Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143 
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 20, 2016 23:27:47 GMT -8
There were many roads leading away from the bustling port city of Bayonne. This one just happens to be exceptionally creepy. Rumor has it that the forest this road runs through is haunted. But no one knows for sure, as the people who go in there usually tend to not come back. Weird, huh?
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 20, 2016 23:32:47 GMT -8
In hindsight, Feru really wished she'd brought Tinker with her. Not that she was scared, or anything like that: This damn forest just gave her the heebie-jeebies. Even though she couldn't hear or smell anyone, it sure felt like she was being watched. The furry ears atop her head were constantly swiveling in every direction, listening for any evidence that she was being followed. Of course, all she heard was the wind in the bare branches and random critters skittering through the dead leaves that littered the ground. The air smelled of decay, earth, and old wood.
"Nyeh. This job better be worth it, or I'm gonna be really pissed." The words, muttered to herself, sounded far too loud in this eerie environment. A stick cracked in the woods, and she jumped, whipping Meatwhacker off of her shoulder and pointing it toward the tree trunks and the mist that hovered between them as her tail fluffed. A low, feline growl rumbled in her throat. This was ridiculous! Feru din Narith did not believe in ghost stories, yet here she was, jumping at sounds like a kitten - or worse, like some pitiful human kid! Pah. She had to get out of there before she screamed and ran like some pathetic woman.
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 20, 2016 23:48:24 GMT -8
Syros had never been exposed to stories of ghosts, ghouls or creepily haunted woods and as such, rather than fearing the supernatural in the back of every thought, he found the quiet forest road rather serene. The limited light, the winding gnarled trees and the leaf-and-twig covered ground made for a certainly unique visual experience, yet it was the auditory calm of his surroundings that he loved the most. There was barely a sound to be heard; not an animal, not a scape or scratch or other unexplained noise; just his own footsteps pressing upon the ground, the wind through the trees and... What was that?
With skin near half as pale as his white hair, Syros turned around a trunk and found himself face-to-face with a cat-eared woman he hadn't noticed was even there.
"Ah, sorry. I thought I was alone."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 0:00:32 GMT -8
Preoccupied as she was, and with her back to the male, Feru didn't realize he was there until he spoke. The reaction was instantaneous: Her jade eyes shot wide, her tail fluffed up to about three times its normal size, and she jumped straight up into the air with a decidedly feline screech of fear. "RRRROWROWRRRR!" Whipping around with Meatwhacker poised over her head to strike, she only just stopped herself from bringing the over-sized blade down on top of him.
Vaulting backward a few feet, she staggered before bracing herself, the blade held up before her at a slight angle while she gasped for breath. Ears laid back and tail still fluffed, she glared at the white-haired man. "Fuck on a stick, guy! You can't just sneak up on people like that! What are you even doin', sneakin' around these creepy ass woods?!" Color rose in her lightly-tanned cheeks, a testament to the fact that she was almost as embarrassed as she was angry. Feru hated being startled like that! ..Though as her anger was starting to fade, she found herself surveying him appreciatively. Not bad.. not bad at all...
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 0:06:55 GMT -8
Syros was equally startled by her reaction, with the man quickly stepping back as though expecting her to attack him. However, the blow never came and she retreated into a more defensive stance. Syros, who had himself entered one, soon relaxed when he realized that it was simply a misunderstanding and let his arms fall down by his side.
".. Fuck on a stick? I don't understand what you mean. What is a creepy ass? I was merely walking through these woods, though I'm not completely sure where I'm going. Travelling, I suppose."
He blinked at her, clearly ignorant of her vocabulary. Still, she seemed tense and he wanted to defuse the situation further, so he reached into a small pack he had and pulled from it an apple. He held it out, then moved closer to offer it to her.
