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Post by Loner。 on Mar 6, 2017 14:15:34 GMT
Brush wandered the edges of the forested land, head held low as she searched for food. It wasn't all for herself. She was with her tribe again and the tribe as a whole needed to eat. The leafy green low to the ground plants she was after were of the root vegetable type. She'd know them by their leaves, but the true treasure was the fleshy part of the plant that was hidden underground.
Clean and shiningly white as Brush was, she didn't mind possibly getting dirty. The earth these plants took root in wasn't that hard to dig. Soon Brush had a significant pile of uprooted tubers. Her tribemates might not like them raw, but they would probably be good once cooked, either as part of Rose's soup, or another dish.
The female's ears perked as she heard a distinct sound of movement of a larger creature. Was it a prey creature like a deer? Brush distained hunting, preferring a vegetarian lifestyle, but her tribemates would appreciate the meat. Or was it something else. Winter Rose Under Cold Moon kagome Tsubomi radio
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Mar 6, 2017 15:07:48 GMT
Over the past several weeks, Maximillion had been getting to know the lay of the land, the currency of the people, and had even managed to find out a little about how Magic and Leylines worked in Eokia, so much so that he was able to do the right investigating and get the Enchantments on some of his concealed weaponry upgraded, although he had to get different items Enchanted in different places, so as to not showcase just how much of a combat-centric lifestyle he had once lived. In order to try and reassure people that he was not some sketchy dealer of some sorts, he went to extra pains to let the people he worked with know that he was a transplant from a different Plane; there was many reasons why this level of naivety and lack-of-cleverness was reckless, but Maximillion – in his straightforward, honest way of thinking – had seen this as a helpful measure, not as possibly amassing suspicion as to his origins, and his intentions upon arriving in Eokia.
By Week 5, he had managed to make a bit of a network for himself when it came to enchanted, magical Artifacts and Talismans, although most of his dealers were pretty shady and sketchy, and he suspected they only did honest business with him because he, outwardly, resembled some kind of iconic Villain from some Bard’s tale. He didn’t spare any smiles or warmth with them, as he figured that maintaining this façade was important, and would work well towards his ends. He suspected that these men might be eyes and ears of some pretty powerful, and pretty wicked individuals and Organizations, but he had to amass his material and resource wealth now, and worry with the finer details later.
Or, at the very least, this is what he was telling himself.
By the seventh week, he had decided to offer a small demonstration of what he was capable of, choosing a time when his occasional travel companion - Izune, 'The Catlady' (as he dubbed her, in his head of course... he didn't want to get hit, or risk alienating her) - was not in tow (or at least where he could see her right away), and he had walked through the streets of town, with his senses outwardly extended, trying to find someone, somewhere in town, who was at least fairly strong. Once he had found his prey, he would make his move. [Moving the rest of that 'intermission story' -[HERE]-.] * * *This was the time he relished most, his time out among the wild things: flora, woodland creatures, even down to the predatory animals, the reptiles, and even trees that had seen better days and were all but bald, few as they were this time of year.
A big part of saving money, for Maximillion, was hunting his own game. He took great care that none of the animals he hunted were any of the sentient, talking creatures that seemed to inhabit this land; once this was assured, he would take something that had a predetermined amount of weight in meat, then he would take it home, do the messy work himself, then cure the meats in preparation of harsher climes. His Exalted ancestors could go without eating, but while Maximillion could convert matter into sustainable energy, he was but a mere hybrid offspring of the Exalted race,and still felt hunger, and it would drive him mad until he finally managed to get some meat, fish, or gruel into himself. It felt like a woefully self-indulgent act, but until the day he no longer felt hunger, Maximillion knew he would undergo this practice of stuffing dead animals and grains and cheeses into his mouth, for his body to process, like 'normal' people did.
This particular time, Maximillion had been distracted from his hunting by the smell of something...quite different. The scent was not of someone, or something, he had met before, but it reminded him slightly of his old mentor King Tempest of the Xenothrin Dragons, back in his Home Plane. The latter had trained an adolescent Maximillion in various things, but had mainly been a source of comfort and patience and warmth, which Maximillion's time with his own blood kin - the members of the assassination-centric House Tepes - had been unable to provide him with. This smell seemed Draconian in nature, but yet it also smelled like...
Stop it! He scolded himself inwardly, pausing in his stepping between some trees and brush to bring the heel of his hand up to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. No! This is a wholly new Realm. There may be beings you're familiar with, creatures you've seen before, but you cannot always compare them to what you saw and experienced elsewhere! Calm it!
After a moment, taking deep breaths and calming his racing heart and racing mind, he opened his eyes, lowered his hand, and continued on his way, tracking the vaguely familiar scent through the woods.
There came a point when, frustrated at the slow tempo of his tracking, he just decided to make noise, and see if the creature was close enough to hear. He reached a hand up, grabbed a thick branch - thick enough that his large hand barely fit around it - and jerked it clean off with a loud SNAP, then dropped it immediately, letting it THUD on the earthen floor. Much of the noises in the forest then stopped, and he listened closely, with his heightened sense of hearing, for any movement either towards or away from him...
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 7, 2017 20:35:22 GMT
Of course the stranger was heard. He did not have to be trying to be heard, for Brush's senses other than sight were definitely very sharp. Such was necessary for creatures like herself who although in the dragon class, lacked the hard scales that defended the classically acclaimed wyrms from many dangers. If anything was out to get her, she had no choice but to try and evade it, which meant hearing, seeing, and feeling whatever was out there soon enough to respond. Very like a deer, brush raised her head, and perked her ears in the direction of the disturbance. She didn't smell anything distinctly recognizable as a known danger, nor what her fellow dragons might call prey.
The scent was most like man. It was very rare for anyone other than hunters and scouts to come out this far into the wild places. Both were often not good omens to the local wild creatures. In the case of the hunter, lives might be taken, which wild things did as well, but man kind tended to be more wasteful in their styles of hunting. If it was a scout, then it probably meant more people would want to come to the area soon, again a bad omen.
What if it was neither? Brush didn't like to make assumptions unless it someone's life was truly at stake by the wrong choice of action. The person out there had chosen to make noise hadn't they? so the person wasn't trying to be stealthy as a rule. Those who were were the truly dangerous ones if they meant you harm.
Brush wouldn't approach nor flee. Instead she raised her voice to ask a simple question. "Who's there?"
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