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Post by Ghost on Dec 14, 2014 12:22:59 GMT -7
Tall and fair skinned, even after weeks of working day shift in the blistering city sun, all the false man made stone super heating the environment to fever pitches. Fair white hair falling loose to his shoulders under a matched white bandana, soaked through with the sweat of his labor. His mussel rippled ever so slightly as he shifted the canvas bag on his shoulder, the ill fitting blue collared work shirt straining at his shoulder, the seams already fraying slightly with the pull across his chest, the fabric tight around his bicep even as it hung loose about his thin waist. He heaved the last large sack up from the pallet and onto the conveyor next to him while several other co workers stood always in marvel, for it took at least two of the strong men here on the yard to lift a single bag.
"Deo!" A man with grease on his face yelled from across the yard, and he had to repeat himself twice more moving closer still before the fair skinned fellow heard him at last. "Deo..."
"Dio..." The fair haired youth corrected, now that the fellow with grease on his face stood practically next to him. The man with grease on his face just grinned nodding to the correction.
"Dio, your going to work yourself out of a job like that." He was pulling an envelope out of his jacket and counting money from it before handing it to Dio. "Keep that up and we won't need anyone else on the yard." He chuckled now. "Come back tomorrow and I'll have more for you to do."
Dio glanced at the others still working and wondered why he could not help them finish but their seemed to be many things he did not understand about this place still, so he nodded accepting the money rather then ask questions that marked him as the outsider he was. Grabbing up his empty pallet he headed for the gate. "Tomorrow then....same time?" He asked already walking away.
"Try sleeping in this time!" His supervisor called back still laughing, knowing that the man would come in before they unlocked the gate the next morning. The foreigner was a good worker.
Once outside the gate Dio tossed the pallet up onto a pile of similar empty pallets all the while sliding his feet free of the flip flops on his feet, stooping to grab them up, his toes grateful to feel the gravel and dirt under his feet even if the ground was tainted with pollution. He scratched absently at the folds of his bandana and debated weather to head to the store or to the park first....his hands absently unbuttoning the restraining blue work shirt to reveal sweat soaked white fabric underneith.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 9:57:22 GMT -7
She stood in silence of the shade of trees with a soft breeze teasing the ends on her hair while she looked about her, as her Guardian Lorenda explained, this was what they called a forested park. She thought it a odd word..."Park". She shook her head as it was explained to her. This was a place where people came to enjoy the great out doors, away from the city..........."City". another odd word and a place, that made her skin itch and her nose wrinkle at the ghastly smells and sounds, that assaulted her sense. All the while, wondering why so many tribes would want to live, in such a confining and crowded place."Wintertears? Winter?!" Lorenda raised her tone just a bit to make her young but old friend pause in her circle of endless thought, and raise soft brilliant green eye to her."yes?" Lorenda glided quietly to her side and placed a ghostly hand upon her shoulder."rest your mind. Soon enough you will understand and grasp all that is around you. You have the untainted woods behind you, where safety is there if needed.You have been lost in the taint a long time. Time does not stand still outside it." Winter wrinkled her tiny nose while nodding as she spoke." Yes I do understand that much. it's.........it's the drastic changes I am finding very hard to grasp.....and these new words....elc.....elec..electricity........auto mobile......plane. And what my eyes see................and you explain to me that I am now no more then a story?" She fell silent turning away as she walked deeper into the woods off the well traveled paths laid for humans following the sounds of water to a stream not far away softly speaking again."I have you..but I am alone.......You state otherwise but it is just me here, so the feeling of alone-ness does not fade." She fell silent again as she knelt beside the stream, seating herself to slip off her soft sol moccasins to place so small feet into a ice cold water. Lorenda stood by in silence this time watching her with understanding and sympathy knowing there was nothing she could do to bring her back to a time forgotten and taken from her friend.
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 10:37:10 GMT -7
Dio decided checking his traps first was preferred to remaining in the throng for the moment, after the days labor he needed some fresher air then the concrete jungle provided with its restrained foliage and ever traveling garbage. His feet leading the way without effort even on the hot asphalt at the marked cross walks, he had already learned that walking across these solid black river whenever one wanted was not a great idea with the madness caused to humans by the things called cars. His nails scrapped as he spread his toes trying to work his mussels into a soothed acceptance of the extra layer of clothing for just a little longer. A sigh of relief escaping him when he reached the first ridge of trees upon passing the park sign, a little deeper and he could already feel the more natural essences alive under the soil. He was peeling his frame free of the blue work shirt, his chest and shoulders grateful for the freedom to this provided. His chest was covered with a white silk fabric tucked into his jeans on his wrists he bore gauntlets of polished ivory white crossed with black onyx tiger strips. He carried the blue shirt in one hand tossed carefree against his shoulder so that the fabric now hung down his back. His eyes darting about now to check for signs of his traps having been disturbed even as his nostrils breathed deep the air seeking to know if he would receive unwanted human company. What he did not expect to smell however was the misplaced and powerful aroma of something to long in the umbra. The hair on the back of his neck rose in response and his wight shifted onto the balls of his toes as he shifted his stance downward his tail twitching against his skin still trapped uncomfortably close in his shirt and jeans. His traps now forgotten, something was here....