"Are you hungry? I have some food."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 0:23:07 GMT -8
Feru blinked once, twice, thrice, then slowly lowered her sword. Then she turned it completely, plunging the first few inches into the road as she peered at him. Sure, her colloquialisms were sometimes nigh-on-incomprehensible, but this guy just seemed to have no idea what she was saying. Almost like Tinker. But taller, and much more attractive. Her ears finally raised from their position atop her head, and swiveled forward, as her tail flattened down (mostly) and began to swish thoughtfully behind her. "Hn. You're not from around here either, I'm guessin'."
When he reached toward his pack, she tensed again, prepared to grab her sword and defend if need be. But when he pulled out an apple, she seemed surprised.. then she chuckled, an odd sound that seemed tinged with a slight purring rumble. "Err, thanks, but I'll pass." Raising her chin slightly, she sniffed curiously in his direction, then tilted her head. "So you're just wanderin', huh? What's your name?"
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 0:30:10 GMT -8
"My name is Syros and yes, I'm wandering. I have no particular destination right now, I just know to keep moving until eventually I find whatever it is that I don't know I'm looking for."
He brought his arm back and up towards his mouth, where he took a large, crunchy bite out of his apple and watched Feru's strange animal features move. Feline ears? A tail? And she had clearly screamed like one when he had earlier surprised her. How unusual, he thought, eyes looking her up and down. He had no idea that such people existed, yet nor did he have knowledge of many of the things he had been encountering during the previous few weeks.
He took another bite, keeping his eyes on Feru.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 0:38:37 GMT -8
"Syros." She tried the name out for herself, tasting it as though it were a new flavor of milk. And in the end, she decided she liked it. Propping her arm against the crossguard of Meatwhacker, she leaned against the large blade as legs crossed at the ankle, a fanged grin claiming her features. "Nice to meetcha. I'm Feru." Once again did her eyes drag the length of him, from head to toe and back again. Very slowly. And very intently. Like she was peeling each piece of clothing off of him one by one. Clearly she liked what her mind was conjuring.
"I do that a lot, too. Just keep walkin' till somethin' good drops in your lap. Speakin' of things droppin' into laps, mind if I drop in yours? Clothes are optional and not at all preferred." She waggled her ears playfully at him, a brow arched as she uttered a soft, teasing noise that was somewhere between a growl and a purr. Was she.. joking? Knowing Feru, probably not. Then again, she wasn't exactly keen on jumping his bones.. at least not in this forest. Maybe if she could lure him back to Bayonne and to their newly-acquired HQ...
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 0:46:21 GMT -8
Syros kept eating his apple, taking bite after bite, then swallowing, all the while watching Feru. He didn't seem to have the social graces to know it was impolite to stare, yet his expression was almost completely relaxed. Even when she essentially asked if she could have sex with him, he still had those piercing blue eyes that watched her with more innocent curiosity than lust and eyebrows that sat above his eyes without a hint of either lowering or raising to show her his reaction to her offer. However, his cheeks began to burn a bright red and he swallowed deeply - his apple, of course.
"Well.. If you need somewhere clean to sit, I could give you my shirt to lay over a log or large stone."
He tossed his apple core away. He had eaten it rather quickly and began to wipe juices from around his mouth.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 0:54:50 GMT -8
Those active ears abruptly froze, tilted in his direction, and Feru blinked, baffled. Had he just.. turned her down? Oh hell no. It was on, now. The chase had begun in earnest. "Well, I certainly won't object to you takin' your shirt off, but I ain't lookin' for a clean spot to sit." Maybe he was just objecting to the locale? Giving that some thought, Feru leaned away from Meatwhacker and hoisted the ridiculously large sword out of its spot, then slung it across her shoulder.
"But, I guess you're right. This place gives me the creeps. Not exactly an ideal spot for any fun." Just as she was trying to decide what to do, an idea occurred to her, and she sauntered up to him with a provocative sway to her hips. "Hey, since you're not doin' anythin' important, wanna come with me while I do this job? I'm a mercenary, ya see, and apparently this lord's got some jerk threatenin' 'im, so I've been sent out here to the armpit of the country to knock some sense into the guy. S'good pay, and an easy enough job."
