Yitzah hadn't played with other kids in some time now. Most of her time was spent in the jungle now, with her practice bow, as she trained herslef to become a huntress. One day she would be good enough to hunt down and kill the bug monsters that had killed her sisters, and she knew that she would be that good if she practiced a lot.
That meant a lot of stalking through the woods after imagined prey, shooting at a crappy target she'd made herself, and occasionally shooting real prey: they were annoying and she liked trying to kill them.
Not that she could kill them. Oh, she was capable of taking an animal's life, mentally anyway, even young as she was, but her aim was terrible and her arrows were all blunt anyway because that was all the stupid adults would let her have.
Today she was in the Eastern part of the jungle and had, actually, wandered a bit too far. She would never admit – if she bothered to talk – that she was lost, of course, but she was. There were strange plants here – plants she had never seen before – and she crouched, stalking along the ground, wondering what new beasts she would find here.
And maybe, while she was at it, she would find a way back? Maybe?
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:50 am
draconicfeline
Silence, it was perhaps something the young man relished. Perhaps he was just around his rather noisy twin brother too much. Aysun was always pestering him to go out and do things, and his rather large horde of animals he kept at pets it was hard to find a time he could call peaceful.
But somehow he had done it, slipped away from his brother and his family to be alone. It wasn't that he hated his family, but his mother was always pestering him as well, the only person he felt he could relate to was his Uncle Takoda and that was perhaps why he given his books to read. Knowledge. Chandra thirsted for it. He wanted to learn, to protect his fool of a brother, who seemed to think that it was the other way around. Chandra didn't need protection, his idiotic brother did.
Sitting on a low branch in the jungle of Jahaur he dabbled in magic, researching theory and trying to get his handle on the elusive art. If he could do magic, well he wouldn't have to worry about his brother anymore. He could beat the pulp out of anyone who tried to hurt him. Perhaps he had a bit of a brother complex...but being twins it was to be expected one supposed.
The boy though could never get more than a spark of magic at this point, it was frustrating and he wished his Uncle would hurry back from Neued so he could pester him with questions.
Yitzah had never seen a Leaf tribes person before. She rarely looked up into the trees, either – the bug monsters were on the ground, or so she, with the certain knowledge of her youth, knew – but now she did. It was out of nervousness at the thinned canopy that she did so, though she would never admit it.
If she talked.
So it was with some confusion that she regarded the silhouette, a shadow against the bioluminesence of the jungle. It was humanoid, big (bigger than the youngling, anyway) and too dark to be an Alkidike.
She began to panic. Unfamiliar, humanoid, dark... what if it was a bug monster? What if she was wrong and they did climb trees? What if...?
She raised her bow and fired, briefly terrified and irrational. It flew far off its mark, into the dark foliage beyond. She lowered her bow, her breathing calming.
No, the thing was too soft to be a bug monster, fleshy where they were chitinous, and she could see the glitter of crystals. The youngling stared at them. If they weren't a bug monster, what were they? They were not an alkidike, and there was something very wrong with their shape...
Somehow, despite Dyakida's friendship with Yaholo and the twins, Yitzah had never met a male, either.
Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 9:16 am
Chandra seemed completely absorbed in the book he was reading. Every once in awhile he would pause mutter something under his breath before raising a hand and try perhaps summoning the water in the air to his hand. The most he could manage however was a droplet or two before the sweat would drip into his eyes and he would have to stop. Using magic was exhausting, how was it that his uncle was able to use it with such ease?
This joined the rather numerous list he had gathered to ask his uncle about magic. Since he was the only one in the family who could use it his uncle had become a bit of an idle to him. Plus he was quiet and calm unlike his mother, brother...and rest of his family. Well no his father was pretty calm...sighing he knew that he didn't spend enough time with his dad or mom. Since the war he had been solely focused on becoming stronger. Despite his brothers claims that it was him who needed protecting he scoffed at the idea. No it was Aysun who needed to be protected. That air head was just...ug.
Grumbling to himself he suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. Was he being watched? Snapping his book shut with a finality that almost seemed impatient he glowered around him, expecting his brother to be the stalker.
"Alright just come out already Aysun. I know you just want to bug me so stop hiding already." He called out around him already irritated at being disturbed.
At the closing thump of his... was that a book? … Yitzah raised her little bow again, startled by the noise (and already jumpy besides). Books were new to Yitzah as well: Magic was restricted to the mystics and the sacred hearts, and Alkidikes did not use books for their magic anyway. Plus, most of the people Yitzah knew did not read or want to read, and - of course – the one who would want to read was blind. The only person that read at all was Kaalnia, and she read scrolls full of weird earthling stuff.
A practice arrow was already strung and ready to fire at the strange being again just for good measure when another new, confusing thing caused her to lower her bow.
Aysun? What was an Aysun? Why did it need to stop hiding? Why was it bothering him? Or was it a bug? Maybe it was a Nondwa. Maybe it was a bug monster.
What if it was a bug monster?
What if?!
Wary, Yitzah kept her little bow at the ready, waiting to see if this Aysun-bug-maybe-monster would come out of the trees so she could get a good look at it...
Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 9:23 pm
Irritated that his brother didn't just come out of hiding he glowered as he looked around him. The forest was just that a forest, and he didn't spot anything immediately out of the ordinary. Had he been wrong? Awen his sprite had been sleeping on his shoulder but with him moving she had woken up and took to fluttering around his head.
"Awen...go see if you can spot my stupid brother." He cursed sounding very angry despite liking the sprite quite a bit. Nodding her small head she buzzed but looking this way and that for Aysun and perhaps his own sprite. Usually Flower was a dead give away to Aysun's location, that or any of his other numerous pets.
A bag at his side Chandra slipped the book into it as he didn't wish to drop it to the forest floor. "Aysun I swear I am going to murder you if you don't come out right now!
Brother. Dyakida had told her that brother was male for sister, like the big brown man with the hammer, and the two other boys. This Aysun was this other's brother. Who he was going to... murder? Why? Even Yitzah knew murder was bad. Killing bug monsters was different: bug monsters were bad.
Maybe this one was bad, even if he wasn't a bug monster. She nocked an arrow, aimed, and fired...
Very far off. It hit the trunk of a completely different tree.
She made a frustrated cry, deep in her throat as she stood up to see where her arrow had landed. She'd thought she was better than that! A buzzing, rhythmic sound made her look up - it was a sprite, like the one Dyakida had.
Yitzah frowned. If there was a sprite, then this thing couldn't be bad... could it? And she had just shot at it... She glanced back at Chandra, now revealed in all her pint-sized glory. What would happen now?
