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 Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:46 pm
Travel to Secer, he said, it'll be easy, he said! Oh boy was his father wrong! Viveka held his hood over his eyes and trudged forward, cringing under the resistance of the winds around him. He'd been caught in a blizzard, a really bad one too! The weather had been absolutely beautiful up until he reached the half-way point between his home and his destination, and then BOOM, BLIZZARD! He clenched his teeth and shoved forward, only to be knocked sideways by a clump of snow blown towards him.
"Yaaaaa!" He screeched, curling up into a ball. He hated blizzards, he liked the snow, but he HATED BLIZZARDS! What was he going to do now? He couldn't go back, he'd get lost, or fall off a cliff like his mother had! His father would never forgive himself! All he could do was tuck himself into a tight ball and hope that the storm passed soon!
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:35 am
Ruelash loved blizzards. He loved snow, sure, but Blizzards- screaming, battering, blizzards- they were his favorite. They got his heart pounding, his blood flowing, his muscles tensing, his mind racing. They filled his soul with the wild fury of Berchi, a fury that he sometimes came close to matching, at least that was how he felt.
He tightened the protective cloth on his face and the hood on his head against the winds, grinning madly. Yes, yes, YES. Blow, winds, blow! Try to kill him! He was ready to test himself again.
He wanted to laugh at the storm and dance in it, but a scream behind the growing howl of the storm caught his ear, spoiling his mood.
Some idiot was caught out here? Huh. Dumbass. He wanted to ignore them. But wouldn't it be just his luck if some councilman's brat ended up trapped in a snowstorm and killed? Oh, then they would blame him for not helping. Hah. They'd be better off blaming Bergchi herself for sending the snowstorm, not that that would get anywhere.
But they really should blame the soft idiot for not knowing how to weather a blizzard. This was Zena. The strong should survive, but the weak and stupid and whiny remained because they were protected.
Ugh.
Well, he could at least investigate and laugh at their stupidity. Maybe help. Maybe.
He tromped through the snow, head down against the ferocious winds as it's icy fangs bit at him, trying to sink their chill into his skin through his layers. But he layered well.
Well, there was a quivering ball covered in snow. That was probably the whiner.
He gave it a relatively gentle kick with his foot.
"Geddup, ya wimp." he growled, annoyed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 4:41 pm
Viveka just about shrieked when Ruelash kicked him. He popped out of his little ball and wriggled backwards, teary amber eyes wide with fear. Who was that?! He couldn't see anything! Was he being attacked?! Why?! What did he do?! He whimpered and staggered to his feet, only to be knocked forward by a fierce burst of wind. Darn his weak, womanly stature! AUGH!
He crawled forward, though absolutely petrified, and smacked his face straight into Ruelash's foot. To this he let out another panicked scream and flailed, sending snow whirling all around him.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME I'M LOST AND I'M TERRIFIED!" He cried, pulling his cloak around his face.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 10:21 pm
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Bergchi's breath. Ruelash had seen pathetic before, but this was a whole new level of pathetic. It was so pathetic that it went past disgusting and into just plain embarrassing. He couldn't even get pissed off about the weak, fragile wiggling earthling. Heck, he couldn't figure out if they were a man or a woman at this point.
Ruelash's demeanor softened from hostile to simply disgusted- just in case they were actually a woman. With the layers some people wore in Zena, who could really tell.
He stared at Viveka for a moment a look of barely disguised apathy on his face- gods, this was too bad even for scorn.
"Get up" he growled, grabbing viveka by the cloak and hauling him up, before forcing the other Earthling to use his shoulder for support, "Come on"[/b[ he said, Hunkering down against the fierce icy winds and the added weight of the scrawny body. Spotting a familiar landmark, he headed towards a small cavern he knew- as good a place as any to weather out a storm.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 1:12 pm
Viveka squealed as he was hauled up from the ground and forced to walk forward. Was this guy insane?! It wasn't safe! They would fall! They would die! He tried his best to wriggle against both the wind and his kidnapper, as he had dubbed him, and fell to the side. He took a rather firm stance and inched backwards, allowing the wind to push him further and further away.
"I won't be going anywhere with someone as nasty as you!" He yelped. "I know when I'm not safe!" He turned to run, but fell flat on his face again. Now he was in more danger than he was to begin with!
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 7:28 am
What the hell? He was offering help and safety and this s**t-for-brains-probably-a-man was running away from him? Damn stupid whiners, didn't even know what was good for them. Nice of him to compliment Ruelash, though. Nasty? Well, he would have gone for ferocious, but he did try.
