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    As usual.  He halted all movement as they introduced themselves and reached a hand out for a shake.  He thought about simply saying that he had to go and getting up, but dumping his nervousness he tried.  And shook Kyler's hand.  His grip was firm, but the shake was weak.  "Aster.  And  Ses-..!?"  He yanked his hand from the shake suddenly to smack the side of his neck suddenly like it was a mosquito bite.  "Sesthilis!"  He  yelled in a frighteningly quiet manor after she had nipped at his neck.  "Stop that!"  He growled at her...  He shook his head.  "Sorry.  I gotta go...  Have a match in a moment apparently...  I hate fighting..."  The last bit he mumbled as he stood.  "See you whenever."  He moved over, quickly finnishing most of the leftovers on his plate as he walked.  Clearing his plate and placing it on the rack to take for cleaning before he moved, walking out for the halls.  He wasn't in any rush...  

     As he moved through the halls for the teleporter things.  The message going over an intercom was already calling for the match participants.  8 names including his telling him to hurry there.  Entering the room and moving to boredly sit on his position rather than stand.  It was there that he noticed his blade was sat still on the table of the cafeteria.  And for the first time since he had been forced to come here.  He cursed, albeit minorly.  "Shiiiit..."  He buried his head in his hands.  Sesthillis snuck a glance from his hood just long enough to nuzzle the back of his neck before hiding back amongst it, trying to comfort him as the teleporters were already warming up to send them to the battlefields.  Sesthillis dropped from his hood.  Changing to her large form and simply sitting next to him, only visible for a brief moment before the flash and he was off to the battlefield without a weapon.  The matches were set.  And announcements were being called of who was fighting as they pointed out the anomaly that Aster didn't have his weapon.  Had he done it on purpose?  They couldn't know.  But now it was time for them to test their skills on their opponents.  

     They had said earlier that there wouldn't  be any fights today.  But that was a lie obviously as the screens around the place flashed on to show a sky view of the battle.  Aster still appeared to be sitting there with Sesthilis sitting in his lap, he simply rubbed at her neck.  They were both alert though.  What are they doing?  Was it some sort of strategy?  And if so.  How would it play out for this lowly rookie at Gylar Xen?  With no weapon and only leather trappings for armor.  How did he expect to win?  On the other side of the arena.  Another figure moved forwards looking for their opponent in a straight sprint.  If they could get this one in one quick clean strike like last time they would be able to win.  Hopefully it worked as well as last time.  

     Aster finally stood up.  Sesthillis also standing next to him.  His expression was different though.  Blank, with an unhealthy absence of enthusiasm.  He just stood there.  Listening to the quick footsteps through the trees and bushes.  Leaves rustling in wind overhead.  The forest again.  They were getting closer now as he only slowly took a few steps forwards.  He'd have to be extra careful if they had a weapon... How had he left his weapon sitting next to Kyler..?  His opponent burst through some bushes rushing for Aster ready to clip him a good one with their blade.  Who would ever give a warrior such a tool to fight with..?  He questioned to himself as he stepped backwards quickly, dodging the first long arc swing of the large weapon.  He had to be careful.  He couldn't make mistakes.  He needed to focu-  Uhhg!  He barely managed to evade the next swing  as it sent a  large cut straight through his leather shoulder sending blood running down his arm as he held it.  The opponent stopping to take a breath.  The heavy and unwieldy weapon showing it's weight as they stepped back ready to block a strike.  Before they noticed he didn't have a weapon and smiled.  

     "No weapon?  Just going to use your hands?  You expect that to work?"  They moved forwards for another swing, he leaned backwards grabbing their weapon bluntly, using his opponent's own weapon to keep his balance as he forced it down.  The tip of the scythe dug into the ground as he placed his left foot firmly on their weapon, and his right foot sprung up, mashing his heel straight into their chin as they flew up a foot or two and then just slumped down.  Their jaw had snapped loudly.  It was possible their jaw was broken or dislocated.  But where were the companions?  Sesthilis drug a large ice covered bat over next to the other cobatant, letting out a playful hissing squeel.  "Good job."  He stated, rubbing at the back of her neck.  His opponent was stunned and severely injured, trying to speak with some pain.  "What?  How..?"  "I have feet too."  He explained obviously, lifting one foot and pointing at it.  



