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 Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:00 pm
.::.A Quest for Kana .::.A Reflection of Language .::.
I am Questing for a Magnificent (and expensive xp ) BC Link to the shop can be found throughout the quest, as well as details for the quest. The Layout of this thread is as follows.Donators Intro Kana
-Concept
-Behind the concept
-Progressto be used later
-saved
-savedOuter Links
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:01 pm
DONATORS!Aurons-Blade heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart eek (Angelic Headband) -------------  [none] heart If you don't want to Donate, I do make nifty dolls with help fom dollpalace, and am willing to Make them for people who have contributed. * wink heart  * Contribute doesn't nesscerily mean with money, it can mean anything from making me new banners, to wearing my links in your sig for a period of time, to just comming in and chatting with me.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:03 pm
Welcome (Itarashaimase!)
Welcome to my Quest Thread for my Shattered concept.
Those who don't know What a Shattard is, for the short answer, an RP growing pet, for the long answer I direct you to:
Kana was a concept that I came up with rather impromptu in one hour for one of the Shattered Flatsales. But I fell in love with the concept, and kept it for the next flatsale. By this point if you have not guessed, I am not that Awesomness at Flatsale Prompts. If one just clicks maybe, otherwise I'm fighting my muse.
Kana isn't my only concept for shattered, I have a few less origanal ones I keep to myself (one not so common, but that I would feel akward RPing.)
Anywho, I really want her, so I'm going to try for an autobuy RP required (When they open they are closed now)
Welcome to my quest, the following threads further explain my intent.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:04 pm
About Kana(仮名): The FYI posted in the Shattered Hopefuls thread [IC Guardian Name]
Ariel
[IC Guardian Info/Desc]
Ariel is a student, absoultly in love with language. which is why she came across the Japanses language book, in which she found Kana. She also enjoys history a great deal, and her favorite time period to study is from the dark ages to the rennisance all around the world. This includes the waring states period of Japanese history which she adores so much. She knows, and is almost afriad however to pluge as deep as she desiares into her interests. Mainly afriad she doesn't under stand enough to give her credibility. Thus making her a very unstable person, with a very weak beilief in her own ability, and loads of security problems.
[Shattered Name]
Kana (仮名)
To quote:
"仮名- "Kana" is a general term, usually referring to the two syllabic character sets in Japanese - hiragana and katakana." -http://kana.just-peachy.com/about.php
[Reflection]
The Japanese Language (written from a book)
[Brief Desc]
A proper child, shy and reserved, slightly haughty. Her right arm has japanese characters down it.
[Where did you come across the Shattered?]
In a Library while studying, I found a book, written in Japanese and found it drawing my attention. I opened it and I saw a shard inside its pages, like a book mark.
I Came across this shop via a link in another shop which I go to through a link in another shop and so on and so forth until you hit the F'ae shop. @.@
[Why do you want one?]
They are awesome? I feel my Rping ability would be complimented by this particular Pet, and I would enjoy imensily to become a part of this community which I have felt welcome in since I first came across this pet. I see grand potential and I cannot wait to exploit and push it to its fullest. This concept for a reflection I can see so many thing I can do with it, so many ways I can show and create growth in character of the Shattered. ..and now I'm rambling again. @.@
[What's your favorite color?]
Green.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:05 pm
Behind the Concept
Yes the reflection is a language, not something common at all. Also not something you would imagine to have a personality or a form. Also, it is a concept one would expect a fair amount of experiance to accompany.
I'm going to explain all of this.[The Personality/History]
The Japanese language is partially borrowed from the Chinese. This aspect of Kanji, which is vital to the language, was once only the Chinese language. The personality expressed by the Kanji is that of superiority, elegance and simplicity. For instance, the Kanji for Silver is that of metal, with the moon over the water.
The japanese took the Kanji and made it their own, switching around the meanings of certain kanji, as well as adding their own reading to a majority of the Kanji.
