Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jun 26, 2021 22:37:38 GMT -5
The duralam clasped her chin in thought for a moment. "Wine, you say? Did you drink it all or is there any left?" She leaned to the side to look around the nomad, raising a brow. Of course they hadn't landed here, just now! With a sigh, Khepri deflated and took back her waterskin. "It seems we could both use a little bit of what the other had. Fortunately, I do have a second waterskin, but it is empty. I try to travel light, else it gets difficult to fly."
Looking ahead of them, Khepri soon realized that this journey was going to be much like traveling with Faisine, but longer. She could see no fires or tents in the distance this time, and she doubted she would for some time. "Not that I will be doing that for any length of time. Perhaps walking with my feet to the soil will humble me some, hm? A change of pace." The woman let out a chuckle, then mused at Nomi.
"North or south? Those are our options currently.
In the distance, from the central sea, dark clouds gathered. Khepri noted them glumly. "And we may want to make it quick."
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Nomi
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Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
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Post by Nomi on Jun 28, 2021 21:50:46 GMT -5
Nomi smirked, watching with some amusement as Khepri scanned the coast for any trace of a bottle that might have gotten lost. "Most of the wine is gone. But not all of it." Nomi patted the pack hanging at their hip, the faint sound of hollow glass and sloshing fluid answering their touch. "I figured it could prove be a useful peace offering if I found myself needing to make friends in a hurry, but you are more than welcome to it if you like."
There was a part of Nomi that felt guilty for anchoring Khepri to the ground, but the as the duralam made light of the situation, they felt some of that guilt recede. "Oh, walking on two feet isn't all bad. I think you may even find parts of it to be quite charming."
Nomi followed Khepri's gaze out to sea, the distant darkness billowing across the water. Even from here, the sight made them feel... cold. Vulnerable. They didn't care to find out what happened if it came too close to the shore. "North, then. Let us not dwell here any longer."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jun 29, 2021 23:03:25 GMT -5
Khepri drummed her fingers on her arm, thinking about the offer of wine. It was true; the bottle would make a good offering if need be. With a shrug, the duralam put up a hand. "Save it. It is a mystery who we will meet in the future. Perhaps it will be of better use than if I down it like an io'dura." Again, she hesitated, remembering who she was speaking to. "Little flitty things. Always thirsty."
Not long after their gaze out to sea, Khepri began to walk, keeping to the tips of her taloned feet. "I've done it before, but I imagine this journey will be longer than my last. When I first arrived, almost immediately I saw a boat in the distance. Eventually, I made it to the spot where they made camp, though it took me three days of meandering and finding other survivors along the bank. They were a complete surprise, mind you. Just as much as you were!"
As they continued, a warm breeze traveled over the beach and into the woods, rustling the trees. Khepri could feel it, too, that creeping wariness that said "do not linger here."
With the clouds only coming closer, Khepri tried to distract Nomi with questions about their life, such as the circumstances of their birth, their favorite foods, the most beautiful of beings they'd encountered on their journies.
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Nomi
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Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
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Post by Nomi on Jul 5, 2021 12:32:26 GMT -5
And Nomi was all too eager to provide her with answers. They had little to say about their birth - just another child born to the tribe - and responded to Khepri's query about food with a bout of performative distress. ("Oh, have mercy - if I start to think too hard about stuffed tzali peppers at a time like this, i'm likely to start drooling.")
Oh, but it had been so long since they had the chance to tell a proper story! As the conversation veered in the direction of their travels, Nomi lit up at the opportunity to regale their new companion. They spoke of their time before with excitement and fondness, curating each account and taking joy in every embellishment. Stories of the Hallowed Shore and its half-sunken villages, of the giant-folk of the Mournweald, of quiet moments spent in the company of strange and beautiful people from all across the world.
The pair traveled northward, wordlessly putting some distance between themselves and the coast in favor of the neighboring forest. Much of the onset of the journey was uneventful, though more than once Nomi spotted something that gave them pause - long, deep gashes in trees made by massive claws, a stray piece of splintered bone resting beside the rotting handle of a broken weapon, and a small stone structure covered in moss that could have at one point been a makeshift altar.
