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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 5:10 pm
Legendary
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
It all started as rumors...strange traits that appeared after certain Earthlings and Alkdikes went on a sort of...spiritual journey. Some would disappear for days before returning with horns, or feathers down their arms, or claws in place of their hands. Others apparently would fall off a cliff only to fly their way to freedom, disappearing in the clouds and never seen again. Those were the stories that were hard to believe...but these days...more were seeing these traits first hand.
Forked tongues, fuzzy antennae, spikes across their skin.
Legendary people who were blessed by the gods themselves.
No one quite knows why individuals are blessed, or when they can expect it, or even what they might get in terms of this unique trait. But it's gotten regular enough that rumors and gossip is starting to spread around. Younglings are daydreaming of traits they might some day get - though not guaranteed. And some are fearing the implications of why they might get such a thing.
Uncertainty is a dangerous think - it can lead to excitement and anticipation, but it also can lead to unfound fears. Especially when the uncertainty is around something completely and utterly out of one's control.
[ Lately more and more Tendajians are being blessed with Legendary Traits. There still is no rhyme or reason around why one is selected, outside of them being older and experienced. In this prompt, explore how your character feels about Legendary traits. Maybe they cross paths with someone with such traits, or maybe they are listening to rumors. Or maybe they are hoping for what their future traits might be (right or wrong). Have fun exploring this concept in character solo or with friends. ]
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2022 2:23 pm
Siel 1
It was absolutely impossible not to be worried about his papa. Ever since Callum had come home from his week away the man had been holed up in his room, seemingly too 'ill' to mingle with the general populace. It wasn't the first time their family had chosen to bed down in a village or a city for an extended period of time, but it was the first time Siel hadn't been able to see him.
Injuries and illnesses were part of life so sometimes it happened with the traveling family, but what was happening behind that door?
Any food that was called to the room would be left at the door and Siel would watch from the room he shared with his brother to see who retrieved it. Every time it was their baba and every time he was given a look, one that Siel couldn't decipher, before the door was closed.
Finally, without much more than vague answers from Nim, Siel was over it. "I'm going in." He turned to Morain. "I'll break the door down if I have to."
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2022 2:30 pm
Callum 1Callum wasn't entirely sure what to make of all this. Shortly after his family came to Yael he'd seemingly disappeared. When he came to Callum couldn't remember anything about his trip, save for a few vague whispers, but when he came back to the inn he was surprised to find he'd been gone so long. A week had vanished in what felt like seconds for him and that...that was concerning... Especially given previous events in their family... And yet, despite all that, what unnerved him the most was what he was currently hiding beneath a well worn blanket. He couldn't hide forever but changing this much on a superstitious island seemed dangerous even to him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2022 6:30 pm
(1/7)
Morain was, similarly, worried about his papa. For all of his life their parents had been steady - a bit unique, eccentric, but steady. They traveled a lot, had no fancy house somewhere, and lived on the road like the old caravans of his father's homeland in Sauti. It was a ... charmed existence, if a bit exhausting.
But as a near adult, he'd heard a few things from his older siblings to know that their childhoods hadn't been so lucky. He didn't know what had happened, exactly, except that his fathers hated Oba, and treated Obans with a certain amount of caution.
Their fathers locking them away, being secretive, was... very unlike them, and so when it started he was at a loss. "What if they're..." Morain said to his brother, making a face and making a somewhat crude hand motion to illustrate his concerns.
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scarlett arbuckle Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2022 4:52 pm
(1/7 Nimueh)
Nimueh wasn't sure, exactly, what had happened with Callum. But, thank the goddess, he was a far cry from the fretful, anxious thing he'd been when he was younger. He was still that, a bundle of nerves and uncertainties from time to time, but he was more... patient. And understanding. His first instinct, when his husband disappeared, was of course worry, but thankfully not the hysteria it might have been even ten years ago.
