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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 24, 2018 19:45:44 GMT -8
The Fantastical Menagerie
Travelers walking down a certain, popular road might notice a massive tent set up a little ways off the path and hear booming bellows and ferocious roars from within. The top of the tent itself stands high up above the treetops, and seems to cover enough land to contain an entire farm. The doorway to the tent stands open, inviting any curious traveler to peek their head inside.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 24, 2018 20:11:10 GMT -8
Amaya sighed softly as she strolled along the road, tired and worst of all, bored. She did not scent any strife as of yet on the breeze, which was odd, but knowing humanity, it only meant she needed to walk a bit further. When her keen ears picked up the booming bellows from the brightly blossoming tent just a bit away, it gave her pause. She remembered her mother causally mentioning these places of horrors and oddities, a circus she had called it. She'd never come across one as of yet in her journey. With no place better to go, why not stop at one of humanities pass times?
She pulled up her hood to conceal her horns carefully before she approached the tent, ears perked and senses open to see what this curious display had to offer her.
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Qin Feng
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Player's online availability : More than I Should be
Registered: Jun 17, 2018 17:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Qin Feng on Jun 24, 2018 20:26:31 GMT -8
Qin Feng walked down the road briskly, eyes focused onto the distance. Suddenly, he stopped and winced as the clamoring and cries of what seemed to both common and exotic animals filled. He turned and noticed a gigantic tent some distance away, sticking out from the landscape like a red and white striped thumb.
The sounds filled Qin with a sense of nostalgia, reminding him of the many animals in the garden of his childhood home, a happy memory from before he had been forced to leave.
Perhaps he could make a little detour.
He began to head away from his intended destination and towards the tent, pulling out a notebook and a pen. After all, there was no rush, and he could always chalk this up to information gathering, as long as he did write down some notes.
Man, he loved loopholes.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 24, 2018 21:01:31 GMT -8
As Amaya and Qin stepped towards the tent, immediately found their noses assaulted by the smell of many animals packed into a confined area, with a faint hint of roasting peanuts drifting on top. An earsplitting screech rang out, likely from some manner of bird, which immediately set off another eruption of roars and howls from within. Once they stepped through the doorway and onto the sawdust-covered ground within, they were met by a red-haired woman leaning heavily against a small wooden counter and picking idly at a small basket of peanuts. She looked up at the newcomers, staring at them through glassy, heavy-lidded eyes, popping a peanut into her mouth and chewing lazily before speaking. "Hello. Welcome to Darling's Menagerie. Would you two like to take a look? A silver piece to see all the ferocious beasts and marvelous creatures that my father has collected on his travels. Two copper coins for peanuts to toss to the animals. Or you could eat them, I guess." She crunched another peanut, drumming her fingers idly against the countertop.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 24, 2018 21:18:20 GMT -8
Amaya was alert, even a bit tense from the cries from inside the tent. Never before had she heard such manner of beasts. It reminded her of the precious few moments she had spent below in her father's company. She glanced over at the human at her side and carefully adjusted her hood to make sure he did not see her horns. She simply had to see what was going on inside the curious structure though.
She hummed as she reached for her purse and looked through it, clicking her tongue in frustration after a moment looking at the girl. "My apologies. I only seem to have gold pieces on me. How many would suffice?" Amaya still wasn't that well versed in the human concept of money, mostly as it had never really caused her problems before.
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Qin Feng
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Player's online availability : More than I Should be
Registered: Jun 17, 2018 17:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Qin Feng on Jun 25, 2018 9:18:38 GMT -8
Qin glanced at the other person inside the tent. She was about a head taller than him, and radiated magical aura. He wasnt too sure what she was, but it didn't matter. He wasn't here to see people.
He turned towards the woman leaning against the counter, wondering if there were any other people hidden further inside. Probably not many, judging by the weariness evident on the woman's face.
Qin smirked slyly, reached into his pouch and flicked something into the air.
