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Post by Dawg on Dec 27, 2013 22:00:11 GMT 8
Collete quietly stalks in the forest, bordering Wiken Territory. Although it was often discouraged to go so near the border, Collete couldn't help it. All the good meat are near the Wikens. The forest was dense with diverse fauna; the trees tower the very sky scrapers of South Nirvana, the flowers, bloom with the color and aroma that can rival any fair maiden's face; the sounds of the rustling of the leaves, and the singing of the birds, are sweeter than any Northern Nirvanan music. The Forests of the Wiken truly are a thing to love, and fear.
With her bow and arrow ready in her hand. She crouches to the ground and listens quietly, searching for her new prey. She stays motionless, listening, feeling the earth vibrate around her, the life of the world at her fingertips. She hears a rustling in one of the bushes. Without a sound, she draws her arrow and strikes at a small rabbit.
She opens her eyes, stands up ad goes to her latest kill. As she is about to pick up the poor rabbit, she hears another rustle; different from her usual prey, she can feel an aura of something mysterious and magical. She draws an arrow, but does not strike. She shouts "Who goes there? Answer or I'll shoot!"
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Post by Birb on Dec 27, 2013 22:11:44 GMT 8
Kishen cowers, a small yelp escaping his mouth as he crouches lower to avoid being seen by the stranger. His antlers do him no good though as they stick out from the thicket, but he is unaware of this. He just witnessed what this girl had done to that rabbit and he doesn't want to end up with the same fate, yet he isn't sure how to approach this either. Running will probably just earn him an arrow to the heart.
With his lips trembling, he answered, "K-Kishen is Kishen, miss, and Kishen doesn't want to become like that rabbit." his eyes glance to it and he closes his eyes while placing his hands over his head.
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Post by Dawg on Dec 27, 2013 22:19:07 GMT 8
Upon hearing the voice of the scared Wiken, Collete lowers her bow and walks towards the sad boy. She crouches to where he is hiding, and says with her most neutral voice. "Don't worry. I wont hurt you. I don't like hunting innocent Wiken... You dont have to hide from me. You wont end up like the rabbit..." She pats him on the head, to try to calm him down.
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Post by Birb on Dec 27, 2013 23:10:28 GMT 8
He opens one eye and looks up slightly to see that the girl is crouching down as well, albeit a little too close for comfort. He makes a small 'mmph' sound when he feels her hand pat his head gently but doesn't complain exactly to the action. "Kishen is not used to that." he mutters. "Kishen was just looking for berries to eat. Wiken boy somewhere there had nothing to eat." he stands up slowly and it turns out they're the same height, but the Lumin doesn't really take note of this. He catches her scent, which is a mix of unfamiliar and familiar smells of nature, but perhaps some other place and...blood? He shudders at the thought.
He ponders on what to say next for a moment. "Kishen tell you his name, what about yours? What are you doing in the forest?"
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Post by luthien on Dec 27, 2013 23:44:02 GMT 8
((//luthien jumps in:D
this is my first rp thread post huhu <w>; <3))
All of a sudden, a loud snore shook up some birds off the tree standing high above both the Wiken and the human. A yellowish tail with a spot of dark, auburn fur on the tip sprung out of the leafy branches and swung in the air, tempting anybody curious enough to grab it and pull it-- just to see what would happen.
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Post by Dawg on Dec 27, 2013 23:47:18 GMT 8
She stands up as well, a bit surprised that she and the Wiken share the same height. "Berries you say? How can you tell they're not poisonous." She looks at him with curiosity. She has never met a Wiken like him. Not only is she unfamiliar with his species, his innocent attitude is something she never encountered before in her life. It's like he never knew of the Wiken and human tension that has been happening around him.
She hears him ask her a question. Something about her name, and why she's here. "My name is Collete Ambrose. I was just out hunting... I needed to release some unwanted tension... And I always feel at home in the forest for some reason..." She sighs. "Sorry for threatening you... It's just hard to tell if it's a friend or foe... So better to be safe, than sorry." She gives Kishen an awkward smile.
