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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:08 am
 (Lines by kaname423, Color by Smerdle)|| Stat Page || Updated: Jan/24/18
Experience || 15
Inventory
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:01 am
Index
Progress
Rp Log
Inventory
The Chronicles
Photos
Reserved
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:03 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:05 am
Personality + History
Adventurous/Brave: LIkes to explore new areas, new people, places, animals ect. Willing to take big risks in the name of exploration and new things. She has a shortish attention span and is attracted to to shiny new things as well as bright colors. She likes the work of a scout, the first to go in, first to see all that there is to see.
Gentle/Sweet: Kind, thoughtful and gentle when it comes to other people in need. She is sympathetic and soothing and tries to comfort those in pain. Somewhat sensitive because of this. Feels hurt when her soothing doesn't help. She likes to find people who need her help in cities but does not like to sleep in them at night.
Curious/Mischevious: She likes to sneak into new plaves and take a look around. Being smallish and flexible helps her maneuver herself and fit into smaller spaces. She prefers that there be no one else around during these sojourns as she does not relish being caught by the people who live in these areas. She never steals, (as of yet), just gains information. She is not above pulling small pranks.
Born to Kelina and Sauron, sister to twin Kresmir, Sezarra was born during war time but is resiliant. She and her brother played in the forest actually doing safety drills devised by their mother. Met Nirhel in the forest, and Valdor as well.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:07 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:09 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:12 am
Photos
Youngling Art = Flan
Prentice Art = Flan
Tendaji concept= Kana and Satin Doilee
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 5:08 pm
Relationships
Kelina - Mama
Sauron - Papa
Kresimir - Brother
Nirhel - unexplained atm
Iroia - That crazy tattoed lady
Rulash - That guy with the crazy tattoed lady
Valdor the Janarim - adorable~
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 2:21 pm
Sezarra was stoked that she was finally old enough to travel on her own anywhere she wanted to go. All of Tendaji was an open book for her. Therefore her first task was to choose where to go, but even that seemed a bit restrictive to her much sheltered spirit. She was more than ready to blossom, to seize destiny by its extra long tail and tug hard. Thorvin seemed ready to accompany her and she imagined that after the stupidly long winter that the same obsessive sickly orange flame resided in him that she could feel burning in her own chest. Like a fevered ravening beast it clawed at her from the inside ready to consume everything in its wake. Ferocity thy name is...understimulation. No youngling should have to sit for so long, how did the ice cube people do it all winter anyway. Imagine living in a place where snow and ice regularly replaced the heady sweet scent of fresh earth and dashing color of flowers as commonplace, did they not see how boring that was.
A melancholy stoic march of greys, whites and bluish greys and whites echoed by sulky grey clouds which produced yet more white, winter sucked the green out of the trees and the alertness of the earth. Life was evidently still there as it doggedly returned every spring. She hoped the dratted snow hadn’t managed to kill a single one of Jauhars colorful organisms. She was sick, sick, sick of this mess, she dug in her father’s stuff and looked over his map, one would think she would have figured out where she wanted to go by now, with all that winter time waiting. She felt excitement poor like molten gold into her veins. Maps for all their lines could not tell her everything about a place, they were a two dimentional representation of a world which held three dimensions that she walked, talked and breathed in . All of Tendaji to explore and she couldn’t make up her darn mind. Well there was that one place that all in her family had seen but her, a battlefield. It would be fitting perhaps to start her journey there and pay repects to those who were injured or worse to protect their people. Both of her parents had been at risk at one point or another and both had ome home whole. Her father had even braved Oba to save a few shifters who were suspected slaves. Now why did they (Mom & Dad) get to have all the fun. It was Sezarra’s turn and she was going to wring it for all it was worth. There were just so many people she could go meet, and talk to, new views on the world to learn, and piles, upon piles of beasts to go and play with. She wanted a janarim so bad that it made her teeth hurt, then there was this rumor of a beautiful Matori