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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
51
Total: 51 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:47 am
NaitaTaming Records:Assists:
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Leklan: 2
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Attempting:Relevant Bonuses:Base: 70-100 Khehora -5 + 20 Familiarity Leklan: +10 to 1 and 2 -40 to 3 + 5 help Capture, Taming: 40-100 Training: 90-100
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 8:48 am
Zamanavyi “Red”Unchosen Dovaa Apprentice
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 9:58 am
“Cid!” called Naita, as she ran down the path, following the scent of fear and panic that was her leklan. She staggered and limped from her injuries, crying out in pain and fear. The pain mattered far less than the fear.
Cid was her friend, her ally, her companion. She needed him – he was all she had. Stupid though it was, bizzare as it was, the thought of losing the leklan made her want to howl... so howl she did as she galloped forward, her tendons and torn muscles howling along with her. She was riding a wave of adrenaline and pain, the whites of her eyes visible around the frantic fuchsia of her iris.
She had to find him.
Red watched her go, scratching her bloodied head – not her blood – in confused amusement. “Where's she goin?” asked the young dovaa, turning towards her hybrid companion.
Rangion was gathering orbs from the slain dragons, putting them carefully away in his pack. He looked up, after Naita, and – after some thought – shrugged. “No idea. After this pet of hers, I guess.”
Red thought for a moment. “I'm gonna go after her.” she said, a request for permission in typical brash red style, “I kinda want to see what's so special about this 'Cid'.”
“Go ahead.” said Rangion, “You'll do it anyway.” And he knew she would: that Red was asking at all, in any way, was odd. Refreshing, but odd. Rangion felt honored. “So, get before you talk my ear off about it.” he said, making a shoo-ing motion as he stooped to pick up another orb, “Get.”
“Yeah!” said Red, grinning, “I'm gettin'!” And she got.
Red, uninjured, moved through the forest with ease. If she pretended that the trees were rock spires and the ground was stone, she could pretend she was back home and not in this strange, alien land. She did not like trees: Trees were stuck up and were strange and eerie in their living splendor. Give her good, hard stone anyday.
It was not hard to track Naita through the woods – Naita was bleeding, and the blood trail she left stood out stark and red amid the gold of the leaves and the dark brown of the bark. Naita's trail was also heated, a warm patch within the cool autumn.
Red was fast on her feet and soon caught up to the big blue khehora, who rested, leaning against a trunk.
“He's all right...” said Naita, her voice relieved and husky, as she looked exhaustedly, at red, “He's alive.”
Red looked at the Khehora, and then over to where she was looking. There, his coat stained dark with blood and mud, was the leklan, collapsed on his side and gasping.
Red went over to investigate, curiously poking the leklan's heaving side with a finger. Her finger sank into his thick wool. “Yup.” she said, looking at it's eyes, bright and panicked and shiny. The Leklan followed her movements as she prodded the creature inexpertly. “He's alive.”
Naita dragged herself over to the leklan, an action that took a lot of effort, more than her body really was ready to handle. Gasping, tired, she curled herself around the Leklan, snuggling into his wet, stinking fur.
“You're safe now, matey...” she said, “Ain't gonna let nobody hurt you, ya hear...?” her eyes lidded, and she purred. “Ya... hear...?”
She was quiet and Red gave the khehora an experimental and ill-advised poke. Nothing, though the khehora's side still rose and fell. “Huh.” she said, sitting nearby to look at the strange scene of predator and prey.
(609/600)
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DraconicFeline rolled 2 100-sided dice:
10, 44
Total: 54 (2-200)
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 9:59 am
Rangion had wanted to leave the two cuddling beasts there, and why not? There was no reason to help them any more than they already had, and the khehora was potentially dangerous besides.
But Red wanted to stay – it was too cute not to. Not that she admitted that the khehora cuddling the leklan was 'cute', oh no. Her excuse was that she was tired and that this was a good place to camp.
Of course, as he often did, Rangion understood the real reason behind her desire to stay, and he said nothing about it – only smiled softly to himself as he gave in to her desire and set up camp around the khehora and her leklan.
When Naita awakened, it was to the smell of burning wood and cooking meat – not a bad wake up, all told. It nearly made up for the aches and agonies of her injuries. Her head rose from it's pillow, sniffing at the air eagerly.
And then she remembered her pillow. She nudged Cid anxiously, relieved to see him still breathing... but... he looked so frail and weak and injured. “Hey...” she said, looking groggily at the magescians, “Can ye do anything for him?”
Rangion looked over at them, though he did not approach. “Probably.” he said, shrugging. He was cooking a skinned magbit over a fire, and it smelled delicous. Red's mouth was watering already, and it wasn't even close to edible yet. The pelt and other accoutrements were stored nearby, drying before they would be backed and brought as trade goods, perhaps even the goods that would buy them passage to Aisko.