"So, if bronze allows me throw peanuts"--the items spun in the air lazily, glinting of the dim light inside the tent--"and silver lets me see all the animals"--he grabbed the shiny object out of the air--"then what does solid gold get me?", he said, revealing a gold coin in his palm.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 25, 2018 19:18:35 GMT -8
The woman stared at the odd pair, crunching on her peanuts for a moment as she considered the pair. She scanned between the two of them, like a bored cat watching an owner's best attempts to coax them with a piece of ribbon. After a moment, she spoke once more.
"Two strangers, arriving at once and paying in gold...sounds like the start to a prophecy, doesn't it? No prophecies to be found here, though...only muck and sawdust. Still, gold will do fine as payment. For a single gold piece each...I guess you're entitled to admission and an exclusive tour. And peanuts."
She held out her hand to collect the gold coins, which vanished into a hidden pocket. Sighing heavily, she stepped away from her counter and poked her head past the curtain into the depths of the tent.
"Father! We've got a pair of visitors. They'd like a tour of the place, if you please."
Rummaging behind the counter, she produced two small wicker baskets full of roasted peanuts, which she handed to each of the two customers. No sooner did their hands touch the baskets than a wrinkled, grey-haired man burst through the curtain, one spindly hand holding his hat to his head to avoid it falling off in his hurry. He beamed at the pair through an unkempt, steely-grey beard adorned with assorted beads and braids. He wore a long brown overcoat, heavily stained and on fire on the left sleeve. Noticing the small blaze, he patted it out before turning back to his customers.
"Hello, visitors! Customers! Guests! Friends! Welcome to Darling's Menagerie. I'm Jonathan Darling, and I see you've already met Lynne. I take it you're interested in seeing my wondrous collection of exotic beasts that I've gathered throughout my travels? Well, if so...you're in for a treat! I have creatures that nobody here can even imagine, oddities from lands far and wide. Have you ever seen an Ukuluk, mighty steed of the Goborian Riders from the icy northern tundras of Ik'ali? Or a beautiful Floovi Bird, famed for its iridescent feathers and elaborate mating displays? Or maybe even a Mihiki, fabled by the Cthuli Tribes of the Yarmin Jungles for stealing babies and snatching women? I'll bet you haven't. Come inside, and prepare to be amazed!"
Indeed, none of the places or creatures he mentioned would sound even slightly familiar to either one of the newcomers, no matter how worldly or well-educated they happened to be. He stepped past his daughter and pulled the curtain aside with a dramatic sweep of his arm, revealing the inside of the tent. It was lit by thousands of flickering lights that buzzed and twirled up above in the canopy, and was filled with rows upon rows of cages, some as large as a cottage and others smaller than a tankard of ale. Each one contained one or more creatures, each more unique than the last. They bellowed and roared, stomped and squawked. Not a single one would be familiar to either Amaya or Qin, although Mr. Darling seemed to know each one personally. He stepped up to the first cage, about the size of a child's crib. Inside, an apple-sized orange blob sat in the center, glistening slimily in the firefly's light. Mr. Darling plucked a sliver of meat from a pouch on his belt, tossing it into the cage. The blob extended a squishy tendril towards the meat, which sizzled and dissolved upon contact. Moments later, the meat was gone, and the blob looked ever-so-slightly bigger.
"Marvelous, isn't it? It's like a jellyfish, but on land! I've decided to name it...a jellybeast. I cut this one off of a much larger one some years back, in a dark cave on the Island of Hemo. Interesting place, Hemo. I've got quite a few specimens from there...as I'm sure you'll see. Come come, we've got much more interesting things to see!"
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 25, 2018 19:37:28 GMT -8
Amaya cocked a brow as she took in the curious little blob of a beast moving closer to inspect the creature. "I truly have never encountered something like this in my travels..." She murmured as she stared down the creature with curious golden eyes. She moved away after a moment picking up a peanut to try and work it open, only to clumsily flatten it between her fingers. She hid the dust back into the basket before turning back to the ring leader.
"These creatures that live here... They have decided to live and travel with you then? Can you speak with them? How do you care for them all with just you and your daughter?" She asked curiously, bubbling with questions. Humans were so fascinating at times. Was it due to her blood she couldn't communicate with these animals then?
