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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Farewell on March 26, 2015, 01:29:57 AM
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So this is basically a RP about the early world and Furries are discovering lands. Now yes you can be a Any race doesn't matter if they were in different times except the future please. You can find any land even fake! Or live at a land! Go wild and Just have fun! (Also for some out there, yes you can be or turn into a feral)
RULES
•since its old let's try no powers
•One character (unless, like I do you add a character/ creature that eventually dies or is just in a small part)
•no god missing of course and dats all my friends!
•no you don't need to buuut try to interact with others!!! X3
Name: Zaida Tsuki
Age:19
Species: northern/ southern sergal
Height: 6.3
Weight: 121
Race: unknown to most, but is tribal Indian
Land: unknown and undiscovered land that Zaida calls Sehehl Reef (se-hul)
Dislikes: sergals, sand, tree sap, dangerous things, submission, failure, sickness, loud noises and crowds
likes: food, swimming, climbing, running, hunting, animals (especially new ones), discovering, art, learning, traveling, war, gore, fighting (due to her past she's grown to love it)
Personality/ extra: she's rarely seen different Furries only sergals and dead bidies of Furries that wash up on shore, some that lived she has killed, curious, serious, intelligent can learn easily, strong, very flexible with her long body, lonely, sad, fears nothing, most sergals now fear her. Can speak English from finding washed up books from dead Furries.
About: as you all know northern and southern sergals have a war against one another. her father and mother had a Romero and Juliet thing going on both son and daughter of the leaders and their relationship was a secret. One day having Zaida they executed the mother and father, nearly killing Zaida as a baby. Zaida's aunt defended and protected until she was 11 aunt Vivi past away leaving the southern sergal tribe to starve, beat Zaida day after day until she decided it was best to run off and live on her own but made her grow strong, and intelligent then both of the tribes
Appearance: If you don't know already go on my 'will my art improve?' Thread to see my ref sheet. She's very healthy looking and also you can tell she's a bit different from the other sergal tribes... Due to the fact she's part northern and southern, she is capable with being in cold or hot climate. She's also just between the sizes of both sergal races. She's skinny like sergals however is very fit.
Weapons: hand made curved bow, tomahawks, spear, large double bladed spear, swords. Biting, and clawing, close combat. Some guns she's found but doesn't quite know how to work them.
Clothing: mostly wears armor bullet proof to most guns. (http://tapatalk.imageshack.com/v2/15/03/25/f10e696d71f2f762af0a7a0150389e13.jpg) when she isn't wearing her armor, she wears her simple rigged leather loinclothes of course that she made (http://tapatalk.imageshack.com/v2/15/03/25/e01c7c8471b665fb0cc70290436486c7.jpg)
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(I had a perfect character for this right up until you said "No powers".)
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(It's not my fault, no matter what people do, when I allow powers they have powers for everything, they never get hurt, or super powerful leaving other useless... I honestly hate that, sorry)
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Name:Jerimiah locus
Age:21
Species:Red deer
Height:6,7
Weight:230
Race:French
Land:Originates from france
Dislikes:Sickness,Most insects and arachnids
likes:New lands,the ocean,his crewmates
Personality/ extra:He is s normal sailor,just wants to explore the world
About:He was raised by a piss poor family in the dieaese ridden slums of paris,he lost everybody to diesese's,living a lonely life on a rotting house with all kinds off filth,he got some francs,an got a crew and ship's
Appearance:Simple solid red colors with white streak on his chest and snout
Clothing:Navy blue overcoat
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Name: Galen Arakisk
Age: 17
Species: Heraldic Winged Lion
Height: 5' 10" plantigrade, 6' 3 digitigrade (in the short moments before toppling over)
Weight: 140 Lbs Midform, 315 Lbs Fullform
Race: Asian/Russian
Land: Hails from the small European town of Aret
Likes: Shifting rapidly between Human, Midform and Fullform in the company of his oblivious, exceedingly drunk friends, trying to learn how to fly, getting the perfect bullseye.
Dislikes: Accidentally going to scratch his nose with his claws out, having a sensitive olfactory system in an age of unsanitary conditions, crash landings, lack of thumbs in fullform, biting his tongue in midform with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.
