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Post by Flare on Mar 17, 2020 10:55:27 GMT -6
For all the mysical mombo jumbo crap that had happened to him recently, you'd think flare would be fine with the bamph ouinto the mansion itself. standing there in the middle of the FOYER that has no exits. the only exit is blocked by...himself. as a ssashirk. whole and hale and healthy, but with clever gold eyes that have a mildly surprised appearance. {about time. first time to meet you face to face, halfblood.} halfblood? he didn't make much sense of that. 'Who are you' he asked, somehow standing on his own. a fellow outcast. the owner of that body you were wearing. Your genevian blood referrs me as Glory. he says. Flare just blinks. his head tilts slightly. what? he wasn't genevian blooded. you stand out from the other tumai, and i have encountered many MANY of your tribe in my desert trotting. His wings flare impressivley. march 31 11.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 17, 2020 11:12:37 GMT -6
'I already know that I stand out. stood out.' Flare grumbled. he meant to say it to himself, but his thoughts were heard with his ears. {Yes, you are pasty to the point of being sick, and that hair doesn't help matters. nobody in your tribe is that birght.} the ssashirk remarks, standing a head and neck above the skinny human youth. {It doesn't apepared of being dyed except for the tips are not as bright.} suddenly very modest about his already off looks, Flare's fingers reach op to his hair, fingering a colorful lock. {don't look so upset, it is not a bad thing to stand out.} Glory responded, poking himself in the chest. he looks very dragonish. {My hatch parents were quite shocked to find how strongly my latent blood ran in my veins. tell me, what do I look like.} with angling his head back and sideways, there is a row ao fspines running from his skull to his tail, of varying lengths and his feet weren't raptor like. march 32 12.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 18:16:52 GMT -6
The very dragonish ssashirk waits a few beats until he sees the youth’s posture stiffen and take a step backwards. Grinning a mouthful of sharp teeth in his longer then normal snout. {Stop seeing everytthing at face value. Or hearing it.} Glory responds with a smirk. {Otherwise they will trick you. Decieve you. And likely try to lure you to an early grave pit.} The youth looks confused. {I’m lying to you.} ...oh. {You really are broken minded, believing all that.} the ssashirk mused. {I don’t know and don’t care if you are differntly blooded then the other Tumai. I would be hypocritical of myself for being different if I gave you crap about your heritage.} Why are you here. {To fix you.} the ssashirk points at him, and the youth’s balance wavers to falling back on his butt. His leg is gone. Again. March 33 13.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 18:40:14 GMT -6
”How will you h..help me?” His own voice sounds horribly croaky, dry and unused. {I wouldn’t call it easy, nor painless. Your power can fix you. Just relax, and take hold of that power within.} Glory points out. Being lectured by the one who he had... worn made about as much sense as dyeing your hair white. {Why do you want this power. What will you do with it.} the question echoed inside his head. To be perfectly honest with himself, Flare hadn’t really considered what the magic rock could do for him. Besides purge his curse, which it had done. Now what? He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and exhaling softly. Repeating the attempt to calm himself and look deep within. At that little peep of dissent that had declared loudly he wanted to survive the first time around in the soul plane. What do you want with this power. Why. What will it do for you.} March 34 14.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 19:36:34 GMT -6
'I've been dancing in the palm of someone's hand for longer then I can remember... I want to forge my own path. Find my friend, learn the truth of his imprisonment. I am unsure of how this power can help me... but the earth is old and wise. I want to thrive, and remake my life, the ...third chance I've been granted.' he finally thinks to himself, but it comes out as words. {Greedy little sprout, aren't you.} Glory scoffed. {Want want want want want. Tch, I suppose we'll help you.} Flare looked up at him. 'We?' the ssashirk grins, and he looks rather... scaly. No, leafy. {stubborn little things, dryads. They refuse to show their true selves before the ungifted. Yet you have been touched by a dryad who took pity and showed themself to you. You're special, and we dont' know how. Voice of the earth and of sand, you are going to be one of our}... march 35 15.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 19:49:16 GMT -6
Glory stoops before the youth, and pokes the area just above his gaping, missing hip with a single, seedlike claw. The feeling of something round deep inside pulses, and the boy glows like some sort of firefly. From the ground that also glows around him, sprouts break free of the ground, growing up and up. Surrounding him with plant life. Glory is grinning as he stands up, but his leaves, his whole self is being sewn into the plants. {Lets see how far you go on your stubbornness and your power, sprout.} he hisses as the branches start weaving themselves into the empty socket. The voice fades and the branches and stems create a writhing mass of wood that bends at two points before a green glow sears it, and Flare's vision greens out. Not something to write often, greening out. When he opens his eyes, he's back under the area in the semi light. march 36 16.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 19:56:37 GMT -6
The pulsing feeling has faded, and the pale human lies on his back, gasping as if he'd run a sprint from jumping up and immediately taking off. The dryad peeks out from out in the light. She appears a bit nervous, but its hard to tell. 'You woke up. that is good.' the dryad whispers, approaching. She stops as the human figure struggles to sit up, really struggling. He's got no strength in his arms. Heck, hardly the strength to raise his head off the ground. Fwumping back into the grass with a grunt, the youth sighs. He can hear a very soft giggle. 'Humans are impatient' she mentions, coming forth and pulling up? But she doesn't pull on him. The earth itself seems to pull upwards towards her touch, like she's grabbing onto and up a rope. To the point that he's lying at a partial sitting angle. march 37 17.20
