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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 3:42 pm
Running Away From Home
The day started like many days in Zena started, with a lot of snow. It was currently falling from the sky as massive flakes, piling up that much more, making it seem as though the entire world was going to be whited out by the snow. During a storm as heavy and dangerous as this one there were few who were willingly moving about, instead content to just enjoy the warmth inside their home with the company of their loved ones or family members. In fact there was only one, somewhat bundled form trudging through the heavy storm at the moment. Strangely though he seemed to be moving ever farther away from the village that he lived in instead of toward it, even though doing so might very well prove to be his end. No he had other plans, plans that didn't involve him going home, and his stubbornness was driving him ever forward in an arbitrary direction that he thought was going to bring him to a land called Sauti but he couldn't be certain of it. He had never ventured far from home after all but it was worth an attempt if it meant getting away from Zena and the one that dared to call himself his father.
Gritting his teeth young man, one who should be a prentice now was his father to ever have shown himself anything that he needed to know to become one, trudged forward. The cold wouldn't normally make a person shiver, make them ache, but he seemed to be enjoying the cold, reveling in it, it made the pain in his body feel a lot better after all. He was hurting from head to toe, covered in scrapes, scratches, brushes, and cuts, all those received during the last run in he'd had with his worthless father. The man was angry over something or anything, imbued far too much alcohol for anyone's good, and his son had paid for it. It wasn't as though the boy was shocked in any manner, not really, the man hated him and always took his foul moods out on him. No reason for the man to like him, he was nothing more then an unwanted halfbreed after all he thought to himself bitterly as he trudged to the snow, stumbling from time to time, but continued on forward. He had to keep moving, couldn't let anything, even the biting cold, slow him down or keep him from his goal. He was going to make his escape today!
He knew damn well that running might not work out so well, not on a normal day at least, but today wasn't a normal day. Sure, it snowed all the time in Zena, the world was an icy one up in this area, but the storm today felt different, felt stronger, so few people would be out today. Add in the fact that his father was passed out drunk at the moment, it meant that he wouldn't be waking up any time soon and if he did the heavy snow would keep him inside, if he wanted to leave, which he really did, he would need to do so now. There might never be so perfect a time then this one to escape from his home, his village, and Zena itself. He would run forever if it meant getting somewhere that he might be able to sleep easy, might wake peacefully, and would be able to spend time by himself in which he wasn't in pain. That meant that he would need plenty of time to heal, something he never had the chance to get while he was at home. That b*****d never really let him have time off, always finding some reason to take a swing, though when it came down to it his reasons all stemmed from the same place, that being what his son was. Nobody wanted someone like him around and they especially didn't want to find out that someone like him was their son.
Sighing he continued forward through the snow, tripping over his own feet, before he set to rolling down a hill and landed in a large pile of snow at the base of the hill. He lay there at the bottom of the hill for a long moment, chest heaving, "Damn it, stupid fricken snow." He muttered to himself, forcing himself to his feet. He was tired, exhausted really, and he already wanted nothing more then to find a place to curl up and sleep... but it wasn't time for that yet. What if he got up early? What if he followed? What if the man caught up with him, grabbed hold of him, and dragged him home? He didn't want to go back! He would freeze to death out here in the snows of Zena before he went home with that man ever again. Teeth gritted he continued forward through the snow toward where he felt his goal was. Sauti... he had to reach Sauti, surely it would be safer there? Would his father bother going that far? Probably not, not when he seemed to think little about any tribe that wasn't his own. No, he wouldn't go to Sauti, or at least that was what he was really hoping, "Please don't follow me that far." He murmured, as though his father could actually hear him. It was a quiet mantra that he said to himself over and over again, 'please don't follow me, please don't follow me' as though it would actually help in stopping the man from following.
He wanted to believe that, given how much the man hated him, that he would leave him to find his way through the snow or die in it. He somehow felt that he would hope for the latter option. He wouldn't have to look after him anymore then, would he? He'd likely drink a round to his death he thought to himself, making a bit of a face at the mere thought before he moved ever forward through the snow. A part of him wanted to prove to the man, to everyone, that he was more then a nothing halfbreed. He wanted to get his hands on some sort of weapon, any weapon really, and use them to end his father. The man was doing nothing but being a waste of space anyway. Not like anyone would miss him... but they wouldn't miss him either, would they? As such he knew he was on his own in all of this. They had already proved to him that they couldn't care less, they allowed his father to do as he did after all, so he knew he couldn't rely on them, the bunch of bastards.
