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| Nyhm | Aug 7 2014, 01:47 PM Post #1 |
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The afternoon reluctantly began to give way to evening, spreading golden wings, and rosy fingers creeping across the blue expanse. The sky was unmarred, but for the smattering of low cloud to the west, a myriad of lavender and blue highlighted with fiery tendrils of light. "That better not be rain." The warg grunted, more at the sound of the hunter's voice than the actual words. The silence grew comfortably between them again, interrupted only by the slap of water on wooden boards, the low tuneless humming from her throat, and the hearty sizzle arising from the pan in her hands. Metal clanked against the hot plate, and she prodded the contents experimentally, swiftly retracting her fingers and stuffing them in her mouth at the sharp bite of heat with a low curse. Catching a fish out here hadn't exactly been difficult. They were practically throwing themselves at the line, and with a lake this big....well nobody was gonna miss a couple. The raft house swayed, rising on the swell unnoticed. The waters were calm, the skies peaceful. Nyhm continued her tonedeaf humming, shook the pan, then jerked her wrist, sending the slab of half cooked meat sailing into the air. A little too hard... Her eyes widened, dancing rapidly from foot to foot and flinging the shallow pan this way and that, aiming to catch the falling supper when quick as any snake, the warg twisted about and snatched it from the air, crunching on the morsel noisily. "Aw, Ham! I already gave ya three! Can you not?" Red fur rippled in the breeze gusting from the open lake, tongue lolling out as long and pink as his namesake in a manner that she took as silent, canine laughter. With a fixed face, he didn't get much choice with his expressions, but he was pretty damned good with the eyebrows if she did say so. He used them now, dark wet nose twitching as he snuffled after the next neatly gutted and filleted fish she pulled from the rack hanging beside her. "This one's mine ya great lump." They waggled, suggesting 'are you crazy?' He might have been the size of a small pony, but the changeling rolled around with him like any puppy readily enough, and she squared her broad shoulders, leaning in a touch antagonistically, leering. It wouldn't take much to dislodge him and pitch him into the lake from his platform. Nyhm laughed, a deep throaty sound, coarse and natural, then turned her attention to dinner, the fish quivering limply in her hand. Most of her cooking was done outside up against the side of the dwelling, a small box stoked with hot coals and packed with earth serving as a small portable oven. It was good for grilling over too, if you didn't touch the woven iron mesh sitting across the top. It got pretty hot, as she'd discovered any number of times. Her hands moved deftly, grabbing a handful of flour from the sack by her feet and smearing it across the table, coating the fish in it, then threw it into a second sack full of smashed bread. It was going bad anyway, and she didn't much fancy picking the nasty green bits out of it. Tying the top, she handed it to Dangerous Ham, and set about coating a second in flour. "Shake." She snapped her fingers and the warg stretched, stood, the sack dangling from his jaws. In his own time of course...Ham shook it with some violence, a playful rumble starting up in his throat as it turned to a blur around his face, then released it when the changeling's hand came back for it. "And the other one." She switched them, throwing the breaded fish into the pan and dropping the dusted one back into the bag, retying, and handing to the great beast again. She took it back from him, squishing it between her calloused fingers with a nod, and dropped it into the pan, then proceeded to search for her water bottle. Ham's bark, low and gruff bought her up short, jolting upright and smacked her head on the underside of the table with an explosive obscenity. "Sonova-!" Violet hues rested on the dog, then flicked towards the banks, nose twitching at the smell of frying fish ascending behind her, stomach protesting loudly in response. "HAY STRANGER!" She waved vigorously, rested hands on hips then casually smacked Ham across the rump. "Go get me an orange. Orange. OOOORAANGE." Ham grunted and padded past her, smacking her back with his brush of a tail and into the house. She didn't really have that much hope for him actually bringing it. Dogs were meant to be able to understand up to a thousand words, wargs were smarter than dogs though, but it seemed like most of the time he just did whatever the hell he felt like, regardless of what she said. "HAY! Are ya hungry?" Ham reappeared, and dropped a moccasin into her hands. "What the hell am I s'posed to do with this? Seasoning? Yes, trout with a delicious seasoning of ginger, and shoe. Hardyfuckinghar. Get me an orange you pleb." She tapped him on the forehead with the thing, then tossed it back through the door, followed by the warg. After a moment she checked the fish, turned them over and dragged out the wide plank ladder, pushing it out across the water to thunk on the grass. People came here often to sample the lake's waters, and she made a point of feeding those she passed by, when she was here anyway. It never hurt to be friendly after all. |
