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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2021 6:51 am
 (Lines by Scarlett Arbuckle, Colors by Elyessi)
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2021 12:10 pm
Name: Einsol
Race: Ice/Water Hybrid
Gender: Female
3 Base Traits: Passionate, Firm, Sunny
Personality: Einsol is a girl well-suited to living under the sun. Unless corralled by her master or family requests her aid, she will happily spend the entire day at a run. Sometimes, someone else might ask, and so long as it doesn't involve slowing down for long, she'll help with a beaming face. Loves her family (including their most familiar beasts) to distraction. She goes quiet when she's upset, and they've learned to watch her then. Early on, began to display a worrying sense of retribution at slights towards her family, sometimes even attempting violence. This hasn't been a trait she grew out of.
Description: She has her mother's dark tint, eyes and ears, but her father's complexion and hair. The latter she wears long, in two pigtails down her shoulders, the better to blow around in the sea breeze.
Clothing: Used to go around in a sleeveless shirt and trews, barefoot when she could manage it and sandaled when she couldn't. These days, mostly sandaled. Einsol tends to garb herself as humbly as she can get away with, however prettily her elder sister Kina urges her to dress. In recent years she's taken a liking to the liene, a deep-sleeved long tunic that she belts at the waist. She tends to tie the sleeves back if things get messy, and the shinrone she's been wearing of late helps there. Her preferred color remains bright yellow.
Accessories: Favors yellow hairclips and stones, keeps a collection of the palest quartz rocks she can find.
Familiar: A green-yellow Keldari that she's named Ray, for the sunshine he resembles. He often hangs about her arm, specially her sleeves for a nap.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2021 12:19 pm
History:
Born half a set of twins to the Beast-handlers, Kiyelt and Ninaeleth, she's grown up in a reasonably large family. Her twin, Ushiwa, and her elder siblings Thallassa, Honi, and Nykinae, along with all the beasts around, make for a crowded home, to her. As soon as she could crawl, they had to watch out for her, because Einsol wanted to be everywhere, do everything, no matter that a baby physically could not. That was everything else's problem, especially her family's. On occasion, they even found her in the pens with the beasts, giggling at one of the more mammalian creatures. Growing into her feet hasn't much changed this, saving that she's become more considerate of her household's time. Even if the house itself is just the place she sleeps, her siblings don't always see it that way, and she's discovered that making others smile feels right.
As she's grown, she found herself drawn to the healer's art, mending the hurts she finds in others. Despite, or perhaps because of this, those feral streaks she carries bob to the surface ev'ry now and again. Age hasn't much changed Einsol, just refined her.
What might have to some degree was caring for the hurts in her own family, the physical and the spiritual. She saved Sae, her new sister-by-blood, from the dreadful event, and kept something of her brother thereby. With her niece's kidnapping and absence, however, there's been a wound in her twin's soul she's unable to do more than poultice. The gnawing of it sparked a burning in her own that's only recently found outlet in magic. Her elder sibling Thalassa bringing home three cubs and another new sister helped ease that some more. She's played responsible 'til now mostly so that others don't fall apart, and that the cubs might grow up safe. But woe to them that come to her home, her den for ill. Them that do can break, and they'll burn...
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2021 12:25 pm
Relationships:
Parents: Kiyelt, Beast Tamer, makes friends with fun animals and has a delightfully fuzzy chin!
Ninaeleth: Beast Charmer, talks to the animals her Da brings home, fixes 'em when they get hurt. Great inspiration to a happy little girl.
Thallassa: Biggest brother, in the running for best brother. Almost as enthusiastic about running around as she is!
Honi: Shares many of her opinions, agreeing that life is about having fun. Didn't have too much luck convincing Einsol of the difference between dirt and clay for a while, and may or may not have a wince when her younger sister tried to shape a pot out of plain dirt.
Nykinae: Too fussy, but still warm. Needs hugs more often than everyone else, because she gets upset too easy. This does not always help matters, given their stark differences of opinion on dirt. Especially when she's sweaty from stick-poking practice.
Ushiwa: The best brother by default. What else is there to say on the matter?
Saeruin: New sister, makes pretty metal stuff an' makes Ushi smile a lot. Nothin' to dislike there.
Kynin: Little brother. Sweetie, despite all the biting. Picked up some peculiar ideas about how things work somewhere, but he's not so big she can't sit on him if he goes too far.