Shaking his head he continued on his way. He wouldn't slow down, wouldn't rest, wouldn't stop walking until he reached Sauti. Once he got there he had a feeling that he was going to collapse into a heap and just sleep for a day or so. It was a good thing to focus on to get him through the walk that seemed to be going on for eternity, "I will sleep... when I get there." That became his second mantra along side the first one that he was chanting to himself. He would switch between them as he went, steadily putting distance between himself and the one that had harmed him so much in the past...
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 12:05 pm
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 12:06 pm
Sauti Downtime
Oulixes felt as though he had to constantly be on the move, feeling as though if he slowed down for even a short amount of time that his father might find him and there was nothing else in the world that scared him as much as that man. He would much rather face all of the other clans head on alone, fight with various beasts that lived in the different lands, or just merely starve to death out in the wilds. Any or all of that was far superior to the idea of going home even for a short amount of time, it was why he vowed that he would go anywhere but back to Zena, not matter if his life depended on it. He also knew that by not going home he was likely damning himself to an eternity as a homeless nobody. He would never a weapon, never get rank, never get anything that those who were loved and wanted got.
It was something that he had resigned himself to though. It was alright, he didn't need all of that, he had his life, had a chance at having at least a few nights where he could sleep peacefully, and it was all that someone like him could ask for, right? Currently he'd found himself an interesting outcropping of rocks that offered good shelter from the elements, both rain and sun, and it had a small enough entrance that nothing too big could get inside with him. It should be a safe place to hole up for a while. It was a bit of a shame, a part of him kind of wished he'd been able to stay with Lusala, but he didn't want to bring any harm down upon the heads of that one or his father. Better that he put space between himself and others, that way his father wouldn't punish others in his stead, something that he would never be able to live with. Instead he would do what he could to keep away from his father, keep from getting too attached to others, and he would do well. The last thing he wanted was to drag kind people down with him, not when he was worth that sort of trouble.
Rolling over onto his back he found himself starring up at the top of his rocky abode, sighing a little, "Kinda sad... it's nicer then my place back home." He muttered to himself, finding that fact a bit sad but what could he do? Not like he could change the past. Instead he would focus on the future that he might actually have now. He could go places on his own, meet new people, see new things, and keep himself from being some worthless old drunk's punching bag. It was actually a lot better then he could have really hoped for, even camping out like this under a rock was... nice. It was warm in Sauti after all, it made camping out a easier on his body then camping in Zena might have been. There had been a couple times when he'd been thrown out of the house and had been stuck finding a place to sleep then and it was no where as nice and comfortable as he was feeling right now. Giving the slightest hint of a smile he let his eyes sink close, "I will continue onward tomorrow." He would keep going, walk as far as he could as fast as he could, take breaks only when he had to, and he would make sure to put the world between himself and his father.
Shifting himself so that he could cross his arms behind his head he found himself wondering exactly how big the world was, how far he might be able to make it on his own, what the other clans were like, and how long it would be before his father came after him... though he supposed the real question should be would the man come after him. A part of him didn't think so, felt that the man would likely be happy to be without him, would celebrate it, would hope him dead, another part of him figured the man would be obsessed with getting him back because he was meant to be the man's outlet for his anger. Without Oulixes someone else might end up taking that place, something that he hated to think about, not wanting anyone else to feel what he'd felt... but at the same time there was always the chance that his father might pop off to the wrong person, take a swing at the wrong person, and get himself beaten to a pulp. Now there was a thought that would cause him to have wonderful dreams he thought to himself morbidly. He almost wished that whoever the old man decided to talk back to next was someone with a higher ranking among the Ice Tribe, someone that would knock his head from his shoulders...
"Well, maybe not that far." Sure, he was fine with the man getting a good pummeling but when it came down to who it was that was going to kill him it would be Oulixes. He ached to get his hand on a weapon, any kind of weapon would do but he really wanted some of those neat, duels swords that he'd seen in the past, and once he had such weapons he would bring them home and use them to kill the old b*****d. A bit of a smile appeared on his lips once more at the thought. It was his dream, a terrible, blood thirsty dream, but a dream nevertheless. He hated his father, hated everything about him, wanted to see him suffer, wanted to see him dead, but he knew at the moment that it was nothing but a dream. He had to figure out where he would get those weapons, how he would escape after stealing them since a nobody, someone who wasn't even a prentice, wasn't allowed a weapon. He would need to find someone that had them, a lone figure, and steal them. He would feel a little bad but if they were well liked enough to have rank and weapons then they could get new ones, it was the only reason why he would keep to such a plan. That unknown someone would go and get new weapons, Oulixes would have the stolen pair, and in the end his father would suffer a horribly wonderful death. It was only right that he did it given what the man had put him through after all.
