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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 6:45 am
 (Lines by MissMisnomer, Color jayoku)|| Stat Page || Updated: Mar/12/18
Experience || 75
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:25 am
Name: Yitzah
[Yee-sah]
Race:Alkidike
Gender: Female
Base Traits:
Sarcastic
Yitzah is snarky, disrespectful, and, while not quite managing 'sneering', can definitely be unpleasant. She thinks she possesses an eye-rolling, biting wit, but she's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, so sometimes she just ends up... mean.
Cranky
Yitzah is almost perpetually in a bad mood. She is very pissy and easily set off about everything. As this would imply, she gets into frequent fights with others. There are notable exceptions to this – when alone, she often simmers down to a more melancholy mood.
Awkward
Yitzah has trouble interacting with other people. People are massive black boxes that she just does not get. Yitzah leans towards bluntness and typically bulldozes through her awkwardness with attitude... which does not make her friends.
Class: Prentice ->Archer/Guardian
Personality:
Yitzah is not a friendly young Alkidike. In fact, she is downright mean. Before the 'incident' she was even a bit of a bully (and she still sort of is). She used to get into trouble for saying things and doing things that were hurtful to others – though of course, she saw herself as funny. She still does, to an extent, but mostly she doesn't care.
Yitzah is a pissy young woman, perpetually cranky and ill tempered. Her unpleasantness means that she has few, if any, friends. Still, she would like to have friends. She is honestly lonely, and she really doesn't want to be. Her few friends find her loyal and grudgingly forgiving. She doesn't give a darn about race – so long as they aren't Dretch, she has no problems. She is behind her friends 100%. In fact, she would be willing to do anything for a real friend - anything at all. Would she jump off of a cliff if they asked her? Yes, and she'd be snarking the whole way down. Still, she's not afraid to speak her mind and offend them, and she has limits to how much she will tolerate from a friend. If they cross that invisible line in the sand, she is not afraid to let them know or, even, drop them like a hot brick.
The problem is, that line is not well communicated: Yitzah is just not very good at interacting with people. She has always had trust issues – losing her sister's just made it more noticeable. She does not like being awkward, so she masks it with sarcasm and self confidence. Most people who have offered to be her friend have either been sarcastically rebuffed out of nervousness, or have been turned off by her attitude and abandoned her.
Yitzah has a lot of activity and drive, and is a hard worker. However, she abhors chores and being ordered to do things she doesn't want to do, however - she does what she pleases, she goes where she pleases, and as long as its something, shes happy.
In a similar vein, inactivity is depressing to her. Time outs or periods of time when she has nothing she can do- are especially punishing to her. Not even she wants to be alone with her own thoughts, and she gets moodier and more likely to lash out when she has nothing to do.
She acts tough, as if losing so much hasn't effected her a bit, but its just that – an act. She is actually extremely vulnerable. She is gullible, susceptible to head games and manipulation, and her desire for a friend leaves her open to serious emotional connections. Though she pretends to invulnerability, she can be hurt. She is only mortal, after all...
And this scares her.
Post Color: Gleaming Red [color=#D93F4D]][/color] Internal Trait: Single-minded Focus
Internal Concept: The Huntress
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:28 am
Yitzah's mother, Dedena, had wanted children, but had no special someone to share it with an didnt particularly want one. So, she pled to Aisha by herself, and her plea was granted. She raised her daughter, Maderi, to be strong and resourceful and all those good warriorly things.
When Maderi was a newly initiated blade, Dedenna felt she was ready to take on another child. She pled again, and was blessed with twins - Da'Atyi and Da'Mna, the darlings of her eyes. She spoiled them rotten, to Maderi's frustration, and apparently to theirs because they left for the settlements as young prentices the moment they had the opportunity to do so. They joined Dyakida and Briella's group, leaving their mother alone. Dedena missed the sounds of her children in her home and so she pled again to Aisha, a risk since third pleas were rare and often unanswered.
But hers was, and Yitzah was born. Her mother proceeded to adore her, as did her sisters when, during the burning of the home tree, they returned home briefly while a new home was sorted out. While they stayed with them, Yitzah grew fond of them, and when they left, Yitzah missed them.
Her mother wanted her close by, though, so she stayed with her mother on the isles, making a name for herself as a ill-tempered semi-spoiled bully child. One day, her mother and her had gone to Andile to shop at the market. She was playing outside of town when she saw her sister's walk by. She decided to follow them, and soon – by sheer virtue of persistence – joined their group.
