Aeos
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A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Nov 19, 2016 10:12:51 GMT -6
“So we share a legend then? Medusae are myths here too. I wonder what else be common in both our lands. Uhm.. outside oft language.” He thought on it some more.
“It.. funny. Some people claim that wyverns.. be cousins oft dragons. Wyverns.. are like.. well they are flying reptiles... but they are not tied to magic like dragons are. They be closer to land lizards rather then dragons. But yet some humans insist that there must be some sort oft connection.” He shook his head. He wasn’t particularly fond of wyverns after meeting one in the mountains. The foolish thing had done things that upset Aeos. Such as stealing his food, extinguishing the fire that kept him warm, and threatening to harm his friends. He transformed to fight the creature head on in a display of dominance. He foolishly exposed himself to Bee and to the other hunter. He regretted his actions. His dragon half reveled in it.
“Ah.. half shifted. That.. is something I am familiar with. Dragons and Manaketes can do that too. It allows us access to our element without the need of going full shifted.” He held up his arm. He pulled the sleeves up. He repeated the process with the other sleeve.
“I shall demonstrate.” He smiled softly at Neamhain. He then turned his head to stare at the floor. Quietly he focused on his stone and the power of his element. He needed to do this slowly and carefully. He gathered the energies of his element from the magically charged air around him. He could feel the energy coursing through him pulsating around him. He let out a deep sigh. Vinland’s air was magnificent and he had to fight the urge to simply keep drawing upon more power. He needed to fight the urge to fully change into his dragon state. He didn’t want to accidentally crush Neamhain. Or send her flying with his sudden exponential growth. Although maybe she probably didn’t mind getting sent flying since she was a bird… no.. no he needed to focus.
The power he gathered caused changes into his body. His skin gained scales that matched the tanned color of his skin. His eyes morphed into that of something more reptilian. Yet they still kept their green color. Parts of his head hair shrunk in to form tiny nubs of what his horns would be. His mouth became a bit wider. His teeth became sharper and more defined. His limbs grew a bit in both length and girth. His hands morphed into something that looked lizard like. Three digits on each hand. With elongated black nails that could cut through flesh with ease. Nubs poked through his back and tried to wriggle free of his shirt. The precursor to wings. Something he had not yet figured out how to manifest in this half changed state. When the change was done he looked at his hands for a moment. He wiggled them, inspecting them, then he looked down at his feet. They looked more like human feet but they had the same scale and nail pattern as his hands.
“This.. is what I morphed into in order to punch Locke.” He spoke in a harsh raspy voice.
“It is hard.. to keep this form together. I can only keep.. this change for small amounts of time.” He glanced at her.
“Part of me wishes it could stay like this. But, the other part of me knows how people react to it.” He curled his hand into a fist.
“This form.. gives added strength. I can lift boulders and trees. The scales protect me from physical harm. Like armor that is more flexible. My agility is improved too.” He demonstrated by jumping. His form darted in-between the trees around the fire. Jumping, landing, and jumping again. He showed off a bit by doing flips before jumping back to the spot he was sitting at.
“I can also fire my element from my mouth. A blast of wind that could snap trees, cut flesh, and send things far away.” He sat back down. His form slowly returned back to his human self. Again he let out a sigh then held his chest.
“I have only done that breath trick once. And it left me so sore when I changed back to this human form. I sounded and felt like a man who was going through the worst cold in his life. It was terrible. So, I have decided to only use that if I really need to.” He grabbed a few twigs and fed them into the fire.
“Hmm.. as for other dragons. I have only met three. Locke. A lightning dragon. And an earth dragon. I suppose my parents can count as well... but they cannot change like I do. The war… robbed them of the ability to do so.” He looked down softly. He was sad for them.
“The earth dragon I met couldn’t change either. And.. I think it is for the best. He has too much anger and hate in his heart. I fear he might do something terrible should he discover how to do it.” The thought of the “Mountain” turning into a dragon and taking out his frustrations on humanity sent a slight shiver down his spine.
“I learned a lot from all of them. But, alas.. there are certain things that cannot be taught only discovered. What tricks and tactics that work for one, may not work for the other. No two dragons are the same.” His mind traveled back to Euphemious story about the dragon he met. The one who burned a village and killed dozens. He remembered Nayru and her travel stories. How they fought in the desert. Locke and his sanctuary. His retelling of the history of the dragons and what that place meant to him. “Mountain” and his father’s death by humanity.
