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*Poke* Maybe we should work the clans together? So we can come up with something we're both happy with and invested in? :P
Oki doki, then let's get to it! DO we wanna talk setting and plot some more, or do you wanna jump right to characters and work backwards?
How's that look? Sorry if it's bad, I'm a bit fried :P
Reaching under his tunic Viltez makes sure that his tail is securely in place before pushing the door to his hut open and stepping out into the early morning sunlight. The small village of Numeron is already buzzing with early morning traffic as a caravan of dried good that had pulled into town before sunrise call out to the townsfolk to buy their wares before they head out that evening. The hawkers call out from the back of the wagons, waving down the people just exiting their homes for the first time this day. Viltez takes in a deep breath, letting the cool spring air filter deep into his lungs, filling his nostrils with the smell of morning dew and oxen. Turning to look towards the caravan the young man chuckles as a group of village children run about with some from the merchant's kids. They duck under the wagon, and between the oxen in a game of tag.
Pulling his arms above his head he stretches and heads towards the middle of town, kicking his door closed with a foot as he walks away from the little shack. As he passes the small shops just setting up for the morning several of their owners call out and wave at the shaggy haired man.
“Oi, Tezy! Great job the other day!” an old man calls from a shop front, pausing in his sweeping to greet Viltez.
“Thanks Mr. Shogen. Anytime!” He replies with a wave to the owner of the only tailor shop in town. The gray haired old man chuckles and move back inside his shop with his broom in hand. It took some getting use to when the villagers decided to give him a nickname, but by now it only bothered him once in a while.
“Tezy, can you help me with this?” a female voice calls out from his left and as he turns he spots one of the younger girls who work for the local farmer trying to load a large bag of grain on to a pull kart without much success.
“Os!” he replies, quickening his pace. He's at her side a few seconds later and lift the sack easily off the ground and into the kart. Carefully setting it beside the other goods already inside the kart he pats the girl on the shoulder with a smile.
She looks up at him and smiles back. Arching an eyebrow she inquires, “Still using those odd word I see. You’ve been using them since I was too young to think you're cute Tezy.”
He chuckles slightly and gives her a nod. “You're still too young Anna. You'd better hurry or your mother will have your hide for making the cows wait for their treats.” With that he ruffles her hair playfully and continues into town.
“I'm woman enough for it Tezy, and don't you forget it!” She calls, a faint blush evident in her voice. He waves her comment on with a hand and chuckles again.
'Ah, she's still at it. She'll get over me eventually. That young Mr. Porter has a fond eye for her, and he's a good man. I hope she sees that sooner rather than later' Viltez muses. Moving past the firs wagon he inhales deeply, trying to place all the dried goods by smell alone. Most of the grains and dried fruits he recognizes, but a few of the meats seem unfamiliar. He glances over the side of the cart, needed to get on his tip toes to see properly. 'I've never seen anything like that before' he thinks as he spots an odd colored meat. 'I wonder what it tastes like. . . .' His wondering is quickly interrupted as one of the merchants spots him leaning over the edge of the wagon and with a look tells him the action is not appreciated.
With a disarming smile Viltez backs off and heads towards his job for the day. Not far from the visitors an old woman flags the shaggy haired youth down and hands him a list of chores she needs him to do. He gives he a little salute and wordlessly heads to the community work shed for a ladder so he can reach her roof to fix a leak. Pulling the ladder out of the shed he pauses to let the pack of children run by, giggling madly. A few of them slow to give him a smile and wave before taking off full speed down the road after a ball Viltez had made for them out of twine and leather. Setting up the ladder he returns to the shed for supplies.
Pulling his arms above his head he stretches and heads towards the middle of town, kicking his door closed with a foot as he walks away from the little shack. As he passes the small shops just setting up for the morning several of their owners call out and wave at the shaggy haired man.
“Oi, Tezy! Great job the other day!” an old man calls from a shop front, pausing in his sweeping to greet Viltez.
“Thanks Mr. Shogen. Anytime!” He replies with a wave to the owner of the only tailor shop in town. The gray haired old man chuckles and move back inside his shop with his broom in hand. It took some getting use to when the villagers decided to give him a nickname, but by now it only bothered him once in a while.
