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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 8:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 12:29 am
From Sauti to Tale
The time that he'd spent in Sauti had been nice, really nice, the sort of experiences that he would treasure and keep in his heart, but at the same time despite really wanting to stay he couldn't. As much as he wanted to follow Kyrian or Aaran around there was a drive in him to keep moving, as though he would be able to find... whatever it was that he was looking for. At this point even Mano didn't know what that thing was, all that he knew was that he was wandering in search of it. There was something missing in his life, as though there was a hole in his very being that needed to be filled with... something. It was the struggle that he was dealing with after all, figuring out what that 'something' was as well as where he might be able to find it.
Thus far, despite enjoying himself in Sauti, despite having fun making friends, flirting with them, and getting kisses from them, that wasn't quite what he was missing he realized. It was nice, something he enjoyed, and if they asked he might have stayed... but they seemed alright with letting him go, meaning that it wasn't Sauti where he was meant to be. There was a part of him deep down wondering if all of his wandering around was a way to avoid going home again, not wanting to return again and again to the same place to find it empty time and again. What if his family was never going to be there? What if they had moved on? What if something had happened to them during the war? What if they were gone? He didn't want to go back and keep facing the same thing over and over again, that being the house that he'd grown up in being empty. He would keep on the move instead, to avoid having to deal with that particular pain again.
It was a ling of thoughts that caused the normally boisterous Mano to look a bit grim as he looked in the direction that knew Matori to be in. He stood there for a time, just starring in that direction, before he turned and started to walk once more. He'd go in the opposite direction of home, he'd see if there was anything waiting for him in Tale or beyond, he wasn't sure how far in this direction that he'd be able to travel, not when he knew that he'd hit the ocean eventually, but he could at least travel as far as that. Once he hit the ocean then, well, he'd just have to decide what direction he wanted to go in from there. He could always head back in this direction, go across Sauti, head into Zena. He heard all sorts of strange things about the place, about how it was covered in something called snow and that it was cold all year round. It might be a place worth looking into, but for the time being he'd rather stick to warmer climates since it was what he was used to.
Tale was, from what he gathered, a lot different then Sauti which had a lot of mountainous areas to it. It was flatter, warmer, and drier, which would make it more like Oba. Not a comparison that he liked though so he tried to shove it aside. The last thing that he wanted to think about was Oba and all of those who lived there, people that saw Mano and his kind as something collectable to use at their will. Not something that he wanted to think about either, trying to push that, as well as everything he'd dealt with for a couple of years from his mind. The war had allowed him his freedom, let him leave Oba and his master, he could do whatever it was that he wanted to do now, so he couldn't think too hard on Oba and those who lived there. It wasn't as though he would ever be going back there after all, not if he could help it at least. He would rather go deep into the heart of Zena barefoot then go to Oba again.
"Tale." He murmured to himself, as though to remind himself where it was that he was going next. He didn't have to worry about Oba or its people if he was planning on going to Tale, right? Sure, a few might have migrated North after the war but surely the majority of them would have headed home after getting beat? At least Mano would like to think so because that meant that he wouldn't have to think about the risk of meeting one. No, he was going to Tale to meet with the Leaf Tribe, to find them, to flirt with them, to steal more kisses. It would be just like with Sauti, only the tribe would likely look different. Now there was a question that was really worth asking, what did the Leaf Tribe look like?
The Wind Tribe had been nice, golden hair and beautiful sky blue eyes, but what about the Leaf Tribe? Would they be true to the name of the tribe and maybe be green in coloration? Green hair like his own or maybe green eyes? He couldn't wait to meet with one of them! A handsome young man like Kyrian or maybe a lovely young lady, either of which he would be more then happy to get closer to. Likely the only thing that came out of his time in Oba that was any good was the fact that he found chatting people up a lot easier then when he was younger. Once upon a time ago he'd been nothing more then a fisherman after all and that was all he'd focused on.
He spent his learning the ins and outs of the job, he was going to be like his father when he grew up, and that was all that had mattered at the time. There was no spare time to go around flirting with anyone when he was up to his elbows in fish all day. Now that he was on his own it wasn't something that he'd really done all that much of now that he thought about it. Mano's hand lifted to the necklace he wore, one made of a fish hook, and he gave a bit of a sighing sound. It was a skill that he'd been so intent upon mastering only to have it become something that he avoided doing. Perhaps he should take it up again? One could provide for not only themselves but those around then with that particular skill and if he found a place to settle down, one around water at least, he would need to carry his own weight. He doubted he'd be lucky enough to find some rich guy or girl that would be his sponsor after all.