In addition to this two differant kinds of writing immerged to further add flexibility and to make the language more 'Japanese' instead of bieng a borrowed Chinese. The readings of words were broken down into consonant vowel pairs, with the exception of just vowel sounds, and the letter N. These sounds each gained two simple 'characters' (not Kanji though often adapted from Kanji). One Character set was to be called Hiragana, and would be used to spell out the sounds of the Kanji, as well as act as particles and declention endings to words in the Japanese language. The second set, Katakana was created so the Japanese would be able to adapt in words and concpets not origanally expressed in their language, since the creation of an entire word in japanese was often difficult, and thus saved for only special words and concepts that the Japanese felt were Japanese.
A good example of this is Baseball. Baseball was considered Japanese enough to be given its own Japanese word that is written in Hiragana.
This seperation of everything japanese from non japanese includes names. If your family name is a Japanese sir name, but your family is American by citizenship, you cannot write your name in kanji or Hiragana you must write it in katakana, like every other foreigner ^_~.
This shows a form of elitism integrated into the language itself, but it also shows that the japanese are still willing to adapt to the word. Coffee, in japanese is Ko-hi- and written in Katakana, and there is no other word for coffee in the japanese vocabulary.
At the same time, it is painfully obvious that Coffee, isn't a japanese item, or word.
The Japanese have a declination system baised on politeness. Sure you get your past and present tenses, but you also decline for how polite you need to address the person you are writting or talking to. For instance, the normal or dictionary for of a verb may be used as its present self in a casual conversation, but you must decline into the ~masu forum the second you are no longer talking to a peer, but a teacher, or a boss, ect.
The workers in Japanese stores treat their customers like gods, simularly, they use an extremly formal tense of speaking when they adress costumers.
This formality can be considered an important trait of the japanese language, and becomes thus, and important trait of the concept character I'm making.
Due to the elitism found in the language my character is simularly very haughty, thinking herself above everyone else, her knowledge more correct then everyone else, even if its only subconsious.
The Adaptibility to new ideas and words and concepts is what allows my concept to be able to grow and learn in her new english only speaking enviroment, however she still distinguishes the new ideas from the ones that are her own, that are hers.
I made her a quiet character, an artisitic elegant character baised off of not only the Language but the culture of the Japanese which had so much influance over the language itself.
Caligraphy of Kanji is meant to be elegantly written, the language is made from origanally images that created the origanal kanji characters, its a very artisitc language.
The Quiet and dedication behind the character I made comes from the quiet learning and dedication that the Japanese strive to put into everything they do, including their language.
For this reason I also have her in my mind as a perfectionist.
However due to not wanting to ramble on on her personality on the forms, I have planned her to aquire these traits, like the language was origanally aquired from China.
[The Form]
You are allowed up to three (3) physical traits on a shattered.
The main characteristic I choose was to have kanji down her left arm. (I would prefer it to be her name but any kanji will really do.) The purpose behind this is that her origanal shard form reflected the Japanese written language (which is what her character is baised mainly on; I have only a very few referances to that of the spoken language) Thus it is only logical that she have some kanji acctually on her body. The left arm to signify that the language is written from left to right. Down her arm, because the language is written down, opposed to across.
I made her female because of the beauty and grace of the characters, I believe that a male form would be to hard for the gentle swoops of the pen when the acctual characters are written, the gentle lifts to add the tails and hooks on the Kanji, and the flow of the pen from one stroke to another.
I believe that the female form was the best way to embody this grace, flow and prestine that is put into the written form of the language.
Though the spoke is once again not my main focus, the soft sounds of the japanese language, the flow from one word to another in the grace of the sounds, with the many vowels also gives image to a much softer form then a male could provide.
[My Experiance]
I am currently enrolledin Japanese 102 at the college lvl. I took perviously a 5 week intensive 5 credit 101 Japanese class. I know a majority of the basics and Kanji in the Language. For that which I do not know, I am a talented enough writter in order to accomodate the words being in english.
I have been writting since I was a wee little thing, I am admittedly horrible at spelling and grammar. Two things that none of my teachers ever saw fit to acctually sit down and teach me. Most of my grammatical skills are aquired though bad marks on papers teaching me general concepts and ideas. Spelling is simular. Spelling I also aquired through reading alot.
This does not mean they remain perfect.