They were escorting the blind artisan Dyakida, along with a few older sisters, on an expedition to the northern woods to get some kind of rare wood. Yitzah didn't care very much about the schemantics of it. She was very taken with the dignified quiet of Dyakida, so much so that she behaved herself for the whole trip, even being friendly and helpful.
Then, disaster struck. While in the forest, having found the special tree, the group was set upon by monsters. Dyakida escaped and Yitzah followed after her, but not before she saw her sisters – the twins – destroyed utterly by the magic of strange bug-people. Her sisters were the only deaths from that ambush, but the incident affected her deeply She stopped talking altogether, barely making any sound at all from that moment onward.
She stayed with Dyakida at the tree until her mother came for her, but when her mother tried to take her away, she fought tooth and nail to stay and it was eventually decided – with Dyakida's gentle diplomacy – that Yitzah would stay with them for the time being.
Saddened, Yitzah's mother agreed. She and Maderi moved in with them to be near the young girl, but Yitzah paid them little attention – she was completely focused on Dyakida.
War came, and Dedena and Maderi joined it. Yitzah did not, and when Dyakida explained why she was going to the camp too, Yitzah wanted to go with her, but Dyakida managed to get her to stay with the elder until she returned.
Dyakida did return. Her mother and sister did not. Crushed, it was said, by the Oban's beasts. It was then that Yitzah started having the nightmares – not of the Obans or their monsters – she had not seen either before - but of the bug people. Dyakida, for her, became the one constant in her life, and she became almost as inseparable from Dyakida as the artisan's sprite.
They worked like this for some time, and Yitzah grew to have a crush on the Artisan and to consider herself integral to the woman's work... which was why she felt so betrayed when Dyakida gave her a weapon and told her to go. It was such a shocking moment for Yitzah that she spoke for the first time in years, to tell Dyakida that she hated her.
She was moved back to the Isles, where she began her training. Her heart wasn't in it – she didn't care about being a Blade: she wanted to be a warrior and skip that first step entirely. She took out her frustrations on the younger and weaker Alkidikes, until truly nobody wanted to spend time with her. So, she decided to go out hunting, playing alone in the depths of the jungle where no one could bother her.
One day, however, it grew very cold and she, shivering, hid beneath a tree and waited, too tired and chilled to try to go home. She was lost besides, and wasn't sure what her fate would be.
Two brothers – dark skinned Fire travellers from Oba – found her and brought her back to their camp. Their names were Reillan and Keelthy, and they played with her and fed her and made her an interesting offer: come with them back to Oba.
Sick and tired of her Sisters and the jungle, Yitzah accepted.
Since that day, Yitzah spent her youth hunting and wandering Oba and Matori, staying as far away as possible from home as she could. She told herself she was training, but in reality, she was running from her insecurities.
She found herself with few friends, but told herself that was okay, too. Fortunately, she found a good friend, a young Matori boy named Maxim who dragged her into his life... and then, equally forcibly... was taken from it.
Exposed to the idea that the world was bigger - and more terrible - than she had ever anticipated, Yitzah decided that she had to find him... only to find that her ancient enemy, the Dretch, had spread to the desert and coastlands and revealed themselves. Caught between two goals, Yitzah was unsure.
Fortunately, she had made another new friend...
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:30 am
Positive:
Reillan: Keelthy's brother. I haven't seen him in a long time.
Keelthy: Reillan's brother. I haven't seen him in a long time.
Aylin: A shifter I met in Matori.. She's nice.
Neutral:
Briella: I don't know.
Ilyra: I don't know.
Kaalnia: Briella's sister. She's actually all right – she understood my nightmares. It was kind of strange, but she got it...
Peyla: Dyakida's sprite. I don't hate her, even though she's still with Dyakida.
Negative:
Dyakida: She is an artisan, that means she doesn't fight. I thought she was a good person. I thought she loved me. But she didn't, so I hate her.
Neska: Stupid weakling. People like her don't deserve to be a blade.
Other:
Dedena: Mama. I miss her sometimes but she was smotheringly mothery. Dyakida is not like that. I miss her though. I heard she's dead... I don't believe it. She'll come back.
Maderi: My big sis. She was tough and strong. She was mean though. She'd stop me playing with other kids when she visited – said I was picking on them. I was not! I was just playing! Its their fault if they were wimpy!
She's dead now, I think. People say that anyway. I don't want to believe that. She and mama will come back one day.