Shaking his head, and lowering his hand from his necklace, he continued forward. He'd think about all of that when he actually got somewhere with abundant water. As it stood, if Tale was anything like Oba, there wouldn't be anywhere to actually go fishing. He'd have to save that for another day and another adventure. For now, he was going to find himself a Leaf Tribesman or two, then after that, and after he spent some time enjoying Tale, he'd find a place where he might be able to dredge up the courage to try fishing again.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:01 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:02 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:51 am
Deep Thoughts
The time spent in Yera was well worth it, a relaxing time, one in which he was able to spend time with a rather kindly young Leaf Tribeswoman named Meri. She'd only been good to him, talking with him, showing him how to hunt and cook bugs, then the two of them went to look at the stars together. It had been a wonderful time, fill with many memories that he meant to keep close to his heart, just like with the memories of the time that he'd spent with both Aaran and Kyrian before her. All three of them had been kind to Mano, bolstering his spirits, and made his travels all that much more fulfilling. Still though he felt the drive to continue onwards, to seek something that felt as though it were missing, though he had yet to quite figure out what that thing was. Ever since he'd left Oba it just felt as though there was something missing, something he had to seek out through his travels and, if he were lucky, he would be able to regain with time.
There was a part of him that worried that he might not be able to find what it was that he was looking for. What was it that he wanted? What was it he was missing? A traitorous voice in the back of his mind, the voice of his Oban Master, whispered that it was rather simple. The only thing that he had lost since leaving Oba beyond was his purpose. No matter how far he wandered he'd never be able to escape that simple fact, that while he was in Oba, while he was with his Master, he'd had a purpose. He was training hard in various areas and one day his Master had assured him that he was going to become a grand assassin, like none other before him. At the time, though Mano wasn't sure why, it had seemed like a worthy enough goal. Maybe, as a Matori slave, it seemed as though assassin was better then something that he could have ended up as, right? To work for the Obans, to kill for them, it was better then just being a bed slave, something that he'd seen others become when they didn't show any sort of prowess at the assassin work.
Not as though Mano had been trained in that aspect of life as well, it was a rather effective way of getting closer to a target after all. A pretty face, kind words, a bit of flirting and some well placed compliments and anyone was likely to let their guard down. It was just a fact of life, something that Mano had learned by practicing on strangers and friends of his Master, as though he wanted to see if his training was as effective as he'd hoped it would be against the targets that would have one day been his to eliminate. He was blessed by On'os though to have gotten away from his Master, away from Oba, before he'd been given the command to kill. Not having killed someone, it was a good thing, but it didn't mean that he was completely innocent though, did it? Even now he was still guilty of using his old training to flirt his way into the presence of those he called friends. Kyrian and Aaran both, he'd flirted with them quite a bit, getting kisses from them both, Meri was no different.
In exchange for his kind words and kisses they had given his a place to stay, food, someone to talk to, and so on. He should feel bad about it, but he really didn't He liked the three of them, they meant the world to him, and the kisses he got from them were something he'd treasure. He probably should try to be more of a normal sort of friendly instead of the sort of friendly that he was, but he doubted it would happen. He'd have to have the want to change after all, and he didn't. He liked getting close to people, to get to sit close to them, to see them blush as he complimented them, to see them get flustered by how near he got to them, and to share a kiss with them, that was the ultimate prize in a way. He was sure those he came to care about so much would likely come to hate him with time, especially if they knew that they weren't the only ones he treated in such a manner. Heck, they might come to hate him when they learned the was an Oban trained assassin, not that he meant to tell them that. He didn't think he quite trusted anyone enough with that sort of secret.
No, it was best that those sorts of things were pushed aside and forgotten, he wanted to have a normal life after all one day, at least one day when he was finally able to find the missing piece of himself. Once he put the past behind him and found his missing piece Mano felt he might actually be able to settle down instead of continuing to wander about in what felt like a very amiable manner, moving from place to place on a whim, never able to sat still for all that long no matter how much he came to care for the one he was staying with in each place.