Personality/Extra: Uses a medallion inherited from his grandfather when humanity is a requirement, can't stand upright with digitigrade feet worth a damn, actively practicing archery, randomly sociable.
About: Growing up in the midst of a human colony, Galen was required to always maintain a human appearance, at least within view of the townsfolk. As soon as he learned how to shift between human, midform, and fullform with a good degree of control at the age of 14, he set out with only a few supplies in hopes of finding a place where tolerance of diversity was extended to the other species of the world. Of course, growing up human did no good to his flying skills. Which are pretty much nonexistant as of now. The weird variations in senses when shifting between forms doesn't help much either.
Appearance: Varies, between human (with lion eyes posessing superior vision to those of a human), bipedal midform (brown hair, plantigrade, retractable claws on hands/feet, with or without wings), or a full form, which he almost never uses (thumbs are a valuable resource which one does not have as an adolescent Fullform lion).
Clothes: Simple grey long-sleeved shirt with slits for wings (when present), worn leather pants, cobbled shoes or moccasins.
Weapons: Recurve bow, Steel Broadheads, Steel hunting dagger.
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(Nice however I'm heading to bed, which will give more time for more to join. We'll start tomorrow)
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(Nice however I'm heading to bed, which will give more time for more to join. We'll start tomorrow)
Sounds like a plan. Let's see how this turns out! I've never really done this kind of thing before. Ever.
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(Well we can start now, and im sure that more will join)
Zaida on sehehl bay was on the beach where her camp was near, she was cooking a fair size shark with her armor aside and was wearing her rigged loinclothes. She sat down studying the shells that rest in the sand.
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*Jerimiah sails across the sea silently singing*"Allons enfants de la patrie,Le jour de gloire est arrivé"*He looks at the gentle seas*
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Zaida heard noises from afar and her ears perk up. She huffs looking into the ocean curious.
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"Men! Drop anchor! i see land!"
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The do as they were told dropping the anchor quickly.
Zaida seeing a ship watched in awe. She saw many before but never this close to sehehl. She got up and ran into the jungle hiding behind trees leaving her cooking shark in the beach... Along with her armor.
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"Hmmm..."*He gets of the ship and to land,the squishing underneath his hoof's*
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Zaida held a double bladed spear not seeing these types of Furries was a whole new experience.
The shark began to burn but now Jeremiah's crew stood around it and some studying Zaida's armor. "Sir look what we found..."
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Name: Vivian Maw
Nickname: Captain Dead Water
Gender: female
Age: 29
Species: Shark (can turn feral or anthro)
Height: 6.7
weight: 234ibs
Race: Native Caribbean
Land: Hails from the Caribbean islands
Likes: Pillaging, loot, rum, and general pirates life stuff.
Dislikes: The navy, rules, and letting the men live.
Personality: Seemingly cheerful but only when she has you at her feet, tends to try to twist deals in her favor, otherwise loves having a good time whatever she considers this to be.
About: Vivian is one of the most feared pirates on the seven seas and her ship is called The Lethal Siren. She has a nasty habit of killing all men on board the ships she raids and only offers women to be apart of her crew. One of her favorite things to do when she makes her prisoners walk the plank is to turn into a shark if there are none around and eat the prisoners herself. She has a large bounty on her head for anyone who would dare try to claim it.
Weapons: A big bastard sword and a double barreled musket pistol. She is incredibly strong as her body is all muscle.
Appearance: Has long red hair when in Anthro form and wears a red corset, black captains jacket, and a short skirt. and thigh high boots. When she turns feral her clothes will rip off if she doesn't strip first and when she does she grows into a full great white shark.
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(I know your a big and bad pirate but try not to God mode...sorry I just warn Furries since a lot of them tend to God mode on RP's)
Zaida looked at the crew her eyes glowing brightly while snarling that they were near her food and items. She watched carefully ready if she needed to fight.
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Galen slowly makes his way over the moderately hilly landscape near a body of water, possibly an ocean? Seeing a ship in the distance, he stays back a good distance, hoping to see how things might unfold before he makes any attempts at getting involved. "Such an odd crew", he thinks. "Definitely not human, and nothing like any European species I've seen before. This could get interesting."