That gaze turned lascivious as she walked past him, her tail reaching out to stroke along his arm. "..And maybe after that, you can come back to Bayonne with me. I've got these headquarters that are pretty damn sweet, if I say so m'self.. plenty of room for a wanderin' fella like yourself to get a hot meal, somethin' to drink, and.. bed down for a few nights." Specifically, in her bed, if she had anything to say about it. Feru was nothing if not determined.
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 1:36:21 GMT -8
Syros's obvious, furious blushing did not cease, especially with Feru being so open and forward with him. He had little experience with women and thus found himself unclear on how to react to her advances, for although he would have liked to return them, he had no idea what he had to do - or if it was the right thing to do.
"Well, I have no goal in mind right now and since you offered, I suppose I might as well accept yours and come along with you. I do not want to hurt an innocent man though, so I ask that we be careful and you make sure of your target's guilt. I have seen too much violence to willingly want more," came his reply, moving his arm from her brushing tail and turning to follow her.
Did she just invite him back to her home? To her bed? He gulped again.
"I.. Uhh. Thank you."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 11:28:12 GMT -8
Feru raised her free hand, waving away his concerns. "Nyeh. I don't make a habit of beatin' up people who don't deserve it. I'll make sure the guy's guilty as charged before layin' into 'im." Strutting along with tail swishing, one ear resumed swiveling about, listening to the sounds of the forest around them, while the other remained turned in his direction. Her gaze darted here and there, never settling on one thing for long.. even when it landed on Syros. Which was frequently.
"Where are ya from? Ya don't look like anyone I've ever met before. ..Well, except maybe the Fletchers, the hair's right but that's about it. Buncha crazy bastards, if ya ask me." Snorting at that, she fixed her attention ahead for a moment, muttering just loud enough to be heard. "And none of them are anywhere near as good-lookin' as you." With that comment, she slanted her gaze his way, and winked flirtatiously. His innocence was kinda cute. And that blushing! Oh, it made her ears tingle.
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 17:52:54 GMT -8
He followed closely, his eyes landing on her as frequently as hers did him. She was certainly a nice looking girl, cute, with all the right things in all the right places, but romance was something he had no idea how to participate in. Despite his interest, all he really knew how to do was walk alongside her and answer her questions with a slight hint of awkwardness to his voice.
"Where am I from?" He repeated her question, before pausing a moment to consider an answer. "I don't know. I just wake up sometimes, with voices in my head telling me what I have to do. This last time I fell from the sky and had to fight a dragon the size of a mountain, but despite the victory it escaped. I suppose that's why I'm still here; because it's still out there somewhere."
He gave a content smile suddenly, as though being able to walk through the world was a privilege he was grateful to have. "I went to sleep for a long time before this. The last time I was awake was... Before any of these modern cities or kingdoms existed. Titanic beasts roamed the world, some the size of cities themselves. My job was to destroy them so they would not threaten the people trying to live in these lands."
After his explanation, he looked at Feru again. "What about you?"
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 18:12:08 GMT -8
Both of Feru's brows shot upward in surprise, at that. Voices in his head? Mountain-sized dragon? Sleeping for countless years? "..That's a hell of a story." Was she saying she didn't believe it? Not at all. Feru had seen some shit in her time - she had no reason to doubt him at all. "So you're like some kind of ancient hero, who wakes up to save the world from disaster, or somethin'?" She pondered this notion, turning it around and about in her head, before finally grinning. "That's pretty damn amazin'. And to think, we just happened to stumble across each other. Ain't that coincidental?"
No. Feru did not believe in fate. She did, however, believe in Luck. And Luck clearly wanted her to drag him into an empty room and get to work. Sigh! She couldn't wait to get this job over with so she could haul him back to Bayonne with her. Having the question turned back on her, for the first time, Feru appeared slightly uncomfortable. "Me? I'm nothin' special. Grew up in a tiny town, father was a merchant, mom was a professional socialite. I hated the whole fuckin' mess. So I left. Got turned into a cat. Kept the ears and tail when I got turned back. Been a merc for 'bout ten years now." She shrugged. "Keeps me fed, and I like it."
