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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 10:20 pm
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Away from home.
It was a thought that kept popping up time and time again all through her journey. With it being such a long one, it appeared quite a lot. She was surprised when they finally caved to her begging to go out. To see the world on her own for once. But now that she finally had her wish, she wondered if it was really what she wanted.
Ironic. When inside she only thought of the outdoors. Once outdoors she kept thinking of the inside. Of home. With her moms.
Out of principal though she continued. Traversing bridges, forests and fields to get where she wanted, one place out of the two that she was told to never, ever go to.
Dragnid.
That and Laisidhiel were the two places she was made to swear she wouldn't go. And to always stay on the roads. Not to mention not talk to strange pae, don't eat strange items and make camp every night instead of trying to walk when dark. There were quite a few strings attached to this arrangement. She was being a bad daughter though, and breaking their main one.
Her golden eyes peered forward as she slithered to a halt, a hand tightening on her pack. Behind her the marsh's, in front of her a dark, foreboding forest. Impossibly it seemed far darker on the inside than what should be. As if the very sunlight above couldn't penetrate the leaves, leaving a sharp change from day to night. And a feeling. A deep, awful feeling. Something evil lurked in there. It both frightened and confused her. What was in there that made her parents so afraid? That was why she was here, to know. Because they didn't.
But now her tail had stopped her from progressing any further. Even as her mind willed her forward, her body had frozen still.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe she should turn back.
She had journeyed so long and far though, and indecision left her paralyzed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 10:46 pm
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To say that Zulfiqar was counting down each and every day he had to tolerate his clan - his father - before he could finally be rid of them and make a name for himself was an understatement. It was nearly all he thought about these days. Soon... Soon enough he'd be rid of their incessant odors and voices and presences. He could nearly taste his freedom. And when he was done, he'd start a clan of his own (of course), and it would be nothing the sort of his father's kind.
It would be strong, stronger than Jahleel could ever hope to be!
He'd already started to moving around and becoming intimately familiar with Dragnid Forest, the location he'd presumably call home. Zulfiqar would need a place strategically located to key resources, yet also sufficiently far from the other clans in the area. A place like the forest's edge could be just the sort of location...
He paused, his eyes glancing about.
There was another naga nearby, of a clan he couldn't recognize.
Occasionally pausing to shift the color of his scales to blend in with the background, he moved closer to the other nearby, stopping only when she came into view. If she had any sense, she'd likely recognize him as being nearby and might be able to find him in the foliage soon enough.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:13 pm
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Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go. Why was this so hard? She was typically brave, and she wanted to be brave now, but there was something so wrong about this forest! There was something-
her body suddenly tensed. There was something rustling, and she felt eyes...and smelled...her snake tongue flicked out briefly, smelling the air. Something smelled like her, but not like her. As her golden yellow eyes scanned, she saw it. Wasn't hard to spot bright neon green against darkness. Her tongue slipped back into her mouth, but her jaw remained dropped. He had a tail! Like hers!
Wait, stranger danger! Her jaw snapped close with a click as she straightened her back and tail to appear bigger and taller than she was. Confident. "Who are you?" The purple naga beckoned, not showing an ounce of the fear she just held for the forest.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 9:23 pm
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He didn't look warm and inviting, if anything he was the opposite. Her instinct was to shrink back, make herself smaller towards the aggressive male. Somehow her body seemed to think that would work in her favor. But her mother Niday would never show fear or backing down in any situation. So she emulated her mother, and continued to stand confidently as he addressed her. She would not back down, she would hold her ground.
Wait. What was a clan? Was it like a family? And what was a naga? "I am Twilight, of the Clan Tartara." She recalled that was her grandmothers name, so if she had a clan that was probably it.
This...male...had something about him. Something harder, nastier than her family. He emerged from Dragnid Forest, did that have something to do with it? Only the strong could survive in it? "I only want safe passage through here." She certainly didn't want any trouble with the neon pae, especially if he had others to back him up.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 7:08 am
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"What is there for me if I leave?" His expression softened only slightly, his head tilting just as little, as he spoke in a genuine concern. Zulfiqar understood far too well by now that he was not the strongest male of his clan, nor was he the quickest. If he were to leave their protection, no amount of stubbornness would allow him to survive for long. Some naga could thrive being clanless, but he...
He would certainly perish.
The thought of having to submit to his father and even his brothers and sisters boiled his cold blood, but there was little he could do in this moment. Little way out. Unfortunately, that's just the way things were. Even if one could thrive with some strategy and intellect, without the prowess to back it up, it did little in the culture he lived in.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 1:53 pm
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They way she said it made it seem so... simple... Was that an option, to leave the clan not to commit suicide, but rather to relocate outside the bounds of the Dragnid. He'd not even considered the possibility, yet she alone proved it to be one.
Perhaps... just perhaps...
If he were to leave, it would be soon. There would be fighting for rank within the clan soon, that much he was aware of. What else could that pit in the middle of the encampment be for. If he did not act soon, he would lose what little power he held relative to his siblings and, with that, the prospect of a mate of his own. He glanced back to the forest, seemingly in thought. If he were to take such a risk, he would need some sort of guarantee of reward outside of kinder surroundings and supposedly ample resources. Perhaps the company of another clan...?
"Were I to leave the Dragnid and the Angwi, would there be a place for me beyond it? A place within the clan you hail from?"
Perhaps these were skillfully-crafted sentiments to gain the female's trust, but they might have been the naga's honest concerns and desires. Who knew?
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