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Post by thenarrator on Jun 22, 2014 22:20:39 GMT -8
As those who were commanded arrived at the temple, they would notice five similarly robed figures. The one who had spoken to them originally was in the center of the room, floating above a calm pool of water, the other four standing by alters that seemed to correspond to them.
The central figure would greet each person by name, though how he knew their names was a complete mystery to the newcomers.
The mists that had surrounded him at the Nexus had since dispersed, allowing the humans and their bonded to behold the ageless face of a man, his bright green eyes both youthful and ancient. It was obvious, aside from polite greetings, no further communication would be forthcoming until everyone had arrived.
The other four figures stood, silent, and sullen at their alters, too preoccupied with glaring daggers at their opposites to give much notice to those that had arrived.
Explanations, as to what was going on, it seemed, would come later.
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Post by Terris on Jun 23, 2014 19:19:24 GMT -8
Terris gripped Whisper tightly as Akanth flew them over the town. He chanced a glance down at the buildings and was more or less pleased with what he saw, though he was somewhat concerned by the exodus of woodland creatures from the area.
"What in the world is that?" he asked the dragon pointing at a large, long, furry beast that stood defiantly in the middle of the town, glaring up at them with beady pink eyes, its coat gleaming in the sunlight.
That? Oh it is just a weasel. It probably lost its home when the gods made the town, do doubt it will have moved along by the time we get back from the temple. The dragon replied, unworried by the giant creature.
"Just a weasel? JUST a weasel? That thing is bigger than a horse! Are you sure it is wise to leave it there? It might destroy the buildings!" he said, casting another glance at the creature, whose tail seemed to have puffed up like a bottle brush.
I wouldn't worry about it. If it is still here when we get back, I'll chase it off with my flame. he said, dismissive of the situation. I think that large structure ahead is the temple. It seems large enough for the humans, but I don't think us dragons are going to all fit. I'll let you down close to the entrance, then I'll keep an eye on the weasel for you. He swooped low, landing only a few meters from the entrance, then waited patiently as his bonded slid off his neck and landed on the ground below. The young eld'rani cub nestled close to his chest, fast asleep.
You look like a smuggler with that baby curled up like that he observed, before taking off, and circling lazily overhead like an overgrown bird of prey.
Terris took a deep breath and stepped inside the temple.
The sight of the five figures seemed almost familiar to him. Like he had seen them all before knew them all, and knew them all well. The feeling was disconcerting, like an amnesiac waking from a half-remembered dream of the life before his memories were taken from him. The central figure greeted him, and he bowed deeply, nearly dropping the sleeping cub in the process, but recovering before he did so. Whisper looked up at him with blurry, confused eyes, and he stroked the cat's silky soft head, murmering quietly to him until he went back to sleep.
"I dont think the others were far behind me." he said to the central figure, though he got no further response. A little unnerved by the silence, and nervous about being in the presence of people that could only be powerful magicians or gods, he began to chatter, just to fill the silence of the room.
"I saw a large white beast in the town. My dragon tells me it is a weasel, but where I come from weasels are very small creatures. Did you build this place on its home? It looked sort of angry, I think...."
(500 challenge amnesiac, wise, smuggler 527 words)
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Post by Tidfe on Jun 23, 2014 21:22:57 GMT -8
Cain, Dorth and Able flew over the wilderness as Cain filled the dragon in on what went down. I don't like this Cain. I don't like this one bit. A mystery figure shows up, says he has built you a town and then demands an audience? I don't like it. "It wasn't so much of an audience as it was just a request." By now they were flying over the town and had spotted the weasel. Cain let out a low whistle sound as Able growled at the creature. He could so totally take that. He could. Just let him at it. "Easy Able. You need to go back with Dorth."