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Qin Feng
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Player's online availability : More than I Should be
Registered: Jun 17, 2018 17:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Qin Feng on Jun 25, 2018 20:12:25 GMT -8
Qin slung the basket on his arm like a purse, followed the old man inside, and took in the scene behind the curtain. For as far as the eye could see were cages and tanks filled with animals completely foreign to him. The cacophony of yells, screams, screeches, and howls reminded him of a poorly coordinated band, where each individual animal tried to outdo the one next to it.
Although he wished to get a much closer look at the many specimens, Qin kept his distance, in case one got hungry and thought he looked like a snack.
He began to scribble furiously in his notebook, trying to sketch the many beasts he saw in the flickering lights and jot down as much about each one as he could. Occasionally, he threw some peanuts near any particularly exotic looking creature and noted its reaction. He had never seen any of the many animals inside the tent before, much less heard about where they originated, and learning about them now could save him in the future if he ever encountered a similar one.
As the older Darling moved farther into the tent, Qin grabbed a peanut from the basket and popped it into his own mouth, chewing absentmindedly, before heading after the man who seemed to run the place.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 30, 2018 22:51:11 GMT -8
Mr. Darling chuckled at Amaya's question, as though she were a child who'd just asked when her cat would grow up into a dog. He led the pair away to a much larger cage, where a 6-legged fur-covered beast sat and chewed on what looked like a goat's leg. Upon their approach, it ran to the wall of the cage and stuck its tongue out through the bars, a long bluish-black snake that extended almost seven feet out towards the group. From this angle, they could see that the creature seemed to have no eyes, with only light grey fur covering its face.
"Willingly? Oh no, my dear miss. I have collected these creatures with great difficulty and immense personal expense. Have you any idea how many sugar sweets I had to bribe the natives with before they'd help me capture this Aronian Hoglin? They were quite frightened of it, I'll have you know. Very ferocious. Lost a couple porters to that tongue right there, but it was all worth it in the end, wouldn't you agree? I've got a scar from it, but it's not one to show in polite company. Especially not with a lady about."
He winked at Amaya, plucking a peanut from her basket and cracking the shell open with a deft pinch. He handed her the now-opened peanut before walking up and poking the creature's tongue gently. It licked his hand, a far cry from the ferocity it had apparently displayed in the past.
"It's not just me and my daughter here, my wife is somewhere around here as well. Still, it is quite a bit of work. I've got quite a collection of notes on all of these, so that I remember what to feed them and how to prevent them from eating me. It's gotten quite ludicrous, but I don't mind. I enjoy writing. I'm working on a book, perhaps you'd like to read it? The Adventures of Johnny Darling...just a little pet project."
All of a sudden, a very human-like scream erupted from the other side of the tent, somewhere in the maze of cages. It was followed by a loud crash, as well as a series of barks. Mr. Darling looked over, frowning.
"Sounds like one of the...uh...Tortoiseshell Chorus Birds has gotten out. I'll have to go put it back. Uh, in the meantime, my daughter can lead your tour. LYNNE!"
He hurried off into the sea of cages, and the red-haired woman from the front desk stepped out from behind a bale of hay. Had she been there the entire time? She sighed, waving her hand vaguely at the array of unusual creatures.
"Does he want me to give the tour now? Ugh...I see you've met our hoglin. Father says that when he caught it, it was the size of a sheep...I guess we've been feeding it well."
She tossed a peanut to the bear-sized beast. The tongue lashed out with blinding speed, snapping the nut out of the air in an instant. The creature let out a soft snort, and Lynne reached through the bars to pet its long snout.
"So, is there anything you two would like to see in particular? Soft things, ferocious things, pretty things? We've got all sorts."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jul 1, 2018 14:16:35 GMT -8
Amaya's face had fallen as she listened to Darling's explanation, her eyes falling down to the opened nut in her hands. To have these creatures confined here, this was like... a prison was it not? That certainly did not sit well with the young woman and she turned to Lynne, crushing the nut in her hand into powder again that sifted through her knuckles.