“Tezy, can you help me with this?” a female voice calls out from his left and as he turns he spots one of the younger girls who work for the local farmer trying to load a large bag of grain on to a pull kart without much success.
“Os!” he replies, quickening his pace. He's at her side a few seconds later and lift the sack easily off the ground and into the kart. Carefully setting it beside the other goods already inside the kart he pats the girl on the shoulder with a smile.
She looks up at him and smiles back. Arching an eyebrow she inquires, “Still using those odd word I see. You’ve been using them since I was too young to think you're cute Tezy.”
He chuckles slightly and gives her a nod. “You're still too young Anna. You'd better hurry or your mother will have your hide for making the cows wait for their treats.” With that he ruffles her hair playfully and continues into town.
“I'm woman enough for it Tezy, and don't you forget it!” She calls, a faint blush evident in her voice. He waves her comment on with a hand and chuckles again.
'Ah, she's still at it. She'll get over me eventually. That young Mr. Porter has a fond eye for her, and he's a good man. I hope she sees that sooner rather than later' Viltez muses. Moving past the firs wagon he inhales deeply, trying to place all the dried goods by smell alone. Most of the grains and dried fruits he recognizes, but a few of the meats seem unfamiliar. He glances over the side of the cart, needed to get on his tip toes to see properly. 'I've never seen anything like that before' he thinks as he spots an odd colored meat. 'I wonder what it tastes like. . . .' His wondering is quickly interrupted as one of the merchants spots him leaning over the edge of the wagon and with a look tells him the action is not appreciated.
With a disarming smile Viltez backs off and heads towards his job for the day. Not far from the visitors an old woman flags the shaggy haired youth down and hands him a list of chores she needs him to do. He gives he a little salute and wordlessly heads to the community work shed for a ladder so he can reach her roof to fix a leak. Pulling the ladder out of the shed he pauses to let the pack of children run by, giggling madly. A few of them slow to give him a smile and wave before taking off full speed down the road after a ball Viltez had made for them out of twine and leather. Setting up the ladder he returns to the shed for supplies.
Oki doki, I can wait patiently :P
In simplest terms, "ed" is past and "s" is present.
Past - Walked, smiled, licked, and stuff like Fought, bought, shot, things with the "ot" sound.
Present - Fights, lights, bites, tries, sees, flees.
That's put in the simplest terms. There are some exceptions, but for the most part my first statement stands.
Past - Walked, smiled, licked, and stuff like Fought, bought, shot, things with the "ot" sound.
Present - Fights, lights, bites, tries, sees, flees.
That's put in the simplest terms. There are some exceptions, but for the most part my first statement stands.
His fingers move swiftly over the boy's body, desperate to assess his injuries quickly. There's a catch in the back of his own throat as the boy stumbles over his word, tears coming to his eyes. Kiel bites his lip and bites back a string of curses aimed at whoever hurt him. “It's alright, you're safe here.” he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing. “You don't have to be afraid. No one will hurt you here.” He stands up and coaxes the boy's arms over his head as he pulls off the kid's soaked top. He feels his stomach drop as he sees the fresh wounds on his now exposed torso. Noticing his own bare chest he reaches over to where his nightgown lay settled atop the books on his small table beside the chair before stepping across the room to grab a towel out of his closet.
Making his way back to the young man's side he place it gently atop his head and he moves his hand softly across the plush fabric in an attempt to dry the boy's hair. “Don't worry little one. I won't let anyone lay a hand on you again.” His voice is soft but fierce. 'I can't stand this. Why does stuff like this happen!?' Despite his inner turmoil his voice remains soft. Kneeling down in front of the kid he tugs the towel slightly so that it settles on the boy's shoulders.
“I'm going to put some tea on and get some hot water ready so I can clean up these wounds. Try and dry off a bit more while I get the stuff ready, kay?” His hands drop down to settle atop the boy's own and he flinches internally at just how cold they feel. He stands quickly and slides over to the thermostat. Cranking it up so that the heat kicks on he moves over to the hot dual plates on his table and plugs them in. Pulling out a pot and his kettle from beneath his little sink he fills them both with water and sets them to boil. All the while he keeps half an eye on the boy in case he needs something. While he waits for the water to boil he turns back to his closet and pulls out a pair of pants for the kid to change into once the wounds are treated.
