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| Of Lizards And Wolves; fun for friends | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 12 2011, 10:26 PM (478 Views) | |
| Dalim | Oct 12 2011, 10:26 PM Post #1 |
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Dalim crunched through the jungle, hacking down brush with his quarts war hammer. The underbrush consisted mostly of saplings and soft, squishable shrubs. The trees were hugh as if just awoken and streaching toward the sun. each leaf seemed to be reaching up of its own acord .The jungle was rather quiet. The only real sound was the crunching of brush, the woosh of the war hammer, and the grunts and curses of Dalim himself. He had been told this was much like the forest he had grown up in. He had been lied to, he didn't like being lied to. Dalim had grown homesick after a year away from his fromer home. he had talked to some locals in a village and been directed here. He roared in frusteration at all he brush he had to hack through to get deeper in. He wasn't sure what he had been hoping to find of his home in this forest but he hadn't found it. "I...Am...Sick...And...Tired...Of...This...Jungle," Dalim growled. The worst part may have been that he had to get to the other side to meet back up with Aimolt. Small animals ran from the scene of distruction as Dalim's hammer arched back and forth, clearing brush with every stroke. He only stopped when he heard the trickling of a stream or river ahead. Listening for a moment he desided that it was straight ahead and continued to cut through the leaves and sticks at his feet. |
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| Ladon | Oct 12 2011, 11:34 PM Post #2 |
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It was an exercise in both strength and patience to stay suspended completely still in the water, but he disliked the thought of a creature both large and foolish enough to crash through the jungle in such a manner. The naga was not the only thing thinking along those lines, he was, however, the only one who had chosen to stay and wait for the creature to pass on. It was likely a man, no animal native to the jungle would make such a racket unless it were half crazed with pain or unhinged by disease. Unless it was a wild boar, of course, in which case he would be very pleased to make for the river proper and be on his way. Still, it was close enough to the edge of the jungle that his first guess could well be more than simple hope; he'd seen humans in their own environment occasionally and he had often wondered how they would cope in his. They were strange, adaptable creatures, clever enough, if the stories he'd been told were true, to eke out a living in the middle of the desert itself. That fact, of course, hadn't been terribly impressive until someone had seen fit to explain just what a desert was, but he had been enlightened and suitably awed in the end. So he ignored the caution which urged him to twist about and make for the open stretch of river beyond the narrow mouth of the pool and lingered quietly with his nose just above the water, long hair spreading in a fiery arc along its surface. |
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| Lana Eithne | Oct 13 2011, 12:06 AM Post #3 |
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If life was easy, no one would get anything done. Except me, because I know what it's like for things to be hard.
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It was quite a nice day out, and the sun was up high. Young Lana had decided that today was a fine day to be a salamander; slinking through the forest undergrowth. She was ducking under a tree root, careful not to let the flame on her tail touch it, when she first felt him. The earth under her shook. Not enough for any human to feel, but by golly gosh she could feel it now. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of feet crashing on the ground. Usually people in the forest wouldn't scare her at all, but this one sounded like they were close- she really couldn't afford to be stepped on. She knew her only hope was to get up high, so she followed the root back to the tree it came from. Her tacky feet helped her climb up the tree with ease, stopping about half way up. The man came thrashing past, waving his hammer around all willy-nilly. She watched intently as he walked past and prayed to the gods that no innocent animals had been knocked by his hammer. Just to make sure he wouldn't, she decided to follow him. She darted from tree to tree, bush to bush and in and out of fallen leaves. Eventually he stopped so she followed his action, unfortunately forgetting her flaming tail. The next thing she knew, there was a small fire started behind her and she knew she only had two choices- she could run away and hope it doesn't get any bigger... or this man would put it out or she could shift back to human form and put it out. She tossed over the two options in her head, then decided she would just have to change- she couldn't risk having anyone or anything getting hurt by her flame. She felt the warm tingle reach from her tail to her head, and the next things she knew, she was standing up. She lifted her foot, and stamped it down on the fire, the flames dispersing in an instant. She breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to face the man. She just hoped he would not try to harm her. |