“That’s about it. I cannot speak for the other dragons.. they have their own lives. They may be.. or may not be the same dragons the other Elbians know.” He hadn't found the Sanctuary Locke or Nayru spoke of.
“Out of the countless people oft this world I have only met five dragons. Not counting myself. I do know.. that there was one dragon.. who made his presence known to the public..” He recalled the tale of the dragon in the arena.
“I do not know if he changed into his dragon self out of fear or force. But, He was in a place where humans were fighting. The Humans whom had been warring among each other suddenly stopped fighting themselves and turned their blades upon the dragon. I’ve been told that those humans gained fame and recognition in that country for their ‘heroic acts.’” He spoke that last bit with a tint of sarcasm in his voice.
“The story of that battle has spread to every corner of Elibe. So maybe that qualifies as the “one” dragon everyone seems to know?”He shrugged.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 6:21:40 GMT -6
How intriguing.
Neamhain listened to Aeos's explanation with rapt interest, barely even a token attempt made to hide it. An easier connection to their element...? Much of what he was doing had a similar basis in the Taguel world, but never to enhance a connection to their element. That was why she often fought in human form; because there was so little advantage in shifting when it did not enhance her magic. Almost made her envy dragons... a little. Not that much. She LIKED her soft fluffy wings, dammit. Though it did seem a little unfair that she would struggle to keep up with Aeos as he leaped around the clearing like a rabbit with its tail on fire chasing a carrot.
Thaaaat was probably horribly racist in retrospect and any of the strong independent rabbit Taguel she had met in the past would murder her on the spot for saying it. Neamhain decided not to mention that train of thought to anyone. Ever.
Locke's description of his breath attack was intriguing as well though. The way he worded it... it sounded almost as though his body couldn't handle it well in that form. She wasn't sure if it was a failure on his part or a natural trait in dragons (and manaketes?) to be unable to use their full power in human form. Neamhain filed it away for future reference on the off chance she ever did need to fight a dragon; not that she had any desire to, she was not much of one for a love of meaningless struggle, but in case it became necessary to protect... Vinland?
The thought occurred before the raven had much of a chance to process it, leaving her only able to assess its wake and determine the impact, but she noted the hesitation on 'Vinland' nonetheless. Not that she was flagging in her desire to protect the world that she knew. But this constant rush of new information about a world outside was forcing her to re-examine what exactly she stood for. She had always just tried to protect her world, but what was 'her world' if it was such a small fraction of the greater sphere? Neamhain didn't think she had been wrong. She didn't regret she she had said and done to protect Vinland. But at some point, she was going to have to decide if it had been Vinland she was protecting, or just everything she knew, and what adding Elibe to the equation actually meant.
On the bright side, it did seem like Aeos was uncommonly strong for a dragon. Or possibly a common braggart, her endlessly skeptical mind helpfully provided, but the raven didn't take it very seriously; the accusations dissolved in her river of thought quickly. That didn't seem in character for how he had acted so far. She still couldn't tell if he was noble and kind of idealistic and a little dense about pursuing it, or maybe a bit of both, but he was an honest and forthright man nonetheless, something she could respect. Not just another fool. Also, she didn't really want to think about that Locke cretin with any more power than she had witnessed. Hopefully he found wisdom, or the business end of a blade, before long. She didn't particularly care which.
"Yes, I did hear of the tragedy at the arena," Neamhain responded simply, "but I meant more on a personal level. One of the humans I met previously had known that dragon personally." She smiled wryly, not particularly enthusiastic about the subject and doubtful that Aeos would be any more excited about it than she. "I do find it interesting that shifting increases your elemental ability, though. Taguel have no such relationship, so I usually just stay in human form to fight rather than wasting energy shifting." She chuckled slightly. "Also, humans tend to be more comfortable around a bird lady more than an actual bird. They see enough of themselves in me, I suppose. Perhaps you should consider making Vinland your home, Aeos; humanity here is so inured to the taguel that I doubt they would blink an eye at a dragon." She paused, smiling far more genuinely and a little amusedly now. "Well, once people got tired of meeting an actual dragon. Meeting beings of legend would be an exciting prospect for many, and I fear you might find it exhausting after a time."
Speaking from experience there. In her myriad trials and travels, Neamhain had met many humans who knew little to nothing about taguel, and she had experienced her fair share of being an object of attention, not based on her own merits, but for what she was. It could be... discomfiting to be sure. But they meant no harm by it, so she had never been too unduly bothered by it. A being with more pride, like... some dragons, might find it far more demeaning, though.