Making his way back to the young man's side he place it gently atop his head and he moves his hand softly across the plush fabric in an attempt to dry the boy's hair. “Don't worry little one. I won't let anyone lay a hand on you again.” His voice is soft but fierce. 'I can't stand this. Why does stuff like this happen!?' Despite his inner turmoil his voice remains soft. Kneeling down in front of the kid he tugs the towel slightly so that it settles on the boy's shoulders.
“I'm going to put some tea on and get some hot water ready so I can clean up these wounds. Try and dry off a bit more while I get the stuff ready, kay?” His hands drop down to settle atop the boy's own and he flinches internally at just how cold they feel. He stands quickly and slides over to the thermostat. Cranking it up so that the heat kicks on he moves over to the hot dual plates on his table and plugs them in. Pulling out a pot and his kettle from beneath his little sink he fills them both with water and sets them to boil. All the while he keeps half an eye on the boy in case he needs something. While he waits for the water to boil he turns back to his closet and pulls out a pair of pants for the kid to change into once the wounds are treated.
We only get to a chapter every few months, so not too far yet, but it's shaping up! I'll be working on my response now :P
A fog seems to cloud his mind as Chall struggles to wake himself. Something feels very off. His mind reels, recalling the chase and the conclusion, making him panic even further at the softness of whatever he's resting on. 'Grass and stone. A field. I was with. . .with some sheep. It's too warm, too soft. I've been moved. Where? Who?' A low growl rumbles out from between his slightly parted lips as each thought runs ever so slowly across his mind. His usual sharp intuition and understandings being tampered with upsets him almost more than the thought of being moved in his sleep by persons unknown. A fur covered ear snaps to the side at the sound of a crackling fire and the young mage draws in several deep breaths. Using what little power he can pull from the nearby element he fights through the fog and drags his eyes open.
The first thing his mind comes to note is that he's in some building made of wood. Having grown up in a castle for the most part he feels a strange bemusement at the thought of resting in a wooden structure. His eyes trail slowly from the roof to the source of the flickering light casting odd shadows across the room. The fireplace, almost near enough for him to reach out and touch, radiates a comforting warmth. Despite his still near panic at the situation Chall takes the fire as a good sign. He can use it should he need to fight. If perhaps those people had caught him and brought him here to 'Have a little fun with him' in the comfort of their own home.
A strange smell makes his nose twitch and even as he turns to find it's source he recognizes the scent of healing herbs. Finding the cloth laying upon his wounded shoulder, the source of the smell, his mind fills with an entirely new set of ideas on where he is. But before he can do little more than gain a flickering hope that perhaps he's managed to be taken into a less than hostile environment, his heckles rise as he catches sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. The fur running down his back becomes stiff despite being pressed firmly against the soft surface he's laying on and another growl escapes his throat, but this time fare more hostile in nature.
His growl is answered by another growl and without warning the adrenalin fired through his body at the sound snaps Chall's mind into hyper focus. In an instant Chall is on his feet, crouching on the lounge with both clawed hands dug into it's surface. His eyes seek out the source of the answering growl and as his eyes land on the hulking shape Chall backs up at a crouch away from the noise. Reaching the edge of the lounge he stares down the large dog looking in his direction. 'Oh great. A dog big enough to have me for lunch, just what I needed today. I know it's stupid and trite, but it has to be the feline blood in me that makes it so I have such a hard time getting along with the beasts' Slowly Chall realizes that the dog is laying down, it's growls subsiding now that he himself is silent. He realizes, too, that there are three sets of eyes watching him from the fireside.
As his heart rate slows Chall allows himself to look around the area, making note of how small and quaint it is. 'Well, unless I'm in a servant's hut, there's no way it was those ruffians who've taken me. From their dress they had to be from a rich family, or at least work for one. This is little more than a hovel' Chall chides himself a bit, shaking his head at his own ungrateful assessment of his rescuers home. It is then that his shoulder decides to remind him just how hurt he is. With a wave of dizziness a shock of pain races from his shoulder across his chest and down to his stomach. With a moan he falls off the lounge on to his unhurt shoulder. One of the dogs rises at the sudden movement and Chall does his best to play dead while the feeling of dizziness keeps him from getting to his feet.