"I'm sorry, I... don't believe I understood your father's meaning. If these creatures are not here by choice.... Why do you have them here in these cages? Are they ill? Or were they causing some damage to the places where they originate from? It just... I am quite confused. No living creature should be forced to be confined against their will. Is that not against human sentiment and nature?" She asked looking baffled as she turned to the other stranger, golden eyes searching his face as she addressed him.
"Is this not...wrong?" She asked again searching for an answer.
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Qin Feng
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Player's online availability : More than I Should be
Registered: Jun 17, 2018 17:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Qin Feng on Jul 2, 2018 19:45:51 GMT -8
Qin glanced into Amaya’s eyes, full of sadness and questions, and shrugged. “People want to see exotic things, and they’ll pay good coin to see them. Usually, the animals are supposed to be in habitats similar to their naturals ones, but not everyone has the money nor manpower nor the inclination to do that.”
Turning back to face the……...whatever Amaya was, Qin used to hands to gesture around the tent. “ Plus, I’m not sure how many people are here, but it surely isn't enough to correctly manage this many animals. So it probably falls in that moral grey area, where pretty much everything does.”
Suddenly, he lowered his voice to almost a whisper, inaudible to everyone but Amaya. “Just between you and me, I’d be careful. Might be monsters here, and I’m not talking about the animals.” His voice quickly returned to its normal pitch. “But so far, I think personally it's been a fantastic experience, and the Darlings have been great hosts.”
He closed his eyes, letting his memories flood over him and take him back. Back to when he was just a child, watching the animals outside from a window in his room. To when his father had held Qin in his lap, pointing at each one and telling him the names, while his mother chuckled and patted his head each time he asked a question about the animals. Back to when he was truly happy, when his parents still had high hopes in him.
Lynne’s voice broke Qin out of his nostalgic haze and back to reality.
“Oh, uh, do you have anything tiger-like? When I was a child I had always been fascinated by the 2 tigers my family owned that prowled in the gardens, but my parents never allowed me to view them up close until I was older. When I had come back for the first time, the tigers had already died of old age, and it would tickle my fancy if you could somehow itch that scratch I’ve had for many years.”
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 7, 2018 14:29:32 GMT -8
Lynne chuckled at Amaya's questions, turning away from the long-nosed creature. It let out a disappointed snuffle as she stopped petting it, but she ignored it.
"Well well well, aren't you cute. If you think that's human nature, I guess you don't really have a very good grasp of the concept. People love to be amused, shocked, and entertained. We provide that service, with these here animals. We take good care of them, and they live longer and safer lives than they would in the wild. Out there, they have to find food and worry about being eaten. In here, we feed them regularly and keep them away from predators. Not a bad tradeoff, don't you think?"
She stepped over to Amaya, gazing curiously at her horns. She seemed to be appraising the blue-haired woman, sizing her up.
"Is it wrong? I don't think so. But if it is...well, you know what? I don't care. It puts food on the table for us. We've all got to make sacrifices sometimes, you know. How is this any different from keeping cows for milk, or riding horses? Compared to farm animals, our creatures are pampered."
Turning to Qin, she considered his request for a moment before speaking.
"Something like a tiger...well, I suppose we've got something or other like that. And I'm glad that you like the tour so far. It's a good thing that father didn't bore you to death talking about that book of his...'The Adventures of Johnny Darling'. He's always going on and on about it, never wants to talk about anything else...anyways, follow me this way."
Taking a complex and confusing path through the maze of cages, she led them to a large cage with a pile of wooden crates sitting inside. A massive red-and-black striped lizard lounged on the crates, fifteen feet long with a wickedly sharp collection of spikes at the end of its tail. A single eye stared at the trio, following them as they approached and circled the cage. Lynne walked up to the bars and the lizard opened its mouth, revealing a cluster of needle-like teeth. A thick black fluid dripped from the tips of the needles, sizzling as they hit the bottom of the cage.