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Post by Renathan on Mar 18, 2020 20:15:18 GMT -6
A lone lantern swings in the wind... [to 35]
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 21:56:20 GMT -6
Its surprisingly not uncomfortable as he lies against the dryad made hillock. There's some knot feelings in the back of his shoulders though, but the youth has no strength to do much shifting about. But when he looks down towards the light outside of the... place he was, he noticed being heavier on his missing limb's side. The dryad seemed to be either reading his emotions or reading his mind, because she draws back the blanket of moss. ...what? He was awake right? Because his right leg was... there. But it was wooden. Think Hakuryuu from Magi, with the bamboolike wooden limb. Each portion of leg, the thigh, the shin and finally the foot each one portion of wood, with ball joints in the proper area. his toes were little blunt roots. Concentrating, he tried to wiggle his toes. The toes were not flexible, but they did move a bit. march 38 18.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 22:31:01 GMT -6
'You have the blessing of the earth, child of sand and of earth.' she says softly, watching the human's reaction. 'The earth does have a slight sense of humor though'. She giggles again and shields her eyes. A few moments pass before she throws the blanket back over his lower half. Uh... he didn't... he was... A vivid flush spread to his cheeks. Avoiding the dryad's gaze, Flare closes his eyes, trying to clear his mind. Well... it didn't occur... ssashirk didn't... don't... yeah, digging a deeper hole in his head. Bad brain, you get soaped! 'rest now, you need to regain your strength. by sheer luck was I able to approach and bring you out of the grove before the monster could cause you further harm.' Monster? Monster... a vivid image appeared in his mind of the giant beast chewing on the remains of his useless leg. Not quite as tall as a tree, but getting there. Big, winged, and smelled of ash. Like a coal bloomery. march 39 19.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 18, 2020 22:37:24 GMT -6
He must've drifted off while trying to clear his head of any residual thoughts, because the slightly raspy breathing evened out... slowing into the soft inhale and exhale of sleep. He would need to sleep a lot, and eat a lot. No living human thrived when compared to a stick. The dryad knew she could not keep him here; the human child of sand and earth needed human hands to care and take him. The earth had restored him, in body and spirit, but time would restore his mind. She somehow managed to make him disappear. There were a scattering of lanterns hanging off the garden fence later on, one with a pair of chocolate coins dangling around the string. He'd find them eventually, but whomever left them would be at least smart enough to keep the item away from the bouncing rakai pup. Someone was smart enough to at least drop by to feed him. -fin?- march 40 20.20 lv 67 Flare
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Post by Renathan on Mar 18, 2020 22:49:10 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Apr 8, 2020 22:32:52 GMT -6
Now that he was old enough, and Flare had recovered from his ...affair, he'd been hoping to bring the dragon hound along at one point. He'd never exposed Shabh to such an unusual area, and this place... really had a different air to it with the passing of Faelot. A splash of graffiti in common reads Tikan takal along the fence as they pass, Flare coaxing the hound to keep close. Not constantly calling him. but he needed to figure out how to follow along. However, he wasn't quite sure how to do so. Coax him with food? Should he be on a leash? The rope harness he made was too small now and had to be nearly fully redone so he didn't choke himself while on the stake. Maybe he should've done this before approaching the mansion. But Shabh smells at the fence, at the graffiti, his nose wrinkles. Ew, smells. April 1 Follow 1 8.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 10, 2020 4:47:11 GMT -6
From the months together, Flare and Shabh already knew that barking at each other in their native tongues did absolutely nothing. But in the corner of his eye while olfactorily examining the fence, the dragon hound barely seemed to sense his alpha's anxiety. He looks up at the big place before him. He didn't see anything out of sorts, like a withering plant, OUTSIDE. But something did leave spectral, unfeeling, reasoning for him to not like this place. Flare isn't sure what to do. For now he starts walking, and calls Shabh to come. The rakai does so, but the alpha's walking is very... stilty. Jointed. Not right. Like someone just marching along as if pushed to. And suddenly he turns away from the magical house and walks another direction. Confused, the rakai has no trouble keeping pace with his alpha, who does have a third foot to keep track of. Hwo? April 2 Follow 2 9.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 10, 2020 18:01:22 GMT -6
From his pawfalls, the humanish tumaian could hear Shabh keeping an easy pace with him. The occasional noise of confusion at the sudden change of direction. He hadn't said a word yet, just hoping and inwardly hoping that Shabh would keep up and follow him around before he started telling him to. Once he finally stopped, the dragon hound finally caught up beside him. The pace they'd kept the last few minutes warmed him up considerably, starting to pant. A treat magically seemed to produce itself from his pocket and offered it to the rakai. He licks up the treat wetly, still panting after finishing it up. {Good follow. Lets go again. Follow close Shabh} Again with the following around? {Follow close} and off he went, not running per say, but when putting his mind to it, he'd seen his alpha move swiftly. From above it looks very similar to a VERY confused ant trail. Follow 3 April 3 10.20
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