it is possible to trip over something so small…

There is only one way known that will bring a soul into this world forcibly, pushing it to take some sort of form. And this is using the stones/ of Estofan.
It is known- that a soul will bind to a body from birth and stay with it until the body itself will wither away with


Omatali the stone of the heart.
death- and that is when a soul will depart once more. When the soul leaves a body at death, the memories and habits of a past life die with it, as most of the mind is left behind as the soul leaves…but this cannot be helped. So, when it decides to rebind to a new body, it is making a fresh start of sorts.
This is because the amount of mind and heart can vary per soul…
On the other hand, when the rare soul decides to leave suddenly- not willing to wait for death to come, it is able to take with it more of a stronger mind that normal. This is evident in Sokkeia with her connection of sewing with no memory of it; and other small traits along those lines. Souls that up and depart such as that are more prone to be attracted to the stones of Estofan. This is because of stones are believed to attract the mind of the soul- and because so few souls depart early, this may be why the stones have attracted so few over the years.
The legend of the stones, however, go far back into history. Like anything else that cannot be described and fully understood, there are stories passed down through the generations. The stories now told about these particular stones are now saved for tale told to a small child- if there are but a few that remember the lore about them at all. If anything is to be noticed of these stories of heroines, it is that the three stones are never together completely. They are either alone, or only in pairs; which means they could never have worked properly. So, it is understandable that in any believe in the power of who possessed any one stone at a time would had disappeared. When all three were finally brought together it is unknown- but it is understandable that they were added to a wrought iron décor. For in daylight the stones appear dull and colorless- but when a wandering soul is near, they become a rich clear color…almost as if they were made of a glass that was not entirely solid…

The stone of Kcadiun is the more widely known of the three, it is the stone of the mind. Attracting the mind, Kcadiun is believed to be the strongest. As the mind leads a soul, so does the Kcadiun leads the stones, as it pulls on anything that wanders near by.
Of the heart, we had the stone know as Omatali. The heart is a necessary part of a soul;



The unknown.
The heart is a necessary part of a soul; but as said before, the strength of the heart in a soul can vary much like the mind and its memories. We can guess that someone like Sokkeia's soul has a weak heart- but, it can also grow…it just takes a little effort.
And the last stone has no name, for its feature is unknown. What it attracts in the soul is a mystery; if it does at all. It could be that it binds Kcadiun and Omatali together, but for now we can only guess as what purpose it serves…for one thing is sure, because without it, the stones hold no power.

The three she has brought into this world thus far...

The Young Souls
Even if they are not so much younger than Sokkeia, herself...

In passing, Sokkeia calls them her ultamate works of art. For really, they are.
As keeper of the stones of Estofan- the one thats pull wandering souls into the real world- she is obliged to hold charge over these new souls.
When Sokkeia "fell" into this world, her connection to fabric allowed her to create a body without and aid- but for others, this is impossible. So, when they first come back into realtiy above the stones they have no form- and Sokkeia must make them one.
It is something that would require skill of the highest level, to create a body out of cloth and threat...and yet, Sokkeia manages it, somehow. After locking herself alone in her workshop for a few days she will come out later with another at her side- someone new to this world. And she must show them how to live...or at least, try.

Tahoula
With a passion for chocolate...

Tahola is a people person. Really nothing else can be to describe her.
Her soul is evidently full of heart and her manner only can be seen refelecting it; she is eager and full of energy, and can often be seen skipping around, wanting to do doing something interesting. She simply cannot sit still enough to learn any craft or something worth while, and spends her messing around, and often getting on people's nerves. Tahola stated once that she wants to meet everyone in the world- so she can never fear of being alone surrounded by people unknown to her. But her fears are noexistant, because she is ready to bound up to any stranger and engage them in conversation- whether they like her presense or not.


She acts like a child in many ways, enjoys chocolate like no other, and waists time at parks and fairs. Sokkeia really can't stand her unending source of engery, but will put up with her when she needs something exciting to do. But most of the time she'll bring Flaries along with her if she plans on meeting Tahola- so Sokkeia won't be forced to talk too much.

Kyle
He hates talking, and why don't know why...

