Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 4, 2021 9:45:21 GMT -5
"I am looking for others," she said, her fingers plucking away. There was no getting through to the woman at the moment, for there was some gleam in her eyes that meant she was not at all unscathed from the Mist. However, she was sane... mostly. She seemed to be stuck somewhere in limbo with her mind, somewhere between denial and a hard place. Faisine sighed and kept plucking away. Soon enough, her hum, a beautiful hum at that, could be heard from the blonde.
After a moment, though, she spoke, "I feel there are many others out there. If we are alone in this whole world..." she sighed and didn't finish that thought.
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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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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 6, 2021 20:47:15 GMT -5
"Perhaps I can help, as this is also my mission," offered Khepri. "I cannot imagine we are truly alone. I can scan the horizon for people, looking for smoke or settlements. My journey will be slower with a landwalker like yourself, but having company is much more preferable. Cliffs will be no issue either. I cannot rise while holding another person, but we could safely descend. I suspect it will be some time before you trust me quite that much, though."
Leaning back, the duralam woman listened to Faisine's hum and kept the notes in her head. "Are you a singer?" she asked.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 6, 2021 20:59:45 GMT -5
"Once upon a time, before the mists... I was a spellsong." Hel, there might even be remnants of power still within the notes she hummed; she did not know anymore. She had noticed she couldn't bend the wind to her will even just the slightest anymore, magic was diminished here, she thought. She kept her fingers on the stringed instrument which was in understandable disrepair after a harrowing journey anyway.
"Perhaps you're right, that company is preferable to none right now. I fear I have gone slightly mad." And she wasn't saying that cheerfully, she actually meant it. She had gone off the deep end a few times in her journey alone, but it wasn't anything she couldn't bounce back from. She had been on the edge of madness before. "I mean, before... now I am not as bad," she amended, "If you can stand to be around me, I'll be glad to have the company."
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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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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 6, 2021 21:27:58 GMT -5
"I'm not exactly human, but there is something to be said about finding humanity in one another. One could say 'close enough,' I suppose." Khepri smirked. "A spellsong? Well, well, it seems destiny would have us come together. My people are spellsongs by birth. Oh, but don't be surprised now. Who would guess that a bird-people would be connected to song?" She rolled her eyes and let out a self-amused puff of air. "You do not seem so mad, but such things like to lurk in the deepest recesses of the mind before they come to surface. I cannot say that I went through the journey sane. I flew for hours before I found the Hi Ko Yanu: the boat that I arrived on. My wings were aching. I didn't know what direction I was going or where I was. The ocean came closer every minute I was out there. I thought I would drown." Her eyes clouded over, remembering the rock in her stomach during that event. The feathers around her shoulders and neck rustled.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 6, 2021 21:57:19 GMT -5
"It would make sense I encounter someone like me in some ways." She gave a sing-song-sounding laugh. The laughter died on her lips after a moment when the Duralai began to speak about her experience with the Mist. She shuddered. Then she finally put the instrument down, tenderly, lovingly. It needed a good polishing after the journey it took in the sea. "Well, I am glad you didn't." She meant it. Not seeing people for a long time?
Her mouth curled downward and she stood, "I could once manipulate the wind with my song. I suppose it is very fitting that a creature of the wind would become my companion for... however long. And I think we should rest up here while we have fresh water and game. We'll have to wait at least until the meat I laid out to dry is so." She was going to use every part of the animal that she could, including fashioning a new string for her bow.
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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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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 8, 2021 22:35:36 GMT -5
"Destiny is funny that way," Khepri replied. She eyed the citole, wondering if she would be able to play it again. Hopefully, if she did, it would sound just the same as it did before. Instruments were so delicate. Even once fixed, they ran the risk of producing a sound untrue to its original. "Let us hope that one day, all that we had will return to us. Our people, our magic-" She gestured to the instrument. "Our music."
After taking a final sliver of meat from the fire, she stood up and skipped over to a tree. In one swift motion, she jumped and pushed off of the trunk, flapping her wings once to allow her to reach a high branch. She perched, wings curled around her tiny shoulders and waved at Faisine.
"In the morning, then. I will scout the land and tell you of the things I see. Perhaps we will find something together before we know it."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 8, 2021 23:30:56 GMT -5
She nodded, then she laid out her bedroll and flopped over onto her back. She listened to the eloquent words about things returning to some semblance of normalcy; oh, if only, she thought. She stared up into the cloudy sky and said, "The mist might have taken our magic, but it will never take our music." She put her hands beneath her head.
Faisine sighed as she watched Khepri take another piece of meat from the joint. It was delicious after all that damned fish. That was for sure. She said, "In the morning."
