Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on May 17, 2023 14:28:12 GMT -5
Please do listen to this ambience for a moment before you begin reading.
The mist is different here... it isn't the same as the one that hovers over the sea surrounding these islands. It's an ordinary mist, nothing to be frightened of. It only adds to the tranquility of the area. The inlet reaches deep into a pine forest, birds chirping and singing.
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Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on May 17, 2023 14:56:00 GMT -5
Her craft barely made it to the bank. She'd need to stop here, she thought. That was plenty fine for her, for it seemed that the water was beginning to smell less of brine the deeper the boat went into the forest, eventually becoming a shallow stream. She gave a soft puff, flinging a hand back to push a tangled lock out of her freckled face. As the craft scraped onto the bank, she reached down and gingerly sniffed at the water. It was clean and fresh. Her eyes closed and she bid Echo forth to drink freely. As much as she wished to sip, herself, she didn't know where she was and how the water would affect her.
She did open up the water horn she had at her belt, shaking out the last few dregs... a few, sparkling droplets to relieve her dry mouth. To her delight, there was a swallow left instead. She would be taking a bath in that water, she thought with some joy. It'd be nice to scrub the salt and grime from her skin, to tame her locks as best as she could. That would come later though. Zelre gave another huff and stumbled out of the craft, her legs nearly buckling as she ventured onto land for the first time in an indeterminate amount of time.
Echo whined as she lapped up the stream water. It wouldn't hurt to sit down. She fell to her knees with less grace than she normally would, but that did not matter. She was alive. She curled up on her side and began to splash the cool water upon her weary face. She could feel the grime slithering away from her skin. That did much to revive her spirit.
The feel of her face having just been somewhat bathed made her change her mind about the timing. There wasn't much she could do but lie back anyway, what would it hurt to lie back in the stream? It was shallow enough not to carry her craft away, she was sure she would be fine. She eased herself into the water, sort of crawling inward before rolling onto her back and just... relaxing. Indeed, with her feet in the shallowest spot, poking half out of the water, she was soon rocking with the gentle current.
The tension soon ebbed from her and she relaxed, her thick brown curls floating like a cloud soon enough around her head as some of the tangles released with the passing of water. Of course, it would take time to comb out the rest, but that WAS one that would be done later. She barely had the strength at the moment to do more than what she was doing right then.
Echo, after getting her fill of water, began to patrol the area as a good companion would, bounding along quite gracefully despite the lack of her back, left foot. One could tell she was the runt of her litter, and yet her resilience proved that even the runts could be strong too. She would not stray far from Zelre, and the girl knew it.
As for Zelre... she'd give a soft sigh, curling her toes and letting herself half float there in the stream.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Jul 6, 2023 23:41:47 GMT -5
Oh no.
Oh, no, no, no.
This was not in today's plans. It was one thing to happen upon a poor maiden in distress, another to happen upon her when she was washing. Nefero was sure he'd gone far enough that he wouldn't be seeing another person for quite some time, but this was just his luck! Why was it always some gorgeous woman? Not only that, but he dared not move from his position in the trees, so as not to startle her. Perhaps she had just arrived, or perhaps she'd never seen a creature quite like him. He couldn't bare repeating the incident from the village several many miles west, which caused quite a few arrows to be loosed in his direction as he tried to escape. He still had the wound on his buttock where one managed to embed itself before he flew away!
And yet, the heaviness of the giant jackelope on his shoulders was beckoning him toward the ground for butchering. He couldn't well fly off with it, and soon enough that wolf was going to smell it anyway, so he did the only thing he could as he hid high up within a tree, mostly obscured within its leaves.
"Ah, hello!" he called out, neck and cheeks burning red in embarrassment. "I'm not peeping on you, I promise. I'm a hunter and I have food! I won't approach unless you tell me I can. Um, my name is Nefero!"
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Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on Jul 12, 2023 16:10:49 GMT -5
Re opened her eyes at the sound of a male voice and Echo gave a growl and moved to stand guard over her prone mistress upon espying the rather large, feathery form. She struggled to sit up, her tired arms seeming to shake from fatigue... She peered toward the source of the noise only to see what looked to be a winged man perched within a nearby tree, offering to feed her and such. Her poor stomach growled. How long had it been since she ate anything besides raw fish? If she had to stomach another fish without a heat source, she didn't know if she could stomach it. But it seemed she was in luck with the flavor fatigue problem, he had venison.
The young woman struggled to her feet, her legs trembling so violently with the effort that she could only drag herself toward the bank after such a refreshing dip. She placed a hand upon the wolf's haunch, calming her. The beast seemed to settle as she gave an alarmed sort of yip at the state Zelre seemed to be in. The woman squinted up at him as her vision swam, trying to focus upon him as a singular form only to see him split into two, and then three. She wanted to speak but her tongue was so heavy and thick in her mouth, she made a sound he might be able to hear, but then she crumpled back to the ground on hands and knees, panting heavily with fatigue. She just let herself relax at that point and gave a mewl as if to signal to him that she was alive but not completely well. It must have just been the length of time spent in the boat.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Aug 1, 2023 22:59:27 GMT -5
When the woman collapsed, Nefero reached out but drew his hand back in hesitation immediately. The wolf prowling around by the woman's side made him unsure, but... if she needed help, did it really matter?