creature with luxurious thick fur. The details on this beast were a bit shabby beyong that and its name; Zanteer. She was quite interested in figuring that out. Mysteries, she shivered happily, were well and truly delightful. But first, the battlefield. It had spared her family terrible inury and she felt it important to walk that earth. She tucked away her father’s map and made her way to Tale. When she arrived at the edge of the field she was shocked at its size. The earth was trying to heal from the great gash of exposed earth, the bright green shoots forged their way upward to wave happily in the sun. Tears glistened in Sezarra’s eyes at the carnage and the smell was still awful even though most of the mess had been removed by one side or the other. She touched some of the tunred earth, the soil grounded her, staving off a flash of nausea that had snuck up on her quite suddenly. She forced herself to walk the perimeter for a while before heading back home. That hadn’t been what she had expected. It was awful the aftermath, the land bearing the scars for much longer then the battle itself which must have been quite the concentrated act of violence itself to make such an all encompassing mess. She respected her parents a little more now. She hoped the memories fo that place would not give her nightmares. She shivered, made herself a strong cup of tea and settled down by the fire with a blanket in their newly built house. Sometimes she needed to remember the creature comforts that her family had worked hard to proved for them. She loved the new house, it was much larger then the old one, it didn’t have all the memories fo the old one but her father had said that they could make new ones here. She was sad that she had never met Aunt Lasarra, she would have loved to hear her ideas on janarim as Aunt Lasarra had been a beast charmer. But she didn’t know if anyone knew where Auntie had gone to. She had her suspicions that her mother didn’t think she would see her again and that made Seze sad, she had taken after her aunt enough to choose the same career, what else might they have in common? Oh well, she wondered what Kres was up to. She didn;t think her broher would be coming with her, she wasn’t sure what would be coming with her, she wasn’t sure what she thought about that yet. She would miss him. She figured that they would meet up on their travels and spill all the juicey details of their endeavors. It would be interesting to say the least, almost as if there were two of her roaming about. She smiled and crawled off to bed, the tea, fire and blanket having done their job. The next morning she woke to find a newly made map beside her bed, uncrinkled and unworn with a note on the back that said “Love Dad”. Sezarra grinned, thrilled to discover that their Dad supported her adventurous side.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 3:05 pm
Sezarra stretched her hand brushing the leaves of an unfamiliar plant, oh dear, she had done it again. It wasn’t recommended to sleep in Jauhar out in the open especially on the ground. Mother would lecture her for hours ugh. Industriously she brushed the dirt off of herself, Mom wouldn’t lecture if she didn’t figure it out now would she? It wasn’t her fault that knoll appeared at the perfect time last night with a giant plush carpet of moss, it had been too comfortable to pass up, simple as that. In any case, no harm had come to her, so there hadn’t been need to worry. Once she had herself righted and almost presentable she marched off in the direction of the Oban camp by Neued. She had plants to at least see what the Obans were up to, being naturally curious about these dark skinned invaders. These would be the first Obans she had seen after all. She had been hiding with her father while the war had been occurring, to her disappointment. Perhaps it was for the best though as she had gotten her radaku then. She wouldn’t trade that special bond for anything else.
Soon enough she reached the border of the camp and the forest. Hmm, this area was a rag tag, haphazard form of residency. No markets, how boring. Oh wait, there seemed to be some commotion over that way, well maybe if she went closer she could find out what it was. Industriously she ignored the glares and strange looks when she popped magically out of the forest. Let them think she was that stealthy, she was a shifter after all, born to these trees, unlike these odd peoples who were so desperate for land that they fought like wildcats. She met their eyes placidly showing that she was just interested not hostile. After all, everyone had come to a reasonable agreement in the end. It also helped that her family had come back whole, for which she was intensely grateful. Life would have less color without her wonderful brother and her mother was the best thing ever, loosing them would have destroyed her father and herself. She shook herself mentally, don’t think of such things, go investigate that sound.