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| Tamber | Aug 29 2014, 06:33 AM Post #2 |
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Every month or so the young Kelpie came out to Navale lake, its situation within the Eth’netora forest making it a prime spot to pick up flowers and herbs native to Soto. There were of course things that could not be found in the forest that grew readily in Soto, but those few things often grew in other countries and clines as well. Then there were particular flowers only native to the forest itself, and furthermore things that grew around the edges of the lake and upon the bottom of the lake that were unique to Navale. Thus being a creature with a habit for healing, using both magic and natural remedies it was prime hunting ground for rare components, so he came here when he started to get low. Now there were some plants he had managed to transplant to his own personal garden back in Angkar, but usually not in a large enough quantity to always replenish his stores. Then of course there was just the need to get away from his home for a while, despite usually being a rather stay-at-home kind of critter. He’d been picking his way around the lake for some time having emerged in a location out of sight of the floating house. So he had not noticed at first the woman fishing and cooking said fish with her large warg companion. It was while he was picking a number of mushrooms from the roots of a tree near the edge of the lake that he heard the call. Lifting his head from the task he turned to find that there was a person out of a floating raft house, how had he not noticed before now. It didn’t matter in the end though she seemed nice enough and with her so close to the water as she was he could not find it in himself to feel threatened, large warg or not. The offer of food was a curious one, but it was fish and how could he turn that down. It was an easy task for him to catch his own but it only seemed polite to accept such a generous offer. That and he did not get out much so why not make a new friend, if she did not mind him dripping all over her porch. He supposed it was a porch. “Hello yourself,” he said friendly enough as he got closer to the plank ladder, he supposed it would be better than swimming over, people got weirded out by the quickness in which he swam in this form and it often made them more suspicious than simply a wet teenage boy with seaweed in his hair. “I never turn down good fish,” he admitted while shoving the last of the mushrooms in to the pack and easily making his way on to the raft using the plank like a pro. “The name’s Tamber,” he offered and stuck out his hand, that was how one did it right? |
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| Nyhm | Sep 12 2014, 08:02 PM Post #3 |
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As the Kelpie drew closer to the floating house, the Hunter's grin grew wider by the second. Great! Company for dinner! Not that Ham was bad company, for a warg, but it was certainly more entertaining to have someone to talk to who could trade conversation, and was less likely to give her baleful looks when she cracked some godawful pun, or inappropriate joke. He looked a little younger than she'd first thought though, from way over there. Actually...much younger. Well, she'd just have to curb her tongue. ..Pshh, as if that would ever happen. Dangerous Ham resurfaced from the house, dropping the orange into her waiting hand. Had he had no sense of smell, she might have been impressed. You know, what with him being colourblind and all. At least he was intelligent enough to decide the difference between a shoe and a piece of fruit. Most canines were but sometimes she had her doubts. Or maybe the big mutt was just trolling her. She wouldn't put it past him. "Harz, me either kid! What a waste that'd be eh?" She flicked a wondering eye over the stranger, quite literally because the other was long gone, and reached out to take his hand as he proffered it, her face cracking nearly in two with the amiable natural response. "Good to meetcha, I'm Nyhm." She pumped his hand enthusiastically, likely cutting off the flow of blood to the extremity as she gripped it hard. Mainlanders liked to do that kind of thing. They all got offended when she just outright bear hugged 'em, left 'em in a staggering heap of jellied meat, not sure where to put their feet