RPG
Introduction
The Story
Rays of weak sunlight shone through the darkened trees, reaching out and touching anything within reach. The sun itself had only risen moments earlier, peeking over the horizon in the North. A gentle breeze whistled through the trees, the branches swaying, the leaves whispering. Apart from the whistling of birds in the treetops, no other sound could be heard. Silence had befallen the forest. That was until…
Pounding, the sound of hooves against earth split the air. Closer and closer with every beat. Amongst the leaves, the birds halted their song, listening intently. It was a few moments before each realised the danger and took flight in fear, keen to be away from the trouble that the snorting beasts would bring. They were frightful of the creatures that they brought on their backs, for they knew how evil those animals were. Humans were the worst kind of animal that had ever set foot in the forest. And still the sound came closer, louder and louder.
Out of the bushes burst a man, sweat pouring down his face as he tore across another clearing, desperately trying to escape. His clothes were ragged, torn and dirtied. He was halfway across when the four horses joined him. Their riders had determination as hard as steel in their eyes. Each was clad in armour, but no helmets hid their faces. As they rode, one pulled a crossbow and balanced it skilfully. The noise was lost to the sound of the hooves. But it was clear the soldier had fired and had met his target. Falling forwards, a bolt in his back, the fleeing man gasped. On his hands and knees, he scrambled to get up, as another bolt connected with his shoulder, point blank range. Blood splattered the grass, both from the wound and the mouth.
Drawing to a halt alongside him, the four men glared down at him. None of them spoke as they watched the man reach for them, begging for mercy, begging for help. It was then that the man’s face could be seen. A long scar ran from his ear to the corner of his mouth. His eyes were two different colours, one green and one slate grey. Nodding, one of the horsemen gave the signal.
“You have been accused of being one of the Exiled.” The man groaned, shaking his head desperately. “This is considered a crime against the crown. You have been charged without chance of trail. Your penalty is….” The birds in the trees took off as the crossbow was released. “…death.”
*******
Background
It’s early 15th Century…But not on Earth. On Earth it’s the 20th Century. But on a world that exists parallel to Earth it’s the late Middle Ages. It’s the time of crossbows, the time of longbows and a time of peril on the world of Hermiant.
A monarchy rules the country, a harsh one, a frightened one. Before he began his reign, his father discovered a race of people on their world that must be crushed. These people had powers. Unimaginably powers that made them people to be feared. In times gone by they had lived in harmony with the rest of the people on Hermiant, never causing trouble. Then Harold IV ascended the throne. He was a paranoid fellow. Soon he became the first King to decide that this race was a danger to the throne and that he must destroy every last one of them. And so he used his army to destroy them, to rid his world of them. But it was discovered that half of his soldiers were the creatures that so readily condemned. They were slaughtered in their sleep…By their fellow soldiers. He announced that they were now the “Exiled.”
When he died, his son continued these traditions and killed any of the “Exiled” that crossed his path. Soon they were all dead. Or were they?
Many had fled into the forests that surrounded the town of Beria, where the King mostly resided throughout the year. They formed groups, camps in which they protected and looked after each other. They stuck together. However, some stayed in the city, hiding their true identities. Which may seem impossible, but they managed it. Every member of the “Exiled” has mis-matched eyes, one of one colour and the other a different colour. Usually one colour was linked to their power and the other the completely opposite. (Example: Controlled of earth would have one green and one blue). The ones that remain in the city have ways of disguising the colouration of their eyes. But they very much exist. And they are furious. Some were there at the purges, witnessed family die at the hands of murderers. Some want revenge and others…Well they want a peaceful life. But they fear that shall never be.
Within the forest, there is a basic structure of authority. Some of the Elders that had seen the first of the purges are in control of the forest group. There are only four of them left. Three more were added, slightly younger than the first four, so that the next generation could have some say as well. Although they are too old to leave the camp, many believe it is time for change, time for revenge. They are discussing the matter of storming the Kingdom and taking down the throne. But they are facing some resistance from their people who are happy within the woods. Will they take the chance? Will they try and take on the King and his remaining army?
Powers are not passed from parents to child, although if your parents have powers you’re more than likely to have them too, just not the same ones. But there are Exiled born to powerless parents. These are in danger. Without the ways to hide their eyes, they cannot be protected from the wrath of the King. Parents more often than not hand their children to the King’s soldiers without a word or feeling of remorse. They have been brainwashed. But there are the parents who hide their children, until they are old enough to understand, or even send them into the woods to live with the “Exiled.” In the forests, the “Exiled” grow restless, worried for these babes that being slaughtered.
Ranging in the ability, many of the “Exiled” are different. Their powers have different strengths and some can merely change various features, whilst others have unbelievable powers. Each find out about these around the age of 8 years old and if they are not with another of the “Exiled” then they will struggle to learn control over their powers. It’s a hard life in the city walls. They need help. If they do not learn to control themselves then they are exposed to the King. Control is everything when it comes powers. For example, someone who can create and wield fire may lose control when they become angry and reveal exactly what they are.
It has been ten years since the last purge of the city and the King believes that he has done his father proud and rid the city of the creatures that threatened them. He is wrong. They are rising up. They want revenge and there are just as many as there were before. He is in trouble. But will they take the throne? Will they manage to take control of the city? Or do they merely want change.
*****
Effectively, it has been fifty years since the purges of the “Exiled” began. You can choose whether or not to be a member of the “Exile” or a normal human. It is entirely up to you. Again you can choose your position, whether that be in the city or in the forest. The Elders ages much range for around 55+ as they did witness the first of the purges and therefore are older than the rest. This can be played, along with the King and members of the Royal Court, but I will need to approve this beforehand, so mail me.
Rays of weak sunlight shone through the darkened trees, reaching out and touching anything within reach. The sun itself had only risen moments earlier, peeking over the horizon in the North. A gentle breeze whistled through the trees, the branches swaying, the leaves whispering. Apart from the whistling of birds in the treetops, no other sound could be heard. Silence had befallen the forest. That was until…
Pounding, the sound of hooves against earth split the air. Closer and closer with every beat. Amongst the leaves, the birds halted their song, listening intently. It was a few moments before each realised the danger and took flight in fear, keen to be away from the trouble that the snorting beasts would bring. They were frightful of the creatures that they brought on their backs, for they knew how evil those animals were. Humans were the worst kind of animal that had ever set foot in the forest. And still the sound came closer, louder and louder.
Out of the bushes burst a man, sweat pouring down his face as he tore across another clearing, desperately trying to escape. His clothes were ragged, torn and dirtied. He was halfway across when the four horses joined him. Their riders had determination as hard as steel in their eyes. Each was clad in armour, but no helmets hid their faces. As they rode, one pulled a crossbow and balanced it skilfully. The noise was lost to the sound of the hooves. But it was clear the soldier had fired and had met his target. Falling forwards, a bolt in his back, the fleeing man gasped. On his hands and knees, he scrambled to get up, as another bolt connected with his shoulder, point blank range. Blood splattered the grass, both from the wound and the mouth.
Drawing to a halt alongside him, the four men glared down at him. None of them spoke as they watched the man reach for them, begging for mercy, begging for help. It was then that the man’s face could be seen. A long scar ran from his ear to the corner of his mouth. His eyes were two different colours, one green and one slate grey. Nodding, one of the horsemen gave the signal.
“You have been accused of being one of the Exiled.” The man groaned, shaking his head desperately. “This is considered a crime against the crown. You have been charged without chance of trail. Your penalty is….” The birds in the trees took off as the crossbow was released. “…death.”
*******
Background
It’s early 15th Century…But not on Earth. On Earth it’s the 20th Century. But on a world that exists parallel to Earth it’s the late Middle Ages. It’s the time of crossbows, the time of longbows and a time of peril on the world of Hermiant.
A monarchy rules the country, a harsh one, a frightened one. Before he began his reign, his father discovered a race of people on their world that must be crushed. These people had powers. Unimaginably powers that made them people to be feared. In times gone by they had lived in harmony with the rest of the people on Hermiant, never causing trouble. Then Harold IV ascended the throne. He was a paranoid fellow. Soon he became the first King to decide that this race was a danger to the throne and that he must destroy every last one of them. And so he used his army to destroy them, to rid his world of them. But it was discovered that half of his soldiers were the creatures that so readily condemned. They were slaughtered in their sleep…By their fellow soldiers. He announced that they were now the “Exiled.”
When he died, his son continued these traditions and killed any of the “Exiled” that crossed his path. Soon they were all dead. Or were they?
Many had fled into the forests that surrounded the town of Beria, where the King mostly resided throughout the year. They formed groups, camps in which they protected and looked after each other. They stuck together. However, some stayed in the city, hiding their true identities. Which may seem impossible, but they managed it. Every member of the “Exiled” has mis-matched eyes, one of one colour and the other a different colour. Usually one colour was linked to their power and the other the completely opposite. (Example: Controlled of earth would have one green and one blue). The ones that remain in the city have ways of disguising the colouration of their eyes. But they very much exist. And they are furious. Some were there at the purges, witnessed family die at the hands of murderers. Some want revenge and others…Well they want a peaceful life. But they fear that shall never be.
Within the forest, there is a basic structure of authority. Some of the Elders that had seen the first of the purges are in control of the forest group. There are only four of them left. Three more were added, slightly younger than the first four, so that the next generation could have some say as well. Although they are too old to leave the camp, many believe it is time for change, time for revenge. They are discussing the matter of storming the Kingdom and taking down the throne. But they are facing some resistance from their people who are happy within the woods. Will they take the chance? Will they try and take on the King and his remaining army?
Powers are not passed from parents to child, although if your parents have powers you’re more than likely to have them too, just not the same ones. But there are Exiled born to powerless parents. These are in danger. Without the ways to hide their eyes, they cannot be protected from the wrath of the King. Parents more often than not hand their children to the King’s soldiers without a word or feeling of remorse. They have been brainwashed. But there are the parents who hide their children, until they are old enough to understand, or even send them into the woods to live with the “Exiled.” In the forests, the “Exiled” grow restless, worried for these babes that being slaughtered.