With that thought in mind Oulixes rolled over onto his side, letting his eyes sink closed, and he was soon dozing off. He couldn't stay here for long, had to keep moving, but at least for the moment he needed to rest. It had been a long journey thus far and it was only going to get longer if he meant to keep on fleeing from the old man until he was ready to face him head on... and that was something he couldn't do until he found the weapons. Soon though, soon... his last coherent thought before sleep took him.
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 12:07 pm
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 12:25 pm
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 7:25 pm
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 7:31 pm
Saved from Danger by a Stranger
Oulixes found himself high up in the trees of Jauhar, a place that was as far from home as he felt that he could get at the moment and really he should feel safe, right? He had some supplies left from his time with Natsu that should last a while longer, he was far from home and his father, he was getting a better feel for the forest and how to survive here, all these things made it so that he should be feeling good... right? Why was it that he was still on edge though? It was a feeling that was deep in his gut, one that he hated, one that he wanted to go away so that he would be able to relax and actually feel at peace! The more he tried to do so though the worse it got, as though he was certain the moment that he finally allowed himself a moment to relax that the world would fall down around his ears. It was a feeling that he hated more then anything else because it was one that he couldn't get rid of.
"Grrr... damn it! Why can't I just have a moment of peace!" He hissed out between his teeth, grabbing hold of a bit of fallen debris that was nearby and threw it over the edge of the tree that he was sitting in to make himself better... the winced as it seemed to hit everything on the way down, "Oops... that might have been a bad idea." He muttered, grabbing up his things so that he could move from where he was sitting to another perch. He knew full well that not only were their dangerous animals in this place but there were also a pair of tribes here that he didn't want to mess with, he just wanted to be left alone, but if he was making a lot of noise basicaly anyone could come across him and that wasn't something that he wanted to risk. No, he would need to find a new perch to rest on now that he'd made the old one unsafe, something he couldn't help but to yell at himself for in his mind. Damn he had moments where he was such an idiot! Why couldn't he be calmer? Why couldn't he be more careful?! He was grumbling such things to himself as he climbed along, finding a new tree, higher up in this one, before he settled back down on the branch, taking in a deep breath to try to calm himself. It would be alright so long as he could relax.
It only lasted so long though, before he set to fidgetting, certain that he was being watched, that he was being followed, that something was going to go wrong. His heard was thudding in his chest, making it hurt, before he heard a branch snap. It was a sound that seemed so loud at the moment and instantly he abandoned everything he had with him save for the cloak that he had wrapped around his shoulders, scrambling higher into the trees, his heart thudding in his chest, certain that something horrible was about to happen... and when a pair of arms wrapped around him, one around his middle and the other covering his mouth he was certain that it was the end.
"Shhh... there is a Menzuri nearby. Normally they stick to the forest floor but I think it heard the noise you were making it earlier." A voice whispered against his ear before he was pulled tight to a warm body, hidden behind a massive shield, and the stranger remained silent, waiting for whatever a 'Menzuri' was to finish up with... whatever it was that it was doing. Searching for him from the sounds of it. Oh geez... was there something trying to kill and eat him? It was a terrifying thought, one that had his heart thudding painfully in his chest, making it feel as though he couldn't breath, "Shhh... it's going to be alright, take a breath." The voice whispered again, a hand resting over Oulixes's thudding heart for a moment before splaying out, taking in how thin the man felt, obviously underfed, all scarred up as though he'd had a hard time to this point, and he was most obviously not from the area. The stranger with the shield knew what he was at a glance, he'd met both tribes after all, but never seen them in Jauhar before.
There was another long silence in which Oulixes gulped from a breath, trying to relax even though he was utterly terrified at the moment. He'd been right! Something bad was going to happen, something was looking for him! Not just his father but something called Menzuri because he wasn't careful and had made too much noise, "S-Sorry... I'm sorry... I was just... I don't know... my mood was swinging and... sorry..." He gasped out against the hand that still rested against his mouth. The one behind him hugged him closer, something that put him that much more on edge. Why was he holding him? Why was he protecting him? Why were all the people that he ran across so nice?! It was so wrong... why were the strangers nice to him by his family so cruel... His head started to swim a bit, "Sorry... I'm sorry..." He gasped out again, his form seeming to go slack in the arms of the shield bearer.
