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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 2:01 pm
Neska was moping around. Why'd her new mommy have to go leave? And to fight the same that had killed her blood mommies! She had to just hope this one lived.. She'd survived the last battle... so maybe she'd come back? Her grandma was busy working on weaving a blanket, leaving Neska to her own devices.. which meant worrying and wandering around town hugging her plushie and looking adorably lost. She should go do something, she thought, maybe learn to cook? Maybe is she cooked something really tasty smelling.. Vollerei would come back sooner.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 12:16 pm
Yitzah hated being left out of anything, and war was no exception. Yitzah was young, not even a blade yet and not able to fight, but she wanted to be out there, killing obans with the rest of them.
But no, Dyakida and Kaalnia and the others had abandoned her, left her in the Isles while they went to war. Yitzah didn't think it was fair.
But that was just par for the course, wasn't it? Dyakida had abandoned her before, handing her a bow and telling her to become a blade. It had been months, and Yitzah neither believed it nor forgave it. Had she not been helpful? Could she not work crystal just as the blind artisan did? But no, she took her bow. She could hunt bug monsters with it.
But it wouldn't be the same, insisted Yitzah's immature and broken heart, not without the artisan at her side. That wasn't changing anytime soon, so Yitzah sought other ways to make up for it. With the return of her voice came the return of her old habits, and she was soon a menace to the other girls on the isle. Few wanted to play with her, which, Yitzah insisted, was just fine because she liked to be alone.
She didn't.
The girl was holding a stuffed animal and walking around the village, an action which intrigued the bored Yitzah. She approached, her practice bow and quiver of dulled arrows at her back. ”Are you having an adventure?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 2:45 pm
Sulking as she was, Neska was surprised when a girl her age approached and spoke to her. She pulled the doll protectively up to her chest and looked down at the ground. "No.... not on an 'venture." She mumbled. She peeked up at the other before looking back at the ground. Why's she got a bow on her? She's just a kid like me, Neska wondered. Though she didn't ask; that would require more guts than she had to ask a stranger.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 9:19 pm
Yitzah stared at the girl. Not on an adventure? ”Then what are ya doin'?” she asked, perplexed, coming closer, ”Then why 're you out here with yer dolly wanderin' around?” she squinted, ”You sure you're not havin' an adventure?” she asked again, suspicious. What else could it be? You didn't walk around randomly without purpose – you just didn't. That was stupid. So, the girl must be doing something. Yitzah's interest was piqued – she would find out what.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 4:10 pm
"Just wandering round." Neska said as she hunched her shoulders. Why was this sister pestering her on this topic? Would she be looking upset if she was on an adventure? No! She peeked about; the adults were just ignoring them like they always did. What did little children's actions matter if they weren't misbehaving? "What're you doing?" Other than pestering me and interrupting my sulking. Neska just wanted to mope and sulk.. maybe it'd make Volle come back faster.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 9:17 pm
Yitzah was incredulous – it wasn't possible to just be 'wandering around'. You had to have a purpose. So what the heck was this girl doing? Yitzah wanted to find out.
”I'm hunting!” said Yitzah, brandishing her bow, ”I'm hunting monsters.” she clarified in a lower voice: she didn't want the adults to hear.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 7:46 am
Neska looked at the other girl and frowned, shyness momentarily forgotten. "Monsters? There's no monsters here." The sisters kept them safe! Maybe she's playing make believe? Playing would be nice.. but Neska preferred quieter games than hunting ones! Maybe she could convince the other one to play house? Or with dolls.. since she had plenty she didn't mind sharing if she could make a friend!
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 1:38 pm
”Of course there's monsters here.” said Yitzah haughtily. She hesitated, ”Well, not here, here. But that's why I'm hunting them!” she clarified self-importantly, ”They wont mess with me!” she said, hands on hips, ”So if they hide here, I'm gonna shoot 'em...” she nocked her bow and shot the dull practice arrow into the side of the house. ”Like this!”
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 10:09 am
Neska looked at the girl and shook her head. "You shouldn't fire bows in town, you might hit someone." She informed the other girl snootily; this one is a wild child I bet. Doubt she'd play dolls with me.... "You should leave fighting to the grownups. You're too small to fight." Neska knew that their society was based on fighting. but she really didn't want to fight. Fighting took her first mothers away and she was not looking forward to starting her training in a few years at all!
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 10:49 am
”No I wont.” said Yitzah, offended, ”I've got good aim!” she gesticulated with her bow, ”I won't hit no-one...” Initially friendly, or at least not hostile to the little sister, her eyes narrowed as the brat made her proclamation. ”Too small?!” she repeated, indignantly, ”Too small?” she said again, a little louder this time, ”I'm not too small to fight!” she snarled.
She moved suddenly, wresting the doll from the girls hands. ”I'll show you, you little wiggler!” she said angrily... and then she threw the doll into the air and, with a fluid movement, noched an arrow, drew the bow, and shot... hitting the doll square in it's boxy, stuffed chest. It thudded to the ground and Yitzah looked at the little girl, smug.
”See?” she said, smirking, ”I've got great aim!”
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:47 pm
Neska watched in horror as the wild child grabbed her doll and shot it. Her eyes got huge and teared up, lower lip trembling for a second before she ran over with a shrill scream to her skewered doll. She picked her doll up and started to cry and wail. "Wahhhhh! Meanie hurt my Mimi! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She turned around, one hand still holding her doll, to flail ineptly at the mean one. "You bully! Why'd you go and hurt my Mimi?!" This is why kids shouldn't have weapons! They were too quick to use them!
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 10:54 am
Yitzah took a moment to admire her shot. Honestly, it was probably a once-off lucky shot, but it had been awesome.
However if she had been hoping to quiet the wimpy girl, she had failed. ”Oh shut up.” she snapped at the girl, ”It's just a stupid doll.” she shook her head at Neska's antics. Really. Getting this upset over a doll. It wasn't even alive, she could just pull out the arrow if she wanted. But no, she was waving it around and...
Hit her?!
”Hey!” exclaimed Yi, moving her arms to protect herself, ”I was just... hey!” she fended off the girl's movements. ”It's just a stupid doll!” she said again, shoving at Neska.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:22 pm
DraconicFeline neska is such a wimp... gods.... so different from Volle! XD The mothers that had died.... And weren't going to be able to give her a new one... She kept her her loud wailing and flailing with one hand until she was pushed to the ground. Then she started really howling, tears falling like waterfalls as she cradled her dead doll for a bit before one of her hands reached out to grab at the dirt and pebbles around her and began throwing them at the mean one. "You bully! Murder!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:27 pm
Her mother's made it for her? So what? They could make another and it wasn't as though it was ripped or anything. Just... stuck. Yitzah didn't know why the girl was making a huge fuss about it.
And then then the dirt hit her, and Yitzah decided that she would give the little runt reason to make her fuss. ”Murderer?!” she kicked dirt at the girl, ”It's not even alive! Its a doll! A stupid doll!” she began to stalk towards her, her hands balled into fists. She dropped her bow, glaring at the girl.
”Have them make you a new one, stupid as the first.” she snarled, kicking more dirt at her. Yeah! See how the little pissy weakling liked that!
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:54 pm
Neska kicked hte ground and flailed her unencumbered arm; "Momma's dead! They can't make me new one! Idiot!" She wailed as she threw more dirt at the girl kicking dirt back at her. This meanie was soooo stupid! How could mommas make her dolly again when they were gone! Gone and gone and gone! Just like new momma was! "Isna stupid dolly." She sobbed. "Is'special dolly...." All her wailing made her hiccup and she rubbed her reddened eyes with a hand as she tried to stop the hiccups.
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