Da'Atyi and Da'Mna: Datty and Dammy... They looked almost the same. I always thought that was neat. They were my favorites, better than Mama because they were fun, not smothery. They let me tag along. And then they died. I saw them die. I don't want to talk about it. In fact, whenever I talk, I think I hear their voices, so I don't really want to talk at all...
Maxim: My friend. He liked maps and being annoying, but I guess he was my friend. He vanished... was taken by bad people. I have to save him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:33 am
Inventory
Practice bow and arrows – the short but strong bow, made by Dyakida herself, is well loved and often used in practice for Yitzah as she travells. Depite its creator, she loves it dearly.
Home
Yitzah lives in inns and other peoples houses and occasionally on the ground...
Skills
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:38 am
In Progress
X BATTLE: Aylin vs Yitzah
Abandoned
X That New Kid - PRP, Yitzah and Briella
X The First to Break the Silence - PRP: Yitzah and Chandra
X Sand to Sand - PRP, Yitzah Reillan and Keelthy
X - Fishing Fishy Fish - PRP, Yitzah and Xewai
X Lets Just Leave - PRP, Yitzah and Anya
X Meeting a Warrior - PRP, Yitzah and Nadiya
X - Slow Heat and White Sand - PRP, Yitzah and Masika
Complete
XX The Nightmare Goes on Forever -- Dyakida Class Quest Cameo, Response is 542 words
XX Night Terrors - PRP, Kaalnia and Yitzah, Response is 171 words
X X Chance Encounter? - PRP: Dyakida, Yitzah, Ceyede, Response is 235 words
XX Invisible Assistant - PRP, Yitzah and Dyakida
XX Bullies are Meanies - PRP: Yitzah and Neska
XX Winter is Coming - Prompt RP: Yitzah, Reillan, Keelthy
X The Huntress in the Dawn - Solo, Class Affinity (1525 words)
XX Meta ch. 7: Rising Tide *
XX Remembering the Past - Versatile Prompt - 771 words
XX At Large - WE, Yitzah and Damissian
X Meta Tournament Round 1: Ujana vs Yitzah (Lost)
X Meta - Oban Grand Procession
X - In Need of Assistance - PRP, Yitzah and Nasuri
X Fickle Storms - 562 words
X Taking Hints - 916 words
X Mapping Shifting Sands - 1293 words
X Nice People - 1020 Words
X Cartography - Class Solo - 1734 Words
XX Chapter 9: Grave Expectations (Oba, Matori)
X Don't Burn Away - Solo - 329 Words
X BATTLE: Yitzah vs Aylin, Lost
RP Requirements: Prentice - Blade
RP Points
06/35
Note: 5 points from metas (need to be claimed)
EXP points
2/5
Mount Needed
Mount Solo Needed
Class Solo Needed
Class Quest Needed
Pelt (Event): A fur/pelt-themed belt or lining to her cloak
Shoes (Bought): Mocassins, something good for sneaking
Gloves (Bought): Archery gloves
Cloak (Bought): An imposing hunter's cloak
Scarf (Bought):
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:40 am
Stage 2 concept art (Draconicfeline)
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:57 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:04 am
◕* The Nightmare Goes on Forever *◕
| ||||| |Dyakida Artisan Class Quest Cameo, 542 Words--- Yitzah heard the screams all over again. She heard them again and again and again, and this time was no different. Nothing was different. Nothing would be different.
She couldn't move. She was paralyzed with fear... no... she was heavy, so very heavy, as she looked at the enormous monster, with its many pincers and clicking, slavering, mouthparts and its horribly wrong antennae. It was shiny, and it shimmered except where cloth covered its hard body. It was ugly, and mean, and wrong, and it looked at her with its dead, malevolent eyes.
No... they were not dead. Her sister's were reflected in them, one in each eye. She couldn't tell which was Datty and which was Dammy - she never had been able to tell. But in the reflections of its dark, black, buglike eyes - so like an alkidike's but not - her sister's died. Over and over, like the screams, they died in agony, their flesh scorching from their bones, darkening... darkening... until they were lifeless piles that she had once loved, red and black and bloody and terrible...
The monster came closer, it's clicking loud in her ears. She covered her ears, but she could still hear its clicking. She could feel it coming. Every step it made hurt her, and she couldn't move, even as its pincers and maws reached for her. She could see her sisters in every shimmer and every reflection now, dying over and over and over. It shrieked and, suddenly, she could move, dodging out of the way and running. She knew it was close behind her, she knew it was there - she could feel the heat of the flames, no matter how far or fast she ran.
She had to run. She had to find Dyakida. She had to, she had to...