Eying the creature, he hopped down from his perch and extended his wings, which allowed him to glide down from his perch to the shore. He landed quite a few feet away from them and approached slowly on taloned legs. Should the wolf growl, he would stay still and not approach, but for every moment of silence from the canine, he took a step. Upon reaching her, he slid the jackalope from his shoulders and placed it down on the bank, a hand reached out to help her.
"Are you alright? What is your name?"
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Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on Aug 9, 2023 19:50:34 GMT -5
"Thirsty," she said with a croak, knowing better than to just drink right from a river. The wolf whined and nuzzled at the woman's face before turning on the winged one. Echo gave an emphatic "Yip," her head lowering as a sign of submission. She would not charge him, for she had keen enough senses to tell that he was trying to help. Meanwhile, the woman kind of had no choice but to lower to her belly... By lower, I mean she dropped and the wind left her for a moment. She felt as if she couldn't move much anymore, her energy had sapped from her body over the time she was adrift in what seemed like the endless mist. In fact, despite the fact she had just lain in the cool water, her skin would still feel feverish if he did touch her. She wanted very much to drift off to sleep, but something seemed to be niggling at her that she shouldn't close her eyes. It took so much effort for her to let her gaze meet his and he would be able to see silent communication in the way she gazed into his eyes. She was not well at all. It seemed, however, that she fought it valiantly. "Zelre... Name is Zelre." Yes, she thought, focus on talking.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Aug 16, 2023 21:21:08 GMT -5
"Good. I have water," said the birdman, trying to get Zelre to sit up so that she could drink from his waterskin. It was full, thank the Gods. He'd boiled it that morning at his camp after collecting rainwater from the leaves. It tasted clean and fresh.
From the corner of his eye, he observed the wolf just until he was sure it wouldn't bite him. With one arm behind the woman's back, he supported her. He could feel her burning skin. Curses. If only Khepri were here with her endless knowledge...
"Just keep drinking, yes? And if you feel better, I can take you to my camp. I'll make food. Hey! Stay awake, though, okay? Stay with me. What happened to you?"
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Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on Aug 17, 2023 15:48:44 GMT -5
The wolf, Echo, was laying down with her head against her paws, whining a little and looking up at the bird man with pleading eyes to keep the woman from closing her eyes. Zelre was having trouble keeping her eyes open but she forced them open so she could look at him. His face blurred above hers, she felt so tired and achy. She gazed up at his face for a while, her dark blue eyes were glazed over with the look of fever. "Lost everyone... No survivors that I know of," she mumbled after a long time. She drank then until she couldn't deal with the weight of the water in her stomach.
"Tired," she sighed out, her eyes starting to close as she was trying to fight it. But in the end, she went limp against him, her head dropping forward as she started to give into the darkness that loomed. Echo gave a yip and stood up, starting to lick at the woman's face until she woke again.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Aug 28, 2023 18:08:12 GMT -5
The man's stomach dropped.
"Well, that sounds familiar," he said grimly as he hoisted her from the ground and into his arms. He looked at the wolf and arched his head toward the forest. "Follow. Can you do that? You are a swift runner, aren't you? Come!"
Spreading his wings, the stranger jumped into flight, making his way through the woods in such a way that suggested he'd taken that path many times before. He wove through the trees like a shadow, swift and silent but for the sound of the wind. There was a small break in the trees just up ahead, where the winged man's camp was nestled. It had quite a few things there, including a pot, a fire, and a cot. He landed away from the fire, afraid to disturb the flames and either snuff it out or cause embers to stir, and then trotted over to the cot, where he lay the woman. He put his waterskin in her hands and said, "Drink. I normally do not demand things of others but you must. Once your wolf arrives I will leave only to retrieve the rabbit. Then we shall feast. How does that sound? Good, yes?"
His expression was riddled with worry. Normally, others took care of him when he was sick. He never did the other way around.
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Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on Aug 29, 2023 8:12:53 GMT -5
The wolf did not need the command to follow and bounded after him on her three legs, keeping directly under him almost the entire time he flew. If he turned, she turned when one might think she wasn't looking to know. But she was going by her connection, the failing one she felt, weakened by who knows how long in the heavy mist, and now her vital strength weakened. By the time he had the woman on the cot, the wolf lay at the woman's feet looking forlorn and worried and not one bit like she would go to try and eat him if he'd approach.
As for Zelre, she was in and out regardless of choice. The darkness kept claiming her, sweet and tantalizing after the hardships of the sea. At one point, she vomited, and if he was there, he would kind of see curling little bits of the mist, not so much food, and water. And then she was out for a while that time. He had time to get the food left behind, he had time to get it cooked and ready, he had time for it to cool and get cold. Her fever raged through the night despite every attempt of his taking care of her.