The beast lay back down beside the chair where a large cat lay, one eye open to keep an eye on the intruder. As the dog turns to lay down Chall makes note that it seems to be well cared for. The king has several of the creatures. More than once Chall has been forced to sit and listen to the kennel master talk to the court mage about the dogs and how they should be treated to stay healthy and happy. Three sets of ears perk up as Chall starts talking to himself. “Yeah, who knew it would be useful in the future for me right? I mean, if whoever lives here is poor enough to live in such a small place, but takes good care of his pets, then that must mean he or she are not of the cruel type, one would suppose.” He slowly pushes himself to his knees with his good arm, keeping the other tucked against his stomach so that movement in his shoulder is minimal. Another wave makes him fall back against the lounge. He takes several deep breaths and examines the now exposed wound. Despite the crud left behind from the poultice Chall is able to assess that the wound has had more than rudimentary field treatment.
“Well, that would explain the sludge I had to dig through just to wake up. Hedge magic. It leave the subject drowsy.” He looks over at the dogs and cat, raising an eyebrow. “Most likely an old practitioner, rather skilled to have healed it as such, just not very powerful.” The dogs gaze back at him with vague interest while the cat turns away with a yawn. Shaking his head Chall looks about the room once again. Spotting his torn blood soaked robe on the end of the lounge he tries to shift enough to reach it, feeling a little exposed without it. However another bout of pain makes him fall back with a faint yelp. He lets out a long whine, more of frustration than pain.
With a suddenness that startles the cat awake and brings the dogs to their feet Chall starts cursing his luck rather loudly. “This is so stupid! Mother brings us to live in a country where we'll be accepted, gets a job in the palace, helps me become apprentice to the court mage himself, and still I end up at the wrong end of a dagger chucked by a close minded fool while out on a mission to help save his worthless hide from a war that I personalty think should happen just so those moronic humans will get it through their thick skulls that just because we look different doesn't mean we can't take them down a peg!” Breathing hard he glares over at the alert animals. “Don't even think about it furballs. I'll have you for lunch if you come any closer. I'm not in the mood for your kind tod- Ah!” His last declaration is cut off by a cry of pain and his hand snaps up to hold his throbbing shoulder.
The first thing his mind comes to note is that he's in some building made of wood. Having grown up in a castle for the most part he feels a strange bemusement at the thought of resting in a wooden structure. His eyes trail slowly from the roof to the source of the flickering light casting odd shadows across the room. The fireplace, almost near enough for him to reach out and touch, radiates a comforting warmth. Despite his still near panic at the situation Chall takes the fire as a good sign. He can use it should he need to fight. If perhaps those people had caught him and brought him here to 'Have a little fun with him' in the comfort of their own home.
A strange smell makes his nose twitch and even as he turns to find it's source he recognizes the scent of healing herbs. Finding the cloth laying upon his wounded shoulder, the source of the smell, his mind fills with an entirely new set of ideas on where he is. But before he can do little more than gain a flickering hope that perhaps he's managed to be taken into a less than hostile environment, his heckles rise as he catches sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. The fur running down his back becomes stiff despite being pressed firmly against the soft surface he's laying on and another growl escapes his throat, but this time fare more hostile in nature.
His growl is answered by another growl and without warning the adrenalin fired through his body at the sound snaps Chall's mind into hyper focus. In an instant Chall is on his feet, crouching on the lounge with both clawed hands dug into it's surface. His eyes seek out the source of the answering growl and as his eyes land on the hulking shape Chall backs up at a crouch away from the noise. Reaching the edge of the lounge he stares down the large dog looking in his direction. 'Oh great. A dog big enough to have me for lunch, just what I needed today. I know it's stupid and trite, but it has to be the feline blood in me that makes it so I have such a hard time getting along with the beasts' Slowly Chall realizes that the dog is laying down, it's growls subsiding now that he himself is silent. He realizes, too, that there are three sets of eyes watching him from the fireside.
