Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250 
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Aug 28, 2016 18:57:47 GMT -8
Dura emerged from the hut with her head hanging and her expression dark, holding a basket full of vegetables that she had cleaned. She was nearing the fire, ready to put them out beside the flames to cook, and froze when she saw Theev'Nok standing there. Her eyes flashed, but that was the only change in her demeanor, no matter how slight.
"Did you find Thorok?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 4:01:59 GMT -8
At the moment his eyes met alongside Zar'Dura's, his own face broke down. A bearing of depression and sadness was taken over by a silly smile once more, and he stepped towards her to give yet again another grateful hug. But he'd stopped, seeing the state she was in, which then corrupted his sudden outburst of joy once more. As she spoke, he ended up sighing heavily, slumping down next to where she would halt.
"..I did." He responded. "And.. I think he may be at some peace now.. I hope." After a while, he looked back to her, thoughts spurring around in his head as he chose one of them to speak on. "..I did not intend for any of this to happen, Zar'dura... I do hope, I truly pray that you still are happy I am here." He sighed out, his hands clutching onto his forehead as he enjoyed the comfort of letting his head rest. "I would die for you again if that meant you'd be at peace, you know that."
His voice seemed just, yet more desperate for acceptance. Especially from where he came from, where all he had as friends were pain, insults, and agony. His eyes drifted closed, though he was awake, hoping that there'd be a response from his little Listener. He remembered when she was much tinier, and a few trips back into his mind when he'd interact with her made him light up. Suddenly, at that moment, he'd jerk up and sit a bit taller now, looking to her with a grin. "Do you remember when you were much younger, Zar'Dura? When we would spend time teaching you how to ride a Mongthol?" At that moment would he have chuckled greatly. "I never knew if you enjoyed it or not, but my, how it was hilarious to see such a tiny cub racing around the village." With that, he kept a grin as he looked to the fire, waiting for a response.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Aug 29, 2016 8:04:41 GMT -8
..At some peace now? Dura looked vaguely alarmed at those words, and her heart raced as her mind whirled. She still listened to Theev'Nok, but she was thinking. What could those words mean? Had something happened to Thorok? Her thoughts derailed as Theev spoke of his death, and her brow crinkled, but before she could truly muster a response, let alone voice any of her questions, he was moving on to a different subject. She moved over to the fire and put the basket down firmly on a rock near it, then marched back to where Theev'Nok sat and looked at him with sharp golden eyes.
"I do not want you to die for me again, Theev'Nok. Your death on my shoulders once is more than enough. What has happened to Thorok?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 8:09:02 GMT -8
At that moment, his eyes softened. He didn't want to further annoy her, and was a bit discouraged that his message came off misjudged. But either way, she asked a question, and with the respect he had for her bringing him back, he saw her in the right position to ask any question she wished. Clearing his throat his smile faded as he looked to Zar'Dura, a bit less of a content face now as he answered her simply. "Thorok thought his people were gone, I proved him wrong, that is all that happened." Looking to the woods, he muttered out, "He should be back soon." Turning back to face her, he scanned her facial details, his shoulders relaxing as he fixed his sitting position to fold his legs together. "Something.. stern, is of you right now, Zar'Dura. Do I not know truly what's troubling you right now?" At that omment, he felt a spark of nervousness within himself, praying that he didn't trigger any further annoyance with such a question.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Aug 29, 2016 8:39:09 GMT -8
Dura relaxed a bit when Theev said that Thork was fine, and should be returning soon. Then her expression softened, and she sighed.
"It was hard, Theev'Nok, adjusting to life without the tribe. But we did it. We built ourselves a home and a life here. We weathered the trials of some female from another tribe seeking to take Daris'Fall from me. It made our bond stronger. These people accept us, we are their friends and neighbors. We have made this place our own. Now, you and Thorok appear as if from nowhere, and he judges us for our union - for our love. He spits upon my husband with his words, even after I brought you back from the land of death. I do not doubt in my heart that Thorok will strive to force us apart, and even if he does not, our time of peace is over. That is what troubles me, Theev'Nok. Knowing that everything I have come to treasure is at an end."
Turning away from him, she moved to the fire and began setting the vegetables within the basket onto small hooks and baskets hung around it from the spit, so that they could roast. She moved with brisk, jerky movements, her emotions in a tangle.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 8:57:08 GMT -8
Theev'Nok listened with much ambition to reply, but as it was, he gave her all the respect she deserved to continue. His eyes softened the more she spoke, and at the end, when she began to fidget with setting the food down, Theev'Nok would then use his own voice to distract her from delving into those thoughts. "Zar'Dura." He called out, standing tall with a bit of sternness in his voice, which soon vanished with his reply.
"I know not of Thorok's intentions, nor do I believe he will try to remove your bond, but I can know this: You are young. Very, very young at that. You marry at such a young age and you may believe that life would be as peaceful as you can imagine." His hands threw up defensively, as if expecting a backlash and would want to continue. "Which can be true, but even so, you are only now coming of age to live as an adult.. Believe me, as old as i am, this world will only continue to prove ever hardening." He paused for a moment, before looking to the ground, and then to her. "But you have him, and he has you. So you can call this the end of your time of peace, but that is only because now this world is calling on you to mature, and escape this weak form of comfort and embrace that of being an adult."