Soon enough the source of the sound became apparent, a group of youngish Beast charmers had leads tied to a beautiful janarim, three on each side. She holwed a tugged, called and dug herself into the sand then lunded in carious directions only the leads controlling her. For Sezarra it was want at first sight. This fantastic creature was as caged as she had been and she too would do much for freedom. Sezarra walked over to the buff Oban overseeing the creature. “What is this one’s purpose?”
The man answered without even looking at his charge. “Eh ‘er, shes ‘ere for training. Not much touched on ‘er but she had all the spirit of the stars in them eyes.”
“Is she for sale?”
“Theys always for sale..” the man turned to see her entire coin purse held out.
She thought it was fortunate he saw the purse before her, because he too it then looked a bit taken aback at just who was making the offer.
“Now see ‘ere, I ca..”
Seze held her hands up, palm out. “The deal has been struck, have your men lay off her.”
Growling the Oban called to his men, they dropped the leafes and she rushed forward to collect one least her prize decide to defect. She nodded serenely to the Janarim master who had a humorously twitching eyebrow.
Well served the dumb man right, she hid her humor well and turned back to the forest, walking along until the end of the rope at which point she was rudely jerked to a stop, looking back into another unimpressed Oban face, that of the Janarim herself. Huh, like that was it? Well two could play this game. Sezarra walked slowly forward letting the line fall to the ground, she was in control, she kept eye contact with the beast. This was after all only a smaller, blue female version of Valdor. Except Valdor had been above her in the pecking order then and if she wanted to set this off right, she would be in charge of this pack. She kept walking forward keeping her steps even and medium in span.
Her chin stayed level with the ground, tilted up it was surrender, tilted down anticipated a fight. Sezarra was going for the dominant, secure look. She stared the other female down until the janarim blinked and looked away, Sezarra forced herself to remain in that dominant calm place. There would be time for that later, she stripped off the other ropes and hopped onto the broad blue back. Stupid yes, but she had run out of resourceful ideas.
Sensing freedom the blue janarim took off into the jungle, Seze rode and besides the brambles it was easier to stay on here then it was on a more agile radaku. She let the lady run until she stoped at a stream to feink, once the girl had finished Seze tugged on the rope. She got a growl, which she returned with a poke to the armored ribs.
She was not to be ingored, she was the dominant. She told her mount so, and thinking, she stopped using the rope and used pressure instead. The janarim leaned into it, not because she was trained but because she was rebellious. This was how Sezarra got her to walk in the proper direction. She was very grateful to Valdor for teaching her so much about his kind. Hopefully under all the grrr this girl was similar to him in temperament.
Arriving at home she kept firm hadn on the rope then doubled it and tied the janarim, which she named Reinriel, to a tree. The name meant new rain, which as all knew could be turbulent at ties just like said Janarim, Seze thought it suited her.
Seze proceeded to drag some of her bed clothes outside to a dry patch just ouf of reach of the janarim. Bonding meant spending alot of time with each other, the faster she wanted this to happen, the sooner she should start, hence the blankets. Thorvin came up and curled up beside her.
The next morning she fed the radaku and the janarim at the same time as well as herself. Hopefully this would also improve the bond she was trying to make among them.
Word Count: 1094
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 1:12 pm
By now Seze had spent enough time with the janarim that they could go out on a pleasurable ride. She had earned the name ghost among a few of the otjer shiftera for the way she couls appear and disapear in the forest so fast having two mounts to herself. She took turns riding both, the radaku was faster and the janarim more powerful. Rein seemed indestructible even though Sezarra knew she wasn't, her mind again turned to what to do next. She wanted to meet new people, which definitely meant leaving Ast. She would miss the family but she wanted to find herself. Whobwas she? What was she capable of? How could she find this out? Did she want to do it alone? She was a littleafraid now thatshe had so much opportunity. Maybe Ruelash or Iroia would ler jer tag along when they finally left. If she didnt like it she could always come home. She should show them her new janarim anyway, and Bar Amal too if she could find him again.
