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Post by Karoan on Jan 20, 2013 15:34:48 GMT -5
(I have the area in mind where Kili and co run away from the vargs and escape through a secret path - in the movie.)
Rumps! A loud sound told Karoan what he already knew. The heavy backpack landed on the ground and even sent out a little cloud of dust as the grass around and under it was as dry as a desert. It also had the yellow color of the high grass in Ronas which always turned pale yellow due to the dryness it had to endure during the dry hot period of the Ronian summer. The sight of this grass was a little comfort for the warrior without home. His beloved hot home, where many wild animals feed on the grass to prepare for the hard winter, which always arrived with cold dryness instead ot the heat. The first half of a ronian winter was over as soon as the first snow covered the grass, and it ended as soon as the snowfall turned into heavy rainstorms, melting the snow away and turning the dry savannah into a huge puddle of mud where a Shiras could sink in if it was careless.
With a sigh, Karoan thought of the wide open pridelands full of animals a Shiras would prey on. But instead of giving known animals a home, it was luck to find some horses here, the land even seemed to gulp every living being. At least, he could count on Kizala, who managed to prey on rabbits and other little animals. Though mostly, he left these little snacks for Kizala and went out to look for fruits and other eatable things by himself. It wasn't important that he survived, it was important that Kizala survived! One of the rules every Benshir had to obey, as a Shiras helped to keep the animals within the pridelands healthy and in a suitable number for the area. But obviously, he landed in a country where the humans didn't understand that - and so this open prideland must have become empty.
While Kizala aimed for the large rock near the sea where the two of them decided to rest, Karoan started to put off his clothes. He enjoyed the thought of a bath within the clear water, as he was used to do so in Ronas. Fortunately, the sun, which almost stood at the zenith, didn't blind him with nasty reflections of the water too much. He trusted Kizala to warn him if there was any enemy, as she was lying on that huge rock and watching the surroundings. Some trees here and there stood near the lake, while there were other large rocks dropped all over the ocean of dry yellow grass, which reached the horizon in higher and lower waves, which were frozen at their shape. And Kizala seemed to be the only predator to watch over this empty prideland. The brown Shirasa placed her head on her paws and stared her companion, leaving the belongings of him out of sight for a moment. Only the end of her long tail twitched a little, the only sign that she was still on guard.
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Post by Kili on Jan 21, 2013 15:05:02 GMT -5
Kili did not like this world. In fact he was more than willing to share his contempt for it. Kili was used to massive gatherings, seemingly endless lines of dwarves, shouting and challenging one another to everything from a burping contest to a downright brawl across the feasting hall. Flying food moving faster than the insults, loud, obnoxious laughter, booming voices, everything that Kili loved and owned about his race was gone. This world he had no family, no brethren. He was alone here and it chipped away at his cheerful and bright demeanor like nothing else. He missed his uncles death threats, he missed Fili's clever wit to match his own, he missed the deep caverns and the rude insults... he missed home.
He had been wandering this strange world for weeks. The forests did not whisper of the same magic, the trees did not move or speak, the mountains held no giants intent on destroying one another... this world was so foreign and Kili felt so lost. He broke the line of trees and paused. Plains as far as the eye could see filled with muck and mud... such a bizarre world, this place. His muscles tensed, without the cover of trees, he was exposed, any manner of ill being could come to claim him and he would be unable to hide. For the first time he had to rely on himself or be killed. Damn whatever had brought him here. Damn them to the foulest, deepest pit of Smaugs bowels.
A flicker of movement caught his eye and he crouched low, hand instinctively trailing for his bow and an arrow. He had never before seen a creature like this and if it proved to be hostile, Kili would not be caught unawares. He knocked the arrow and drew the bow back. He aimed directly between its eyes and waited. Kili had a warriors patience and if that damned thing moved one hostile step towards him Kili swore on all of his ancestors that he would let the arrow fly.
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Post by Karoan on Jan 22, 2013 14:55:06 GMT -5
Thousands of clear little flashes of light were falling down into the lake where the tall man took a shower. Though the sun colored the transparent drops bright white, it darkened the color of his hair into a dark reddish brown. Almost the haircolor his father possessed. Karoan shook his head like a dog would have done it, just to get the wetness out of his hair. Afterwards, he stepped out of the lake, slowly paced toward his luggage, which was carelessly dropped on the dusty ground which got dried by the sun. His bare feet left a track within the dusty ground. Just like the ground of his homelands would have kept the dust until the snow or rain washed it away. But this time, his footprints would be saved for a while, as the sun was burning to the ground. It burned enough to dry the slightly tanned skin of the Ronari, who now grabbed his clothes to get dressed again.