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -7
*feeling a bit sorry for her self still mourning the loss of friends and family gone ages ago with time but seemed only but a few years to her a tear slid down a strong cheek bone as the wind shifted and changed. Inhaling deeply as if to quiet a sob that never escaped her lips,well honed senses kicked in, from being lost so long in the nightmare she escaped with help from Lorenda and those not tainted creatures. Her hackles raised on the back of her neck ready to transform in a moment, her head turned inhaling deeply of a very familiar, but odd scent, as her nostrils flared. Moving quickly, her feet no longer soaking, she now knelt ready to sprint in a moment as a soft growl escaped from her human form. All the while the tension built as she watched and waited. All thoughts of the moment before lost. Had any human been close they been shocked to hear such a sound pass from someone who looked so delicate in frame and stature, and even more so at the speed she had moved.*
*lorenda turned away looking in the same direction.* " be at ease.we are no longer in the umbra. Your safe. The untouched heaven is but a stones toss from this stream."
*Winter never moved, appearing as if frozen in place her green eyes taking in everything even as she listened intently, as the scent came riding upon the breeze, strong with the scent of a male close by... without the stench of the umbra. Her stance never changed as her muscles shifted just slightly relaxing, all the while her apprehension made her weary, For she new, she must still stink of the taint, she was saved from.Not once acknowledging Lorenda had said a word.*
*she took another deep breath this time tasting his sweat and musk with the hint of the city she avoided, to whisper*"I am not taint." saying nothing else letting her words be carried away on the breeze to reach him. Her eyes shifting to judge the distance of the haven provided not far from her.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 17:58:04 GMT -7
Not taint but taint lingered on. The concept was not lost to him but his steps edged him forward with a caution learned not from fear but a healthy respect of danger. His words when they came were even and held a certain commanding nature in them though they were not in any sense an order. "I am called Diogeniss of the Khan, wolf-kin." Revealing this much meant that he knew very deeply about these things, he was not a newly awakened nor a lost child. Depending her past linage she would recognize Khan as a clan of the Cat Kin, then again, the age of her life may dictate that the clans then knew nothing of the other beast kin but for a few elders. "Whom do I address and why have you appeared in my present domain?" He had sensed nothing to indicate her entrance from the outside roads unless she had come from deeper within? That was dangerous terrain beyond cliffs of the forest. She had some kind of spirit with her, powerful but pure, his concern was if it might be in danger from the lingering scent of taint but the burning in his nostrils was off put by the gentile nature of the voice. His hand reached for the concealed handle of his cursed Klave anyway just in case, his steps bringing him slowly to the source. He had a natural sense to protect what he could even if he held no attachment with it.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 18:39:12 GMT -7
*Lorenda suddenly faded from her charge to appear boldly in this cats path.* Do not come any where near her. Wood spirits protect this one.......One that was earned."*She glared down where his hand was placed upon his weapon. knowing even as she spoke he had well meaning behind his actions.*"She is no threat to me or those here."* Suddenly she looked down as if saddened and faded to appear by her charges side once more.*
*Winter herd his words but remained silent and she tried to gain her voice and recall the strange tongue Lorenda and the others spent such time teaching her to speak. She appeared startled in but a moment as she herd her friend/guardian defend her, only to realize in the moment she was gone.as her thoughts digested this act of protecting her.she was suddenly by her side again and she nodded encouraging her to speak. I am Uktna...The original, all dead. only me left from them. Winter Tears. Lorenda and forest brought me here to this strange place...escaped from umbra. No not who you are...You do not belong.*she turned to her friend ready to flee, not sure she was ready to meet another the same but VERY different to her. Perhaps she been left alone with said creatures and spirits for far to long.*
*Lorenda shook her head* No, he is no threat. comes here often. calm.