Ranging in the ability, many of the “Exiled” are different. Their powers have different strengths and some can merely change various features, whilst others have unbelievable powers. Each find out about these around the age of 8 years old and if they are not with another of the “Exiled” then they will struggle to learn control over their powers. It’s a hard life in the city walls. They need help. If they do not learn to control themselves then they are exposed to the King. Control is everything when it comes powers. For example, someone who can create and wield fire may lose control when they become angry and reveal exactly what they are.
It has been ten years since the last purge of the city and the King believes that he has done his father proud and rid the city of the creatures that threatened them. He is wrong. They are rising up. They want revenge and there are just as many as there were before. He is in trouble. But will they take the throne? Will they manage to take control of the city? Or do they merely want change.
*****
Effectively, it has been fifty years since the purges of the “Exiled” began. You can choose whether or not to be a member of the “Exile” or a normal human. It is entirely up to you. Again you can choose your position, whether that be in the city or in the forest. The Elders ages much range for around 55+ as they did witness the first of the purges and therefore are older than the rest. This can be played, along with the King and members of the Royal Court, but I will need to approve this beforehand, so mail me.
Rules
1) The most important rule...No God-modding.
2) Yes, you have powers. Do not make them too over the top. I will reject characters on this basis.
3) No text language "lyk dis." Proper use of English, grammar, punctuaction! (We all make mistakes!)
4) Do not kill other members without permission, they will not appreciate it.
5) Lengthy responses, at least a paragraph each time. I understand that we all get writers block.
6) Like I said you can be Exiled or human, but no Exiled need to be storming into the castle and killing the King.
7) Frequent posting, but not too much. We all have lives.
8) Post "paintbrush" somewhere in your character so I know you've read this.
9) Use the character sheet as well as the character boxes.
10) Just have fun and enjoy it!
11) catherinebutcher is Co-GM (even if she is unaware of this currently)
12) Romance and violence permitted, but keep it clean!
Only accepting 10-15 characters as I don't want it to be over-run with lots of people.
Mail me any questions, I don't bite :)
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Personality:
Powers: (Remember, not too over the top)
Family: (Exiled or human)
History:
2) Yes, you have powers. Do not make them too over the top. I will reject characters on this basis.
3) No text language "lyk dis." Proper use of English, grammar, punctuaction! (We all make mistakes!)
4) Do not kill other members without permission, they will not appreciate it.
5) Lengthy responses, at least a paragraph each time. I understand that we all get writers block.
6) Like I said you can be Exiled or human, but no Exiled need to be storming into the castle and killing the King.
7) Frequent posting, but not too much. We all have lives.
8) Post "paintbrush" somewhere in your character so I know you've read this.
9) Use the character sheet as well as the character boxes.
10) Just have fun and enjoy it!
11) catherinebutcher is Co-GM (even if she is unaware of this currently)
12) Romance and violence permitted, but keep it clean!
Only accepting 10-15 characters as I don't want it to be over-run with lots of people.
Mail me any questions, I don't bite :)
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Personality:
Powers: (Remember, not too over the top)
Family: (Exiled or human)
History:
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Aaliyah played by KrazyTigger
"When I cry, I feel the rain pour against my skin. When I smile, the sun beats down upon me..."
Naida played by catherinebutcher
Sister of Aaliya- But I will get MY way, and of course look sickly sweet the same time.
Zed Stryker played by Urelasticreflection
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An Exiled Cemetery
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At the entrance to the forest, here resides the King's men on the watch for Exiles...
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The central city...
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Forced into the woods, together the Exiled grouped together...
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OOC Notes
Wisps of raven hair blew soundlessly around pale cheeks. Two bright red lips parted with a gentle sigh as her long back rested against the rough bark of the tree trunk. An out stretched slender hand moved slowly, cautiously towards the small tunnel of wind that made its way noiselessly around the grass. It was a mini tornado. One she had created herself. Smiling, she scooped it up, allowing it to move across her pale palm. But as soon as she had touched it, it disappeared from sight. Another sigh left her lips, an annoyed one this time. Getting to her feet, she brushed her clothes off, stretching t the same time. She'd been sat there a while. Sweeping her hair into her hands, she tied it loosely, just below her neck, in a ponytail. A crack of a twig behind her caused her to look round, but not jump in alarm. After all, she was in the middle of nowhere. Her golden eye glistened yellow in the bright sunlight that shone from overhead. Her grey one looked more purple in that light, like the heavy storm clouds that gathered when her anger took over. Which was often when it came to her brat of a sister. Aaliyah gave a small smile and could almost feel the heat of the sun intensify, just slightly. It warmed her greatly and she took off towards the little stream that she could hear bubbling only a small distance away. Here, Prince resided, resting before they rode back to camp. Naida would be furious when she returned from an adventure that she hadn't even mentioned to her little sister.
Much like Ali's hair, Prince's coat was the darkests of coats. He was a fine creature, tall and proud looking. A stallion of course. When Ali approached him, he looked up from the grass he was steadily chewing upon. His dark eyes settled on her and he gave a whinny as greeting. Smiling, his mistress crossed the distance between them at a fair run. Wrapping her arms around his neck when she got there, he lifted her off her feet, causing a soft laugh to leave her lips. Out here, when she was alone, with only him, she could be herself. Ali didn't have to hide behind a bravado out, pretend to be something that she simply wasn't. Yes, she was tougher than most, but she'd trained to be that way. Inside, she was just a normal young girl who was terrified of the world that surrounded her. Being an outcast left it's mark on her and then adding to this was the disappearance of the one man who she could trust, the one person who understood her. Burying her face in his neck, Ali listened to Prince snort slightly into her hair. But her father was alive. She had to keep believing that he was, or else she would give up hope completely.
"Let's go home, old friend," She whispered, running her hand through his silky mane. Pushing all thoughts of her father from her mind, she resisted the urge to cry. Walking around to his side, she braced herself, before pulling herself up. There was no sadle upon Prince. Ali didn't need one. She'd learnt to ride him without one, in fact he'd never even worn one. Swinging her leg gracefully over, she straightened her back and gently nudged her heels into his side. Prince moved forwards slowly, setting a steady pace. Ali was in no hurry to get back to her sister and her spiteful ways. Instead, she'd rather feel the warmth of the suns rays upon her skin. Prince sensed that she wasn't going to hurry him and didn't bother to attempt to go into a trot. She would give him a fair run when they got a little closer. She was going to have to return at some point, sooner rather than later. No doubt their mother would need to speak to her about what she had discovered on her trip to the walls of the city of Beria. She'd need the information. Although Ali was her daughter, in Belinda's eyes, she was a scout more than anything else at the moment. And she used her as much as possible. However, she feared her daughter at the same time as she believed her to be useful.
"Ali, calm down-" A crack of thunder overhead cut Belinda's words short, as her eyes widened in fear. They flickered above where heavy grey clouds rested, lightening sparking here and there, alluminating them briefly.
"I won't calm down! This is your fault!" As soon as her words finished, another boom of thunder split the air around them. Anger flashed in Ali's eyes as she narrowed them at her mother. "You sent him on that mission! You sent him into danger. You never think of anyone else but yourself mother." Hurt shone on Belinda's face, but Aaliyah didn't care, she continued with her rant, the storm getting worse with every word. "He didn't want to go and you knew he didn't! Yhis is your fault...All your fault. I hate you." With that she turned and ran for the depths of the forest, leaving a stunned looking Belinda staring after her. She didn't even attempt to follow. For a week Ali was missing amongst the trees and for a majority of that time a storm raged angrily above the camp and forest. When it finally died down, relief washed through the camp. But Ali remained missing for a further three days before returning, her temper somewhat under control.
Much like Ali's hair, Prince's coat was the darkests of coats. He was a fine creature, tall and proud looking. A stallion of course. When Ali approached him, he looked up from the grass he was steadily chewing upon. His dark eyes settled on her and he gave a whinny as greeting. Smiling, his mistress crossed the distance between them at a fair run. Wrapping her arms around his neck when she got there, he lifted her off her feet, causing a soft laugh to leave her lips. Out here, when she was alone, with only him, she could be herself. Ali didn't have to hide behind a bravado out, pretend to be something that she simply wasn't. Yes, she was tougher than most, but she'd trained to be that way. Inside, she was just a normal young girl who was terrified of the world that surrounded her. Being an outcast left it's mark on her and then adding to this was the disappearance of the one man who she could trust, the one person who understood her. Burying her face in his neck, Ali listened to Prince snort slightly into her hair. But her father was alive. She had to keep believing that he was, or else she would give up hope completely.
"Let's go home, old friend," She whispered, running her hand through his silky mane. Pushing all thoughts of her father from her mind, she resisted the urge to cry. Walking around to his side, she braced herself, before pulling herself up. There was no sadle upon Prince. Ali didn't need one. She'd learnt to ride him without one, in fact he'd never even worn one. Swinging her leg gracefully over, she straightened her back and gently nudged her heels into his side. Prince moved forwards slowly, setting a steady pace. Ali was in no hurry to get back to her sister and her spiteful ways. Instead, she'd rather feel the warmth of the suns rays upon her skin. Prince sensed that she wasn't going to hurry him and didn't bother to attempt to go into a trot. She would give him a fair run when they got a little closer. She was going to have to return at some point, sooner rather than later. No doubt their mother would need to speak to her about what she had discovered on her trip to the walls of the city of Beria. She'd need the information. Although Ali was her daughter, in Belinda's eyes, she was a scout more than anything else at the moment. And she used her as much as possible. However, she feared her daughter at the same time as she believed her to be useful.
"Ali, calm down-" A crack of thunder overhead cut Belinda's words short, as her eyes widened in fear. They flickered above where heavy grey clouds rested, lightening sparking here and there, alluminating them briefly.
"I won't calm down! This is your fault!" As soon as her words finished, another boom of thunder split the air around them. Anger flashed in Ali's eyes as she narrowed them at her mother. "You sent him on that mission! You sent him into danger. You never think of anyone else but yourself mother." Hurt shone on Belinda's face, but Aaliyah didn't care, she continued with her rant, the storm getting worse with every word. "He didn't want to go and you knew he didn't! Yhis is your fault...All your fault. I hate you." With that she turned and ran for the depths of the forest, leaving a stunned looking Belinda staring after her. She didn't even attempt to follow. For a week Ali was missing amongst the trees and for a majority of that time a storm raged angrily above the camp and forest. When it finally died down, relief washed through the camp. But Ali remained missing for a further three days before returning, her temper somewhat under control.