The almost yellowish-brown skirt, which now turned out to be very wide trousers, soon was on its usual place, just tightened around his waist with a cordon. Second, the decorated skirt followed, letting his trousers look like a skirt. The rest of his body remained naked, as he was used to run around like that. The weather was hot and dry, no reason to wear the heavy shoes which were tightened to the backpack. It was a suitable place to rest for the night, he decided, if the weather remained as dry as it was.
Suddenly, Kizala was on her legs, quickly observing the surroundings of the rock she had been resting on. As her eyes couldn't catch any strangers or any sign of danger, she let go a growl and stared at Karoan. I thought I smelled something. It reminded me a bit of you - after a year without a bath! The redhead stopped within dressing himself, slowly turning to Kizala. "Say that again! I'll turn you into my next carpet once I'm home again!"
Quickly, he finished his outfit and headed toward the huge rock. He swore that Kizala was grinning, not paying any attention to the surroundings. The huge cat just waited for her companion, who started to climb up that rock. "Come down, if you dare to!" Karoan even ignored the raised paw of his Shirasa, obviously knowing that she would never hurt him. He didn't realize that right behind him, between a small group of trees and bushes, was someone hiding, completely unseen. Karoan was completely unaware of the threatening arrow right behind his bare back.
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Post by Kili on Jan 23, 2013 18:17:20 GMT -5
Kili was not afraid of many things. He had seen too much bloodshed in his life, had seen too much death, knew the sights of a man suffering and a woman grieving over her lost beloved. He knew the scent of burning flesh and of wounds infected by plague and disease. His eyes were hard onyx and his stance was ever ready for combat. His armor, carved in the most brilliant of patterns gleamed in the sun, it was dark, crafted with the rocks deep within the caverns of Lonely Mountain, Thorin had crafted it, a gift to his nephew. It had saved his life numerous times. The cloth above it was dark, a black tunic battle worn and half covered in dirt. His entire life had been one battle after another and it showed in the dark lines of his face.
He stayed where he was, crouched silent and unmoving, long, dark hair clinging to the winds, the arrow drawn back and the bow held strong in a firm grip. He did not kill without purpose, nor reason. He knew that saving a life rather than taking one was the key to a true warrior, but if the beast threatened his safety... he had no choice. So he stood, dead-locked with this beast and waited.
But then... a man joined the ferocious looking...thing. He was bizarre, rugged, no doubt some kind of warrior or hunter, but clearly rough enough to be out here alone. Kili debated his options. He could kill them both, he had their backs and a plethora of arrows, he could shoot them both before they could move and at least allow himself the advantage... but Kili was an honorable fighter, the kings own nephew, and he did not slaughter innocence. He was not so barbaric. So with almost a grunt of annoyance at his own pride, he called out to the two.
"I think, perhaps the both of you should turn around speaking that I'm behind you." Kili's tone was rather bright and cheerful. A crooked grin curling up the corners of his mouth, he lowered the bow, but kept it and the arrow firmly in hand, if they became violent, Kili was sure as hell to take out at least one. He may be a dwarf but he was deadly with his arrows.
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Post by Karoan on Jan 26, 2013 12:05:56 GMT -5
(Perhaps I was clumsy enough to not mention that Kizala's speech is only hearable for Karoan. How terrible clumsy of me. T.T)
It was difficult to climg up that rock, way too difficult for the Ronari. And Kizala wasn't even helpful - obviously, it was fun for her to strike the rock underneath her just there where Karoans hands were. Though she didn't use her sharp claws, as if she didn't want to wound her companion. But suddenly, she looked to a bunch of bushes, not even bothering about Karoan.
As soon as Karoan realized that Kizala wasn't caring about him, he started to look for little stones to distract her from whatever her attention was being drawn to. Not a second later, there was a male voice behind him, ordering him to turn around. The redhead then jumped off the rock - he wasn't able to get to a decent height - and turned around. At first, he thought about the smell Kizala must have noticed before. But the sight of that little warrior told him that there had been danger. Even though that dark haired man was small it was still an armoured man with plenty of arrows and a bow. There were plenty of possibilities to kill him and Kizala, but obviously, that little shortie was not interested in killing him. Perhaps he had noticed that Karoan only had his wooden sword - and was defenseless.
But perhaps, that shortie was just a friendly fellow. At least the crooked grin on that young man's face led to that conclusion. Of course, Karoan thought of having some more company, someone that could distract his mind from the loss of his homelands. Though it would be fun to see that shortie run while he was sitting on Kizala while she was walking with a slow pace. That thought almost made him grin.
"It seems like both of us were a bit careless. I don't think that we have any reasons to let our weapons speak. By the way, what's your name, short one?" Karoan spoke with a strong accent, tending to link each wort to another, sometimes creating slightly odd sounds. It was total normal for him to speak like that, as the ronian language was fluent like liquid. Unlike some other languages he had heard before.
