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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:49 pm
 (leet-kuh, pah-lee-uh-lass) Table of Contents
- about Lytka
- about Palialas
- the choosing
- meetings & encounters
- roleplays
- art & gifts
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:50 pm
  "Lyt"current age: 15 chosen: age 13 guardian: Palialas occupation: gypsy (weaving, crafting, trading, stealing...whatever she can get) appearance: Lytka has a square-ish face and nose. Her hair is a short, hugely poofy, curly blonde mess, chopped haphazardly shoulder-length, the wild curls springing out around her face, leaves and twigs usually caught in a few errant locks. A thin braid twists down over her shoulder from behind one ear, interwoven with a strand of multicolored thread. Her skin is darkish, but lighter than most gypsies', and a spray of freckles dust her cheekbones. Her eyes are brown. She dresses in a hodgepodge of colors, patterns, and fabrics, many-layered, with a few precious trinkets (bells, stones, bits of coin) gathered on a sash around her waist and on cords around her neck. bio: Lytka is the b*****d daughter of a gypsy woman and an unknown city man. She lives with her absent-minded mother and their gypsy tribe but doesn't quite fit in with the other kids her age because of her half-blooded-ness. She's kind of a tomboy and used to have nice long blonde hair but she chopped it all off haphazardly in a fit of rebellion and now it's just this big curly poof (which she often gets sticks and leaves and crap stuck in). Lytka doesn't have many friends really because she's kind of resentful and angry all the time and doesn't get along with the rest of the gypsy kids very well. And she feels like she doesn't fit in because she's only half-gypsy and has this ridiculous blonde hair that none of the others do. drawing by Rejam
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:52 pm
 "Pali"  The choosing came upon Lytka suddenly, when her tribe was camped along the edges of the Wardwood during the warm season. Hardly anyone noticed her disappearance into the woods until she returned a day or two later with her totem, confused at what the heck she was expected to do with the thing. After spending a few days grumbling about it, Lytka wrapped a loop around her totem with a leather thong and now wears it around her neck always. When her guardian first manifested Lytka was more than a little dismayed, because she already had a hard enough time fitting in and now she has this damn deer following her around everywhere. The connection she feels to the beast is undeniable, however, and soon she and Palialas (whom she calls "Pali," meaning, in her tribe's language, 'small' -- a nickname which becomes rather ridiculous as he grows) are inseparable. Palialas seems to have an uncanny ability to sense other guardians and has made it his (and therefore Lytka's) quest, of sorts, to seek out and meet as many as they can find. He is, in a way, as stubborn as his chosen, and has no qualms about pushing her around once in a while. Occasionally they have standoffs -- which Pali usually wins, mostly because his ideas make the most sense. Palialas is the only creature Lytka will let boss her around -- but when they stand together, they are quite a formidable team. totem | fawn | yearling | buck
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:54 pm
 The nose of the little thing was digging into her palm as she clambered her way back towards the edges of the Wardwood. She didn't know what the heck it was, or why the heck she had even felt the need to take the thing from the tree in the first place. Or how she had even found the tree. God. It was like something had called her there -- an idea which was, to Lytka's mind, completely absurd. Besides, if it -- whatever IT was -- had called her to the damn tree and then made her climb all the way up to the top of the thing to reach this specific totem, it should at least have the courtesy to guide her back out of the bloody forest again afterward. Not that she couldn't find the way herself with a little effort -- she was a gypsy after all, even if she was half-blood -- but a little help would have been more than welcome.
A short curse spat out of Lytka's mouth as she tripped over a root that was hidden under the fallen leaves gathered on the forest floor. Her hand, tightly clutched before, opened as she caught herself, the little figurine falling with her into the muck. It landed a few feet away, its little feet mud-splattered. Lytka sat up onto her knees, feeling the indentations the thing had left in the skin of her palm. She stared at it, resentful. She didn't understand why it had brought her out here or what she was supposed to do with it. I should just leave the thing, Lyt thought, her eyes narrowing as she looked determinedly away from the totem. Something in her chest gave a little spasm of dismay at the idea. She let out a sigh of frustration as she crawled over to the little stag, the puff of air blowing up over her forehead and moving aside a few unruly curls of blonde hair.
"Fine," Lyt grumbled, picking up the thing and standing up to brush what mud and leaves she could off of herself. "Fine, okay. Fine. But it's not like I need something else to make me stand out." The little gypsy girl's frown faded a little -- against her will, mind -- as she wiped the little stag off with the hem of her sash. It was quite pretty, at least. She sighed again, resignedly, brushed a few locks of hair behind one ear with a muddy hand. Her eyes rose to the sun, gauging the hour. Just past noon. The whole tedious journey hadn't even taken two days. Her mother probably hadn't even noticed her absence, lost as she always was in her own head. Besides, it wasn't like Lytka had never disappeared for a few days before. Maybe she would be lucky and no one would notice the strange little totem at all.
Something told her that was a futile hope. Clutching the stag tightly in her palm once more, Lytka continued to trudge back toward the edge of the Wardwood towards the familiar sounds of the gypsies' camp. The smell of something cooking over a wood fire wafted towards her on the wind and she hurried her steps. Suddenly she realized she was ravenous. Maybe there'll be venison for dinner, she thought, though it would be but a small recompense for her all her toil.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:59 pm
 (Characters that Lytka and Pali have met)FesteA jester in a traveling theater troupe that spends its autumns and winters traveling alongside Lytka's tribe's caravans. They met when she was twelve and he threw an egg at her feet (on purpose or by accident he won't say). Somehow they've become great friends, and Lytka looks forward to the time every year when their travels will bring them back together. JuhuaA foreign shopkeep who Lytka met when Palialas dragged her to her shop in Palisade in search of another guardian he sensed there. Jonas HartA kind physician who Lytka and Pali met in Palisade at the marketplace. Ayle & SiscalusPetra & Spokelse
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:46 pm
 (click for bigger) by Shesta713    by october ale --- by Obedient Kitty --- by Umbrology --- by Gaki Toki   by me --- by Megaptera Novaengelaie --- by Jun D 
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