Walking along, heading due North, he found himself wondering if he should actually back track or not. Should he go back one day to visit with Kyrian, Aaran, and Meri? Should he do that or should he just keep the memories of the time spent with them close to his heart? It really was a difficult question to try to answer for sure. He tried his best to act confident around others but didn't quite feel as confident when he was on his own, perhaps due to far too much time spent following his old Master around he thought to himself. His mind continued to wander for a time, between various wants and desires, before a distance sound caught his attention, one that was able to break him free of his fretting. It was the sound of the ocean, the sound of the place he hadn't seen for some time, and the mere sound of it had his heart thudding in his chest. Eager to see it he started forward, his pace a near run, wanting to cover the ground between the ocean and himself as quickly as possible. It had been ages since he'd seen the ocean and as he moved toward it his heart started to feel lighter, as though a great weight had finally been lifted.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 3:46 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 4:01 am
A Somewhat Decision
Mano wasn't really sure how long he'd stayed at the shore line after he'd finally arrived there, all that he knew for certain was that he'd been there a lot longer then he'd stayed anywhere before now. It was as if the ocean seemed to calm him in a way that nothing else could, filling him with a mix of contentment and excitement. The longer he stayed the better that the felt, the better he felt the longer he wanted to stay. He only wished that his friends could see this place, that he had a way to call them here, to get them to come and enjoy the ocean and all of its bounty with him. It really was a great place, one that reminded him of home, one that made him think that maybe that was a part of what he was missing. Thinking on it Mano had realized that when he was younger he'd spent most of time in and around the water, ever with his father and older brothers, always learning, wanting to one day become a fisherman like they were.
It was a simple dream, sure, but it was one that he found was still lingering within him. It just seemed that it had been buried deep under everything that he'd been taught, all the things that were supposedly a callling that he 'meant for', one that was far more important then 'mere fishing' could ever be. As he sat there on the beach, starring out over the dancing water, he could almost see it, the sight of his father and older brothers as they hefted their heavy tridents, using them to spear and bring in massive fish, sometimes fish bigger then Mano had been at the time. When Mano was younger all that he wanted to do was to be able to stand alongside them, to fish alongside them, to bring in food for the family, as well as fish to sell to the others in their village. To prosper from the things that one could pull forth from the ocean, that was all that he wanted before his dreams had been mucked up.
It was something that he'd all but forgotten, such memories having been buried by his Master along with everything else from his time before the man had come into his life. The more that he recalled the old days, as well as old dreams, the more the choke hold that his Master had on him seemed to fade. The fear that the man would find him, that he'd invite him back, and Mano, feeling lost still, would find himself accepting. That fear was fading around the edges as well, leaving him feeling better then he had for a while. How he wanted to tell the others about it, maybe Meri because she was closest to where he'd been staying? A tempting thought, but one that he decided to wait on. He didn't want to go back quite yet, he wanted to stay here, at the ocean, just a little longer. Once he was done here, well, then he'd want to go about trying to figure out how he'd get his hands on a trident, like the one that his father had one carried, from there... well, he'd have to see, wouldn't he?
Not as though one could fish just anywhere, you really needed water to be sucessful at it. If he was to try to fish anywhere else he'd likely look crazy. He also knew that he couldn't just stay here forever either. Sure, it was comfortable here and he could catch enough to feed himself but we would find neither a trident nor people to give the fish to that he caught if he stayed out in the middle of no where. Perhaps a village on the water would be better for him Mano thought to himself, maybe he'd even dare to go back to Matori even though when he returned there the last time his family had been no where to be found. He was starting to face all of his other fears, so he would need to face that one as well, wouldn't he? He really needed to search harder, to figure out where they were and what had happened to them... and if they were still alive.
Giving a little sigh Mano pushed up to his feet, stretched out all over, then crossed his arms behind his head, "So, where to start?" He murmured to himself, looking up toward the sky. What to do next really was the question of the day he supposed. More over where should he start? For one he found himself without any sort of starting point at all. Looking from side to side at the little camp that he'd set up for himself he quickly found that there weren't going to be any clues just laying around. Not as though he thought that one of the Gods or Goddesses would just drop something obvious right on his head... though that would have been rather nice, wouldn't it? No, he was actually going to have to work hard on this one, he couldn't just hope to have everything just fall so easily into his lap.