"This is our U'hurak-alun. Its name means 'that-which-causes-madness'. It's said that its bite inflicts so much pain that there are reports of people throwing themselves into bonfires to alleviate their suffering. Uh, it's kind of like a tiger, I guess. It has stripes."
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jul 7, 2018 18:46:26 GMT -8
Amaya's stomach churned as she stared after the young redhead, unrest settling in her heart. Outside, as if in answer to her turmoil, the winds picked up and far above the heads of the Darlings and Feng, dark storm clouds gathered ominously above.
Feeling like lead had overtaken her veins that were already filled with blood thicker than any human could comprehend, did Amaya force herself to follow along with the other humans. It did not make sense. None of it did. Humans were supposed to be good. Demons were evil. She chose humans, to live among them, to learn from them because she wanted to be good.
But humans… Humans also did things like this. They kept innocent creatures trapped in tiny cages for amusement. They broke them of their free spirits to use to gain wealth. Not just that though. She had seen much worse of what humans were capable of. Things her mother never warned her about. Humans killed each other, without mercy, out of greed, out of lust, or merely over some words exchanged drunkenly. Was that not what demons did?
She swallowed thickly as she looked at yet another great beast trapped behind the bars that humanity set before them. Had she been wrong? Had her mother been wrong with what she had told her? And even more concerning… Where did this people draw the line on what they would use to amuse the masses? She saw how the girl had looked at her. How she had noticed her demonic traits with interest.
Would they throw her in a cage if they knew the blood that coursed through her veins was otherworldly?
Amaya listened dimly to what Lynne said and what Feng may have said in response as she walked past them to the cage, staring down the beast inside with a dejected sense of pity as she reached out to touch the Lizard-like creature through the bars. She almost motioned to pet it, uncaring of the venom that dropped on her arm, searing away at her armor and the skin below. Her golden eyes sparked in time with a crack of thunder above them as she looked at the beast, asserting her dominance. “Come.”
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Qin Feng
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Player's online availability : More than I Should be
Registered: Jun 17, 2018 17:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Qin Feng on Jul 13, 2018 21:27:59 GMT -8
The U'hurak-alun was not exactly the tiger Qin had wanted, but it was close enough. Watching with morbid curiosity as the fluid sizzled on the metal cage below, his mind began to race with the possible uses of the liquid. An arrow coated with the liquid could spell the end of anyone that was pierced, a perfect trump card. He made sure to note that in his notebook, as the counsel would surely be pleased to find a new biological weapon. And then they would give him tons of gold coins and he could go lay around for a while, eating and drinking as much as he wanted.
Qin shook himself out of his daydream, then turned to Lynne, curiosity shining in his eyes. “So, is there anyway I could get a sample of the fluid from the U’harak-alun? Just for scientific purposes or what not. Nothing malicious.”
Although he was focused mostly on the girl, he kept the stranger in the corner of his eye, watching cautiously. He was not sure why exactly the stranger was so close to the cage, but he silently checked that his bow and arrows were positioned correctly. Just in case.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 21, 2018 21:50:17 GMT -8
As Amaya stepped forward towards the cage, Lynne moved to stop her. However, something about the way Amaya was walking made her hesitate. The horned woman moved with such purpose that Lynne suddenly thought it a very poor idea indeed to try and prevent her from doing whatever she pleased. The only opposition she offered was a rather subdued "You probably shouldn't do that..." before falling silent. She watched nervously, fidgeting and glancing between the beast and the woman. Her father was nowhere to be seen, lost among the endless maze of cages. For a moment, she considered calling out to him, but thought better of it. Whatever this crazy horned woman was going to do would be her own fault, and Lynne would have no part in it. When Qin asked about getting a sample of the poison, she shook her head.
"Oh no, father would never allow that. These animals are his prized collection, and he'd never let any sort of researcher take anything. At least, not until his own research is published in that book of his."
The beast gave Amaya a glassy stare, affixing her with its dull black eyes. It looked exhausted, and every inch of its body seemed to droop. However, at her command, it stepped forward. As she reached through the bars, it bent its head down to her in a clear sign of submission. The venom would drip from its mouth, burning away at the armor and sizzling on the floor. Lynne watched, amazed at Amaya's apparent sway over the beast.