    Aster had already engaged with the other person.  She knew that much at least.  So it was her job to keep Aster's opponent's companion from interfering.  She moved rapidly through underbrush and grass, using her decent sense of smell to track the unfamiliar scent of those here.  A large bat flew overhead, not quite aware of her.  She changed into her smaller form for the moment.  This was always so constricting to be like this.  But it let her hide much easier, plus in this form her wings were operable as she took off.  Such a small thing.  And shot for the bat like a rocket.  Smashing into the thing from the top just as she changed forms.  A small cup sized beast and suddenly much larger as the bat screeched being forced straight down for the ground by her weight as she gave him some free piercings on his wings, leaping off as they thumped down.  She focused then and breathed out, and then in on her opponent as a section of ice covered half of their body.  She hoped Aster would like this gift.  Her first hunt.  

     She hissed happily to Aster as she approached.  Dragging the bat along.  The companion was definitely fairly fresh.  Unused to life, let alone fighting.  She didn't kill them.  That wasn't good for making friends.  Above she heard some loud voice that seemed to echo a little too much, but as she thought about hissing to answer it, Aster rubbed her neck softly and she murred happily hearing him speak with praise "Good job.", sitting down next to his side as her tail curled about his ankle and she leaned against it.  "Round over.  The victor is Aster...  With a somewhat blistering comeback.  And without a weapon no less.  According to this he should have a reversed blade dagger...  Well.  Better get them to the infirmary.  Looks like there's a few injuries."  And then the screens showing Aster's fight blacked out as the others still continued.  

     In a soft flash she found herself next to their opponents in the infirmary. They quickly bandaged the cut on Aster's shoulder and rushed the other to set their jaw to heal.  "Uh...  Treat him nice."  Aster spoke unsure, though he wished his opponent well, crossing his arms.  This was the first he had seen Sesthilis stay her larger form outside the arena.  She nuzzled his leg, trying to make him get going.  So he did.  And she followed after still in her larger form.  Others stared at them, since all their companions were remaining in their small forms.  She didn't care though.  Being able to be so close to Aster was all she wanted nuzzling his leg as they walked.  He eyed her a little oddly as they walked but shrugged, now for them to find Aster's weapon...

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     Aster rolled the cup around on it's bottom.  Providing a soft echoing noise from inside.  "I think your red hair looks nice."  The comment caught him off guard...  Like usual.  His heart seemed to stop, even as it didn't.  For a brief moment...  He didn't have a response to that.  And just sat.  For...  A minute or two in silence.  Before he responded with anything.  Albeit questioningly.   "Thank, you..?"  He kept his hood up though.  From the shadowed back of his hood Sesthillis stared at the bird nervously.  She wasn't going to be coming out.  Aster didn't notice though.  As frost slowly started to envelope about his hood.  Hardening the cloth and making it fold, turning somewhat white.  Until the color reached the front within his vision.  "Stop that..."  He whispered with a not so enthused look on his face.  He padded down the outside of his hood and...  Extremely reluctantly pulled it down.  "Thanks for soaking my hood..."  He scowled as he lifted the small dragon up, not letting her escape his grasp.  White whisps of frost splitting amongst his red hair.  Before he let her crawl back into his hood, now down at his back.

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     Aster sat quietly for a moment before answering again...  Not expecting another response...  With how he usually ended conversations of any sort so abruptly it was hard to respond with anything.  "It's.  Fine.  Y...  You can choose.."  He said it wrong again and slightly scratched at his eyebrow with his hand laid across his face...  Dammit...  He meant to say 'Your choice.' not 'You can choose.'  And that is the point where he noticed that his hood had fallen back once more...  He suddenly stopped moving.  Stopped breathing.  Time slowed minorly for him as his mind worked rapidly.  Vision shifting to look between his fingers at them.  His heart beat rapidly.   But outwardly he only seemed to slightly stiffen, and stop moving.  This time.  Even through near sickening levels of anxiety.  He looked calm as he lifted his hood back up.  Sesthillis curling up around his neck as he did so.  It left him slightly shaky after.  But at least he didn't look too much like a panic stricken fool...  "Your choice..."

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     Sesthillis reacted first.  Suddenly clawing up Aster's arm to dive under his hood...  It wasn't a good thing however as the sudden clawing made him wince before the other person's presence startled him.   His muscles overly relaxed as he slid backwards off the bench of the table.  He had been thinking about different things...  And didn't expect anyone to approach again...  Thankfully he didn't spill anything as he was able to quickly retake his seat.  ONce more not acknowledging that his hood had fallen down.  Sesthillis having dove inside and now curled up nervously inside his hood.  "I-I don't...  It's not my choice to make..."  He answered the question awkwardly, without even looking up.  Using only his peripheral position to watch their position.

