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Nemus
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Post by Lucia Basile on Feb 1, 2017 1:35:26 GMT -5
[googlefont=Just Another Hand][googlefont=Bree Serif] [attr="class","maph1"]I'm writing a letter for you [attr="class","maput"]that was the very first time I set out on the journey. 
[attr="class","mapnote"] [attr="class","maptext"]For: Vetti / @qën [attr="class","maptext"]WORD: 351 [attr="class","maptext"]NOTES: Didn't realize this was meant to be a postcard! Will probably find another template tomorrow <3
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The Basile Family was proud, to the core, of its history in weaving and cultivating flax. It was as if red thread ran through their veins, not blood. And when she found her family's loom absolutely scorched, nothing but a crisp of charcoal and broken tools, something inside of her began to tick. As if that wasn't enough, the heat that had been pouring down on the tiny planet took out that sweetness she'd always sported -- replacing it with a quiet but constant annoyance -- something Lucia wasn't used to.
Perhaps, the moment she realized that her essential oils had finally spoiled (despite burying them as far as she could during the Long Days) was when the straw broke the camels back. In an uncharacteristic move of moodiness, she shrugged off the duties of the colony and the dangers that came with wondering around at night -- and flew out of sight of the watchers that patrolled the border.
Youth (or at least, that's what she'd blame her recklessness on) drove her away from the encampment settled at the base of the mountain, and she trotted over the slopes of the mountain's foothills, her thoughts steaming at her ears. She wanted, more than anything, to believe the mantra she'd been repeating for the past few weeks. That she was fine. That she'd find a way to help the colony. That her weaving would somehow stop the heat - or alleviate it.
But without her loom, she was stuck weaving grass. And grass (or whatever she usually found that hadn't shriveled up) practically evaporated when the sun rose. Another frustrated sound escaped her as she walked.
She'd be fine.
She just needed to make herself useful.
A few minutes later, the quiet of the night seemed to catch up to her. As did the uncomfortable notion that she wasn't...alone...
A sudden surge of panic bubbled up in her chest, morphing into a string of undecipherable french babble before she shut up -- eyes flying to the far side of the foothill. She swore, something large (and possibly hungry!) was lurking just beyond her sight. She crossed herself. If this was how she was to die, so be it.
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6'1"
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Ursa
Mt. Intego
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Post by Qën on Feb 1, 2017 10:17:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ Take in all the sunshine
bottle up the rain;
Go where the wind blows-
let it show the way. | The mountains hid a scarce amount of greenery from the scorching orb in the sky, and Qën spent the majority of his time tucked away in these patches, trying to fill his ever-hungry Ursa belly. It wasn't easy, being one of his kind during this season. Later, when everything froze over and the Worms and Bats could hardly lift their heads, Qën would be hibernating and food would be at the bottom of his list of priorities. ...Unless he didn't get enough to eat before then, in which case he'd have to remain awake so he didn't waste away in his sleep.
He'd be alright without that train of thought. He moved from munching some unpalatable leaves off a downed branch to start on the path out of this little alcove. Sol was setting, so he'd be able to wander soon. Not that he should, considering he should conserve what energy he'd managed to intake today, but he couldn't help himself - the hairless creatures were so fascinating. Other members of his family had made the assumption that the creatures were all part of the same flock, but the more Qën studied them the more he deduced that was not the case. They'd all looked awfully similar at first glance, but if one truly took note of them, they all differed in their own ways. They filled societal roles much like Ursas did, though no distinguished lead was apparent. How did they function without someone to keep them all together?
Maybe they didn't, and that's why Qën kept finding stragglers going this way and that. They had no structure or direction. When the Scorch had begun, they'd all fled this way in hysteria. Had they not known it was coming? The signs had been pretty obvious...
A slight breeze brought an unfamiliar scent to his nose, and Qën paused. In his musings, he hadn't been keeping careful watch of his steps and had nearly crossed the path of one of the creatures. With a sharp intake of breath, he retreated several steps and concentrated on making himself something they would not run from. He'd been practicing, so the transition was a little less painful than it had first been. (Having your bones contract to 2/3 their normal size was not exactly a pleasant experience.) He was getting better at the balancing act, too, but he still needed to lean against the stone façade for a moment. He had no illusion that he'd been silent, so the female (he thought it was female, at least) had most likely heard him already.
Heart pounding in his chest, Qën stepped into the moonlight. His lips pulled back over his teeth in what he had learned was some kind of friendly greeting - though it felt absolutely wrong to do it. In the Ursa order - and just about every other being on this planet - this was a threatening display, asking for a fight. His reluctance to send the same message to this creature had the expression faltering, and out of habit his forelimb came up to scratch behind his ear. His family knew that was his tick when he got nervous.