From the start Sokkeia knew there was something different about Kyle. Because he never spoke, not really, anyways.
He'll only say anything if you're not looking, and even so, it will only be a few words at most.
But it is something easy to get around, for it appears he has a special trait to him. You can read his thoughts just by looking at him.
It's like when you look at someone's face and are able to read their facial expresion, and guess their thoughts from there. But when you gaze upon Kyle, he doesn't even need to any look on his face- you simply know what is on his mind. You do not hear direct thoughts...its just a vibrant feeling that emantes from him, but only accessable when you set eyes on his face.
Because of this, Kyle mostly keeps to himself, but isn't nessicarly shy or nonsociable. After he left Sokkeia, he moved off and out of the city, out into the open country, and from what she hear, near the ocean. For Kyle likes the quiet life of the ocean side, and empty expanses of water, where he can live without too much ineterfernece. Sokkeia has guessed that he can also read peoples genral feelings like others can for him,

just by looking at others, and assumed that it could become overwhelming in the city setting. Because if it is true, could you really blame him for leaving?

Yelviot
She has wings! How cool!

Yelviot was the first soul that Sokkeia helped into this world, and while she was making her body- Sokkeia gave her wings. She wasn't sure why, but she felt it just...fit.
The don't support her body weight, but Yelviot likes them all the same.
Yelviot likes to build things, it appears, and has become a master of glasswork and blacksmith; and enjoys working with metals.

She loves the heart of a coalburing fire, and enjoys letting it manipulate material. Although it wasn't entierly natural, she mastered both quickly and opened her own smithery within a few years...able to work long hours she prodouces the detailed crafts to be seen. In a single sheft of metal she can imscribe so much detail that the normal eye could not even register all of it at first, and must soak it in for a while.
The connection of metal seems to pull at her, and she hates how she is made up of cloth, but it has never made it hard for her to work with the flames for some reason.
Yelviot doesn't care much for looks, and is often covered in dirt and grit, with her hair tied back, but is rather easy going in nature. Strongly built in the arms, she really does fit into her choosen professions.

He likes to talk, a lot, sadly.

Vaesko
And so the seeker opened the blind man's eyes...

Usually, Fleana is weird and leaves an application story and what she calls a "climax" for tension! Oh my. But she couldn't do it here because it was sort of necessary to complete her story to explain her personality completely. Well, who she is at the moment.
Sokkeia, doesn't understand the ways of humans, and needs to be shown-- it will be Vaesko who opens her mind a little, and Aviael's patience to spread it out.
So instead of leaving Sokkeia story untold, Fleana will be leaving Sokkeia's story of change through Vaesko and Aviael unfinished. (She claims she'll need something to write/add to this page; if Sokkeia is willing to come here and put up with Flaries. Hah.)

Well. Vaesko is rather new to this world; but regardless of the fact that is still underdeveloped- he impacts Sokkeia heavily. For Vaesko is forever chasing a mage- who has literally stolen his heart (meaning, took it from his body), which is kind of making it hard for him to live, and he has some temporary charm sewed (which is ugly) to his head to make up for the missing organ. Anyways, he is constantly searching the world for the thief; going everywhere to find the portal to which this "mage" dwells. On his travels he comes across Sokkeia, drawn to the magic of the stones that she always keeps at her side, as he is searching for any source of magic.
He challengers he way of life, and with an elegant way of speaking, forces her to say that she herself needs to get out of this town. So, a little annoyed, Sokkeia agrees with to help him find his organ, not completely understanding why it is so important to him in the first place. Can't he just get a donation?
Vaesko ends up showing her the importance of living; and she begins to learn that there is more to the race that dwells on her planet than she sees. For up until this point Sokkeia had only ever known the greed of humans and the rashness of thieves. While thinking only a few people she had talked to where an exception...

The day had been another long, hot one, and I sat down on the floor feeling rather worn. The cloak, a result of a few days' work, was pinned to the wall, calling to me to add the last touches to it. All I could manage was a glare...as if it could see my face. But, who was I kidding, for it was coming along nicely- I wanted to finish it...but I have no mental energy. The cloth was a deep crimson, the folds falling elegantly to the ground in a flowing wave, but at the same time, it still looking durable. The color though- well, it had reminded me so vividly of the red light that had emanated from the contents of the tower…
My mind shifted away from that day. I was now contemplating the other colors of which to line the edges with- and I was stretching out my arm as if to compare the many colors on it against the red material across the room, for color idea, when I heard a sound at the back of the room, and a small thud as something hit the ground- causing Laouka to began squeaking madly from the work table.
I rolled my eyes, knowing who it was right away-- for he been pestering me all week, "Flaries what did I tell you? It's not done yet; now go cram your face with that sugar you love so much and leave me be for one afternoon!"*
But instead, I heard an unfamiliar voice respond, "I wouldn't exactly say I enjoy stuffing my face…"*
As I turned, I crossed me arms as I gazed at the figure before me, taking him in. He was tall, with cool dark brown skin, and turquoise markings that scattered the length of his body like splattered paint drops. His hair, on the other hand, was long and braided, and was a vivid white like snow. I growled softly, because he was looking at my cape on the wall with some fascination.
*"What do you want? I'm rather busy at the moment if you haven't been able to tell-"*
*"The name is Vaesko," he said, not answering my question, as his eyes turned to look at me and momentarily confused, "And just what exactly are…you?"*
I stared at him slightly taken aback, any other thought gone from my mind, I had yet to find someone who had been able to recognize me as, well, different... from mere looks alone. No one ever noticed unless they had bothered to hang around long enough to scrutinized my ever move. Then they might notice that, hey, Sokkeia- she's not alive!
*"Well?" he said expectantly.
But something caused me to leap to my feet, and rush to the side of the room, where the stones lay on small stool- where I had last left them. They had been cold since Kyle came, but now...
They were not even pulsing the dark black of a captured soul...but where now emanating a strong orange light...