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Vivian was anchored on an uncharted isle not to far from where zaida's ship was but still out of sight. Her crew was currently taking break from pirating and all them were having a party on the beach. Vivian was laying in a hamick just on shore under the shade, her jacket hung and wearing only a grass skirt and coconut bikini.
"Ah this is the life." She said as she sipped some rum and watcher her crew have fun on the beach and party.
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(Zaida doesn't have a ship... She lives on the island, that's Jeremiah's ship...)
Nearby was the southern sergals in there brown, and black armor marching to the beach to greet or to chase out the pirate crew, hoping to receive Zaida as well.
Zaida crawled onto the tree hissing lightly.
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"Huh?" Vivian hears the sergals come out of the trees and tries to get out of her hammock but falls flat on her face. Her crew gather their stuff quickly at the sound of the attack but since they left their weapons on the ship, they head for the boats.
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The sergals stopped. watching them run off as they spoke in there language to one another. They studied were the Pirates were celebrating at but the general with many scars stood snarling at the boat and mumbled in English somewhat a bit rusty "intruders..."
When she saw the chance Zaida snucked out grabbing her weapons and armor then scurried back into the jungle, her ears perked hearing the southern sergals making her hiss and growl with anger.
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"You idiots wait for me!" Vivian quickly grabbed her coat and threw it the water as she turned into a feral shark. She caught her jacket on her nose and swam after them.
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The sergal General roared loudly at the leaving Pirates as a warning the others having there bow's drawn.
As the northern sergals had no clue of the 'intruders' since they stayed of course on the northern side of the large land where mountains stood, snowed, and grew cold.
Zaida quickly made her way to the area hiding in the jungle. She had her armor on and snarled, mist escaping her bright Aqua eyes.
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(Zaida doesn't have a ship... She lives on the island, that's Jeremiah's ship...)
Nearby was the southern sergals in there brown, and black armor marching to the beach to greet or to chase out the pirate crew, hoping to receive Zaida as well.
Zaida crawled onto the tree hissing lightly.
*He looks around*"I Hear natives"
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The southern sergals begin to walk on the beach to make sure that no other intruders have sailed to their land. As they walked not to far the General sergal saw another ship. While others stayed watching the Pirates.
Zaida followed through the jungle snarling at the sight of other sergals around.
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"Get those guns ready ladies and get some clothes on. These sergal have disgraced the dread pirate ladies and where going to show them what happnens." Vivian and her crew were on their ship getting ready for battle and a couple members below deck readies the cannons.
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"Pirates and natives?"*He looks at his crew*"Ready your muskets men....Vive La France!"
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The general roars. "Surrender or die, intruders!" They begin to attack.
The sergals got ready when seeing the cannons and began to charge at the ship.
Zaida watched atop of a tree as they fought the French crew, her bow ready hitting some southern sergals with her venom covered arrows. Loving to kill the ones who abused her she ran out showing no mercy, Zaida roared slashing through sergals with her swords.
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Galen watched as clouds of gunsmoke erupted from the seemingly abrupt firefight on the beach. Hearing the series of resounding booms, along with the occasional discomforting sound of a musketball sinking into the turf nearby, he quickly shouted an expletive before shifting to a fullform and dashing away as fast as a wing-assisted sprint could carry him. "That could have gone better", he thought. "But then again, it definitely could have gone worse." As the reports of gunfire gave way to the clash of swords, he added "Well, I will have to check back after the carnage is over. Could use a good sword perhaps."
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The northern sergals heard this, the leader then commanded the Warriors to go out to fight the intruders, the south sergals, and to capture Zaida for what they call 'sacrifices'
They began to march the general leading as they were dressed in a light white blue armor. They clashed into the fighting spilling blood some trying to capture Zaida.
Zaida snarled swinging her sword from attackers.
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*French soldier's attack the sergals*
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The sergal tribes mostly fought against one another the northern general came to Jeremiah. "Please let me help, we northern sergals wish not to fight... for we will help your men" he said in his strong accent fighting off southern sergals.
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*He impales a southern sergal*"Were colonizing this area!"
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"This area belongs to the south, and they wish not to share... They are selfish but the north wishes to help your men"
Some southerns begin to retreat.
Zaida was being lassoed like an animal, she hissed and roared trying to break free from the northern sergals.
