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| Tweet Topic Started: May 24 2012, 08:27 PM (272 Views) | |
| Wallace | May 24 2012, 08:27 PM Post #1 |
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Sílfide held on tightly to the branch by which she hung, keeping perfectly still, her eyes focused on her target: a large rodent, the capybara. But she did not know it was called this; to her, it was dinner. While one hand held onto the strong base of a branch and her feet pushed against the side of a tree, the other held a tube the length of her forearm to her mouth. She waited for just the right moment, holding her breath, her eyes drying out as she kept her eyes on her prey. It was still moving, still roaming, still... still... There. No sooner had the rodent stopped moving, she finally released her breath, propelling a sharp dart from the tube and into the neck of the capybara. The strong poison immediately kicked in, making the oversize rodent immediately lay down, falling asleep. She stopped, listening to the sound of the forest. She must not forget that she isn't the only predator on the prowl. But there were no sounds out of the ordinary, not yet, at least. She quickly descended down the tall tree, jumping when she got to a point and using her crippled wings to glide to the soft forest floor. She sauntered over casually to the downed capybara and knelt before it. She looked upon it with sadness for a moment, and then pulled a book from the back of her belt, a book with a cover of bark and pages of sewn leaves and the ink used to write in its almost alien language being the red juice of berries. She flipped through the pages a bit until she found the passage she had been searching for. She cleared her throat, and whispered, quietly but clearly, in a language unknown to any who were not from the village in which she lived, but has been graciously been translated to English for the sake of the foreigners to that tribe: "'I apologize, friend of the land, that it must end this way. But it is through your sacrifice, and my victory, that Our God shall be glorified and I continue to glorify Him. Your death will not be in vain, as it is part of His plan and His plan shall always exalt Him. May your feelings be not of sadness, but of happiness, not of regret, but of anticipation for the good your death will bring to all and the glory it will bring Our God. Amen.'" She looked upon the animal for a moment more, then set aside the book and drew her kukri. She ended the sleeping animal's life with a quick movement along its neck. Then she lost herself in watching the animal again, though with a different look in her eyes. A look of regret, rather than sadness, as if it were the life of a higher creature such as a human or Mobian that she had taken rather than a glorified rat. But she knew not of humans, not yet. All she knew were the various anthromorphs that were her fellow tribesmen and -women. |
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| Juice | May 24 2012, 08:54 PM Post #2 |
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Naasir casually slithered over to where Silfide was reciting a passage from her strange book again. Naasir clapped his hands almost silently and put one arm around Silfide. "Magnificent." Naasir mocked Silfide. "I honestly will never understand you, or that book." Naasir informed Silfide, "Why do you carry it around anyway? Its just extra weight." Naasir believed in almost nothing but the good of his people and self survival. Not exactly in that order. Naasir slowly circled around Silfide and pulled out several knives and began juggling them. He had to be especially careful when doing this, being as the knives were poisoned with a venom that would turn you completely numb and knock you out for several hours. "So my father may teach me how to smith so I can make myself a scythe. Truly a weapon fit for me, wouldn't you say, deary?" Naasir teased Silfide. He never really meant anything he said, and didn't intend for the teasing to be in anyway harmful, though he knew the feeling of hurting someone special very severely, almost beyond repair. It had nearly cost him his mother's life. That taught him to be less reckless, though he was an anaconda. He could barely stand next to someone without hurting them in some way. Naasir caught all of the knives by the hilt, stopped in place and slipped them back into his cloak. He began feeling the scars on his face, remembering how he got each. The one that ran right down the middle of his right eye was caused by a fight between him and his father after he had damaged his mother and caused her to rest in bed for what may be the rest of her life. The one right below was caused by him playing around with his knives, he hated explaining that scar to anyone with a burning passion. It was a sign of weakness, that he had a weak point. Somebody one day would exploit it, he knew for a fact. The scar right below his left eye was caused by an accident while playing around in his father's forge. And last, and certainly least was the one he had gotten the first year of his life when he got into the kitchen knives. It would have been much more severe if it hadn't been for his mother. That's what stung the most. Edited by Juice, May 24 2012, 09:28 PM.