The one holding him look down at the one his arms, giving a gentle sound in his throat, "Now that isn't too surprising. Poor thing, you must have it rough. Once the Menzuri is gone we will head home." He murmured, figuring that it was best that he take him home with him, let him rest there. Not like he could leave him here after all. Once the crystal spider returned to the forest floor where he preferred them the Shifter Massif picked Oulixes up with one arm, his shield in the other, and started for home with him. It was slow going but luckily on the way he met with his father and the big man aided him in bring the overly thin, scarred up stranger back with him to where it was safe.
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 11:45 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 11:47 am
The Aftermath
There was a long time after the battle with the strange bug like humanoid that Oulixes was completely on edge, expecting the guy to return with a bunch of his friends to stomp Oulixes for hitting him with a stick. Time passed, time that he spent digging, and nothing seemed to happen. Maybe the guy had given up? It would be a nice change of pace for something to actually go well for once as far as he was concerned he thought to himself as he continued to dig the hole. It was a rather exhausting challenge, one that he had never really had to do before. How could one prepare for digging a grave after all? While he had been more then eager to see his father dead the aftermath of such a thing never really dawned on him. What was he planning to do after it was all over? Was he going to just leave his father where he fell so that he could be found later by someone he didn't completely hate? He was more then certain that they would know exactly who did the man in and would probably send someone to hunt him down. As such he really should consider what to do with the body, huh? A rather morbid train of thought given the current circumstances he was in but one that he couldn't help but to think about.
"A shame we don't have bug men in Zena." He muttered to himself, would be nice if he would get them to take the body... though given he had no idea what the guy wanted with a hand maybe that was a bad idea? What could a person want with a hand...? It seemed far to strange for Oulixes, all he could think of was that the strange creature was debating on eating the man, but surely not, the hand couldn't have nearly enough meat on it... another strange train of thought and one that he shoved aside if only because thinking on food got his stomach rumbling a bit. The last he wanted was to appear as though he were some sort of cannibal just because he'd had a rough day and found himself hungry at an inopportune time. No, he had to focus on the task at hand, and get the man into his grave where he and all of his pieces would be safe he thought to himself as he continued with the task that he had taken it upon himself to complete.
It wasn't often that he went out of his way for others, but he was finding that when he did so he tended to get rewarded. A part of him considered trying to be more helpful in the future if only to get rewards... but there was always that chance that the one he was helping might end up stingy. What a waste of time that would be if he went out of his way to help someone when they needed help only to be given kind words at the end. Kind words didn't keep a man fed or keep him safe, they were a waste of time he thought to himself, making a bit of a face before he stopped what he was doing, looking over the hole that he'd dug, then moved to climb out of it. It should be deep enough now that various beasts wouldn't smell the man once he was buried. He'd be sure to add in a generous amount of the soot and ash from the fire to aid in hiding his smell as well he thought to himself as he moved to where the body was, looking it over, before he caught hold of the man's ankles and started to pull him over into the grave that he'd prepared, "It's not the best and it's probably missing all of the various ceremony your people have, but its something." He told the one that he was dealing with, easing him into the grave, then fetched his hand, resting that on the man's chest.
As he looked at the still, cold man resting at the bottom of the hole he couldn't help but to shake his head, "It's a bit of a waste, isn't it?" Someone that actually seemed to be a good man, one that was well loved by his son, was dead and in the ground while a colossal p***k like his own father was still up and walking around, making people miserable. Oulixes really felt as though he needed to fix that travesty as soon as he was able to do so. Shaking his head he walked over and started to gather up soot with his hands, tossing it into the grave, doing so until the man was covered in a generous amount of it, what he hoped would mask the presence of his body completely. What came next was pushing all the dirt that he'd dug up back into the hole, making sure to fill the hole in completely, protecting the body with the dirt as well as the soot. There was a moment that he debating finding a rock to mark the grave but decided against it. It wouldn't take long in a place like Jauhar for the plants to completely take this area over once again. Better that the grave remain hidden from those bug men, just in case the considered coming back for whatever reason.