[OOC: we seem to have a timeline clash - I had it that Shadows of Stone happened after Vinland as per several posts of Shadows of Stone - you have this before SoS - not a big deal, just thought I'd mention it]
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Aeos
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A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
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Dragon Element: Air
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Post by Aeos on Nov 29, 2016 13:24:15 GMT -6
Ooc- welp I goofed and I'm to lazy to edit out the parts I've said regarding nayru and SoS. Call it a Mulligan. Let's assume he discovered the wind breath before sos and it's side effects. --
“Like I said earlier.. I cannot speak for all dragons. If they met and befriended humans in their lives.. I'd have no idea.” He shrugged again. He put some thought into Neamhain's words.
“To live here would be an honor. And I would gladly answer any questions pertaining to dragons that I know the answers to.” He was happy. He always dreamed of living in such a green place like this. A place with magic in the air. A place he could bring his folks one day and maybe gave them recover what was lost to them. His expression changed slowly, he realized what his presence to the island would bring.
“But.. I'm afraid..” He suddenly felt like a child. He gripped the edge of his shirt and wrung it in a nervous fashion.
“The Elibe humans.. a vast majority of them have no idea dragons walk the earth.” Reality was ruining his dreams of paradise.
“If they were to find one living here.. I fear they will bring the remnants of the war with them. It would reawaken their fears and bring the weapons that butchered my kin.” He knew the legends. He knew how the weapons of the war drained the magic of the world and weakened his kin. Weapons that were supposedly sealed away and lost in the histories of men.
“Those weapons are part of the reason Elibe's air is so magic deprived. I do not want my presence to bring those weapons here. I do not want to see the would be hunters or the future incarnations of the eight heroes drawn to this place. I understand the island and it's people are strong. But, so we're my kin.. and look what happened to them. Humans are amazing in their capacity to destroy..” He shook his head. He thought of the ruins in Locke's home. He thought of village fires and the war's between territories.
“I must keep moving to protect everyone.” He felt a sense of pride in that. “But.. that doesn't mean I have entirely rejected the offer. Perhaps, a temporary home here would be best. A place I can always return to as I travel the world..” And then a thought hit him.
“Hmm.. where would I even start? Who would I even speak to? Is there a place like A city here on the island? Or a ruin? Somewhere where I can make living arrangements.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 14:44:51 GMT -6
She had made her offer somewhat on the spur of the moment, not really expecting Aeos to take it seriously. Not that she hadnt been genuine about it. Neamhain had said exactly what she meant, and not even the light of hindsight could change that impermeable truth. But there was a... gravity to it that she hadn't considered beforehand. And an odd sort of joy. The raven could feel the two seemingly clashing tendencies at once, and tried to make sense of them. The first she could identify immediately. Caution. Inviting strange men to live on Vinland was a scheme with certain risks, and she was a defender of the island, not its keeper. Not all men of Elibe were guaranteed to be as... tolerable as Elias and Ventus and Aeos had turned out to be. Exhibit A: that fool Locke. Exhibit B: all the other horrible people that all of them had mentioned. It would serve her, and her kind, well to be somewhat more discrete about it in the future she suspected.
On the other hand, there had been an odd sort of... release in it? Neamhain wasn't entirely sure what to make of that, but she did sorta like it. Maybe it was just the chance to show off or talk up her home. Maybe it was some sort of subconscious apology for some part of the clash yesterday. Maybe she just thought Aeos seemed like a decent guy and living on an island that only wanted to kill you instead of your entire race would, perhaps ironically, probably be a step up. The true reason for her suggestion would have to be discovered later, but for now at least she had puzzled out some semblance of why it had made her feel so ambivalent.
She couldn't help but feel bad for Aeos nonetheless. It didn't take mind reading powers to see he liked the idea, but it was too cruel, the way he had to immediately set to work on talking himself out of it. And it was himself he was talking to, more than her, even if she was ostensibly the subject. There was also a concern for Vinland, one she was willing to believe was genuine. But it almost felt as though he had forgotten how to hope. Spent so long being hunted that he knew nothing else. Was that what it was to be a fabled dragon in this new age? To scurry about like prey before the taguel, or a mouse in a trap? Living monuments to a legacy that had been so thoroughly eradicated that not even the truth of their existence could be allowed to live?