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    Aster still lay in his bed.  His breathing soft.  Laying on his back.  Only half covered by a lanket in full clothing.  Even the small leather padding over his knees.  His shoulder pads.  He had taken a shower.  Yes...  But had just worn the arena clothing anyways...  Sesthiliss lay at his side.  Curled up next to his waist.  Neither of them were asleep though.  They hadn't yet even moved from the position where they had awoken.  A small amount of allowed sunlight filtered into his room through the window screen,  Warming him slightly.  

     Outwardly he looked to be asleep in every way.  Until he moved his arm to lay above his head.  Opening his eyes.  But still he just stayed there.  Eyes fogged over in thought...  It had only been a few days...  And yet.  Already he missed his sister.  And mum...  Wishing he could speak with them...  Even just for a bit...  Not that he didn't like it here.  Just that.  Hem...  He was enough of an isolationist himself.  Here.  It made him feel really alone...  He finally sat up in silence.  As sesthillis nudged at his leg.  Slightly worried.  They shared emotions.  He knew he wasn't alone.  She knew she was there for him.  But.  It never lessened the feeling.  

     Maybe now he knew what some of the soldiers felt like overseas...  So far away.  Unable to contact family, friends.  Because your superiors won't let you.  Or don't have the means to let you...  He softly roughed the scales on Sesthilliss' neck as she murred softly from it.  Lifting her to his shoulder and letting her curl about his neck as he lifted the hood of his robe like clothing.  He didn't wear the blade they had given him actively.  Instead carrying the short sheath in his hands by it's leather section.  But he lifted it.  And pushed open the door, stepping out.  He let the hood hang down so it hid most of his facial features.  His hair, his face, his shoulders, even the pale color of his skin.  From anyone more than a couple feet away from his face.  

     It was time for breakfast or lunch...  Or whatever...  If he would eat was another prospect as it didn't take him long to walk from his room to the food area.  Moving through the empty line. Putting random food on his plate.  He didn't really pay much attention and sat down.  He let the blade lay on the table next to his tray and food.  He downed a large cup of water.  And then just sat.  Staring at his food.  No...  Through his food.  Dazed out with a blank stare.  Eyes not focused on anything as Sesthilis dropped from his hood.  Making his hood fall down across his back.  Red hair spreading out long beneath.  Some catching still in the hood while the rest spread across each shoulder, split slightly by the cloth of his hood.  

     He didn't react as Sesthilliss attacked some of the food on his plate.  Snarfing down mostly cooked meats and a bit of starches before nudging his hand.  It made his fist open as she let a small section of sausage fall into his palm that made him jump.  About catapulting it across the room though he caught it still and tossed the piece of hot food back to the plate and blowing on his hand as he shook it.  "Fine..."  He finally ate a bit by her insistance.  The section of sausage that had disknowingly almost started a food fight.  And some mashed cauliflower.  Then still just sitting there.  Not really in the mood for food in general.  

     His plate still had a small pancake, and several small slabs of ham with a salad covering the small plate.  He simply nibbled at it for a bit.  Before finally noticing.  His hood was down.  In an attempt to hide the suden anxiety that such a simple thing caused.  He slowly.  And at his best attempt  "Casually" (with some shakeyness) lifted his hood back up and tucked his hair back under.  He hadn't uttered a word.  And he had sat alone.  Again.  Like he was used to.  Like he usually preferred...  But not always...  Maybe she was more than just a companion...  She provided a bit of direction.  Which was a comfort.  Since alone he had trouble divining even which direction to walk sometimes.

     She was just a little thing.  But like the little part of him he always had least least touch with...  Hard to notice such things...  A small sharp pain made him yank his hand up wide eyed under his hood as Sesthilis ducked off and under the table.  Having bit his hand to get him to stop thinking.  He sat again in silence for a moment before she slowly crawled back up onto the table.  And he laughed softly.  Just leaning his elbow against the table his chin softly in the palm of his hand as he only slightly scolded Sesthilliss inwardly but thanked her at the same time...  I needed that...

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Stories / Re: Cursed Luck (Dark atmosphere and described bloodshed.)
« on: March 31, 2013, 09:07:56 pm »
Chapter 7

A simple hunt.