Landing, Cain slid from the dragon's back while doing his best to keep Able on. But I want to come too! I want to see what the man is up too! I do not want to lose you too Cain! I want to come and help. Please? "No little one. You are still weak yet and will be more of a hinderance than a help." Softly petting the cub, he lightly kissed the cub's nose by pressing his teeth gently to the fur. "Go back and guard the saydar and Garland while Dorth goes hunting for more food." Dorth wisely said not a word to that. She knew it was a fake task that the skeleton had set for the Eld'rani, but Able did not notice, happy to be of help in some way. Promise you will come back? "I promise." Looking at Dorth, he really hoped he had not just become a liar.
The take off was smooth and Cain watched until the dragon and her charge had almost disappeared from site. Taking a deep breath, he entered the temple and heard Terris chatting up a storm. "Easy there chatty Cathy. Maybe the Eld'rani should take ahold of your tongue." Bowing low to the figures as well, he got the strangest since that he had seen them before. Shrugging off the feeling though, he watched the group as carefully as he could. Any funny business and he would leap into action and order Terris out of the temple. After all, it was harder to kill him than the Knight. Even if these guys were gods, which given how fast the town had sprang up, they surely must be. If not...Cain did not want to think about the possibility of powerful warlocks here.
Especially since he had no idea what side they were batting for.
Ooc: 300 word: Wilderness, Fake 416 words
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Post by Leyora on Jun 24, 2014 20:51:54 GMT -8
Uncomfortable with flying, Rasmus was content to bury claws into fabric and fur into Leyora's chest as she clung to Eyrdith's neck. She often wondered if there was a way to obtain a saddle similar to the one she had seen the knight using, but for now at least, she was too shy to ask. Eyrdith was not one to pull too difficult of maneuvers in the air, while her rider was aboard anyway. Perhaps they both shared the fear of her falling and getting a concussion, or something far worse. Whatever the reason, Leyora was glad for it now, as the cub made hanging on challenging enough. In the distance, if she squinted against the wind in her face, Leyora thought she could see Dorth in front of them. "Well at least we shouldn't be late, this time." she thought to her dragon.
Eyrdith was still flustered and Leyora could only assume that calling the mysterious stranger a politician was some sort of grave insult. "I admit I know nothing of the man, either, but such disrespect you showed back there to one offering rewards and implying gifts of housing. It seemed unlike you." "Not really. In my old lands, Kings and Dukes and other high nobles made such claims for homes and food all the time. Them speaking the truth was another matter, entirely. Forgive me, if I do not trust this stranger now. Some habits die hard." "You should at least give him a chance." "We are flying to the temple, aren't we?" The sarcastic comment was thought gently to take the sting out of it. Leyora wasn't exactly sure why, but she was a little agitated too, despite the fiery joy that still lingered over her newest bonding.
Chancing a look down, Leyora saw that they were, indeed, coming up on a town. Before she could wonder at the possibilities though, she saw what appeared to be the largest weasel known to man-kind... or at least man-kind from her world. It looked none to happy either. "You wouldn't be happy if you were displaced from... never mind." Eyrdith rumbled but also sent an apologetic wave of emotion through her rider. "You've done much for making my displacement a better one than that creature has likely ever known. Better than I've known." Leyora thought back lovingly. The weasel looked up, giving them the stink-eye and in that moment she was glad that they were not staring back at an over-sized camel. Knowing their luck, such a critter would have acidic or poisonous spit to aim and shoot at unsuspecting fliers. Rasmus seemed amused by the thought, at least. "We'll get together with the others and deal with the weasel later. Right now our mystery friend deserves your undivided attention."
Eyrdith landed neatly near the temple and once free of passengers, she went to join the other dragons in waiting. Safely on the ground, Rasmus relaxed his death grip on Leyora's dress, which was slowly but surely becoming more ragged with each day. she secretly hoped that if the claims of a new dwelling were true and without a price that they might also come with a modest wardrobe. "Everything together." Rasmus reminded her, warmly as she set the cub on the ground. "Yes beloved. Just stay close and let's not draw undue attention to ourselves, unless we must." A head butted against her leg and a firm mew was his way of agreeing and trying to hurry her along.
