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Post by Conell on Nov 25, 2015 14:10:58 GMT -6
The tall dark skinned woman of the bird tribe laughed when she heard Ronald’s bold claims, she clapped the tiny archer on the back in a gesture probably meant to be friendly, but knocking the wind out of him none the less. “I like the little one! He has fire in his belly. You’ll do well on the Island - given that nothing eats you first.” Kyraz’s hand flashed out once again, smacking the hawk woman’s head. Korra turned around and her fierce eyes locked with the Kyraz’s feline ones, “Would you cut that out?!” The woman of the cat tribe began to follow Ronald as he led them to the fire pits. “When you stop being an idiot.” Korra snarled to herself, but followed Conell as he walked toward the makeshift cookery, grabbing a Gryphon by the leg and dragging it behind her as she did.
The Taguel went about preparing the beasts that had been slain in the skirmish, Korra sending Kyraz into the forest to gather a few spices and herbs for seasoning, while she and the black wolf worked on skinning and gutting the meat. They worked with a easy familiarity, like they’d been living together for years. Once the cat taguel returned with the herbs and the first gryphon was ready to begin cooking, Korra carefully began to roast the lion bird, while Conell and Kyraz finished working on the 3 other gryphons that Orys’s men managed to slay. After a few hours of cooking the feast was done, and Conell’s voice roared out across the camp, “WHO’S HUNGRY?” He walked over to a gryphon, grabbed a leg and yanked it off of the cooked beast. He took a monstrous bite and found that Korra clearly knew what she was doing. “Man Chief. Take your pick.” To the Wolf Taguel the order of who ate when was very important, it signified rank. Kyraz and Korra raised an eyebrow when their leader offered the exiled king the chance to eat before them, he clearly wanted to double down on the diplomacy thing when it came to these people.
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Orys Durrandon
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 107
Profession: The Ambitious Rider
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Oleg
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Post by Orys Durrandon on Nov 26, 2015 6:35:41 GMT -6
Orys was fairly impressed when he walked in on the taguel cooking after burying his men. His hands were covered in the now drying blood of his men, but he ignored such simple problems instead to sit down and observe with curiosity in his mind. They seemed to work together like a pack of animals. Perhaps their animal like form didn't simply limit to just that, but to their general habits and structures. If they were a pack, the leader could possibly be deposed and a new person could become a leader of the pack. It was fascinating, but he didn't want to try it himself. The beast man would rip him apart on the ground. And... He needed to make friends. For his people.
He snapped out of his thoughts as the largest one of them ordered him to take a bite. He felt like saying something against orders to a king, but he controlled himself barely and stood up, walking over to the gryphon. For a moment he considered which part would be the most delicious to consume before then drawing his spear and using the blade on it to cut off a nice sized steak from it's side. "I thank you, beast chief." He then bites into his meat. It's got a rather tough texture at first, but once his teeth sink in and he swallows the first bit the taste almost makes him drool. He keeps up eating for a good while, clearly content with what the beast men have provided.
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Post by Conell on Nov 30, 2015 6:58:56 GMT -6
When Conell looked up and his eyes met the wyvern riders, he found the man’s gaze to be somehow distrustful. There seemed to be something off in the way he watched Conell and his pack worked. When he came up to take a piece of the meat after Conell’s invitation, he did so stiffly - as if he felt like he’d been slighted. The Wolf Taguel could not help but raise an eyebrow at the man. But whatever the case was, they would have to discuss it with less ears about to pry. As the would be king took a bite from the steak, Conell approached and cleared his throat. “I believe it is time you and I discuss your business on the Island. Where can we talk in private?”
To say that this conversation would be simple would be kidding oneself. Conell was openminded, trying to give the humans the benefit of the doubt, but he was still distrustful of outsiders - his father had instilled that one trait deep into his bones. And these outsiders were truly something… other. They came from an ocean away, with strange customs and ideals and weaponry. Even their beasts were foreign. Conell couldn’t help but wonder if the sky lizard was as powerful as the dragons he’d heard legends about in his youth or if it was just a big flying reptile. He was suspecting the later, based off of the fight with the Gryphons, though he couldn’t be certain. Regardless, this was just one new human settlement, this man who declared himself a “King" would need to make a good impression for his entire species sake.
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Orys Durrandon
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 107
Profession: The Ambitious Rider
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Oleg
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Post by Orys Durrandon on Dec 1, 2015 3:11:29 GMT -6
"Ah, yes." He bites into his piece once more before then tilting his head to the slightly ruined but still standing Durranskeep. "We can discuss more in my... Humble abode." He gives his men a pointed, rather cold and ordering glance. "Respect our guests and follow their ways, men. Let them eat first." He then turns to Conell, sighing a tiny bit. "My apologies for ignoring you for a moment, beast chief. My men are of a coarse build. While they're hearty and good all the while, they can be rather... Bad, at some common mannerisms. But trust me, I'll keep them leashed and well mannered as long as your people are our visitors."
The rough man nods and motions for the wolf chief to follow as they set out. He gives his men one final glance before focusing on just looking forwards. He needs to hold an air of superiority around even friends. It's the job of a king: superiority. While such things might hurt diplomacy, acting like a sniveling little child who will do anything as long as he gets what he wants is not how Orys should deal with diplomacy. It'd be a pathetic little deal. He will be proud. He will be a king. But he will also deal with them in a fair manner.
He'd have to find common ground between the two peoples. As he walked he considered for a moment before opening up his mouth. "... Do your people have a religion, beast chief?"
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