"How did you do that? That thing can't be tamed. It's impossible, there's no way! Not that one, it's far too mean...father said we'd never be able to do it."
In her shock, she didn't seem to notice the rumble of thunder up above, nor the shining light in Amaya's eyes.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jul 22, 2018 13:47:51 GMT -8
Amaya's teeth set as she reached around and gently stroked the beasts head, righteous anger igniting in her chest as she saw the broken look in the creatures eyes.
"It's because we both know the feeling of being caught in a cage. And despite having been broken by you lot, the beast knows still to listen to those with inherent strength." She said as she gently stroked the beasts head again kneeling to look the beast in the eye, pulling it's head down to focus on her. Her earlier brightness and easygoing attitude had vanished completely, replaced by a chilly, dangerous calm.
She looked at the beast and ignoring whatever the humans might be saying she addressed the beast directly. "Can you still be free? Or has your spirit of the wild left you? Answer me truthfully." She said her eyes focused on the beast waiting for it's response in it's eyes.
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Qin Feng
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Player's online availability : More than I Should be
Registered: Jun 17, 2018 17:18:41 GMT -8
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Post by Qin Feng on Jul 23, 2018 19:37:17 GMT -8
Well that was a disappointment. Qin wouldn't be able to get even a small sample of the saliva to bring back. All those fantastic ideas gone in a poof. Well, at least he could keep making notes of what he had seen.
A crack of thunder pulled him out of his thoughts, and he noticed Lynne staring at the stranger, who was now stroking the horned lizard and speaking about inherent strength in a very cold, chilly tone. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his head stood up.
Qin almost instinctively readied his bow and quiver instantly, a motion so practiced and so drilled in it did not even register in his mind. He was not sure what exactly the stranger was saying to the lizard, but he was prepared. Unfortunately, as he had no magical ability, he couldn’t feel Fan Mou, his bow, awaken, but Qin somehow knew it was ready, no matter what happened next.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Aug 4, 2018 14:29:31 GMT -8
The beast slowly lowered its head towards Amaya, snorting softly. It stared at her, falling silent aside from the sharp sizzle of its venom as it scorched the floor. Somewhere in its dull, glazed eyes, Amaya would be able to pick up the faintest glimmer of intelligence, a mere hint of the fiery spirit of a wild animal. Still, it was there, despite being suppressed by years of imprisonment. It snarled at her touch, but didn't resist. However, the sound caused Lynne to jump, and she quickly hurried to Amaya's side. Grasping the horned woman's shoulder, she pulled her back, trying to get her away from the cage.
"Miss, please don't do that! It really isn't safe, and you're upsetting the creature. Who knows what could happen if you get it mad? Come on, there's much more to see. Let's go look at something else. Perhaps you'd like the Carol Birds from the Conservatory of Avia. They're quite sweet, and very pleasant to listen to. Come along now, let's leave this thing be..."
Meanwhile, the tense Qin would feel a soft tap on his left ankle. Looking down, he'd see a large orange-and-purple spotted frog staring up at him, bumping its nose against his ankle. It opened its mouth and croaked, revealing a disturbingly human tongue. Every now and then, it would glance over towards Lynne, who hadn't noticed it yet.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Aug 4, 2018 14:48:54 GMT -8
Amaya was immovable as Lynne tried to pull her away from the creature. Her eyes focused on the beast as her left hand, the one not resting against the beast gripped the bars that kept the beast inside. There was a creak and whine of the metal, before it gave way under her hand, flattening.
"You will probably want to step away from here. But I won't persuade you to run from your penance." She said as she removed her right hand from the beast, gripping the other bars with a crushing grip. She took a step back before she started pulling on the bars and with inhuman strength. She started to warp the metal, the entire cage creaking and groaning as she worked to yank the front off the cage to set the beast free. She had seen all she needed from the beast. If it still had the desire to run free, she would release it. No living creature deserved to be held against their will. She would release them all and set things right once more.
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