Teth: Calmer than his twin, good taste in friends. Again, her little brother, so a sweetie. Mutual love of sneks.
Nieces/Nephews: Far too cute for their own good. More often too much fun for anyone's.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2021 12:38 pm
Roleplay Log5 pts Goin' Fishing! (Einsol, Thallassa, Ushiwa.) 5 pts Dress for the occasion! (Einsol, Nykinae) 5 pts Snik Snek Snorum (Einsol, Kiyelt) ------------------------------------------------------- 'Prentice. ------------------------------------------------------- 5 pts Blood of my blood. (Saeruin/Ushiwa/Einsol) Solo, Rescue 5 pts Fish and Folly.(Honi/Einsol) 5 pts YOU DID WHAT?(Einsol/Ninaeleth/Thallassa) Solo, Recovery Solo, Kindling Class solo. (Current Solo word count, 3594) ----------‐-------- 5 pts Velvet Rain (Variel, Viltre, Einsol, Ushiwa) 5 pts Velvet Green (Einsol, Variel, Viltre) 5 pts Ova Excludi (Einsol, Variel, Viltre) 5 pts Ill Litany. (Einsol, Variel, Viltre) Target Inbound (Alizeh, Einsol, Elaxi, Saeruin, Ushiwa, Variel, Viltre)
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2021 12:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 8:18 pm
Rescue
Einsol was not, by nature nor nurture, a particularly violent girl. The keldari often in her sleeve would have long gone for other parts of she was. She treated her Papa's beast friends with care, had a kind word for nearly everyone in town, and had no hesitation whatsoever to pick someone up, dust them off or listen to their troubles. Even still, her sense for personal boundaries was sharp as any instinct, as it had to be when you grew up around wild creatures. If she picked up signals to back off, she could hang back and wait with the best of the tamers. People might have objected to being treated the same as beasts, but as the sunny child seemed kind to everyone, no one raised a fuss.
Children, of any age, can be terribly cruel. Einsol did her best not to be. Her parents had taught her, when she learned how hunting was done, to make the kill as quick and clean as possible. They'd taught her to respect the beast, even as its death was necessary. Even fish had spirits, they said. Her first kill, feeding her slithery friend aside, was hitting a fish's head with a rock. The villagers sometimes got into fights, and that was a friendly fight, her mama had said. If nobody had a tool or a weapon, usually you could patch 'em up later. You weren't supposed to kill other people. No matter how much you wanted to put a sharp stick in someone's belly after they talked bad about your 'Kina. There may have been a separate talk about that. Einsol had listened, 'cos mama knew a lot more than she did.
Some dismissed her for an empty-headed sunchild, for all of that. Normally, she paid them that said so, in turn, as little mind as they paid her. Today was a bit different. She'd been going around the tidepools, finding tasty morsels for her snek, Ray, when she noticed a few older boys, all clustered around one pool in particular. It was low tide, so this one was cut off from the others. Basket on one hip, she paused, and meandered over to see what they were up to. Each had a small spear, and they would jab at something in the pool every so often. Too often. "What'cha up to?" Two turned back to face her, which gave bright yellow eyes and eyeful fit to strip the twinkle from them. They'd found an adolescent bushi in the pool, and made a game of pricking its limbs whenever it tried crawling out to get away. With the four of them surrounding the poor beast had little chance to get away. The water was turning pink with all the tiny wounds leaking. At the moment it had turtled up to hope they gave up. "I can't be havin' with this."
The yellow liene's sleeves weee tied back around her shoulders already, so she didn't need to pause for those. She marched right up to their 'leader', a tall boy named Enven, and shoved him away from the pool, to not much effect. He was a head taller, and only stumbled a step. "Stop it! I won't be havin' with this!" He had the audacity to grin right back in defiance. "It's the sunsick fool? Really? Run along, our hunt's none of your business." Emboldened by the blood on it, he pointed his harpoon to the smaller girl, and motioned his friend to do the same. She stared, expressionless but for a firm set to her jaw. Like a sensible girl, she turned and walked away. A coarse laugh rolled from Enven, he and his turning back to their game. She'd been cowed, knew her place. Her prompt return with a heavy stick, therefore, came as something of a surprise. As did the blow she struck at the elder boy's knee, which bent unnaturally with a loud crunch. She drew back and smashed down on his spearhand as he went down, making a similar noise to the knee. The closest boy came forward to stop her, but forgot to let go his spear. He soon realized his mistake when he crashed to the stone with his own maimed knee. It would've been one thing if she'd roared, or sceamed at them, or something. Not so with Einsol. She treated it like any stubborn task, calm and deliberate. Like they weren't people. Like they were just chores. The oldest boy was screaming his head off by contrast, and no one there could blame him.
