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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 6:36 pm
Prala & GaddokThis is a private RP. After helping Paola hang the laundry on the line, serving a busy lunch hour, and four rounds of dishes, Gaddok finally had a moment to himself. Stepping out the kitchen door, walked to the woods and kept walking. The noise of the bustling town of Yera began to fade the deeper he got into the twisted woods. Coming to a clearing, Gaddok unstrung his boots and settled his toes into the soft substrate.
It was so strange being in Tale. Everything in Sauti was hard, so sharp. Being in Tale was kind of like a dreamland. It’s a wonder how his mother ever left? Was life with Remus really that great? He sprawled out in the middle of the clearing and dug out a whittling knife and a piece he was working on; a sailscale.
It is a guilt that weighed heavy on his conscience. There was a sailscale that he bonded with as a youth, and though he begged and pleaded with his father, the creature was still sold. The sale lined my fathers’ pockets for a time, and also filled the belly of some rich Ice earthling who wanted to treat himself to a rare meat. When prepared right apparently his scaly friends are real delicacies, but of course it wasn’t about the sale… It was meant to be a life lesson.
Gaddok fleshed out the curve of the tail and began work on the wings. Glancing through the gaps in the trees he noted there wasn’t much sunlight left in the day, not much time to work. Perhaps he would just lay out here a while and enjoy what scene the night brings.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:18 am
Heaviness weighed down on Prala's shoulders as she left her father's house. She felt a bit guilty, leaving her mother alone to deal with the constant stream of visitors that had been dropping by unannounced at all hours since her father's funeral the day before, both to apologize for their loss and to congratulate Prala on her engagement, but she needed time to think. Her mother had not known of her father's plan until her fiance had shown up the morning of the funeral to show them the agreement that had been worked out in secret. And to gloat, he was always the soul of courtesy and good manners when her father was around, but he had no more need to try to disguise his true colors, he had what he wanted. Or at least, he thought he did. Her skin crawled as she recalled the feel of his clammy fingers caressing her cheek that morning in farewell. Prala had wanted to break those fingers, but as usual, she opted to not make a fuss.
She did not have to walk far before she reached the edge of the leaf earthling's village. Feeling like she could finally breathe away from the weight of grief and expectations that seemed to hang over her home village like a thick miasma, she pressed her hands and face against the trunk of one of the many colorful, twisted trees that colonized parts of Tale. She held herself there for a moment, letting natures quiet rhythms calm her before scrambling up the gnarled trunk, her nimble fingers and toes easily finding grooves in the rough bark to pull herself up until she was high enough to swing her legs over the lowest branches, the massive boughs were thick enough that she could wrap her arms around them and still not touch the tips of her fingers together. Carefully, she stood, her bare feet easily finding purchase, and circled the massive trunk on silent feet. Taking a deep breath and feeling more like her normal self than she had in the week since her father's death, she leaped from the branch she was standing on towards the next tree, catching a whiplike branch in her hand and using its elasticity to spring foreword and land gracefully in the boughs of the next tree over. She continued this way for a while, flitting through the treetops like she was born there and covering a lot of ground until she was well away from the village that seemed so determined to control her life.
Prala had decided to take a nap, cradled by a few interlaced branches that formed a hammock like structure among the colorful leaves. She dozed for a while until the strange scraping noise that had been tickling her long ears finally dragged her into consciousness. It was coming from below her, she rolled and peered down through the branches, not really minding the stomach dropping emptiness that yawned below her fragile nest. There was a man below her, the flash of metal in his hand revealed itself to be a sharp looking knife after a few minutes of silent observation, he was digging and cutting at a branch with it. Her blue eyes narrowed, the tree spirits did not like having their branches removed. The leaf earthlings were unyielding in their enmity towards anyone or anything that disrespected the earth that had birthed them, Prala may have been only a halfling but she was as fiercely protective of the earth as her full blooded brethren. Sliding from her hiding spot she climbed down the trunk until she was on the same level as the perpetrator. She pulled a sling out from her satchel and carefully loaded it, holding it threateningly before her as she stepped out from behind the treetrunk to confront the man. "Just what do you think you're doing?" She demanded hotly, twin spots of temper blooming across her cheekbones as she observed the pile of wood shavings next to him, he had obviously been mutilating the poor branch for quite some time.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 12:11 pm
Faithofthefallen I Llliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvveeee~
"Oh, I didn't see you there," he chuckled while getting to his feet and spinning on his heels to face her, "I'm..." He began, then raised his hands and dropped his whittling knife and partially finished figurine.
"Um... Is there a problem here?" He asked cautiously, Unsure if he should really be intimidated by the eighty pound, makeshift slingshot wielding earthling in front of him, "I was unwinding from a long day on my feet... Finishing up a bit of whittling; a hobby I've picked up in my free time."
As he got a better look at the woman before him, he became rather ashamed of himself for taking such precautions. She did have a weapon, and though it may be a bit insignificant, it can still do damage. Plus, it would be foolish of him to assume she was unskilled. Her stance was firm, eyes held conviction; clearly he had offended her somehow. He hadn't seen her here, but Yera was a large city so it would be rare for him to recognize someone.
“I mean you no harm,” Gaddok stated, “I’m sorry if something I’ve done has offended you, Perhaps you could lower your… weapon and we could talk?” he slowly lowered his right hand and stretched it toward her, “I’m Gaddok.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 5:28 pm
Prala eyed him suspiciously, her narrowed eyes flicking down for only a moment to follow the descent of what remained of the branch he had been digging his knife into. To her surprise she could make out the graceful curve of a wing and tail, she wanted to examine it closer but a sling required two hands to wield properly. She stood for a moment in worried indecision, she wasn't quite sure what the stranger had been doing but perhaps it was not as terrible as she had thought when she had first glimpsed him, groggy with exhaustion and ornery from her frustration with her situation.
"Whittling?" She repeated flatly. But her voice had lost most of its venom, there was no sap oozing from the base of the branch he had been carving. Upon first seeing him she had thought he had ripped it from one of the trees for a paltry bit of amusement, but now that she was closer it was clear that the wood was dead and had been for some time. She supposed she was ready to think the worst of people today.
Slowly, almost reluctantly she lowered her sling and tucked it back into the pouch strapped to her thigh, keeping an eye to the male as she made sure the flap was fastened down properly. She straightened and tossed her long fall of white blonde hair over her shoulder, cocked one hip out as she relaxed her weight onto one leg and gazed steadily at him with folded arms. Her cheeks were still pink although now with embarrassment rather than indignation. "I'm sorry." She muttered, grimacing slightly as if it hurt her teeth to utter the phrase. "I thought you were a woodcutter" She stated emphatically, as though it was all the explanation he should need for her violent reaction.
She gazed at his hand a bit uneasily but in the end reached out one slender hand to lightly brush against his in a shy greeting.
"I'm Prala."akuma_kessaku Heh, better late than never?
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