Stepping inside, Leyora stopped to gawk at the detail until the figure that had acted as their director cleared his throat. Embarrassed, she stepped the rest of the way inside and offered a deep curtsy, at least as best she could with her tattered dress. Turning to the knight and Cain, she just smiled and nodded a greeting to them and waited in silence for the rest to arrive.
((500 Word Challenge: concussion, director, camel = 651 words))
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Post by Duzell on Jun 25, 2014 0:12:49 GMT -8
“We’re going to be late!” We are not going to be late. “These are gods Nysath! Gods do not appreciate being made to wait!” And you know this because you have had so much experience with gods? Duzell paused for a second. “If you were a god you wouldn’t like being made to wait.” Nysath decided to humor his flustered rider. If I were a god there would be far less people jabbering in my ear about whether or not they were late in this world. Nysath’s teasing tone softened the insult into a playful jab. Now would you please calm down? You becoming all worked up will not make me able to fly any faster. You should be excited. You have been worried about having a place to live; now you have one. Perhaps you can finally have that bed you have been whining about. Duzell smiled at the thought. He had been missing his bed and his bookshop. He greatly missed his books and although he doubted there were any in the Weyr, perhaps he could find something in town that he could be useful at.
As they exited the desert Nysath dove to fly just over the tops of the trees. As they reached a newly cleared area of the forest Duzell leaned down to get his first glimpse of the town. It wasn’t like what he had expected; it was nothing like the city where he had lived. His city had been dark and smoky, crowded with both more buildings and more people than the land had been intended to support. This town was new, clean and empty. Scratch that. The town was nearly empty. In the very center of the town was something that looked like a giant weasel. “Nysath, what the hell is that?” Exactly what it looks like, a giant weasel. This was most likely its home, before the gods cleared it to make yours. Hopefully it will move on like the other creatures did. “And if it doesn’t?” Then I would imagine you will have to help it move along. Duzell was about to ask exactly what Nysath’s idea of “helping” the weasel would be when Nysath landed at the door of the temple. Looks like you will be going in alone. I will be right outside if you need me.
Duzell nodded and slipped off of Nysath’s back. He was feeling incredibly out of his element. Back home gods were far away and distant; only meeting mortals in stories. But here he was standing in a temple with five very real gods. Duzell was certain that a philosopher or a theologian would be feeling excitement or joy at getting this opportunity but all he could feel was apprehension. The feeling eased slightly when he saw some of the other riders. If he was to meet gods at least he wouldn’t have to do it alone. He studied the five beings and for some reason he felt the deepest sense that he knew them. Were they a part of his forgotten past? Duzell shook his head. He had long given up on solving that mystery and he knew the dangers of dwelling too much on a question he could never answer. Cautiously, he walked over to where the others were standing and bowed deeply to the gods. Too nervous to speak, Duzell decided to let one of the others do the talking.
Ooc: 500 word challenge, 570 words, Humo(u)r, element, philosopher
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Post by Amerlan on Jun 25, 2014 21:09:48 GMT -8
Seroth's flying was smooth and even, and although they were far behind the others he made no rush to get to this 'temple'. He had precious cargo on board after all. While his bonded and her bondeds were always special cargo the tiny dead cub was even more so. He would not dishonor her by jostling her body around with sloppy or fast flying.
"How long until we get there?" Amerlan's voice was soft, so soft that had she not echoed her words through the bond Seroth may have not heard them.
"Soon, I can make out the outline of the new town already." His voice was soothing and mild. He knew it was upsetting to her to carry the dead cub, but it had to be done. He himself saw it as an honor. To be able to escort one to their final resting place was a sacred deed. They would make certain the cub was given the proper rights.
It wasn't long after that they were soaring over the new town. Something, however, was certainly wrong with the town. A giant weasel was making it it's playground and although nothing was destroyed yet who knew how long that would last. "They could have put it in a better place." Amerlan grumbled critically as she squeezed the Sullen Fawn close to her chest.
Keeva sensed her bondeds distress and let out a soothing purr. She had found her 'wing-legs' very quickly and was able to sit and walk around on Seroth with ease, provided he made no jerky maneuvers.
