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Ursa
Mt. Intego
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Post by Qën on Jul 15, 2017 16:32:43 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. | Qën decided that this was, now, his least favorite season.
It didn't used to be. He used to think of the cold season as a time to catch up on all the sleep his family caused him to lose. In previous years, that's exactly what it was. Now, with all the aliens trudging about and his insistence on learning all he could about them, Qën had found himself shuffled amongst them as they herded themselves back into the mountains - the only safe place they knew. He'd had every intention of slipping away, but with everyone so close and aware of everything and everyone around them, he hadn't had the chance. So here he sat, huddled amongst creatures he was growing increasingly comfortable around - but not this comfortable. His sensitive nose was yelling at him.
For a few days now, Qën had been observing the same congregation of aliens going to and fro, always appearing and disappearing from the same tunnel. Qën had little desire to leave the relative safety of the masses, but he was intrigued by the repetitive rhythm. So, today, after a small group left the area, he stood and gradually brought himself to the mouth of the tunnel in question, peering into its depths as if that alone would give him the information he desired. When it didn't, he allowed a long glance over his shoulder before moving forward into the darkness.
For a long while, he neither heard nor saw.. anything. Then, far ahead, there was the glimmer of fire bouncing off of stone, and distant voices drifted to his ears. Eyes narrowing, he debated continuing... But soon didn't have a choice, as footsteps resounded behind him. Panicked, he pushed himself against the rocky wall, wishing to melt into it. This would not happen, of course, and he would soon be discovered. Sweat broke on his brow, and he resisted the urge to wipe it away. Act natural, act natural...
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Nemus
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Post by lyra ashford on Jul 15, 2017 18:49:23 GMT -5
[googlefont="Amatic SC"] Home is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me 'round Lyra was finally becoming adjusted to life in Perfection. It wasn’t easy, but having some of his stuff back had helped to lift his mood considerably. It gave him more opportunity to help out around the community, so there had been more appreciation aimed toward him too. And with a couple more mouths to feed they needed more work pitched in. The new mouths came sauntering down the tunnels one day, an entertainer named Camus and the hunter he’d been traveling with, Garrick. They’d both dropped at the same time and had followed footprints from the drop point to the mountains, finding Perfection the easiest what with the trail they’d all left returning from the cargo drop.
Apparently new faces wasn’t unheard of around here, and it made a bit of sense. Lyra fell amongst their ranks after all, and he was grateful for the growing ranks making it easier for him to be ignored. That had been the plan, but it seemed as though he’d garnered Camus’ attention, the magician apparently perceiving Lyra’s awkwardness as some form of attraction to him.
He was used to people thinking that, but it was also usually easy to set people straight. Not so with Camus. The man seemed to think he was lying, and was paying him more attention Lyra thought was absolutely necessary.
So he’d started opting for surface tasks more, and getting snow and ice to melt down for water was a pretty important one. Fischer had given him a warm pelt in exchange for some custom carved bone tools, and Lyra hadn’t been able to express his gratitude enough.
Today he’d found himself accompanying the two hunters to the surface, and as they set off to search for food, he filled the sled with ice and water and pulled it back down to the town. He found himself singing softly as he descended, comfortable in the knowledge that no one would likely hear him until he got closer to Perfection. He was most of the way down when he spotted a strange shape in the darkness that he knew shouldn’t be there. His singing of an old rock tune ceased and he slowly approached the figure until the glow of the algae-lantern he was carrying fell upon the man.
“Hey, uh. You lost? O-or, are you here to, uh, to join the town? Or I mean, maybe you could just be visiting someone…” he finished lamely, eyeing the fellow up and down. It would probably have been better if any of the others had been this man’s first contact, instead of awkward Lyra, but nothing to be done for it now. “I can, y’know, show you the rest of the way down… if you want?”
feet on the ground, head in the sky || Qën
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8 (~34)
Ursa
Mt. Intego
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Post by Qën on Jul 22, 2017 12:55:19 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 footsteps drew nearer, and his heart raced faster. Truthfully, he didn't exactly fear the aliens; but he'd never been all that great in situations that could easily escalate. Turning back to his natural Ursa form would give him a little more confidence, but finding an Ursa in these caves would be unnatural and likely endanger him further. So he stood there, increasingly familiar muscles tensed around fragile bone.
Strange lilting tones drifted ahead of the... male, Qën decided. They were not as strange as the conversation to follow, however. The oddity of it actually allowed him to relax, because the male was clearly not one of those types to get in his face and demand answers. "Lost? Yes, that," Qën tried. It seemed like the best option out of those the man sputtered out.