I have an odd tendancy to do an odd gramtical negitive phrase in my writting that is found in many languages, but is considered wrong in english. Go figure rolleyes
I have written numberous fan fics (stupid plot bunnies scream ) and many origanal fics, none published however, and many incomplete.
However I am a talented RolePlayer, having done it for many a year, and my story writting skills only add to that.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:09 pm
LE'ProgressOrestae Announcement:Okay, well, this sucks, but it's one of those things that sort of has to be done. Due to school becoming overwhelming, and the fact that I have to get straight A's in order to keep my GPA high enough to secure a place in medical school at the end of next year, I have decided to take an extended hiatus. I am currently working on the art for those who are waiting for thier kids to come out of the shards, as well as the upcoming growths. However, I won't be taking on any new children for a while, probably at least until the summer. I do apologize, because I love doing the art for this shop and you all have been wonderful so far. But in the case of priorities, school comes first, and right now it's just going to take up a lot of my attention. I am, of ocurse, going to continue to do growths, but I do request that send me and email a few weeks ahead of when they think they might be starting their quest with details about what you want their next stage to look like. That'll give me time to schedule in the time I need to get the art done. That is all, and now I am off to do Calculus. Autobuys RP Required Autobuy
Slot 1: Closed
Slot 2: Closed[ crying ] You must prove RP ability by posting examples of RPs you are in before buying one of the above slots. PM the mule if interested. Non-RP Autobuy: Devil Tail or Monetary EquivalentSlot 1: Open Donation letters (as well as the nightmare and angelic headband) are also accepted as payment for the RP Required autobuys when they are open, in addition to just pure gold. No event items are accepted. [<- I think this is the amount I'm looking at, but I could be wrong, I'm contacting the mule for clarification] Myfunds 17438g + Jan 2005 (7,500 g) @Mid Teh Guide +Angelic Headband (120,000g) @Mid Teh guide +G Blade (8,500g) @Mid Teh Guide +Kiki Plushie (77,500) @ Mid Teh Guide ------------------------------------------------------------ 230,938g
For RP Required Autobuy (no slots open crying )
My funds/ Price for(Equiv Angelic Headband@MLD)
230,938g/120,000 heart
For RP Required Autobuy (no slots open crying )
My funds/ Price for(Equiv Nightmare Headband@MLD)
230,938g/280,000 (49k short!!! ><)
For Non RP Required Autobuy (Which I don't really want >.> but slot is open)
My funds/ Price for (Equiv DT @MLD)
230,938g/4,100,000
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 2:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:21 pm
[Shattered Shop]
Orastae - Artist
Nio Love - Manager
[This Thread]
Me: Banner maker, thead formatter, and idea creator
On Goings in Shops!
[The Shattared]
1 year aniversity!
Links!
[To Shop]
[url=http://snipurl.com/ftz7][img]http://tinyurl.com/lau7s[/img][/url]
[Other Shattered Quests!]
[My Quest Pic Link]
[Kana]
[url=http://tinyurl.com/mg7xj][img]http://tinyurl.com/rgvuo[/img][/url]
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 9:57 pm
.::Additional Notes::....Ok so this is a valut for ideas for this concept that really doens't fit anywhere else o.O....
Example of RP Style
Note: The Nation "The Faeyas" is located in the Region "The West Pacific" and is mine. The Characters are all original and are mine, the People and the customs of the Fae are all mine, the writting and language is mine, the wardrobe is mine, The world is NOT mine, it belongs to Max Berry, Same with the reigon. The RP "Shiro Academy" is in the Region the East Pacific (Max Berry), and the nation that me characters are acting in in Dannistan, which is not mine.
Shiro Academy (NationStates.net) Raela pulled back the drapery of vines and gazed at the group curiously. Surely they knew better than to act so savagely. Their clothing absolutely reeked of pollution and suffocation, absolutely barbaric. And that contraption they moved about in. ?Seriously, is this nation still in the Ancient Oil ages??
Raela winced in disgust, as a scout for her people, her tribe one of a great many known as the nation of The Faeyas, would need to be informed of this savagery almost immediately.