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| Wallace | May 25 2012, 08:47 AM Post #3 |
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Had she not known Naasir all her life, Sílfide might have jumped from the sudden touch and sound. But she, perhaps more than anyone, knew how silently he could move. She rolled her eyes at the comment, saying, "You don't hassle me about my beliefs, and I won't hassle you about your nonbeliefs. Remember?" She shrugged off his arm, and then went to work preparing and bagging the animal. She couldn't help but smile when he began juggling his extremely dangerous knives and making subtle, sarcastically flirtatious remarks. "I don't see the real practical use in scythes," she teased, "but if that's what you think is fit for you, I can't deny it." She knew he was joking, and he knew she was joking, or so she hoped. Besides, if he weren't joking, that would be a problem. She couldn't like him, not in that way, and she'd made it clear by her constantly asking him for advice about Naadia, a girl her age from the village. She was just too shy around her to do anything about her feelings, and it frustrated her to no end. Still, she told Naasir about it everyday, hoping he didn't much mind being used as a soundboard for her to bounce her frustration and despair off of. After she had finished skinning, gutting, and bagging the capybara, she leaned against a tree, wiping the blood off of her kukri with her shirt. "I bet you haven't even bagged a thing since we started this morning, have you?" |
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| Juice | May 25 2012, 01:31 PM Post #4 |
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Naasir went completely silent and stared at the ground for a few minutes. "I'm sorry." Naasir told Silfide as he tried to meet her eyes. Naasir tried to think of concepts and things he believed in, though after several minutes of silence he gave up. As he already knew, he only believed two things very strongly. Survival and the good of his people. If he couldn't have one, he decided life would instantaneously become pointless. So that's why he was out here every day, to put food on the plates of the families in the tribe. "Really?" ,Naasir raised one eyebrow "I think one would definitely fit me." He was being sarcastic, he told Silfide constantly how he wanted to someday craft a sickle in his father's forge. Of course, that probably wouldn't happen, at least not in his father's forge. He was too dangerous, too destructive. His father reminded him every time he asked about the forge that smithing had more to do with mental focus than it did strength. Naasir never would have believed his father if he hadn't beaten him in every sparring match they had. He was much bigger than his father in weight, height, and muscle mass. "I have not." Naasir responded. "I'm still trying to develop this new poison," Naasir informed Silfide "Remember what happened last night? The poison getting injected into the meat? Early bedtimes for most of the town?" Naasir chuckled. The poison had ended up making the people who ate his meat pass out after the first bite. He had to deal with a lot of angry consumers this morning. |
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| Wallace | May 25 2012, 07:21 PM Post #5 |
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"No need for apology," Sílfide said, looking up at Naasir and his solemnness. "How could I not?" She laughed. "You know that I think your experiments are important, but you really shouldn't be, I don't know, testing it on half the village?" She freaked out when her grandmother took a bite of the meat last night at dinner and fell unconscious. Still, she couldn't help but smile at the stupid things Naasir did. She put away her kukri and stood up off the tree. She looked up, trying to see if she could look through the canopy here, but quickly gave up. "I'll see what time it is," she said, and then turned to climb the tree she'd been leaning on. She was a natural when it came to climbing trees, and her light frame allowed her to climb even the slenderest of branches. Finally she broke through the canopy, took note of the fact that the sun was directly overhead, and began to climb back down. When she was nearing the forest floor in her descent, she called down to Naasir, "It's high noon, so we should probably be heading back soon." She jumped off after a point and glided to the ground. |
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| Juice | Jun 23 2012, 05:51 PM Post #6 |
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"I wasn't trying to honestly," Naasir responded and then cracked a grin. "But it was pretty funny, wasn't it?" Naasir tended to have a sick sense of humor, or so he had been told. Multiple times. When she suggested heading back Naasir’s smile faded, he wasn’t particularly wanted at the village, especially because of his destructive nature. “I uh…Wanted to try perfecting the…Poison. So the food I bring back doesn’t knock the village out. I thought it might uh…Help.” Naasir stuttered as he searched for an excuse not to return to the village. He couldn’t blame the people that hated him, he was more trouble than he was worth. |
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| Wallace | Oct 13 2012, 04:49 PM Post #7 |