The other two took a good look at the situation, dropped their harpoons and legged it. Einsol ignored them and her victims both, strolling around to the opposite edge of the pool and crouched down to watch the bushi. As an interim activity, she dropped a couple small pool-beetles into it, both dead. The poor reptile would be hungry soon, after all that. The screams drew inquisitive grownups just like they were supposed to. They had questions like 'what happened here?', 'did you do this?', and 'what on earth did this to this poor boy's leg?'. From her spot watching the bushi, she offered answers, unbothered by the boy's whimpers. "I broke his leg. An' his hand. Would'a hit 'im more, but his friend came at me with a harpoon."
"...Why?! The other two said you came at them unprovoked, from behind? Haven't you heard of a fair fight?"
"What's fair about fightin'? Lots of them, one of me, an' they were bein' mean to this lil' guy, callin' it a hunt. Can you go get my papa, Kiyelt? He's better at helpin' scared beasts than me." They knew the name, and one was dispatched to bring the one responsible for this feral child.
When her papa was fetched, she looked up with hope and hugged him when he came to her. "Can we help the bushi, Papa? It's stung all over its flippers, an' he only ate one of the beetles!"
"Yes, we can, kiddo. But can you tell me why it was necessary to hit those boys with that stick?"
Confusion entered the sunny face. "They were hurtin' it an' wouldn't make a clean end. There was four of 'em with spikes, an' they already told me to go away when I said stop. So I hit 'em when they weren't lookin' an' made 'em stop." Her father hugged her close, and looked over the scene. This was going to be a mess…
(Count: 1089 words.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2022 1:38 pm
Recovery.
Bushi, being amphibious, spent a great deal of their youth in the water. This made Matori a perfect environment for their species, with tidal and precipitation pools forming year by year and tide by tide. Early on, their shells were soft, lacking the crystallization and hardening that age brought. Even so, the dome could resist most claws or fangs by shape and backed smoothness. Or even harpoons, lightly poked as they had been. Most of those had not more than scratched the shell, aiming instead to p***k the limbs. Hemmed in the pool and ring of tormentors, it couldn't scramble to another pool nor swim away.
His situation, at least, he found much improved. He could climb out of the pool and around a bit of land, which had a pile of tasty reeds. Young he was, and much less frightened. His fins were poulticed and wrapped, and he often sat in a salt pool beside the healer's home. Earthlings still made him nervous, but some brought food instead of pain. He didn't assume which was which, though, even if he'd seen them before. Bushi were slow to forget, and the ones that had taken him had made his fins itch and taste bad. That it was helping his recovery was lost on the amphibian creature. Especially since there were sticks in the way of his escape! And hands now that he couldn't n** at!
She probably wasn't supposed to be out and about, not on her broken foot, but being cooped up in the house was so boriiiing. Not being entirely foolish, she'd used her crutches to get out here and not disturbed the cast much. Besides, she had to check in on the bushi. She'd saved him, so she was responsible for the little guy. Had they just killed it and had done, Einsol would have left it at that. Living things died. It was just how things worked. You grew up on a ranch, you learned that. Instead, they'd been cruel and claimed it a hunt. At least one would walk with a limp the rest of his life, her teacher said. The 'prentice had been upset about that. She'd aimed to cripple both. Oh well. She could always ask her big sister an’ her brothers for tips. They both used similar weapons to her favored objects; part of the draw was that you had options. You could spit someone on the pointy bit, or bonk ‘em with a heavy bit. And that was only the start of a stick’s potential, violence being so much lesser a use!
The healer Feass had only recently taken Kiyelt's girl under her wing, and already had second thoughts. Her obsession with drywood was only one of many oddities she’d brought to the table. Too late to send her away now, though; not when she knew enough to get someone else into trouble. Most recently, she had her sunny 'prentice boiling linens, making sure the sheets were clean for whatever fool dragged themselves in next. Or whatever poor b*****d had to be dragged themselves. So far, Einsol had been doing the menial chores, busywork and details that let the practice run smoothly. Between those, other basics hammered themselves into her skull. How to staunch bleeding, clean wounds, force a heart to keep beating, the correct poultices or ointments for specific injuries. Not quite the healer's art, but how to keep the wounded alive until the healer could see to them. A medic’s work, as Ushiwa had called it, off adventuring with the local army. Or militia. She knew it was muscular, sometimes violent work, but the differences between the two organizational structures often went clean over her head. Ushi had told her enough that it didn't seem an attractive option. No, she was doing just fine here at home, learning to mend what was damaged in a body. It wasn’t as fun as a good hard run, but that was to be expected. Little was. The sheer lack of anything to do, however, was driving an energetic teenager up the walls.