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After arriving at a tree of a slighty greater height than those adjacent, and located at an angle unlikely to become victim to stray musket fire, Galen made a few attempts at flight in fullform before realizing that midform would probably be the best way to go about actually gripping the branches once he was at a proper altitude. "Getting a little better every day" he thought, as he folded his wings and found a suitable branch capable of carrying his weight. From this location of relative safety, he inspected his gear for damage before noticing that a stray shot, likely from one of the musket's wielded by one of the fighters, had managed to punch a hole in one of his feathers. "Well isn't that something." A laugh followed as he realized how close he had come to being struck, and he continued to watch the battle on the beach unfold.
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"The weed 'em out"*he is hit by a blade*"since i could colonize the north but no"
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Some arrows were shot up at the flying furry.
Southerns roar in defeat and retreat back into the jungle back to the desert some southerns sergals laying in the sand dead.
Zaida was pinned down by a fair amount of northern sergals. She tried to yell or break free but the rope was on tight but only let down growls while she struggled but to many sergals held her down.
Some northerns acting polite seeing the furry on the branch one spoke not in good english. "With travelers?"
The leader looked to Jeremiah showing no harm and kindness. "I am sorry new comer, I didn't hear over the vicious southerners...they have no respect for great travelers from far lands..."
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With the sight of an arrow embedding itself in the trunk of the tree in which he sat he jolted upright. "Hey, watch where you put that!" he shouted down to the shooter of an unknown species, before addressing the questioner below "And no, I am on my own. Whatever dispute it is that you have with those other.... things.... I'm not one of the people you should be sticking with an arrow!"
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"Southern sergals, we north..." He responds. "We wish to.. Have...peace with new travelers..." He responded.
They began to pick up Zaida, she struggled and snapped as they held the ropes from all sides like a leash to keep her from attacking. Zaida growled not giving up.
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He looked at the strange "sergals" with a slight hint of credulity, before responding "Well as long as none of you add a fresh wound to my hide, that's fine by me. Now if one of you might tell me exactly WHERE I am at the moment, that would be quite kind of you. I seem to have uh... lost my way a few days back." He reached down from his branch to pick the arrow embedded in the trunk with a considerable amount of effort. "Also, I'd like to know who has fletched and fired this arrow."
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"You are in sehehl bay... And the arrow is from southerns. Orange, brown on the...arrow means it was fired from south sergals" he bows his head showing his arrow with blue and white. "Please us take you to tribe" some other northerns come to the commotion with Zaida tied up ready to leave.
Zaida huffed tiredly and rested herself to save her strength for later on.
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"Oh okay then" said Galen, "Mind if I join you on your way back to your society? I would be interested to see the details of you people's culture and architecture."
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*He walks with the leader*
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"Yes, come, follow leader" he then yelled back at the group of northern sergals to follow along with the group that held Zaida captive.
The leader, eyanoda lead the way marching to the tribe. "We will have a feast for you new travelers." He smiled but then snarled back commanding Zaida to stay quiet.
She huffed then stopped growling and looked at the floor as she was forcefully pulled along.
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"This land is interesting..."
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"Well", said Galen,"the people are interesting at least. The land however, is not so interesting as you might think, or at least the parts I have seen lately. I now know what it is like to walk across a plainsland for days on end, and I can say with absolution that it is the most uneventful, unremarkable, mind-numbing trek you might ever have to experience."
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"Yes maybe my tribe can show you the land more, tomorrow after the sacrifice" he smiled. "For now we shall feast then after we shall rest. You both can have a tent" He arrived at the tribe that rested on top of the mountain.
The others took Zaida's qrmor and weapons. After they tied her up to the tree the northern sergals looking at her and threatening.
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"Yes after the... sacrifice... very well then." Galen hid his wings with a faint mist of blue light, and carried on with an intrigued, if somewhat disturbed, attitude.
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"Sacrifice?"*He stops in his tracks*
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"Yes sacrifice we will please the Gods with the one who does not belong, We shall celebrate for our victory!"
Zaida snarled a bit under the rope that held her snout shut but she was only wearing leather loinclothes leaving her weak so she stayed still and silent to avoid harm.
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Galen walked over to the strange, brightly colored creature walking alongside what was likely the leader of these warriors. "And what might you be?", he asked, "at first I might have thought you were a deer of some type, but considering that I have never seen any deer of any such color, I don't think that is correct, is it?"