   

     Aracovin hung from a tree branch, raised about 8 feet above the ground, upside down suspended by his legs as he still held his bow.  Though the arrows were scattered on the ground below except for one of them.  He currently was notching the arrow, even from his precarious position.  Reversing his aim due to his position at his target of hunting.  A tundra bore.  He was using steel tips due to it's strong hide and thick layers between it's vitals and his shot.  How he got to this position was another story as he released the arrow which struck deeply into the back of the bore's neck as it grazed on a berry bush.  It let out a squeal, which was cut off as an amount of blood rushed into it's gullet making it choke as it fell over.  It was paralyzed as blood drained from the side of it's mouth.  That was just like him...  unable to make a shot unless it is really, really hard...  

     He just hung there for a bit though now.  His foot caught in the rope trap, and him unable to free it for now.  Finally Oma caught up with him.  First thing she saw was the downed bore.  "Hi there.."  He stated above in an overly bright tone.  She jumped, looking around to the sides before finally looking up at Aracovin.  Suspended in the air by a rope tied about his foot.  "Did you do that on purpose so you could make the shot..?"  "No...  I was just lucky."  He stated sarcastically before she pulled out her knife and cut the rope from it's anchor.  He suddenly fell, but was prepared, ending it in a roll before he started collecting his arrows back.  Even pulling the one  from the bore's neck.  It was still breathing.  Barely.  As Oma offered a small prayer and quickened it's death to ease it's suffering.  One of the others that was out hunting with them for now caught up.  And nodded at the prey.  "Can you manage it..?  I think we're going to keep hunting.  Pick up a few rabbits or such."  The hunter shrugged and nodded at the two young hunters.

     "Sure.  Just don't be out too late...  I'm not vouching for you again with your parents Oma..."  She nodded as he lifted the bore and carried it back off for town.  "What?  I thought we were only out for a big one to-..."  Aracovin was cut off though as Oma kissed him awkwardly...  But he sprang backwards away from her. "What the..?  Did you get into the ghost mushrooms or something..?"  She just blushed and shook her head nervously looking away before kicking at the ground.  Trying to think of an excuse.  "Yeah...  Must have accidentally caught a whiff of spores from mum's garden..."  Before he could question anything though she was off towards town.  "I guess I'd better just get home then before I lose my head and don't know what I'm doing then.  I guess."  She rushed off.  Leaving him standing there puzzled...  What was that about..?





    Eaphiah shivered as he paced back and forth in the study.  Now where was Mesa..?  Third day in a row she had been late...  And not just a little either.  An hour late.  She finally stepped into the room.  And he almost jumped to yelling t her.  But stopped himself, asking with a slight growl in his words.  "Why have you been so late these past few days..?"  "I...  Haven't been following the sleep schedule..."  She yawned.  Eaphias was slightly confused by how openly she had stated such a thing...  "Why..?"  "Because I have been reading a lot...  Probably too much."   She stated.   Seeming barely awake as he sighed.  "Just make sure you are in bed by time tonight..."  She was too tired to contest that with him.  Then again she wouldn't have even if she wasn't tired.  She placed the two books down that she had been almost obsessed with studying for the past month or so.  The two vollumes that had disappeared a long while ago...  

     "Well...  Now that we have two of each I guess you'd may as well just keep them..."  He rolled his eyes and hauled her up by her shoulders, and helped her back to her room.  "Just go to bed..."   He mumbled, leaving maids the books to stowe for Mesa.  He sighed and moved off for the king's sanctum.  He  stopped near the throne, bowing softly to his friend and king.  He sat upon his throne still.  Wearing the same armor.  His eyes opened as Eaphiah spoke.  "It seems your daughter may be a little...  Too interested in history.  She has been losing sleep to read books on history and several vollumes of Penthri Nocto's books on the different races."  

     "Then.  Make sure she at least remains healthy...  In her Ventures...  Her...  New liking of hist...  History might do her well....  To help her avoid these wars we find ourselves in...  A courrier rushed in through the gate. More a crier really as he relayed an unpleasent message to the king. Whose grasp tightened on the arm of his throne enough to run cracks through the solid stone.  "I think it might be time for me to..."  He moved.  Shakily at first.  And pushed himself up.  His  armor hummed softly, as it seemed to breath for his damaged lungs.  "Sit back down...  You are going to injure yourself..."  "Whats a king if he can't help his people in their final time of need..?  If my  kingdom is to fall.  I will go with it.  But I won't let my people go with it..."  

