From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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04-23-2020, 07:24 PM (This post was last modified: 04-24-2020, 02:29 AM by Elias.)
Elias
The roar of the waves was soothing, but it fit his thoughts. He was wandering along the beach, dressed far too nicely to be enjoying the scenery, in fact, he looked like he was still working. And he had been.
The man had left his stall at the port abruptly, leaving it in the care of the young boy that he'd cared for, his son for all intents and purposes. He'd traded for a small gemstone, handing off various fabrics in exchange. The gemstone, a small diamond, reminded him of the fact that, while he had wed once, it had not been for love but for safety.
And that train of thoughts had led to the fact he had never loved anyone; not truly. Certainly, he had his flings, his old relationships, but the love had never lasted. And unlike his crew, Elias did not partake in brothels and whores.
The diamond in hand, he wandered the coast, studying it. Wondering, just what kind of stone he'd give someone that he loved. Or what love truly felt like, if it lasted.
Nothing around here is quite as it seems, Not sure if anything's real or a dream, And the only thing sure from the start, Is the song that's inside of your heart, Don't let it leave.
There were times when Sunjata simply came down to the beach to enjoy it. To watch and find a moment of calm along the waves, along the way the world continued on despite everything else, of the way the Hels and gulls above continued to dive and swerve along the horizon in gilded light and airy flight. There were times when he’d dive in for a swim, times when he just wanted to be with his thoughts — a difficult place to be most days.
Today is one of the latter, sitting among the sand beneath a tree of shade by the waters edge, the world around him continued to move on. He’d brought Haai this time, the griffin spending most of the day sunbathing beneath the rays of the sun before trotting over for the shade, panting as if it wasn’t her fault she’d gotten too warm.
He sticks his fingers into her fur, running them through and feeling the warmth of it, the way the black to her pelt matched and mimicked the deep navy of his tattooed arm, glancing up when something catches his eye. The glint of something in a stranger's hand glimmering as he walked this way. But really? It wasn’t any of Sunjata’s business, and he draws his legs up a bit more beneath him, continuing to pet the griffin along her fur and beneath her wings.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Palming the diamond, as he felt eyes on him, he hummed and allowed his gaze to roam the beach. "Beautiful creature, a griffin, right?" he called, smart enough not to approach a stranger, much less somebody with a griffin at their side. There were easier ways to die.
He shoved the diamond in his pocket, he'd sell it off. It wasn't settling right with his thoughts, but the pink necklace he'd received was. Something about it called to him, and of course, that meant it was in his pocket too. Studying the griffin from afar was enough to make his thoughts shift, from the mystery of love to the mystery of griffins.
He wasn't one to seek answers, but he'd study when he could, research when he could. "Dunno much about them, though." He admitted, wandering a bit closer, though by no means 'too close', or within melee range, because you have to follow social distancing the man's comfort zone.
Nothing around here is quite as it seems, Not sure if anything's real or a dream, And the only thing sure from the start, Is the song that's inside of your heart, Don't let it leave.
She should have known better than to realize that it might be a distraction – to have a griffin on the beach, when he only knew of one other person with one. So it should have come as no surprise that the stranger that walks by mentions something about it as Sunjata’s hand trails through the griffin’s fur once more. “Yep, that she is.” He replies easily, moving to tug a stray tuft of fur that stuck out in a strange place along her wing joint where the feathers started to sprout as his gaze lifts to meet the man’s.
It’s no surprise that they’re not well known, once again.
And there’s a small smirk that crosses Sunjata’s face at this, a dip of his head as the stranger stops a bit closer but still far enough away to be considered polite. “She’s half wolf, half magpie.” He rumbles, moving her a bit to lift her head and let her green gaze settle on the stranger – a feathered and fuzzy tail bumps against the sand with the eyes that roam over the stranger. Her wings flare, showing the specks of white mixed in with the iridescent hues, a toothy canine grin from her panting offered as well with a hint of smoke behind it. “She can breathe fire.” And that’s mostly it, unless the stranger has much else to add to the questions. As far as Sunjata’s concerned, that’s all that really does need to be known.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
"Oh," he makes a surprising hum, as the man tells him about the griffin. Magpie and wolf. Such a strange combination, yet beautiful in reality. As he moved on, he thought on this newly acquired information, happy enough to let the stranger be and return to his walk, with new musings to drive away the old.
-FIN-
Nothing around here is quite as it seems, Not sure if anything's real or a dream, And the only thing sure from the start, Is the song that's inside of your heart, Don't let it leave.