She felt a claw, harder than anything she had ever felt before, grab her ankle. She tripped, clawing at the ground, as it began to pull her back...
~~~
Yitzah woke up. She didn't know if she had screamed or not, but she was damp with sweat, gasping and shaking. She thought she might have screamed and, if she had, she wasn't sorry. The monster in her dreams was scary, and if she screamed she had every right to. She wiped her burning eyes, drying tears that had pooled near her face in the night.
She had to find Dyakida.
She got out of her pallet and padded through the now-familiar corridors of the tree house, walking into the Artisan's room with its strange tools and tables and glittering materials. She heard a soft chime - Peyla - and turned to the faint glow by the bed. Peyla was there, sleeping next to Dyakida.
Gently, Yitzah walked over and touched hthe older sister's face, just to make sure she was real and alive. She was.
Relieved, she wandered to a corner of the room - though the room did not really have corners - and sat, hugging her knees and watching Dyakida sleep until the shaking went away and sleep tugged at her again.
She had found Dyakida. She was safe now. That was how it worked. She fell asleep, sitting there, and dreamed no more nightmares that night...
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 10:04 am
◕* Night Terrors *◕
| ||||| |Yitzah and Kaalnia, 171 Words--- Yitzah cried herself out and let herself be put to bed by the older Alkidike, but – long after she pretended to fall asleep – the silent girl was thinking. She felt better, but why? Was it because Kaalnia understood? But she didn't understand. She was a grown up, and a man was not a monster, whatever some of the other girls said.
Yet, her story was so real, so much like Yitzah's nightmares... maybe she did understand. And Yitzah wasn't alone. She wasn't alone. Someone had had nightmares and survived. But they hadn't killed the subject of their nightmares, like they were supposed to. That was not encouraging.
Well, if Kaalnia had helped her – and Yitzah wasn't sure she had – Yitzah could pay her back. She would find this man, and bring him to Kaalnia so she could kill him once and for all. And then she could kill her bugs. Yes. She could kill them before, too.
Her sleep for the remainder of that night came nightmare-free.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 5:57 am
◕* Invisible Assistent *◕
| ||||| |Yitzah and Dyakida, 131 Words--- Yitzah had contemplated running away. She'd also contemplated breaking the bow, but she didn't do that either. It was clear she was not wanted or needed on the battlefield, and she honestly didn't care about them or their needs anymore. They could all die for all Yitzah cared, to join her sisters in horrible, horrible death, because Yitzah hated them all. They treated her like a child...
Well fine! She would train and be a Blade. She would be the best Blade they had ever seen. And then she would kill all the bug people and anyone who got in her way! Then they'd be sorry they hadn't brought her along.
They would all be sorry! She began to cry, hiding her tears behind her blanket.
They would all be sorry.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:36 pm
◕* Bullies are Meanies *◕
| ||||| |Yitzah and Neska, 273 Words--- Yitzah didn't care about coddling. She knew some of her sisters were far from warrior material, and that their mothers and grandmothers protected and shielded them from the world. And she didn't care. She just didn't care.
She'd scurried away from the settlement before some stupid grownup could decide to lecture her about something stupid or other, and was practicing with her bow.
Thwack...
Thwack...
Thwack...
Her dulled arrows thudded into a tree as she aimed and fired, aimed and fired.
And honestly, away from the moment, the stupid girl brat didn't bother her at all. She was stupid, that was all. What did bother Yitzah was that the girl had called her a monster.
Her.
That was the stupidity that crossed the line, the last straw that Yitzah could bear. Monsters didn't come in and stab your stupid dolly. Monsters didn't beat you up. Yitzah had been trying to get the girl some backbone so they could go adventuring, but obviously she had been a waste of time. Yitzah was no monster.
She had seen them, though. She had seen real monsters, nightmares brought to life. They had killed her sisters, they had almost killed her, and they lurked in her dreams even now. Yitzah was nothing compared to them...
Thwack
But one day, she would be. One day, she would be that monster that the stupid brat girl claimed, and the bugmen would cower before her.
Thwack
One day her arrows wouldn't be striking just a tree.
Thwack
One day she would have her revenge...