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"A sergal" the leader spoke in a deep husky voice. "I am a north sergal" the large light blue sergal with glowing white eyes stared down Galen while he sat in his what it seemed to be his throne. "And we are not reptiles."
Zaida saw everyone distracted and slowly moved her flexible body around loosening the ropes.
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"Apologies, your uh... honor. Also, how about that great red deer over there? Now HE looks like a totem, or something of the sort. I haven't had much experience with the sentient deer species."
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"He is traveler like you, I'm sure... Only in my tribe are sergals you both are the first LIVING Furries we seen at our land...most wash up ashore at the southerns beach..."
Zaida finally got the rope off that was tied around her snout.
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"Well, I'd imagine it's because you happened to choose one of the furthest edges of the unknown world as your capital. There is definitely no lack of other people in the world, it's simply that the distance is great, and the motives for travelling this far are nonexistant for most of the people I've seen, both human and nonhuman" said Galen, as he shifted his right hand from midform to human and back in an instant. "And I would know. You could say I'm a bit of both."
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"Red deer,were native to france"
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"Well It's pleasant to meet both, please enjoy the feast" the leader greeted.
Zaida got her tail free and began to untie the ropes with her tail until being slammed by the General. "Don't you try to escape!" He hissed and began to hit Zaida as a punishment.
She roared and snapped at him but other northerns came and pinned her to the tree tying her back up as she was punished.
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"Wonder what's the history behind that one", he muttered with a secretive tone to the deer,"seems almost feral to me. Anyways, what brings you to this fine, if somewhat brutally religious, civilization on the edge of known earth?"
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"We've been here for many generations, it's unknown to were we came from, but we've learned to live here and worship our gods."
Zaida cursed at the general in her language and spat blood.
The general hissed back and walked away back to the leader and the other northerns went back to there celebration.
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"Sorry for the lack of introduction, although I am sure you would understand why following the events of today. Might have heard your name at some point I think. During the fight on the beach. Jeremiah, is that correct?" Galen asked of the red deer, with a slight sense of tension following the sight of the bloodied sergal.
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Zaida huffed tiredly while blood trickled down her nose. "Cowards...." She mumbled and fell to her knee's and dropped her head as her hands were tied to the tree. She closed her eyes and panted lightly while thinking of a plan.
Some northern sergals danced around the fire happily as they had animal bones with there worshiping and the general stood beside the leader. (Heading to bed guys, see Ya in the morning :3)
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(Good night to all who participated as well.) As Galen looked at the scene with a divided sense of what might be the best action in the following days, he soon found himself walking down the paths of the Northern Sergal Capitol, treading barefoot down the cobbled paths in search of a place of temporary solace. Looking up at the stars of a calm night sky, and back down to the earth and a strange new land, he continued his walk throughout the districts of the city, now nearly empty of people who had attended the celebration of victory over the defeated Southerners. Occasionally making a shift of forms for whatever varied terrain the city paths covered, he eventually found his way to the base of a neighboring peak sparsely covered with the dwellings of these strange new people, and finally made a few short, rustling flaps of his wings before stowing them, and was quick to arrive at the highest peak overlooking the town, where he sat overlooking the capitol of the Northern Sergals, gleaming with the light of a new victory, and another day of conquest in the name of their gods. As he sang to himself a song of a world ablaze with changes, he shifted his wings back into existence, using them to guard against the cold mountain air.
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"This is really...creepy"
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One of the sergals approached the red. "You have tents" he gestured to two fairly sized tents that stood next to eachother obviously one for he other furry
Zaida looked at the celebration and growled, mumbling some things to herself.
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"alright"*He looks at zaida*
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She looked at the floor huffing and moving her arms to loosen the ropes.
The sergal nods and walks off back to the celebration that was in the middle of the tribe.
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*He slides towards zaida,cutting the ropes*
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Zaida flinches a bit confused looking at the red deer. "Helping?" She asked quietly.
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"yes im not a souless psycho tribal"
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She nods. "T-thank you" she whispers calmly in perfect English to the deer.
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*He looks at the tribals*"Run"
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Some northerns saw this and began to run after yelling in their language.