OOC Notes
Aero had been running for days. His power gave him stamina in his legs and arms and made it easy for him to travel for days without much rest. He was more or less always using his powers to survive in the forest, especially when he was hunting. He was the perfect hunter, he had never lost to any creature in the forest. He even killed bears and other big animals that a wolf wouldn’t be able to take on alone. But now he wanted to meet his own kind again, he didn’t feel the same in the pack anymore, it had been more than 10 years since the old pack took him in, and now he had abandoned it to be able to find out who he truly was. He missed the pack, but he was curious.
Suddenly he stopped, he heard something not too far away from him, and it sounded like a big animal getting closer to the point where he was standing. The closer it got the easier it was to determinate what animal it was, it was definitely a horse, and a heavy one of them. It was only walking. Maybe it had been attacked by other animals and was tired. Aero was beginning to get slightly hungry and decided that he would hide in a bush and keep silent until the horse were close to him, and then strike it down. Horses were pretty rare especially when not in a pack. Aero found a bush not too far away, but far enough to be sure that the horse wouldn’t be able to smell him, and waited for it to get closer.
As the horse got closer to him, he saw another creature. Actually this other creature was on the back of the horse. He tilt his head slightly. Looked down at his own hands and legs and then back at the new creature. It wasn’t just some other creature, it was a human like himself, though it was of the opposite sex. He wanted to go closer to this person in front of him, but he decided that he would observe her instead. He kept himself on the same distance to be sure that she didn’t see him. But he was too curious observing her and didn’t see that in front of him lay a trap, he suddenly heard a crack and felt warmth in his left foot followed by a feeling of incredible pain. Even though it hurt he didn’t make a sound, it was only the crack sound made by the trap that could be heard. He was suddenly in panic, he hadn’t seen such a thing before and tried at first to run away from it but fell as it suddenly stopped him. Even more pain followed, he got angry and his body began to transform making his teeth sharp and his muscles bigger. He growled and tried to attack the trap but it didn’t seem to have any effect against the steel in his leg. Though he wouldn’t stop, he kept on struggling.
Suddenly he stopped, he heard something not too far away from him, and it sounded like a big animal getting closer to the point where he was standing. The closer it got the easier it was to determinate what animal it was, it was definitely a horse, and a heavy one of them. It was only walking. Maybe it had been attacked by other animals and was tired. Aero was beginning to get slightly hungry and decided that he would hide in a bush and keep silent until the horse were close to him, and then strike it down. Horses were pretty rare especially when not in a pack. Aero found a bush not too far away, but far enough to be sure that the horse wouldn’t be able to smell him, and waited for it to get closer.
As the horse got closer to him, he saw another creature. Actually this other creature was on the back of the horse. He tilt his head slightly. Looked down at his own hands and legs and then back at the new creature. It wasn’t just some other creature, it was a human like himself, though it was of the opposite sex. He wanted to go closer to this person in front of him, but he decided that he would observe her instead. He kept himself on the same distance to be sure that she didn’t see him. But he was too curious observing her and didn’t see that in front of him lay a trap, he suddenly heard a crack and felt warmth in his left foot followed by a feeling of incredible pain. Even though it hurt he didn’t make a sound, it was only the crack sound made by the trap that could be heard. He was suddenly in panic, he hadn’t seen such a thing before and tried at first to run away from it but fell as it suddenly stopped him. Even more pain followed, he got angry and his body began to transform making his teeth sharp and his muscles bigger. He growled and tried to attack the trap but it didn’t seem to have any effect against the steel in his leg. Though he wouldn’t stop, he kept on struggling.
OOC Notes
Galleck opened his eyes suddenly. The weather felt strange. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something wasn't right. He had slept in the hollow of a tree with his cloak pulled about him for warmth. Standing slowly Galleck stretched his stiff muscles. His breath misted before him as he yawned. Time to get to work.
He had gathered wood for a fire the night before, not sure if he wanted to risk it, and his stomach demanded a warm meal. Galleck strung his bow in the strange dawn twilight, stepping on the end and making it bend. He left his small axe stuck high in a tree's branches, someone would have to be looking for traces of habitation to find his camp sites.
It was a good hour later, Galleck had been following the tracks of a large boar through the woodlands. The sun was just starting to shine it's morning light on the world, bathing his cold stiff joints in the sunlight. He could hear the snuffling of a boar ahead. Galleck slowed and the stopped. Raising his bow to his eye Galleck took a deep breath. Resin from the arrow fletching filled his nostrils. He waited. His heartbeats were the only sound in the morning light, the birds not yet woken. The dull rhythmic thump accompanied his vigil.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thwip! Thwack!
The squeal of the boar resounded in the forest. A few moments later the first chirrups and songs cracked the silence with their woodland harmony.
Galleck sat next to his fire, munching loudly. His skinning knife stabbing choice chunks. Galleck had only eaten a small portion of the boar, the rest he put high between two trees with twine a good mile to his east. It kept predators away from his camp site and if he needed some later it would be a while before some wily scavenger got to it.
At midday Galleck was making his way to a nearby creek bed. He only came here once every few days to replenish his water supply. The good meal and the warmth of the sun put a rather nice stride in his step, so it was that Galleck grew careless. As he heard a strange windy noise, as if coming from a tunnel he stepped a twig. It snapped loudly, making Galleck wince. He paused only for a few moments before stepping lightly against a tree. After a while he heard the lapping noises of a horse, after some time it was followed by a small feminine laugh.
This was very strange. Galleck sometimes crossed paths with poachers and soldiers, but this was different. He stalked quietly beside a trail he knew and waited. His guess was correct, he could see a mounted figure some ways down the trail. Even with his exceptionally good eye sight Galleck questioned whether her eyes were actually different colors. No, as the trail led her to a patch of sunlight he could see that it was true. The implications of meeting her were...
Galleck stepped into the sunlight, arms raised. "Ho there, girl! I mean you no harm!" He paused.
"Are there others like you? Maybe from a village or large camp?" As he spoke he heard the familiar snapping of one his traps and the crack of bone.
He had gathered wood for a fire the night before, not sure if he wanted to risk it, and his stomach demanded a warm meal. Galleck strung his bow in the strange dawn twilight, stepping on the end and making it bend. He left his small axe stuck high in a tree's branches, someone would have to be looking for traces of habitation to find his camp sites.
It was a good hour later, Galleck had been following the tracks of a large boar through the woodlands. The sun was just starting to shine it's morning light on the world, bathing his cold stiff joints in the sunlight. He could hear the snuffling of a boar ahead. Galleck slowed and the stopped. Raising his bow to his eye Galleck took a deep breath. Resin from the arrow fletching filled his nostrils. He waited. His heartbeats were the only sound in the morning light, the birds not yet woken. The dull rhythmic thump accompanied his vigil.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thwip! Thwack!
The squeal of the boar resounded in the forest. A few moments later the first chirrups and songs cracked the silence with their woodland harmony.
Galleck sat next to his fire, munching loudly. His skinning knife stabbing choice chunks. Galleck had only eaten a small portion of the boar, the rest he put high between two trees with twine a good mile to his east. It kept predators away from his camp site and if he needed some later it would be a while before some wily scavenger got to it.
At midday Galleck was making his way to a nearby creek bed. He only came here once every few days to replenish his water supply. The good meal and the warmth of the sun put a rather nice stride in his step, so it was that Galleck grew careless. As he heard a strange windy noise, as if coming from a tunnel he stepped a twig. It snapped loudly, making Galleck wince. He paused only for a few moments before stepping lightly against a tree. After a while he heard the lapping noises of a horse, after some time it was followed by a small feminine laugh.
This was very strange. Galleck sometimes crossed paths with poachers and soldiers, but this was different. He stalked quietly beside a trail he knew and waited. His guess was correct, he could see a mounted figure some ways down the trail. Even with his exceptionally good eye sight Galleck questioned whether her eyes were actually different colors. No, as the trail led her to a patch of sunlight he could see that it was true. The implications of meeting her were...
Galleck stepped into the sunlight, arms raised. "Ho there, girl! I mean you no harm!" He paused.
"Are there others like you? Maybe from a village or large camp?" As he spoke he heard the familiar snapping of one his traps and the crack of bone.
OOC Notes
Naida had climbed one of the tallest trees she could find, that were still close to the camp. She chuckled with joy when she reached the top to find her white lacy dress had not been dirtied at all. From here she could see the path that people tended to use to come in and out of the base. She couldn’t wait for her sister to come back. She would give her hell for leaving without saying a word. She frowned, when would her mother and sister see her as a woman?! She was 14 after all!!
She grew bored, the novelty of being so high soon wore off seeing as she climbed this particular tree all the time. She decided to try out her powers... She wished she could create the same mini tornado that Ali could. She tried with all her might, and her hair gently blew around her face. It wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but it was a reaction after all. She tried again, not sure exactly what she should be focussing on. This time nothing happened. She let out a small squall of annoyance and decided that having powers was over rating anyway. It was lame what her sister could do, truly lame. She wished she could believe it.
Naida pulled out the apple she had been given earlier and sat too eat it. Naida knew she could get whatever she wanted, all she had to do was bat her eyelids and give out hugs, then people handed her things. She took a deep bite into the apple, it was juicy and tasted sweet. She savoured it, and all the while kept watch on the path.
Meanwhile Freya rocked her baby, it just wouldn’t stop crying. Perhaps poor little Faith was hungry, she thought with despair. She didn’t have much milk. If she could only find a little more food then maybe she could produce more for her baby. Tears sprung to her eyes. Perhaps she really was a terrible mother. But if she gave Faith away then she would surely be exterminated, and at the thought of that she began to cry harder.
This was one of the days where Freya considered going home. Perhaps love over ruled hate. Perhaps her parents would love Freya and Faith as much as Freya loved Faith. Except that her father was one of the Guard. He sought after, and killed the Exiles. Her baby would be just another threat to the kingdom.
