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it's nicer to roll bones than heads - Thalassa - 11-03-2024
The sun was rising as Thal made her way off The Marauder and onto the beech of the Hollowed Grounds. She still had some time before she was due to meet with the hunting group, so she settled for exploring the unique bridged area. Her hands roamed from her hips to her head, making sure each piece of clothing and weaponry was properly placed. Both daggers remained sheathed at her side. Her tight black leather hugged her figure beneath the black cloak. Everything seemed appropriate, but she hesitated when her fingers brushed the hood. Habit called her to lift it, covering the curving blue-black horns that emerged from her dark wavy locks of hair, yet a new feeling had been bubbling in her chest, an urge to be seen for what she was.
Leaving her face exposed, Thal stepped forward onto the first bridge. Her feet wandered over the ivory white surface as she took in the scattered islands around her. Despite the peaceful atmosphere of soft waves and ocean breezes, she found her hand drifting to her dagger hilt, itching to release some pent-up energy. She never seemed to be able to relax these days, too many thoughts and truths to run from. But that didn't stop her from pointedly ignoring that fact, finding reasons to keep moving. So as she made her way across to the first island, Thal looked for somewhere to direct that energy, hopefully at something with blood and a heartbeat.
Luckily for anyone nearby, she happened to catch the movement of a 'log' along the shoreline, giving her the inkling that it was probably more than just a piece of driftwood. She immediately dropped into a crouch, pulling one of her daggers from its sheath.
RE: it's nicer to roll bones than heads - Anahita - 11-21-2024
The sun rose like a dull jewel, coloring the morning mists. Ana made a still figure, wrapped snugly in a long, gray, woolen coat, its hems and edges stained by the earth and grass. Her hair flowed freely, tangled around twisting horns.
Beneath the fabric, her muscles pulsed, warm and sore. She had let slip into a familiar trance, stalking across the plains, persistent and unrelenting, sniffing at a beast's tracks. Then, as if with the snap of a finger, she spotted the ship as it dropped anchor, and forgot all about her quarry.
Now she stood, gaze fixed, and watched the figure making its way across the shore, past the bone-made bridge and right in front of the thicket of trees that concealed the blood-hungry Ancient. That was when green eyes saw the glint of horns standing sharp on the stranger's head, and her interest turned a different hue.
She saw the Ancient grip her blades, she saw her muscles tense in preparation for the kill, she could almost smell the fanged, focused hunger in the air... And with a mischievous smirk and matching lilt in her voice, hoarse from hours spent in silence, she stepped out into the clearing and broke the tension like a cat toppling a vase.
[say]"You'll give someone a fright lurking like that."[/say]
RE: it's nicer to roll bones than heads - Thalassa - 11-22-2024
To say Thal didn't like being caught off guard was an understatement. When a voice crashed through her focus, her head whipped around, blue eyes narrowing dangerously at the interruption. She flashed her fangs in a dangerously annoyed smile, immediately hoping she'd found something better to cure her boredom. Perhaps she could do more than kill time. Straightening from her crouch, she kept her peripheral on the slowly creeping 'log' as she took in the woman that now stood before her. With a melodious lilt to her voice, she shrugged her shoulders. [say]"Maybe that's my intention."[/say]
The curving horns and flicking tail told her enough about the stranger to be somewhat cautious, but Thal didn't care much for safety. Instead, an accusing glint entered her eyes, and she tilted her head like a prowling cat. [say]"What's your excuse?"[/say] After all, she'd been doing the exact same thing, if not worse for making Thal her prey to stalk.
RE: it's nicer to roll bones than heads - Anahita - 12-02-2024
True.
In an instant the coin'd flipped and the stranger had become the cat, eyes narrowed and claws drawn. Ana simply raised her arms in defense, the flick of her pronged tail silently acknowledging the rise in tension.
[say]"Just saving you the trouble. There's nothing out here."[/say] The stag she'd been stalking was long gone now and the waters beneath the bone-built bridges flowed slow and eerily serene. [say]"You're the most interesting thing out here."[/say] She drawled, letting her arms fall and crossing them as she stepped up to casually lean against a tree.
Easily, subtly, underneath crossed arms, a hand slipped into the folds of her coat. When the tips of her fingers brushed against the smooth hilt of her skinning knife her tail gave another anticipating flick.
It was hard to tell, but it was possible that she had poked where she shouldn't. There was no way to know how far in the throes of bloodlust the other girl was, and there were proverbs about situations like that - meant to teach young Ancients valuable tactics on preserving life and limb.
And so Ana donned a pleasant smile, the one you might see on the face of a good-mannered country girl as she greets her neighbors in the morning. The chill in the air even gave a nice blush to Ana's cheeks. The picture of innocence - or at least the Ancient's best rendition. And if that wasn't enough to ease tensions... well, she can say she tried.
RE: it's nicer to roll bones than heads - Serendipity - 12-02-2024
You’ve encountered a pack of echo sharks. This counts as a common creature encounter for the purposes of levelling, but does not count as a Random Event for levelling or MP. There will be no further admin/re intervention. If you choose to follow this creature, you do so at your own risk, however, just having it in this thread is enough to satisfy your levelling requirements.
Echo Shark (common) - A dwarf species of shark known for hunting in packs, the Echo Shark can live in both freshwater and saltwater. They are able to mimic any sound they’ve heard and band together to increase their range of vocals. The sharks use the words and sounds they’ve learned to lure unsuspecting prey into the water, where the sharks will then leap up and drag them into the waves.
RE: it's nicer to roll bones than heads - Thalassa - 12-02-2024
The comment had Thal laughing; her head tilted up and her dark hair shifted down her back. She pointed her black igneous dagger at the woman, the blood-red lining hinting at its magic. A single eyebrow raised as she asked, [say]"Are you sure? Not everything is what it seems."[/say] Like 'logs' in the water, or aggressive pirate captains.
As if on cue, a melody of voices crept from the waters nearby, cries of pain and grief. It slightly unsettled her, but she put on a sharply humored smile full of 'I told you so.' The appearance of the rubbery fins and anguished sounds could have been a saving grace for the stranger. Images of her friend flashed in her mind, eliciting a painful ache that starkly contrasted to the vicious violence itching to be released. The Ancient before her could not have looked more different than Maea, yet the combination of her and the cacophony of past sufferings ringing in her ears had Thal's smile fading to a soft frown. She glanced away in frustration at her own weakness.
In an attempt to grasp at the fleeting anger, she did what she did best: she brandished her dagger. With the practice only a pirate could flaunt, Thal spun to throw the weapon at one of the fins that bobbed above the water. It pierced through the surface with barely a splash. The sharks scattered as a cloud of red spread through the crystal blue waves. A soft bubbling was the only sign of the fire that tried to ignite as the creature finally floated to the top, struck cleanly through to the silver hilt.
Thal felt only minor relief at the release, staring coldly at the dead echo shark. Her own bloodlust was barely a tingle in the back of her mind, but it seemed a pity to let the meat go to waste. Glancing at the stranger, she gave a cocky grin. [say]"You looked like you could use a lesson on hunting."[/say] A dramatic scan of her eyes preceded a soft chuckle. [say]"And how to eat."[/say] Considering the woman was practically skin and bones.