One trick she’d amused herself with had been teaching Ray, the yellow keldari, to wrap around a limb and squeeze. She made sure to consult her parents and set a specific signal for him to do so, and another to stop. Perhaps he would never be a living tourniquet. That was okay. His were odd hunters anyway, preferring the venom of their hollow fangs to constriction. But he could tie down loose bits on the limb, keep something wrapped up or held to a wound while she worked. A sweet-tempered snek, Einsol’s Ray didn’t mind, especially when she plied this routine with treats. He’d stick a curious snoot out from the deeps of her sleeve, tasting the steam rising from her linen pot. For this, he got no boop, but a couple fingers scritching behind his eye ridges. It was near to molting season, and all the scratches his earthlings could spare helped. So it was that she often worked to quiet purring.
Just now, of course, there were no linens, no boiling water, and the bright danger noodle was coiled up atop the arm, well away from her patient’s poisonous mouth. Salt-toughened hands held the creature still while the medicine took. He had to stay out of the water for a bit, and so she'd sat down just behind the Bushi and taken hold just before his back flippers. Even his flexible neck couldn't quite get a snip in at her fingers as they were. To help keep the poor creature calmer, she'd been muttering nonsense in a soothing tone. Whatever popped into her head. He was coming along nicely, and that was cause enough to smile. Now the only thing to hope for was nobody catching her out here on the grounds before she could hobble back to her bed.
(Word count 985.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2022 9:06 pm
Kindling
Einsol's healing, overall, was proceeding excellently. With enough rest, she was recovering, day by day, week by week, all for the low cost of being unable to move anywhere at any respectable speed. She had the love and comfort of her parents, her siblings, her familiar, and even a new sibling and new nephews to occupy herself. Should it get too much, she could hobble over to the study and always pick up a book. Or, as she did now, making her slow way over to the little pool in which she'd penned the rescued bushi. The amphibian had grown accustomed to her by now, and stuck its head out over the fencing at her approach. Of course, it expected food, and she did not disappoint. Today, she bore a secured basket on the crook of her free arm. Soon enough she'd sat down beside the fence, excavating the reed basket's reddish contents. Tasty red seaweed, full of edible goodness. She'd been working on the young beast steadily, so that he was even eating from her hand. Carefully, mind. She lost no fingers from his beak, nor let herself be bitten and envenomed. Lamed or hale, Ninaeleth's daughter was no fool. As the creature munched away, she looked up to watch the clouds laze along, making patterns in the sunshine. She'd kept Ray in the sleeve away from him, of course. Her keldari was about the right size to get hurt, if her patient decided to try eating her deep yellow sleeve instead. She'd have to kill him if he hurt her snek-friend, after all, and it would still be her own fault. But no. No running, no blood in her ears or on her stick, no hunt here. It was peaceful, soft and relaxing.
Naturally, the young healer hated it. Not her family, new or old; her kin had always been at the center of her world, and Terrwyn had only added to that with her litter of cubs. Not the ranch itself. This was her home, her pack's den and territory. Certainly not tending what she could of their stables. She'd been doing that since she could first walk, and the beasts within might as well be as good friends as her earthling ones. No, what gnawed at Kiyelt's patient daughter was her inability to help in the hunt. Her brother's cub had been stolen and his mate wounded. That Terrwyn and her own brood had been stolen factored in a different way. That was just an errand to be done later, a marriage to annul. They'd the lot of them been stolen from a brute of a man, and it was her brother doing the thieving. Therefore, that was all right. Just stood to reason. But this? The wild girl didn't go in for vengeance, Vengeance had always seemed to be a waste of everyone's time, but there was a deep need to see things set right. And without that cub, everything was off-kilter, just that little bit unbalanced. Kechiri acted out more to compensate the lack of her sister, Sae still screamed in the early hours before dawn. Her best brother went without sleep in his hunt, and it wore on him. All of these a wrongness, all of it compounding, and she could do nothing to help where it was needed.