much less their backsides. Nyhm released the Kelpie's hand before he lost all feeling in it entirely, and moved aside so that he could board. "Ya want a towel or somethin' kid? yer a lil wet there, don't wantcha catchin' yer death o' cold." Not that it was particularly cold but where she was from it was important. And it wouldn't be right to have some soaked kid just drop dead on her porch. He'd probably come back and haunt her and then she'd be stuck with his ghost in her cabin forever, movin' her shit and making freakish noises at ungodly hours to wake her up. She grabbed a small folding chair, one of a pair, leaning against the wall and dragged it clattering out, setting it down so the plain canvas stretched to make a comfortable seat. "Here sit yerself down, chook, ya look half starved. Don't mind Dangerous Ham, he won't bite so long as ya don't poke him with anythin' sharp." She stooped, flipped the fish over with her fingers and sucked on the calloused tips from the sudden flash of heat, free hand questing underneath the grill for a small wooden trencher, which she filled with the still sizzling morsel. The orange she peeled, then squashed in one hamfisted move, eeking juice all over the grill, the plates and the fish. If anyone balked she'd undoubtedly throw the squished fruit at them and call them a sissy. Real chefs didn't need reasons. Reasons were for chumps. And sometimes the food was completely destroyed, but that was considered perfectly normal in her line of gourmet. "Ain't got no lemons...or eggs, but it'll do. Lakefish d'orange! Or somethin'! Here ya go." She thrust the plate on him, then loaded her own, and dropped to the roughly hewn floor, dangling her legs over into the cool water and shovelling flaky pieces of the fried fish into her mouth with all the grace of a legless stork. |
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| Tamber | Sep 16 2014, 06:04 AM Post #4 |
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Yup he was certain he did not like handshakes in the least. Though he wasn’t sure he should gauge building a grudge against them after just one go. Of course a bear hug would have been worse, then more than just his hand would have been crushed in a heavy embrace. Good thing he did not know about that being Nyhm’s preferred mode of greeting. Though it would not have been completely unusual, he’d met others that were far more inclined to hug him than shake his hand, something about his size and the age he appeared to be. Never mind that he was a potentially dangerous creature, which never seemed to faze the ones that did know. But he supposed it took some form of bravery to seek out a Kelpie’s help in the first place, particularly if that Kelpie happened to be Tamber’s father. Sometimes Tamber wondered if he would become more like his dad as he got older; if he might start to hate and detest others for their shortcomings. Perhaps, but maybe staying away from large cities and crowds was the way to avoid such developmental hatred; not that he was doing a good job of staying away from such places as of late. “No, I’m better off without a towel,” he said before taking a seat in the offered chair. Years of practice and sleeping in a hammock made the chair a simple thing though he imagined one not used to the way it was fashioned would have a hard time not plopping violently in to it and then nearly folding it back in half or tipping over backwards. It happened, he’d seen it happen and it was still amusing to this day to watch such a thing occur. He could have mentioned his particular race to Nyhm to explain the whole being soaking wet thing, but usually people who lived by or in this case on water weren’t too keen on having Kelpies around. But she was offering him food so there was not even the slightest urge to push her off in to the water then drag her to the bottom so she’d drown. Tamber had seen worse than an orange being squished in such a maneuver to be offended by it or anything else. He ate raw fish and crunched crabs right through their shell’s with his bare hands and teeth; though the crabs tended to happen more while he was in his Kelpie form. Not to mention the wringing out of a rag full of blood in to a bucket, so orange juices splashing over fish and plate from between calloused fingers was like picking daisies. “Orange is just as good,” he said as he took the plate nearly losing it in the way it was thrust at him, but he managed to hold on to it. Plucking at the fish with his bare fingers he dug in with perhaps just a tad more grace than Nyhm, but really not by much. To him fish was one of the best things ever, next to crab. “Do you live out here?” he asked after a moment, “I don’t think I have seen you before.” |
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| Nyhm | Oct 20 2014, 09:01 PM Post #5 |