On her knees she could feel the scream of the earth as it was rode over, instead of carrying the people nobly. Her own bare feet flexed in the earth, its soft moist texture gently massaging its way through her digits. 'It?s alright', her movements told the earth. 'Soon enough you will be safe... soon enough you will have the respect you deserve, this barbaric behavior cannot continue on for eternity, and surely these humans know it.'
Her race was an odd one emerging in a jump way from a very primitive people who found a way to adapt to the harsh realities of modernity without removing themselves from their land. They remained nomadic, traveling and settling wherever they pleased, the tribe or tribes in the vicinity of any nation where then immediate diplomats, as their Nation of tribes had proclaimed to all the nations they've encountered.
It was a survival edict, or else soon their people would have been confined and eventually gotten rid of. By declaring themselves a people and a Nation with laws, they saved themselves.
On her bare knees, Raela continued to watch the group as they passed down the dead earth towards where ever they were heading. Her knees scrapped the earth no matter how moist the island soil, she didn't wear much, since the climate was a tropical one. She wore a short robe, only reaching to about mid thigh, with slippers hanging from her belt. It was a possession her people learned to travel with; the ancient ones often had a particular notion about covering feet that her people only honored when they found they were forced from their own customs. Her robe had no sleeves, leaving her arms cool and free from restraint. Her long midnight black hair was braided into a single long tail from her head, with decorative beading throughout it to symbolize to her people her rank as a scout and the head of their tribes defense, and to symbolize to outsiders her wealth and the fact that she wasn't attempting to hide. Most of the clothing wore by the Fae was dark and simple, causing many different nations to consider them thieves and spies.
Her shadow black eyes absorbed the land and the part moved along. The beauty of this nation gave her hope, and raised her curiosity. She would report back, but maybe after a little bit more information was gathered.
Moving her feet under her legs to give her lift for swiftness she used an ability only known to her tribe as she shift footed the land to almost vanish into the greenery as she trailed after the group in their harsh archaic contraption.
------------------ Raela had thought. Then again she often did think, but never had she so poorly judged as this. Nothing could be so bad. Surely they were in the jungle but only a short period of time ago. Now they were in the midst of the most Savage place she had ever seen, all the rock pilling on top of each other with metal and a forced rock substance to cover the ground to stop the growth. The plants here were not naturally born, so she felt but had been transfered here.
The situation was far worse then she had originally immagined. Not to mention her cloaking abilities only really worked where there existed a bountiful amount of greenlife for her to shade in with. Now she was like the barbarians termed a fish from its origanal home of water, in which it soffocated and died.
Raela really didn't want to die. Sure there were plenty others who appeared like her, but they could stand the touch of the burning iron, a substance that harmed her people physically.
She had long lost those she had trailed in the forest since the night before when they arrived to this most ancheint sight. She, unable to follow them any further than the gate took refuge on the outter edge of what the primitave lifeforms called a city. Today was a new day, She would find those she had been investigating to complete her analysis for her tribe.
If nothing else got her this far in her time until death, it was persistance.
She set out, notable avoiding touching anything metal with her skin. She found this difficult and problematic. Most metal being on the ground, she slipped on the foreign slippers and continued without worry of her feet.
Maybe that was the origanal intent of the paired device after all, she would need to report it to her people. After of course, she had found the group, and completed her origanal task.
It was outside Raela's thought process that maybe these people she was following were from differant nations, not simply just this one.------------------------------ Raela heard a commotion. She didn't understand the primitive tongue, but she could gather something was happening where the sun rose to the right of you if you faced it. She had soft footed her way to the spot; clearly the natural tribal peoples of this land were normal in the barbaric cities, so Raela wasn't horribly noticed as she made her way to the fire.
There the small group was, one seemed in charge, another pulled something out of their pocket. Something major was occurring, her people would need to know now, no matter what it was. Her long slim and flowing body moved into a near shadow, but by accident she touched a metal railing with her arm, she pulled back as if heavily burned by red hot iron. She hissed and removed her waist ribbon, undoing her robe. She horridly wrapped her arm with the ribbon, her loin cloth showing, along with the intricate designs of tattoos and purposeful scaring on her tanned body. The swirling colors about her chest, wrapping around the skin her robe hid, informed her people that she was a Shaman, but a worrier at the same time. The tattoos and scars told of her family, her history and past, where she had been her great feats and her place in the world, where she was going to die and who would inherit her name, who would marry her ect.
