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[P]  Gifts from Afar

Offline Sizani May 28 2020, 12:23 AM
#1
  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 18
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Citizen
  • Total Posts: 9
  • Played by: Sbicy
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Sizani tugs off her scarf, thighs tensing as she springs from the earth in a light plume of dust and hangs it on the lowest branch of a pine tree beside the bay. The air is warm, the cry of the wild birds overhead punctuated by the low, distance roar of the waterfall. Her feet leave small prints in the grass, the stalks bent and flattened from the weight of her landing. Soon after her top, pants, and individual bands around her feet and tail join the rest of her clothing--leaving her in nothing but a pair of small undershorts and a wrap around her chest. Eagerly jogging back to the water's edge, she drops to her hands and knees and peers at her own reflection, moving her ears up and down and giggling at the silly face she makes before dipping her fingers into the bay. The summer sun has warmed the shallows, yet they remain cool enough to take the burning edge off of the heat.

Needing no further reassurance, she races away down the shoreline, heading toward the waterfall whose thunderous crash deafens her hearing.

Deftly climbing a short, rocky outcrop that juts out over the bay, she grins as she looks over the edge and judges the distance. Twenty feet, max, certainly not anything that would kill her. There were no visible rocks at the base of the falls, though she knew better than to go any closer for a jump. The pool below was dark in the center, deepening from a shimmering green to a murky juniper. Finding a good running start, she takes off toward the edge and yips her delight as she takes a bounding leap and sails through the air. The wind whips at her fur as the surface of the bay rushes up to meet her, swallowing her with a loud splash and the pulsing of her wake. It is warm enough that there isn't a sudden shock to her system, bi-colored eyes opening to see the blurry, shinning shapes of fish as they dart away from her form.

Breaking for air, she sucks in a breath and beams. A beautiful day for a swim, to be sure, and she cannot wait for her company to join her. The letter she had received to her long-time friend sat clean and dry in her pack, informing her in the utmost elegant penmanship that Jin would soon be travelling to Dorsum. Be it for pleasure or business, she did not know, but she planned to ask him such things when the dire arrived. Her reply stated to meet her at the bay, and that she had something for him upon his appearance.

Her long tail follows behind her like a serpent, winding through the water as the fur fans out and slithers weightlessly. She swims confidently and with ease, powerful limbs pushing her back toward the shallows. The fish here are curious when she settles onto the sand, smiling as they poke and bite at her tail-fur in hopes that it is hiding food.
Offline Jin Jun 20 2020, 4:37 PM
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  • The Weyrs
  • Age: 19
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Nomad
  • Total Posts: 1
  • Played by: Pan
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The sun hangs high in the sky, slips of its golden touch haloing past the crown of leaves to the grounds below, warming the earth and its passersby. Amidst the thick of ruin and abandonment, nature thrives in abundance, forgotten and unafraid. Jin too relishes in the privacy as he quietly weaves between spaces of shadow and light. His ears, attuned to the chorus of Mother Nature, perks to the unmistakable sound of crashing water in the distance. It isn't long now before he sees her again, and his pace quickens to close the gap between where he knows the Eximian lingers in wait. A small smile tugs prematurely at the corners of his lips, blooming excitement that refuses to be quelled beneath his usual veneer of esoteric quiet.

Beyond the thickets to his left, Etro's feathered head emerges, nose craning higher to better catch the muted scent of the woman. The creatures certainty only cements itself upon sensing the urgency in his owners once lax amble, now turned to a sure gait of long limbs and smiling eyes. Without warning, the two are rushing toward the waterfall with the raptor leading their charge as he bursts forth from the foliage, every bit as threatening as a mouth of teeth and skin of abuse can seem. Yet in spite of this, a clumsiness threatens the beast's image; the tip of a tongue slipping out between gaps of lost teeth, a dip and bow that emulates the ghost of a limp, and a surefire enthusiasm reflecting from reptilian eyes.

When he sees the distinct silhouette of the Muridae, Etro catapults forward, barely stopping short of ramming the seated woman as he pushes his head against her furred back, rubbing up and down with a fondness reserved for too few, too little. From his chest, a low purr thrums as he boldly accosts her with yet more forceful nudges while trying to bodily drape himself across her lap, or perhaps to nest upon her altogether.

"Etro, stop! You're going to crush her!" Jin's breaths are labored, not having realized he would have to race his own draconian companion for Sizani's attention.