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"Suit yerself boy." She wasn't gonna question it. Nope. Not even a lil' bit. Except the fact he was drippin' all over her porch she woulda thought he'd have gotten cold and died or sommat. But nevermind, each to their own and all that. She wasn't gonna stop him if he felt the need to freely lubricate the decking with his presence. On closer inspection actually, maybe he wasn't human. There was some kinda plant all stuck in his hair, made her wonder if he'd ever seen the back side of a brush but then who was she to talk? She kept it braided and tied off with an iron hoop, didn't really need to brush it often when it stayed like that. Strong as old rope! Maybe that wasn't a thing to be proud of. Maybe. She'd seen the pretty dancing girls and their lusciously long hair that looked so soft and made her so bloody uncomfortable but that was prolly because she knew she'd never have hair like that. It was, after all, green. She wondered if he'd be offended if she took some of the seaweed from his soppin' locks and put it on the fish. Prolly shouldn't touch. People didn't like it if ya got touchy. Swallowing the fish, Nyhm glanced out at the water, then back at Tamber. Of course he meant her. She made a point to check the size of the lake again, then gave him a flat look and said slowly; "S'fucken big lake lil boy." She downed another mouthful of fish, breathing shallow as if that might stop the burn on her tongue, didn't mind it none though, it was clean, fresh and slightly salty thanks to the last of her seasoning scattered in the pan. "Aye I do from time t'time. Mostly I hunt, but not here. Wouldn't shit on ya own doorstep, ya know?" She waved the empty plate out at the far horizon, the lake stretching much further than even her keen eyes could see. "Ain't much t'fear out here. I used t'live on the coast, but not anymore. Moor a floatin' house and it won't be there when ya come back. Thunder gods'll take it away and leave ya with nary even the wood ya built it from. Here at least...well it ain't got that far to drift...an' I was always a strong swimmer." She grinned, tossed the last of her fish to Ham, vanishing with a snap of ivory choppers. She wiped her fingers roughly on her pants, twisting in the coarse fabric to remove as much of the grease as she could, then wrapped her paws around the sturdy pole leaning against the house behind her and started fixing the hook. "I'm from way out west, on the key. One that looks like a liddle shellback. What about you, boy? Ham, bait." The worg fetched a tightly woven basket, and she fished in it, drawing out an odd bubbled ball that turned out to be a length of chicken gut - several actually - tied together and bundled up. Stank too but what could ya do but get used t'it. The fish liked it anyhoo. Once the hook was baited, she stood and stepped a pace aside, didn't really wanna catch the kid in the face when she made the cast. That would be...unfortunate, t'say the least. The rod whipped back, the line dropping, then shooting up in a high arc and sailing out real pretty before it plopped heavy into the lake, trailing the little inflated bladder on the line, then she sank into a sitting position again. "Pretty, neh?" The sun caught the water, turned it to fire and lit it like the inside of a drake's mouth. |
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| Tamber | Nov 3 2014, 08:27 AM Post #6 |
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A brush would have been a most unwelcome thing. While his hair appeared smooth and unfettered with tangles aside from the seaweed in it, there wouldn’t have been a single stroke of a brush that would not snare on an unseen tangle. Sure he could have kept it better groomed than that, but vanity just simply was not his thing, not at this age. Perhaps when he got older he might care more, but considering his hair actually looked okay then he was fine with it, not like anyone was going to go running their hands through it or anything. People better keep their hands to themselves in that regard honestly; least they find their hands sewn on upside down for daring to touch the young Kelpie. Tamber crunched in to a fish bone but didn’t seem to even notice or perhaps he didn’t mind, the latter was more likely as he chewed it up and swallowed it down same as the fleshy bits of the fish. “I guess,” he said though he didn’t quite believe it, lakes tended to be small to him nearly regardless of how big they were. However he would concede this time, after all he did not come out to his particular lake with the same frequency he might have swum out to the various Isles of Angkar. With an odd politeness for one who looked so young he listened to Nyhm talk as he finished up his own piece of fish. Setting the plate to the side he licked his fingers clean as he considered what she said about where she was from. A little nod of acknowledgement came from him, he was indeed familiar with the