It was what all members of the Fae had done to their bodies once they became of age. Hers shown itself to the primitive people, which drew attention to her, but she needed her arm well again. Her robe, much like a long vest like jacket about her almost bare body, waved in the wind as she appeared to float, running almost on top of the ground, back to the woods.
She was injured, and there was evil afoot. She needed to report back now.------------------------------- Raela found herself out of the inhuman "city" in no time. Back among the greens she felt as if something had had been choking her and it had been removed. She took a deep breath and seemed to meld into the scenery as she ran back to her tribe.
Upon reaching it she dropped her cloak, "Maait! Maait!" She cried. An old lady, calm and upstanding, robed in the white of honor to her age calmly approached her as if from thin air. She was the tribes official Shaman or Maait, while Raela held the ability, but not the destiny to follow such noble steps.
Among the Fae the Shaman ruled all, they were the individual leaders of each tribe, the regional leaders and all the way up to the top. The head of the government of the Fae, the great Relena, however wasn't a Shaman. This was the only exception. The lady, her white hair flowing about her body nodded, "Metat Raela, firthi drestha meth dou?"
"Mecah no beisis! Groad fer no maede!" Raela cried her concern, "Hetis freh no maheth! Maheth hery." she showed her arm, "Ger no meth, inoha moris." she touched the burn, "Mith restra, meth grororu fer dahan." The Lady bent over the arm and kissed the injury, a bright light trickled from those lips and seemed to soothe into the arm. After a moment the lady removed the wrap to reveal a well arm, one free from energy.
"Meth gward, itha mos ithus." The lady spoke, a smile on her face, letting Raela know that she had done well to warn them. She turned to the group, "Gquathi mono tres, Maheth no fwad toi thoy preio." They couldn't leave yet, but soon they should. The news Raela had brought was disturbing indeed. The lady led Raela into her own tent, as the elderly women couldn?t' sleep in the trees with the others but must remain on ground like the men.
"Fer meth mahana, gretti yahi." The women spoke, Raela, honored by the kind sincere words of her leader bowed her head.
"Mahi." she spoke softly.
"Raela no herti dews tritty, mahana grath no fer?" Raela met the woman?s eyes as the woman spoke to her. A nod let the lady know she would remain scouting until they could safely leave once more.
For tonight Raela's courage would be honored with a celebration and the gain of a tattoo of a rose where her arm was burnt from the metal while she was gathering information for her tribe.---------------------- Raela watched throught the night until the sun rose without a single creature other than animals who trailed into the camp, disturbing their shot term settlement. All animals that entered were guarded well by the men from getting into the temporary storages of food, and also prevented from leaving until they themselves could ensure that none of these animals were leashed by the barbarians.
Raela watched the sun rise on the next day, glad her people were safe. she knelt to the rising sun and spoke softly "Drias Mahi." She was blessed with the first goddess powers, and thus saw it fit to thank her patron goddess for the luck bestowed on their tribe. Unlike the other worriers Raela carried only a dagger on her, a sign of her faith in the abilities bestowed upon her by the goddess.
Maait was considered a daughter of Maerd, and thus held the ability to heal as the Shaman of the tribe. However many suspected that her white hair was a sign that she was also a blessed of Thyna, but wolfless so that she could remain a hidden power.
That day they would sacrifice all the animals, except the birds to honor the goddess Raelid, for a safe journey. Raela jumped from her tree to land on the ground, she would be needed to prepare for the sacrifice.---------------------- The blood seeped into the water from the beaches, feeding the goddess her reward for safe passage for the Fae. Raela swirled her hand in the water, as a chosen of the first goddess it was her job to see to the death of the creatures to ensure they would be replaced in the world.
