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Post by Elladan on Apr 6, 2005 14:24:52 GMT -5
"Yes, we'll follow," he replied, still earching around the fragrant terrain. He traveled about in a peculiar, sort of crouched hunting position, low to the ground as to spot anything of interest. Soon he retired, though, and stood upright, walking over to the others.
"'A coin." he said vaguely, eyes focusing on the grimy surface as his hands turned it over, studying the engraved sides. "Of Dunhearth long ago. Its been sitting here for quite a while, too. I wonder what else is down here."
He left his new companion to answer the shift question, though he already knew it himself.
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Post by Arwen on Apr 7, 2005 7:57:58 GMT -5
"Ah... Yes, it is."
It was not hard to tell what was on this fellow's mind, and she could easily see why. Not that it really mattered at the moment. However...
"To shift without the natural born ability would be quite a feat, Kenaz, I apologize... If I could teach you, I would do my best to try, or find someone that could, but I know of none personally that are not Anors and can shift. No..." She trailed, but her voice came as a cross between a bark and a squawk when she suddenly called for the hermit in question. "Castil? Do you know of any?"
She was down from the pipe she had perched upon, talons scratching on the ground before her beak brought up another rusty old coin. The talons took it from there, and she rose into the air, seeking a perch on Castil's shoulder or arm in order to gift to him the coin she had found herself.
Perhaps an odd show, but it was just as natural to be a bird as it was to be a human, and the muck wasn't quite as uncomfortable on feathers and scaley legs as it was on cloth-- one plus of having her shift down here.
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Post by Kenaz on Apr 7, 2005 8:21:15 GMT -5
He sighs softly, the noise warped by his twisted frame and ending in an almost feral hissing noise, like sand sliding across rock. Nodding his deformed head slowly in understanding he tilts it slightly at the confirmation of the coin found in the muck. He did not really notice it there before, primarily because he did not care for currency as he had no use for it.
"Yes... Coins down here, shiny gold and silvers and coppers used by the Upworlders. Lost by travelers or thrown for reasons that escape me. Perhaps the coins angered them."
He talks somewhat at a monotone, not really caring for the currencies of others, having no use for a currency of his own. The words she spoke still rang freshly in his mind, no-one they knew would be able to help him. All hope was vanquished in his mind, destroyed like his original form was many years back. Suddenly snapping out of the almost trancelike melencholy he was stuck in, he blinks a few times and shakes his head, the globe of light still floating lazily above thier heads, as if waiting for command or watching them all nosily.
"You mentioned wishing away from this place?"
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Post by Elladan on Apr 7, 2005 10:10:46 GMT -5
Castil took the coin gently into his fingers and examined it as well, groping the surface and its tiny embellishments.
"Ironically, I do, or did, but I know nothing of her whereabouts. She was orphaned long ago, and since I last saw her ten years have past. Her name was Ellenya, and she could shift into a cat, her favorite pet, as a six year old would naturally adore..."
He looked up to Cala, perched delicately upon his shoulder, then turned back to Kenaz, " Please" he replied.
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Post by Arwen on Apr 7, 2005 11:29:59 GMT -5
"Indeed," hawk-Cala murmered nasally, nodding, then shaking her head quickly in response to the oddly shifted once-human fellow, remaining perched on Castil's shoulder, carefully keeping her talons out of his flesh as there was little protection between those deadly sharp claws and his flesh. And she was a small bird, so she did not worry about discomforting him, though if she did, and he spoke of it, she would gladly remove herself.
"Only one, aye? Yes, they are very rare, but a young girl? This is not a studied spell in her case, but a natural ability, is it not? Only... not exactly in the blood."
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Post by Elladan on Apr 7, 2005 12:07:38 GMT -5
"There again, she was six, and average Anorians cannot shift until maturity. I know nothing of her lineage, though," he mumbled, hiding a bit of essential information as to avoid constant pleading. He glanced over at the shrap talons warily, not seeming to mind her perch, but afraid she'd punish him.
"Have you any food?" he interrogated, though he was almost afraid to ask. He hadn't eaten for the past two days, and was hunting down prey just before Koen knocked him out.
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Post by Kenaz on Apr 13, 2005 11:13:18 GMT -5
He keeps a still-wary distance from them, the ball of light hovering almost lazily above his head, slightly behind him to not hurt his eyes or damage his night-vision too badly. His eyes flit from humanoid to the bird-humanoid as thier conversation rallies back and forth, not wanting to butt in with either of them in case he interrupt some important information he wanted to know. As they appear to finish, he tilts his head slightly at the question.
"Sadly no... There is little food here. At least, nothing you would be able to stomach."
His answer comes briefly and almost apologetically, a strange body movement following the words which you assume is the closest to a shrug the creature can get. Thinking for a few seconds, he mentally maps out the closest route out of the sewers. Closing his eyes he raises his arms slightly akwardly to the globe floating above his head, changing it slightly. It moves slowly towards the others and then makes a slow pace back towards Kenaz, a slight magical programming.
"This globe will follow me, I shall be ahead making sure it is safe and able to be travelled by you both. Call if you need me."
He speaks relatively quickly, backing up slowly as he speaks and turning at the end of his last sentence, dropping on to all fours with almost a small sigh of relief, being much comfortable in that position. With a strange grace he leaps fowards into the blackness of the sewers, moving with a practiced and impressive speed with a strange scrabbling, leaping gait. As programmed, the globe follows him, keeping at the pace of the two others.
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Post by Arwen on Apr 17, 2005 6:10:20 GMT -5
"Err... Thank you?"
The words were slightly hesitant again, almost as if she did not quite know what to say, but sincere all the same.
While the ever so slightly whistle/rasped words fell from her sharp beak though, one talon was tapping idly at Castil's shoulder. There was something not quite right about his answer, something about the way he had mumbled it out, and now gazed carefully at her claws. Hmm... Guiltily, or curiously?
Well, seeing as this female did not quite take into notion two things at a time, she leaned down from the position she had taken, sitting straight upward, chestfeathers showing proudly as any bird, and stuck her head right in his face. Quietly she mummered the next words, eye unblinking.
"Are you sure that what you say is true, Castil Crent?"
Not that it was some type of unforgiveable sin, but Cala of all people did not enjoy being lied to. And, perched on a lying man's shoulder was not the best place to be. If it were a must, she would fly, or walk on the otherside of the sewers even. But oh, ho...
She continued tapping that talon idly, none any tighter on his unprotected shoulder--well, she didn't want to hurt him, now did she?
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Post by Elladan on Apr 17, 2005 15:03:57 GMT -5
"There's no question in its validity." he replied, watching the creaure disappear into the abyss, cringing slightly in the stagnant air. True, he hadn't lied, only avoided. He shrugged indifferently as the rhythmic tapping continued upon his shoulder, though his eyes widened still at the talons gently scratching.
Well, at least he wasn't alone in the stingy tomb, that was something slightly comforting. Perhaps he would loosen up on the way, but for now he kept his silence, for his past was his own and there was nothing he could do to help anything by telling them of it. Besides, both were strangers, and he lived alone,interacting only on occasion. You weren't supposed to know the pasts' of hermits.
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