In the case of the altar, the nomad knelt down beside it, placing a hand gently on the surface of the cool stone. They closed their eyes, listening for... something. Honestly, Nomi wasn't sure, but whatever it was never came. The feeling of this place made them uneasy. It was as though this island was restless, and had been for some time.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jul 6, 2021 14:30:00 GMT -5
Khepri hung onto every word, commenting only when there was a pause given to do so. Though a good measure of excitement showed in her eyes, she never interrupted them. She listened. It wasn't until they entered the forest, coming upon the gristly claw marks, the evidence of a struggle, and its inevitable end, did she speak her mind.
"Gristly," she breathed, smoothing her thumb over one of the marks. "I wonder what could have done this. Doesn't look fresh." In fact, it all looked rather old. "There were at least two people here, it seems. One to fight the beast, the other to bury the one who died. Who were they, you think?"
When Nomi knelt to touch the altar, Khepri went silent again. The duralam hefted her great wings and hovered one over the nomad, with the other bending to shield herself. The only sound was the rain beginning to pitter-patter on the canopy leaves before dropping onto their heads.
Just as Nomi was about to stand up, a sound did decide to come to them: the rattling of a chain, the soft whooshing of air as something was swung back and forth, and the drag of robes on the ground. It was at this moment that the creeping mist began to snake through the trees, silent as to any predator but shameless in its visage. Khepri frowned.
"Perhaps we must move on."
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jul 10, 2021 0:17:54 GMT -5
As Khepri traced the indentations on the tree, Nomi couldn't help but feel their eyes wander from the claw marks to Khepri's own talons. The two didn't make a match, of course - but nevertheless, they found themself thinking how lucky they were to be the duralam's ally, rather than her enemy.
"Perhaps they were not so different from you and I." Nomi replied, finger pressed against their lower lip in thought. "I wonder... how long have castaways been washing upon these shores?"
As they knelt by the shrine, just as the soft cascade of rain began to fall around them, Nomi felt the hair on the back of their arm stand on end. Where once there had been nothing at all, emptiness, now had been replaced by a soft pulse of magic - faint, but clearly ancient and powerful.
Then came the sounds, the rattling of the chain reverberating within them like an omen of doom. Their head jerked suddenly, scanning their surroundings for a potential source of the noise. Their brow furrowed as they failed to pick anything out of the shadows of the forest. "I- Did you hear- ?" Nomi stammered, worry and confusion both plain to read on their face.
Nomi looked back at Khepri, who's attention had turned to the encroaching mist. Was it... following them? Nomi pinched the bridge of their nose in frustration, shaking raindrops from their hair as they stood upright. They pulled the hood of their cloak over their head in an effort to keep dry as the rain began to pick up. "Perhaps you are right." They replied in a small voice, hoping that Khepri didn't already think them mad.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jul 13, 2021 16:07:04 GMT -5
"I certainly hope they are. I don't want to wind up that dead," said Khepri, scoffing at the idea. She didn't come this far to die, not like a common adventurer! Despite thinking this, the mist did send a shiver up her back, which traveled to her wings, shaking droplets around them. They stayed steady enough to shield them from the downpour.
When Nomi asked if she'd heard anything, the duralam shook her head. She looked around for anything, wondering if they'd picked up something she did not. Was human hearing better than Kor'duran's? The feathered woman did not know. Thinking that they had greater worries, she reached forward to grab the nomad's sleeve and lead them forward. She didn't know where that was, except that it would be away from the creeping mist. "Come!"
She pranced through the woods with Nomi, folding her wings to avoid smacking them against the trees where she could, otherwise stretching them to keep them dry from the rain. Though they kept a steady pace, the mist was relentless in its pursuit.
After trotting for a while, the mist closed in on both sides, all but catching up to them. In their peripherals, they would see shadows, but every time they turned to look directly at it, they would disappear. There were whispers, but they did not form words that could be parsed with their knowledge.
And finally, there were the hands: snatching at their arms and legs like little, hungry rats. Khepri screamed and clung to Nomi, kicking her talons at the ghostly limbs protruding from the mist.
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jul 15, 2021 23:05:59 GMT -5
The feeling of Khepri's hand tightening around Nomi's wrist snapped them back to reality as the chase began in earnest. They raced through the woods, ducking low branches and side-stepping the trunks of trees, as if the forest itself was in league with the predatory mist behind them. The whispers began, prying at the nomad's mind, but they steeled themself against the assault. They were no stranger to the hungry and terrible things that lurked in the dark corners of the world, and they knew all too well that a moment's hesitation could spell death for both of them.