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 18:54:15 GMT -7
She was lost then in a manner, separated by whatever cause from that which she knew. That made them very alike. His hand dropping from his weapon even as the spirit vanished. No Danger, this had been his concern. "We are alike then...I am lost as well." He had been on a trip with others but their had been poachers and they had been separated. The cages had been small and their had been much blood, other men had come chasing the poachers and then their had been darkness and he had woken in a zoo in this city. Not exactly a compelling story. He itched at his bandana his ears straining in the confines of his hair and the fabric but uncertain of revealing them yet as well. He had been taught that the Gurou did not take well to a metis born the way the Bestet did. "I am....a very large cat." She had stated she did not know Khan that left to reason she did not know what he was at all so he went with simple. "Talking at this distance....is difficult for me." He was lucky to get the gist of the conversation thus far without reading lips to do it.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 19:42:55 GMT -7
"cat" she repeated the word as the translation at last kicked in.* "come closer to hear then deaf lost cat. not same lost as you."*If he could have seen her expression he seen the frustration in her grasping English as they called it, especially sense she was still nervous even if a bit perhaps re leaved at least there was another here different like her, that was not one who drank blood of other living things to stay alive? vampire......he was not vampire.*"come then. no claws. no teeth. peace trues."* Her stance remained while she watched a waited. She would sprint for safety before she strike. He was not of the taint, so no threat to those here.*
Lorenda watched on in silence and waited. it was a start, so she must be patient like the other living beings who also watched over her friend, trying to help her adapt in what was now a strange and bizarre world for her now..let alone full of the white skins that had not been there in their time but now invaded their once wild and beautiful place, with their disgusting cities and trash, killing anything that got in their way to being bigger. no room left except for places like this and nature more deadly then this new pestilence that appeared determined to stay, even the plague faded back into it's own dark places. But not this.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 21:16:31 GMT -7
He wasn't deaf. He just...didn't hear well with his ears bound to his head! Not that he would say so much, how degrading. He walked without comment to the type of lost each of them was. His foot falls deliberate as he entered her line of site, he held his arms out holding only his work shirt in one hand and a pair of flip flops in the other. "Peace it is." His bandana was making his head itch but he had long ago learned to ignore these twinges, his long hair cascading thick down the sides of his head to hide his lack of normal human ears. The calluses on his feet a testament to the fact he hated modern shoes. His insane Glaive the only thing that still twisted in spiritual protest.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 22:49:51 GMT -7
*she watched his approach as he appeared from the shadows of the many trees. her expression un-readable as she looked him up and down and only nodded when she noticed his arms out stretched and as promised carried no weapons in his hands. She stood then. small and well framed to her form. muscles rippling where they should. Relaxed, but in a moment could react to strike, or flee. She nodded to him standing bare foot, covered in doe skin not seen in generations. beads made of bone showing where she once stood as second in line to lead her tribe in the subtle but intricate designs made with such love and care. a machine had not made the dress she wore nor a medal needle with unnatural thread. Her hair loose hanging freely to kiss a tiny waist as black as a raven wing to appear almost blue. her eyes a deep glowing green showing well arched brows a strong jaw with a chin showing showing just how stubborn or determined she could be. her skin the color of soft copper kissed by the sun slowly removing the unhealthy gray that once covered her person. Her eye giving away her emotions where her expressions showed nothing. she lifted her arm pointing to the strange thing covering his ears* "take off. maybe hear better." *suddenly her eyes looked as if they sparked as her hackles raised again and she glared at his.weapon? on his side and growled again. *Taint........kill it.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 23:26:33 GMT -7
His ears hugged his head at her mention of removing the bandana revealing these oddities about himself when he had become accustomed to hiding them in society? She had all the manners of her obvious age, straight to the point. Not necessarily a bad thing. Her outfit said a lot about the gap between their type of lost. Her story was certainly more interesting then his at this point though who had heard of a white Khan in an age where they were nearly extinct anyway? Didn't matter since she didn't know exactly what he was anyway. She was as much a legend and she obviously had nothing to help ease her into this...well a lot had changed hadn't it in the two hundred or so years since the time of Natives. He'd just been raised in a secluded jungle sanctuary most of his life...she had been trapped in the deep Umbra! He might have obliged her request to remove his bandana had she not mentioned the destruction of his glaive, which he shielded instantly with the hand bearing his shirt. HE had actually missed the part of being tainted but he had very clearly heard kill it...normally this reaction was reserved for MAD spirit he clung to his person as his weapon. "Please! It is a very precious gift, the spirit, has gone mad is all." Not a lot of difference, a faintly thin line at best. His other hand dropping his sandals to pull the bandana free of his head revealing a fuzzy pair of ears amongst the white strands all now suffering the effect of modern static. He needed to hear....preferably clearly.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 23:52:37 GMT -7
*she shook her head* Taint......*she suddenly slipped into the language of the umbra she learned so long ago without thought* It is tainted, mad.who would gift such a cursed item...it will taint or kill you given the chance. *she shuttered at those she lost even before being given one of two choices. she enter the umbra, or the umbra kill her closest friend. Now with her in spirit. the choice had been made instantly, no thought, but for her friend and her village, while knowing if Lorenda sacrificed herself, it would only be the beginning not the end. she went, and the umbra was unable to try and make such demands again. The pain of such losses of the past very apparent in her eyes.*
*Lorenda knew where her friends thoughts went, and with soft voice spoke.* Calm this is not then, this is now......The white mans beleafs are so different, the umbra is weak but strong.....must have beleaf to be strong, it no longer has that. The white man kills myths with denying it, then killing it, if it grows to strong."