Stretching out all over, before looking down at his scummy, dirty form, he gave a sigh, "I need a bath." He muttered, brushing at his skin a bit but that only seemed to spread the soot that was on his hands to other parts of him. He would need to go and find a place to bathe... though that would likely need to wait, huh? As he looked around, then up at what little bits of sky he could see, it was easy to tell that night was falling. Going bathing now would just be him asking to be eaten by one of the various monsters that lived in this forest he thought to himself. Best that Oulixes grab the swords the woman told him that he could have and be on his way before anything else happened. He'd climb up into one of the nearby trees, keep an eye on things for a while, rest up, and come morning he would get himself cleaned up. There was no way that he was going to go back to where Chal and his family lived in the condition he was currently in. They were nice enough to this point but nobody would want someone so gross walking around their home, mucking it up he thought to himself. He was quick to go and fetch the swords that were laying on the ground, their blades glittering in the waning light, not wanting to forget them.
Scooping the two of them up by their hilts he looked them over, "The two of you should do quite nicely for what I have planned for the future." He told the weapons, rather looking forward to a chance at his father's life and these blades were what was going to help him to end that man. Later though he told himself as he headed for the nearest tree, making his way up into the thick branches, finding himself just the right one that he would be able to bed down on for the night. Once he found his perfect perch he watched over the grave for a time before he finally nodded off, falling asleep so quickly and so deeply that he was able to avoid any dreams for the night, an added bonus on top of everything given his dreams were rarely good ones.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 7:01 pm
Placing Distance...
Oulixes sighed a bit from his perch, watching Yaholo as he flailed around for a time, screaming after him, seeming as though he'd been physically injured by the fact that he had left him. It wasn't what he had wanted, not really, he didn't want to hurt Yaholo, didn't want to see Yaholo harmed and that was why he'd left him behind. Yaholo had said he would help him against Oulixes's father, said that he would get the aid of others as well, and it was kind of him to offer... but it was also something that couldn't allow. He cared about Yaholo, the guy had only been good to him since they met after all, but it was because of that reason alone that he wouldn't let him help. It was because Yaholo was far, far too nice for his own good and it was something that was only going to get him permanently hurt in the end. Yaholo should stay here near to those that he loved and loved him, he would be safest here. He wasn't going to let anyone following him through the Hell that he had laid out before himself. It was a path that someone like Yaholo couldn't be made to walk... especially because all that waited for Oulixes at the end was him staining himself with the blood of the man that had made his life Hell.
"I won't let him commit a murder that is mine to commit." He murmured to himself, looking down at the blades that he held in his hair. He sighed a little as he pressed closer to the base of the tree he was sitting in, hiding out in the shadows, not wanting to be seen by the man that he had abandoned after their short and rather emotional meet up. It was for the best that they didn't see one another again after this because otherwise he felt that he would be tempted by him. He couldn't allow himself to be tempted by him when he didn't want Yaholo to be dragged into his dark world. Instead he would take the weight of what he was planning on his shoulders instead of allowing others to try to do it for him. He couldn't allow it, especially not with Yaholo who just wanted to protect people. Those who sought to protect like him and those that sought revenge like Oulixes, they couldn't walk side by side.
A shame though, it had been kind of... nice, that hug. It was the only one of its kind that he had really experienced up to this point and it was unlikely something that he would feel it again. He would need to put such silly things behind him, try to make himself stronger by separating himself from those who were overly kind because that was just making his weaker. Of course that meant that he was going to have to separate himself from Chalcedony and his family too... they were good people, kindly ones like Yaholo, and they had taken good care of him when he was at his weakest. He needed to thank them for their help, Chal especially since that was the one who scrapped him up and carried him to safety, before he headed on his way once more. It was going to be as hard to leave them as it had been to leave Yaholo but he could tell already that he was getting far too used to them. If he allowed himself to live amongst them too much longer he was going to get weaker for it, a weakness that his father would take full advantage of.
The very last thing he wanted was for that b*****d to get his hands on any member of Chalcedony's family or Yaholo... and because he couldn't allow the man to get his hands on them he would have to move as well, huh? No matter, if that was what was best for everyone involved then he would just have to vanish was all. Maybe he would journey South? It was a place that he hadn't gone to yet, meaning that he shouldn't cross paths with those that he already knew, everything would be safest that way, right? Giving a nod of his head he pushed to his feet slowly, glanced down toward where Yaholo had once been, before he started to climb his way higher into the tree. He would see about heading back to Chalcedony's place now, he would gather his things, and he would be on his way. He couldn't allow them to try to stop him because it was imperative that he continue on his way now. He was risking far too much sitting still, he was risking himself, those he liked, and on top of it all he risked getting weaker. It wasn't something he could allow, not when he had just gotten his hands on a pair of weapons that he hoped would allow him to get the upper hand on his monster of a father.
