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  1. #11
    Our Enemies Rest

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    Name
    Azaranth Ubissad
    Age
    22
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    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Raiaera
    The drake had attacked so quickly that Azaranth’s words died before they could leave him. And Eteri, as fragile as she seemed, had proven surprisingly efficient in shaking off the beast. Alas, the damage was already done - red punctures covered several spots on her shoulders.

    Backing up for a moment, the drake’s tongue, or, rather, its remnant shreds, lolled out of its maw like a lifeless being. Azaranth stepped in and stood between it and Eteri, waving his sword at its face like a bared tooth.

    Unfazed by the obvious feint, the creature stepped forward, its haunches readied to charge.

    And so it did, approaching fast to cover most of Azaranth’s vision.

    Who dashed forth to match its assault, waiting for the right moment to counteract.

    The drake covered one odd stride and was suddenly a few feet in the air, to which Azaranth immediately slid underneath, the tip of his blade running down the soft underbelly of the creature.

    To shower him with blood, blinding him as the drake continued to sail above. Coming to a halt, Azaranth rubbed at his eyes and looked up to see the drake still on its feet—

    As if unmindful of its own entrails that splattered over the ground, the creature's slit eyes regarded him for brief moment. Azaranth then realized it was losing consciousness. It sputtered, blood and bile gathering underneath. A heartbeat later finally the drake finally fell to its long-overdue death.

    Azaranth, turned and approached a supine Eteri, silver sword in hand.

    He extended one, blood-stained hand. "You all right?"
    "I'm not a sophisticated person - I don't think much. Hunters don't think. They act, and they do it without any hesitation whatsoever. It's a predominant principle among all trackers of beasts. We do most of the dirty work. Thinking? I say leave it to the philosophers."

  2. #12
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    Eteri Yoko
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    24
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    Half Human Half Nekojin
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    Female
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    Corone
    Azure ears sat flat against my head, pointed teeth clenched tight, eyes shut tight to block out the horrid world and the Drake mama that injured me. My breathing had all but stopped as I gripped my bleeding arm tight, small things I attempted to ease the burning pain from my wound. It wasn't incredibly deep, but it was deep enough that my tiny fingers sunk into my flesh, a bad mistake on my part...I could feel the pulsing hot mess of my flesh, and the vermilion ichor as it dripped down and over my hands.

    Was this the end of the magnificent Eteri Yoko; seamstress extrodinyar? Would I never be able to stare at souls and eat delicious fish? Would the world mourn for me, as their greatest blue haired catgirl became nothing more than a whispered memory upon peoples lips?

    Probably...

    I felt nauseous and dizzy, now, I'm no doctor or Ai Brone, but I am pretty sure those are symptoms of CRIPPLING PAIN AND DEATH.

    I could hear a guttoral roar that I assumed came from drake mama; unless Anubis had some damn strong lungs on him, and several extra body parts a human male shouldn't have. I flinched, expecting more pain. Instead... there was silence.

    Slowly, I opened one eye, then another.

    Anubis stood over me with a look of mild concern etched upon his face. Did he just ask if I was alright? Couldn't he see that I was DYING?

    I wrinkled my nose as my lips fell into a pout. "NO!" I snapped, clutching my wound tighter. "Can't you see I dying!"

    Anubis stared at me, bewildered. He sighed as he crouched down upon one knee in front of me, carefully placing his sword to the side. "Here. Let me see." He said softly as he reached for my wound.

    My ears shot upward, was he mad!? "NO!" I screamed as I went to turn away from him, but that crafty man... he had gripped my lower arm and with more ease than I'd care to admit, pried my fingers away from my wound.

    "SEE! SEE!" I said, near hysterical. "I DYING!"

    "Eteri..."

    "I NOT HAVE SOUL! I DIE, I GO POOF. NO NOTHING!"

    "Eteri..." his voice held the chastising tone of a father toward a disobedient child.

    "WORLD WILL CRY WHEN ETERI DIE!"

    "ETERI!" Anubis snapped, loudly.