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 18:21:31 GMT -8
"I'm not a hero," Syros protested calmly, his arms rising above his head for a moment in order to stretch. "A hero is someone who saves everyone in the end."
He suddenly went silent and though it was in reality only a few measly seconds, it felt like minutes at the very least before he chose to speak again. This time, he commented on her own story. "I like your ears and tail. They make you.. Unique, pretty. You're different from other women, like I'm different from other men. We stand out, I suppose."
He kept walking, his smile never faltering from his face even as he raised a hand to scratch at the side of his mouth and then slide down to massage the joining of shoulder and neck. "How far away are we?"
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 18:36:34 GMT -8
Crinkling her nose, she cast him a sidelong look. "Well then I dunno what you call a guy who wakes up just to lay a royal beat-down on giant monsters." Feru thought that qualified him as a hero. Maybe that was just her, though? Regardless, she was still strolling along as he commented on her appearance. She blinked, and turned around, walking backwards so that she could look at him. "..Yanno, most people say they're weird, or cute. S'the first time I've ever gotten 'pretty'." Turning back around, she looked up at the sky, amazed to feel herself.. blushing? That hadn't happened in.. years. "..Thanks."
Clearing her throat, she forced the blush away via pure force of will, and shrugged at his question. "Shouldn't be much further now. The place was only a few miles out." As if on cue, they rounded a bend, and up ahead appeared a cluster of buildings. It was hardly enough to be called a village; there appeared to be a combination inn-and-tavern, a large stable with wagons and carriages out front, some sort of general store, and what was probably a minor lordling's mansion, given its size. "Ahh, this must be the place."
She cracked her knuckles with a grin and started toward the inn/tavern at a determined pace. Marching up to the door, she paused, and looked over her shoulder at Syros. "Come in, if ya want. If not, I'll be out in a minute. This stuff never takes long." She was much stronger than she looked, after all. Kicking open the door, she adjusted Meatwhacker so it wouldn't catch on the lintel overhead, and stepped inside. "OI! Which one of you dirtbags is Jamis Volreaux?!"
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 20:17:19 GMT -8
"Oh, I'm sorry. I hardly know you, I shouldn't be saying such things," Syros apologized, despite her reaction of blushing gratitude. He began to rub at his arms, a nervous habit, then continued to follow Feru around the bend until the cluster of buildings came into view. It seemed his new female companion had arrived at her destination, though Syros wasn't one hundred percent sure what his role would be in her mission.
"No, no, it's alright. I'll come in with you. It might be dangerous, given the nature of your work." He yawned slightly as he followed her into the tavern, surprised that she had been able to just kick the door open with so little trouble.
"Is this one of those public houses with rooms available to sleep in? Hm... I lost track of time in the woods. How close is it to evening? Perhaps we could stay here for the night if we won't reach your home in daylight."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 20:34:11 GMT -8
"Nyeh, don't apologize. Do I look like I mind? You think I'm pretty, I think you're handsome, fair trade." Peering around the inside of the inn, Feru saw all of five people, some scruffy men and one scared-looking bar wench. She flicked an ear in Syros' direction at his question, glanced outside over her shoulder, and grimaced. "..Ya got a point. We probably wouldn't make it back before night." Her head turned, gaze settling on him, and she grinned. "How do ya feel about sharin' a room and savin' some gold, eh?" She winked at him, but before she could carry her flirting any further, a man came tromping in front a back room.
"Eh? Who's looking for Jamis Volreaux?" He was a tall man, muscular and angry-looking, with a scar on his cheek and freshly-bloodied knuckles. Feru drew herself up, eyeing the man. She wasn't impressed.
"Me. Are you him?"
The man sneered, cracking his knuckles threateningly. "Oui, little cat, I am Jamis Volreaux. Who are you that think you have the right to speak to me?"
Feru rolled her eyes. She hated guys like this... "None of ya business. Now, I understand you've been threatenin' the local lord. Is this true?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just answer the damn question, guy, before I get mad." It looked like it was already too late for that. Her ears were laid back, her pupils narrowed to slits, and her tail was lashing wildly as it bristled.