"I'm sorry, Yaholo." He murmured as he climbed higher and higher, putting more and more space between them. From here on out he could only hope that Yaholo just forgot about him. It would be best that he forgot about him, moved on, and found someone that was more worthy of accepting his feelings. After all once Oulixes stained his hands with the blood of his father he would no longer be able to accept the pure feelings of any of those that he cared for. Better that they were parted from one another now, it would give Yaholo time to get over him, to move on, to find someone else, and it would allow Oulixes to forget about that bit of shared affection. It wasn't something that he wanted, nor was it something he deserved. It would better if it had never happened really... but he'd been weak, he'd let him hug him, had shared a couple kisses with him. It was a momentary bout of weakness that he could only fix by breaking himself away from the one that had caused it. For the pain he was sure to cause Yaholo he was sorry... but this was for the best.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 7:02 pm
Word of a Tournament
It had been some time since he had vanished from Jauhar where he had been staying with the family of the Shifters that he had been taken in by. He had enjoyed his time with them but after the run in with Yaholo, after learning about the strong feelings that he had, Oulixes had done what it was that he was best had, he'd run away. He had gone from Jauhar to Southern Tale, and even then he had mostly been milling about from place to place, not setting down any roots, not slowing down, not trying to really make any sort of connections. It wasn't safe to make connects, it wasn't safe to make friends, he had to be cold and calculating, had to train hard, had to be ready for whatever he might face in the future. It was a difficult to thing to do, to prepare himself for a dangerous future by fighting against nature itself, but it was working.
He was able to at least provide for himself now, able to find food and kill it on his own, and was no longer at risk of starving as he had been when the Shifters had first found him. It had been a rough time and not one that he would allow himself to relive. Instead he was getting better and better at hunting, at making a meal of the various animals of Tale, even those that might normally be seen as predators. Why should he hold back after all? The Witu especially, they had come after him more then once in the night thinking that he would be an easy meal only to become food themselves. Those beasts, he was positive that they weren't used to the idea of being food, instead used to the ones that made food of others. Stupid beasts he thought to himself as he tossed down the Witu bone that he had been chewing on to get the last bit of meat off of it. He had gathered various materials that the Leaf Tribe seemed interested in, the fangs, claws, bones, and hides of the various beasts that he had made his meals of for instance. He would bring them to a nearby town, trade them off for things he could use, and then be on his way again.
After kicking some dirt onto the fire he grabbed up his pack, slung it over his shoulder, and headed on his way toward the village, eager to get this done with. He could use a few things to help his wanderings be easier and the various things that he gathered seemed to go over well with the villages he stopped by. Not to mention being a bit more self sufficient was going to help him to go further in the world. Already he could tell that his body was stronger, more muscular, that he was losing any softness that he used to have even those that had been minimal. More importantly his heart was hurting less, finding himself getting better and better at separating himself from others. He still thought of the others he'd met from time to time, about Chal and his family, about Yaholo, Tahigwa, Natsu, and Lusala... thought of them, but it was normally when he asleep or on the verge of sleep. When he was awake, well, he'd gotten fairly good at banishing them from his thoughts because it really felt as though he were stronger without them. He didn't have to worry about getting too close to them, didn't have to worry about his father in turn getting to close to them. They would forget about him in time and they would be safer for it he thought to himself as he started into the village.
Much to his surprise their seemed to be a lot more people gathered together, a lot of them seemingly interested in a note that was posted up. At first he really didn't bother to look, it wasn't any of his business after all, until he overhead the words 'tournament' and 'reward' something that caused his ears to perk up with interest. After a moment of hesitation he started forward toward the group, keeping his hood up so as not to draw attention to himself because of his blue hair, and he studied the note closely. A tournament was being held, one that had prizes for the winners, and he couldn't help but to be interested. Not only was this the perfect chance to test himself and his training against others but the reward could be nice. He could use it to buy himself things that would allow him to stay deep in the wilds for longer periods of time without risking running low on things that he needed. He knew that there was a chance he could run across some of those that he'd met in the past, that he could very well have to battle against them, but it was one of those risks that he was going to have to take. He wanted to stay a step ahead of those that he knew wold be looking for him after all. The question was would they go to the tournament to look for him and was that a risk he was willing to take?
