6'1"
8 (~34)
Ursa
Mt. Intego
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27 Posts
Played by Vetti
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Post by Qën on Apr 9, 2017 12:20:12 GMT -5
[attr="class","Im"]
[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. | Things were starting to look up. He didn't understand all the languages spoken by the newcomers, but he'd at least partially grasped one of them. His sentences weren't complete, but at least the two-leggeds seemed to think him less strange this way. He'd come across a couple others with broken jargon like himself, though he sensed no nativity to them. Thus, Qën had come to the conclusion that he was not the only creature here that could not properly convey everything he was thinking. It made him feel for the others he came across, even if it simultaneously made him feel accomplished.
Today, he was challenging himself with the most densely populated portion of the eastern colony. His strides - more even now that he had practiced for weeks - took him from collection to collection, eyeing the trinkets these beings deemed important. His hand ran over a sort of coarse material draped over a log. The woman offering it spoke something about warmth, and wrapped it around her frame to show him what she meant. Ah, it was like an extra skin, okay. With a smile and a nod, Qën started to make his way to the next group of items when the woman spoke up a little louder, and pulled another skin from somewhere out of sight. This one was brightly colored, much like his brethren - a mixture of greens and blues. Lids narrowing, he stepped forward to examine it.
He stopped before he completely reached it, because his sense of smell confirmed his suspicion. It looked like his brethren because it was one of them; or the pelt of one, at least. Horrified and suddenly sick to his stomach, Qën wheeled backwards with a gasp. "No," he whispered fiercely, though anything else he might have said was interrupted by him careening into someone behind him.
Rather than grappling for the person for stability and likely taking them down with him, Qën hunched to the side and fell on his own, landing roughly on a shoulder before rolling to his back, breath coming out in pants. He'd thankfully managed not to hit his head; the ground was covered in lush grass here, but he had no disillusion about how hard the underlying soil was.
It took a moment for his eyes to focus on the woman above him (thanks to his studies, he could now definitively differentiate the genders). "Sorry, sorry," he rushed out, though he made no move to stand or do anything to make himself seem less pathetic. His mind was whirling from the knowledge that someone had killed one of his. Maybe his brother had been right - assimilating with this kind was a mistake.
(tagged)⏤ Ash Goldstone(notes)⏤ let me know if you'd like anything changed! |
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5'5"
24
Architect
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7 Posts
Played by Laika
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Post by Ash Goldstone on Apr 22, 2017 14:41:34 GMT -5
❝But she said, where'd you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?❞
Ash loved the market. She could spend hours on the twisting footpaths, squeezing between tents bristling with both the strange and the mundane. It made her feel more optimistic about their chances of succeeding at all this. Even on some far-flung planet humanity inevitably rebuilt and transformed the alien into the familiar. They had a chance, however slim.
Unfortunately she was there for business and not pleasure. Earlier that morning she managed to flip a hefty fish-like creature out of the water. (Or more accurately, it had lunched out of the water and latched on to her boot.) The thing was smooth-skinned like an eel, covered with slime and bristling with fleshy tendrils. By far the most disgusting thing she had ever seen, but she was hoping that she could find someone who had seen one before. Or by some miracle, someone willing to trade for it.
She was just about to give up and head back to her makeshift camp to butcher the damn thing, when she nearly got bowled over. "Hey!"
"You should watch where you're -" The man simply flopped to the ground like a rag doll, his face lined with stunned pain. Ash's irritation evaporated and she dropped to her knees at his side. She wished fervently - and not for the first time - that she had taken that first aid class her college offered on the weekends. "Are you okay? Do I need to get you a doctor?"
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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 Apr 23, 2017 10:19:04 GMT -5
[attr="class","Im"]
[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. | His mind was spinning enough that the female's words didn't really register with him. He knew his kind was hunted, and that was part of the reason he'd chosen the path he had - to try and convince them otherwise - but actually seeing the evidence..... Made him sick to his stomach.
The only thing that snapped him out of the horrifying reverie was that she dropped to the ground beside him - the movement causing his eyes to flick to her. Thankfully, the skin was no longer in sight, so he wasn't going to backslide. He tried to breathe a sigh of relief but failed; the knowledge was too fresh. Swallowing thickly, Qën pushed up onto a hip. "I'm fine." he said gruffly, more because he noticed the aliens tended to use the phrase when they were upset than because he actually knew what it meant.
Coming to, he noticed she had a very smelly something in her hand. His nose wrinkled, seeing the fish that was normally delicious, but only if it was killed underwater. He'd learned that one the hard way; once he'd taken his catch pridefully home, having killed it on the bank of the river, only to get the sickest he's ever been a few hours later. His mother had tried explaining the difference to him, but at the time he'd been too young to really understand. Something about toxins they secrete if out of the water for more than a few seconds. Grimacing, he pointed to thing now. "Don't... eat," he managed, words coming out slowly. He was getting better, but still had a long way to go, it seemed.
Trying to emphasize his point, he pointed to the woman. "Sick," he tried, and motioned back to the fish. Hopefully she'd make the correlation and get rid of the thing; he didn't want to get the smell on his paws.
Worried that he was telling her to get rid of her only food source, Qën eyed her a moment. She didn't seem particularly ravenous, but it was always kind to offer food if it was available. "Hungry?" he asked, trying to think of what was near here that he could give her. The two-leggeds seemed much less fond of consuming shrubbery than he was...
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