    I fell quiet, staring at him with a pout. Who did he think he was? He wasn't my father. Heck, I couldn't even remember my father. So, I guess, he could have been, but then my father would have been just a wee bab when I was born. Was that possible??

    "Eteri, you're not going to die. We just need to get this cleaned up and dressed."


    His words hung in the air, thick like the thickest honey you'd ever imagine. Thicker than tar, thicker than tar and honey combined! I felt a myriad of emotions, shock, relief...a dash of delight. I wasn't going to die! Oh joyous of days! All these emotions were quickly overshadowed by a odd feeling, it was difficult to describe. I felt a little silly for overreacting. (If you could call it that, I mean, I did think I was going to die after all.)

    "Oh." I said quietly.
    I am cat gurl, gib me ur soul

  3. #13
    Our Enemies Rest

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    Fezomorph's Avatar

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    Azaranth Ubissad
    Age
    22
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    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Raiaera
    Their ride back was shrouded in silence.

    The sky was overcast with grey clouds, the yellow-grassed landscape a mirrored, albeit differently-colored, reflection of the ever-distant realm overhead. Dull, dreary and quiet. An endless expanse of nature, from whence emerged - as they had just witnessed - ferocious monstrosities that cared not whose flesh they would fill their bellies with.

    Azaranth in the front of his saddle, Eteri in the back, they rode on. Indeed, the late afternoon was quiet - but not silent. Unseen civilizations dwelt throughout the lands, overheaded by these countless grains. Many hunts by other, savage beasts were well underway, probably to nourish their young - a criticial component of survivability out in the harsh wilderness - so the cycle would repeat itself over and over again.

    He would track, hunt and slay monsters only so they would be inevitably replaced by another batch. To either live their lifetime and die, or, more commonly, fall to a hunter’s blade. Thus, the question would arise - a nagging thought gnawing on the mental energies of all practitioners of the trade.

    “Is it worth it?”

    Azaranth blinked. “What?”

    Eteri’s voice felt almost mute behind him.“Is it worth it? Hunting down these beasties?”

    “Worth it? I’m hardly one to answer that, Eteri. I’m not a sophisticated person - I don’t think much. Hunters don’t think. They act, and they do it without any hesitation whatsoever. It’s a predominant principle among all trackers of the beasts. After all, we do most of the dirty work. Thinking? Leave it to the philosophers. Too many of those around, if you ask me.”

    A hawk veered ahead into view, a small shape suspended from its taloned feet. He was silent for a time, then, “So, tell me. How does a cat-girl survive out in the world?”
    "I'm not a sophisticated person - I don't think much. Hunters don't think. They act, and they do it without any hesitation whatsoever. It's a predominant principle among all trackers of beasts. We do most of the dirty work. Thinking? I say leave it to the philosophers."

  4. #14
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    Eteri's Avatar

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    Eteri Yoko
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    24
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    Half Human Half Nekojin
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    Female
    Location
    Corone
    I had fallen asleep at some point. I remembered my older sister saying that when I was asleep, it was her favourite time, she said silence was golden and I was incapable of it. I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes, feeling the warmth of Anubis in front of me. I loosely wrapped one arm around his waist.

    I fidgeted, it was too quiet. Far too quiet. Silence bothered me, unlike my sister I hated it. Unless I was napping that is. To break the silence I asked Anubis about why he hunted the beasties, I didn't understand it myself. If they weren't bothering anyone, why bother them? Was it fun to kill things? Did it give him a rush?

    He gave me an answer that...I didn't understand, he used words that I struggled to comprehend. Sopheestikated? What was that? Sometimes, I wish I paid more attention in language class.

    Oh well...

    "Et tu? Me?" I asked.

    "Do you see any other cat-girls around here?" He asked.

    I glanced around, looking for any. I found none, and realised that it was a rhetorical question. I huffed. "Eteri just looking for things."

    "What kind of things, I am a hunter after all. Perhaps I could help."

