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Fey at down by the fire with one of the mens bags in his hands. "When I have to." He said as he emptied the bags contents onto the ground infront of him. "I'v never liked the taste." He said wipeing the blood on his fingers off onto the bag. He glanced over towards Aali thinking about her earlier answer. "What do you eat?" He asked.

I hope I can post this here. I am interested in joining this RP

User Name: -Lucid Realities-
Character name: Ohk'um (Oak-oom)
Gender: Male
Age: Looks 25, is actually 2000
Race: Cursed Human/Living Ankou
Appearance:
Human-Oak'um is dressed head to toe in tribal warrior clothing, a combination of wild animal leather, iridescent blue-green feathers and a sapphire colored war headdress, also decorated in like colored feathers. These like his flesh are more sullen in color with some pieces missing.
Ankou: He looks like a transparent fleshy human with a red aura about him. His spectral self has no armor on, only carrying a dagger. His chest area has a white glowing mark that looks like a demon face, but done in a tribal design. A red spectral fog follows after the mid waist.
History: Ohk'um was once a fierce warrior of a long dead tribe of ancient people. He was well respected by many, including the tribe's chief; often going and completing small tasks for the elderly and the sick. He had a wife and 3 children whom he protected and would give his life for. What he did not know that what he dedicated his life for would turn on him and haunt him for his eternal life.

He was not always immortal, as a warrior, he always sought the guidance of 3 shaman to determine whether he would survive the next battle that would come around. Most often the answer was yes. One time would be different. A long time enemy of Ohk'um's tribe had made their way into their territory, led by a young new leader called Kuwat'chu (coo wah choo) He made the trip and asked if he would survive this long battle to come. To his dismay, all three shaman told him that he would not live beyond that battle.

Shaken and desperate, Ohk'um tried to find anyone that could help turn his fate around. It came in the form of an outcast shaman deep in the forest away from the slowly advancing enemy. This old shaman told Ohk'um that he would be willing to help him live through this long battle, but in return he must do something for him, to which he agreed. The shaman lay the warrior on a slab of rock and did a chant that was forbidden. He took a knife and stabbed Oak'um in the heard and removed it. Oak'um died and his soul took to the stars, but was stopped by more chanting from the shaman. A mark appeared on his soul and then cast back into his own body, which came back to life. The shaman told him that as long as that mark exists, his soul belonged to him. His body would be cursed to be a fleshy soul at night and in the shadows and his human body would look forever deteriorating. Once every 50 years and against his will, he will return to the shaman's dwelling and spill his blood on the altar on which the ritual had taken place.
Personality: He is not the most approachable person as he always seems forlorn or angry, however, if you befriend him, he becomes very protective of you, willing to do whatever it takes until his friends or allies are safe.
Theme Song: Return to Innocence -Enigma and Safe -Kittie

[[Thanks for welcoming me smile ]]

Oak'um appeared into a clearing from the forest that surrounded him, his chest moved heavily, a sign of his arduous trek through thick brush and trees. The clearing itself opened up into a valley and below that was a village by water. Where the light shone on him, his headdress caught the light and made it look a little more brilliantly colored than it normally was, the shadows cast by the leaves showed his spirit form. There was a path in this clearing that would lead towards the village, but for now he would avoid it and head straight for the water's edge. He moved swiftly, his body that was slowly recovering was forced into motion once again. On his way, he kept his eyes open for anything or anyone that looked like a threat. He withdrew a dagger from a hidden space in his chest armor and kept it out until he got to the beach.
Once there, he begun a habitual cleaning session,the same he's been doing while he was a mortal. This time was his most vulnerable as he wore none of his armor and was exposed to any danger, land or water.

(( OOC: Bad Charlie, you killed the thread! x' D JK. ))

Aali closed her eyes, but didn't plan on sleeping. She took a cat-nap, short, but still in a semi alert mode.
"If you want my attention, just speak. I'm a light sleeper," she said.

The commander of the Heavenly Forces felt like her head had been used as a rattle. It was a new and most unsavory sensation. Her eyes blurred and she tried to focus as the minotaur moved and got up and stretched.
....HUGE.... she quivered in awe.... HUUUUGE.... seemed an understatement. She felt his eyes fall on her for just a moment and then his interest was gone. She quivered with rage. Rage at being trapped in such an impotent body. Rage at the beast for not respecting her. Why, she would call on all the Forces of Heaven and... nothing. And for that, most of all, she raged. But her quick mind was easily distracted by his pungent pheromones and the rage disappeared as suddenly as it struck. She was Rabbit, entranced, helpless without the powers of heaven behind her. The pull of the animal scent was stronger than physical hunger and she determined to follow. She hopped a short distance so as not to be underfoot as the minotaur packed and watched as his muscles rippled under the glistening red coat. She appreciated how his movements flowed so easily, like a finely tuned warrior. He would be a worthy catch. When she was shed of this ridiculous body.

Rabbit was entranced as she watched the enormous warrior take down camp and prepare to march. The economy of movement was art in motion. His armor and weapons were well-cared for. Ah, to have a thousand more warriors like this one follow her into battle! He was well disciplined, though obviously an itinerant soldier of some type. This one she would take into her tent at the end of each day's march and... she shook her head at the foolishness of the fantasy. She was here to learn her lesson and she would do whatever it took to ascend back to her previous rank.

She directed her attention back to the noble minotaur as he started away. She would shadow him at a distance, learn more about him. She readied herself to follow when he stopped in his tracks and tugged at a horn. she shrank back as he turned and addressed her. His bellow flattened her ears tight behind her and vibrated her skull.

“My apologies if my camp intruded upon your home. I shall be getting out of your way now. Good day.”

She winced in pain, but forced herself to maintain eye contact until he turned his back on her and strode away. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and ignoring the throbbing in her head, followed. She scurried along for much of the morning, trying to match his pace as well as she could. Her paws and legs were already aching and she was out of breath and thirsty and hungry. The throbbing in her head was worse than having ten thousand battledrums sounding. Why was he in such a hurry? Was he ever going to rest? Why was he steadily going uphill?

As they went through a high mountain meadow full of timothy, she could take it no longer. She stopped to eat the succulent grasses, vowing that she would catch up as soon as she took the edge off her hunger. They were still wet with dew and she hastily drank and gnawed, hopping hither and thither as the juiciest stems always seems just out of reach. When her hunger and thirst were satiated, she found a shady niche under a stone and curled up for a quick nap. Surely she could make up lost time when her paws felt better. She carefully licked them, rubbed her eyes and fell asleep to the humming of insects.