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| Dalim | Oct 13 2011, 11:48 AM Post #4 |
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Dalim had stopped for a moment of rest, wiping his forehead with this hand. when he heard the snap and crackle of flame he turned, coming face to face, or face to chest, with a girl. The girl herself was if interest to Dalim because she had appeared behind him without his notice. There were few on this earth with the ability to sneak up on a wolf. Dalim did the sneaking when he pleased, no one surprised him, until now. He wasn't sure how this had come to pass because even smashing through the forest he knew nothing was following him and no one had seen him within. This girl was armed, pointlessly so, she carried a hand made bow and arrows but at this range he could crush her long before she could get to full draw. Her eyes also interested Dalim, they were red and softly glowing. A year ago Dalim would have crushed this girl on instinct, on principle but having had some interaction with people now, he chose to wait and see what she had to say. He hoped for her sake she did. He cursed himself on his loss of ferocity. He had been a great wolf! A slayer of all. In his wake he left only the dead of other packs. At his side ran alphas and furious wolves. following Aimolt's example he nodded his head. "Hello, I am called Dalim Wolfborn." |
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| Ladon | Oct 13 2011, 02:03 PM Post #5 |
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"Hello, I am called Dalim Wolfborn." The words were somewhat distorted by the distance and plants between them, but he could hear them easily enough. The voice was that of a man, though Ladon couldn't make out who he was speaking to until he eased up further along the heavy root, heavy droplets of water falling soundlessly to the ground far below. The root had long ago come free of the earth, by water or the simply colossal weight of the leaning tree he didn't know, but it suited his purposes well enough now in that it arched well above the faintly defined path and afforded him an excellent view of the situation. The man, Dalim Wolfborn who had spoken, was facing down a child whose lovely bright hair and eyes he could see even from here. His, or her as he had not yet learned to discern the minute differences between the genders in young humans, eyes were very nearly the same shade as his sire's. It was that more than anything else that made him decide to stay, even knowing he would not manage another shapeshifting so soon after the last. If they saw him at all, they would see the half of him that most resembled a man first and perhaps that would reassure them. Still, he'd seen enough of bows and arrows that he didn't particularly care to be on the receiving end of one of the latter, and humans chose the oddest things to take offense or exception to... Ignoring the thought that he might have done better to stay in his little pool, Ladon settled his weight onto his folded arms, letting the tip of his tail sway against the bark of the great root in an idle pattern as studied the coil of smoke rising up from beneath the child's foot. It thinned and trailed away within the space of a breath and he hummed a low hiss beneath his breath before easing back slowly. Fire and weapons did not necessarily bode well. Edited by Ladon, Oct 13 2011, 02:04 PM.
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| Dalim | Oct 13 2011, 08:41 PM Post #6 |
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Dalim bristled. This won't happen to me twice in one day. Dalim was sick and tired of people thinking they could sneek up on him. This time he knew, this time he felt the heat of eyes on him, on her. He quickly decided that it was a bad idea to take on two enemies with unknown threat levels at once. "We're not alone," Dalim informed the still silent girl. He pivated toward the eyes, not spoting them but knowing they were there. This was not fine. He would not be diplomatic twice in the same day, he didn't like being diplomatic once in a day, or week for that matter. He had learned a technique from the wolves for getting pray to move. He chose a point neer the eyes to stare at. From what he had learned this made the watched uncomfortable enough to move. It took patience, something that was not Dalim's strong suit. He had to wait it out, and make sure that the threat moved before he did. He began to chant a single line. This won't happen to me twice in one day. This won't happen to me twice in one day. This won't happen to me twice in one day. He repeated this so that he wouldn't get bored. He quickly became an immovable earthwork with eyes. And as far as most prey would know, those eyes would be pointed right on him. Dalim would have smiled at this trap he had layed if it wouldn't have made him lose focus. This won't happen to me twice in one day. This won't happen to me twice in one day. I guess I must have learned something from Aimolt. This won't happen to me twice in one day. This slight break was shown externally by a smile. Dalim cursed his lack of fucused. Guess he hadn't learned enough. |
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| Lana Eithne | Oct 15 2011, 08:55 PM Post #7 |
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If life was easy, no one would get anything done. Except me, because I know what it's like for things to be hard.
