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Post by Skylos on Aug 9, 2021 11:09:39 GMT -6
No amount of bowls of warm milk would fill the gouging void in his stomach right now. It wasn't hunger this time, but fear. He had no choice though, and the lure of the shady alley dwellers who he'd managed to avoid most of his young life, finally got him. But he had no money, and needed it. Recent events put his young worginu in jeopardy, and she needed surgery. A very expensive surgery. He shouldn't have let her mess around with that severed frog's head. Nothing to blame but himself and a young puppy's curiosity to explore by their mouth first. That evening she wasn't eating and her belly looked rather distended. Wouldn't drink, and he took her straight to the local vet, with a note of being unable to speak common, but can read and understand it verbally. Kitri was taken into the emergency clinic... and he had to watch her laid out on a slab, jabbed with pokers and looking positively miserable. They would do the operation, but he had to get money to pay for it. 1
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Post by Skylos on Aug 9, 2021 11:33:54 GMT -6
Money that he didn't have. Kitri needed to be kept at least overnight. Skylos prided himself on knowing exactly how much was in his little jar of saved coppers. It wouldn't cover nearly enough. Trying not to show fear, he accepted the 'starter bill' the vet called it, the paper scrunched into a pulp in his paw. The quest board did offer points, but he had to exchange the points for money, and that stuff took time. He didn't 'hAVE' time. Would the vet operate on his worginu even without being paid yet? Trapising down to the docks, the disheveled and scared cat man hunted around... for a jar he couldn't find. No. NO. That was two years worth of saving coppers. Where. Did it get washed away? Frantically, he dug around in the dirt and silt around the dock legs... and found nothing. He had no money, whatsoever now. The faraway look in his eyes spoke volumes of his panic and despair. 2
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Post by Skylos on Aug 9, 2021 11:41:00 GMT -6
As such, someone had seen him digging around in the low tide of the river, and tapped the filthy cat sharply on the shoulder. Mentions of needing money, and a good paying job. All he had to do, was follow. It should've been against his better judgement, but Skylos wasn't thinking right. He staggers after the vagabondish contact, gets sprayed down by a hose, and then pointed into a two ended box. It's dark in here, and smells a bit like old reptile. There's someone else on the other side. The vagabondish contact is speaking in a language Skylos doesn't know, but the other on the other side of the box, separated by a spacing to put things through, speaks. Of doing a significant job for them, at some physical expense. They had heard of his plight with paying for his pet's operation, and would fund it, with extra, if he'd do this job. The clatter of rocks, a pouch with something squishy feeling inside. He's to take these things to the place indicated on the map shoved through the box, and perform the task on the letter provided. Upon return, he'd be paid. Don't steal it. 3
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Post by Skylos on Aug 9, 2021 12:19:55 GMT -6
The giant black temple stands outside of the city, not by a significant ways, but enough that its obscured by some trees. Each rock had been wrapped up in the cleanest newsprint he could find, and the pouch of squishy set on top, all gathered into a pouch swinging from one paw. If anyone thought otherwise, the cat was going on a picnic, where he sorely needed to relax. His walk was stilted and tense. He could smell the temple as he approaches it, and it smells of blood. And anger. And fear. And desire. How can you smell desire. Uh.... don't ask, its just a smell. The mentioned 'speakers' must be the ones who are at the top, as he climbs. Occasionally shifting the pouch into his mouth to walk on all fours and get some bloodflow back into the carrying paw, the cat finally reaches the top, making sure to be walking like a normal creature, not holding something in his mouth like a wild. 4
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Post by Skylos on Aug 9, 2021 12:35:41 GMT -6
Shabby he might be, but his mother did impart some manners in his young age. Standing straight, he bows to the three stone throned figures, shrouded in red. Taking his pouch, and turning around. For some reason, what he could smell coming up, no longer came to his senses. Its almost like a void up here. Visually frightening but not to the other senses. What did the letter say... he pulls it out of his suspenders pocket. Put the items on the altar, the bowl thing, he supposes. 'for the love of all that is fluffy, don't shed on this.' he hopes to himself, fumbling the pouch strings a bit to open it up. Each rock, a long pointed yellow crystalline shape, is unwrapped carefully, and laid in the bowl. The orb is fist sized, at least for a human. He tries to make a fist too, just looks like a puff of fur. The orb clicks gently against the six yellow crystals, and something 'appears' in front of him. Its short, green, and kind of jagged. Uh, what did it say next. The pouch squirreled away in his other suspenders pocket, the letter says to use the berry, in its own separate pouch, as he has to eat it. The colors don't make it look appetizing, but he puts the berry into his mouth, and bites down. Wincing as he stupidly bites his tongue a bit. Sweetness with copper floods his mouth as he chews the squishy object, and swallows, mouth throbbing a bit. The juice stings a bit. Finally, he takes the short knife, and pauses. At least one drop huh, at least thats what the note says. Making a long cut across his right pawpad, it hurts. Nothing like removing a rock from your toes. Making a fist with the injured appendage, Skylos lets his blood dribble all over each of the rocks, till they are gleaming red. The knife doesn't drop, just vanishing instead. The sight of his own blood is kind of frightening, and his knees drop to the altar's floor. Putting his bleeding paw together with his good paw, the cat prays. Prays for Kitri, prays for good fortune, and prays to whatever he's supposed to pray to here. A god or sort. Even if he can't smell what has fallen on the altar itself, before, now or after, the smell of his own blood is nauseating. What, he's a cat who doesn't catch his own food. Not often anyhow. -eats berry, bleeds on rocks and prays- -done? 5
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Post by Nadia on Aug 10, 2021 10:47:31 GMT -6
Node creation: success! Cooldown period ends on 9th August 2022
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