At the first sign of the wicked things reaching out from the mist, Nomi's eyes went wide. The moment of terror, however fleeting, gave the grasping limbs just enough purchase to catch up to them, clawed fingers coiling hungrily around Nomi's left arm. They felt fear grip their chest as they struggled against the atrocity's grip, the sensation of icy cold running down their body. Using Khepri as their anchor, they managed to tear themself free, the arm of their robe ripping off like the skin of a shedding snake.
The chase continued as Khepri led Nomi deeper into the woods. Nomi turned their attention forward, seeing the duralam race ahead, having caught sight of a potential path forward over a small ridge. Khepri pivoted towards it, sprinting with desperate determination...
And then Nomi's eyes flashed white.
Their vision swirled as they watched the scene play out - Khepri bounding over the ledge, the mist waiting to meet her. The darkling hands grasping her, the smell of blood. Khepri, being dragged screaming into the the misty darkness until it had swallowed her whole.
Then they were back, in the present - breathing heavily, blinking away the horror they had just bore witness to.
"NO!" They commanded, pulling Khepri's arm in the opposite direction from her intended path - and away from the creeping mist that was now emerging, spider-like, over the forest ridge.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jul 23, 2021 22:03:33 GMT -5
Khepri felt Nomi yank her in the opposite direction as she was mid-step, wheeling her around and pulling her through the air like a kite. She yelped, "What!?" before running after them, feet finally finding purchase on the ground. The duralam woman took one look behind her, watching the mist consume the ledge she was intent on traveling over just a moment before.
Heart in her throat, the flighted being followed the sage, her grip slipping down their arm to join hands with them. This way, even if one of them let go, the other would still be holding on.
Or so she hoped.
"What is this infernal place? That demonic mist?!" she cried, voice rasping with fright and anger. Oh, the nerve of this place! To drown the known worlds and land them on this strange island, only to assault them further with such horrors! "What do we do? I can't fly off the ground with us both!"
It was in saying this that the serendipitous happened, as it so often did on the isle. Up ahead, it seemed as though the ground dipped down, perhaps in a hill, as all the vegetation abruptly stopped. Khepri narrowed her eyes just before trying to skid on her heels, though her light body would hardly yank Nomi back soon enough-
"... cliff, cliff, CLIFF!"
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
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Post by Nomi on Jul 24, 2021 16:54:01 GMT -5
Nomi’s thoughts echoed Khepri’s, and was starting to wonder if they had been better off drifting aimlessly across the sea. Why even make the effort of surviving the storm if the island was intent on killing them within the first day? They shook their head in frustration, true fear beginning to grip their heart. “I don’t know!” Nomi cried back, blood pounding as the mist grew ever closer. “Just keep running!”
It was only when Khepri herself began to panic that the obvious hit them. Khepri has wings, you half-wit! She could have escaped whenever she wanted to. The only reason she was in harm’s way at all was... because she was trying to protect them.
All you’re doing is slowing her down, they thought. And when she dies, it will be your fault.
When Nomi saw the cliff approaching up ahead, they made the choice to charge forward with only a moment’s hesitation - one way or another, this chase had to end. They steeled themself, shutting their eyes tight to keep from backing down at the last second. Perhaps they would not survive the fall, it was true. But Khepri would.
And then they leapt, wind rushing against their face, as the two began to fall.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jul 24, 2021 23:54:27 GMT -5
Khepri felt her talons slip from the ground into nothingness as Nomi pulled them off the edge.
"What are you doing!?" she cried as they fell. For a moment, she thought that she'd lost the nomad to the cliff. Thankfully, at least one of them was still holding on. Gripping their hand firmly, Khepri pulled Nomi toward her as they pummeled toward the ground. Her free arm wrapped around their waist, and with a snap of her wings, their fall... well, it certainly didn't halt, but it did slow significantly. Suddenly, they were rushing over the great landscape before them, soaring above a rich forest leading toward a split in the mountains ahead.
The birdwoman groaned from the effort. "I am no Io'dura!" she complained, stretching her wings out as wide as they would go. Below, the mist crept, trying to keep up with them. "But it looks as though we shouldn't land anytime soon."