"..Oui. I have. But that pompous ass has it coming! He stole my woman from me!"
At that, Feru arched a brow. "Uh huh. I'm sure he did. Lords are good at that. Except I'm gonna guess by your messed up hands that you're in the habit of layin' into innocent women with your fists. Am I right?"
The man puffed up, his face going red with rage. "That worthless bitch deserved every punch! I knew she was cheating on me with that limp-wristed lordling! That she went with him only proves it!"
That was all the explanation Feru needed. Planting Meatwhacker's tip into the floorboards, she leaned the sword up against the nearby wall, and flashed Syros a beaming grin. "Watch that for me, wouldja?" Sprinting across the floor at top speed, Feru launched her fist up into the big man's chin. When he staggered, she darted behind him and up onto his back, dealing two blows to his ears. When he reached up to grasp his now-ringing head, she dropped, and dealt a roundhouse kick to the backs of his knees. He crumpled, making it quite easy for her to walk around in front of him. Those jaden hues peered coldly into his as she spoke, her voice calm. "Now. You're gonna stay away from the lord and the little lady, got me? If I hear about ya not doin' as I say, I'll come back, and turn ya into a eunuch."
Satisfied with the man's wide-eyed stare, she dealt him a quick, vicious blow to the solar plexus, and broke his nose with another rapid-fire punch, before turning away. A pleased grin appeared on her features as she crossed back to Syros and her sword, plucking the item up. She batted her lashes at him, purring sweetly. "So, how about that room, eh?"
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 20:53:32 GMT -8
He watched, eyes on Feru's skills in combat as she defeated the abuser and the bully with no more than a few quick and effortless movements. Syros had to admit he was impressed with her, giving her a smile as she sauntered back over to him after her business was complete and then nodding to her request.
"If you're sure you won't mind. I don't have any gold, so I will have to owe you a favour, but I can sleep on the floor so things won't be awkward... Still, about that man, are you sure that's enough? I've known people like him before and.. Well.. A broken nose won't stop him. Hmm... If you would excuse me for a moment."
Syros wandered over to the man, then passed him casually while a flick of his arm sent the side of his hand into Jamis's arm. There would be a loud crack and more than likely a scream of pain as Syros snapped his elbow in a quick and powerful motion, before continuing on towards where the bar would be. "Now he can't use his arm... For a while, at least. That should help smooth things over," he said, turning back to Feru and waiting for her to approach him again.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 21:04:05 GMT -8
"Oh yeah, I don't mind at all. And what's this floor nonsense you're talkin'? If you're that afraid of me, I'll just sleep in the rafters." Still, her lips formed into a pout. How was she supposed to get in his pants if he was talking about taking the floor?! That just took all the fun out of it. Maybe she could jump him in his sleep. Then again, watching the way he easily broke the bully's arm, Feru thought that might not be the best idea; she wanted him, yeah, but not at the risk of potential extreme bodily harm. Regardless, watching him handle the guy sent a tingle through her.
Free hand was clapped over her heart as she followed after him, ears swiveling as she fluttered her lashes. "Be still my beatin' heart! I love seein' handsome men dole out violence. It gets me all tingly." She quickly gave up the swooning female act and winked at him, then turned a grin on the gaping bar wench. Digging into an inside pocket of her long coat, she withdrew several golden coins and slid them across the counter top to her. "One room, please. And uh, a little somethin' for the trouble."
The flummoxed bar wench slid them a room key, and pointed up the stairs. Feru thanked her, then grinned up at Syros. "Shall we?" Starting toward the stairs, she paused at the bottom of the ascending steps, and glanced over her shoulder at him. "And oh, by the way.. you won't owe me anythin'. I like doing nice things for people I like.." Her eyes dragged across him slowly with an internal sigh. Would she ever get to see if the reality of what lay under his clothes matched up to her imagination? Returning her gaze to his, she winked. "..and I definitely like you." With that, she continued up the steps to their room. Last one on the right. Easy enough.
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