Zaida grabbed her armor and weapons beginning to run.
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*The french begin shooting*
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Zaida grabs the deer's hand leading through the jungle. "They cannot swim" she says in her accent.
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*He flinches and looks at her*
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"Trust me" she said in her accent as she ran out of the jungle into the beach with him running into the water towards his boat.
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"okay since youre so beautiful i can trust you"
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"W-wha" Not having enough time to speak, Zaida dives into the water with him and looks back seeing the sergals at the beach roaring with anger at their crew. Zaida panted and looked at the deer. "I owe many thanks... I would be a sacrifice to the 'gods'" she huffed. "What do we do?" She asked.
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*He gets on and looks at his crew*
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Zaida climbs aboard the ship and sat at the edge a bit worried but now felt safe that she was now away from the sergals that hunted her.
There was still many Furries only a quarter had been killed.
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"FULL SAIL!!! FULL SAIL!!"
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The crew scattered around the ship beginning to sail off.
Zaida watched them and sat watching as they were leaving the island. Feeling comfortable and safe she took off her armor wearing her simple leather loinclothes that was her regular clothing.
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*He looks at zaida*
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She just sat in the middle of the ship unsure of what to do but only studied. She leaned against a barrel and set her armor next to her.
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Galen sat upright quickly as he head a commotion within the capitol below. As he searched the streets for signs of the origin of the chaotic yelling with his brown, gold veined eyes, he witnessed what looked like the deer and the previously captive sergal he had arrived with running towards the beach as fast as they might possibly run. "Well, never mind that," he said, regarding his liberation and escape planned later in the night,"now to see just how far an assisted glide might carry me at such an altitude." As he took a running start in fullform before shifting to midform to reduce mass and drag, he took note of any possible updrafts among the various outcroppings of dark, basaltic boulders which might assist in his flight. "Hopefully the coastal winds have good intentions in mind as well, and assist me in my pursuit."
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*He looks at a map*"Agh....where now?"
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Some of the sergals saw this and yelled at the furry not trusting they began to shoot arrows with sharp ice crystals as the head.
Zaida tilted her head. "There is more?" She asked the deer curious.
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"Yes there is...."
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She got up leaving her armor and weapons at the barrel, she walked behind the deer and rested her head on his shoulder since her was a bit taller and she looked at the map. "And this shows you where? Interesting... I've seen them but never understood..."
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*He blushes and looks at her*
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She looked at him and noticed his blush "Your face is red?" She said never seeing reaction this and put a paw lightly on his cheek. "And a bit warm... Are you alright?"
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"Yes,just uhh..."
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She tilts her head. "What is wrong?"
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"N-Nothing"*He looks at her*
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"Well so much for that," Galen thought, as he saw the ship sail further out across the ocean,"there is no possibility of me traversing the water to their ship. Maybe some day we will meet again. Without being shot at." With that thought in mind, he headed to the Northerners, still disgruntled at their lost sacrificial centerpiece, in hopes of finding a mapmaker capable of leading him back to his most recent home in Merseyside County."
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They continued to shoot. "Traitor!" The general roared at Galen. "You will pay by becoming the gods new sacrifice!!" The northerns chant.
Zaida looks at him. "You are a very brave traveler, I know I thanked you many times but" she sighed and hugged the deer. "No one has ever helped me"
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"y-yeah...great..."*He looks at the map*
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"I refuse your Gods of blood and carnage, but you have something I need!" Galen's previously slow descent turned to a quick dive, and he proceeded to embed an arrow in the foot of the closest Northerner before shifting to fullform to eviscerate him and use his remnants as a shield against the volley of arrows from the others. As they proceeded to renock their bows, he ripped the sheated Northern blade of good steel from the now arrow-riddled corpse, before hurriedly rushing from the peaks upon which the Northern territory was centered. "At least I finally got the sword I wanted," he remarked with a slightly shaken expression. "Although I guess I will be retracing my steps to the nearest village. Troublesome, but it beats sacrifice."
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"We will not help you!!" The general roared showing no mercy. "Our gods our furious!!"
Zaida stopped hugging and looked at the map before nudging the deer on the cheek. "You should rest, it's good for you" she rubbed his shoulder. "And it is late. A great traveler must sleep" she insisted her snout nudging him lightly on his snout.