Thwack
And there was nothing that stupid little wimpy useless brats could do to stop her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 8:11 am
◕* Chance Encounter *◕
| ||||| |Yitzah, Dyakida, Ceyede, 235 Words--- Yitzah was very happy about that day – a day at the market, made more interesting by the meeting of a gorgeous radaku and a decent enough grown up. Though in later years the memory would become bitter with jealousy, brittle with hate, and eventually fade away into nothing, for a long time, Yitzah was happy simply because Dyakida was happy. Dyakida was her favorite person, the beautiful and strong woman she was utterly invaluable to. Dyakida was everything, and her happiness was Yitzah's happiness. The Radaku, of course, helped, but it was, honestly and truly, Dyakida who was Yitzah's focus. And would be her downfall.
Yitzah was fletching arrows for her new teacher, a huntress, when she remembered that day again. It was an idle memory, tinged with childhood foolishness and nostalgia, and gone the moment it appeared.
Yitzah was not a child anymore, not like that. Yitzah had learned that she was invaluable to no one, and believed, in teenage arrogance, that no one truly cared about her. She didn't care either, and their opinions of her did not matter. Dyakida could have whatever she got – whatever she deserved – and Yitzah no longer cared about her.
Yitzah's focus was now elsewhere: She would learn the craft of the huntress from her teacher, and she would move on to her true purpose:
Killing the monsters that plagued her jungle... and her life.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 2:32 pm
◕* The Huntress in the Dawn *◕
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Class Affinity Solo, 1525 Words
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Yitzah loved and hated her bow.
It was a well made bow, built for a balance of handling and power, able to strike accurately and punch through the tough carapace of Jahuar's creatures, a perfect bow for the huntress. Yitzah had no problems with the device itself.
It's creator, though... It had been built by the renowned Dyakida, artisan of the Alkidike tribe, who's sight had been lost to a beast many years before. Dyakida made many weapons of good quality for her sisters and friends, and so she had made one for Yitzah as well when the young Alkidike came of age.
But Yitzah had wanted to be more than a friend, more than a sister. That day in the deep jungle, when her sisters had died, she had felt an emotion wholly new and overwhelming to her young mind and very clearly directed at the intelligent and beautiful artisan. She had fallen for Dyakida hard.
The fact that Dyakida was, at the very least, twenty years older hadn't mattered to the little girl. She'd been in love, and only Dyakida's company eased her needs. Of course, she didn't know how such things worked, then. She had not, obviously, known about sex and only understood a little bit about kissing.
So, it had been enough for Yitzah to be Dyakida's assistant, to help her with the things that the artisan found difficult without sight. Yitzah was her eyes. Yitzah was another set of hands. Yitzah had been proud of what they did together. And Yitzah had loved her.
So when Dyakida gave her her bow and turned her away, it had been the very worst of betrayals. Yitzah was sure the artisan didn't realize it was a betrayal, but it had been. Her veil of silence had been lifted by then, and she had begged Dyakida to let her stay, to teach her how to craft weapons like she did.
Let me be like you she had begged, Let me stay with you...
But Dyakida had given her the bow and told her to fulfill her destiny as a Blade. And, worst of all, she had turned and walked away.
What had she been thinking, back then? Dyakida was special: being blind, she could not be a Blade, and so she had 'retired' into her craft. Yitzah should have known that she herself was not special, but ordinary – a run of the mill, normal Alkidike, not good enough for the Artisan.
Yitzah made an angry sound, a holdover from her days of silence, and shot an arrow at the beast that her noise flushed out. It shrieked and clattered to the soft ground, an arrow in it. She retrieved it.
No. Yitzah was not good enough for Dyakida. There were things, Yitzah knew, that didn't need to be spoken to be said, and Dyakida had said such a thing as she turned away.
Yitzah was inadequate. Yitzah was not good enough for her.
Yitzah glared at the beast as she held it up to inspect it.
But Ceyede was. Ceyede, another sister. What did Ceyede have that Yitzah did not? What made her – and not Yitzah - good enough for the Artisan's affections? Age? Some other quality that Yitzah did not posses?
“Humph.” grunted Yitzah, shoving the thoughts and rage aside. She had work to do.
~~~
Yitzah stayed low to the ground, touching each print in the sand gently to note its direction. She was tracking a small, burrowing desert beast; elusive, delicious, and interesting looking. If she brought the beast back to the settlement she was staying in with the two Oban brothers, she might impress the local hunter there, and they might take her on to train.
Yitzah was a decent warrior-in-training, she knew. But what she truly wanted to be was a huntress. Huntresses were important in all lands, and especially among the Alkidikes: Though they found little glory in their lives, they still fought for their sister's... for well being instead of for honor, bringing food to tables and leather to bodies, and exploring the deepest depths of the jungle.
