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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07-21-2021, 06:40 PM (This post was last modified: 07-21-2021, 06:41 PM by Aurelia.)
but the thing is, even if i could go back, i wouldn't belong there anymore
The quest to find unicorns hasn't yet begun, as Aurelia waits for the volunteers to arrive. The sun is just beginning to rise. Its feeble, early rays shine down across her makeshift camp, where she's spent the night prior. A small sleeping tent and a little campfire are nestled off to the edge of the King's End, meant to catch the eyes of those looking for her. Several horses are hitched nearby, grazing idly.
Since it's still early, Aurelia is currently working on feeding the campfire so that she might collect some warmth from it. The skin along her shoulders and toward her arms is covered in thick tiger fur, since she doesn't think completely shifting would be a good idea. A giant tiger would be liable to frighten the horses, she thinks.
So, she sits by the fire, poking at it with her magic to keep it strong. The only plan, really, is to wait for everyone to show up. But even when she hears the audible snap of a twig, it's jarring. She nearly jumps out of her skin, the fur along her shoulders practically bristling. She jumps to her feet almost immediately when she sees a flash of color in the thickets. "Hey! Who's there!?"
Without further ado, a group of vampire gourds come hissing out of the grass towards Aurelia and the horses. Their vines claw outward, reaching across the ground, not caring as they knock over a kettle into the fire and trample the tent. An exasperated groan parts her lips. "Oy, fuck right off!" She snaps, Torchline accent clear in her tone as she kicks a smaller one when it draws too near. It goes flying into a boulder with a SPLAT!
The horse is an entirely new thing for Raza. She’s always been a callused-foot kinda woman, dusty in Longheat an’ damp in Flowerbirth. Seems like there’s nothin’ her feet ain’t seen, except for a pair’a stirrups. So she is currently navigating the, ah, delicacies of ridin’ all day an’ then hoppin’ off and realizin’ your legs don’t work anymore.
So that’s two new things for the Torcher who tends to like shit just the way it is.
Raza ain’t too happy. But I’m sure that surprises no one. She’s currently hobblin’ back from the latrine, extra cranky because apparently squatting also hurts like a motherfucker - when Aurelia’s strangled fuck right off floats through the night. A quicker step makes her wince, but the proprietress is doin’ her best an’ when she rounds the corner, she can see the new Governor (no Queens here, soz) furiously kicking at some gourds.
Pickin’ up a rock, she yells, “Watch yer left!” before hurling it towards one that was lookin’ to pull the Fireheart’s ankles out from underneath her.
but the thing is, even if i could go back, i wouldn't belong there anymore
The pumpkin is squashed into bits, but that's only one down - and gods only know how many to go. It's a good thing Raza shows up when she does, and Aurelia is lucky her arm is strong because that rock manages to pierce through the gourd's flesh like it's made of paper.
Green eyes blink up at the Bartender in surprise, before Aurelia's backing up to create some distance between herself and the cranky vegetables, while also getting closer to her comrade.
"Nice throw!" She comments with a grin, glancing at Raza's face, "Let's show 'em what we got, yeah?"
At this, Aurelia grabs one of her throwing daggers and hurls it at a rather large, yellow squash. The curved blade digs right into it's head - or body. Honestly, who can tell? Either way, it's stopped right in its tracks. But more keep comin', and another one of the big fuckers is barrel-rolling straight for the Torchies.
It bowls straight through Aurelia's ankles, sending her face-first into the muddy grass.
Raza’s always a little surprised when combat-type things go her way. She ain’t a fighter in the typical sense, but when you grow up in Torchline, you just kinda… learn shit. You survive. Maybe thrive. Or you don’t. In this case, it seems that bangin’ that damn gong on a regular basis has done the barkeep some good.
Maybe she’ll remember to thank the fightin’ drunks later… but probably not.
A fierce grin breaks through the physical pain, success turnin’ adrenaline into an unexpected analgesic. Her long, wiry frame seems to move a little easier, clearing the rest of the brush with more energy ‘n she had before (though it’s no match for Aurelia’s dexterity, make no mistake). “I’m so sick’a these orange CUNTS” Raza growls, a desperate longing for the butt and tines of her trident so she could do some real damage surging white-hot through her.
Alas, it’s been left in her tent, lest she accidentally piss on it.
Scrambling for a thick, nearby branch, Raza sees the Fireheart go down and lunges to hit it - bunting style - away from her comrade.
08-17-2021, 10:11 AM (This post was last modified: 08-17-2021, 10:12 AM by Aurelia.)
Aurelia
So up this pivotal peak we climb Don't remind me just blind me
She goes down, smacking her face against the ground hard enough that a little dribble of blood leaves her nose. The crimson drips over her upper lip as she struggles to get up from her rather prone position. Raza's assistance is greatly appreciated, but they just keep comin'...
And they don't stop comin' and they don't stop comin'!
So, as they start trying to pile onto her, Aurelia's partial shifting becomes a full shift. Beneath the bowling-ball sized pumpkins, black stripes and sharp claws emerge in a snarling tangle of large, feline limbs. Orange, fleshy bits go everywhere as the big cat summons its very own inner kitten.
No, rather than the rage that Raza feels burning up inside of her over the orange cunts, all Aurelia gets is a sense of playful determination. So when another gourd comes rolling in her direction, she takes a giant paw and bats it. It goes barreling head-over-vines toward Raza's ankles. Aurelia chuffs audibly to get the woman's attention.
From how far we may fall We got to make sure not to stand too tall
Raza is in the group of people that didn’t know Aurelia was a hybrid. There’s an audible sound of surprise that turn into somethin’ appreciative as the big cat starts to use its big paws far more effectively than human!Aurelia did. In fact, Raza has to quickly shield herself with her arm once or twice to avoid bein’ smacked in the face with said fleshy, goopy bits that the tiger so easily smacks around now.
A chuff has her head back up again, but not in enough time to keep the Torcher from bein’ walloped in the ankles by the pumpkin. “Fuck!” It hurts more than she expected, but maybe the tall, lanky woman’s ankles are exceptionally boney and prime targets for this kind of abuse. Anyway, the offending bouncer doesn’t get very far before Raza aims a vengeful kick at it, which really just causes more pain to shoot through her taut, clearly abused legs. That hiss of pain is probably the root of Raza’s rage - not the pumpkins. But she's isn't nearly self-aware enough to realize that, so another "Cunts..." escapes.