Theev'Nok wanted to add on to Thorok's conditions. And so he did. "I know.. not of his ways. He is strange, and in pain, that is what I know. And right now, as his people, we should be there for him." Theev'Nok paused for a moment, that last term reminding him of what Zar'Dura said before. "... What did Thorok say, that makes you so ready to cast judgment on him as so?"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Aug 29, 2016 10:32:49 GMT -8
Dura stopped and stiffened, then straightened and turned slowly to look at Theev'Nok. Her amber eyes flashed with anger and the earth rumbled, the elemental which was bound to her sensing her distress and ready to assist. She bade it remain where it was, but that didn't stop her from speaking in a sharp tone.
"And who are you to say what we must do? The tribe is gone, Theev'Nok. We are no longer part of it, wherever it may be. We have had to survive on our own. Thorok claims he is no longer our Thuri - will you take his place? Will you thrust us out of our home, the home we built, into this 'maturity' you claim is now to be sought? We have been adults for these many long months because we had no choice. You say we are not yet adults, I say you have no right to lay that judgement upon us. Neither you nor Thorok. Daris'Fall and I do not need you, either of you, and if you cannot accept that we will not bow to what you say, then you are not welcome here."
Turning away, she marched off in search of Daris, her blood boiling. Nostrils flared as she drew labored breaths, veering the long way around through their small fields and behind the hut, into the woods there. She came to a stop beside a tree just out of sight and curled her hands into fists, then slammed one of them into the trunk with a guttural roar. How dare they just appear, thrust themselves into the life she and Daris had built, and say it was all wrong? It infuriated her!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 10:56:27 GMT -8
Listening to her words, especially those thrown in to ridicule himself, Theev'Nok's eyes widened with surprise as he stared to Zar'Dura's rage. But as she continued, that of his own boiled. A sundering irritation grew within, one that Theev'Nok tried to control at that time, but failed to. As she turned around, his blood boiled and his left fist clenched, teeth bared. "ZAR'DURA!!" He roared out, with much anger, lifting a mighty voice in the quiet air after her own words.
"Is THIS how you will speak to me!?!? THIS!? Do NOT preach to me as if I am not against you- That I'd be wishing to put up with-"
As his enraged state began to follow her a good fifteen paces behind, his arm pointed towards the land behind him as he ended his reply with the term 'with'. An entire enraged rant was building up with Theev'Nok at that moment. He was already going to blindly bark back at her, that she would consider him as such a barbaric being. But such a rant wasn't of his concern, as from right-field his head snapped towards it, and a mighty large beast swung its fist into Theev'Nok's center chest, sending him into the air and skidding against the floor a good thirty feet away from where he originally was.
The Minotaur, that he'd seen before. Standing here with a grey smoke puffing out of its nostrils, shaking its striking hand as it thundered a foot towards Theev'Nok's direction, hands open as his eyes stared with a hungry desire to torture Theev'Nok once more. Theev'Nok, who was now frail with such a powerful blow, struggled to get himself up, crawling forward a single step before falling down. With that, the Minotaur began to march towards the fallen orc, hands wiggling and warming up to lift up the weak figure.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Sept 2, 2016 12:53:57 GMT -8
Daris was tending the days chores when Dura exited the hut. He can sense her anger and it isn't long before he finds her. Settling in next to where she sits by the tree he wraps his arms around her. He absently runs a calming hand down her back. It takes him a few moments to collect his thoughts and speak and when he does his voice is low.
"They will not take you from me. They will not take me from you. Thorok has denounced his position and Theev'Nok holds no power over us. If they will not respect us, we need not heed them. We will do as he judge right. Let them make what appeals they wish. I only care that you are happy."
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Sept 2, 2016 16:05:39 GMT -8
Dura ignored Theev'Nok when he called after her, keeping her back turned. Slumped on the ground against the tree, her head snapped up when she heard someone approaching, and she looked warily in that direction. Until she saw Daris. Then she immediately relaxed, albeit there was a pained expression on her face, and she eagerly sank into his arms when they wrapped around her, hiding her face against his chest.
"All I need in this life to make me happy is you by my side." She looked up at him, and her eyes were filled with a sort of desperate need. She moved closer and straddled his lap, pressing her forehead fiercely to his as her hands began seeking to pull away her clothing. And then she froze when she heard a ruckus coming from back the in the direction Theev'Nok was in. Growling in irritation, she gave Daris a hard kiss that promised they would finish this momentarily, and then she was pulling away from him, storming back toward the clearing before the hut with an enraged snarl.
She froze when she saw the creature attacking Theev'Nok. Immediately, she began to pull on the mana around her, drawing it into her person while her mind reached out to the elemental. She would need its help to fight this beast.
"DARIS!"
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