But how could she survive, she was hungry. She was cold. She lay down on her feeble mattress her baby cuddled against her. She threw the blanket over them both and stroked Faith’s head until the tiny baby’s crying subsided. Faith gently slipped into a dream. Freya wondered what she was dreaming of, and hoped that it was peaceful. Freya was painfully away that the baby had experienced nothing but the cold and hunger. They needed help. They needed help soon. Without it neither of them could survive.
She grew bored, the novelty of being so high soon wore off seeing as she climbed this particular tree all the time. She decided to try out her powers... She wished she could create the same mini tornado that Ali could. She tried with all her might, and her hair gently blew around her face. It wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but it was a reaction after all. She tried again, not sure exactly what she should be focussing on. This time nothing happened. She let out a small squall of annoyance and decided that having powers was over rating anyway. It was lame what her sister could do, truly lame. She wished she could believe it.
Naida pulled out the apple she had been given earlier and sat too eat it. Naida knew she could get whatever she wanted, all she had to do was bat her eyelids and give out hugs, then people handed her things. She took a deep bite into the apple, it was juicy and tasted sweet. She savoured it, and all the while kept watch on the path.
Meanwhile Freya rocked her baby, it just wouldn’t stop crying. Perhaps poor little Faith was hungry, she thought with despair. She didn’t have much milk. If she could only find a little more food then maybe she could produce more for her baby. Tears sprung to her eyes. Perhaps she really was a terrible mother. But if she gave Faith away then she would surely be exterminated, and at the thought of that she began to cry harder.
This was one of the days where Freya considered going home. Perhaps love over ruled hate. Perhaps her parents would love Freya and Faith as much as Freya loved Faith. Except that her father was one of the Guard. He sought after, and killed the Exiles. Her baby would be just another threat to the kingdom.
But how could she survive, she was hungry. She was cold. She lay down on her feeble mattress her baby cuddled against her. She threw the blanket over them both and stroked Faith’s head until the tiny baby’s crying subsided. Faith gently slipped into a dream. Freya wondered what she was dreaming of, and hoped that it was peaceful. Freya was painfully away that the baby had experienced nothing but the cold and hunger. They needed help. They needed help soon. Without it neither of them could survive.
OOC Notes
Jet had been scavenging around. He'd been asked by a few of the villagers to go out and gather as much as he could, maybe find some supplies or at least some food. Things hadn't been going well lately among everyone, but he still managed to keep up his enthusiastic attitude when around the people. They all needed all the support and good spirits they could get. Which is why he was more than willing to go out and search for things to help them out, if only a little. Every little bit helped, right?
He sighed and picked up a few apples, checking them for worms or bugs before tossing them into his basket. He'd lucked out and found a whole apple tree just a mile or two from the village. The apples, along with a few good herbs he happened to find after vigorous scanning, would be all he could bring back. He knew it wasn't much considering, but again, every little bit helped. So he hoped anyway.
Re-checking the tree for any more reachable apples, Jet figured this haul was good enough. His basket was pretty full anyway. They would be happy, especially those with children and babies to feed. This all was the least he could do after all the things they'd done to raise him. Everyone in the village has been so nice to him since he got there so he felt in debt to them all, even the ones who came after him. He didn't mind one bit. Jet turned away from the tree and decided to start heading back home, roaming the trail back to his village without much of a thought on his mind.
He sighed and picked up a few apples, checking them for worms or bugs before tossing them into his basket. He'd lucked out and found a whole apple tree just a mile or two from the village. The apples, along with a few good herbs he happened to find after vigorous scanning, would be all he could bring back. He knew it wasn't much considering, but again, every little bit helped. So he hoped anyway.
Re-checking the tree for any more reachable apples, Jet figured this haul was good enough. His basket was pretty full anyway. They would be happy, especially those with children and babies to feed. This all was the least he could do after all the things they'd done to raise him. Everyone in the village has been so nice to him since he got there so he felt in debt to them all, even the ones who came after him. He didn't mind one bit. Jet turned away from the tree and decided to start heading back home, roaming the trail back to his village without much of a thought on his mind.
OOC Notes
It was days like these that were always considered to be her favorite. Days when work was rather repetitive and did not require a whole lot of thought or attention, rather her mind could wander aimlessly where ever it decided it wanted to go. Not that that was to say there was not important work to be done, mercy no. However, growing and tending to the gardens that kept the encampment healthy and safe was one of Cora's favorite chores to do. It was not unusual to see her spend several hours scattered across just a few days in the small gardens, a small, content smile on her face. It really took her very little thought, for the most part to provide the growing plants with a little added....oomph...to get them to grow stronger, faster, and even a little bit more potent. Well, usually anyway.
"Now you're being particularly stubborn, aren't you?" Cora murmured softly to a small sprout that wasn't growing nearly as well as those around it. She tilted her head slightly in thought, as though listening to a petulant child's whines. Her small smile reappeared on her face and with a shake of her head she gently touched the leaves of the tiny plant. Her smile widened in slight amusement as the sprout slowly began to grow and wrap itself around her finger. With a soft chuckle under her breath, she withdrew her hand and dusted both on the worn apron that covered her skirts.
After a moment's pause to examine the plants that surrounded her, Cora rose to her feet, pulling her satchel back over her head, settling it into the usual spot on her shoulder. Said satchel was slightly heavier than it had been when she had first approached the gardens due to the fact that it now carried some of the newly harvested plants that she would need to keep up with her various supplies. While some, such as the ones use for more offensive purposes, did not run low as often as the ones meant for healing and the like. Those in particular, unfortunately, tended to need refilling more frequently than she liked to think.
With a final cursory look around, the young woman made her way back towards the more populated area of the camp. After fifteen years of living amongst them, she had outgrown the shy, removed, type of girl she'd once been. Though occasionally, she looked at them and a stray, unwelcomed, thought would enter her mind. How many of their loved ones, their fathers, mothers, sons, daughters and friends...how many of them died at my father's hands? The thought always caused her to lower her gaze, kept her from meeting the eyes of those around her. As far as Cora knew, the rest of the so called "Exiled" knew nothing of her paternal heritage. Eight years old was a young age, but not so young that she was naive or ignorant to who and what her father was.
She drew herself from the dark thought path when a vine, which had wound itself throughout many of a large tree's branches reached for her, as though to try to comfort. Cora stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, pulling herself back together before allowing herself to smile as the vine receded. She really did need to stop letting her mind have its own way all the time.
"Now you're being particularly stubborn, aren't you?" Cora murmured softly to a small sprout that wasn't growing nearly as well as those around it. She tilted her head slightly in thought, as though listening to a petulant child's whines. Her small smile reappeared on her face and with a shake of her head she gently touched the leaves of the tiny plant. Her smile widened in slight amusement as the sprout slowly began to grow and wrap itself around her finger. With a soft chuckle under her breath, she withdrew her hand and dusted both on the worn apron that covered her skirts.
After a moment's pause to examine the plants that surrounded her, Cora rose to her feet, pulling her satchel back over her head, settling it into the usual spot on her shoulder. Said satchel was slightly heavier than it had been when she had first approached the gardens due to the fact that it now carried some of the newly harvested plants that she would need to keep up with her various supplies. While some, such as the ones use for more offensive purposes, did not run low as often as the ones meant for healing and the like. Those in particular, unfortunately, tended to need refilling more frequently than she liked to think.
With a final cursory look around, the young woman made her way back towards the more populated area of the camp. After fifteen years of living amongst them, she had outgrown the shy, removed, type of girl she'd once been. Though occasionally, she looked at them and a stray, unwelcomed, thought would enter her mind. How many of their loved ones, their fathers, mothers, sons, daughters and friends...how many of them died at my father's hands? The thought always caused her to lower her gaze, kept her from meeting the eyes of those around her. As far as Cora knew, the rest of the so called "Exiled" knew nothing of her paternal heritage. Eight years old was a young age, but not so young that she was naive or ignorant to who and what her father was.
She drew herself from the dark thought path when a vine, which had wound itself throughout many of a large tree's branches reached for her, as though to try to comfort. Cora stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, pulling herself back together before allowing herself to smile as the vine receded. She really did need to stop letting her mind have its own way all the time.
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Click, click, click.
"Ah there we are." A young, but cool male's sounded. A man stood up as he laid down his tool with his left hand and lifted the just repaired pistol from the workbench. The young man turned around, his long white hair, and matching trenchcoat lagging behind the quick movement, to face the gentleman behind him who was dressed in a rather smart suitcoat and slacks. "It seems the locking fixture for the hammer had been displaced." he said handing the flintlock to it's owner. "I took the liberty of cleaning the barrel and replacing a slowly rusting lock cog. It should work better than new now." he continued confidently.
"Why thank you Kyden, you've always done fine work for me boy." the gentleman replied happily turning the gun around to get a full view of it. He set the pistol to it's holster within the jacket and began to fumble with his coin purse. "Now then, what's the service charge come to?"
Kyden looked to the ceiling for a moment in thought. "I'd say around 3 gold pieces would cover the whole." He answered.
The man's smile seemed to fall a notch and his eyes wandered around the room. "I see." He returned slowly and with a lack of enthusiasm. "That's quite a sum greater than what the normal rates seem to go." Giving Kyden a rather disheartened stare.
Looking down the young man thought of how best to explain the situation. "Yes... Yes it is." He replied. "Your pistol requires a rather odd sized gear and locking mechanism. I happened to have a sizable match that I was able to fit after some adjustments and modification, but it was my last one. I practically replaced the entire system." Kyden explained sincerely. "It's not the easiest of jobs you understand."
The man's face became stern. "Well then perhaps you should have more parts readily available to forgo such workarounds and more importantly the strain on my coin purse." he said with a condescending tone. Kyden only looked away and muttered something that could be assumed as an apology. The man left a single gold piece on the workbench and turned to leave. "Next time I expect better quality work from you Kyden, you can then receive the rightful amount!" He left the words hanging in the air as he slammed the wooden entrance to the shop closed.