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Lana nodded at the man, then spoke. "I am Lana Eithne." She started at him, her eyes full of curiosity. This man had not asked her how she had snuck up on him, and for some reason that made her really uncomfortable, yet really interested in the man at the same time. She spent so much time looking at the man, she forgot her manners. As she was about to open her mouth to speak, Dalim beat her to it. "We're not alone." Lana immediately shifted her foot so she was in a more balanced stance, her hand instinctively finding it's way to her bow. She turned her head slightly, scanning the general area that Dalim was looking at. It took her a little bit, but she eventually spotted the eyes that he must have seen. She drew her bow and lined up an arrow, her head cocked ever so slightly to the side as she aimed the bow at the eyes. it was then that she noticed that Dalim was not in a fighting stance as she was, but was instead staring at the eyes. Curious... She drew back the bow string in concentration, all her instincts taking over. She held it there, steady. It seemed like a long time had past in silence, and it really irked her that no one had moved or even said anything. Loosening the string a little, she turned her head to Dalim. "What do we do? Are you going to fight both of us, or are you going to stick with me. Make your choice, sir." |
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| Ladon | Oct 17 2011, 12:53 AM Post #8 |
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The man was staring at him. Normally, Ladon might have found this flattering, or perhaps even amusing, but now it was simply unnerving. He might have decided to wait it out if he hadn't suddenly found himself on the wrong end of a drawn bow. The stillness he had settled into melted from his limbs in an instant, but he didn't dare make any sudden motions with the child's bow still aimed very pointedly at his face as he rather preferred not to test his speed and luck in that manner. She looked away, and it was then that he slid free of the arching limb, slick scales hissing along the bark as he loosed his grip on it and let his own weight pull him to the ground. It would have been a remarkably painful landing if he hadn't called on the shape-changing magic. As it turned out, it was only a nearly remarkably painful landing, compounded by the very unpleasant, very real sensation of having every flailing inch of his snake tail disappear to be replaced by a pair of human legs. They felt pitifully tiny in comparison, and while he usually allowed himself a few moments to get used to the sudden and rather drastic change, Ladon felt it would be better to be elsewhere. Now. Rolling to the side, the naga fought his way free of the tangling vines and vegetation and stumbled to his feet, wincing at the pain of what was sure to become a truly spectacular bruise and the new scratches he'd acquired in his brief battle with the plants. |
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| Dalim | Oct 18 2011, 12:12 PM Post #9 |
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Dalim liked Lana. He hadn't heard her last comment but, when he heard the slip of scales, without even realizing it Dalim slipped in between her and the eyes. In the forest he called home the slip of scales was always on a much smaller scale and always meant trouble. Dalim hated snakes. He was barley aware of his movement to defend Lana at first and when he did realize it he wasn't sure why it had occurred. He didn't know anything about this girl and yet he felt as though he should protect her from danger. Dalim wasn't sure she needed his protection but he gave it regardless. He tightened his grip on his hammer, taking up a defensive stance. It must have been the way she looked at him, the way her eyes glowed. Seconds later a boy hit the ground and staggered. This new arrival was entirely naked. His bright red hair was pulled back in an untidy braid. Something about the way he moved reminded Dalim of himself, about a year ago. This boy looked as Dalim had before he had been kicked out of his pack and sent on his first quest. The boy's eyes told him the same, this was a child raised in the forest, a child after his own heart, He smiled. Child may not have been the right word given that the boy only looked a few years younger than him, although he had no body hair. This trip might not be quite as bad as I thought it would be. Dalim set his hammer down and removed his shirt, tossing it to the boy to cover himself. After all, they were in the company of a woman. This simple action revealed Dalim's chest, a thin mass of muscle. None of his muscles were incredibly large but, all were developed from years of swinging his thirty five pound war hammer. Looking