Seze rode into Ast to see an Oban yelling at a vendor. This didn’t ring right, Either this Oban was not all that smart or he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. This disrespect was not to be tolerated. This was not his town and he shaouldn’t be so aggressive, over what? Cloth? Yup, the prie of cloth, if this Oban wanted to live here he sure had a weird approach to it. Seze guided Rein into position right behind the Oban. The shifter vendor looked somewhat distressed but under the circumstances she looked none the worse for wear. “Excuse me sir, what seems to be the problem?” The Oban turned to her, irate tireade swift on his forked tongue, until he came face to face with her janarim who at the best of times was displeased with the proximity of male earthlings. As such Seze would forgive the somewhat toothy smile that Rein gave the offender.
“This woman is selling low quality cloth for ridiculously high rates!” he hissed back, not entirely quelled by the intimidating blue face. Sezarrra asked for and got the price from the shifter who was an acquaintance of herself and her family. “Actually that is about average for that cloth here. In Jauhar we do not have that much in the way of weavers, cloth comes more dear here due to its rarity. Our population is small, the reason its cheaper in neued is because you are that much closer to Oba.”
The Oban blinked at her grumbled under his breath and shuffled off, presumably heading back to Neued. “I hope he doesn’t plan to live here,” Sezarra said watching the ramrod straight back with its cluster of yellow crystals disappear off into the forest. “Agreed,” said the vendor,”Hes an odd one thats for sure, refused to even try to bargain, just started yelling at me about the prices on my tags.” The vendor girl looked a bit put out, she was an excellent bargainer and enjoyed the battle of minds as much as the money it earned her. “Its not very open minded of him is it? One would think that he would be a little more worried about ticking off an entire village, since we had a war with them not too long ago.”
“Yes well, not everyone has a very well developed sense of self preservation it seems.”
The girls giggled and chatted for a while, “He sounds like that old hermit who used to live in that big tree right on the edge of town, all snarky and twisty limbed, but this one is so young yet, I wonder why he is so bitter.”
“Surely not all Obans have sticks up their bums? Not all shifters do after all.”
“No we just had the pleasure of meeting one who did. Lucky us.”
Soon enough time had moved along until Rein, not getting to have a light Oban snack. “I’m afraid that I must go and feed my friend here.”
The vendor waved her off and they parted amicably. Sezarra was then free to do one of the most exhilarating things ever; hunting janarim back. Thorvin was faster and more maneuverable good for speedy prey but Reinriel could hunt much larger prey and was armored to boot which prevented her larger prey from doing too much damage to her own hide.
They came upon a small herd of forest type ungulates. They were small and maneuverable so Seze had to be very patient while Rein stalked them properly using trees and undergrowth as much as possible. Sezarra tried not to flinch everytime on of the janarims large front feet set down hoping that it was soft moss and not dry, snappy sticks which was destined to bear both her weight and Reins. A sudden noise would send the prey to scattering every which way. Then the hunt would be over and they would both go hungry. That did not sound very attractive to her.
Soon enough the tension was so great it made her eyes twitch, then she felt the huge muscles below her bunch becoming hard as sword steel. The thought was a bit attractive, Rein was after all just as deadly as a finely honed weapon. The janrim sprang forward nearly loosing her rider so strong was the surge forward. Seze bit her tongue to keep her started cry in until the chase was well underway. She would have to practice that more, now she was bleeding. She hoped her family did not notice then she would not have to explain how the first blood of the hunt happened to be hers.
The chase was successful and Sezarra helped to dispatch the beast. She let Rein eat the entrails which were her favorite part anyway and then packed in up beside her on the janarims back. “We will roast part of this when we get home okay? I’ll make some treated for you.” Seze made sure to praise the janarim well. She had done wonderfully and they had listened well to each other this day for the most part. Maybe being a Beast Charmer wouldn’t be as hard as she had thought after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:19 pm
Sezarra was in a fine temper, her younger idiot brother had gone and scribbled through all of her freshly drawn notes on the new snake creatures and thought it was funny! Just because one earned their trident did not make them high and mighty, lord and master over all things everywhere! To top it all off, she had to go and deal with an unknown creature, and she did NOT tame well in a foul temper, no one could be patient at all times. Then too it was hailing to beat thunder outside, not large hail but still an extremely unusual occurance in Jauhar. She should be sitting at her desk fighting to salvage what was left of her notes, and not even the lure of a completely unknown animal was enough to banish the foul temper that Vallen had left her with.