Wanting so badly to converse, he opened his mouth.... only to close it. He had yet to figure out the syllables they used, let alone their intricate language. Ursas had a series of grunts and chitters that make up all they needed to speak to each other. If he grunted at this female, he felt she would think him no less strange than if he had approached her in natural form. Distressed, he felt his face move to display the emotion. He wasn't used to this.
Wait.. He had seen.... Very suddenly, he thrust his hand (it was weird to see it) out to the female, parallel to the ground. This was how they greeted each other, was it not? They touched paws. He showed his teeth again in a quick flash, feeling horribly awkward.
(tagged)⏤ Lucia Basile(notes)⏤ This is going to be so entertaining xD |
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5'6"
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Nemus
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Post by Lucia Basile on Feb 3, 2017 19:49:35 GMT -5
[googlefont=Just Another Hand][googlefont=Bree Serif] [attr="class","maph1"]I'm writing a letter for you [attr="class","maput"]that was the very first time I set out on the journey.
[attr="class","mapnote"] [attr="class","maptext"]For: Vetti / Qën [attr="class","maptext"]WORD: 424 [attr="class","maptext"]NOTES: woooooooooo
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Lucia was convinced - and though she tried to blink the sight away - that she just witnessed a very bulky creature stand up into a less bulky man. Having no point of reference, nor any natural skill for observation, her mind could only shrug it off. It was dark. She was just seeing things. There was nothing more to it.
And if worse came to worse, she could always blame it on sleep deprivation. The long days and nights of their newfound planet, even after several months on the planet's surface, could hardly provide any sort of environment to get the prescribed eight hours of sleep a night. When she went to sleep, it was dark. And when she woke up, it was dark. And if it wasn't dark-- it was just plain hot.
She'd had plenty of experience with hot weather before -- and physical labor in the midst of it (and all the disgusting sweat and dirt and slime as well). Her family's farm had instilled a certain tolerance for that. But the weather on Petra Exterior was enough to singe her skin off -- the only reprieve to be found in the (sometimes overcrowded) caves that drilled into the mountain. So maybe it was a little more than hot.
Point being, she couldn't sleep when it was hot. Or bright.
So she shrugged it off. Her mind was just playing tricks. But, it wasn't when she saw the concern in the other person's eyes. He looked...confused? Uncertain? Why would he be uncertain? And the smile that tugged at his lips was...unnatural.
But Lucia had never been the sort that judged another person's smile, so she grinned back at him -- her steps quickening as she reached for the hand he'd offered.
"Bonsoir--" She began easily, shaking his hand once before releasing it, glad to have found some sort of company -- even if it was a little odd. Meeting people on the outskirts of the colony was still an experience she was getting used to. Though, it was nice knowing that P.E. wasn't so big that she didn't bump into a person every once in a while. "Or good evening..." She continued her tone almost a question.
The colonists who'd arrived with her had all been the same part of France, making it easier to find people to talk to in her mother tongue. Though, as soon as that particular group dispersed -- branching into the main body of colonists -- she'd found it something of a hassle to figure out which language she should speak. English seemed to be the most popular.
And if this man spoke neither...well, shit.
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6'1"
8 (~34)
Ursa
Mt. Intego
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Played by Vetti
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Post by Qën on Feb 4, 2017 0:06:23 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine
bottle up the rain;
Go where the wind blows-
let it show the way. | He tried to jerk back when the female seemed to want to tear his hand off, but Qën knew this was instinct talking and not actual observation-founded fear. So his paw hand remained where it was, a quick muscle fasciculation the only thing giving his original intention away. When she let go, though, he quickly returned the limb to his side. The motion was choppy and rushed, and he didn't like how unlike their natural movements it was.
She'd also sort of rushed at him, which had Qën stopping short and forcing her to take the extra strides. He felt guilty, for truly he wanted to meet her, but the formality of greeting this species was alien to him and not altogether pleasant. He should have stayed behind the mountain and let her pass, regardless of whether or not she'd heard him moving about. That was the past, though, and he was standing before her now - might as well try to make the most of it. ..Even if that meant making a fool of himself.
Words. She was saying something, he just new it. Her mouth was moving, and strange sounds were coming out, but for the life of him his ears would not decipher her meaning. Sighing, he again scratched the skin behind his ear. He needed to stop that, before she understood the nervous tick. Oh! Her tone changed. That..... Didn't help at all. This was such a hopeless venture. His eyes sought out the refuge of the rock face he'd emerged from, wishing with all of his might that he could go back there. Turning tail would be a sign of bad faith, though, or at the very least abnormal for this (or any) species. If his studies were any indication, he'd be stuck here for quite some time... listening to syllables he couldn't understand.