Taking out her hand from the stained water she stared at the red pigment on her brown skin. It was done. She thanked the goddess for the tribe and returned to the Maait's tent. In there sat two children, both Saat, or forbidden. Raela closed her eyes with her fingers and then touched the same two fingers to her forehead, her eyes still closed as she gestured from her mind the acknowledgement of the unknown. Few of the Fae could acknowledge the two in front of her, Raela was one of them.
Maait informed Raela that the two would be given the option to remain here, or join them on their journey. Each stop and transition the forbidden were given the same option. Maait, since she was pure couldn't "see" the two, let alone talk with them, but since she was Shaman, she could "sense" that they were around.
Raela informed the two. One was a child of Thyna, a Wolf rider. The girl?s white curly hair contrasted her own tan, and her white robe. Those 'born' under Thyna's grace were of the few who could touch dead animal pelts, as was evident by her worked white leather boots, and riding gloves. The girl had dark black eyes that glared, stern and unhappy. Her kind were outcasts, excused by their patron goddess from the regular norms of society in order to care for their Wolf companions. The only "seen" Child of Thyna was Ariel, who was currently the head of all Fae, above Relena. She saved their nation from being destroyed after all.
The second was a son of Nido. He had some of the best direction sense of the tribe, but he couldn't share it. When he was years younger ravens had begun to flock around him, the Fae believed he was calling them against the God's will and cast him out from existence. To his family Nido himself had come to remove the boy from the realm of the living. Only those who worked with death and the dead, or the blessed of the goddess Drias, the First, like Raela could speak so even see the boy. His hair was the normal dark pigment of the Fae, but his eyes blazed and ice blue.
The two were almost exact opposites, but both outcasts, forbidden.
Tresha and Niiko.
Raela nodded to them, and rose to lead Maait to the boats, it was time to leave. The forbidden walked from the tent after them, used to being ignored by all but Raela, they thought over the prospect as some men of the village collapsed and packed the tent.
They were moving fast, and soon the boats were filled. A large white wolf lazed its way up behind Tresha, she turned and hugged the large head, which was about half the size of her body. The Wolf was taller then most Fae, and was one of the reasons the Fae believed them to be demi-gods under Thyna.
One thing of note is that as outcasts neither could communicate with the tribe. They knew Fae'an, both of them, but they relied on a harsh form of English in order to exist in the world, as they could talk to most foreigners, and often did when the rest of the tribe found it too repulsive to.
Tresha was the best at it, having to deal with it her entire eighteen years of existence. Niiko was less so, since he only had to live about a third of his life as an outcast.
"I stay." Niiko spoke. "No more invisible, I stay."
"I stay then." Tresha spoke into the head of the wolf, "Dresha and I will stay with you."
They watched the boats float into the ocean, and they watched Raela and Maait fold the boats into the ocean until they were no longer invisible. They were gone now.
Turning around they noted that someone had left a tent and rations for two, for a few days. "Raela Mahi" they both spoke in unison, thanking their care giver for her gift.
They set up camp, "We need to go to the city." Tresha noted, "Two days isn't enough to live."
"We go city asta." Niiko responded, falling back onto his Fae for the word he didn't know. The ravens, apparently native to the land flew in and joined the three living creatures at the camp. They mostly rested on Niiko. The god Nido had given him the power to call Ravens to help his people; they considered it evil and cast him out. The ravens kept him safe; they were his family as much as Dresha was Tresha's.
"Tomorrow." Tresha corrected him while agreeing.
They would go into the city, but not now. Now they would eat. They couldn't drink until the tide brought the blood from the shore, but food would give them energy.
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The buildings were indeed tall, at least in the relative sense. On one such building a wolf was crouched, with its sister laying on top of it, her human arms crossed under her chin as she looked in to the direction where the sun rose to your right. The smell was strong, but the two were up high enough that it didn't affect their sensitive noses. "What could that silly boy be up to?" Tresha asked softly, rising into a sitting position. She scratched behind the ears of her Sister who growled at a sound being made.
Tresha looked up in time to see a whole pack of Ravens go ballistic. "Honestly that boy, what is going on down there?" The bombing had already happened, but there were still problems going on 'down there'. Honestly she sent him to hunt, the least he could do is that. Sighing she patted her sister Dresha's head "Let's go find him, he is family now." The large wolf got to its paws and leaped off one building to a lower one and so on untill they were on the ground.