Loosing a sigh, Kyden walked to the bench and lifted the single coin. "Well it's enough to feed me for the next five days anyway, but isn't a damn towards my necessary parts demand." He pocketed the coin, and left the shop he called "home" headed out into the city of Beria, casually strolling towards the market to purchase what he could to sustain himself.
"Ah there we are." A young, but cool male's sounded. A man stood up as he laid down his tool with his left hand and lifted the just repaired pistol from the workbench. The young man turned around, his long white hair, and matching trenchcoat lagging behind the quick movement, to face the gentleman behind him who was dressed in a rather smart suitcoat and slacks. "It seems the locking fixture for the hammer had been displaced." he said handing the flintlock to it's owner. "I took the liberty of cleaning the barrel and replacing a slowly rusting lock cog. It should work better than new now." he continued confidently.
"Why thank you Kyden, you've always done fine work for me boy." the gentleman replied happily turning the gun around to get a full view of it. He set the pistol to it's holster within the jacket and began to fumble with his coin purse. "Now then, what's the service charge come to?"
Kyden looked to the ceiling for a moment in thought. "I'd say around 3 gold pieces would cover the whole." He answered.
The man's smile seemed to fall a notch and his eyes wandered around the room. "I see." He returned slowly and with a lack of enthusiasm. "That's quite a sum greater than what the normal rates seem to go." Giving Kyden a rather disheartened stare.
Looking down the young man thought of how best to explain the situation. "Yes... Yes it is." He replied. "Your pistol requires a rather odd sized gear and locking mechanism. I happened to have a sizable match that I was able to fit after some adjustments and modification, but it was my last one. I practically replaced the entire system." Kyden explained sincerely. "It's not the easiest of jobs you understand."
The man's face became stern. "Well then perhaps you should have more parts readily available to forgo such workarounds and more importantly the strain on my coin purse." he said with a condescending tone. Kyden only looked away and muttered something that could be assumed as an apology. The man left a single gold piece on the workbench and turned to leave. "Next time I expect better quality work from you Kyden, you can then receive the rightful amount!" He left the words hanging in the air as he slammed the wooden entrance to the shop closed.
Loosing a sigh, Kyden walked to the bench and lifted the single coin. "Well it's enough to feed me for the next five days anyway, but isn't a damn towards my necessary parts demand." He pocketed the coin, and left the shop he called "home" headed out into the city of Beria, casually strolling towards the market to purchase what he could to sustain himself.
OOC Notes
Ali rode draped over Prince's back. She believed there was no danger out here. She was alone with the trees, the plants and the sun. With every gentle breeze that swept around, the leaves of the trees whispered teasingly to one another, telling secrets that only Ali could imagine. With a soft smile, she ran her hand over the top of a bush when they passed it. Straightening, she looked up at the blue sky, without a single cloud to be seen. Achieved by her own fair hand, well feelings. The camp wasn't far now. She'd soon be back with her sister. She was going to savour this whilst it lasted. Preferring to be alone was one thing, actually being alone in a beautiful place like this was another. Naida could be....difficult when she wanted to be and Ali's return would be not be a welcome one. Ali knew she should have take her sister with her, but she would have just gotten in the way and made things all the more difficult.
Prince was upon the trail now and had picked up a little more speed. His mane tossed and glinted in the sun. His tail flicked the flies away, swishing to and fro. Ali ran a hand down his sweaty neck. It was too hot for him and they hadn't rested long enough. No matter, they were close to the camp and he could rest then. Ever since Ali had laid eyes upon this horse she had fallen in love with him. He'd been an abandoned foal when she first saw him and after nursing him back to health, she'd demanded that he was to stay at the camp. Her mother relented for a change, in the hope that it might calm Ali down somewhat. And to everyone's surprise, it had. She was far calmer than she had been over the last few years. That was not to say that she regretted her behaviour, because she didn't.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a man burst from the bushes. Ali's breath caught in her throat as she felt Prince rear, kicking his front legs out, his back ones prancing, holding all of his weight. With nothing to grasp hold of, she tumbled backwards, landing heavily on her back. Rolling out of the way of Prince's now prancing feet, since he was back on all fours. She scrambled to her feet, taking his reins and pulling him to her, keeping him under control. When he was calmed she rounded on the man, her eyes narrowed furiously. "Are you completely foolish?" She demanded, her voice full of anger and resentment.
"You just appear and expect a horse to just sit back and take that! You mean me no harm, but you could have killed me!" Brushing wisps of raven hair from her eyes, she turned away, stroking Prince's nose. "Waving your hands about probably didn't help!" When she turned back again, her different coloured eyes glinted furiously, but it faded when she heard the sound of the trap. "And what on Hermiant was that?"
Prince was upon the trail now and had picked up a little more speed. His mane tossed and glinted in the sun. His tail flicked the flies away, swishing to and fro. Ali ran a hand down his sweaty neck. It was too hot for him and they hadn't rested long enough. No matter, they were close to the camp and he could rest then. Ever since Ali had laid eyes upon this horse she had fallen in love with him. He'd been an abandoned foal when she first saw him and after nursing him back to health, she'd demanded that he was to stay at the camp. Her mother relented for a change, in the hope that it might calm Ali down somewhat. And to everyone's surprise, it had. She was far calmer than she had been over the last few years. That was not to say that she regretted her behaviour, because she didn't.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a man burst from the bushes. Ali's breath caught in her throat as she felt Prince rear, kicking his front legs out, his back ones prancing, holding all of his weight. With nothing to grasp hold of, she tumbled backwards, landing heavily on her back. Rolling out of the way of Prince's now prancing feet, since he was back on all fours. She scrambled to her feet, taking his reins and pulling him to her, keeping him under control. When he was calmed she rounded on the man, her eyes narrowed furiously. "Are you completely foolish?" She demanded, her voice full of anger and resentment.
"You just appear and expect a horse to just sit back and take that! You mean me no harm, but you could have killed me!" Brushing wisps of raven hair from her eyes, she turned away, stroking Prince's nose. "Waving your hands about probably didn't help!" When she turned back again, her different coloured eyes glinted furiously, but it faded when she heard the sound of the trap. "And what on Hermiant was that?"
OOC Notes
Like most mornings, Melda was the first to wake in the camp. She savored this time alone, however brief, and took it to find serenity. To the others, Melda seemed cool and collected, considering her rather young age. She has been at this camp for nine years. She knows the ropes. Melda wandered from the sleeping area and into the forest. To the untrained eye the path would have been invisible, but she knew it well. As she walked, she veered off the path about midway through. She was heading to a secret haven of her own. She found it when she first came to the camp as a ten year old girl. Melda emerged from the think wall of green into a clearing. The clearing had a small stream cutting through the middle, going from East to West. There were many wildflowers here aswell, and an ancient willow tree. She walked to the willow, and clambered up it low hanging branches. This is the time she wanted much more of. Free of responsibility, just for five or ten minutes. As she lay on the branches, surrounded by curtain after curtain of pale green leaves, she felt at peace.
After a few minutes, she felt obliged to leave. She knew the camp would be waking soon. She carefully climbed down, a difficult task in a dress. She crossed over to the stream and knelt beside it. Taking the small length of twine she always wore on her rist, a small reminder of her middle class life in the city (noone born in the camp knew of 'jewlry'), and tied up her hair. She splashed some cool water on her face, and massaged her temples. Another long, hard day to face. She doesn't dislike it here at the camp, after all they took her in and practically raised her. But the redundancy of camp life routine had her weary.
Instead of heading back toward camp, Melda took another path, heading deeper into the forest. She knew where to get the best medicinal herbs, and thought it would be kind to bring some back to help out a little more. After nearly half an hour of gethering herbs, piling them in her apron for she hadn't thought to grab a basket on the way out, Melda headed back to camp. Along the way, she glimpsed the apple tree. The others had come the day before to gather the ripened fruit, so she was surprised to find a single red apple resting on the forest floor. She scurried over to grab it, picked it up, and ate it heading back to the camp. That was her breakfast, and probably lunch too.
She entered camp just as the days chores began.
After a few minutes, she felt obliged to leave. She knew the camp would be waking soon. She carefully climbed down, a difficult task in a dress. She crossed over to the stream and knelt beside it. Taking the small length of twine she always wore on her rist, a small reminder of her middle class life in the city (noone born in the camp knew of 'jewlry'), and tied up her hair. She splashed some cool water on her face, and massaged her temples. Another long, hard day to face. She doesn't dislike it here at the camp, after all they took her in and practically raised her. But the redundancy of camp life routine had her weary.
Instead of heading back toward camp, Melda took another path, heading deeper into the forest. She knew where to get the best medicinal herbs, and thought it would be kind to bring some back to help out a little more. After nearly half an hour of gethering herbs, piling them in her apron for she hadn't thought to grab a basket on the way out, Melda headed back to camp. Along the way, she glimpsed the apple tree. The others had come the day before to gather the ripened fruit, so she was surprised to find a single red apple resting on the forest floor. She scurried over to grab it, picked it up, and ate it heading back to the camp. That was her breakfast, and probably lunch too.
She entered camp just as the days chores began.
OOC Notes
The girl had already started voicing her indignation as Galleck stepped through the trees to where he placed his trap. His steps were deliberate and obvious, the crunch of underbrush giving away his location. He rounded a sizable cedar and found what could be nothing other than one of the fabled wild men you heard tells of in seedy taverns from drunk soldiers. Galleck didn't say anything, but squatted just out of reach of the man, his hands open and facing the creature.
"Hey, pal." Galleck inched a bit closer, still out of reach, "You and me, we're friends. Alright?"
Just a bit more. "I'm not gonna hurt you, but I'm gonna unset this thing."
The man's leg would need attention. Luckily Galleck carried a poultice and bandages for himself. The trap was old, something he'd put there weeks ago. He was surprised it still worked.
"Trust me, pal... I need you to-" Galleck's arm shot and unset the trap, his fingers brushing the man's leg on the way back. He hoped he wouldn't lose that hand.
"Hey, pal." Galleck inched a bit closer, still out of reach, "You and me, we're friends. Alright?"
Just a bit more. "I'm not gonna hurt you, but I'm gonna unset this thing."
The man's leg would need attention. Luckily Galleck carried a poultice and bandages for himself. The trap was old, something he'd put there weeks ago. He was surprised it still worked.
