Karoan
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Post by Karoan on Jan 6, 2013 16:59:47 GMT -5
Without any sound, white fields of fog clouds which would not allow a passenger to look trough were slowly floating around the trees, as if the mist were little fairies cosying the thick strong trees, which color has changed to a darker brown tone everywhere the mist touched them. As if the mist wanted to play silly tricks, it clinged to any bush in sight, gulping it as hungry as a living being could be. It covered the ground, hiding everything that was smaller than three feet. Like a silly villain tricking his victims the fog mocked every living being that could look over the ocean of thick white mist. It was not the first time that low toned growlings echoed through the bushes near the two travellers. One of them had to find a way through the white sea which always put something sharp in the way or let a rock apper right there where the big brown paws landed. Unwillingly, the Shirasa walked on, rather believing her mistrust against the mist than the very little she could see.
Karoan felt pity for her, as he could do nothing to aid her in her misery. He would only slow her down as her pace always forced him to hurry. And he already had the order to remain on Kizala's bare back. Of course he followed her instructions, as he had no wish to experience her in anger. It would not have been the first time that she had been mad at him. One time, she claimed all of the kills for herself, just to punish him for not obeying her orders.
"I never disliked fog, but this silly trickster below us truly deserves to be hated. If it wasn't useless to snap at it, I would have torn it apart!", Kizala told him through his mind. The only ones that could hear her voice were Karoan and other Shir.
"I know, Kizala. I also wish to have normal fog that tells us that snow is going to come. But this isn't Ronas.", he told her in his mother tongue, too lazy to hide the slight tone of homesickness within his voice. One gaze at the top of the trees told him that it was daytime, but the mist below them had the same color than the clouds above them. Silently, he let one hand wander to Kizala's neck to pat her in a cheering way.
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Post by Raizel on Jan 8, 2013 21:43:38 GMT -5
Fog. How annoying. a bitter sigh escaped from her lips as it did nothing but, well turn to fog. Of course being a spirit whom could control things such as this, she just, was tired. she actually kinda liked the fog shielding her from everything else, she just, didn't like everything else, being shielded from her. how else was she supposed to know if someone or something was going to sneak up on? Well other than the fact she could sense auras and has good senses.. Other than that she was defenseless!! Really!
She sighed and tossed a potato in her hand around in her palm before biting into it. No worries she boiled it over fire first. Even seasoned it with some herbs she saved and dried in the summer. It was good, any type of potato was good to her, but she would have preferred it cooked like the humans did it. Man that was good.. Th thought of it made her drool on her own potato a little. Blushing when she snapped out of it, she wiped her mouth and quickly looked around to make sure no one had saw her doing such a thing.. Getting up, Raizel migrated from her spot by the fire to let the other potatoes cook. she had sitting still for too long.
Then she froze. her mouth was held open, her eyes unblinking as she slowly dragged them to look down. She.. Dropped her potato... In a muddy puddle, no less. dragon spirit or no, she had standards, and eating muddy potatoes crossed those!! Oh what a sad day to be Raizel.. It was always a sad day to lose a potato...
Collapsing to her knees, then falling forward to her hands, that sank into some mud, she stared at the potato that stood as still as a rock. For a soft potato it sure wedged itself in the mud good.. She knew if she tried to grab it, it would only break from how soft it was. Growling, she punched the water.
"Cursed good for nothing liquid!! How dare you have the courage to take my potato eating rights!!! You have no idea who you have just offended, prepare to die!" After she proceeded to strike the water, she finally lifted it, froze it, and broke it into many small pieces as she huffed, watching her potato die with it once more. Little did she know there were others, blind to their aura from being too distracted with the grave loss of her food.
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Post by Karoan on Jan 9, 2013 12:41:53 GMT -5
Unwillingly, the brown Shirasa moved onward through the white mist. Though she had a slow pace to avoid nasty surprises, the fog kept on playing his tricks on her. Was it a white shadow within the clouds or muddy ground. Karoan payed attention to the hallucination which disappeared as quickly as it had shown itself. It wasn't the first time he wanted to pull his wooden sword, the only weapon that remained his possession. In fact, he had woken up in a muddy hole, where he had to find ot that his food and water were gone, just like his weapons. At first, he thought that thieves had caught him, but the heavy money bag on his belt convinced him that it must have been something else. Not a single Kigala, the money of Ronas, was gone. At least Kizala had been beside him...
And now, he was stuck here in a foreign land, unable to find back to Ronas. Karoan hadn't seen any human beings during the last days, as he had been travelling through this mist. Both him and Kizala were soaked to the bones, but that was not important to them. Back then in Ronas, Kizala had never shown any fear to water, she even enjoyed taking a bath in one of the lakes. The only wetness she disliked was mud, as the sand was glued to her fur like water was tied to the ground. The Shirasa also disliked the taste of the sand between her teeth. She would rather decide to wait until it was dried so that she could simply shake it off, but unfortunately, that damn fog always made a strike through her plans as that mud never dried.
For once more, both of them were caught by their great homesickness as in Ronas, there was a long time of cruel dryness where not a single raindrop fell to the ground. Just in the middle of that dry period, the hot weather usually became cold, so that every Ronari had to wear additional clothing. But as for now, Karoan only wore his cape which hardly shielded him from getting soaked more and more. It became quite heavy.
Suddenly, a voice reached his ears. Even Kizala stopped right with one of her paws lifted. "You know what to do, Kizala?", he whispered, as the angry voice ended. "Of course I do.", she responded, changing the direction. Now she didn't care about the ground anymore and peeked closer to the origin of the voice. "Careful.", Karoan added, as he felt the nervousity of his Shirasa. The smell of smoke sent tickling sensation through the Nose of the Ronari as he remembered fire as a harmless origin of warmth within a house. But on the other hand fire could also appear in the dry half of the summer half of the Ronian year.
As silently as possible, he told Kizala to stop and jumped off, landing within the mud as loud as possible. Damnit! A quiet Ronian curse left his lips as he realized that the sound warned everything around. But still, he moved closer to the place where he expected to find someone. Right behind him was Kizala, bigger than a horse, which would have been lost within the trees, unable to walk over the roots, rocks and muddy placed which would not let a horse foot remain on the spot.
In front of him, halfways covered by the mist, there was a woman sitting in the mud, obviously looking at something interesting on the ground. Karoan took a few steps until he was sure that she wasn't an illusion. Her clothes possessed the color of high green Ronian grass. Without doubt, the way her clothes were cut could only mean that he was back in Ronas! The fact that she wore just a small piece of leather around her chest marked that she was woman. Ronian men would wear nothing around the chest. But Karoan only paid attention to that for a second, before the joy of coming home struck him. Smiling, he took some steps again, until he was just a few meters away from her.
"Heya!", he greeted her. "Toja soravas Ronarava?", he asked in a friendly tone, but according to his words, he was a little unsure, as the Ronian way of decorating the own clothes was not visible. No figures that could help him guessing her job within a Ronian town. There were no threads at all, so no color that such a non-existing thread could possess, which barely helped him. "Toja zilava soravas Benshira?", Karoan asked as he thought about his trip to the outskirts of Saikal to meet up with Kizala. Maybe that white-haired woman was on such a trip. In this case, he would only disturb her during that.
OOC- Note: Karoan says: "Hello! Are you maybe a Ronara? Are you maybe not even Benshira?"
[Benshir= Rider like Karoan. "zila" means "no/not". Maybe impressed through infix -va, Question word order is Subject-Verb-Object, just like in normal sentences. Ronian doesn't know Inversion in questions]
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