She stood up then and moved to flip the coals around and keep the meat cooking so it wouldn't all go bad.
By the next morning, Fai had bathed in the lake and combed her hair with her fingers. She was feeling better than she had in who knows how long? While she was alone, she had time to think about the way things were before the cataclysm came along.
Then she thought about what she must do to move on. Faisine decided no matter what happened, she would look for other people. This world wasn't her world before, but it was now.
She would tell the Duralai when she came back, she thought.
For now, she started packing up the dried meat into a sack. The deer hide was tanned and ready for use, and any other product of the deer that remained was taken care of. Breakfast was leftover meat and some berries she had found that she watched birds eat without keeling over.
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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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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 9, 2021 12:26:59 GMT -5
Before the crack of dawn, Khepri unfurled her massive wings and stretched, shaking off the chill of the night. Before Faisine woke, she scaled the tree until she poked above the canopy and took a graceful leap into the air, feathers rustling as she climbed furiously into the sky. She felt an updraft catch beneath her feathers and steady her path. Briefly, the duralam closed her eyes and enjoyed the wind whipping past her skin, however cold. No matter: it was crisp and made her feel alive.
She soared for an hour, perhaps two, scanning the horizon as she swept circles over the woods and the lake. Just as she felt the need to retire, her sharp eyes caught something faint in the distance. It was so far she almost didn't catch it at all, but when she focused she was sure what it was. An excited bolt of lightning struck her stomach up to her heart, pulling a toothy, smiling gasp from her lips. She banked to the left, following a draft that led back to camp.
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At her fastest, it only took ten minutes to get back to the camp, where she found Faisine packing her items. She whistled a clear and loud two notes before she lifted her wings up to slow her descent. Her talons gripped a branch, which she used like stairs to hop down one to another until she was on the ground.
"Smoke! On the horizon! Just like the one from your fire," she chirped excitedly. "Due northwest! It will be more than a day's travel on foot, but that's closer than not finding anything at all."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 9, 2021 13:23:11 GMT -5
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she dropped her bag, startled by the whistle, for she had actually gotten comfortable in her routine. "I can't believe it... more people." She felt the first rays of hope dawning within her that all would be well in time. The former spell-song gathered the rest of her belongings and whatever she could carry meat wise without wasting her kill. She was feeling slightly overburdened, so she would probably move slower than normal. It was too bad she did not have a mount.
"I wish I had a mount," she said, "That would make this much easier and faster for both of us." She hauled on the large rucksack now bulging with venison, her water skin filled to the brim from the lake; she was ready to go.
"I am ready," she stated out loud, though giving one last check to see if she left anything behind to let people know she had been there. It was the way it was supposed to be, leaving a place as close to as one found it. The only evidence left was the banked fire pit which now had dirt thrown over it after she had doused the coals.
She started off toward the direction in question, though made sure that her new friend was with her. She felt a renewed sense of vitality after taking care of basic needs and didn’t want to wait to go. Then she remembered to ask, “Do you have water? You can have more of the meat, of course, if you are hungry, I have more than plenty.” She was cheerful sounding as she offered.
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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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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 9, 2021 21:53:50 GMT -5
"You know, I whistled so I didn't startle the daylights out of you," laughed the duralam, reaching down to help her with the items scattered about. "I'm not the strongest walker, but I can hold a few things here and there." She gestured over to the bag with food. "I could use a morning meal, but after I catch my breath. I do not know if it is excitement or the journey that has left my heart so swift... oh, perhaps both." She followed Faisine and nodded to her offer of water. "Better than food right now. Thank you. Thankfully, it seems the smoke is at the lakeside, so we won't have to move away and be scarce with our water."
As she walked, Khepri drew her wings in tight and rose up on the first digit of her front talons, trying to spare the clawed toes on her heels. They were obviously not made for hiking, though they were not so unlike feet that she had to hop as birds did. The appendages were a strange mix between human and bird, much like the rest of her. The woman's tailfeathers swayed back and forth as she walked, helping her keep balance with such an awkward stride.
To pass the time, Khepri began to ask Faisine questions, looking her way. "So, what manner of people are yours?"
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 10, 2021 11:30:29 GMT -5
"I startle easily," she said softly, accepting the help with carrying things. "I was in the Goraian war and saw things." She wasn't sure if they were in the same world as before but she was going to assume that they were for the moment. She offered one of the water skins to her friend as they finished up clearing camp. "That is good. I am so glad there is fresh water."