"Trust me, pal... I need you to-" Galleck's arm shot and unset the trap, his fingers brushing the man's leg on the way back. He hoped he wouldn't lose that hand.
OOC Notes
Aero had calmed down when he found out that the thing that bit him wasn't anything that wanted to eat him. It was the first time he had seen a trap, since he had lived far away from civilization most of his life, he didn't know much of the human technology. He sat down looking at it for some time, to see if he would be able to get it off at some point other than violence. His brain hadn't been trained in logic and thinking since the only thing he normally thought about was survival, but he wasn't all stupid, after all he was and would always be human.
Suddenly he heard something coming from the bushes. It was a man who approached. At start Aero was ready to transform his body, but as the man began to speak in a language he knew of he stopped the transformation and let the man get closer. At all time Aero's instinct told him to kill the danger that approached him, but in some way he sensed no harm from the person in front of him, and relaxed his muscles.
He growled as the man touched his leg but stopped when the pain in his leg suddenly disappeared a little and he saw that the man was taking the trap of his foot. Just as he was released from the metal trap, he turned around and jumped three feet away from the man, but stopped and turned towards the man again, bowing his head and letting out a little "Thank you." Before he ran further away. It was painful running on his leg and he hobbled most of the time because of it, but he had had enough adventure for today. He didn't know that the man would treat his wound, and would surely not have stayed for it anyway. He didn't like to owe creatures anything, some day he would repay the man indeed, but for now he wanted to treat his wound.
Aero stopped as he was at a little lake, not far from the other place. The sun shined down through the trees and glowed through the clear water, it was a beautiful place. He put his leg into the water to clean the wound. He had had many wounds in previous times and found out that this was the best way to treat it. As he took it up again he found a bone from his clothes, found some different things around in the wood he could use like some kind of bandage, and put it around his leg. Normally it wouldn't take long for his wounds to heal; his transformation powers helped his body at that point. After treating his wound he looked into the clear water and calmed down.
Suddenly he heard something coming from the bushes. It was a man who approached. At start Aero was ready to transform his body, but as the man began to speak in a language he knew of he stopped the transformation and let the man get closer. At all time Aero's instinct told him to kill the danger that approached him, but in some way he sensed no harm from the person in front of him, and relaxed his muscles.
He growled as the man touched his leg but stopped when the pain in his leg suddenly disappeared a little and he saw that the man was taking the trap of his foot. Just as he was released from the metal trap, he turned around and jumped three feet away from the man, but stopped and turned towards the man again, bowing his head and letting out a little "Thank you." Before he ran further away. It was painful running on his leg and he hobbled most of the time because of it, but he had had enough adventure for today. He didn't know that the man would treat his wound, and would surely not have stayed for it anyway. He didn't like to owe creatures anything, some day he would repay the man indeed, but for now he wanted to treat his wound.
Aero stopped as he was at a little lake, not far from the other place. The sun shined down through the trees and glowed through the clear water, it was a beautiful place. He put his leg into the water to clean the wound. He had had many wounds in previous times and found out that this was the best way to treat it. As he took it up again he found a bone from his clothes, found some different things around in the wood he could use like some kind of bandage, and put it around his leg. Normally it wouldn't take long for his wounds to heal; his transformation powers helped his body at that point. After treating his wound he looked into the clear water and calmed down.
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Jet took a small detour on his way back to the camp. It wasn't exactly intentional, to be honest, but he had a tendency to get lost a lot and sometimes ended up wandering for hours. Not that he minded at all. He enjoyed the feeling of not knowing where he was and didn't believe in the literal sense of being 'lost' so much as being happily misguided into someplace new. It gave him a contradictory sense of freedom, of control. However, today he didn't want to be lost for too long so he could bring the apples back to the village, so he took a path that was vaguely familiar to him.
Coming to a sort of clearing, he held the basket of fruit and herbs under one arm and walked up to the edge of the lake, staring at his reflection in the water and making different faces. Smiling at his own childishness, he decided he should move on. Carrying around the basket was beginning to become a pain anyway. Looking up, though, he was surprised to see someone else not too far away on the other side of the lake. Someone he'd never seen before--surely not from the village, and definitely, judging by his clothes, smell, and looks in general, not from the city. Upon closer inspection, he could just make out the twinkle of two very different colored eyes. This, at the least, relaxed him enough to approach the person who seemed to be in some sort of pain.
"Hey," Jet started in a soft, careful tone as to not provoke the beast-like human. "What happened to you, dude? You're bleeding." He knew he couldn't be of much help to a wound and anyways, it looked like the guy had it under control, so he didn't bother. He grabbed an apple from his basket and offered it to him.
Coming to a sort of clearing, he held the basket of fruit and herbs under one arm and walked up to the edge of the lake, staring at his reflection in the water and making different faces. Smiling at his own childishness, he decided he should move on. Carrying around the basket was beginning to become a pain anyway. Looking up, though, he was surprised to see someone else not too far away on the other side of the lake. Someone he'd never seen before--surely not from the village, and definitely, judging by his clothes, smell, and looks in general, not from the city. Upon closer inspection, he could just make out the twinkle of two very different colored eyes. This, at the least, relaxed him enough to approach the person who seemed to be in some sort of pain.
"Hey," Jet started in a soft, careful tone as to not provoke the beast-like human. "What happened to you, dude? You're bleeding." He knew he couldn't be of much help to a wound and anyways, it looked like the guy had it under control, so he didn't bother. He grabbed an apple from his basket and offered it to him.
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Aero kept looking as another human-being approached him. How many humans are around this part of the forest, and are they in some kind of pack? As the man spoke to him, Aero began to remember more words than he thought he knew, when he first met a human again after all those years. "Metal jaws." He answered the man as he took the apple with a serious look in his eyes. Another thing he didn't understand while living with the wolf pack was the fact that he likes both food from the trees and from the animals and the wolves only ate meat. He was glad to finally see someone that could eat the same way as him.
As he bit in the apple he turned his head towards the clear water again. He didn't really hate having company but he wasn't good at talking with others. He had lived with the wolves, and the way they communicated was by biting each other, growling or howling. It was simple and easy, he remembered the language he once spoke, but he didn't remember how much people normally communicated through body language and spoken language.
The sunshine that touched his body felt warm and nice, he stretched his arms and fell onto his back. "You part of a pack?" He used his transformation, but only in his left leg to make it heal faster. It began to make cracking sounds.
As he bit in the apple he turned his head towards the clear water again. He didn't really hate having company but he wasn't good at talking with others. He had lived with the wolves, and the way they communicated was by biting each other, growling or howling. It was simple and easy, he remembered the language he once spoke, but he didn't remember how much people normally communicated through body language and spoken language.
The sunshine that touched his body felt warm and nice, he stretched his arms and fell onto his back. "You part of a pack?" He used his transformation, but only in his left leg to make it heal faster. It began to make cracking sounds.
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Jet watched the guy, who appeared to be at least a few years older than him and built stronger and rougher, with great interest. He had an intriguing type of power he'd never witnessed before from anyone in the village. He nodded at the answer, only slightly registering it. He took an apple of his own, glad to know the man wasn't going to attack him or anything, and bit into it loudly, talking with his mouthful. Some people thought of it as rude, but he really wasn't entirely a 'manners' sort of guy. "A pack?" That was an odd way of putting it, he thought, but then again, this was an odd guy he was talking to. "You could say that. I live in a small village not too far away."
Jet yawned and took another large bite out of the delicious apple as he sat next to the guy on the edge of the lake. He'd just met him, but Jet was sociable like that. He liked his alone time as much as the next guy, but it was still nice to associate with others. Especially someone he had never met before. Besides, it wasn't like he was in some sort of hurry or anything anyway. He had time to kill. The faster he got back to the village, the sooner he had to do chores. Not something he had the urge to do. "So where do you come from?" he asked, staring out over the water.
Jet yawned and took another large bite out of the delicious apple as he sat next to the guy on the edge of the lake. He'd just met him, but Jet was sociable like that. He liked his alone time as much as the next guy, but it was still nice to associate with others. Especially someone he had never met before. Besides, it wasn't like he was in some sort of hurry or anything anyway. He had time to kill. The faster he got back to the village, the sooner he had to do chores. Not something he had the urge to do. "So where do you come from?" he asked, staring out over the water.
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Ali had followed the man with a scowl upon her face. She didn't trust him, but she was curious to see what the sound had been. It had been an odd one to say the least. Cautiously she followed the same trail that he had, only she kept a few steps behind, out of view. Leaving Prince on the trail had been no hassle, he wasn't likely to wander anywhere. To her surprise, it was a man caught in a trap that they had heard. Well, more of a beast-man. She watched, eyes wide as the first one released the trap from his leg. What an awful thing to happen. Leaving them before either one could spot her, especially the fool who had jumped out in front of Prince. She returned to her horse. She intended of course to go straight home, but the incident that she had just witnessed interested her too much. Upon reaching Prince who was waiting patiently, she looked in the direction they had to travel to camp. "Go home Prince, I'll be along soon." She slapped his hindquarters in order to get him going. He was reluctant, but he knew this drill. Often they'd get upon the trail and Ali would decide she had something to do. Naida would be furious when Prince returned without Ali.
Turning, she headed back into the bushes, avoiding where the clearing was and the man with the trap. Something about him set her on edge. Not only did he jump in front of her horse, which was bad enough, he was setting traps a bit too close to the camp and the trail. Scanning the floor, she searched for the trail of blood, which she soon laid eyes upon. Following it would be easy. Seeing if the man was alright would be a whole different matter.
It led to a little lake and as she crouched and watched, he cleaned his wound. Intending to come out from her hiding place, she was halted. Was that Jet, from the village? She thought so. It wasn't a very large group of Exiled and mostly everyone knew everyone else. Straightening, she strode from the bush she was hidden in and walked the distance between them. "Hey there," She called out, to warn them of her presence. She didn't want to go frightening anyone. Ali was cautious in her approach and kept her eyes on the one who'd be caught in the trap. After all, she'd heard his feral growl towards the other. "Hello Jet." She acknowledged the one from her village with a small smile. "I came to check if you were alright. I saw what happened. Those traps are awful things." Her voice was softer than it normally would have been, like when she'd been addressing the other man.