    I managed a laugh, an empty feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, and it wasn't just the lack of food, and the pain of my wounded shoulder. "No can find. Eteri look for souls." I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against his back. "I no have. Want to make one so no feel empty and cold."
    I am cat gurl, gib me ur soul

  5. #15
    Our Enemies Rest

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    Fezomorph's Avatar

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    Name
    Azaranth Ubissad
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    22
    Race
    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Raiaera
    Azaranth blinked, took a few moments to comprehend the lass’s words. A span of uneasiness sifted through the monster hunter. “Eteri looks for what?”

    Suddenly uneasy about the girl embracing him from such a…. vulnerable position, Azaranth squirmed in the half-blood’s arms till she complied. “It’s…” the Salvarian paused, thought on his words, “hot.”

    They were silent for a time. Which was, he’d soon learned, unusual for the girl sharing his saddle. Azaranth glanced back over a shoulder.

    Eteri made a face.

    Swinging his gaze ahead once more, the monster hunter sighed. “Fine, you can hold on. Just — just don’t steal my soul or something. What do you want with souls anyway? And why would anyone your age meddle in such precarious magic?”

    Her ears flicked back and forward, and she tilted her head slightly. “Eteri use whole life. Eteri used to help put angry soul to the sleep.. Want soul bits so can make own. No have soul. It empty inside.” She batted her chest twice, and offered Azaranth a small smile.

    “So, in other words, you kill bad people by taking their souls.”

    She shook her head. “No. No.” She seemed frazzled as she tried to explain in her broken Tradespeak. “When the people, ah- when death happen. Sometime, the soul can stay and is not happy. My family help. Make uh...making the soul go to rest. Weaving nice into soul, make soul peace. Make soul go the sleep.”

    He said nothing for a short while, then said, “I see the good-willed cause behind that, unless you abuse that power to your own personal agenda. Anyway, sounds like a good plan for someone with an exhausted spirit as mine.” A slight smile edged his features. “When I know it’s time, then, I’ll know who to look for.”

    “You spirit not bad. It look like wobble-wobble. In middle it pale blue like sea at day time. Outside is like night sky. Also red, red means bad things but not much there, looks like sky kaboom.”

    “Kaboom, you say?” he asked in a low laugh. He wondered at what she meant, the significance behind that child-sounding word. Perhaps everything, and nothing. “If you say so, Eteri. If you say so.”
    Last edited by Fezomorph; 08-16-2017 at 09:23 AM.
    "I'm not a sophisticated person - I don't think much. Hunters don't think. They act, and they do it without any hesitation whatsoever. It's a predominant principle among all trackers of beasts. We do most of the dirty work. Thinking? I say leave it to the philosophers."

  6. #16
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    Eteri's Avatar

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    Eteri Yoko
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    Half Human Half Nekojin
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    Female
    Location
    Corone
    I gave him a small grin, at least my words bought some sort of amusement to the man. I squeezed his waist tighter as re rode. "Eteri do say so." Silence fell between us as he rode. What went through his mind? Was he angry at me for taking souls? Did he find it odd? Or was looking at his soul and explaining it in such a way an odd experience for him, and one that he was still struggling to comprehend.

    I rested my forehead on his back and felt him stiffen then cough. I ignored it for the most part. He was no doubt not used to being close to such amazing energy such as me. Ah, but he will survive. They always do. Besides...hugging someone, well... not hugging this was more of a hold but - ah dangit. It was a hug. Hugging someone felt...nice. I nuzzled into his back. It was... warm. Warmth I rarely felt. It was like the afternoon sun heating you up from the inside during a nice long catnap. It was...really nice. I decided that I had to do this more often, with more people.

    Future Eteri would hug all the people, be they big and tall or super small. Scales, skin or feathers. (hmmm maybe not feathers. Birds were evil)

    But, right now. I was not concerned with future Eteri. I was concerned with me, in the here and now.

    I knew our adventure was ending soon. The man was tired, I was too. Fighting took a lot out of the both of us. "Hey... Anubis."

    He lifted his head. "Yes?"

    "You...making Eteri the happy." I said. "This feeling nice. Eteri know you go soon, but would like meet again."

    His breath hitched and he coughed.

    I lifted my head from his back, not quite understanding his reactions. "Is the ok?"
    I am cat gurl, gib me ur soul

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