Absently Amerlan stroked Keeva's fur. "Thank you little one." She whispered.
The descent was as smooth as the flight had been and soon they were on the ground in front of a grand temple. Keeva bounded to the back of Seroth and used the gentle sloping of his tail to get onto the ground before trotting back to the front and waited for her bonded to dismount.
With the help of Seroth's paw Amerlan was able to dismount while only jostling the cub a little bit. Each time the cub shifted involuntarily in her arms she winced. She loathed the feeling of the cold Eld'rani pressed against her, but she would do as she had been charged without complaint. The cub must be laid to rest.
She could see that the others had already made their way into the temple and followed suit with Keeva trailing behind. She could gape at the fine structure later, the only thing on her mind right now was getting the Sullen Fawn to where she belonged. Striding past the other riders she walked straight up to the Gods. Laying the Sullen Fawn at the edge of the pool where the central God stood she spoke, "Thank you for inviting us. Before we begin I have one thing to ask of you." She knew she was being exceptionally bold asking something of a God, but truly she didn't care. The air this God put off reminded her of a father figure, someone she could trust to be fair. "Let this one's soul rest easy. Let her passage to the next life be smooth and unhindered. That is all I ask." She took two steps back and awaited the Gods judgement on the matter.
((500 word challenge : critical, father, playground : 548 words))
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Post by thenarrator on Jul 1, 2014 19:05:04 GMT -8
As Amerlan entered the temple with the dead cub, all five of the gods turned their attention on her, though none but the central figure made any move to acknowledge her. The central figure, however, moved forward, his face weary as he looked at the sad bundle of the cub.
"Thank you for bringing her" he said, his voice kind, though there was a hint of sadness there.
"I am afraid even if I were to breathe life back into her body, it is so weak..." he trailed off, resting a hand on the limp form.
"I can, however, do this..." he closed his eyes, hand still on the head of the dead cub as a strange azure light spread over her, and then the body was gone, and in its place was a beautiful creature made of that same azure light.
As she opened her eyes in Amerlan's arms, and looked into the woman's face, the bond, light as a feather shifted gently into place.
"Look after her well, while impervious to physical harm, spirit animals can fade if the bond is not strengthened. She is still weak, and unable to attain a corporeal form yet. That will come in time, as she grows stronger" he moved away, his eyes resting on the others.
"I have given each of the other cubs a gift also, their weakest skill will have been slightly enhanced, to give them a better start in their new lives than they had in their old one...I..." he stopped, outside a war-cry could be heard, and he turned to one of the other gods.
"Please do tell me, Doq, when we asked you to find a site for the town, you did make sure there were no animals already living there?"
The figure that had been addressed laughed, silver eyes gleaming in the shroud of darkness that seemed to surround him. "Now, why would I do that?" he sneered, then promptly disappeared into the shadows.
Ildir sighed, his face worried now. "I am sorry to put you all in this position, but we cannot unmake what has already been made. The town is yours now, and it is up to you to defend and care for it." with that, he and the others disappeared, leaving a room full of confused humanoids.
BOND! Amerlan to spirit eld'rani!
+1 to the lowest stat of all NORMAL eld'rani
(and now you need to face the weasel....have fun with that)
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Post by Tidfe on Jul 1, 2014 20:29:46 GMT -8
Cain watched Ildir and if Dorth hadn't grabbed a mental hold of him, he would have lunged at the god. How dare he take that cub away from a peaceful rest! How dare he resigned her to a fate worst than death! HOW DARE HE DO SUCH A THING! Turning around, he didn't even wait to see what gift he had bestowed upon the siblings. He was sure it was just as bad what he did to that poor cub. While Dorth tried to talk some sense into him, he marched through the town. This was one of the few times he wished he had a body so he could put more oomph behind each stomp.
