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Post by Greenie on Jul 27, 2008 14:57:44 GMT -5
Penelope was in her element. She was in the middle of nowhere in the Hisstor Wastes with a backpack and a whacking stick, and while she missed the company of the tribe she was staying with.. it was nice to get away from the obsessive-compulsiveness once in a while. This was her third day out and while her supplies would last her several more, it didn't mean she didn't look like a wrinkled begger with a backpack. She didn't particularly care, though. No one to see her, right? The mix made her way through a break of trees, and much to her surprise, found what looked like a graveyard. Why were there graves in the middle of nowhere? She had no idea, but it looked cool and was definitely worth exploring, so she padded in and looked for date markings. |
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Post by Vyn on Aug 9, 2008 22:22:10 GMT -5
Javaid was making his usual rounds around his Necropolis when, to his great and horrified surprise, he caught sight of a very not!Hisstor form moving through the graves. White with hints of blue would lead him to believe she was from The Lakes. He had nothing against that region in general...except that they weren't Hisstor. Which was bad enough. Skulking through the rows of graves, the jackal watched the stranger from afar with a critical eye. What were they doing here? And such a dirty stranger too! Treading through sacred lands with dirty paws. His Necropolis was open to most, yes, but those most were typically of Hisstor decent. With his staff clutched tightly in his paw, Javaid strode forward a few more paces and called out to the stranger. "Halt stranger! What brings you to My Necropolis?" The guardian's voice was heavily accented with the native Hisstor tongue, so thickly so that his Common was honestly quite a dreadful thing to try and understand. |
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Post by Greenie on Aug 10, 2008 10:22:54 GMT -5
Nelo froze immediately, then slowly turned her head to see who had spoken, her eyes as wide as they would go.
Shit, shit, shit, shitcakes on a stick. Big hot jackal man with a big pointy stick asking her what she was doing in his something-or-other. She'd learned quickly that Hisstors tended to not ask many questions before they tore you to pieces, so she began to speak quickly lest she lose the opportunity he'd given her. "Your-your what? I'm sorry! I didn't know it was yours, I really didn't! I'm staying with the Hsaru clan in the east, and I'm just exploring the area.. I'm really sorry!" The hybrid managed to get out, mostly without stumbling over her own words. Hopefully he would understand her meaning through the blabbering.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 12, 2008 17:36:43 GMT -5
Javaid's lip curled up into a blatant expression of displeasure. The little wolverine, badger...what have you, was rambling at him and making a fuss and really he just wanted her far away from his Necropolis.
"My Necropolis." He sighed heavily, searching over her form over and over again. She was a child... a trespasser, yes, but still a child. May the sun be damned, he didn't want this. "A place of the dead, where my ancestors and the ancestors of many neighboring clans rest. The Hsaru are not one of them, and those resting here would not appreciate strangers trampling over them." Javaid sighed, narrowing his eyes. "There's nothing further for you to explore then, come into the temple if you must...but get your filthy paws off of the graves!"
Lifting his spear, Javaid pointed into the distance toward a small, white marble building. The jackal was entirely unhappy with this situation, but he would simply have to pick his evils. "Go."
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Post by Greenie on Aug 13, 2008 21:37:06 GMT -5
Nelo blinked at him, quickly absorbing everything he was shooting at her. Ancestors, clans, dead people.. got it. Not Hsaru, crap. She should have mentioned the Tekalin, who were a lot closer - she'd stayed with them a few nights ago, and their name might have been the ticket in.
Too late now..
At the mention of her filthy paws, her face immediately set into a frown. One paw was gently resting against a grave for support - she'd nearly lost her balance when he'd startled her - and she slowly removed it, claw by claw, a glare forming on her face. It wasn't as if she'd never heard insults like that before - on the contrary, they were quite commonplace - but it didn't mean she liked them. He was a Queen, shouldn't he have a bit more respect for people?
Then again, he was a Queen, so probably not.