Neamhain couldn't tell if she felt closer to or further from dragons in the wake of this discussion. They were so... different and similar simultaneously. The biggest difference, though, was humanity's opinion fo them - and in return, whether or not they feared humanity. Taguel coexisted; dragons... did not. It was sort of strange, really. Humans had some power, yes, but the scattered cities and small kingdoms of Vinland had never really possessed the power to drive out the taguel, and it had been many lifetimes before she was born since they had ever tried. Supposedly not that long after the Scouring. The taguel faced destruction in every day life, but never genocide on the scale of their entire race.
A small part of her wondered if that would be the ultimate impetus for evolution. The rest of her brain helpfully supplied that even if it was, the rest of her race would probably prefer to be alive instead of it was at all possible, please and thank you.
"There are several cities on Vinland... human cities," she clarified, "-That would doubtless rent or sell lodgings if you had the coin. Beyond the confines of the walls of man..." the raven shrugged and spread her arms wide, smiling impishly and ironically in equal parts, "-You simply take what you can hold. Learning who not to antagonize and which territory belongs to whom is an integral part of life in the wild. Or you could try the lamia. They might find your knowledge worth the cost of allowing one from outside their tribe, lodgings." She didn't think he'd have trouble finding a temporary home regardless of where he searched. He had strength, wisdom, and (hopefully) intelligence; carving out a spot for himself would be simple. Almost deceptively so in fact; privately Neamhain thought he was overthinking it, though she did not herself think to consider their different perspectives and histories.
"Though perhaps you are right about keeping your cover. I do not know. It sounds as though Elibe is something the taguel must learn more of in time." So many of the stories she had heard of it were dark. They just sorta made her want to see it for herself.
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Post by Aeos on Dec 1, 2016 21:21:43 GMT -6
“Human cities?” Aeos quietly rubbed his chin in thought. Now he had been to plenty of Elibe’s cities. Lively cities.. dead cities.. cities covered in snow.. others covered in sand. He was curious to know why cities were usually always a human thing.
“It's nice to know that the humans here value coin.” There was a tint of something in his voice. Sarcasm. Bitterness. Annoyance? Something about humans love for gold being something somewhat universal rubbed him the wrong way. He paid it no mind.
“Imagine that there also be taguel living within the cities too? That they co-exist?” This renewed some hope he had in people. Maybe he could take that knowledge of coexistence and apply it to Elibe in time. See what Vinland folks were doing different then the Elibe's folks. Then again there wasn't a Scouring on Vinland.
“You know what I think I shall try my options with all three..” He moved over to grab his pack. He pulled out of one of the pockets a folded piece of paper. Then a quill and small bottle of ink.
“I've been trekking through this land making a map of sorts. I have experienced several landscapes oft this island. Twas pleasantly surprised to find a desert land.” He smiled softly.
“My homeland is a desert too you see. Though your Fjoll Sands was something entirely different than home. For example it rained! Nabata never rains.” He unfurled the map and scooted closer to Neamhain.
“Well no’ it rained once. A century and a half ago. But that's it.” The map was roughly 80% accurate. But, only about 60℅ complete. Large chunks of it were empty spaces. But, the spots that were filled in were labeled. There were notes with dates and directions. Small pictograms depicting the barrier of the forest a few rivers a large tributary. The mountains and the borders of the Elibe’s settlements.
“Met a few other taguel. A rabbit who gave me directions and a dog who shared a den with me.” The side labels had notes in dragonic. Names of people and plants. A pictogram of a spider with a pot and pan to symbolize edibleness. The bottom corner had a compass written in.
“If you could make a mark of roughly which direction these cities are I'd appreciate it. Oh, and maybe where I can find the lamia.” He motioned to the quill and ink.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 9:44:15 GMT -6
It... seemed that for some reason Aeos was perturbed by the use of currency here. Neamhain picked up on it sorta lowkey, used to noticing that kind of thing, but it didn't offer any kind of explanation as to WHY he might be bothered by it. She'd heard a few legends that dragons liked gold, might have something to do with that, or maybe Aeos hated human greed for whatever reason, or perhaps it was even a third and as of yet unseen reason. She simply didn't have the information to make an informed decision on the subject, so the raven let it sit, not particularly interested in confronting Aeos about the subject.