Their family had a history of disappearing, and most times it wasn't... good. There were the fears his husband was dead in the forest, attacked by superstitious locals or extremists - it seemed the place, after all.
But he returned, a week later - changed - mysterious, private, and spooked. Nimueh couldn't blame him, exactly. Sighing, he set the newest offering of food and drink down at the table for his husband, settling his massive frame precariously on the edge of the small bed their rented home provided. "You'll have to take that blanket off eventually. Least of all so I can wash it." He said, simply, rapping his knuckles carefully against Callum's head, through the obstructing fabric.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 3:43 pm
Siel curled his lip and turned disgusted eyes toward his brother. As easy as it was to swap stories with his sibling the thought of his parents doing the same caused him to feel ill. "For two days? Come off it, Morain, they aren't that young." His voice was a hissed whisper, but...one with a bit of caution. What if they were? What if they'd gotten into some yaeli tinctures that could-?
Nope, nope, not thinking about it, no.
Gussying himself up, Siel moved out of their room toward his fathers. He hadn't been worried about that before, but...Well, if they yelled at him to go away then at least he wouldn't be worried anymore! Without much thought, the hybrid raised a hand and rapped his knuckles against the door softly.
Almost as if he were afraid of the results...
"Papa? Baba? You okay?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 3:48 pm
The only aspect of Callum that was visible from his cocoon was his face, a few wisps of hair and the hands that kept his blanket wrapped close. It was only when he was sure that Nimueh either had his eyes closed or his back turned that he lowered his defenses which felt arguably just as bad as the anxiety that caused him to retreat in the first place.
He'd been so lost in thought - mulling over what could have caused this, same as he had since coming back - that Callum hadn't noticed Nimueh sitting down until contact was initiated. The surprised was clear in his expression when he looked up before his features softened.
"I-"
Then the knocking and his heart ached. His husband wasn't the only one he'd pulled away from... "Let them in? I've...got something to show you."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 3:58 pm
(2/7) It... wasn't like MORAIN wanted that to be what it was either! But there couldn't possibly be anything that interesting to do in the room for so long! Baba came out, yes, but only to wash and to bring food back in for their father. So, to his brother's hissed reprimand, Morain bodily shrugged - though he did scramble to stand and pad after him when it became clear they were finally going to poke at them.
It was a risk - and, like Siel, he cringed back a bit when they knocked. "Just making sure you're alive, in there!" He called, as his own two cents. Then, he tilted his head to listen, frowning at the muffled noise of conversation (brief though it was) inside. "You hear that?" He asked his brother, pouting.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:04 pm
(2/7) Whatever was wrong with his husband, Nimueh was at least confident that he wasn't injured or hurt. Some part of him thought maybe he'd been beaten, and was hiding bruises or the like so that Nimueh wouldn't go feral on the locals. But he'd, thankfully, brushed that terror aside on the first day of seclusion when Callum was able to eat and move around without hisses of discomfort or flinches of pain when he was touched.
Nim tilted his head towards the door when their sons' voices broke through, but he didn't tear his attention from Callum, who looked... conflicted, but not resentful. ... And, thank the goddess, he actually AGREED to do something.
Nimueh sighed, smiling tiredly at his husband, but stood and leaned over the small space to open the door, ushering their boys inside. "Be nice, and sit down." He said to their boys, squishing his huge frame out of the way so the other three had more room.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:12 pm
This was one of those moments that Siel wished Lutana were here and not off studying or whatever she did in that tea shop. His sister would have had the right plan or something to get them in; even if it usually involved getting him into trouble. Honestly, she probably would have figured all of this out by now and held it over them...
"Yeah, yeah," he murmured, leaning his head toward the door. What were they saying in there? And -
When the door opened he was half crouched, his own growing hulk of a frame looking up to his baba. They were both dressed which was something he hadn't expected, and Papa was...a mound of blankets. Furrowing his brow in concern, Siel looked back briefly to Morain before entering the space and finding a spot for himself.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:20 pm
All at once Callum thought it might have been better to meet them in the common room instead. While the boys were nearly as large as his husband they still took up a fair bit of space and the smaller hybrid couldn't help scootching back against the headboard to give himself breathing room. Once everyone was seated, Callum found himself sighing and closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself.