By the next morning, it was clear that she had survived something harrowing in that boat with just herself and the wolf. She still didn't wake. He could certainly get water into her mouth and her to swallow, and if he happened to try broth, that too, but Zelre just could not open her eyes for the next three days after.
It was on the fourth morning that the fever had finally broken, she was covered in sweat, sleeping more peacefully than she had since he brought her to the camp. It would not be until the golden rays of the sun were casting their light the best, that hour in the evening leading into dusk where everything was touched with hints of gold.
Her awareness finally came to her then, the way the light caused her inner lids to appear as though red to her eyes. They were heavy, her eyes, so damned heavy... she tried to open them but they seemed stuck for the moment, crusty with sleep more than usual. She tried to rub at her eyes but the act of moving her arms took more strength than she was used to working with. Zelre frowned, sighing in frustration as she shifted restlessly, but weakly. The worst, it seemed, was over.
After what seemed like an hour of trying, in reality a moment, she finally felt her eyelids unstick and she managed to peel them open. She was too weak to sit up and gasp, or she would have. Where was she? Feeling her stir finally, Echo did it for her, popped her head up and gave a glad whine and started to yip excitedly and in relief.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Oct 10, 2023 16:15:23 GMT -5
Nefero was there, propped up against a tree while his wings spread against the ground to take in the sun. His head was bobbing up and down as he moved in and out of sleep. It was only when the wolf padded over to the woman and helped her up did the man come to. His head snapped upward as his eyes widened. A smile crept across his face. "By Teunum, you're awake!" he exclaimed, pulling his wings close to himself so that he could jog over to her. "Are you alright? How are you feeling!?" Of course, he kept his space, mostly because of the wolf. It had allowed him to take care of the woman while she was out, but he wasn't sure what would happen now that she was doing better.
"I... don't know if you'd remember my name. I'm Nefero. I found you by the river. Are you hungry? You barely ate in the last day. Or thirsty!" He pointed to the side, where water was boiling in a small pot with a selection of herbs and spices. "I'm, uh, making tea."
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Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on Oct 22, 2023 21:08:39 GMT -5
She rolled, sort of, onto her butt and wobbled weakly, staring groggily with a squint as her eyes adjusted to the light in the area. Her gaze found the handsome face of a man... bird... man bird... person. She pushed a tangled lock away from her face with shaky fingers. He was speaking to her. She watched then as Echo bounded gladly over to the man and her tongue lolled out with her wagging her tail. She stopped just a few feet shy of him and lowered herself in a manner that was clearly submission toward him, her ears doing that thing where they flattened. She sniffed tentatively at the air around him, then bounded off into the woods to finally take care of her own needs as opposed to eating what was tossed her way.
Zelre didn't speak at first as the handsome face came into focus and she watched her companion all but roll onto her back for damned belly rubs. He must have taken care of her for the wolf to do such a thing. "Thirsty," she croaked out then.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Dec 18, 2023 0:56:51 GMT -5
As quickly as he could- and the man was quite quick- he stooped down to the boiling water and scooped some into a rough earthenware mug. He blew on it softly as he walked over to the woman, then took her hands and placed the cup gently into them. "Careful, alright? It's hot. Slow." He crouched by her side, folding his wings loosely to his back. His tailfeathers braced gently against the ground. Such feathers were apparent all over the man's body here and there, concentrated on his shoulders and calves. Curiously, though he didn't look old in the least, the underside of his curly hair was white.
"You must be weak. You must tell me if there is anything else you need."
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Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on Dec 20, 2023 17:22:18 GMT -5
She took the cup and sipped gingerly, feeling more tired than she had in some time. She sighed into the cup as her eyes lifted to examine his features briefly. "Where am I?" she asked after a time, the million gold piece question. Her lower lip was soon caught between her teeth, he was rather easy to look at but she was not about to let him know that. Her eyes dropped.
Then she remembered her manners and cleared her throat, "Thank you for helping me. I... My name is Zelre, I come from a place called the Usque and there was a flood... and... lots of mist. I feel so tired," her voice was still hoarse.
She sighed then and took another sip. Her mouth curled downward and her brow puckered as she tried to think of what else had happened, but there was too much to untangle within her mind.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Mar 6, 2024 20:55:59 GMT -5
"I... don't know. An island. I've never seen it before," said Nefero, his expression crestfallen. "I've met a lot of people who have the same answer. This island is surrounded by a mist. There was a flood. It carried everyone here."
He didn't really know who "everyone" was, but he knew it included this young woman at least. He gave her the most reassuring smile he had in the moment. "I am from an oasis called Kh'Vaha. It is like this but smaller and with different trees, but instead of being surrounded by ocean, it is surrounded by sand." He reached up to pat her gently on the shoulder. "Don't strain to remember. I'm sure it will all come in time. Instead, lets try to get you on your feet."
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