After what felt like an eternity of debate with himself he finally decided that he would go, he would sign up, test himself, and once it was over with he would vanish again. It was located in a place he hadn't been before at least, that helped, and it would be a place he wouldn't spend all that much time either. Taking a copy of the note about the Tournament Oulixes continued on his way. He had things to trade after all, he couldn't linger too long starring at the posted note, and if he was going to be traveling then he was going to have to start out soon so that he could make it in time by foot, alone. If nothing else at least the time since he'd left Jauhar had made him better at doing things on his own in an efficient manner. As such he was sure he would make it to his destination without too many issues. The moment he was done with his trading he would be on his way he thought to himself, hurrying along to do just that. It was lucky that he'd found the note now when he had enough stuff to trade for travel supplies, that was for sure.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 7:04 pm
Tournament Battles
[1] Vs Aminah
[2] Vs Biroki
[3] Vs Chalcedony (( These will be used as a Battle Requirement ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 7:05 pm
After the Battle With Chal
The tournament had been interesting to say the least. He had gone from battling it out with two magic slinging mages to running face first into a proverbial wall in the form of Chalcedony. He'd known after spending some time with him that the guy was tough but he wasn't exactly ready for how tough the man really was... and to think that he was that strong without even using a proper weapon. The man used a shield, a rather big one, as though it were a part of himself, and his charges were akin to getting run over by a Mammu... or at least he'd assumed so, he'd never been so unlucky as to get run over by one of those for which he was rather grateful. Still, after two wins to have someone that he knew be the one to take him down, it was a bit of a surprise. A shame that he was unable to go further but it wasn't as though Chalcedony was someone that he was sorry about losing to. Just the fact that he had made it as far as he had was as nice as it was unexpected. He was a nobody after all, the unwanted, mixed breed child of a cruel man who would rather see him dead then show him any sort of affection. That someone as dirty as him had made it to the third round, it was something that he was proud of.
Still, it was a shame that he'd had to run into Chalcedony in such a manner, seeing him there on the battlefield it had reminded him how much he'd enjoyed spending time with the kindly Shifter and his family. It wasn't something he wanted to think too hard on though, not when he had left the man and the other Shifters behind and never looked back. Add in the fact that he had planned to do the same thing again once the tournament was over, he was sure that the Shifter would come to hate him. It was something he kind of hoped for though in a way. If those that he cared for came to hate him then he wouldn't have to worry as much about their safety because the odds of them following after him and interfering in what he was planning to do were little to none. He had born alone, raised mostly alone, and he ran away from 'home' so that he could stay alone. It was how he belonged he thought to himself, being alone was the best way that he could protect those who he would gladly have stayed with were he anyone else. Maybe in the next life time he would be able to be a part of a good family, a loving relationship, perhaps even have a child to raise with the same love that Chalcedony seemed to shower upon his sons. This time around his life was a dark one but the next one, he'd like to believe that it was going to be bathed in light.
Pushing up so that he was sitting up on the cot he'd been resting on for a time since Chalcedony brought him for a healing session the swordsman gave a bit of a groan, "Mm... it's time to get going..." He murmured to himself. He'd get his weapons, pull on his cloak, and he would vanish in the crowd. Once he was lost in the crowd he could watch the last few rounds from a safe distance, see who one it all, and then he would be on his way he thought to himself as he gathered his things. He wouldn't tell the Healer that he was heading out, that would be one less witness who would be able to tell those that he knew which direction he'd gone in. There were many people here that he knew, he'd seen their names on the big board that showed the tournament brackets. In fact the only person that he'd met in the past that he hadn't seen on the board was the Wind Tribesman Lusala but everyone else, they'd been there. Due to this fact he was going to have to be careful so as not to be spotted by anyone save for those who might have seen that he was here whilst he was battling.
The mere fact alone that Yaholo was there caused his heart to ache a little. There was that part of him, the part that wanted to betray the rest of Oulixes, that wanted to go out and find him. He could almost imagine it, running over to him, throwing his arms around him, hugging him tight... but given how much time had passed between when he'd abandoned the man and this moment he doubted it would go over well. Hells, for all he knew he might have a lover, a mate, a child on the way... if Chalcedony could do it then so could Yaholo he reminded himself. It was best that he just remained nothing more then just a memory for Yaholo he thought to himself as he abandoned the place that he had been resting, not saying a word to anyone as he vanished into the crowd. He knew there was a chance that Chalcedony, or anyone who'd seen his loss, might come looking for him where the Healers were caring for people and it was best he didn't stick around too long.