"Yes, some taguel live in or near cities. I visit often myself for both personal and work reasons; this clothing was born of human tailoring." She lightly trailed her right hand down her body to illustrate it the point. It was a curvaceous journey. Neamhain was a... little odd by Taguel standards in that she spent more time among humans than absolutely necessary, most of her kind would't choose to, but she saw it as simply part of her work. The Thousand Scales was taguel, yes, but the population of Vinland was not only taguel; they protected humans as well. It only made sense to learn something about them. And while she woudl not betray her kind for them, nor did Neamhain particularly like every aspect of human culture, neither did she hate them. Taguel made mistakes and suffered from many of the same kinds of greed, short-sightedness, and violence that they did. Who were they to judge?
Never having been anywhere near Elibe and only very, very vaguely familiar with its climate, Neamhain pursed her brown but didn't respond immediately to Aeos's comments about Nabata.It didn't rain at all in 'Nabata'? Ever? How would anything live there then? The Fjoll were uninviting at the best of times, she couldn't really envision much worse. But maps... that she could do. One of the benefits of spending several decades flying above Vinland. The winged woman smiled pleasantly at her companion in the wake of his request, secretly relieved that it was actually something she could help with - the people of Elibe sometimes asked very odd questions that she had no idea how to answer. "Yes, of course." She didn't use maps often, but it wasn't.... too difficult to relate the physical map with the mental map in her head, not necessarily PERFECTLY accurate to the tiniest unit of measurement, but enough that she was fairly confident in the general vicinity!
"This," she said, motioning to the top middle of the map, "is Hurtlepool. I'm surprised you didn't see it on the way to the Fjoll." It was an honest statement, albeit made slightly silly by the momentary forgetfulness that he didn't fly. Vinland was a rough and heavily forested place, it wasn't THAT surprising to miss it. "They often host tournaments that human and taguel alike come to fight in. And the largest city on the island, Dawsbury, is located... here," and again she motioned, leaving a mark to the left of the mountains near the center of the island. "I know not what word those of Elibe have for the concept, but it is a... trading city. The centralized location makes it a nexus of sorts for travel on the island. Good to gather information. Many taguel there as well. The people there do not care who you are, only that your coin is good."
They also had the best seamstresses and tailors she had ever seen. So she had a certain fondness for them. "There are a number of smaller cities and a few taguel outposts, as well. Arklow to the far southeast, on the peninsula. The southwest was once the seat of human power, apparently, so there are a number scattered there as well. Skálholt, within... that mountain ring," she motioned to an unmarked region about a third of the way from the left and near the bottom of the map. "A cursed city, if you believe in legend. Mostly abandoned. There are others, but you would be best served purchasing a map from Dawsbury for exact locations."
"As for the lamia..." carefully placing the writing utensils back where she had found them, Neamhain leaned back, searching for the right words. "...They can be found where there are ruins. I honor their request not to send others directly to them. If you run into the Lamirh or Raskesh conclaves, be careful. They take... very poorly to outsiders. But they have the greatest treasure troves of knowledge on the island by far, if you would risk their ire."
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A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Dec 5, 2016 19:57:24 GMT -6
Aeos watched as Neamhain started to make marks on his map. Apparently he missed a city entirely in his travels. Ah well he would simply have to make up for lost time.
“I think I was forced to change course due to a flooded river. Or I was distracted by a bael.” He mused to himself.
“Tasty things those bael are.” He suddenly really wanted campfire bael legs.
“So a city with an Arena and another that be a trade capital.” He’d have to remember to write that into his hand made map.
“Oh and uh.. kudos to thy tailor. They did a fine job.” He had a faint blush on his face. Neamhain was pretty. He knew he said that before but now it was just starting to hit him in the brain. Now he had seen very pretty humans in his lifetime and he's usually responded in the same way. With a blush and a nod and then he'd be off on his merry way. Focus.
“There be cursed areas I should probably avoid.. And the lamia.. Be careful if I run into them. I see. Ruins.. Hmm.. But ye be right. I should purchase a proper map.” He did like the idea of blindly exploring more of the island. He knew better. He knew he couldn’t just keep doing that. He needed to find one of these cities and get a proper map. He needed to find a place for him and his temporary home. He wanted to learn more about the taguel and the history of this island. He wanted to meet more people, make new friends, rivals, fight new monsters.. And he wanted to do all of that right now. The campfire crackled and hissed. A wet log or branch had been added in and only now made it’s presence known.
