SillyGoy

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Sure but Abigsle did offer a salve too for the foot blister if it wasn't healing, but I'm okay with that

@Caits

Well, let's just say Yel declined politely on behalf of Loghos, who doesn't want help.

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This is the difficulty of so many people in one place saying something at one time - you don't know who to respond to in any realistic manner. So I just made Yel react to Kwelek, the most recent, instead.

Wanna pretend they had an okay conversation regarding hunts before everyone else showed up?

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@Zendrelax@Leslie Hall
Collaborative post between this silly goy and Leslie.

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Yel'Shadar wasn't really one for flights of fancy, so when Kwelek came back to the tribe with a caged Kwenda in tow one day, he took the side of the more reasonable party who believed that the boy never actually caught the animal by trial of endurance, but rather poisoned it, tricked it, or acquired it by otherwise crooked, snakelike means. He'd been quiet about the incident and generally polite towards the younger boy, but now he's gotten something that might be from before The Silence. Now, Yel wasn't an ass - his father had explicitly told him not to be one, but if his gesture - cocking his head back, smirking sardonically and snorting - wasn't insulting, then the sun rose in the night and the rain fell from the ground and girls lost their maidenhood at age five.

He was quick to regain a serious countenance, however. "Before the Silence? Oh, amazing. Here, let me take a look at that."

Not surprisingly, Kwelek did hand him the object. Yel secured his bow and began examining the thing: hundreds of dirty sheets of something white, bound together in a tough spine and covered by a sort of hide. All over the sheets were a series of constantly appearing black patterns - symbols, something like the sigils in tattoos or hunt paints. The hunter raised his brow, held the object casually in the air, and said to Kuparr pointedly, "I don't know what it is, but it doesn't seem very useful. Think the Elders might want this thing?"

Yel expected Kuparr to say something along the lines of 'yes, and you should give it to me immediately so I can take it to the old men who would then burn the thing,' and immediately try to wrest the object from his grip. So he prepared against this.

We Are The Demi

Are we, like, playing as furries?

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@Lunarlors34

I'd say that Yel and Adoni don't really know each other at the moment. They'd be aware of each others' names because they're two rather unique members of the tribe but I'd say that the two have only exchanged bits of conversation that have formed a sort of rickety foundation on which to build their relationship.

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Also just for the sake of curiosity, what kinds of pre-established relationships would our characters have? For the sake of tension let's try not to make it all sunshine and rainbows.

@Leslie Hall

Well, I've already implied that Yel and Abigail know each other enough to be informal and may have hunted in the past, but I suppose Yel could be one of the skeptics regarding Kwelek's capture of the Kwenda. Being reserved, he's only voiced out his concerns in private, but I guess the two boys' relations would be... lukewarm?

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@Lunarlors34

Improving your narrative writing skills is as easy as copying the style, vocabulary, and themes of someone who's better at it than you are.

Speaking from experience here.

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There goes Yel's first post. I'm surprised it came out so well considering how tired I am. It's probably full of grammar errors but I'm too exhausted to work on them now.

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Satisfied she was prepared, Abigale started out. She had her spears strapped over her back, within easy reach and in a way that she could pull it free and attack or defend quickly. She had her water skin attacked to her clothes, and again, it was in easy reach. She glanced about, looking to see if there was anyone else gearing up for the hunt.

@Caits

And there, not so far away, standing in front of old man Loghos' hut, was Yel'Shadar, stringing his bow and making it ready for use. Ever the early bird, he had already finished applying his body paints with the help of Loghos, who had become something of an uncle to him ever since the death of his father. His paints today complemented his tattoos well, for the patterns on his arms, belly and legs mimicked those of the Mudain raptors. Of course, Yel had asked for something humbler, but the aging hunter whose awful foot blister was only beginning to heal insisted on Mudain patterns because, one: such markings were appropriate for something as auspicious as the dawn of a new cycle; and two: because he thought that Yel deserved it for his skill. The boy argued to an extent, but he never got the Tarkmande patterns that he asked for. A youth, after all, can only get so far when speaking with elders... especially those who weren't his father.

But such thoughts weren't auspicious, so Yel shook them from his thoughts as he began to bend and stretch, testing the limberness of his physique. A remarkable thing about the boy was that he would never display pride nor joy at his truly impressive musculature. A hunter from birth, with his training and ventures unrivaled in exclusivity and intensity under the guidance of his late father, his body looked like it had been destined for the wild hunt. With bronzed skin, rippling with taut muscle from calf to thigh, stomach to biceps - it was strange indeed for someone his age to be quietly resigned about it all. He was a promising young man and clearly he had the essence of a Mudain in him, but he'd never been seen trying to impress a girl. Even the old crones' all-knowing rumor mill was without anything juicy regarding Yel'Shadar. The Elders were somewhat concerned at this, but most ruled it out as him being an exceptionally late bloomer. "The death of his father still has a profound effect on the boy," they were saying in whispers. "His heart may not realize it, but his soul still grieves to this day."

But it wasn't so much that Yel hadn't started liking girls yet. In fact, part of the reason why he was stretching under the sun, clad in meaningful tattoos and glinting sunlight off of the first beads of sweat of the day, was because he knew that Abigail was around, and she was sure to be watching. The reason why he hadn't courted anyone yet was more complex than any simple answer. The reason was actually a mixture of different interrelated answers which weren't defined in any clear or concise manner and so were too complex for the simple human tongue or mind to grasp and express - or so Yel thought. Or maybe he was arrogant, that he deemed none of the girls in the Tribe as being worthy of his embrace, and he just didn't realize it. Yel hoped not. That would mean being an ass; and father always said to never be an ass.

And just as he finalized that thought, it appeared that his preparatory stretching rituals were finished. He glanced in the theorized direction - and he was right! Abigail was there, and she may or may not have been staring the whole time. She was some distance away, and the youth thought about saying a loud hello, but with Loghos and his love for peace and quiet, he just smiled and waved.

Yel'Shadar, son of Dug and Lowa, approached Abigail with a confident stride. As he closed the distance, he examined his fellow hunter from top to bottom three times: the first time about her gear, the second time about her body, and the third time also about her body but for unspeakable reasons. When he was near, he finally greeted her, his expression incredibly unsuspicious.

"Good morning, Abigail." The words rolled off his tongue smoothly enough, Yel decided. His voice was slightly coarse, middling in pitch but concise in the pragmatic manner of the hunters of the Tribe. "Sleep well? Ready for the hunt, I see." And he allowed his eyes up and down her body a fourth time.

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Zog. I think I should have made a girl. We need more female energy in here.