Cain! Cain! What are you doing Cain? Where are you going? Cain! Ignoring the worry she felt, he went right up to that weasel and stared at it, hands on his bony hips and feet planted firmly. "Your not happy. I'm not happy. Want to have a go at each other and see which one comes out on top?" He would wait about five minutes for the weasel to make the first move before he would run at it and attempt to punch it in the nose.
It was a plan. A simple plan, but a plan nevertheless. Just one that Dorth wasn't very happy with as she landed a few feet away, tail lashing in worry.
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Post by Amerlan on Jul 1, 2014 22:50:08 GMT -8
Amerlan feel to her knees in shock as she watched Ildir breathe a new life into the cub. The tear stained pelt of the cub washed away in a bath of azure light. Slowly the light took the form of the Eld'rani cub who had passed, but she was very different now. Made solely of azure light her pelt rippled as the colors shifted below. Sky blue, aqua, dark as the night blue and azure all floated around to resemble the patches she had once had on her pelt. Though a solid azure light emanated from her. If you watched her new coat long enough you could see the colors shifting around and melding in different ways ever so slightly.
Walking gracefully with wisdom beyond her years she walked straight up to Amerlan and touched her nose to the Elflings forehead. Had she had a corporeal form it would have been a strong nudge, but as the bond was still weak Amerlan could just barely feel it. Tears streamed down Amerlan's cheeks and dripped onto her hands below. Feelings of warmth warmth washed over her as the Spirit Eld'rani attempted to comfort her.
"Is this what you want? Are you sure?" Amerlan's voice was barely above a whisper.
Smiling at her new bonded the cub purred. "Of course I am sure. I was given a choice, to hunt in the skies forever, or come down here and stay with you first." The cub craned her neck to look Amerlan directly in the eye. "I chose to come here, and here I will stay. If that is what you wish."
If Amerlan could have engulfed the cub in a hug she would have, but she settled on just lightly caressing the almost not there cheek of the cub. "Of course I want you. I would be honored if you would stay with me." Amerlan would not squander this bond. All too special it was. She would feed the cub and the bond with love so strong no other possible management could compare.
A soft padding of paws came up behind Amerlan and froze as she took in the sight. Keeva looked at her sister, no longer dead and no very spirit like. "By the Gods." She breathed. "They gave you another chance." Keeva keened as tears began to mar her fur as they had done to Amerlan's cheeks. Walking up she attempted to rub against her sister, but she couldn't feel her there. Questioningly she stared at her sister.
"In due time Keeva, in due time." She reassured her. Looking at Amerlan she cocked her head. "So, are you going to name me or shall I just go by spirit kitty?" She chuckled at her attempt at humor to lighten the mood.
A shaking laugh shook Amerlan as she gazed at the two reunited sisters. "Ekho. That will be your name, yes? A reminder of what was and what can be."
The newly named Ekho purred her agreement to the name.
((500 word challenge : squander, management, shock : 500 words))
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Post by thenarrator on Jul 4, 2014 17:38:49 GMT -8
The weasel had been having a wonderful day, hunting rabbits and enjoying the sunshine when the town had descended. Though his home was now somewhat destroyed, he did not necessarily see this as a bad thing as he had assumed (incorrectly) that the gods, in their infinite wisdom had awarded him with a whole bunch of new, above-ground shelters and playthings. He had been inspecting the new playthings (his head having gotten stuck in windows several times already) when he saw the dragons, with their new furless companions flying overhead.
He stopped his inspection of his new property long enough to fix a steady glare on each interloper, his red eyes narrowed to tiny slits, the long whiskers surrounding his wet pink nose twitching irritably. These shinies were his and they'd better respect that!
He paid them no mind as they flew to the other side of the town and entered the temple. He would allow them to go there, for now, because he knew the gods were there, and thought maybe they had all come to ask for a shiny home like the one he had, and besides, he was much more interested in the barrels sitting at the back of the tavern. They had such interesting smells coming out of them.
He broke the top of one open, lapping at the liquid inside, it tasted honey-sweet with some fruity undertones and made him warm all over. The gods had given him magical warming liquid! He lapped at the liquid greedily, then, hearing an odd rattling sound stopped, turned, and fixed his eyes on a skeleton stomping through his home, looking for a fight.