Besides, even he was wasn't sure about anything else Mano was more then certain that having a trident fall into his lap would only end in pain. Impaled on a trident was most certainly not exactly how he wanted to spend an afternoon for sure. Giving a smile he set to gathering up his things, "I think I will start to follow the shoreline, maybe I will be able to find myself a fishing village that he could visit? They might have what I am looking for." He said to himself in a thoughtful manner. Letting his eyes close, hands resting over his heart, he said, "Nessat, Ome Essd, please guide me. I am not asking for you to hold my hand, my a nudge would be great." He said to the King and Queen of the Gods before he started on his way along the beach.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 3:09 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 2:34 am
Learning Things Anew
Sitting on an out cropping of rocks, starring out over the ocean, Mano found himself for the moment more relaxed then he had been in a very long time. He'd left Yera to head north, trident in hand, seeking this place out. It was beautiful here, peaceful and quiet, and he could see the fish jumping in a manner that just felt as though it was meant to tease him. How he wanted to go after them, to break out the old skills taught to him by his father, and see about making himself a good fish dinner. Fishing had been the family trade, how they had made their money, and it allowed them a rather comfortable life. It was why he'd been so happy to accept the trident, because it allowed him to connect with his old life again. He could almost hear it, the sound of his father's voice as the man explained to him how best to catch fish, which of them tasted best, and the like.
It was something that he missed, the most simple things like that, and it had Mano pushing up to his feet. He should sharpen his skills he thought to himself as he walked along the edge of the water. Knowing how to fish, as well as how to cook, were important skills. If he was able to provide food then he would be more appealing to those around him now wouldn't he? It there was something that he liked better then fishing it was flirting with those that he'd met with. The Wind Tribe with their beautiful, golden hair had to be some of his favorites but there were many others that he thought to be as beautiful, and he wanted to meet with others. In fact he wanted to meet with members of every tribe out there if possible and he felt as though something that would aid him in that particular 'mission' would be fishing and cooking.
Setting to work shedding what he didn't need like his pack and some various accessories he wore Mano set to preparing himself for the task at hand. Everything that he didn't need or thought would get in the way of swimming was set in a pile just out of the water's reach before he started forward, into the ocean. It was something that drew a little gasp from his lips as the water was colder then expected on such a nice day. No matter though, he couldn't allow that to stop him, he just had to allow his body to get used to the cold, and there was only one way to do that quickly. Drawing in a deep breath Mano moved forward, diving into the water so that he could soak himself completely in one go. After a moment of swimming along the bottom the now thoroughly drenched Matori man surfaced, giving a bit of a squeak, "Wow... that is cold." He muttered to himself, shaking off before he scanned for the fish once more.
Diving again he swam forward, trident in hand, and once he got to where the fish were the thrust the weapon forward in hopes of hitting one. No such luck though, proving that he was a bit rusty as far as such skills went. It was going to take a lot of practice to get back into the swing of things, wasn't it? It had been a while, longer then he would like to think about, since he'd done any serious fishing, hadn't it? Not since he'd been at home, back before he'd been stolen and dragged off to Oba by his now ex-master. The guy had been so determined to see Mano turned into something else that it had caused the Water Tribesman to lose out on years of his life, caused what he learned from his family to grow rusty, and for him to lose track of that family. The final thing wasn't something that Mano wanted to think about though so he once more dove under the water, swimming along toward the next school of fish that he'd seen while on the surface.
This time, after a couple of swift strikes, he was actually able to spear himself a fish. Pushing himself out of the water he looked toward the fish that he'd caught. It was a bit on the small side but still it was something, he'd caught something! Lifting it into the air he gave a happy cheer. He'd done it! He'd actually caught himself a fish! Out of what had to be instinct Mano found himself turning around, glancing toward the bank... only to realize he was still alone. Nobody was standing by to pat him on the back or praise him for the accomplishment. It was something that caused his heart to sink a little, hating the lonely feeling.
It only meant one thing though, that he just had to find more friends was all. He'd met with others in the passed like Kyrian, Aaran, and Meri after all, people that were kind and he'e enjoyed being with. He just had to set forth and find more people like that and he wouldn't have to deal with being alone. It had to be one of those things that he really, really found himself hating, especially in a time like this where he really wanted to have someone see what he'd accomplished even after years of being away from fishing. Swimming for the bank Mano saw about popping the fish off the tines of his trident, tossing it onto the bank, before going back again. The fish was a small one, no where near what he knew he'd need to feed himself, and definitely not enough for company if he were lucky enough to find some. He'd need to see about continuing doing exactly what he was doing right now, relearning all of the skills that he'd had in his childhood so that he could start using them again. Being able to fish was important on many levels and as such he couldn't lose that skill. Instead he'd make himself the best fisherman ever, in honor of those who taught him said skill to begin with.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 2:36 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:19 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 6:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 5:22 am
Where To Next?
