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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 8:00 pm
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Had it really been two weeks already? To Shikoba, it felt as brief as the life of an ant, as swift as the most spooked prey, and as ethereal as he had felt after inhaling too much of Death's scents. Two weeks and yet their reconstruction efforts were finally beginning to bear fruit: the sight of the saplings growing fast and strong brought a smile even to the usually stoic giant's face. One day very soon he would be able to climb those trees and make his roost once more; such an open sky above them almost made him feel naked under some unknown spirit's eye.
But until then the executioner kept himself out of the apportioned War land when he could, coming only for rest or to enjoy a meal. For the most part Shik was a solitary creature and more often than not this would spur him to keep away from even three people in a group; he wasn't the best conversationalist after all, or certainly not the most emotional. Today Shik had decided to go hunting and found that his dagger throwing was still a little rusty - several dikdik managed to avoid his blade because of minor mistakes, and after several hours of failed hunting he cursed and gave it a rest.
The pumpkin sun was high in the sky by then. Shik sought a sturdy branch and laid against the trunk, desummoning his weapon and stretching in the shade. He wasn't very familiar with this area, but a faint scent in his nose told him it was probably close to the Death encampment. Hmm. He probably didn't want to venture in lest another priestess come up and ask him to look for ingredients for their trance mix - he still remembered the damn minipets who had nearly gored him to death.
From the small satchel he had brought with him, Shikoba procured a small wooden flute of his own making. He paused for a moment, the pressed the instrument to his lips and began to play one of the first melodies he had learned as a child, a lilting series of notes that sounded close to birdsong.
Beejoux Sorry for taking so long! If it changes into a fight, I'll adjust the title to 1v1.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 5:32 am
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The War born horsemen had indeed wandered into the refuge of the former Death clan, and there was more then the lingering scents of concocted illusion to witness the.. Well, it wasn't really an intrusion, all the Lost Clans were welcome throughout the whole of their new territory. But, Nergui still held a lot of bias for her fallen clan, and she personally didn't much like the notion of anyone simply wandering about just because they were allowed. Allowance did not always equal welcome. Oh sure, there were many in her clan that were more accepting, that wouldn't think twice before greeting a fellow horsemen to their plot, regardless of former tribe.
The black skinned priestess currently on the hunt for herbs was not one of them. She was something of an elitist, frowned upon as it was, and had a nasty habit of viewing the rest of the former clans as generally inferior.
The first melodic trill from the War Horsemen pulled the dark woman's attention up from the cluster of mushrooms at her feet and out into the woods, bi-colored eyes searching for the small frame of some bird before narrowing on the back of something with a much more impressive wingspan. For the moment it didn't seem as though the other had noticed her, and she took advantage of that as she straightened to her full, albeit not at all impressive, height. Even sitting the tribe looking male looked imposing, but that wasn't enough to keep the biting comments on Nergui's tongue at bay.
The music he was playing, on the other hand, did. At least for the time it took her to slip through the trees between them so she could hover over the large man's shoulder. It was a pretty song, and she had to admit, for a burly looking brute the guy had talent. She held her sharp tongue, listening quietly as he carried on, not quite willing to interrupt him. She'd wait until he was finished with his playing before getting to her inquiries.
Ol-j-man Sorry that took a bit, I got really busy with moving things. ; m;
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 6:18 am
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The conclusion of the song should have been the cue for Nergui's pointed questioning, but she too let the silence between them stretch. Attention resting on the near peaceful expression on the war brute's features. He did look as though he'd drifted off to the lulling sounds of his own sweet lullaby, but she wasn't foolish enough to think that true. There was indeed a tightness to his shoulders that betrayed the illusion.
When he spoke she was expecting it, and at first only the slight up tilt of black lips answered his question, not that he'd see it. "The opposite," she offered, voice unusually soft. "Your tune was so sweet perhaps death itself would chose to keep you all to themself." The words were a shock to the priestess, and the faintest of frowns over took the frown before dark features finally settled on inquisitive neutrality.
That had sounded an awful lot like an alluring compliment, and that simply was not in the Death woman's nature. She did not flirt, no matter how handsome the warrior.
The very oddness of her own behavior had her drawing her dark veil all the further over the eerie glow of her golden eye. A habitual gesture, it likely betrayed the very sickness she was so desperate to hide. None could know, they would shun her, force her back to the desiccated lands they'd had to flee. Only the others, infected as well, were privy.
Ol-j-man Life, why you keep me so busy?
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:22 pm
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 6:55 pm
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The mare nodded, moving around so she could stand before the warrior. "You are of course right. I didn't wish to disturb you, but that's no account for rudeness." The soft purr had left her voice, replaced by cool, though not unfriendly, neutrality. She may not be the most personable of mares, but she did strive for politeness where she could. It cost her nothing to move out from behind him, so she was only too happy to oblige. "Better?"
A soft sound pulled bi-colored eyes from his face and down to the feathered wings that graced his back to frame him where he sat. She had her own dainty pair, but hers were mere decoration. She always had envied War for their wings. How it must have felt to fly, soaring high above the rest of them.
"Would you play something else?" Now was no time for petty envy, not so soon after.. No, it was a time for forging new alliances and rebuilding what they had lost. Not to forget, but to move on.
ol-j-man I so forgot about this.. Do you think we could finish it? I know it's ancient, but be could play her a quick song then excuse himself? -blows kisses-
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