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Thyss

A serpant who, on rare occasions, decides to be a little more than that.

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a character in “Shed Beliefs: Pantheran”, as played by vintagedarksoul

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Thyss's Story

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Selean listened to the news and gave a “Oh, really?” but otherwise seemed disinterested in the information. “Well, I’ll be sure to pass it on then, miss.” She looked at the coins and waved them away. “Ohhh, don’t worry bout that.” The woman’s chuckle was almost nervous. “Can’t go around charging you for a meal that I offered to you. Think it as a kindness and remember us here with fond memories.” As she turned to head into the woods, Selean gave a kind wave and walked out to watch Cazadora go. Her arms finally crossed and the smile off her lips dropped completely as she watched her disappear off and, with a huff, she turned back into the tavern.

“The nerve of them hunters,” she huffed.
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Hunting beasts was an art. You tracked, you ran down. Creatures normally hid themselves, concealed in their natural habitat with camouflage and in burrows that were almost impossible to find. However, that wasn’t the case at all with this creature and any fool would have to have been blind to miss the shimmering scales gleaming brightly in the sunlight on a patch of bare rock that was, besides sitting in the middle of a clearing, the size of a small house.

There were mornings. And then, there were mornings. Normal mornings were those that simply existed for you to wake up into them and marked the start of your day before fading incoherently into mid-mornings and dying off in time for the afternoon to roll around. Mornings, however, were those that lingered sweetly in every drop of dew still collected on the grass. They poured over the land leaving it awash in a peaceful lull and they pirouetted across the rocks leaving them warm under their loving touch of new light. Every bit of earth seemed fresh and new, the air itself cleansed by the peace brought by its coming. It was these sorts of mornings that he lived for.

The snake was quite certain he’d never remove himself from the rock unless something pried him, scale by reluctant scale, from his current lounging position. His immense span was almost fully stretched upon the perfectly baked rocks of the morning, copper scales reflecting and shining like freshly minted coins in the shimmering light. Even his head seemed tilted in a rested position, eyelids (a rarity for his species) barely open to show only a moon shaped sliver of amethyst. Having eaten only a day prior and sluggish from the cold nipping nights that signaled the approach of winter, he was quite content visiting this usual basking haunt of his.

The shrill sounding of a horn shook him from his slumber, and his massive head rose off the rock and snapped instantly in its direction.

Unwavering in his gaze, he became a bronzed gargoyle of eerie stillness, the only movement the vaguely detectable rise and fall of his scaled sides. The sudden pounding of soft drums seemed to lull him back to a state of security; he knew the familiar sound of the villagers and their late autumn festivals. Smiling to himself, his head sank back to the rock as he coiled one round of his body under it, resting his head as he gazed out at the forest. If his timing was right, it was only weeks away from the villagers leaving their offerings to him for the coming winter. It wasn’t necessary, of course, but the humans of Sar’qual seemed to insist that pleasing the snake brought on a peaceful winter. Of course, hibernating through it, he had no idea if it actually worked or not. All the same, it was nice to have a full stomach to curl up under the ground with (something distantly akin to having milk and cookies before going on a long afternoon nap).

Adjusting his mid-section, he could still feel the wild ox sitting heavily inside him. A rather old and large bull, he’d been lucky to catch him off guard. It felt a little unfair, sure, but he had been hungry all the same. Thankfully he’d be satisfied for days to come but such a large meal came at a price; he was slowed now, completely, and even with normal basking in the morning he was still going to be sluggish from the weight in his belly. He’d calculated it out, though, and there had been a surprising lack of glory seekers in the area as of late. Of course, the people of Sar’qual had learned to start holding their tongues about Ol’ Copper, as they called him. Endearing title, really. Not even close to his real name, but he didn’t mind at all. Besides, it was one used with fondness if not with respect at times. Distantly, he wondered how long they had been using it, and his mind called as far back as it could in time, only knowing that it had always been there and, well, that was a good enough answer for him.

In a very strange and un-snakelike maneuver, he suddenly rolled over onto his back, exposing his belly and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the morning sun as it stroked his scales in beautiful warming light. He was just so at home here, every fiber of his being and memory tied to this location. Eons of his ancestors had lived in this very spot, and he was inexplicably attached to it. Still...

In the back of his mind there was one voice in a thousand that hissed a warning. Not an eminent danger, but just that something was off. More out of place, really. It was a strange feeling to describe, but it felt as though one single pebble had been added to the forest floor, and yet it was tipping even in its obscurity. It was a sensation so odd that, when the thought did try to rise to the top of his mind, he just pushed it back down under the lapping waves of warmth and comfort.

Unfortunately for him, he had no idea exactly how much he would come to regret that.

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Cazadora


Cazaroda enjoyed her walk in the forest. The autumn air was fresh, the scent of the woods refreshed her and she listened the birds singing.