Pretty patterns and stitches holding back the evils of the interwebz.

This Page
Where the bearer of the stones dwells...

Through all of the pages made for a Sokkeia there is a definite theme- and that is the use of patterns. What more- is that with the fact that there is quite a lot of random patters and colors, and this plays to the fact that Sokkeia is made up of many different patters and pieces of cloth herself. It would be a shame not to include any, since Sokkeia likes using them herself. She says that no outfit is complete without a pattern, it draws the eyes in, and the detail creates a whole new level of beauty for the mind to explore.
The main art for this page, titled "The Falling", was draw in pencil, scanned and colored using a mouse and Paint Shop Pro X; taking about ten hours. It's not too obvious, but Sokkeia is holding the three stones of Estofan. There is a soul gathering, and in is in the final stages before it is completely...there. It is how Sokkeia is who she is- the keeper of the stones. Once the soul falls into this world, she will take it in on herself and prepare them to venture out in a new body made of cloth...
Fleana would have loved to have called this piece "...and I tripped over some stones" but she wasn't too sure if that was appropriate...
There was a great deal of fighting over which music was to be put on the page. Flaries, of course, wanted to put some music up that was completely unrelated, that was loud and obnoxious...but Fleana overruled in the end. She, at least, has some sort of power over him and can get Flaries to work along...in the end.
Anyways, two pieces were chosen from the soundtrack of the Transformers movie. Instrumental music tells more of story...and its up to the listener to fit the music to a tale, for each person the story is different, and beautiful in a unique way...
Apparently, the Transformers soundtrack is one of the best- but then again, that's all Fleana ever listens too. She says if you liked this, try listening to the first Chronicles of Narnia, Spirit or the Batman soundtracks (she has a love for Batman, so it figures) ...

Fleana made the anthro design just for you, so draw if you don't like people! :D

Sokkeia's Design
She normally is in her anthro form, but I made a anthro version for you kitty lovers.
Sokkeia loves patterns and designs, spots and stripes, and anything bright. Jewelry, beads, and boots. She collects boots. You can change her outfit- it's up to you. Her hair is curly and always pulled back, but you can always get creative. But, don't dress her anything that's not acceptable-- because she bites. The outfit better be good- or else you're going to have problems.
You see, Sokkeia loves to make clothes. It's some sort of natural talent she found after she became "alive" again. She makes everything, and if she sees someone wearing something horrible, she'll kidnap them to her workshop and make them a entirely new outfit. The only thing she is unable to master is... shoes. So she steals them, or accepts them as payment. It makes her angry when Sokkeia realizes she can't make you any footwear to go along with the new coat she made you.

As far as the patterns stitched on her arms- they matter not. Draw whatever random design and color you can think of. The patterns do stretch across her chest, stomach, and back, but I didn't add them to her anthro version.

Adoptables that secreatly take your soul when you're not looking- of course they look cute...

Sokkeia's Custom Adoptable Requests are - OPEN

Rules

1. Title your neomail as "Sokkeia's Adoptables"
This is because I have around 10 sets of adoptables- I need to keep organized.
2. Do not enter these in any contests, or claim them as you own.
3. Do not remove my link that brings you back here.
4. Do not edit or change these in any way.
You must have reference sheet or image.

Enjoy!

The Premade Kougras and the Customs


Basic Color
Anyone is welcomed to use these!
If you're color isn't here, just request a custom.


White


Yellow


Shadow


Red


Purple


Pink


Orange


Green


Blue

Customs
You came here for these, right?
So, read the rules, and send Fleana93 a quick neomail!

