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"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."




He nodded when she summarized his society so succinctly. Brutal matriarchy was definitely the most accurate concise description. Of course there were other things as well, like being war-like, and the truly incredible difference between men and women, but that could be boiled down to brutal and matriarchal as well. "While I confess that interracial relationships were a problem, I believe what would give me the most ease would be to hear that the sexes were considered equal. I confess, it may be heretical, but I grew tired of being treated as chattel. I want to be considered a living sentient creature. Is what I experienced, my realm, is that equivalent to some ancient past this land experienced? It seems incredible, but I would of course take your word for it." He smiled with her remarks about birds' proclivity to build nests in her branches. "You are such a warm and inviting person, they just feel so at home with you. I know I do, and I trust very few people." He watched as she picked the feathers out of her hair. It was a good thing he hadn't scared the bird quite that much, it would be awkward for her to clean such detritus out of her hair. He got the feeling that she wouldn't care if he came out of the water without his clothes on, but he would continue to be polite, so he just shifted how he was sitting in the water once his knees started aching too much.

"Slavery is actually an accurate description. As you mentioned earlier, it is an extremely matriarchal society. As a man, my function was to oversee armies, serve my mistress with blind loyalty, and ensure that she bore daughters. She wished me dead because while she was tired of me, she also knew that she was not my first, and she did not want me to go to another. She would rather me destroyed than potentially leaking secrets to another. I guess it makes strategic sense, but I must say as a partial observer, I did not care for the idea." He smiled slightly when she mentioned he had been lucky in coming here, "aye, I am completely lost in this civilization, but at least I am not monster food." He laughed when she asked if he had loved his ex-wife, "she was my fifth, and I had loved none of them. In my early days, I only had my military record to earn me a place in society. However, as my subsequent wives proved, I served well enough and kept their armies mostly successful, moreover most of my children were girls, so I was considered quite the catch. But none of those relationships ever involved love, nor were they entirely consensual. I was told I would be marrying the individual or else be brutally murdered, so I married them. All just business."

"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.

He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.

Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"

Funds: $0

Relationship: Divorced

Mood: Bemused

Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎

"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."




He wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of joining her upon the bank, but her insistence was rather convincing. While it seemed she was perfectly fine with exposing herself, he did not care much for exposing himself, though he had done that often enough with his own kind when they made camp near rivers or other bodies of water. This was different though. At least he was relatively certain this was just her eccentricity, he had seen others of this realm about, and they were typically fully clothed. He gingerly stood up, the weightlessness of the water not able to outweigh the coldness and his own age festering at his bones. He arose without a sound, but it decidedly hurt, though he did well in hiding it. He stretched out on the bank beside her, though keeping a respectful distance away. From this angle, it was easier to see his most ghastly scar, a thick jagged band that went all of the way across his belly, though it seemed not to bother him at all. There was also a vertical scar upon his chest, right over his heart. "I do not fear your bite, milady. If nothing else, I can rest assured in the fact that I likely taste horrible. Too stringy, minimal fat, and everything overly soaked in vitriol and ice." For some reason this made him smile, even though the idea of being eaten was creepy, and his suggestion as to his flavor did not color his personality well. The sun was beginning to rise higher in the sky, so that a few sunbeams did touch him. He was not as sensitive to light as vampires or other such creatures, but if he stayed out too long he would burn, and noon daylight was as bright to him as looking directly into the sun was for others. For now he would keep his spot, but once he started getting too warm, he would retreat into the forest.

Based on her comments, it sounded as if she was pretty lonely, why else would she feel bad about speaking only with plants thus far. "We shall see how good I have it here, but I imagine nothing could be as bad as from whence I came. Though I confess, you are the first person I have talked to, and I cannot converse with non-humanoid creatures, so you truly are the first entity. Mostly I have remained in the shadows and observed, trying to figure out how this world works. I would appreciate any assistance you would be willing to offer."

"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.

He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.

Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"

Funds: $0

Relationship: Divorced

Mood: Relaxed

Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎

"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”




He smiled, "they would certainly have to cook me up. Unless they somehow caught me completely unaware or I was already dead, I would likely have tainted myself in my final moments. We drow are well-known for our poisons." He watched her as she surveyed herself. He couldn't help it, he rather enjoyed watching her. "Do you truly wish to cut sweets out? I've never had any before, so I don't know how hard they will be to cut out. From what I perceive, you are only saying this because you perceive some flaw in your form. If it truly bothers you, then I could understand wishing to change it, but personally I find it very pleasing. It matches your personality, warm and inviting." He had no idea why he had been so bold as to say all of that, it was improper of him. He blushed violently, though it was still hard to see on his grey-black skin. "I'm sorry, I am being too forward. My former wives would have had my tongue for speaking thusly, I appreciate you not taking such reparation." He was thankful when the conversation changed. It was back to his job, which he knew very little about, but apparently it was a good thing to have a job as it earned an income and an income was what you needed to not live on the street and have food. "I work at the potion place. I confess I have no talent with magic, nor do I often trust it, but it was the only thing of which I possessed any knowledge. I have not yet started there though, I was only released from the healer's building a few days ago, but I understand jobs are important. Like you, I have never had one before, I was always a soldier or some higher rank in personal militaries. But even in my homeland, it required money to have a place to live and food to eat, so a job seems rather necessary." As if on cue, his stomach grumbled ever so slightly. He had not had a thing to eat since the healer had released him, but he had gone longer with no sustenance, so he just mentally told his stomach to be silent. "Perhaps if there is a botany or arboreal job about, they would pay good money to enlist you. Otherwise, there are cashier jobs aplenty. It requires working a machine, but otherwise you just have to be friendly to people. That is what I am to do. I doubt I shall last long there."