Then they began to walk toward their destination. They walked together in silence for a little bit before Khepri asked about her people. "If there are any more of us left, I suppose you could call me a descendant of both fae and human, as are the people of the Usque. I... don't know if they survived. We're a tribal bunch, though I am different from those who dwelled in the forest because I was raised a lady. My father was a Duke in the fallen kingdom of Verri; I am... or was... cousin to Camilla, who was married to the Prince of Medan." It was a rather long story, but she tried to keep it short.
"My cousin and I are descendants of a sorceress named Croeria."
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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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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 10, 2021 20:35:44 GMT -5
Khepri listened despite not knowing of the places and the people Faisine recalled. She nodded here and there, knowing only a handful of things her new companion spoke of. She would interrupt her once in a while, asking about this "Goraia," "Medan," "Verri" and "fae." Each time she asked, she saw Faisine's expression fall just a bit more, perhaps realizing how far apart their worlds really were. Khepri, too, began to wonder and spoke up to say, "I was raised in a small flock in an oasis, right in the middle of a desert. We isolated ourselves, which is perhaps why I know nothing." She reached out a hand to put it on the woman's shoulder. "Do not despair. Not yet. Your history is fascinating and the journey was long. You have my condolences, you do."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 10, 2021 20:57:02 GMT -5
Indeed, her face fell with each of the words that Khepri asked about. Her people… her world… where? What? Why? She sighed and looked down as they walked. She left these questions unasked for the time being. The other woman tried to comfort her and it was all she could to do keep from shrugging away from the touch. She didn’t shrug away even as she didn’t want the comfort. It wasn’t Khepri’s fault though.
She then said, “I am homesick. I miss my mate, my people… they are gone and never coming back, aren’t they?” Tears swam in her eyes unshed and she looked away. She was silent for the next bit of time, not knowing what to say and not wanting to cry again.
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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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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 10, 2021 21:18:51 GMT -5
The Kor'duran woman's expression fell. "I wish I had answers for you. I wish they were the right answers." She felt a lump in her throat, and she brought a hand up to her neck in an attempt to soothe it. "Alas, I do not know."
For another while, they were silent and just walked as dutifully as they could. It gave Khepri time to think, and it was perhaps too much time. Was there anyone she missed? Not the bulk of her family, not her nest, that was for sure. There was, however, one person that she at least wished was alright, even if she did not wish to see him. She also hoped that her people as a whole had not perished in the great flood. Not all of them were scornful and so bound by tradition that they would turn a blind eye to corruption. Duralai deserved to live, as did the customs of the Kor'dura that were not steeped in power and deception.
As they walked, they came upon a place upon the bank where a boulder jutted high above. "Give me but one moment, I'll look out over the lake to make sure we're going in the right direction," she said, bounding towards it. She flapped her wings hard, stirring the ground around her as she leaped off the rock and over the lake, approaching a small island an acre offshore.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 10, 2021 23:23:23 GMT -5
It was hard, very hard. After spending decades getting used to the deserts and all the Southlander buggers with their bangles and their hookahs and whatever other nonsense from the Soralan to the Arridi sands there was to offer he was now to deal with all the completely different and unique biting insects and General Gobbledigooks with their tribes in whatever the hell this new world was. Already twice some buggers probably awoken here like him tried chucking spears at the man's direction which of course got corresponding punishment once he was done polishing the scratches off of his plates. They were a vanity item of course, completely impractical in this rugged terrain with their weight and their clanking and all the heat absorbed. But he had spent years learning to wear them in the desert with his now admittedly missing cape, he would learn to wear it in these wilds.
This likely reflected some element of the man's personality as where others would try to adapt to the environment he kicked the environment in the soft bits until it relented and he could do as he damn well pleased; he could not live down having his agency taken away from him, not to speak of the fruits of said agency. It wasn't to say of course that he was entirely ignorant of his surroundings for with his messer he carefully cut through branches in his way and at least tried not to crack too many branches underfoot. He did not really fear wild nonsense but who knew exactly what dwelled in these foreign parts that might want the drop on him. Come to think of it, it had been a while since that boar. Perhaps it could be nice if something got the drop on him, things like wolves and bears had a good bit of meat on their bones. With that in mind he suddenly stopped caring about the crunching he left underfoot and the clanking of his majestic panoply. Rather than stepping around a stump he loudly gave the thing a kick to turn it into splinters, starting a song both to get more critters attention and to distract him from all the utter shite he was having to deal with.
An Iron Fist 'pon lance's shaft, A left grasps his reins, That's how a Knight plies his craft, Whilst his sword flashes his name....
Where the hell was he anyway? He heard water nearby, that much was certain.
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