As he nears the pair, his hands lick out to wrap around the raptor's large chest in an attempt to subdue the onslaught of affection. After minutes of wrestling, his efforts are met with success when Etro finally settles on the other side of the woman and arbitrarily rests his head over her lap. In the heat of their entrance, the Dire is barely able to greet his friend, but now as the ruckus is replaced with silence, his chartreuse gaze fixes to her. Only then does a startling realization dawn upon him, and his eyes widen, the whites of it providing a stark contrast to the blush that fans across his sun-kissed skin. She is barely clothed, more fur than cloth privy to his wandering stare.

"S-Sizani! I-I'm sorry, I didn't know," he mutters vaguely while scooting aside to regain some distance between their warm bodies. He turns then, his long, messy locks of black and gold becoming the front and center of her attention as he looks away from her. "I didn't mean to stare..."

Without pause, he scavenges through his knapsack, procuring a large, beige tunic that he tries to canopy over her bare, wet shoulders. His attempts are met with failure though, especially given his adamance that he not look her way as he does so. In a fit of knuckles bumping into her arm and the side of her head, each collision ushers more whispers of apologies and jolts of shock before he ascertains where her shoulders are and barely manages to place the cloth over her. By then, his heart is thundering in his chest and the tips of his ears are redder than the blood beneath his skin. Jin doesn't bother to turn back to her, and his utter mortification is met with a huff of mockery from his drake who shamelessly shifts closer to the woman.

He shuffles his knees to his chest, his long, lanky figure curling in on itself as he buries his toes into the sand to distract himself from his errant thoughts.
Offline Sizani Jul 3 2020, 10:48 PM
#3
  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 18
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Citizen
  • Total Posts: 9
  • Played by: Sbicy
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Mottled ears stand on end, swiveling at the base to listen as the grass stirs and rustles. Sizani half turns to look behind, grin stretching from ear to ear as a familiar raptor comes pushes through the foliage. Etro wastes no time with his assault, chirping her name while the feathers on his head get soaked from her fur. Laughing at the greeting, she turns to hug his scarred neck with one arm, squeezing him close and beaming over her shoulder as Jin joins them soon after the raptor shows itself. Threading her wet fingers through the mane atop the creature's head, she yelps as the much larger draconic pet attempts to lay himself in her lap, forcing her back onto her elbows in the water to accommodate his weight and size.

"It hasn't been years, Etro!" She laughs, giving his shoulder a pat. The raptor refuses to be displaced by her, having to be removed by Jin himself as he pleads with his animal to release its prisoner. With some luck and a lot of persuasion she speaks to the beast, Etro relents and rests his head upon her lap, perfectly content with receiving attention that way as she wicks the water from the feathers and encourages them to stand. Grinning up at her dire friend, she is momentarily confused at the look on his face, both embarrassed and scandalized. Tilting her head, the eximius examines what parts of herself she could see, ensuring that nothing had slipped out during the scuffle. Everything meant to be private was not bearing itself to the world, and it's with a squeak as his large hands bump into her back and face that she remembers how utterly skittish and polite he is. Shame on her for forgetting.

"Whoops! I'm sorry, Jin." Her apology is said with a snort, assisting the large wolf in pulling the tunic around her shoulders and finding the hole for her head to poke through. It's absolutely massive on her, a glorified blanket as she slides out from under Etro and stands. It nearly drags on the ground, getting tied into a knot at her back to make it a bit shorter and prevent it from being completely soiled. "It's no problem, though. I was covered, you worry-wart." Sizani approaches without hesitation, rounding the large, lanky dire and half climbing onto his back to loop her arms around his shoulders and press a kiss to the back of his head.

"I've missed you, friend! It's so good to see you. I have something for you, don't move! Wait there." Without waiting for his reply, she darts off into the woods back to her things, relieved to see that they hadn't been stolen by animals or messed with. Digging through her backpack, she procures the gift she had prepared and zips back to his side.

"I was recently set out on an official excursion by a Speaker, and on the way I had to travel to Corzya by sea. When we were journeying, we stopped on a small island and found a dead basilisk! I took one of the scales from it, as you are a Weyr, and thought you might like it." She uncovers the scale, still shimmering green and gold in the aurelian reflection of the afternoon. A bright gaze seeks his, searching for approval as the triangular piece of the once powerful creature is offered in two small, eager hands.

"I do hope that this is not considered offensive." She could be a bit ignorant in ways she was unfamiliar.