Instead of risking being seen he picked an arbitrary direction and hurried off in that way, wanting to get somewhere far from where everyone might suspect him to be. He'd walk around a bit, get a feel for the various exits from the place, and then when he was more comfortable with his surroundings then he would see about heading back to the stands. While he didn't want to get caught he didn't think that he could leave, not yet, when someone that he cared for might take it all. He wanted, if nothing else, to be able to cheer for the various people that he cared for, even if that meant doing so from a distance.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 6:17 pm
The Trinket and the Sprite
As he was rushing off through the crowd in an arbitrary direction Oulixes found himself entering the market area. The swordsman gave pause, looking from side to side, taking in all the people that seemed to be hocking various wares. Not exactly where he'd meant to end up but... while he was here he supposed he could look around, right? There were things here that he had never seen in any of the villages that he'd walked through after all and maybe he could find something that would help him when he left the tournament grounds and headed back into the wild, right? He was looking around when one of the merchants calling out seemed to catch his attention, talking about 'special accessories' that were guaranteed to make someone stronger. He instantly drifted in that direction, looking down at the pretty trinkets, and he reached out to pick one of them up, inspecting it.
The merchant chuckled before shaking her head when he picked up the wrong trinket for his class type, "No, no... I can see those swords of yours, my friend. If you really want a trinket to help you out then you will want to get this one." She said, picking up a different one of them, the one that had cyan colored jewels and a long red ribbon, "This one is called the 'Sword of the Strong' and it will make a swordsman like you all that much more dangerous on the battlefield!" She told him, her voice sounding so sincere and dramatic at the same time. So much so that he couldn't help but to take the glittering trinket that the merchant woman was offering him.
The 'Sword of the Strong', was it? That sounded promising... and if it would aid him in getting stronger, would allow him to better take care of himself, then surely it was something that he needed to buy, right? Oulixes was quick to dig into the depths of his pack, getting out what was needed to pay for the trinket, and he held it out to the woman. He felt his heart skip a beat with excitement as she handed over the weapon accessory, "Thank you for this." He said, giving her another smile before he walked away with it in hand, admiring the pretty item. So this was going to help him to become stronger, huh? While he wasn't one to normally believe in things like this but the woman's confidence had sold him on the trinket. Even if it wasn't magical and able to imbue him with more power as a warrior then perhaps it was one of those things that would make him more powerful through belief alone?
Believing in himself was even more difficult then believing in a magical trinket though since his self confidence was a little lacking. He'd still try his best to figure out how to make this trinket's power work for him, "Mmm... I should probably head back to the the stands to watch now. I'm sure it's safe for me to do so. Maybe I'll see about watching from the back row." He told himself, tucking the pretty object into his pack. He'd try to figure it's power out again later, after the tournament was done. He didn't want to miss any of the matches, especially those starring people that he knew.
He took a couple hurried steps forward, eager to get back, when he heard something else that caught his attention. He shifted in place, glancing between the booth that called to him and the directions of stands of the arena. After a moment of debate he headed over to the booth, this one with all manner of strange animals that were for sale, and he drifted closer to take a peek. None of them interested him, not exactly, though it was more because he felt that the animals were just as other people might be, they were a liability that could be used against him. A part of him would like a pet that he could keep close, train, and keep as a companion but he'd hate for it to get hurt because of him. As such there was no reason to even consider getting himself a pet... though as he looked them over he couldn't help but to feel a bit sorry for one of the critters. It was a strange little thing, somewhat humanoid, winged, and looked less then pleased to be in a cage.
Squatting down in front of the cage he gave the creature inside a weak smile, "You don't look too comfortable in there little one." He murmured, lifting a hand up to tap it against the side of the door of the cage, "Poor thing... I know exactly what you are feeling." He told the sprite before he glanced at the old woman who seemed to be in charge of the familiars booth, a woman who was busy with another customer at the moment. He considered his options for a moment before he reached forward quickly to undo the simple latch on the side of the cage before hurrying off, vanishing into the crowd.
Oulixes knew far too well what it was like to be stuck where one didn't want to be, locked away by someone that you didn't care for, and if he could help to save someone from that he would. He'd done his part, from here on out it was up to that strange little creature to do the rest, to save itself. He couldn't do everything after all because that would be far too suspicious. Of course he had no idea what sort of trouble he'd just made for himself by letting the creature out. The moment that the fairy like creature figured out what he'd done and figured out how to do the rest to free itself from the cage it took to the air, flying away from the cage, following along after its savior at a rapid pace. Oulixes had saved her and now she wanted nothing more then to follow him forever! Something that was likely to embarrass Oulixes were he able to read her mind.
(( Word Count: 1030 ))
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