*She turned looking to Dio......you must help her understand. I am only a spirit, now and limited from being forgotten by the now. She would appear not right, sense others can't see me.....why we keep her safe here. your..........weapon. I know the story, but she does not.she has not long been freed from the tundra. It is why the scent is so strong on her, and her understanding is lost with the smell, noises and confusion with the decay and rot. It is over whelming to the senses, and the chaos, of this time even confuses many spirits. She is a gentle soul....but powerful or she died well before I came to her. help her.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 4, 2015 0:45:12 GMT -7
"It's my fault its MAD!" He spat back in the same language now, "I was to young...." But he had needed a powerful weapon to survive then, his blue eyes fell as he pulled the weapon free, not with any menace at all, just to show the full effect of the blade its handle held firm but not to strike. "Even though I was young, it gave me its power. I crafted the blade and bound it but..." His words trailed off here. He, a child, had crafted a Grand Glaive and would have succeeded but for one tiny detail, the powerful spirit was driven into madness. Such a thing should not have been possible it took Masters at the craft, Elders, to produce a Grand Glaive, these weapons were marks of great honor, even in their lesser form. No youth could have created one, driven the spirit into madness through neglect maybe...all the signs of craftsmanship bore witness to his statement however and the blade itself was very well maintained, not a single sign of neglect shown. The subtle scars on his pale hands and the way the spirit contained with in though Mad recognized and responded to his hand. ~Where is thy enemy....where...let me lay waist to him...let me burn his sin into his flesh,Into his bone. I will let them see. Let me rip. Let me tear, LET ME kill them! ....Where?....Where is your Enemy...Let me bring them to their knees....Let them see their error....Where? Where is thy enemy?~
"I was afraid...and it went mad." Not one of his better moments, even now he was young though he had learned a great deal more alone then in the care so many caretakers. "I think I can save it still but the blade must remain intact till then." The tip of one ear twitching as the static shot across the strands of hair and into the nerve making it itch once more and again he restrained himself from scratching at it for he had learned that in this attire it only generated more static and made it worse. "I don't know what help I can be, for trust is hard earned when I have nothing to show to earn it. I am another stranger in a land far stranger then that which she came..." He contemplated a moment. "Though whom else in this age can speak in spirits tongues but some one trained to be entrusted with the care of those things?" But how would she of so long ago know this? Had it been different then? Maybe everyone then could speak this way. No one had ever told him actually just it seemed not many knew it when he asked...and again that had been back home in the jungles not in the taint filled cities of America....Where he didn't even know exactly where home was in relation to where he was. His tail thrashed irritably against his middle and caught under his belt pulling his shirt uncomfortably and forcing him to change his course of thought to pulling the shirt free of his jeans so it didn't tug at his shoulders anymore.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 4, 2015 1:14:06 GMT -7
*she could only tilt her head listening to him as she watched his weapon and herd it's voice and his as he tried to explain. her startlment lost in hearing them both after he pulled it to show her. her response or reaction was to step back and growl at it, not him. shaking herself. unknowing to him, to pay attention the what he said while reading his truths and or untruths. seeing no lie was spoken.she jumped back seeing the strange sparks only those like them could see.* remove those bindings and swim.you will knock us both out with the lightening that dances off you. it is the gods.they do not like what you wear and the smell that clings to you." She growled again stepping further back from him as her senses told what be weary of not her eyes.she has learned this quickly in the umbra.* your weapon then I will agree not to destroy for the moment for your reasons only if you remove*she pointed then to the disgusting things he wore.* and swim.* she turned her back then.giving him the trust he had not . It was by his distraught sheer honesty he gained this showing he back exposed her enough to wound and kill her maybe, but it was not something she had done in ages lost in the umbra.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 4, 2015 1:27:54 GMT -7
Lightning?...."Its static...if you roll in the dirt, or sit in the sun to long it happens naturally....this just expedites the process." He lowered the blade setting it down on his work shirt and stripped free of the jeans to reveal another layer of simple white fabric the same as his under shirt, light in nature and just as durable for being natural fiber. His tail lashing about now irritated for having been stifled in the hot abrasive fabric, it moved rather with its own intent though it was just as much his irritation at having to conceal it in such an uncomfortable fashion. His legs bore the same style bracers that his arms wore. Still clothed in this natural fabric he moved swift and agile into the water, for like any large cat who was to hot to care, the water was not such a terrible thing. "Better?" He asked at last from the shallows his hair now stuck to his head and falling down his back, his clothing clinging to him and his wet tail trailing heavily across the surface from the shear wight of the water in its fur.
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