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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2017 8:42 pm
Fluffesu hope this works for an intro!  He was waist-deep in dark water, a hand pressed against the rock for balance.
It would have seemed a precarious situation for most, but Matchitemin knew this route well enough not to be particularly worried. He moved forward in near-absolute blackness, trusting only the bottoms of his feet to pick out a safe path. His clothes were soaked -- his leggings and trousers obviously submerged, the rest splashed over by the current that rushed through the underground tunnel.
This was his idea of a shortcut.
The surface route in these parts would take him though too many settlements -- not the worst of fates, and not one he always avoided with this sort of resolution, but bothersome enough to make the effort worthwhile. He simply wasn’t in the mood for staring and whispering today. He wanted to cross to the wildlands on the other side of this peopled patch, and this passage was the quickest way though. Anyway, it was almost over. One last twist of the corridor, and he could see a misty wash of daylight on the other side.
A few moments later he emerged from a deep crack in the rock, shaking off a spray of water and dragging his hands through sopping wet hair. The surface here was thankfully quiet and village-free… but not, apparently, entirely deserted. Matchitemin’s gaze quickly landed on the single scrawny-looking boy in the area. He observed the other Yaeli with mild interest, although he didn’t say anything by way of greeting and made no advance in his direction. The water dripped down from his clothes and skin to form a small puddle on the rock.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 7:46 am
More than once, Loqias found himself wandering around the farmland outskirts of the house he shared with his parents. They didn't have much land to call their own, but they were far enough from civilization that anything they could use, they would. Unfortunately, with thick forests surrounding them on all sides, not much was usable, and what wasn't usable was considered dangerous, uncharted territory. Neither of Loqias' parents dared venture too far off the beaten path.
But Loqi wasn't afraid. It was generally quiet amongst the trees, with only the sound of rustling leaves, chirping birds, and chittering insects to accompany him. He enjoyed the outdoors, with its strange combination of open-aired freedom and peculiar sense of solitude. There was nothing out here that bothered to hurt him. Or at least, nothing he'd ever encountered, anyway. And that made it more suitable for living than his own home. These lands had never been cruel to him, and he often considered making his way out into the forests permanently.
But he never did.
Despite the nagging want to abandon his current life, and the thought that Yael's jungles could do no worse to him than what had already been done, it wouldn't be enough to just leave and forget the people who despised him, regardless of how happy it'd make all of them. He wanted more than that. He didn't need to be better than them, he didn't need to destroy them, but he did want to be even, and he could not leave until he'd accomplished at least hat much.
It didn't stop him from wandering. The day was warm, the sun was out, and there wasn't much that could make the forest unwelcome. Except- When Loqi's gaze landed on the disheveled figure of another Yaeli, his body tensed immediately. He had few interactions with people who weren't related to him, and none that happened even this close to his own home. The other boy didn't move and didn't speak, but Loqias felt assaulted just the same. "This is my land," he informed the stranger in a low growl. "Go away!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 11:06 am
The boy's face twisted into a scowl. "This is my land."
Matchitemin laughed. He didn't laugh much, so the sound was a strange one, a sudden exhalation of air through hoarse and disused vocal cords. His land? The fact that someone could claim to own a spot of obvious wilderness was ludicrous on it's own, but on top of that, the current claimant was a skinny kid who hardly looked like he'd put up much of a fight for it.
So, just to spite the annoying wretch, Match took an easy few steps towards him. He stayed relaxed and rolled his shoulders, almost as if to show how little he cared. And that was the truth -- he didn't care much. He had no reason to be here, and would have already been on his way if the kid hadn't decided to growl at him. He had the whole rest of the jungle to be in, assuming the rest of it hadn't also been claimed by grumpy prentices.
He stopped a few steps short of the kid and spread his hands out in a clear 'what gives' gesture, quirking one lavender eyebrow.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 12:53 pm
People were unusual to him. Loqias had little knowledge to go off of when concerning how he ought to behave in front of others. Social norms and pleasantries were lost on him because he only had his parents, and they were unpleasant people to begin with. Never mind how to deal with strangers creeping up on him and strolling so comfortably through territory that he considered to be his. That was a rare and decidedly unwelcome occurrence.
Much like the sound of his laughter. It sent tendrils of something like wary, fearfulness skating down his spine. He didn't consider himself one to have reason to laugh usually, and when his father did it, it always felt as though it were in response to something detrimental to Loqi, himself.
He didn't appreciate being laughed at. It felt like a slight. "Shut up," Loqias hissed, the words leaving him on a quiet breath and his eyes narrowing as he said it. Maybe if nothing else had been done after that, he would've sought out a stick or stone, anything to make himself seem more persuasive. Instead, the other Yaeli moved closer, and Loqi found himself snarling quiet warnings as though he were a cornered animal.
He didn't consider himself to be a coward, but he didn't consider himself to be stupid either.
The other boy was taller and broader than him. Whether his presence was unwelcome or not, there really wasn't much Loqi could do about it if he wanted to remain uninjured. And he wasn't entirely sure yet if that should be the case. He took a hesitant half-step backwards at the approach.
"It's mine," he repeated tersely and gestured sharply back in the direction of his house. "Over there's my house, built on my land, and not no one's supposed to come over here."
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