place, though did not visit it too often himself. “I’m from Angkar right off Kashmir beach,” he said wondering if too many people from the mainland knew the different locations on the isles. Granted the key wasn’t exactly part of the mainland but it was certainly on the wrong side of the continent from the Isles of Angkar. “Yes, very much so,” he agreed looking out upon the water as the sun caught and danced across like flames. Stretching slightly he began to wonder if he had gotten all that he needed on this little expedition out here. Shifting his bag to his lap he started to sort through the various plants just to double check them all. “So you hunt things, but from the sound of it these aren’t just normal animal things?” he asked recalling a previous part of their conversation that had caught his ear. Depending on the kind of hunter she was things could prove a bit more than they appeared, monster hunters particularly were not friendly towards Kelpies. |
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| Nyhm | Feb 6 2015, 01:03 PM Post #7 |
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"Angkar?" The hunter swiveled to check the kid, then went back to her fishing, puzzling it over. It didn't ring any bells but then she'd only really stuck to her side of the island. Soare was an island right? She'd traveled some, from the shore between the Key and Navale lake, touching on small settlements there, but hadn't really roamed further yet. How much bigger could one island be? The land had to end sometime right? Course the end of the world was like...some kinda chasm or something? Well if she found the end of the world she'd bloody well climb it and see if it was really the end, then if it was she could tell everyone and they'd remember her for that much at least. And if she died it might be a worthy pursuit. At least they'd know whether there was an end. "Never heard of it. What's it like?" Just the name of it conjured up mountainous lands of ice and snow. It served to reason that she'd think that way, having only ever really come from that sort of environment. Even this place, as refreshingly green as it was now would soon be smothered under heavy blankets of white that creaked and flumphed underfoot. The cold would sink comfortingly familiar into her bones until her extremities went numb, but she'd feel at home with it, more than any other time maybe. Nyhm still didn't trust summer, with the noisy inland birds that flitted from branch to branch, the trees that positively bloomed and dropped their leaves seasonally. The not-having-to-fetch-snow-and-melt-it was nice though. Though it was convenient to just reach outside your door and grab a bowlful, it was..strange, not really needing a fire to stay warm. The summer was mild, and strangely pleasant all the same, but it still worried her that she'd get too fat and lazy by the time snow returned. Well Ham would prolly eat her before he let that happen. A dog had to eat after all. "Nah. Well I dunno. What do ya consider normal, kid?" The big woman rolled a skinny fish bone from one side of her mouth to the other, then set to using it to clean her teeth, sparing her slow drawl between. "I only really hunt the big things that threaten peaceful folks. All kinds o' beasties that walk the land and swim in the underneath, and the above too. Not all of 'em are hostile...sometimes though it's just unfortunate. Cephalos turns up, flattens a village, someone pays to have it taken out. Things migrate, change territories..." She shrugged, tossed the bone into the water with a light plip. "Not everyone can, or will take 'em on. S'dangerous. Figure I ain't got much to keep me about 'sides protectin' others...no family, friends...what's a soul to do eh? You some kind of alcy-wotsit?" She eyed the plants as he pulled them from his bag with bright curiosity, having subsisted primarily on a diet of meat on the Key. And being comfortable where she was, her diet was still mostly meat. She knew which ones were the most common for eating but next to nothing about farming, go figure. The line jerked and she leaped to her feet, tongue caught between her teeth and legs braced as she yanked hard on the line to bring the catch around. "Hei! S'big bugger innit!" |
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| Tamber | Feb 12 2015, 07:54 AM Post #8 |