“There is still so much more of this island for me to learn. I think I shall make my way to Dawsberry first. And see thy islands culture and market stalls. Perhaps sample some more cuisine and see what I can do to find a place to live.” He couldn’t really wipe the grin off of his face. He imagined it to be a lot like Khan Yunis. The port city where all ships stop and sell the wares of the world over. A place with a large market with colorful banners and stands full of exotic fruit.
“Now I wish it were tomorrow already.” He looked to the sky. The pair of them had spent quite a while talking to one another. By now the sun was getting closer and closer towards the horizon. And soon it would be time for him to pack his camp, extinguish the flame, and make his way up a sturdy tree for the night. He took back his map, quill, and ink and slowly scribbled some notes in dragonic. Names of these new cities with what they were known for. He blew on the page so as to let the ink dry before he folded it back into a square.
“Thank you Lady Neamhain.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 15:12:31 GMT -6
Neamhain chuckled at Aeos's comment. "Everything tastes good if you're hungry enough." She couldn't say as that she particularly craved bael legs, but the taguel were nothing if not survivalists, and she had certainly learned much about which bits of many animals were edible, which had in turn given her a pretty flexible appetite. Being picky about what you ate was a luxury for people who could always assume they had dinner ready for them each day, not exactly a trivial accomplishment for the kind of people who spent all day every day in the field.
The compliment did take her a bit off guard though. Not that Neamhain was completely unused to the idea, simply that it was... very out of the ordinary for her. Taguel were not, ah, quite as big on fancy clothes and preening as humans (and, apparently, certain bird ladies...) could be. 'You are strong' is the compliment she had grown used to. Prepared for. She wasn't GOOD at taking compliments, but that one she had heard enough times to tune out easily enough. It was possible that Aeos's little trace of awkwardness also complicated matters, a sort of sympathetic empathy perhaps? She didn't... dislike it though, Neamhain found. It was kind of nice. Who didn't want to feel pretty, after all? "And... thank you, Aeos." It wasn't a big smile but it was a genuine one, and there was a little more warmth in her tone than she had evinced much of so far.
Speech of the morrow helped remind her that there were other things in the world than the clearing, though. Some of them things that only came out at night. "The shadows grow long. I suspect I shall not see my prey again this night, but the forest comes alive with many dangers at night. You should be wary, Aeos; the ground is not a safe place to be." Without knowing his true power she couldn't make a very accurate assessment of how he would hold up in a fight, but even the strongest of fighters could be taken unaware, or had weaknesses that could be exploited. Neamhain was confident in her abilities - but also practical enough to recognize her weaknesses. Offensively she was strong, but defensively... well, it wasn't that hard to actually put her down. Aeos might be tougher, but there was a chink in any set of armor.
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Post by Aeos on Dec 12, 2016 20:54:48 GMT -6
"Aye Milady I am aware of the dangers oft the night." He nodded in agreement. And with that he got up once more. He wandered around his camp picking up what was his and returning it to it's proper place. Then he used his half shifted abilities to maneuver himself up a tree he picked out earlier. Tied his stuff down to it's branches. Until, all that remained was himself, a water bucket, and some rope. The night was warm so he did not need his blanket from his bag.
"I will spend the night up in the canopy. Bound to the tree with rope." He held up the thick strand of fiberous rope.
"The last thing oft this camp I must take care of be the fire. I will extinguish it with water and dirt so it's embers do not accidentally burn the land to the ground." He didn't have this sort of problem in Nabata. It was impossible to set the Desert on fire. Even though the climate made it seem like it was an eternal inferno. Although the smoke of the fire would help to deter the insects of the night. Especially those that liked to bite and sting his skin.
"I do not know where you will be going for the night.. but ye be welcome to share the tree." He scratched the back of his head. Dummy.. there are literally hundreds of trees to choose from. Smooth talking there. His other half quipped sarcastically.
"Regardless of thy choice.. I am grateful you took the time out to talk to me. This has been the most enlightening conversation I've had in a while. I would not mind another chat down the future. Perhaps in one oft the cities." He looked pretty content with himself. By morning Aeos had packed what was left of his camp and went on his way. There was still more to this island to explore. And now, he had destination in mind. He would head out towards the city of Dawsburry. He'd learn more about Taguel and Humanity in the process. And maybe he'd learn a whole lot more about himself. Whatever the case he was very grateful he had this chat with Neamhain. He had learned so much through her and hopefully he had taught her something as well.
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