Lips suddenly pulled back from teeth again, Qën nodded his head fervently. Surely she'd said something that elicited this movement. He saw her kind do it often, usually accompanied by a barking sound and a slap on the shoulder. He had yet to master the vocalization, so he settled on giving he muscles of her arm a jovial squeeze. There, all better. Maybe he was getting the hang of this after all!
(tagged)⏤ Lucia Basile(notes)⏤ it's 100% acceptable to laugh at him |
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5'6"
20
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Nemus
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17 Posts
Played by Poe
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Post by Lucia Basile on Mar 8, 2017 10:18:14 GMT -5
[googlefont=Just Another Hand][googlefont=Bree Serif] [attr="class","maph1"]I'm writing a letter for you [attr="class","maput"]that was the very first time I set out on the journey.
[attr="class","mapnote"] [attr="class","maptext"]For: Vetti / Qën [attr="class","maptext"]WORD: 392 [attr="class","maptext"]NOTES: <3
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It could be said that Lucia wasn't an entirely present person. Some would go so far as to say that she never quite used her eyes -- and they would be right. Ever since she was a little kid, she'd been oblivious to everything that didn't have to do with what she was dreaming about. But, her time on Petra Exterior had -- at least in some ways -- remedied this problem. One had to be observant, after all, to keep from dying on this temperamental planet.
One had to be observant to make friends, too, and Lucia was just about desperate to make friends. So her eyes sought out the minute ticks in the man's appearance as she spoke -- trying to decipher what he might be thinking. Gut feeling told her that he had no idea what she was saying. Gut feeling also told her that he was on edge.
Or maybe he just didn't hear her, and didn't want to ask her to repeat herself. Lucia cleared her throat, awkwardly shuffling her feet before starting again: "Do you speak...English?" As she said this she pointed at her mouth -- as if that was the universal language for speaking. It wasn't, as far as she was aware, but it was worth a shot. "French? Italian?" She continued, vaguely making out the shape of the Eiffel Tower with her hands and arms -- (and she honestly had no idea how to gesture "Italian" so she left it at that.)
No one could blame Lucia for a lack of creativity. She just wasn't sure if her absurd sign language would get across to him -- so she dropped her arms and offered a small smile -- a smile that faltered when he squeezed her arm.
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She couldn't help cocking her head, confusion stressing the lines of her smile before she shrugged. Did that mean...that he wanted to be friends? Or maybe it was a panicked way of communicating that he didn't know any of the languages she's named. That was alright! Lucia could work with that. But first, she had to know his name.
"Lucia." She began, over-pronouncing each syllable while pointing at herself. (She'd seen this in movies, she was sure it'd work.) Then she pointed at her new friend -- pausing to let the question hang in the air.
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6'1"
8 (~34)
Ursa
Mt. Intego
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Post by Qën on Mar 10, 2017 23:06:40 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine
bottle up the rain;
Go where the wind blows-
let it show the way. | She pointed to her mouth. Ooh! He knew this jesture - he'd used it himself before, to tell the little blonde girl that he couldn't speak. This female obviously could, though, so... What was she trying to get across? Qën pointed to himself, brows raised in question, and shook his head. No, I can't speak your language, he wanted so badly to say, then mimicked her and pointed to her mouth, too, again shaking his head. He was just thankful that motion was the same as in his species.
Was that... A mountain? He looked from her arms to the peak they stood beside, eyes squinting in an attempt to view the top. Mouth turning in a frown of misunderstanding, Qën continued the side-to-side motion of his head. If they kept communicating like this, he was going to get quite dizzy indeed. At least he got the greeting down pat, though. Hand falling from her arm, Qën smirked at his own-..
...Stupidity. Face falling, his brow furrowed as he fought to understand. Oh no, he'd done the wrong thing, hadn't he? He should walk away now.
But wait a second! She.. still grinned. Okay, okay, that was a good sign. Right, yes. So... He smiled back. Good, okay, that worked, he thought. Still, his eyes fell to the ground in uncertainty until she brought his attention back up to her. Craning his neck forward, he listened very intently to the slow words - word? - she spoke. "Loo-," he tried, putting his hand to his chest again, because that's what she'd done. Brow furrowing, he tired again - he knew that wasn't all she said. "....Llll...ooo." Damnit.
Wait, had that been her name? Nodding fervently, he open-mouth grinned like an idiot. Qën! he practically shouted at her, slapping himself so hard it stung. He leaned forward, waiting for her to repeat it, until his ears caught up to his brain and he realized he hadn't used her language to introduce himself - he'd used his. He'd.... roar/barked at her. His grin turned into something akin to pain, and gaze shifting this way and that, he stood straight again. Frowning, he tucked his chin to his chest. This was so hopeless!
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