He puffed himself up, his tail bristling like a bottlebrush, and bounced menacingly a few times, in the unmistakable wardance of his people.
You! Stinky!bone!man! go 'way! This MY home, no want fight. You not even good eats! You leave now! Take flying lizards, get out! He thundered, moving forward in a charging motion, more to intimidate and scare the skeleton away than to actually attack.
He stopped then, and let out an ear-piercing warcry in the hopes that the skeleton and its friends would be scared away and leave his home in peace.
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Post by Tidfe on Jul 4, 2014 17:52:19 GMT -8
"Your home hun? Well I got news for you buddy, it isn't your home. It is our home! Cause the great and powerful gods decided we needed one. Just like they apparently decide every single fucking thing around here. Including who lives and days." The tone got angry and angry the closer he got to the end of his tiny speech, but in the beginning it was all the fake sugary sweet praise that one person might give to another. It was deplorable at the best of times and this was certainly not the best of times. Cain didn't care though as his eyes track that weasel and its little war dance.
So he was stinky was he? Maybe he should get a lemon and freshen up a bit? Nah. He just did not plain care as he leapt upon the weasel as it let out its warcry. He figured that was challenge accepted and besides, the time limit was up for the weasel to attack. Cain's patience was not very thick today and anything could probably tell. Especially the weasel as Cain aimed a punch for its snout and a kick for its gut. Surely one of them would hit the creature? If not...Well, Cain just lost his element of surprise.
(200 word: Lemon, Deplorable 212 words)
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Post by thenarrator on Jul 4, 2014 18:10:48 GMT -8
The weasel's eyes grew wide as the skeleton's fist struck his nose, causing a sharp pain, and a trickle of blood. He snapped at the empty air where the hand was and screeched angrily, all of his hair standing on end now.
NO! Gods make new home for me on top of old one! Gods are NICE! CAN'T give home away! Me already living here! he yelled, darting forward quickly in a half-pounce, hoping to knock the skeleton over with his massive white forepaws.
He didn't want to fight, but if not fighting meant losing his home, well, he was not going to sit around and let that happen. He had been born here, there were plenty of fat!stupid! rabbits to eat here, it was close to water, and there were at least three lady weasels nearby that preferred sheer size over brains. His home was perfect, he would not give it up.
He swung his head around, jaws snapping at bone, trying to bite!crunch!kill the nasty bone man that had hurt him, to make an example of him if nothing else, because just maybe, if he hurt him enough, the others would go away and never come back!
His eyes narrowed, ears flattening to the sides of his head, a devious weaselly grin spreading across his face, as his tail, fluffier than ever, began to wag...and then.....stench, overpoweringly eye-watering was released, the noxious smell permeating throughout the entire street.
Those few small creatures still in the vicinity after the town materialised fled the fumes, and the weasel sniggered, tilting his head slightly.
Gots more where this comes from, bone!boy!
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Post by Tidfe on Jul 4, 2014 19:42:21 GMT -8
Cain just laughed as he circled around, trying to find the best position to jump onto the weasel's back. "I stink? You smell like you need a bath!" He was just guessing though at this point. Only a whiff passed into his dull senses and it just smelled like trash that was just about ready to be taken out. So not that bad yet. "And the gods aren't nice. They took away your home for us. Why don't you go ask for yourself? They took away your home and gave to us and gave you nothing in return. Does that sound nice to you?" Taking a chance, he jumped onto that tail, hoping to use it as a shortcut to that head of the creature. Surely if he got control of the head, he could win this self-imposed fight.
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Post by Duzell on Jul 5, 2014 17:00:11 GMT -8
Duzell stared in awe as the gods transformed the fallen cub into a beautiful spirit being. He was glad that she had been given another chance, especially after her youth had been cut tragically short. He would never admit that he may have teared up just a bit as she bonded to Amerlan. Maybe the gods of this realm were not as cold and distant as those in his own world. After all, they had just given them a brand new town and raised this cub and given her new life. Still he had to wonder whether they were helping them just because they care or because they had other plans with them. He was not about to ask; he would be lying if he said that beings who could create a town out of thin air did not intimidate him.