"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.

He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.

Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"

Funds: $0

Relationship: Divorced

Mood: Embarrassed

Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎

"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”




She didn't seem to be offended in the least by his comment, if anything, it had made her happy. He didn't quite understand how that chain of events had come to be, but he would take it. Once more he flinched when she touched him, but he ordered himself to hold still and not back any further away. "No, they are not here, and may the fifth not care enough to search if I'm dead or alive." That was a real possibility though, that she would discover he still lived, lived comfortably at that, and hunt him down to finish him off. If that were the case, he hoped that there were sufficient defenses upon this island to stop her. He cursed his stomach for voicing its discontent. It had lived off of less plenty of times, and the healers had had decent food, well at least better than what he had known on marches, and better than what he had received sometimes when one of his wives was mad at him. "Really? Bellowing, you say? You must have fantastic hearing for I heard nothing so dramatic. It complained some, yes, but it can deal with it. I am made of tougher mettle than that." Still, he got dressed as she had instructed him to do, and was fairly quick about it. He had a cloak with him as well, as the nights were fairly cold, but he would not need it now unless they went through particularly sunny areas.

He paused for a moment after she invited him to her home. It was truly an invitation, as she made it clear that he could accept or decline as he so desired, with no punishment either way. True it was a small decision, but he had only ever been given decisions in tactics before, never anything social, especially not when dealing with a woman. It caught him by surprise. "I accept your invitation, it would be a pleasure to join you. Though, if we have to travel through any populated areas, would you care to borrow my cloak? I am new here, but I believe nudity is oft looked upon as something not to be exhibited in public, and I would hate for you to be the center of hostile attention."

"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.

He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.

Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"

Funds: $0

Relationship: Divorced

Mood: Amused

Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎

"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”




It seemed to please her immensely when he accepted her invitation, it was rare that one could be pleased so easily, much less by him. Usually assassinations were required. He watched in awe as she transformed before his very eyes. Whether or not he was aware they could transform, he couldn't remember, but her's was an interesting one to be sure. It seemed the main thing to change was the disappearance of her branches and a change of eye color. She was still just as curvy as in her normal form. It was very difficult to keep his eyes focused. He helped her don the cloak, but had to pause in shock, "you came through populated areas to get here yet did not wear anything? I confess, I can see why people would stare. If you would like, you can keep the cloak, put it somewhere that you will not forget it next time you wish to go out." She still looked suspect, but it was better than before, at least in terms of not attracting attention. He acknowledged her offer to give the cloak back should the sun become too intense for him, but he declined her concern. "I am not so photophobic as a vampire or other undead. It is true that I burn more easily than surface dwellers, but a short jaunt such as this will not harm my skin. Frankly, I worry more about my eyes. They are designed to see in subterranean caverns just as well as a human sees in full sunlight. It is quite possible that even morning sun will be too much for them. But we can solve that problem if it arises." He doubted that she had any form of tinted glasses, those would have been perfect, but worst come to worst, he would just have to close his eyes and have her lead him.

"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.

He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.

Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"

Funds: $0

Relationship: Divorced

Mood: Amused

Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎

Within the forest, small sounds of objects hitting trees could be heard, it was feint but one could pick it up if they were quiet enough, the sound was being made by none other than a woman throwing knifes at a tree. A tan skinned woman would be found walking up to a tree which had throwing knifes stabbed into it, taking them out she would collect them in her hands. Her mouth was covered by her red scarf which hid the bottom half of her face as well as her neck. She would soon find herself walking away from the tree, though when looked closely at the tree had marking son it which seemed to signal targets and small ones at that, as she walked away from the tree she would find herself around 10 feet away before turning around to face the tree, closing her eyes she gave a small breathe before she would throw one of the knifes at the tree, but as she threw it, her body disappeared, appearing in another location but in movement, she seemed to repeat this process, throwing the knifes as she appeared and disappeared, by the time she would stop, she would have thrown around 15 knifes all of which seemed to hit their marks, showing she had incredible precision. She seemed to repeat this same throwing process a few times, but every time she did it, the place of which she moved two when she disappeared changed yet the targets were still being hit. After she practiced for around thirty minutes she would put away the knifes in her clothes and walk back to the tree, Thanks to being in a forest she had no worries about being in the sun, after all she was a vampire, but she had a high resistance to the sun, at least for a good amount of time, but she still preferred the shadows whenever she went places, as she reached the tree she leaned against it and slide down having her back on the tree and her butt touching the ground, as she sat there she proceeded to close her eyes and rest for awhile, it was the day time, and that was often when she slept, so for the day she decided to take a nap before she continued to train or explore which ever she felt the need to do after she awoke.


☼ Relationship status: Single
☼Money: 60
☼Current Location: Surrounding Forest
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Patrick and Hiro went to the surrounding forest their secondary outdoor area to hang out at. Would be more of coincidence to be encountering anyone with this place being off mainland. The reason they weren't at the park as usual was because of the convention at his place of work so the high district is going to be busy during this weekend. Went on a small walk and played some hide and seek with his kitten. He was content with how peaceful it is out here.