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“It’s mostly rainforests and coastlines,” said Tamber giving some thought to how the island of Angkar was, “the beaches near where I live are all white sand with a few cliffs right at the edge of the water. It’s a very tropical place; we don’t get snow like you can here.” Which was all well and fine with the Kelpie, he didn’t much care for the cold precipitation. Cold weather could very well be a death sentence for a Kelpie such as himself; the freezing of the moisture on his body would be just as damaging as it drying out from heat and sunlight. Though if he had to choose he imagined he’d rather freeze than suffocate as what occurred when his skin dried out. “Small creatures, or kind of small, I guess I wouldn’t consider deer small,” he said with a little shrug, “the kind of thing people usually hunt for food, at least around here. I know there are places where the only edible animals are bigger than the people.” Nodding his head a little he had figured her for the type to go after the big beasties that people usually had rewards out for. Beasties like his father, who even though had human forms, were still considered animals by most people; if you considered a dragon an animal that was. Though Kelpies weren’t exactly dragons, Tamber and his father were in the category of Kelpies that were pretty damn close. A bit like cousins in a way if one wished to look at it from that perspective. “If only everyone thought like that,” he said moving a hand up to scratch under his hair, “some people seem to think because you are or I mean it is of a particular species that it’s automatically hostile or dangerous.” Though perhaps she didn’t hunt the intelligent ones, not that the ones that couldn’t talk were simple, just that things got more complicated when you ran in to more magical creatures like Kelpies, dragons, and unicorns. Unicorns tended to be stuck up though, so who cared about them? Tamber sure didn’t. “Alchemist?” he asked piecing together what she meant by ‘alcy-wotsit’, “A little bit. I make mostly salves, nothing fancy like explosive concoctions, or things to make you seen in the dark. I’m a healer, my specialty is sewing people back together, and having a numbing salve on hand is useful.” Tamber startled a little as she jumped to her feet to yank on the line, but more out of surprise than anything else. Sudden movements would do that to a person. Idly he wondered if he should give her a hand or if maybe staying out of the way was best, of course it didn’t cross his mind to just ask her. |
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| Nyhm | Mar 16 2015, 05:27 PM Post #9 |
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Having never seen a rainforest, she could only speculate at the name. Likely just that, a forest made of water? Well it would sure be a hell of a thing to see. So far she'd only lived here in the center of this Soto place, and that suited her fine. There was a big-ass lake, plenty of fresh fish and wild greens to forage for, and meat when it came to the point of running prey down. And failing that, there were small settlements nearby. She tended to avoid them for the most part and just make do with trapping and such, until she needed work. The more people there were together, the more there were to just stare. Never had she felt more an outsider than when she ventured to town. Crowds of people on market day to be shouldered aside, everyone shouting and shrieking, moving and going places. A grim necessity. She had no quarrel with them and their daily lives, nor even the drunken sots that spilled out of the taverns in the evening. Sometimes she was one of them, but it always took a few rounds before she could join in general conversation. It just wasn't in her to be one of them. "Maybe I'll go someday. Ain't never been to a tropical." Just the thought of so much heat made her sweat. She knew there must be places where it was the opposite of where she came from. No snow or ice, even as a yearly visit as Soto had in the winter. Just baking stone and hot wind. One day maybe she'd see it for herself, but the thought of it was off-putting to say the least. How did they survive without melting? Just the thought of it alone made her frown, feel a little too warm in the dying sunshine. Maybe they all just wandered around in their skin like it was a giant sweathouse. And got crispy from the sun. You could get bitten from the cold, so maybe you just cooked in that much heat. It made perfect sense. "Don't I know it." She grunted her reply, already thinking of the shriveled growths that might have been wings hidden beneath her shirt. Spirits, but how she'd run around as a child, hoping that someday she'd be able to fly and go anywhere she wanted, free as a bird. Foolish of course...they'd not grown, only remained as deformed pitiful things with the barest limited control over them. She'd long since given up hope of that, denied her ties to the fae and set herself on other paths. "Aye that's it. I met a man once, though he was some kind of shaman. He said he wasn't, but he could make potions and sorcerous spells in a bottle and the like." She shook her head, baffled. Magic was a special thing, yet she'd seen many use it like it was nothing, so careless and casual about the whole affair. Even a witchdoctor, just lifting his smoke from his lips as if it was no big deal. She didn't feel that it was something