     His armor hid his entire form.  But,  you could almost swear there was a weak hissing to his voice below that armor before he went through a bout of coughing...  "Where is my blade..?"  "Here...  My lord..."  Eaphias lifted the decently sized sheath from it's position a short distance away and brought it.  "Give it....  To Mesa..."  He stated, before taking a guard's weapon and striding out.  His large form still seeming strong even after many, many years alive.  He couldn't move like he used to  but he wasn't intending to live...  That much was sure as he strode from the throne room, the keep.  And eventually he strode the streets of the dark city...  So many people stood on the streets, cowering as they passed. His hands were clenched.  At the poor lives he saw all around, he couldn't do a thing about them though...  His own people, forced from their towns.  Now refugees in the capital.  

     He reached the walls eventually, the guards that stood about there surprised, shocked.  And otherwise frightened as they stumbled in their attempts to salute.  "How're things in the town..?"  He didn't have to ask as he looked out at the bleeding fields around the capitol...  "No better than on the frontline...  My liege..."  "You needn't refer to me like that anymore...  Your queen awaits at the throne room...  Protect her with your lives..."  "Queen..?  King Elhrod?"  He didn't answer the guard's question though.  "Open the gates...  I'm going for a walk..."  "But...  They will be here within the hour..." The guard said,  panicked.  And with obvious reasons worried.  "I know...  Now open the damned gates!"  A very audible hissing in his voice before he coughed heavily.  They finally opened the gates...  And he stepped through.  Alone.  And simply walked off across the fields...  A group of guards rushing to take places by his side after several minutes...  Loyal to any end to their king...  

     But he sent them back.  To any end...  Loyal to his orders...  To protect his people.  To keep his daughter safe.  He marched alone towards an army.  His heart set on one thing only...  He walked for about a few minutes past half an hour before the force noticed the solitary, lone figure.  Their dark visages smiled as howls let out about a feast they would have tonight. By the bulk of the one armored man.  A few of them charged him.  Attempting to swarm him.  His armor began to glow.  Not with light.  But heat.  Glowing red hot from an energy emanating from inside.  And as the first beasts attempted to cling to his shoulders to strike at his neck.  His armor burst.  Fragments sent about as the entire army suddenly turned tail at the figure that had been wearing the armor.  Smiting them down as if the hand of god.  They fled.  

     As the figure stood, unable to catch another breath with it's ravaged lungs.  It watched the greatly reduced force flee in full route.  And it fell.  From the sky, shaking the land with it's bulk as he let out one last cough.  Deeper and louder.  "All this...  For you...  M-...  Mesa."  Using the last air he could pull into his lungs on these words.  He finally stopped.  Motionless where he lay.  Amongst the bodies of his own people the battle the day before.  And those of their enemies...

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Demons of Epicaria. (IC)
« on: February 20, 2013, 06:30:14 pm »
     Verinian shrugged.  "Not adventure really.  I just want to see the world outside this little town I've been in my whole life."  He didn't wish to be rude...  Especially to someone cute like her...  But he was getting antsy.  Standing around and talking.  There was more than one reason he got somewhat boisterous...  He was often hyper.  Had trouble holding it in.  He clenched his left hand, wrinkling the leather gloves so he wouldn't jump out of his skin and run.  Shivering slightly as his left hand popped a few times.

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Demons of Epicaria. (IC)
« on: February 16, 2013, 07:21:06 am »
     "Hmm..?"  He halted himself for a moment, looking to her before turning back to the street.  "Was planning to be visiting my parents.  And then off.  To whatever ventures come-about.  Living in only one simple spit of land your entire life can leave you with an unquenchable wanderlust..."  His explanation had extended into a near conversation of it's own.  He shrugged though.  Patting at his coin satchel.  A gold, three silvers.  And 28 coppers.  He doubted he'd ever see a platinum coin in his life.

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Demons of Epicaria. (IC)
« on: February 12, 2013, 12:48:19 am »
Verinian nodded slightly.  Looking up for a moment in thought.  Thinking back to what little he learned from his father.  "Magi of illusion.  Correct?"   He stated.  Casually turning to look off down the nearest street of stone cobbles.  It was a bit in that direction.  15 minute walk. To get to his parent's manor.  Then he would be off.

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Demons of Epicaria. (IC)
« on: February 09, 2013, 03:35:31 am »
    Verinian stopped.  Speaking with a half bow as he donned his hat.  "Verinian Stith at your service."  But looked to the demon girl.  Eying her slightly as she backed off and coldly eyed him in silence after stating her name.  But turned his attention back to the.  Almost seeming overdressed girl.  "You seem a bit...  Overdressed..?  For just walking around town."  He didn't know quite what he was even saying anymore.

(As a hint Tomas.  In the caster type list.  I stated that magicians aren't at risk of overcasting.)

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