“Well.” said Naita, huffing irritably and too tired to do much more, “Do something.”
“I dunno.” said Rangion, smirking, “What's in it for me, khehora? Gotta give me something in exchange.”
“Uh.” Naita thought for a moment, “I don' know. Not eating you... does that sound right?” she said, glowering. She had to have gotten hit in the head at some point because it didn't feel quite right, not that she remembered it.
“Mmm...” Rangion contemplated, “How about that and you catch us our next meal?” he said, finally, after some thought, “That would be suitable.”
“Deal.” Naita said, nudging the Leklan again, “Do something. I don' want him to die.”
“Deal.” said Rangion. Red watched as he took out one of the glittering green orbs and smashed it in his hand. Soft energy flowed over his body and the smell of growing things and spring was suddenly in the air, confusing in the autumn chill. He went over to the leklan and, his hands glowing with soft light, he touched Cid's fur.
The Leklan shuddered, but it's breathing eased as the wild Ysali magic tended to its wounds. Naita watched, her expression more like a mother brooding over a hatchling than a khehora with a prey animal. She cooed.
“Now for you.” said Rangion mildly, touching her side. She shuddered as her wounds closed, an odd, stretched feeling that, in the end, cooled like soothing balm.
Naita, without meaning to, began to purr as the magic went away, happy – oddly happy – for the first time in a long while.
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She hung around the magescians for a few days, catching a ghargon for them as was her due, and a hastar, and a few small things. She went above and beyond as her pet was nursed to health. Perhaps she did not fly away out of a desire to hang around them. Maybe it was merely whimsy that kept her claws from their throats. Either way, she stayed, and did far beyond her due...
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DraconicFeline rolled 2 100-sided dice:
60, 66
Total: 126 (2-200)
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 11:33 am
(Training)
Eventually, however, Naita tired of the magescians. Their company had been welcome, but it was time for her to be elsewhere. They had been travelling pretty consistently south, towards a port town, and they spoke of traveling to Aisko.
Aisko... a long way away and not somewhere the Firani wanted to go just yet. Too cold she thought. Maybe someday the tides of fade would bring her to Aisko, but for now... For now, the other lands were more her thing.
It as difficult to leave, however, because – tired as she was of their company – Naita was not eager to be alone again. At least she would have Cid for company, but he wasn't the same as living, breathing, thinking, tough creatures like the Hybrid and the young Dovaa. Cid was stupid, and she loved him for that, but they gave her something he couldn't: they talked back.
She found her opening just before they arrived at the port town, but only because it was handed to her.
“Hey. Khehora.” Rangion said flippantly, though his gaze was anything but as he scrutinized Naita, “Are you coming with us?” She had been helpful to them on their trip and had not eaten them, so Rangion took it as a hopeful sign that she might be a useful and trustworthy companion. Years of surviving in the wilds had given him a somewhat flexible definition of trustworthy, but there was no denying her usefulness. A khehora was a valuable ally, no matter what the clan, and Fire magic was always useful. The leklan was weird but hey, he was weird too. “We could find you a ticket, or pretend you're a bonded and get you on board, or something.”
Red watched as she sharpened her throwing handaxes, her main weapons aside from her ratty dagger. She wouldn't mind if the khehora wanted to stay, in fact, she would like it if she did. Rangion was interesting enough, but this khehora, with her odd accent and flippantly energetic way of doing things, was more interesting still. Red hoped that, at some point, she could get to spar with the creature or, better yet, ride on it. Ice she may be about to become, but who didn't want to ride a fire-breathing creature?
“Nah.” said Naita. The escape route was offered, and she was taking it. She was outright taking it. “It's about time I set off elsewhere.” she said, “Aisko in the winter's a bit cold for me tastes, so Cid and I... We'll leave tomorrow.”
“Fair enough.” said Rangion with a shrug, turning away to set a whetstone to his own blades. Naita almost wished he had asked her again to stay. Maybe she would have reconsidered. Maybe she would have gone with them anyway. It was nice to be with a group.
Neither Red, nor the hybrid, said anything more, though. And, so, Naita was left with her own thoughts as she settled in for the night. Her decision unquestioned, she left at dawn, winging it over the trees with her Leklan clasped in her claws, to horizons yet unknown.
Red was sad to see Naita go, though she wouldn't admit it out loud. But Rangion went on ahead, and by the time they entered the port waystation town, Red had already forgotten about Naita for the most part, her attention consumed with the steps ahead of her. Soon, she would board a ship for Aisko, and in the cold land she would find her future and her purpose. She would choose her clan. She would show her sister Hara that she was not a coward – she would show her once and for all. It would only be later that she would remember the Firani khehora, and later still that they would meet again...
But that is another story.
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