Figuring the gods really had no interest in him, Duzell snuck out so he could hopefully get a better look at the weasel situation. The best case scenario, they could hopefully get it out of town without damaging any of the new buildings or injuring themselves. Duzell thought he heard noises coming from where the weasel had been earlier and picked up the pace a bit. It wasn’t too much longer until he reached the place where Cain and the weasel were fighting. He stood off to the side being careful not to get in their way and watched as Cain scored a hit on the weasel’s nose. Suddenly Duzell was hit with a wall of noxious stink. Eyes watering, he pinched his nose and tried to block out the awful smell. “Cain are you… smack talking with the weasel?”
He watched as Cain and the weasel battled back and forth, both with force and words. He wasn’t sure whether Cain was just trying to tire the weasel do he could get him out of the town or if he was trying to cut him into little weasel cubes and fry him for dinner. Either way, Duzell wasn’t sure that Cain was winning. “Umm, Cain, maybe you want to wait for a little back up? You know, take him on as a group. Dorth will be pissed if you get yourself eaten.” Duzell sighed. “I’d love to help, but well, I’m fond of having all my limbs attached to me. Not much of an issue for you I guess.”
Ooc: 400 word challenge, 400 words, youth, cube, score
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Post by Amerlan on Jul 5, 2014 19:48:19 GMT -8
The new bond was draining after all the events of the day, but it seemed like things weren't about to let up yet. Amerlan could hear the sound of fighting coming from outside. Not wanting to be rude to their hosts and just rush off, they had just given her a very precious gift after all. Turning to face where the Gods were she bowed her head and spoke her thanks. With her dues out of the way she rushed out of the temple with the two cubs hot on her tail.
Following the sounds she heard of the weasel and Cain yelling insults at each other. "Gods this could just be a nice simple day. All I wanted to do was go back to the sands and have a nice nap, but no. The Gods had to meddle." She cursed under her breath.
Arriving on the scene she noted blood dripping from the weasels nose and oh gods. What was that awful smell. Coughing she waved her hand in front of her face trying to displace the scent. "Seroth whats been going on here?" She questioned through the link. Both Cain and the weasel looked ready to kill each other.
"The weasel thinks the Gods made this place for it instead of us. Cain had stormed out of the temple earlier, what happened in there by the way?" He was about to ask more questions about what occurred in the temple when Amerlan sent a tug through the link to get him to refocus. "Right, yes. So Cain found the weasel and the weasel thinks this place is his so he's trying to scare us out of here. It mentioned not wanting to fight, but Cain insisted and now, well you're caught up. Do you need me to come over and help? I doubt the fluffy cub will be of much use."
Amerlan was glad only she and Seroth could hear their conversation or she's have to deal with a peeved Keeva too. "No, I think I can handle it. Seems like simple miscommunication to me. I'll call you over if it gets rough."
Her objective now was to be like an isthmus, bring Cain and the weasel's together so the fighting would cease. However, curtailing the altercation seemed to be difficult. She didn't want to end up in the scrap, the weasels claws looked like they could do some good damage if they nicked her. What choice did she have though?
Throwing caution to the wind she ran right up to where the two were fighting, but didn't get quite close enough to be in it. She hoped they could hear her over their verbal banter. "Will you two stop it. Seriously chill the hell out! You! Weasel! Ever heard of sharing?! And Cain! Leave the big oaf alone. He was here first after all!" She doubted she sounded the slightest bit commanding. She almost dove into it to break them up when a sharp tug on the bond pulled her back. Momentarily blind to anything else she fell backwards and landed with an oof. Throwing her hands up to shield her face she hoped neither of them would accidentally barrel into her.
(( 500 word challenge : fluffy, isthmus, curtail : 536 words ))
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