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*He blushes and sighs*"Alright"
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She smiled happy that he agreed "here help you sleep" she lead him into the cabin and laid him down on his bed laying the blanket over him and sat on the floor beside the bed. "You may get ready for bed then I shall rest you" she said in her accent kindly wanting to help as most as possible .
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*He nods*
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She pets his head softly until rubbing his jaw and hummed like beautiful lullaby for him to sleep as she was tired also.
The northern sergals hissed and growled while the general roared. "Why would we possibly help you! The gods speak to us and say you are a traitor and will be a sacrifice, speak!"
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The screams of the General were now faint even for the ears of a lion, as he passed into the night forest to be unseen.
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The northerns tried to keep their pace but his flying gave and advantage for escape. The general hissed loudly. "Coward!!!"
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"Youll have to sleep too"
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She looked at him. "But what if something bad happens..." She said a bit worried about the sergals.
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"Were too far out for them"
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She sighed and nods lightly then crawls onto the bed feeling less stressed about the sergals. "Ok"
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"Besides my co captain is piloting while we sleep"
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She nods trusting the deer. "Ok" she grabs some of the blanket laying under and resting her head on a pillow. "Very comfortable..."
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Upon gaining a significant enough distance to not be a target of the Northerners, Galen said "Now, where was I. Oh yes, the sword." He landed in the nearest clearing among the trees which dotted the strip of land between the forest and the beach. Shifting his hands to those of a human to aid in dexterity, he removed the sergal-forged weapon: a dark, straight-edged blade resembling a cross between a tanto knife and falchion, displaying a smooth finish and a somewhat ornate grip of dark wood and a pommel of dark-green corundum. "Must have killed someone of at least some importance." He bent the buckel of the sheath's belt, which had been warped following his hasty acquisition of the weapon, back into shape. Putting the diligently-sharpened blade back into it's sheath, he strapped the almost arm-length weapon to his back, and continued on his way, having sustained no lasting marks from his short fight besides the sergal blood which had dyed his claws and fingers a shade of red, soon washed away in the cool waves of the shore. After doing so, he walked into the forest of tallk trees enough to find one with branches suitable enough to rest within, away from the pests and dangers of the night.
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*He turns a bit*
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Zaida only thought what the tribes were doing a bit worried if they would come after her. She tossed and turned unable to sleep and sighed closing her eyes trying to block the bad memories.
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"whats wrong?"
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She flinched hearing the deer. "I don't want to be hunted..." She sighed.
The general came back to the tribe. "Forgive me, they have escaped great wise alpha leader"
The tribe leader finally stood from his throne standing over the sergals. "We must please the gods..." He said calmly. "They will curse our tribe... Find them or I'll be taking you one by one..." He hissed.
The leader yelled at the tribes in their ancient language. (Gtg to bed, camping tomorrow. G,night)
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Galen came to wonder if a bipedal deer eating a wild deer could count as cannibalism, before suddenly realizing he had eaten very little prior to gutting of the northern sergal. "Well, in the morning I should find something of value to eat which does not know a spoken language. But for now... rest." he thought, drifting to dream of his treasured, if not truly glorious, destination.
Post Merge: March 28, 2015, 08:01:52 PM
As the sun rose slowly over the coastal landscape, he made his way deeper into the bushes in hope of finding game worth hunting. Although his search was reaching its third hour with no sight of another animal, he heard a distant rustle, followed by a glimpse of brown moving through the forest. Following the animal, soon seen to be a deer, he nocked an arrow and released it with the hushed strum of a bowstring, and the creature was wounded, but not yet dead. Rushing forward, he quickly ended the deer's panicked struggles with a clean motion of his dagger, and set to producing a fire from the flint in his pack, careful to use only the driest woods to prevent detection from a column of smoke, which might emanate from a fire of green or moist branches. Some time later, with a fire crackling in the midst of a clearing and venison hung above it, he sat taking inventory of his posessions, which included a map, which did not include this region, and was devoid of any information as to his current location.
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(Please don't post guys, I'll be camping for a few days and won't be able to post or go on the forum so I don't wanna miss out, I'll post when I'm back)
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And then this thread effectively died and everybody left.
The end.
My first RP. Nice.