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 Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 3:32 pm
 Smoke filled the small hut and Gwoemul took in a deep breath of the silky substance. She concentrated on memories of her parents and heard the clack of her wooden wind chime in the background. Exhale. Another deep breath. Slowly she opened her eyes and finished her thought, her last memory of her parents.
"A blessing... And sacrifice to ancestors." Gwoemul murmured gently as she bowed her head in respect. A dead rabbit lay before her, a tribute to her deceased parents. "May you be content and at peace...." Her words were slow and careful and her tone full of respect.
And then the ritual was at an end. Gwoemul carefully covered the embers to stop the smoke and left the hut when she saw the embers had died. Light pierced into the hut as she opened the curtain. Outside it was bright daylight and she cringed from the pain in her eyes. For the rest of the day she was free... She would probably spend it repeating mantras, as she normally did.
Her grey claws clacked on the solid stone beneath her and she ventured into the nearby cave. Inside, carvings glared menacingly at her from the wall, following her as she walked to an alter that was at the center of the cavern. She began to chant and was disconnected from her surroundings.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 3:52 pm
 Mazouku yawns and stretches slowly as he wakes up for the day. Bright blue eyes looking around slowly, he takes in the sounds and smells of the area outside his cave, making sure none of the Alchemist's 'pets' were anywhere near his temporary den. He'd been traveling for quite some time, living as best off the land as a lone Ikal could, looking for some place where those of his kind lived without being under the rule of 'he who had summoned them'. He gives a silent snarl, limping out of the cave and towards a water source he'd scented in the wind the night before. He was dirty, tired, and hungry, suffering from various small injuries and aching paws. Finally reaching his destination, he practically collapses at the water's edge, drinking slowly to restore what he'd lost during his days travels. He hadn't slept well that night, jumping at every sound, expecting it to be the Alchemist appearing to force him to do his bidding. Forcing himself slowly and painfully back to his feet, he limps further through the forest, heading west, until he came to what seemed to be another series of caves. Spying a rabbit nearby, he painfully crouches down, then attempts to leap on the rabbit, falling slightly short and startling the intended prey into darting into one of the nearby caves. The area gave him a slight case of the chills as he approached, various carvings seeming to glare down at him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:29 am
As Gwoemul finished her first mantra she looked down at the alter and gently moved objects around. They were fragile objects that had taken great effort to preserve.
A rare flower. A decorated pot. A hide from a buck. A rabbit.
A rabbit? Gwoemul glared at the filthy thing that had decided to unconventionally hide underneath the leather hide. Unfortunatly for the rabbit, there wasn't much room under the hide to maneuver in. "Get out of there before you ruin it." She snapped at the innocent animal before grabbing it with her teeth. It squealed as it realized it was trapped, sensing it's impending doom. Gwoemul snapped it's neck with a strong bite. Now what she was to do. The alter wasn't harmed and she wasn't hungry, having eaten before she paid respects to her parents. The rabbit would just have to be thrown away she supposed, and turned around to go outside of the cavern only to come face to face with a male Ikal.
She froze. A guest. Or an intruder. But manners first. Gwoemul gently placed the rabbit down and looked towards the Ikal. With a strong confident tone she spoke to him: "Greetings to you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 12:11 pm
Mazouku blinks, finding himself almost nose to nose with another Ikal. He watches as she sets down the rabbit he'd been attempting to hunt, then looks back at him. He had tensed at first, thinking she was one of them, then relaxes a bit at her words. "G-greetings to you as well. Sorry to intrude. I didn't know anyone was in here." He fidgets from foot to foot for a moment, then looks down at the ground. "I've been traveling for some time, looking for those of our kind that live freely in the land." He fidgets again, his sore feet reminding him of the many months on the move. "My name is Mazouku." He says finally, bowing his head a bit to her. "I don't mean any harm or disrespect and if I am trespassing, I'll move on as soon as I'm able." He says softly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 1:46 am
Ok, so not an intruder. That's good. She gave him a gentle smile as he relaxed. He must appreciate her manners; he was rather polite himself. Though he had trouble standing up straight but Gwoemul resisted the urge to scowl at him. Manners.
She bowed her head down formally and looked back at him into his eyes. "I am called Gwoemul, of the long past Mon clan. "My home is welcome to you as long as you see fit. I'll see to it that you can recover as long as you do not hold threat against me or my home. Come, I'll show you to where you can rest, and I'll bring a suitable meal for you."
With a strong stance she picked up the rabbit from the floor and walked towards the exist of the cave, pausing at the mouth of the cave for the wounded male to approach.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 2:38 pm
Mazouku blinks again, giving a small smile of his own at her, then nods and limps after her. "I'm grateful, and I swear that I hold no threat to you or your home. Once I am well enough, if there is any way I can repay you, I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you for the kindness you've shown me, Gwoemul."
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 2:54 pm
"You can rest in the shade over here," she said as she walked to a warm yet shady rock. Far above there was a small tree growing out from the side of the cliff. Gwoemul dropped the rabbit before him and gave him a polite nod. "There is no need to repay me; your company is enough for your first visit."
She looked towards him with a curious look in her eyes. He was polite. Very different from the Alchemist Ikals that lived a distance away. She didn't like them very much. "I will go look for herbs to put on your wounds. It wouldn't be pleasent if they became infected." And so she left him behind as she went into another, smaller, cave. The sound of bone scratching against rock echoed outside as she shuffled makeshift jars around. Where were those herbs? She swore she had them only yesterday.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:16 pm
Mazouku bows his head back politely, then, once Gwoemul is out of sight and in one of the other caves, he wobbles over to the rock and finally allows himself to collapse in exhaustion. He didn't even really have the strength to eat anymore, but he did need food to help keep up his strength so that his body would heal. Rolling carefully enough so that he could put one injured paw on the rabbit to hold it still, he began to eat, tearing into it and gulping it down in chunks.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:16 am
"Hmm..." Gwoemul hummed as she looked through the clutter in the cave. "Ah!" There they were; she swore that she put them somewhere else before. Either way the herbs were in her possession and she walked out towards her guest with a small bowl of plants in her mouth.
Sitting a small distance away from Mazouku Gwoemul placed her bowl down and began ripping the herbs in order to turn them into a thick pulp. "I am glad to see you have such an appetite. How do you feel with a fuller stomach?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 10:11 pm
Mazouku looks up slowly, licking blood off his muzzle for a moment before answering. "I feel a bit better, although rather sleepy. I think I let my hunger get the best of me and ate a bit too fast." He sounds rather sheepish at that, as if embarrassed to allow himself to show even further weakness to Gwoemul. "Luck has not been on my side up until today. I wasn't sure if you needed the bones for anything, but I made sure to leave them as whole as I could."
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:53 pm
Why what a surprise; not many Ikals would leave the marrow untouched. Most would break the bone for the treat that soaks itself in the thickest of bones. "Thank you kindly; I'll be sure to use them." she replied back to his comment with a content smile. He was so different from the Alchemist scum.
"Are you bleeding anywhere? This medicine should help, I can spread it into your cuts to stop infection and help your body heal." Gwoemul said with knowing concern. Infection can kill so quickly without treatment...
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:39 am
Mazouku gives a small nod to acknowledge he'd heard her thank him, then tilts his head as best as he can, pointing to what appeared to be a series of cuts on his back and flank. "I have those, but they stopped bleeding awhile ago..."
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