She packed all of the necessary items and set off toward the farm where the problems had been occurring. Apparently something large was eating crops at night time, it was hard to grow crops in Jauhar due to the heavy canopy above and it was a valuable commodity they were growing too as such it was an urgent matter to rectify the problem. So here she was in the hail...peeved.
She tried her best to give her professional face to the family who owned the farm, from their descriptions of the creature she was pretty sure she knew what the creature was. Her mood improved somewhat when the family fed her fresh soup and gave her a blanket and fine chat to wait for night time when the creature would appear. Dusk fell, and soon darkness engulfed the world. She slunk out the door into the night to face the unknown. Slipping and sliding in the mud she crept as quietly as she could as close to the edge of the field while still under cover as possible.
A moan sounded in the night and her hair stood on end. Where was it..she knew it was here...somewhere. Snuffling noises sounded and she held still, only when she heard digging sounds did she dare start to circle around the beast, keeping to the shadows and the branches as much as she could..at least until she tripped and loudly snapped a stick. She swallowed swear words and raced after the creature which had bolted in fear.
For being so big it was awfully skittish, she thought as she leaped and bounded after it doing her best to keep up with the stout body which basically bulldozed throught the bushed and avoided the large tree trunks. A switchback and luck was the only reason she caught up to the animal, which she found to be the limbara she had believed it to be. She vaulted onto its back and held on for dear life.
The beasts strength was incredible, it was near morning when it finally slowed down and her arms gave out on her. She fell face first in the mud. The limbara toddled off. Sezarra hoped that it had learned its lesson about eating from that farm. She had certainly learned hers. Never run off in a rage it will only get you sub par results. She should have waited until she could approach the creature properly, come back another night to try to tame the terrified thing better. She had felt the scars on its back, the creature had been beaten before. It hurt her to think of it.
Now the problem was finding home again. She had not taken any of her familiars with her, which had been the right thing to do, but now she was weak and without a ride. A stinging sensation brought her attention to her calf. Oh great she was bleeding. She must have scraped her leg falling off that beast. She dragged herself to a tree and forced herself up it as far as she could so she didn’t get eaten while she rested. Unfortunately she didn’t get very far up it but it would have to be enough, she was too weak to drag herself further. In the middle of the night she had a terrible dream about something watching her and in her fear she climbed higher. It had started to rain, not oddly at all, so now she was cold wet and lost.
When dawn rose, her body shivered in the pale morning wash of light. A familiar chuffing sound perked her out of her desultory sulk. Her familiars had found her! After she hadn’t come back her father must have released them to go look for her. Now she could ride back home to safety!
This night had taught her many things about herself and her planning capabilities. In the future she would be much more careful about going anywhere alone, especially to tame. That field as unfortunate as it was for the owners could have waited until she was more prepared and not in a bad, hasty mood, to be rid of its unwelcome dinner guest. She would go with a familiar or two next time to avoid being quite as lost or stuck in a tree all freaking night. Her brother was still in for a sisterly pummeling though as he justly deserved. In cases such as these patience and planning were key to safety and success and thus she would coordinate accordingly next time.
She climbed stiffly down from the tree and was promptly surrounded by her pack of three radaku and her janarim. She hugged them all for both comfort and warmth before climbing on whichever was closest for the long wet ride home. Bless her father for letting them come to her. He was a smart man and she should appreciate family more..cept Vallen for now he could rot in guilt. She snickered and her mount picked up the pace to home, hearth, food and safety. Soon enough home came into sight and Sezarra let loose a strained breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. The place had never looked so good then it did right now. A symbol of heat and love in a still somewhat unforgiving jungle.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 9:45 am
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 8:55 am
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