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[O]  Locked in the Wake

Offline Endï Jul 19 2020, 7:48 PM
  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 2
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Eximius
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  • Total Posts: 2
  • Played by: KittyKookiez
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October 13th, 1476.

All Eximius were built for one thing; to excel in raw strength and exceed even its creators in power, in order to take down the beasts called Dire. Rarely could anything other than another Eximius take one down, for they were masters of their own crafts. Built like tanks, able to withstand anything that came at them. Almost anything.

The Madness was a threat to any Eximius. It ate away at their humanity, their emotions, what distinguished them from any beast in the wild. Many have lost their battles to the Madness, cursed to wander the lands and seas in search of Red that might quench their insatiable needs. Many still have managed to put the Madness on a leash, strong enough t live their lives in relative peace from the demons inside their heads. The rest lie in all the spaces in between, some leaning to the conquerors, others leading to the ones conquered.

At first glance, one might think the Endi to be a soul who's lost its battle. But in truth, humanity is still in there somewhere. Barely a wisp, appearing only as flashes of memories in its mind. Sometimes, it has strange dreams.

Visions of obscene and random things, things familiar yet foreign at once. The feel of warm skin against skin. Or the smell of something sweet and fresh. The color of a vaguely defined eye--all fragments of buried memories, suppressed for years in a disturbed slumber. The dreams would end the same way they always do--that is to say, not at all. The Endi would wake up, and just like that, it's like the dream never happened.

It is the middle of the day when its latest dream awakes it. The mainly nocturnal creature crawls out of its hidden away den and stretches. Metallic claws dig absently at the soft dirt underneath it, scanning the area for something worth its attention, before catching scent of something new. It was only a whiff, fading already, and fading fast. The creature acts quickly. Claws sink themselves into the bark of a tree, propelling itself upwards with mighty back legs until it stood balancing itself on the mid-layer level of the tree branches. With the leaves and branches to cover itself, the beast moves swiftly, jumping from tree to tree to track down this new scent. It is only when the smell is moderately stronger does it slow down, creeping slowly and more silently in order to remain unseen. The beast crouches, merely curious to see what new being has entered the forest. It is a human--or some form of it...
Offline Fallon Aug 18 2020, 7:27 AM
  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 29
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Clubs Ambassador
  • Total Posts: 13
  • Played by: Rosie
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It was not safe in Afiel Ca Sein. But frankly, in Ballasburn it was quite not that safe anywhere. It was not the reason why she came to Afiel Ca Sein, although there was some comfort taken in that she was not surrounded by prying eyes and polite smiles that hid loose lips in the shadows.

Fallon was a creature of art, inspiration and curiosity, but there was something as well that some might have easily mislooked; hunger. Maybe that was just another way to say that she was very curious, or that she rather intensely wanted things that often felt impossible or out of reach. Madness was one of them – one she wanted to grasp and understand fully. Not to corrupt her no, though she was almost sure that there was enough of a root there. They were a little mad here, a perfectly sane and common result of abduction, negligent medical procedures and forced murder. Sanity had never been a priority, not for soldiers, not for humans.

Then what did the fair and freckled red haired eximius want from their terrible region of the Unclaim? She moved stealthily, but sometimes there was a harsher crunch between her feet. Whether it was because her attributes were deceptively more combatant than stalker, or because she enjoyed how those dead leaves felt beneath crippling beneath her.

And she dressed in darker and more natural cloths, a half cape that ends at her waist that she used to cloak her bright hair, and mud and wet ash that she’s used to mar her forehead and around her eyes. Nothing that made her stand out from the forest here, except that for whatever reason she was here. And that was possibly dangerous in of itself. Although she would have been foolish to have without any substance of a weapon. And so she had quarterstaff slung over her shoulder, and a knife and some darts at the utility strap at her leg. She took a breath, though it came in and left cold in a bit of a cloudy whiff.

She had heard this place was home to the mad. Not that it was new, but intentions of her perhaps were. Foolish as they may seem, of some semblance of redemption. While Ballasburn gave freedom and enlightenment to some, she regretted those it left behind. And if there is any explanation to be found, it may have been in that, as purple eyes take in and scan about in the spaces between the trees with a calm clarity, like she held expectations.

When the woman was walking, travelling, she soon stops as her eyes scan the treeline as if trying to cue into something that was coming. She soon catches it enough not for perfect discernment but to confirm there is something there among the trees, and where its heading. She takes her stick, holding between her two hands, not gripped in any sort of nervousness or tightness, yet. Instead her movements remain fluid and natural still, as if she’s simply painting or walking across a room.

Her eyes keenly trace the treeline to pick up the movement again. The fact that they have slowed (and not revealed themselves) was possibly more concerning than if it were to charge full speed into the area.

And her eyes soon lock on. Instead of vastly moving or changing her position, it’s just the slightest motion of her head that’s there.

“I can see you," she informs.

“Mat’ta,” a Qadar greeting. Although she is not even entirely sure of what she's looking at.

Detect: Rolled 18 on discord - SUCCESS! for detecting hidden Endi in the treeline