Her salt-scarred hands stroked leathery hide above the eyeridges. She'd fed him all he would need for now, and flopped down onto her back to watch the weather. A bump against her knuckles, insistent, and she rubbed harder. For once the smile he brought was thin, wan. She didn't throw the sun's own light back at it with her beaming. Still, it got her back on more productive processes. Brought her back to Tendaji. For one thing, she'd got this shelled boy used to earthlings. Ones that didn't want to stab him. For another, she'd helped seal up all those holes in Sae, so that when they tracked Elaxi, she still had a mother. Ein knew she was helping to hold the den down, help it to feel safe and homesome. But that feeling was stretched thin. Her long, long patience was wearing bare, she could all but see through it. The need to hunt, to reclaim what was hers, her pack, her territory, ate and ate away inside, until it was not teeth anymore but a terrible heat. And should she encounter her niece's thief or his pack on the trail? Him they caught would mark the trail. And then he would burn.
She paused in her thought. Something was off, there. Violence on its own did nothing to please her. It was a means only, and no end in itself. The pleasure of it was only certainty in knowing that end accomplished. When she killed in the hunt, it was quick, clean. Cruelty was the way of some creatures, perfectly natural, but it felt foul to do so herself. And yet… Somehow the notion of heat searing their bones seemed almost as fitting as the brutal simplicity of a length of wood. Something to discuss with Ushi and Sae when next they spoke. For now, the dark blue girl eased up, sturdy stick supporting the deficiency in her foot. A final pat for her guest and Einsol began to turn for home.
(Word count: 894)
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2022 12:01 am
Class solo.
There had been no question of what Einsol wanted to do with her life, where she wanted to go. Very nearly from the start, she had loved going everywhere and helping people, or beasts. Beasts less so, as they were more sensible than people. Seldom did she lack a direction, so sure was she of herself. So when this whole kidnapping business began, she didn't think it odd that her fury did not subside, only waited and gnawed. Or it should have gnawed. In the days following, while Ushi hunted all those little facts and Thal brought more joy home, it didn't go away. She didn't start snapping, but she'd got shorter, a bit sharper, and observed this with concern.
Usually when she was angry, she dealt with whatever had made her so and that was the end of it. Her little adventure with Honi had helped relieve some of it, and resulted in much more of a personal kind. Every time something went wrong, it fed that little flame burning in her gut. Like today. Her master, the local healer, had come by to check up on her yellow-clad 'prentice. As was her wont, she'd left the girl a book and a limb from the butcher's to practice her technique. Today, her hands shook, her finger fumbled thr stitches, and the cursed woman would not. Stop. Harping! It was as if Ein could do nothing right, and the endless natter filled her ears, filled her mind, and what that chatter fed in her heart came up, came up, hungry for more.
It was petty. Foolish, even. Only a missed stitch, a needle snapped on bone. But this one thing seemed to house all of her ire. The chair clattered to the floor behind her, the blue young woman on her feet and snarling. She raised her walking stick above her head to smash the idiot thing, which brought her full weight back to the bound and broken foot. Immediately her attention shifted to this new obstruction, and she roared down at the useless interfering limb. All the frustration of the past few weeks, all the heartache, all the pure searing fury came racing out. Came down upon it in a such a hot gale that she barely noticed the warmth that gathered in her lungs and out in a rush down her leg. Barely noticed the lighter arms around her, holding her tightly, until they were back to sitting again.
My face is wet. When did that happen? Why are we down here? I was just. Why is the sun so low? It's noon, it shouldn't be that dark. Slowly, she looked around. Looked up from her teacher's tear-stained chest, where her head had rested for… For how long? Her twin was in the room now, sitting on her bed. Just watching, waiting. Smiling. Smiling? Clarity did not come quick to the young healer, and she remembered too late that her foot was wounded when she tried to rise. Or should have been. The moment bare foot planted firmly on wooden floor, it took her yellow gaze away to stare in wonder at the extremity, as though it were new. Certainly felt fresh and new. There were marks from the teeth now, but those had to be years old, faded half away. "I was wondering when you'd light up that spark, girl." Ein blinked, looking back up to the matronly Matoran woman. "We'll have to pile some lessons on. Knew you'd pick up the knack for the Art sooner or later; I was starting to get worried. Now. Let's get you cleaned up, put on a pot of tea, and we'll really get started."
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