Neomail Fleana


Wuhzzle


Sokkeia - Place


Trust


Beshanla



Zirou3


Super_poogle52


Juulliye


Dessturndia


Blanqes


muvn


Omaia


Raishil


Raishil


Raishil


Jetsle


Siveira


Flaries


Sokkeia



Adoptables Waiting to be made
1. Open

Total Custom Count - 23


These have been made for a certain pet, please do not take them if it is not an adoptable of your pet. Just request one please.
Thanks ---Fleana.

Oh great, now there is a whole army of mini Sokkeias walking around this place....

The Army
Together, they will take over...
They will go after Flaries first.




All the art done of Sokkeia so far...

Art of Sokkeia
One can never get tired of drawing someone so...interesting.
Done in various mediums, such as; coffee, charcoal, watercolor and pencil.




Fanart, art trades, collabs and the like.

More of art of Sokkeia
But, but other and better artists.
Thank you all so much! Sokkeia would say thank you too, you just need show her some boots first.



by the awesomeistic Windspeaker-wolf.deviantart.com



By the wonderful Flworderpup :3


By the Amazing Lunioka :D


By fiallia :D


By niqhtshade.deviantart.com


by wuhzzles.deviantart.com


by xpastxchaserx.deviantart.com


by the amazing karikinet.deviantart.com



I wouldn't suggest linking back at the moment, as this is a application.

Link Back
This is an application, so try to resist the need to link back at the moment xD


Family
In all their glory...



Other pages
Just neomail Fleana if you would like to do a trade.


Well, she's not going anywhere, but are you? She only tolerates you if you have your uses...

*"Aren't you board?"*
*"What?"*
Sokkeia was looking at you over her bundle with a mixture of confusion, and she raised an eyebrow slightly, before turning back to her work and securing down another wrap of red silk to the pile. Her hands quickly tied the rope and she flicked to unneeded length to the side.
With a swift movement, Sokkeia was already heading to the door, her arms laden with supplies and her voice spoke out at you, "Either explain what you are talking about, or scat."*
*"Uh," you sputter as you watch the tall figure walk out, and you dash to catch up with her, "You know. Don't you ever want to do anything else besides makes clothes all day?"*
Sokkeia turned her head back at you, a slight look of disbelieve crossed her eye before she shook her head, and headed out the worn front door and onto the cobblestone street. It was early evening now, as the sun was no longer to be seen- and the first traces of darkness were melting into the sky, as a soft wind rushed passed, stirring the warm air and making the loose fabrics fluty. Annoyed, she shifted her load, causing a small fur laden animal to tumble out, where upon spotting you, scrambled up your side and perched on your shoulder, squeaking angrily at Sokkeia over the distance.
As you reach her side finally, she glared at the small animal now accompanying you, adding, "Laouka, be nice."*
*"Well?," you prompt.
Sokkeia shook her head, "What kind of a question is that? It's like asking a writer is the tire of writing, or an artist if they tire of paint; when they do it as a passion."*
You were now leaving the main bustling street of the town and going off down a well cared for lane that was adorned with rich bushes and grass. A manner- rather small, seeing as it was still in town after all- could be seen of through the gates down the way.
Sokkeia paused, holding out her momentarily free arm to you, and dumped something into your hand, "Here."*
Three stones lay there, all dull gray, but similarly sized, you looked up to question her, but she was already off again. Shrugging you dash off to catch up to her, and when you finally slowed and paused to look at the rocks she had given you—and you start in surprise. They were no longer dull; but were suddenly vividly clear as glass, and colors were churning under the surfaces, as if they were alive and moving.
*"Oh yes they do that," Sokkeia was saying before she dumped her load unceremoniously on you as she fished out her keys and unlocked the gates you had no reached.
*"But," she said as took her fabrics back, "Do you really think I have nothing else to do?"*
You shrug, "Well, I don't know."*
She laughed softly, "A life like this is rather varying, mainly when you are always moving about to work with different people."*
Walking past the glittering front doors, she lead the way through a side entrance, and pushed off down the hallway, "Those stone, are they warm yet?"*
Nodding, you go no "What are you doing here anyways?"*

Without answering, she walked down a flight of stairs, turning into a small workroom, dumping everything on a large work table. You hesitate, but put the stones next to the pile, and stare about the room.
But shifting uncomfortably you not notice that Sokkeia was now staring at you, her eyes studying your form minutely, before she nodded to herself, "If you can keep your mouth shut, this process will go much easier." *
*"What are you doing?" you ask again, and a shiver runs down your spin.
Motioning for you to be quiet, Sokkeia moved over to the stones. They were acting odd, as if a shadow was covering their gleaming lightness, and Sokkeia said quietly, "A new soul approaches."*




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