By the streams of people rushing out, Tresha gathered they probably imagined another bomb had hit. "Disgusting" she scowled as Dresha continued to run in the direction of Niiko, "Like cockroaches." And she paid the bugs no more heed after that, focusing on getting to Niiko in time.
They weren?t always family. In fact there was a time when he was like the rest of them, cold, uncaring. She was a parasite to them, except when they needed her sister?s fur. She grew cold, having been born with white hair, she was immediately shunned from the tribe, left to fend for herself, learn how to kill, how to eat, what to eat, until she met Dresha, who then taught her how to live, and how to make. Tresha still knew she was a member of the tribe, so she continued to follow them. Raela was the only one who ever saw her, but was to distant for Tresha to consider her actual family. But she was a friend. Hunters hunt together, and when Raela needed the skins removed from her kill, the already tainted Tresha obliged.
Then that boy came along. She knew he was going to get tossed out. He got the same looks that drilled into her brain since her locks showed. It wasn't a week until they had the funeral rights for him, with him standing right beside his mother, crying, losing his voice as he tugged on his mother?s sleeve.
He had become to weak to move, once the rights where done, the tribe knew the boy as dead, he no longer existed. He continued to cry, which pissed Tresha off. She wasn't even given that option. If she cried, she would be dead. So she walked over and smacked the boy.
Being a good Fae, he let her hit him, refusing to acknowledge that she was indeed there. A raven flew down from a tree and landed on the boys shoulder and nudged his head, trying to get the boy to look. And he did, right at Tresha "I do exist you know," She snapped, "As much as you sit there."
It was in vain since he didn't know any words of English. Dresha padded over and lied behind him, a rare occurrence for a white wolf to do for anyone other then the rider chosen by it.
Falling back on her Fae, which was utterly rusty, she spoke. One hand on the boy's shoulder, her word fell soft, "Niti." or pack/family. The boy looked up at her, his tears still falling, but less so. Tresha gestured to the group, "Niti" then to herself, "Tresha" to the wolf, "Dresha," to the raven, "Nido" and to the boy, "Niko, niti." The word for Raven is the same name as the god for the Fae always believed that the ravens were the god Nido, and thus named them all Nido.
The boy wiped his eyes, and nodded, falling asleep next to the wolf due to his utter exhaustion.
When Raela came, to give him his rights as an outcast, he was still sleeping, and Tresha intervened. "He is my family, dead as he is to you, he is mine, He can't be an outcast with a family." Though Raela understood no English, she and Tresha understood each other well enough, and Raela nodded, going back to camp.
"I saved you in the eyes of Drias and Nido, Niiko, you owe me, brother." and she too fell asleep.
When she came from her memory Tresha noted that they were coming to a wide clearing, with two men holding Niiko as he struggled to get free, and ravens flocked madly about him trying to help. "Nido," Tresha whispered, and gestured them to get back, they did. She looked at the men.
"A lil spy for the Dannis aren?t you kid?" the arms demanded.
"We'll teach them not to treat us so weakly. Tomorrow we'll hit them again, in the heart, and see how they treat us then!" the insane one chattered.
"Niiko." Tresha called, which also drew the attention of the two men, who instantly became extremely white in the face. Tresha bet neither had seen a white wolf in their lives, since they dropped Niiko and immediately fled.
Dresha padded over to Niiko and Tresha jumped off, "Roaches," she spat in the direction of the men. To Niiko she glared, "And you couldn't keep yourself hidden? What did your parents teach you all those years?"
"To farm," Niiko shyly admited. This was true; most men didn't hunt, and were considered to clumsy to do so, so they all worked the farms.
Sighing, she put Niiko on Dresha then mounted the wolf herself, "You can have my rations tonight, but we are late, the Maait was talking about leaving, we need to see her."
"She no see?" Niiko asked, curious.
"But Raela can," she explained, then became calm, "Do you want to stay?"
"Nido stay." Niiko explained.
They would talk later, as they had just entered camp.
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