Just to be snotty, she set off to the temple (which she hadn't even noticed) and entered. If he found her so repulsive, she was going to stay as long as she possibly could just to tick him off - it was the least she could do after he insulted her so.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 13, 2008 21:48:12 GMT -5
Javaid wanted to throw a quiet fit.
This stranger was defying him. Mocking his sacred grounds and...well, she was simply there. He didn't want to deal with a stranger right now!
Ears pressed back, Javaid watched the Lakelander make her way back toward his home. Oi, what had he done? Why did he keep inviting strangers into his temple? He should have just...thrown her out while he had the chance!
Slowly he followed her back to the temple, taking as much time as he possibly could in order to procrastinate approaching her a second time. This was really the last thing he wanted to do but there was no choice in the matter now. The procrastination, however, did give him time to get his frustration in order and allowed him to put a more relaxed face for her.
"I am Javaid." He murmured lowly, eyes still filled with wariness but considerably less anxiety. "Do you speak Hisstor... or Common?" With decreased anxiety, Javaid's accent wasn't as terrible but was still far from fluent.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 13, 2008 21:52:37 GMT -5
Nelo could practically feel the pissed-off-ness hitting her back in waves. Ha, success. If he'd simply approached her nicely, explained where she was and then politely requested she leave, the badger-mix would have left quitely and with a smile on her face.
As it was, he was now stuck with her until she felt like leaving or he physically kicked her out. It wasn't as if she had anywhere to go, afterall.
She began respectfully looking around - not touching anything, merely looking - until he entered and began speaking again. "My name is Nelo," She replied, with a polite not in deference to his name and rank. "I speak Hisstor," The hybrid said coherently but roughly, "But it's not great yet."
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Post by Vyn on Aug 24, 2008 11:06:54 GMT -5
The temple that Nelo would find herself in was sparse in furniture or 'creature comforts', but the architecture made up for it considerably. The designs were intricate and appeared to be carved from living stone by very skilled and dedicated hands. This, of course, would be entirely true but Javaid had no intention of divulging the secrets of his family's temple to a disrespectful stranger from beyond The Wastes. "Nelo? It is...a pleasure to meet you." His heavy accent would grow easier to understand with time, but Javaid really wished he could speak in his birth tongue... Ah well. "What brings you to this region, Nelo?" He moved to a nearby bench, settling onto it and peering patiently at the little badger-mix. Abruptly an elegant blue form manifested in mid-air before Javaid, swiftly curling up around the Queen's neck and turning to peer balefully at Nelo. It would take everyone a bit to get accustomed to having a Lakelander in their temple. |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 1, 2009 22:15:12 GMT -5
The mix avidly began studying the ceiling, once she thought to look up at it. A room such as this, with vaulted ceilings and elaborate carvings.. it was beautiful. She didn't understand it - didn't claim to even try - but was able to admire the beauty in it nonetheless. Even without his reluctance to let her in she felt priviledged to be able to see it; Nelo was aware few were allowed in ceremonial burial grounds. Today was her lucky day.
"You as well," She replied thoughtfully, having moved on to one of the columns in front of her.
She looked back over to him as he spoke once more. "I'm staying with the Hrasu, as I said previously, as a part of my travels. I have no real purpose other than to learn about as many cultures as I can. Hisstor has a particular appeal to me."
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 0:03:20 GMT -5
Javaid was hesitant to let her in... but she was here now and he couldn't really throw her out.
She wanted to learn, and... well, she ought to have a right to that. So long as she stayed inside and away from the tombs then he couldn't rightfully be angry with her. The jackal's tail flicked slowly and he absently stroked Ma'at.
"That is an interesting pursuit." Why was he trying to make small talk? He was awful at it... "How long have you been in The Wastes?" Oddly enough, Javaid found himself more curious about what she had learned of other regions. He never went out, not even into the nearby towns, and he was entirely certain that all outsiders were strange. She was alright, though, he supposed.
Perhaps if she stayed long enough he'd get up the courage to ask her about other places in the world.
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