He'd been right about traveling along the beaches, not only was it the perfect place to relearn the skill of fishing but it had also turned out to be a great place to meet new friends. The more people that Mano met the better that he felt, as though all the meetings, all the flirting, and all the closeness was really making the trip he was on worthwhile. There was nothing that he loved more then meeting new people after all, especially really attractive sorts like Ouen. The meeting with the Shifter had been quite enjoyable, making him hope that he might end up meeting with him again one day. Another night or two spent with the man would be more then worth the travel that might be involved. All the others that he'd met before in the past, even those he'd met at the beginning of his journey like Kyrian, were people that he would also love to see again along with meeting all manner of new people. The question then became did he want to start to back track in hopes of finding those people again or did he want to continue forward? Did he want to continue forward along the beaches of Jauhar or head into the woods?
After a moment of thought he gave a soft sigh, not really sure. The last time that he'd ventured away from the beaches he'd run into the mob that were preparing to go to war against the ones called Alkidike, which was something that didn't exactly inspire him to venture too far out again. He didn't want to be caught up in stuff like that personally. He didn't have anything against the Alkidike, having never even met one of them before. The idea of raising his weapons against those he didn't even know felt wrong, felt like something that his ex-master would have him do, meaning that he wanted to do the opposite instead. On top of that, when he went into the forest another time he'd gotten stalked by those weird, prickly frogs that seemed to inhabit the place. He'd finally out run those things a while back and he didn't exactly want to venture into the forest again or else he'd end up with more of them following him about. He wanted to be followed by handsome men and beautiful women, not frogs.
Laying back on the rocks he was sitting on, his golden eyes sinking closed, "I really do need to figure out where I want to go next." He really couldn't say though. Was he even ready to leave the camp that he had set up at the moment? He would need some fresh water, some food to eat while he traveled, and then there was the fact that he would need to pack everything up that he'd gathered thus far. So... maybe he could just stick around this area a little while longer? At least until he was ready to travel until wherever it was that he was going to end up next. Should he visit a village in Jauhar? Go back to Tale? Maybe he could go and visit a new country and a new tribe all together? Hard to say where his winding path would lead him but so long as there were people to flirt with then Mano was happy.
Sitting up slowly the Water Tribesman scanned his simple camp, then pushed to his feet, stretching out all over, "Hmmm... what to do first?" He did want to prepare for his trip so maybe he should see about gathering supplies? He could get fish from the ocean, some of that sweet fruit Ouen shared with him from the trees, and then he'd need to find some of those pretty water globes that were all over the place in Jauhar. Those would provide him with all the fresh water that he'd need to fill up his water skins. It was probably what he should do first since water was important whether he decided to pack up his camp or not. The down side again being those frogs... going into the forest meant the possibility of running into them and they were something that really creeped him out. The way that they seemed to be starring off into their own world at all times and yet somehow were able to follow him as though it were so easy a task. Why did they have to be so weird he thought to himself, his fin ears twitching in a displeased manner.
No, no, it wasn't something that he even wanted to think about! Instead he would concentrate on something more simple, like the gathering of supplies. If he were careful, as well as sneaky, then he could get in and out of the forest without drawing the attention of the spitorogs that he knew were out there just waiting for someone unsuspecting to show up. Yes, he'd take his trident and water skins, slip through the forest as silent as a perzi following its prey, and then leave just as stealthily once he'd fetch the water he needed. It was simple job, one that he was certain that he could handle! Once he had his water then he would return back to his camp, keeping his eyes peeled for the trees that contained the sweet fruit that Ouen had gotten for them. It was something that was delicious with wonderful memories attached to it, something that made the fruit that much more valuable to him.
Walking over to where his pack was laying Mano squatted down next to it, digging around through it until he found the water skins that were contained within it. He checked them over, to see which ones would need refilled. Of the three that he had two of them were empty, the other about half full, meaning that it was best that he brought them all with him on this task. Slinging them over his shoulder he scooped up his trident, gave a quick look around to make sure there were no frogs at the edge of the forest, before he left his beach front camp to venture forth. Here was to hoping that he was going to be able to accomplish this task without picking up any new followers... unless of course they were some cutie from another tribe, then they could follow him all they wanted!
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 9:12 pm
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