Turning, she headed back into the bushes, avoiding where the clearing was and the man with the trap. Something about him set her on edge. Not only did he jump in front of her horse, which was bad enough, he was setting traps a bit too close to the camp and the trail. Scanning the floor, she searched for the trail of blood, which she soon laid eyes upon. Following it would be easy. Seeing if the man was alright would be a whole different matter.
It led to a little lake and as she crouched and watched, he cleaned his wound. Intending to come out from her hiding place, she was halted. Was that Jet, from the village? She thought so. It wasn't a very large group of Exiled and mostly everyone knew everyone else. Straightening, she strode from the bush she was hidden in and walked the distance between them. "Hey there," She called out, to warn them of her presence. She didn't want to go frightening anyone. Ali was cautious in her approach and kept her eyes on the one who'd be caught in the trap. After all, she'd heard his feral growl towards the other. "Hello Jet." She acknowledged the one from her village with a small smile. "I came to check if you were alright. I saw what happened. Those traps are awful things." Her voice was softer than it normally would have been, like when she'd been addressing the other man.
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"A trap?" Aero looked confused for a second, then he remembered the word. "Yeah traps are mean. But in the nature anything goes." He didn't know why he talked to the two persons around him, but it felt nice. He didn't answer the womans question about how his leg was doing. "Where did your creature go?" He faced the woman behind him, and saw that she like the others he had met had two different eye colors. But there were something different about her, she didn't look happy even though she used a soft voice. He didn't know why but he felt an imprecision of something painful in her.
Aero tried to stand up, his leg had already healed, but the transformation ability made him hungry, and the apple the man had given him was not enough. He took off all the things around his leg and walked down into the water, and cleaned the coagulated blood off the place the wound had been. He walked up to the woman and stared into her eyes "Why you in pain?" He would hunt right after talking a bit to her, he was curious... Too damn curious about all the new things around him.
Aero tried to stand up, his leg had already healed, but the transformation ability made him hungry, and the apple the man had given him was not enough. He took off all the things around his leg and walked down into the water, and cleaned the coagulated blood off the place the wound had been. He walked up to the woman and stared into her eyes "Why you in pain?" He would hunt right after talking a bit to her, he was curious... Too damn curious about all the new things around him.
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Jet was only slightly surprised to see the familiar Ali joining them by the lakeside. He nodded to her in greeting, giving her his usual smile. "Hey, Ali." Jet enjoyed Ali's company, though he didn't talk to her as much as some of the others in the village. Since everyone was usually so friendly with each other and in need, he was always too busy running around doing chores or requests to sit down and have an actual conversation with someone. It was usually enough to distract him or cure his boredom unless he was wandering around the forest, regardless of the Elders' warnings of doing so.
He stood up and cracked his back, deciding now was as good a time as any to start heading back to the village to deliver the food and herbs he'd collected. It was nice to relax every once in a while, but people needed things to be done and there weren't that many hands in the village to accomplish them. "I don't wanna seem rude, but I gotta get going," he said, grabbing the basket and giving them a wave over his shoulder as he brushed by Ali. "See you later, Ali."
He stood up and cracked his back, deciding now was as good a time as any to start heading back to the village to deliver the food and herbs he'd collected. It was nice to relax every once in a while, but people needed things to be done and there weren't that many hands in the village to accomplish them. "I don't wanna seem rude, but I gotta get going," he said, grabbing the basket and giving them a wave over his shoulder as he brushed by Ali. "See you later, Ali."
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Once her dark cloud of thought had passed, Cora made her way through the encampment to a small hut type building that served as the colony's medical and healing area. The small structure had been improved upon throughout the years, Cora herself having added strength to it by use of the plants she had grown to love. Said plants made it possible to at least have a safe and mostly weatherproofed place for those in need of the structure's services to be helped. It had seen everything from cuts, scrapes, and broken bones to childbirth and illnesses. It was also where Cora made her contribution to the small colony of people.
It took only a few moments for her to refill the stores of the plants that needed to be as fresh as possible, and only a few more to hang those that needed to be dried in order to be of use. Once that was through, Cora sighed quietly in satisfaction at the productive morning. Replacing her satchel back over her shoulder, the young woman lowered herself onto a makeshift stool positioned outside the hut and observed the camp awakening and becoming active for another day. As her eyes and attention idly scanned the area, her hands deftly unwound the braid from her hair before rebraiding it with a wildflower she'd found near the gardens woven in. Once that was done, she began creating more of the packets that she'd learn to use as both shields and weapons. If their was to be a battle against the crown and those who served it in the near future, a heavier cache would certainly be needed.
It took only a few moments for her to refill the stores of the plants that needed to be as fresh as possible, and only a few more to hang those that needed to be dried in order to be of use. Once that was through, Cora sighed quietly in satisfaction at the productive morning. Replacing her satchel back over her shoulder, the young woman lowered herself onto a makeshift stool positioned outside the hut and observed the camp awakening and becoming active for another day. As her eyes and attention idly scanned the area, her hands deftly unwound the braid from her hair before rebraiding it with a wildflower she'd found near the gardens woven in. Once that was done, she began creating more of the packets that she'd learn to use as both shields and weapons. If their was to be a battle against the crown and those who served it in the near future, a heavier cache would certainly be needed.
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Jet reached the village in no time, passing through with a content look on his face. He didn't exactly enjoy the tedious life of living in seclusion, but, for the most part, he accepted it. He'd had multiple arguments with some of the stricter adults and Edlers of the village, ranting about how they needed to stop hiding like scared rats and get out there and do something. They had the power--what did they have to be afraid of, right? Right. But, as per usual, nobody ever followed his words. They were all afraid, he knew, of the possibilities. The possibilities of going out there and never coming back. He had to admit that deep down, so was he. Which was why he remained here day in and day out.
A familiar horse passed by him on the way, but he ignored it and with his basket in hand, Jet opened the door to the medical hut. He set down his basket and looked around, smiling brightly as he came across the lovely face of Cora. "You're getting good," he commented, taking out some of the herbs he'd gathered and organizing them in the cabinets.
A familiar horse passed by him on the way, but he ignored it and with his basket in hand, Jet opened the door to the medical hut. He set down his basket and looked around, smiling brightly as he came across the lovely face of Cora. "You're getting good," he commented, taking out some of the herbs he'd gathered and organizing them in the cabinets.
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Cora glanced up, slightly startled, when the door to the hut flung open. The startled expression was soon replaced with a warm smile and a soft chuckle escaped her, "I have only been working at it for ten years, I should hope I've learned something by now," she replied, her warm smile quirking into warm amusement. Setting her materials back into the satchel, Cora rose from her stool and approached to help Jet with putting the materials into their respective places.
Her smile faded slightly as she observed the medical and healing herbs they were putting away. "I suppose I should probably begin putting more effort into making our plants, especially these ones, more potent?" Cora said quietly. "The camp seems to be getting more and more restless as each day and week passes. In the winters it...that's normal. But in the spring when we are still able to get a way for a few moments." She shook her head slightly as though to clear intruding thoughts before glancing up to Jet curiously, "I suppose it is only a matter of time?"
Her smile faded slightly as she observed the medical and healing herbs they were putting away. "I suppose I should probably begin putting more effort into making our plants, especially these ones, more potent?" Cora said quietly. "The camp seems to be getting more and more restless as each day and week passes. In the winters it...that's normal. But in the spring when we are still able to get a way for a few moments." She shook her head slightly as though to clear intruding thoughts before glancing up to Jet curiously, "I suppose it is only a matter of time?"
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Melda carefully crossed the now bustling encampment. She was heading toward the medical area, and noticed Cora standing out front. She looked deep in thought, and Melda was hesitant to intrude on her meditation. She did so anyway, "Good morning, Cora," she said politely "I went out earlier and found some nice herbs, not nearly as good as the ones you grow but decent, anyway I brought them back for you." She dumped the herbs into an empty basket near by and turned back to Cora to say a quick good bye before heading to do her chores. Just then Jet, another refugee, walked in with herbs of his own. She waved to him aswell.
Melda went accross the camp to where the animals were housed, or rather tied or penned, and began to feed them. The animals had stick food rations. The pigs were given the food wastes of what the refugees were unable to eat, apple cores and that sort of thing. Goats and horses had hay, but not much. The pigs were used for meat, so they didn't live long before being slaughtered. The goats were milked, which Melda did while they ate. The horses were special, along with hay, they each got a small amount of oats. The camp had just a few horses, and they were treated properly so that they could be ridden. Any other animals were their owners responsibility. If you wanted to bring your dog to the camp, that is acceptable. But you would be responsible for feeding it, and also for its behavior. If it bit anyone, it would be killed.
Melda, about two years after coming to the camp, had found herself a pet. She was out one morning, and a pathetic mew caught her attention. In a bush, she found a small amaciated kitten. She knew she shouldn't have brought it home but she couldn't just let it die. She brought it home, and asked the elders if she could "Please keep it!" She was afraid they would say no, so she used her power to persuade them into letting the kitten stay. That was the only time she used her power on the elders. It worked, and now the kitten is a beautiful grey, white, and black cat and healthy enough to catch mice and rats sneaking into the food stores.
Melda went accross the camp to where the animals were housed, or rather tied or penned, and began to feed them. The animals had stick food rations. The pigs were given the food wastes of what the refugees were unable to eat, apple cores and that sort of thing. Goats and horses had hay, but not much. The pigs were used for meat, so they didn't live long before being slaughtered. The goats were milked, which Melda did while they ate. The horses were special, along with hay, they each got a small amount of oats. The camp had just a few horses, and they were treated properly so that they could be ridden. Any other animals were their owners responsibility. If you wanted to bring your dog to the camp, that is acceptable. But you would be responsible for feeding it, and also for its behavior. If it bit anyone, it would be killed.