After strolling around the woods for an hour or so, Cazaroda noticed how Valore circled on the sky couple of times and then started to fly back to her. There was a prey for sure. First Cazaroda checked the wind's direction. An old habit of hers that she did every time, even when not hunting. The wind blew towards her, it would carry her smell away from her and the prey waiting ahead.

Even though Cazaroda hunted for helping people there was a small thought in her mind. Thought that say she could get her fifth Big Catch. The curiosity inside her woke up. She could at least check what it was this time. She took her bow into her hand and started walking slowly, quietly ahead. When walking forward Cazaroda realized that the birds had gone silent. She wasn't sure if it was because of creature or Valore.

Then she saw it. In the middle of the clearing a huge snake lying on the rock. Its scales glittered in the sunlight. Cazaroda had never seen a creature like it before. Small ordinary snakes were always causing trouble but this...This one was something else. The serpent seemed to be asleep and its stomach was showed. It would be even too easy catch. She hid behind a large oak and took poisoned arrow from the right side of the quiver. The ordinary ones were in the left. She placed the arrow on her bow and aimed. ”It's huge. It would definitely counted as Big Catch. But it's not attacking. It's not hurting anyone. What I should do...?” she thought in her mind.

Cazaroda decided to observe the serpent for a while and she put the bow away. Carefully she climbed up a tree letting almost no sound when she did. When she found a branch strong enough that was also high enough for avoiding the attacks, she sat and took her bow and arrow ready. She could observe the creature as well as shoot from there and it would be pretty good safe place. Though it was autumn the oak still had leaves that offered cover.

Cazaroda watched when Valore flew further away landing a tree other side of the clearing. It know they would wait now.

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The snake was a rather boring kill to watch, laying there in the sun sleeping the morning away. Really, for something that supposedly caused a huge problem, it was rather placid. Still, every creature had to sleep sometime and the sheer size of the beast easily noted that if he wanted to cause some sort of trouble, he indeed could. He shifted only once to become more comfortable and then, mouth parting slightly, it began a soft and gentle snore that traveled out its mouth. Yes, a fearsome slayer of men, indeed.

There came a slight commotion from a tree to a tree from the hunter’s right as a gigantic bird, a dingy green that meshed with the shadows of the trees, fluffed all of its disgruntled looking feathers. Somewhere between a toucan and a vulture, its fat body made one wonder how it ever got up into the trees this high in the first place. Its curved grey beak gave a few snaps at an insect that had been bothering it, one large yellow eye opening up as it watched the fly finally head away. It gave another shake of all its feathers, some fluffy with a bit of white and others just that sickly green color, making it look like it was either in a state of disarray or in need of a good molt.

Roused from its sleep, it looked around before noticing Cazadora. Rather than look alarmed, it just gazed at her with a perpetually bored expression and looked around. Gaze going towards the snake, the entire bird seemed to sigh, body puffing up once before it exhaled deeply. Shaking off its wings, the thing jumped from the tree and flew/halfway fell towards the large opening. Landing near the rock, it took several odd leaps as it headed finally onto it and, with no fear whatsoever, it hopped directly atop the snake’s neck.

Nothing roused the sleeping beast, and the bird tilted its head to the side, one large dingy foot moving to scratch under the chin of the snake softly. The snoring stopped as the mouth shut and then, as if to flick it away in annoyance, the long forked tongue came out and lashed at the bird who just ruffled itself again and gave an annoyed high squawk. The snake seemed to groan and the bird leaned down, clacking its beak. The snake’s amethyst gaze opened lazily and he sat up a little, the bird scooting down as both of them turned their directly to where Cazadora was in the trees. Then, nothing happened.

The snake just flipped itself back onto its stomach and sort of curled up, the bird moving to perch atop its back. Curling tightly with its face now hidden under one of its coils, the snake seemed to be giving the hunter an indifferent and cold shoulder. Of course he wasn’t bothered by her. One, he knew someone was coming thanks to the horn from the villagers and two, good luck finding anything that would piercing through his scales. A natural defense, it was normally what caught most hunters off guard as they looked as smooth as silk but were as strong as rock and twice as hard to break.

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Cazaroda glanced over the bird that landed on the tree next to her. It could be counted as Semi-catch if it would be in a better shape. Cazaroda didn't care about it more than that. It wasn't her prey in a first place. She looked back at the serpent that was snoring.

She started to get drowsy when watching the two creatures. The snake seemed to be even too kind. Or then it was just too sure about its power and skills that it didn't bother to acknowledge her. Even the weird looking bird was more a nuisance to itself than anyone else. Cazaroda made her decision. She wouldn't kill the beast. Not until she would be sure that the snake really caused problems.

She was about to jump down from the tree and walk back to Sar'qual when something caught her attention. A flash of light. Sunlight was reflecting from an arrow head. In the other side of the clearing was another hunter. ”Idiot” Cazaroda huffed in her mind looking towards the man who was probably at his forties. ”He's below the wind.” However the hunter shoot his arrow towards the serpent's neck.

”Watch out!” she shouted. ”And why the hell I did just warned a creature?”