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She noticed his anxiety, and nodded. "Alright, we'll stay a while." She didn't talk to many people at the village. Really, she only ever talked to her grandmother, Naasir, and when she could work up the courage, Naadia. So she wasn't really aware that Naasir wasn't well liked. "Let's not go that way, though," she said, thumbing north. "That's to Tenshitochi." Tenshitochi was the land of the tenshi and akuma, the angels and demons, that surrounded the village and inner forest where their tribe lived, according to the holy Kyoten. She knew the Kyoten forbid access to this land, for it was only where the dead were carried and placed, to live among the tenshi and akuma as equals in their afterlife. Your actions in life determined whether you returned as tenshi or akuma. |
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| Juice | Feb 2 2013, 01:23 PM Post #8 |
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He was glad that she respected him not wanting to return to the village. It was nice that there was at least one person in the village that could empathize with him, and understand the good that he was trying to achieve. Naasir was never particularly popular in the village, and his neighbors generally hated the sight of him, but he was still a good man, trying to feed families. Naasir wasn't much for religion, however he could respect Silfide's wariness of what lay beyond their home and hunting grounds. "Yeah, uh, what's Tenshitochi again? Something about demons and angels right?" Naasir inquired about the land that Silfide was intent on avoiding. If she could respect him not wanting to go back to the village, the least he could do is be empathetic about her religion. Although the land that lay beyond was always so interesting, and all those stories couldn't really be true could they? About the land that teems with angels and demons, and karma. |
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| Wallace | Feb 2 2013, 03:08 PM Post #9 |
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"Tenshitochi," she began, sounding a bit annoyed as if out of habit, "if you had paid attention in school, is the sacred place where the tenshi and akuma live, and where we go when we die." She gripped the small Kyoten on her belt. "You ought to read this, some day. "Our beings are too corrupt to go there. Maybe when I'm a higher priestess..." She shrugged. "We're not going. Let's just go this way." She begins walking as if there was an invisible line she was trying not to cross, constantly going in a bit of a curve as if inside a wall. |
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| Juice | Feb 2 2013, 03:14 PM Post #10 |
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Naasir followed behind, but much slower than Silfide. It wasn't his fault, how could he resist a place that was forbidden to his tribe? He was an atheist anyway, and the whole tribe already hated him, why would it matter to him if he was cast out of the tribe for disobeying? While Silfide minded the line that separated their hunting grounds from the angels and demons, Naasir couldn't be bothered to give a care. He started drifting further and further from Silfide, until he had more than crossed the technical boundary. Naasir was in the land of angels and demons, but he couldn't really see much difference. It still just felt like the trees that he looked at, but not dare touch for fear of being hated by Silfide. He couldn't stop himself though, it was something he'd wondered about all his life, he needed to see what really lay beyond these trees. "So, tell me, Silfide, what would happen if I crossed the boundary!?" Naasir questioned Silfide, standing next to the trees that shrouded the land that lay beyond them. |
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| Wallace | Feb 6 2013, 03:46 PM Post #11 |
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"Don't," she called back sternly, still walking along the border and not turning back to face him. "It wouldn't be wise. You'd come back a disfigured wretch, if at all, and that's not something I want to have to look at everyday for the rest of my life." She turned back then, and noticed how close he was to crossing over. "Stop!" she yelled at him. "It's forbidden to go there! You'll be banished from the village, or worse!" She started walking up to him, nervous due to her own proximity to the Tenshitochi. |
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| Juice | Feb 6 2013, 04:01 PM Post #12 |
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"Relax," Naasir assured her, "I'm just curious, I'll come back." Naasir began slowly approaching Silfide, "Careful, don't want to cross the border." He reminded her, as she was growing dangerously close to the border. "Hopefully nobody saw that," Naasir sighed, "As much as I dread going back to the village each day, it's home." He reminded himself. "It's been a long day," Naasir sighed, "Perhaps it's time for us to head home." He began walking out of the forest as he pulled out a knife and threw it in the air ahead of them, then slithered faster towards it to catch it. Naasir turned towards Silfide as he faked throwing the knife he just threw in the air, "Catch." |
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