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Post by Dawg on Dec 27, 2013 23:51:03 GMT 8
((oh my gob heehee )) Collete raises her bow and arrow to the source of the sound, once again ready to strike. She notices the tail and pokes it with the tip of the arrow. After much thought, she pulls the tail with a jerk.
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Post by luthien on Dec 28, 2013 0:03:38 GMT 8
((ahuehuehuehue xD))
With a small "gasp" noise, a feline Wiken, presumably 15 - 16 years of age, fell down into the thicket below with a thud. The boy groggily shook his head, and with eyes squinted, he tried to see who could have possibly--
Oh.
A human.
"Well, that wasn't very friendly, now was it?" he managed to choke out as he sat up, scratching the back of his head.
"Who are you, and what brought you to the forest? I mean, other than your presumed urge to wake me up, that is." A faint smile seemed to be there, but his face was too crumpled up in pain to confirm whether it was so.
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Post by Keppler on Dec 28, 2013 13:35:24 GMT 8
A breeze of cold wind comes across the three beings, Bringing a faint yet noticeable sound of music as it passes their ears and into the sky. The sound gets stronger as if coming towards their position, As if someone is pressing the keys of a Piano softly, As if someone is controlling the movements of the music, The sound seems to have reached them as if the player is just besides them, The sound changes it's pace into a very jolly up-beat music as it surrounds them. Another tree besides them started to move as leaves falls down from the tree yet the Tree does not make a single sound despite the force it shook and the number of leaves falling.
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Xephras
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Can you hear me, Most Righteous One? I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.
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Post by Xephras on Dec 28, 2013 13:54:11 GMT 8
Xephras sits on the soft grass, a notebook on his hand and a pen with him. He sighs as he tears a page to cover up his wounds, as he covers it up, he hears a sound, as if someone is pressing the keys of a piano but he simply shrugs it off. Finishing his treatment, he closes his notebook and stands up, taking his bag and stretches his arms.
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Post by luthien on Dec 28, 2013 13:55:54 GMT 8
The music, lulling and sweet, caused Fiorex' cat ears to somewhat perk up, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, he brought his attention back to the female human under his presence.
"Hello?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her,
"Earth to human, can you hear me?"
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Xephras
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Can you hear me, Most Righteous One? I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.
Posts: 66
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Post by Xephras on Dec 28, 2013 14:06:45 GMT 8
He walks away from where he sat a while back, wandering around the forest, taking a sharp stick as his weapon. As he walks about, he sees a human and what seem to be two wikens or that's what he thinks that is, he notices his poorly wrapped paper bandage peeling off, blood clearly visible. Taking a leaf, he hides behind a bush to tend to the wound once more, listening to their conversation.
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Post by Keppler on Dec 28, 2013 14:13:32 GMT 8
Sirgil rolls upside down, His legs wrapped around the branch of the tree using it as a support as he suspend in the air, He looks at the Human tending his bleeding wounds.
`` Hello!, Do you need help with your wounds? `` He said, Smiling happily at him willing to help.
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Xephras
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Can you hear me, Most Righteous One? I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.
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Post by Xephras on Dec 28, 2013 14:32:55 GMT 8
Xephras lets out a yelp as he sees the wiken, stopping at tending his wounds to look at him.
"um...no..I'm fine.." He says, looking at him.
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Post by Keppler on Dec 28, 2013 14:38:20 GMT 8
Sirgil frowns as he examine the poor placement of the leaves and the papers on his wound.
`` You do need help, You know your wound will get worse if it's not properly treated?, Plus you might die with them than dying because of the natural spirits here..`` Said Sirgil as he rolls down and lands on his foot on the ground, His white wings stretching slightly as he rummage through his bag. At the same time he is using his magic to contain the sounds they are making.
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