"Whats that? Ya wanna die out here? Fine." said Ruelash, shrugging against the wind, "Don't come with me." he began to trudge off into the blasting snow grumbling.
Try to do a person a favor and they whine at you about being dangerous. Typical. ********' typical of whiny cloistered blueskins.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 5:57 pm
Viveka, his face covered with snow, was no faced with a terrible decision. Sit out here in the blizzard where he would eventually die from the cold, or follow a rude stranger to safety... He sat up, struggled to stand, and lunged to grab onto Ruelash's cloak.
"Please don't leave me out here, I'm sorry if I insulted you!" He cried. "I... I'm just not strong when I'm out here! Please help me!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 8:17 pm
Ruelash grunted. Chi's breath. This guy was just pathetic. How did someone so pathetic even live?
But he did slow down so his hanger on could keep up. "Headed to a cave" he said gruffly. He had to keep moving. That was very important. Whether he had someone with him or not. You stop moving, you freeze. "Got wood there." He liked to keep places stocked. Chi favored the prepared, and if you weren't prepared you'd better be able to make up for it. Ruelash loved making up for it, but sometimes he liked a break. "Got some stores too." Yes, it was nice to have hidaways and safe houses, just for blizzards like this. Or for days when people just got to be too annoying and he had to be off in the wild for a while. It was nice to have shelter and food to set him up. He rolled her eyes. He didn't normally have guests. ********' hated guests. But it wasn't as if the weak little morsel would be staying long. And much as Ruelash instinctively loathed this ice man for existing, it felt off to just leave him there. Even if that was what the stupid s**t deserved. It just felt wrong. Really wrong. Really strangely wrong.
If he really pisses me off, I can just stab him. he reassured himself.
Yeah.
That would work.
He found the cave- a dark lump under driving snow. It wasn't a big cave, as caves went, but it worked well enough. He moved towards it, a little faster now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 4:02 pm
A CAVE, A NICE SECLUDED CAAAVE. Viveka couldn't shake the image of himself being stabbed to death and served on a dinner plate as he rushed forward in order to keep up with Ruelash. Sure, it sounded like a death trap, but it was better than freezing to death! ... RIGHT? Natsu wouldn't want to find his frozen body, or his stabbed body, or his dead body in general! Maybe logic wouldn't win this battle...
"Thank you for waiting..." He muttered, still unsure if he could really trust this person. "I hope I haven't interrupted your day..."
That's right Veka, apologize, try to get on his good side! Maybe he wouldn't kill you within the first hour!
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 2:57 pm
Well at least he was apologizing. That was something. Ruelash was still annoyed, though.
Stabbing within the first hour was, for the moment, unlikely.
He scooped snow away from the opening of the cave.
"In here." he grunted, still trying to figure out whether his obnoxious guest was a man or a woman. It was more difficult than usual.
He went in first and set about getting the fire up.
The cave itself was snug, but was indeed stocked with a few things, just in case. Things like wood and a stick for poking their way out of the snow, and- of course- food and a pot to boil or melt water in.
"Make yerself comfortable" he said, almost sarcastically as tiny tongues of fire began to lap at the tinder. He poked a hole in the snow above to let the smoke out, "It's gonna be a while."
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 12:20 pm
Viveka curled up against the cave wall and covered his face with his hood. Well, he was stuck here for a good while, wasn't he? GREAT! He burrowed his face in his knees and shuffled closer to the fire. Must stay warm, must not fall asleep, must stay alive!
Every so often he would peer up to check where Ruelash was but kept quiet for the most part. However, Viveka couldn't stand silence for very long, especially if he felt he was in danger, and scrambled through his brain to find some "small talk."
"So... Are you from around here?" He asked. "I'm from Zidel..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 8:24 am
Snow kept things warm, which had always confused Ruelash. Jumping headfirst into snow cooled you down, but when snow covered openings, you got warm pretty nicely. He checked the fire periodically, keeping it going, and he kept an ear out to the storm.
Yup.
Still going.
So far things were going just fine. The wimp kept his mouth shut, and nothing tried to kill them. 'Lash was perfectly happy to keep it going just like that.
And then Viveka had to open his mouth.
"From Secer." he grunted, looking intently at Viveka. Zidel, huh. That was a city, where they walled themselves completely away from the honest tundra. The city.
The city of whiny wimps, where even the wind tribe was emasculated into whiners.
He looked at Viveka for a moment longer before huffing and looking back to the fire.
"'splains alot." he muttered, nudging the fire.
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