One second later, he regretted that he mentioned the size of the other one - and Kizala too seemed to dislike it, as her paw landed on his head, almost making him fall.
"Ouch!", the redhead said, letting go a murmur of various Ronian curses, while he was rubbing his head. Some of them seemed very vulgar, according to Kizalas behaviour. But Karoan then calmed down and looked at the short one, not knowing what kind of human he was.
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Post by Kili on Jan 29, 2013 16:05:10 GMT -5
Kili was always had a sensible charm about him. he was clever, sharp-witted, always cracking jokes and telling stories... his kin had come to him when they had felt down and depressed because Kili always had a prank or a story to divulge that would distract him from their own miseries and their own sorrows. He was never good at actually handling depression or comforting his kin, but he was always good for a quick laugh when his kin had needed it most. Kili was naturally good at making friends, a very rare trait in most dwarves indeed. His bow was always at hand, but he kept it now in case the beast decided to lunge over the human... or at least what he thought was a human. With naught but a wooden sword, even as a master fighter he would not last long against dwarven steel, nor arrows.
"Short one?" He blinked only briefly before a loud, rambunctious laughter erupted from his chest, he slung the bow back over his shoulder and stepped out of the brush. It had been far too long since he had had a laugh so joyous. It rumbled and burst from his chest much like when he had been traveling with Fili. He hardly ever shut up when alone with his brother, it was always Thorin scolding them for being obnoxiously loud and causing mischief, ahh but if only he could return home. "Perhaps I am not short and you are just tall, have you ever thought of that?" Let it never be said that Kili was slow to wit.
Regardless of the playful banter he stepped forward, extending his hand in greeting to this stranger. it would do neither of them any good to make an enemy when it would more than likely benefit them both to make an ally. From what he had seen so far of this world, this man was just as much of a stranger as he. Kili had no idea why he had been brought here or for what purpose, but when he found them... they would live to rue the day even if he died instilling such fear.
"My names Kili. Nephew of the dwarven king Thorin the rightful ruler of Erebor." It was spoken more to embellish his uncle than himself but never the less it was his formal title.
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Post by Karoan on Feb 13, 2013 8:16:56 GMT -5
(Sorry for letting you wait for so long >.< I hardly had time)
So that little fellow listened to Kili. Strange name. But every name he has heard so far sounded strange, nearly like a Salbean name, but at the other hand completely different, too. That little man was not a Ronari, it was a man of another country, of another group of folks. And again, the Redhead realized that both of them had one thing in common. He was not the only one who was travelling on unknown lands. Maybe Kili's presence would do him good, as Kizala was "only" his Shirasa and not human. And human company would save his mind. Especially if it was a joking little fellow like Kili.
"Strange to meet another man with noble blood. My name is Karoan Travelling Mind of Saikal, Son of Joalik Seeing Eye of Tohain, the current King of Ronas. And my companion goes by Kizala. But it is still okay of we both refer to our first names." As he spoke, he rolled the R, just as every Ronari did. It was a reliquie of his origin, just like the black tattoed letters on his chest which would remain until he died or until he would have to burn that tattoo. But that time was still far far away within the distant future - and there still was the chance that he died before Kizala did...
The stretched hand looked rather strange to the tall man, as Ronarit normally greeted in another way. But he didn't expect Kili to hug him for it was rather strange to be hugged by a man with the size of a kid. And how should he land his hand on Kilis shoulder without letting the smaller one have a meeting with his lower stomach. Somehow it was wrong not to give his hand just the same as causing unneeded misunderstandings. He doubted that Kili would like to make friends with him when there was a misunderstanding, as Karoan had already seen the cruelty of the real inhabitants of this land. They did not accept love between two men nor two women. It hadn't been only one time he had seen the ashes...
Fine, then he would have to do it the dwarven way. The Redhead stretched out his hand, grabbing the smaller hand carefully, as if he could break it with too much pressure.
"Maybe I'm the tall one among dwarves if every one of your fellows is smart like you. But maybe that doesn't apply for neither one of us here. Under this sun we are both strangers."
The yellow grass did not reach Karoans hips, but it gulped Kili's legs. As Karoan watched the other one, he reminded the Redhead of his Ronian homelands where the grass sometimes was high enough to even gulp his Shirasa. Another strange fact distracted his mind. Kili really reminded him of his uncle Riam who stayed in Tohain. Only the little differences between the two of them kept him from looking for the tattoo on the chest. Hopefully he didn't do anything stupid. As if Kili could not distract him from his homesickness!
(*sees Kili going mad when Karoan actually does something stupid* Would be interesting xD)
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