As his heart rate slows Chall allows himself to look around the area, making note of how small and quaint it is. 'Well, unless I'm in a servant's hut, there's no way it was those ruffians who've taken me. From their dress they had to be from a rich family, or at least work for one. This is little more than a hovel' Chall chides himself a bit, shaking his head at his own ungrateful assessment of his rescuers home. It is then that his shoulder decides to remind him just how hurt he is. With a wave of dizziness a shock of pain races from his shoulder across his chest and down to his stomach. With a moan he falls off the lounge on to his unhurt shoulder. One of the dogs rises at the sudden movement and Chall does his best to play dead while the feeling of dizziness keeps him from getting to his feet.
The beast lay back down beside the chair where a large cat lay, one eye open to keep an eye on the intruder. As the dog turns to lay down Chall makes note that it seems to be well cared for. The king has several of the creatures. More than once Chall has been forced to sit and listen to the kennel master talk to the court mage about the dogs and how they should be treated to stay healthy and happy. Three sets of ears perk up as Chall starts talking to himself. “Yeah, who knew it would be useful in the future for me right? I mean, if whoever lives here is poor enough to live in such a small place, but takes good care of his pets, then that must mean he or she are not of the cruel type, one would suppose.” He slowly pushes himself to his knees with his good arm, keeping the other tucked against his stomach so that movement in his shoulder is minimal. Another wave makes him fall back against the lounge. He takes several deep breaths and examines the now exposed wound. Despite the crud left behind from the poultice Chall is able to assess that the wound has had more than rudimentary field treatment.
“Well, that would explain the sludge I had to dig through just to wake up. Hedge magic. It leave the subject drowsy.” He looks over at the dogs and cat, raising an eyebrow. “Most likely an old practitioner, rather skilled to have healed it as such, just not very powerful.” The dogs gaze back at him with vague interest while the cat turns away with a yawn. Shaking his head Chall looks about the room once again. Spotting his torn blood soaked robe on the end of the lounge he tries to shift enough to reach it, feeling a little exposed without it. However another bout of pain makes him fall back with a faint yelp. He lets out a long whine, more of frustration than pain.
With a suddenness that startles the cat awake and brings the dogs to their feet Chall starts cursing his luck rather loudly. “This is so stupid! Mother brings us to live in a country where we'll be accepted, gets a job in the palace, helps me become apprentice to the court mage himself, and still I end up at the wrong end of a dagger chucked by a close minded fool while out on a mission to help save his worthless hide from a war that I personalty think should happen just so those moronic humans will get it through their thick skulls that just because we look different doesn't mean we can't take them down a peg!” Breathing hard he glares over at the alert animals. “Don't even think about it furballs. I'll have you for lunch if you come any closer. I'm not in the mood for your kind tod- Ah!” His last declaration is cut off by a cry of pain and his hand snaps up to hold his throbbing shoulder.
No, keep you style, I enjoy it :P And Po is Edgar Allen Po, a famous author.
I was just wondering if he noticed, and by your response, yes he did. I'm not asking for you to change him or his personality in any way, but a simple nod outside his personal perceptions, like feeling through the fur on his legs or checking behind the furry ears, would have let me know that he examined him more thoroughly than it seemed and that my guy now has his hood back and/or his robes off. It's good things for me to know before my posts so I can have him either wondering where his robe is, and/or a bit on edge that his in-human features are exposed now. Do you understand what I I am looking for? No need to change yer guy, but in the world outside her perceptions a little more note on the interactions would be very helpful.
Thanks for your support, I will be working on my reply now. I hope it's at least half as entertaining as yours :P
I was just wondering if he noticed, and by your response, yes he did. I'm not asking for you to change him or his personality in any way, but a simple nod outside his personal perceptions, like feeling through the fur on his legs or checking behind the furry ears, would have let me know that he examined him more thoroughly than it seemed and that my guy now has his hood back and/or his robes off. It's good things for me to know before my posts so I can have him either wondering where his robe is, and/or a bit on edge that his in-human features are exposed now. Do you understand what I I am looking for? No need to change yer guy, but in the world outside her perceptions a little more note on the interactions would be very helpful.
Thanks for your support, I will be working on my reply now. I hope it's at least half as entertaining as yours :P
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