she'd ever really understand, but there had to be a balance somewhere maybe. For every person so gifted, there were probably a dozen like her, that had no skill whatsoever. "Nifty skill to have there kid. Never know when you might lose a piece." She chuckled, touching two fingers to the patch that covered her empty socket, not a touch bitterly. The hunter planted her feet wide as the line jerked wildly, alternating between reeling and tugging the fish in closer. Several times she caught the flash of silver as it burst from the surface of the lake, fins splashing an arc of glittering spray before it was gone again, only the quivering line and the unsteady surface of the water to tell where it had gone. "HEI!" Nyhm gave a might haul on the line and it flew quite suddenly from the lake out over the floating house, banging off the roof and flopping down, stunned onto the decking where it lay twitching. "Guddumnit." The pole clattered to the deck as she hopped over to it, guest forgotten, and snatched it up by the tail, then bashed it mercilessly on the ground. At least it was quick. A murmured prayer left her lips as she lifted the thing in both hands, a good three and a half feet long, then dropped it beside the pole between them, admiring the streak of green on its belly, the dark scaling and faint gold stippling shining in the sun. A laugh suddenly burst from her, utterly carefree, cracking the tension. "Never caught one like that before. Look at those colours!" |
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| Tamber | Apr 13 2015, 07:50 AM Post #10 |
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“I would certainly recommend it,” said Tamber with a faint smile, “If you don’t mind the heat and humidity there are plenty of incredible things about tropical areas. The ocean itself is full of incredible things to eat,” he commented taking her for the kind of person that would appreciate a variety of edible sea critters, or edible anything for that matter, “of course the forest itself is teeming with edible things itself. While I am partial to what comes from the sea myself, the things that grow on trees and underfoot in the forest are usually quite the sweet treat.” Of course he was talking of fruits and nuts, and the occasional edible root. Almost every fruit there was delicious, except he wasn’t too partial to the taste of Papaya. Nasty fruit always had a rotten taste to it in his opinion. If Tamber had known of her winged situation he might have offered a solution, as it only seemed fair considering she had shared a meal with him. Though what solution he might offer could never have been anywhere close to the miraculous work his father was known for. The young Kelpie could fix most any broken body part, but when it came to deformities that was where he currently lacked in expertise. It might have been a cruel thing to give her hope anyway. Maybe he could fix them, but maybe he could not. Tamber’s father would have been able to, but the price for his services was often more than most could bear to pay. “A family gift in a way,” he said, “passed from father to son for generations. We can fix anything….or well I can’t. My dad could. I’m still sort of learning. Best I can do is reattach a severed limb. Father could resurrect the dead. I might be exaggerating a little, but I saw him once bring a baby back after it had drowned, as well as stitch a man’s heart back together after it had been pierced with an arrow. I don’t know if I’ll ever be that good.” Tamber sighed a bit looking at the palms of his hands, while quietly adding on an ‘I don’t know if I should.’ His father was a monster; a cruel man who took from other’s what they loved most in exchange for a lifesaving fix to impossible odds. It just didn’t seem right. He’d also been a bitter man, as well as a man who destroyed anything he held dear, self-destructive. Tamber did not wish to be such a man, but some days he felt it was inevitable to become like his father. Tamber blinked in stunned amazement as Nyhm reeled in her fish. Watching as the brilliant scales of the creature twitched about on the decking. Sucking his lips in trying not to let out a laugh as he watched wide eyed the woman beat the fish on the ground. “Quite the impressive catch,” he agreed giving her a thumbs-up. “You would certainly love the coast. There are giant blue fish with long pointed noses and giant sail-like fins, some of the fastest fish I have ever encountered, and strong too; not to mention gigantic in size. There are some people who fish for them off large boats and others that just take out a little raft with a number of lines to catch the beasts. Once you hook one you let it drag you about the ocean wearing itself out before you can reel it in. The bragging rights one gets from such a catch is legendary in one of the coastal tribes.” |
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