Yitzah did not seek out glory, but she was not self. She had a burning, imperative motive for becoming a huntress: She was going to kill the bug people. Yitzah knew that the monsters she saw in her dreams, that she had been seeing since she was a child, were more than just dream monsters... they were real. They had been real, and they had killed her sisters in front of her.
She no longer cried when she awoke from her nightmares, nor did she cry within them. In waking and in dream, even as the teeth and claws of her nightmares closed around her each time, she blazed with rage and vengeance, spitting her wrath at them. She would hunt them, and she would destroy them, and there was nothing – absolutely nothing – they would be able to do to stop her.
First, though, she'd find them, study them and learn their ways so that, when the time came, she could destroy them. Finding them would be, she felt, the hardest part. Only a few people knew that the bug monsters existed, fewer still had seen them, and none knew where they were. Most believed that what she had seen was a result of the active imagination of a traumatized child, but she knew better.
They were out there.
She would kill them.
~~~
Yitzah cleaned her kill back at the settlement, so that it's meat could be used independently of the thick inedible carapace that protected it from the burning sands. She would keep its hide as a trophy, to prove that the kill was hers. In the meantime, she butchered it, setting out the pieces of meat for others to buy.
“You killed that?” Yitzah looked up at the huntress of this settlement, a lithe Oban woman draped with small trophies, the marks of her trade. Yitzah nodded.
“I did.” she said. Even though it had been years since she had begun to speak again, her voice still felt alien in her throat when she used it, as if it wasn't hers.
“Wow...” the woman inspected the carapace, “Wow.” she said again, “Very good.”
Is it good enough? wondered Yitzah, watching her.
“You know.” said the woman, “If you can take down one of these now, untrained, imagine what you could do trained! What do you say to training with me while you're in town? I could use the help, and you would learn a great deal.”
Yitzah turned back to the meat she was cutting, smiling quietly to herself. “I would say yes.”
“Well then!” said her teacher, “We'll set out tomorrow.” the teacher walked away before Yitzah had a chance to respond, not that she would refuse.
In fact, she was looking forward to it.
~~~
The next day was blazingly hot and dry – the best the desert could offer. Yitzah didn't complain as the huntress led her into it's craggy, sandy mass. Though she was frequently annoyed by the world around her, Yitzah never complained out loud. Her thoughts were enough: there was no need to give voice to her frustration. It would be a useless effort and a waste of air.
Instead, she kept going.
“Tired yet?” asked the huntress, after a few hours of hard slogging through jungle mud and heat. Yitzah said nothing – there was nothing to say. After a few moments, the huntress spoke again. “Conditions like these are nice compared to what you sometimes get. It's worse during sandstorm and monsoon season. You'll have to learn to keep going, even in the worst times. Your prey knows their way around its home, and will evade you if you stall for a mirage or at a flooded wadi.” Yitzah remained quiet, scanning her surroundings and occasionally sparing her teacher a glance.
“You must always be aware. A hunt, Yitzah, is a duel of wits between a hunter and their prey. The prey wants to evade you. Sometimes it wants to kill you. You must be wary.
Yitzah only half listened. She could sense a creature nearby, something that made the leaves rustle every so often. She nocked an arrow to her bow and tried to find it.
“Yitzah?”
She sighted something – a small movement amidst the scraggly, dry vegetation that somehow survived in the desert. She stopped, and lifted her bow to aim, the string drawn back delicately as she aligned her bow and its arrow with the shadowed shape.
“Yitzah, are you listening to me at all?” asked the huntress, exasperated.
TWANG came her answer, as Yitzah let the string go. The arrow sailed through the air, landing with a wet thunk in it's target, which gave a little squeal of pain before collapsing into a jumble of limbs and flesh. Yitzah picked it up – a sharp-spined perzi whose crystal spurs and meat would fetch a fine price.
Yitzah gave her teacher an unreadable stare. “Yes.” she said, putting the beast away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 3:36 pm
◕* Winter is Coming *◕
| ||||| |Yitzah, Reillian, Keelthy, 111 Words--- Yitzah stared at the Janarim as she eased her way out of a restless sleep. What was that, and why was it next to her?
Then she remembered the strange circumstances that had led her to this strange, affectionate, toothy giant and the two male fire people who had decided that they were her friends. Strange was definitely the word for it.
Even on waking, though, Yitzah did not regret her decision to travel. She wanted to go, and then she wanted to come back, simple as that. It was unexpected. It was new.
And, unlike the other unexpected and new things in her life, Yitzah welcomed it with open arms.
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