Show the rest of the way down? "What's down there?" he asked, squinting down the tunnel. There were smells, both foreign and... somewhat familiar. Brow pinching, he looked between the darkness and the male addressing him. "Do you live here?" Was that something he could ask?
Gradually pushing from the stone, Qën waffled between starting into the darkness and waiting for this new acquaitance to begin ahead of him. As he waited, he rocked back and forth between his toes and heels. If he knew how to whistle, he would've done that too. Because his balane had only recently been anything reliable, he ended up tipping a little too far forward and had to take a quick step to keep from falling over. Laughing at himself, he grinned sheepishly at the male who was probably beginning to think him insane.
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5'10"
33
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Nemus
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Post by lyra ashford on Jul 22, 2017 17:02:06 GMT -5
[googlefont="Amatic SC"] Home is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me 'round Okay, so the fellow was lost. That was easy enough to take care of, and Lyra gave him a hopefully reassuring smile at the comment, although it was still tinged with the buckets of awkwardness that he carried around every moment of his life. He’d just never been comfortable around other people, especially ones he didn’t know.
“Down there is Perfection. I-I mean, that’s the name of the colony, the place down there. Uhm. There’s nine of us right now, y’know, with me included.” He motioned for the man to follow him and began to lead the way down the tunnel, resuming pulling the sled filled with ice.
“I guess they settled down here because of the algae or something? The, uh, the glowy stuff,” he pointed at the lantern, “or maybe the space… I don’t know. I, uhm, I don’t talk to people much. Just overhear a lot. I’m still pretty new.” He felt his face get warm as he realized he was rambling a little bit, and instead tried to focus on avoiding the large pots that began popping up as they descended toward Perfection, each one filled with water and algae.
Soon they reached the gate of the colony, and the areas beyond were lit much more than the path down had been. The large lake that Lyra had mentally dubbed Radiance Lake, was casting its’ glow from the left once they were inside, and beyond that in the large cavern to their right came the red glow of the kilns.
“Uhm, I guess I should introduce you to Levi, he’s in charge…” Lyra trailed off, and continued down toward where the kilns were. “Oh, s-so you know, I’m Lyra.” They passed a few of the other inhabitants on the way who were checking for the darting worms (was that what they were called? That was the problem with not really talking to people, you only knew what you overheard) but were largely ignored.
As they rounded the corner toward the kilns, the area both brightened and warmed up a bit, and all of their houses came into view, as well as the Ursa pens and ‘The Castle’. What a name. “Levi’ll probably be in there,” Lyra mumbled, walking toward it.
feet on the ground, head in the sky || Qën
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6'1"
8 (~34)
Ursa
Mt. Intego
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27 Posts
Played by Vetti
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Post by Qën on Jul 22, 2017 18:18:09 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 alien didn't seem to notice Qën's intense awkwardness, which he was thankful for. After catching his balance, he followed after the male, trying to understand everything he was saying. It wasn't that the Ursa didn't under the words themselves, they were just... jumbled enough that he was having trouble tracking sentences. Realizing something, he narrowed his eyes and looked sideways at his escort. Qën hadn't sounded much different when he'd first learned to take this form. Could... This be another native? Inhaling deeply, he tried to sift through the mental catalog of species he knew. Though none of them fit, he didn't put the notion out of the realm of possibility. There was much of this world he had yet to discover.
He didn't know what algae was, but the male was motioning to the Lights as he said the word, so Qën noted that the two were synonymous in the alien language. They reached an opening of some sort, and after passing through it the Ursa's gaze snagged on the beauty of the iridescent water. He knew the danger of such attraction, though, and so snapped his eyes forward before letting them trail over the rest of the cave as Lyra led him further. He nodded at the male offering his name, but Qën wasn't certain how to pronounce his own name in their language, so he avoided reciprocating.
Apparently it was customary for him to meet someone else, so he followed obediently. As far as he could tell, no one suspected him here, so he didn't feel he was in any particular danger. The cavern grew lighter and warmer, and while the Ursa appreciated the change, a certain familiar smell came with it that would have raised his hackles had he been in his natural form. He stumbled before stopping, nearly going down in his complete lack of grace. A number of his kind were mulling about inside an enclosure, and while he expected to find terrified eyes staring back at him, only one female paid him any attention at all, and it was while she chewed some delicious-looking shrub. Where had she gotten it? Hunger rumbled through his stomach; he hadn't had a good meal in weeks.
What are.. those used for?" he asked awkwardly, a brief wave of his hand indicating his brethren. As far as he could tell, none of his actual family was here, but they were all the same species, so they counted regardless. And they looked... content.
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