Melda, about two years after coming to the camp, had found herself a pet. She was out one morning, and a pathetic mew caught her attention. In a bush, she found a small amaciated kitten. She knew she shouldn't have brought it home but she couldn't just let it die. She brought it home, and asked the elders if she could "Please keep it!" She was afraid they would say no, so she used her power to persuade them into letting the kitten stay. That was the only time she used her power on the elders. It worked, and now the kitten is a beautiful grey, white, and black cat and healthy enough to catch mice and rats sneaking into the food stores.
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Galleck cursed aloud at having lost the trail of the girl he had encountered. He did not regret his actions, though. If given the chance he would gladly risk losing contact with anyone that could lead him to one of the Exiled camps to help another in need.
Sighing, the hunter hoisted his gathered materials and began the long trek to his new campsite. There had been too much activity in this corner of the woods lately and he was not willing to risk being found. He considered following the trail the young girl had taken, but she had seemed hostile and Galleck wasn't willing to be hung over a misunderstanding. With another sigh he followed the creek downstream, occasionally passing by a skein of tangled fishing string or bits of cloth. So there were people nearby where he had seen the girl. He shook his head. The presence of a few folk was no indication that it would be a friendly exchange should he be fortunate enough to encounter another denizen of their hidden village. He craved human contact, those had been the first people he had seen in a month. Soon he would pass through some of the frontier towns looking for work. Then his forced hermitage would be over.
"Take out yer fiddle and ya take out yer bow, kick off yer shoes and ya throw 'em on the floor." Those were the only words to the song he knew so he whistled the tune a few times before allowing the silence of the midday forest to take hold.
Sighing, the hunter hoisted his gathered materials and began the long trek to his new campsite. There had been too much activity in this corner of the woods lately and he was not willing to risk being found. He considered following the trail the young girl had taken, but she had seemed hostile and Galleck wasn't willing to be hung over a misunderstanding. With another sigh he followed the creek downstream, occasionally passing by a skein of tangled fishing string or bits of cloth. So there were people nearby where he had seen the girl. He shook his head. The presence of a few folk was no indication that it would be a friendly exchange should he be fortunate enough to encounter another denizen of their hidden village. He craved human contact, those had been the first people he had seen in a month. Soon he would pass through some of the frontier towns looking for work. Then his forced hermitage would be over.
"Take out yer fiddle and ya take out yer bow, kick off yer shoes and ya throw 'em on the floor." Those were the only words to the song he knew so he whistled the tune a few times before allowing the silence of the midday forest to take hold.
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Despite herself, Ali smiled slightly when he referred to Prince as a creature. For she would consider him to be almost human, maybe more so than the man before her. Without answering at first, she said her goodbyes to Jet, nodding her head. Sitting on the edge of the bank, she watched him carefully as he seemed to watch her as well. "My creature was a horse by the name of Prince. Wisely, I sent him back to my home. There is no need for him to be here when I can walk. It is but a little way away." She told him in a soft voice, brushing her long hair from her eyes. Glancing over her shoulder, she wondered if he'd reached the camp already. She should be getting along as well. It would be dark before and she didn't want to risk being out in the dark. Alie had only been caught out once and actually been frightened of the red eyes that she'd seen inbetween the trees. The memory still haunted her deeply. She didn't like to think of it too often.
Chewing her bottom lip, she watched with careful eyes as he stood. However, she did not offer help. She sensed that he would not have readily accepted it, but rather rejected it harshly. Instead, she kept her mouth closed and her eyes upon him as he washed his leg. Ali felt kind of sorry for him. He clearly lived in the wild and this trap seemed to have damaged his leg fairly badly. On the other hand, he seemed to be managing perfectly well. When he turned to her, she arched an eyebrow is wonder. He walked up to her and she was surprised when his eyes met hers. Blinking, she noticed that his eyes too were two different colours. One red and the other green. "Your eyes...." She muttered, realising that he was one of her people, one of the Exiled, but she stopped at his words, blushing slightly.
"I'm not in pain," She said too quickly, shaking her head. Scrambling to her feet, she tore her eyes away, refusing to look at him anymore. "And besides if I was, what would it matter to you? You wouldn't care." Turning, she intended to leave without another words. Instead, a flicker of her old self stopped her dead in her tracks. "Listen," She muttered, looking at him over her shoulder. "If you ever need help surviving as one of the Exiled. The camp is a mile that way." She pointed East. "We'd be more than welcome for you to join us." With this, she hurried throught the bushes, away from the one who had sensed her hidden pain. She needed alone time and she had to walk to the camp. Her fear at his ability showed almost instantly. Clouds began to form over the perfect blue sky, shielding its light. It only happened in a mile and a half radius around Ali, but it happened. Quickening her pace to put distance between them, she kept her head down, thinking...
Chewing her bottom lip, she watched with careful eyes as he stood. However, she did not offer help. She sensed that he would not have readily accepted it, but rather rejected it harshly. Instead, she kept her mouth closed and her eyes upon him as he washed his leg. Ali felt kind of sorry for him. He clearly lived in the wild and this trap seemed to have damaged his leg fairly badly. On the other hand, he seemed to be managing perfectly well. When he turned to her, she arched an eyebrow is wonder. He walked up to her and she was surprised when his eyes met hers. Blinking, she noticed that his eyes too were two different colours. One red and the other green. "Your eyes...." She muttered, realising that he was one of her people, one of the Exiled, but she stopped at his words, blushing slightly.
"I'm not in pain," She said too quickly, shaking her head. Scrambling to her feet, she tore her eyes away, refusing to look at him anymore. "And besides if I was, what would it matter to you? You wouldn't care." Turning, she intended to leave without another words. Instead, a flicker of her old self stopped her dead in her tracks. "Listen," She muttered, looking at him over her shoulder. "If you ever need help surviving as one of the Exiled. The camp is a mile that way." She pointed East. "We'd be more than welcome for you to join us." With this, she hurried throught the bushes, away from the one who had sensed her hidden pain. She needed alone time and she had to walk to the camp. Her fear at his ability showed almost instantly. Clouds began to form over the perfect blue sky, shielding its light. It only happened in a mile and a half radius around Ali, but it happened. Quickening her pace to put distance between them, she kept her head down, thinking...
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As Melda finished up feeding, she headed to do her second chore. She took the path out of camp and into the woods, the same path she had taken ealier. She kept straight rather than heading to the clearing like she had earlier. After several long minutes, she made it to a river. She was to head down the bank about a 1500 meters in each direction and check that the fishing nets were still secure. A simple task. Boring, and usually uneventful. Sometimes she though they had her doing this particular job because they wanted her busy, and away from camp. They knew she could make them do anything she wanted. She didn't, but she could. She thought they were afraid. She thought this often, untill, once in a fortnight, she would find a net unsecured. For a few days after she would think this job was actually necessary.
Today nothing seemed weird, untill she was about 400 meters away from the main trail. At that point she saw something odd, a man perhaps, walking the opposite bank. It took her mere seconds to see that this was no Exhiled man. He was quite human. And soon would see the path to camp. He was about 200 meters away, and across the bank, but he was headed toward her. There's no doubt that he would find and possibly persue the trail. Melda knew she needed to do something to prevent this. They had worked to hard to risk discovery.
She continued on her path, knowing he would see her like she did him. She pulled down her hair, letting it flow freely in the cool breeze. If he did not call out to her, which surely he would, right? Well if he didn't she would call to him.
Today nothing seemed weird, untill she was about 400 meters away from the main trail. At that point she saw something odd, a man perhaps, walking the opposite bank. It took her mere seconds to see that this was no Exhiled man. He was quite human. And soon would see the path to camp. He was about 200 meters away, and across the bank, but he was headed toward her. There's no doubt that he would find and possibly persue the trail. Melda knew she needed to do something to prevent this. They had worked to hard to risk discovery.
She continued on her path, knowing he would see her like she did him. She pulled down her hair, letting it flow freely in the cool breeze. If he did not call out to her, which surely he would, right? Well if he didn't she would call to him.
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Jet's smile faded only slightly, turning away to concentrate on what he was doing while Cora spoke. He ran a hand through his hair when she was done, but still forced his larger smile back. "Yeah, I guess so.." he replied in a lowered voice, just above a whisper. Pushing away from the cabinets, he made himself peppier. "Right, so, great job you're doing here, Cora. I'm glad we have you around." He meant it, too. He didn't want to leave her by herself and after such a short visit, but he felt he should deliver the apples to some of the people. "I should get going. See ya."
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Yeah, so... I'm getting back into role playing and cleaning out my role plays... If no one posts by next week I'm leaving.
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For anyone who cares, I won't be able to post this weekend because I have Prom! yay..
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That's great guys, I will post as soon as TheScarletPlague has, as Ali is awaiting her reply. However, I understand workloads are hard right now, as my own is as well. Don't worry about it. Just post when you can. :)
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I'm still here too but I'm in the same boat as ScarletPlague, "assignment season" has come so things are rather busy at school but I'll do my best to post when I can. >.<
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hey guys, I'm sorry for not being online, school has been killing me for these past few weeks, and sadly, it doesn't look like it's going to let up soon. But I'll try to post replies this weekend >.< I'm still here, sorta, lol!
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Yep, I'll stay so long as the rest of you stay active, too. Just thought this was dead.
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Unfortunately we've lost a lot of characters, which I really disappointed about. However, I am willing to continue with those of you that are left. I should be a little more active now, which I haven't been.
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I'm so sorry guys. I've been extremely sick (some days I couldn't even eat or get out of bed), and have only just recovered. I will post tonight and be pretty much back to posting regularly soon. Very sorry!
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Uhhhh it's been a week since Queen of Ice has replied, should I move on, or wait? I don't wanna fade away in this RP ya know D: lol
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I don't disapprove of profanity, but in case others do, keep it to a very minimum if possible please. I don't want anyone offended! Thank you! :)
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Everyone: The new places are up! I must ask that you PLEASE try and use them as it's going to make it a lot easier on everyone.
Luce: You are more than welcome to do that! We all have lives off of this site, so it's completely fine, I'm just glad that you want to re-join us. :)
Luce: You are more than welcome to do that! We all have lives off of this site, so it's completely fine, I'm just glad that you want to re-join us. :)
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Just realized I unintentionally posted after you Spectrum D: I'll make an edit of my post to include a reply to you.