Slowly, so as not to trip on his shroud, Callum made to stand. "I don't...really know how to explain this..." His lips pressed into a tight line before he reluctantly let the blanket fall. All at once the brilliant, blue feathers that had taken residence on his hips and shoulders came to light. At some point in his confinement while Nimueh slept he'd cut slits down a pair of his husbands trousers to accommodate them, then pinned the pants tighter at his waist.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:28 pm
(3/7) It was times like this that Morain was thankful that he wasn't as big as his brother. While he'd had quite the growth spurt himself, and was already taller by quite a bit than their dad - he had stopped growing, and stood at about ear-height to his brother. Still, with all four of them in the small room, it was... a bit awkward, to say the least. Morain cleared his throat, and awkwardly moved to sink into a seat, tucked into the corner by a small, round table that had become the receptacle for most of the emptied dishes from the last day since Nimueh had ventured out.
He stared, intently, at the shape of their dad, eyebrows sympathetically furrowed. And that expression was rather frozen on his face when the blanket finally dropped.
He... didn't really know what he was looking at. He blinked. Opened his mouth, to speak - then closed it, and instead made a startled noise, reaching out to poke his fingertip against his dad's shoulder, just a few inches off from a bright blue, slightly ruffled feather.
It... rang a weird bell, in his head - whispers and rumors he'd heard and discounted as typical Yaeli superstitions. But now, he turned his head to Siel, hoping his brother understood he was silently asking for confirmation, even if he had no pupils to make it clear who he was looking at. "Well I... uh. That's-- something."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:33 pm
(3/7) Nimueh, meanwhile, had stayed indoors alongside his husband, and hadn't had the chance to hear the wave of whispers that had consumed the town, quite timely as it was. So - when the blanket fell, Nim didn't know what it was he was looking at. His first assumption was that perhaps while visiting a... customer or paramour, his husband had been discovered by a spouse, done up in glue or tar and feathered or something equally ridiculous. But - if that was the case, he couldn't imagine why Callum would show it to their sons.
So he pushed that assumption away, and instead scooted forward, reaching to trace his fingers cautiously along the skin where shoulder met feather, hissing in a surprised breath. "You're not... in pain, are you?" He asked, as that was his first concern, always would be.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:48 pm
"Holy s-!"
Siel hadn't been seated for more than a few moments before he was stumbling to his feet. At the time of the reveal he'd been on the opposite side of the table from Morain, nervously flicking a spoon while he waited, and just as quickly knocked into the table. Thankfully while the near empty dishes clanked against one another none fell to the floor.
"They're real?" It wasn't uncommon for his papa to use feathers in his costumes, but these...he could see little bits of raised skin, like bumps where the feathers would have sprouted. You couldn't just fake that. He looked about, taking in the expressions of his baba and brother. Even if they lacked pupils he'd been around them long enough to know other signs and this...
Locking onto Morain, he furrowed his brow. "You don't think...?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:55 pm
Ah, well, he hadn't expected any less of a reaction.
Awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, Callum moved to cross his arms over his bare chest, felt his fingers brush against the feathers atop his hip and instinctively raised them higher. If he let them drop they touched, if he crossed them they touched; thus, the need for a blanket. It at least provided a barrier while he processed it all.
He flinched a little when Morain first touched his skin, shifting to the side on instinct, until Nimueh also came closer. It was inevitable and while Callum resigned himself to it this was clearly not the kind of physical examination the man was comfortable with.
"No, they don't hurt. At first they itched a little, but now I only really notice when wind hits them." Or when he moved, lowered his arms, shifted the blanket, slept....Even if it wasn't painful it was still awkward.
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