at the boy it hit him, both of the people he had met in this forest had bright red hair. He tensed and looked at the girl. The boy was a distraction at best. He was naked and carried no visible weapons. She didn't look as if she was going to attack him, although he had never really been a good judge of things of that nature. Dalim, trying to be casual, put his hand back on the pommel of his hammer, the head of with still lay on the ground. He played a quick fight in his head, it didn't end well for anyone. Even on his guard he wouldn't be able to stop a first shot from the girl. He could only move fast enough to keep the shot from being deadly, after that he would kill her and the boy both, unless they had something else up their sleeves. He would then die from blood loss. "Friend of yours?" he ask Lana. He wasn't sure he could trust Lana's answer but he would take her on her word and let things end one way or the other. Then to the boy he called. "Come, tie that around your waist and join us." In this situation Aimolt would sit, pulling knives from his sleeves. He wouldn't show these knives, would simply wait for a sign of danger. Dalim now trusted Aimolt's example, he sat, placing the handle of his hammer in his lap. He tried to make it seem an innocent enough gesture but in reality this allowed him to swing his hammer and use the momentum to stand and throw it at the boy if necessary. None of this however, was his ideal situation. If he got his way in this the boy would sit and the three would get to know one another, or at least not kill each other. Then again, Dalim wasn't use to getting his way, thus the preparations. He tried to relax and gestured for the other two to sit, putting on a calm face yet again. If he had known anything about religion he would have prayed then for the others to do as he ask, but because he was raised by wolves he didn't. |
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| Lana Eithne | Nov 1 2011, 05:53 PM Post #10 |
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If life was easy, no one would get anything done. Except me, because I know what it's like for things to be hard.
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Her jaw dropped as the man moved in front of her. She could easily defend herself, but such a gesture was a rarity for the girl, and her guard dropped slightly. She heard the thump as the stranger hit the ground. She tried to get a good look at him, but once she noticed he seemed to be wearing very little, she quickly turned her eyes to the ground, trying to suppress a giggle. "A friend? No, I have not got any friends and don't really mind. Things are hard enough without looking for another." Letting the string slacken all the way, sge sat on the ground, the bow still notched and ready to fire at any of them in an instant. "Well then, seeing as we are all strangers to each other and I imagine that none of us want to die today, I suggest we introduce ourselves. My name is Lana Eithne, I am 12 years of age and the reason I seemed to appear out of nowhere is because I am a fire spirit, or to be exact, a salamander." She paused, smiling, so they could take it all in. "Okay, now you two go!" |
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| Dalim | Nov 3 2011, 03:27 PM Post #11 |
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The girl giggled, failing to hide the noise from Dalim's finely tuned senses. Did she think he was funny? It hadn't sounded like it, it had sounded more like the way the village girls would giggle when he passed. Except now he smiled, where as before he had only ignored them, and continued on his way. "A friend? No, I have not got any friends and don't really mind. Things are hard enough without looking for another." Dalim relaxed. Not an ambush then. Then she introduced herself, as a salamander? Weren't salamanders usually small lizards? Was she a small lizard? No, I guess she's a different kind of salamander. Lana, the name held a certain something Dalim couldn't quite identify. Bellona, her handle still in his lap, was a comforting presence, even if nothing bad could really happen at this point. The boy was unarmed and unclothed, and Lana seemed to want to live as much as he did. "My name is Dalim Wolfborn, I was raised by wolves. Literally." For some reason Dalim needed to add 'literally' to that statement every time he announced it. Villagers thought it was some sort of joke about his manners or something. I hate villagers. When they finally realized that he wasn't kidding they pitied him, as if being raised by wolves was some fate worse than death or something of the like. Being raised by wolves had made him strong and an excellent fighter, he owed everything to his raising. |
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