Much of Khepri's voice was taken by the wind. It rushed by their ears in a roar and threatened to dry out Nomi's eyes. Thankfully, the duralam didn't just have a functional pair of wings, but all the bells and whistles that came with it, including a second, clear eyelid that smoked over her pupils and protected them.
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
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Post by Nomi on Jul 27, 2021 16:26:06 GMT -5
Nomi winced, eyes still shut, waiting to be broken against the earth below at any moment - but such a fate never arrived. They hesitantly opened their eyes, and for the first time since the two met, the nomad was met with the sight of Khepri's full wingspan. The duralam's ebon wings were vast and imperial, and Nomi couldn't help but admire their beauty as they eclipsed what remained of the sun from the sky. Their mouth hung open in awe, finally coming to the understanding that yes, they were actually flying!
This epiphany was shortly followed by another: FUCK, they were FLYING.
"Ohhh, stars." Nomi inhaled sharply, petrified, struggling to balance their wonder with their terror as they finally looked down. On one hand, this was by far one of the most incredible things they had ever experienced. The island stretched out for miles across the sea, forests and fields of green and gold, and mountains that stretched towards the sky itself. But on the other...
"Don't you dare let me go!" they yelped, scrambling to cling tighter to Khepri as the two sailed across the sky. The mist chased them still from far below, but slowly it began to trail behind, trying and failing to keep up with Khepri's velocity. Still, Nomi was beginning to guess that Khepri couldn't keep this up for long, and began scanning the forest below for a potential place to land.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Aug 3, 2021 14:36:21 GMT -5
"I went through this much trouble to catch you in the first place!" cawed Khepri, gritting her teeth. "What makes you think I'm just going to drop you now!?"
As they both searched for somewhere to land before the duralam's wings gave out, sore as they already were from stopping their fall so suddenly, she swore they almost popped out of their sockets; that show of bravado must have torn the muscles. She didn't let it show in her face, not yet. She couldn't have the nomad panicking any more than they already were.
It was then that the sound of drums filled her ears: slow, accompanied by a menagerie of higher and lower notes. It had an easy, unusual pace that wasn't familiar to the feathered woman.
Several beats in, an unusual thread of blue seeped out of the ground directly below them. It glimmered, but not in the light of the sun. It had its own light, its own glow. Khepri stared at it for a very long time before she could figure out what it was.
"A river?" she chirped curiously. "It wasn't there before. There wasn't even a groove in the earth!"
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Nomi
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Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
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Post by Nomi on Aug 3, 2021 17:21:46 GMT -5
Despite the still-present peril of their situation, Nomi allowed themself a nervous giggle at Khepri's outcry, like windchimes in a soft breeze. "What part of today has given you the impression that this island cares for the laws of nature?" Nomi mused, glancing fearfully down towards the strange, spontaneous rivulet of water coming into view. "At this rate, I was half expecting us to fall upwards after leaping from that cliff."
The ground was fast approaching, and the two veered as gracefully as they could manage towards the river - which is to say, not very gracefully. With their combined weight, it was all the two could do to fight the strength of the wind, but they did eventually manage to position themselves above the blue vein of water nestled in the woods below.
Only as they descended closer to the earth did they realize the speed at witch they were still falling, even with Khepri's great wings to bear them aloft. Nomi gripped Khepri's arm firmly, bracing once again for whatever would come next.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Aug 4, 2021 21:30:51 GMT -5
Instead of keeping them spread and waiting for an updraft, Khepri began to flap her wings furiously. Her teeth grit together hard enough to hear them echo in her head. Every movement aggravated the already ripped muscles around her sockets, screaming in pain.
All in vain, even as she tried to veer to the side of the river. It was as though it was moving just enough, left or right, to position them right in the center, where it wouldn't be easy to escape. It was with a tremendous splash that they fell in, but it didn't feel like water. Colder, certainly, but it felt so thin. The liquid... or was it something else?- moved as smoke would, dancing and curling as they splashed through it. And yet, somehow, it kept them aloft, carrying them down the ethereal river made from nothing.
There was a dampness to it, Khepri realized after a good bit of splashing. It clung to her skin in thin, glowing droplets, but never congealed into a larger whole. It smattered onto them as the stars would on the night sky.
"... do we try to get out?" the duralam asked, clinging to Nomi.
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