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#1
Sirantil Valley / Re: Red And Yellow [m]
August 19, 2021, 06:13:10 PM
Honestly, Stellan had no clue where the dog might be. They'd been walking for more than ten minutes and there wasn't any doubt that if he got up somewhere, he could have gone off anywhere. Stellan didn't know what he was thinking, dragging this lump of a woman along with him. He guessed if she had supplies somewhere she might help him with a little, uh, encouragement.

"Look, I don't know!" He admitted loudly and thought for a quick second why was he wasting his time.

At least one good thing came out of this, now he had a gun.

And instead of waiting for her to answer him, he just took her gun and book it in the initial direction he was going, running between the trees until the underbrush grew thicker off the main path.  He only hoped her dog wasn't close behind him.
#2
Sirantil Valley / Re: Red And Yellow [m]
August 15, 2021, 12:45:13 PM
He feared what her answer might be. But he had a feeling that was less interested in killing him as he was her unless something happened to her dog. All he wanted was to make it back to his camp but since he'd gotten himself lost that was going to be a matter of trial and error. This trial was looking a lot like an error if he had killed her dog.

Stellan kept his aim steady. He was missing a hand but not that many brain cells. "Go!" He commanded. "Go check on your dog! I promise I won't shoot. I'm sure I didn't kill 'em, but you gotta check yourself when you ain't gonna believe me anyway." 

He begged her to go lest he have to pull the trigger.  Her dog was not far off, left where he'd knocked it out, he hoped.
#3
Moraki Desert / Re: Into You [Lion]
June 19, 2021, 08:12:48 PM
"There you go! I knew you could do it," Slate beamed when her egg successfully plopped into the buttered pan. The sizzle and smell made his stomach rumble. He was hungrier than he thought but her presence somehow distracted him from realizing it until now. She was so cute trying to figure out how to successfully crack it without making a mess, or an ass of herself.

"You did a good job." He nodded and took the eggshell pile, tossing it into a compost bin that he'd give out to the soil at some point. OH right, she had asked him a question. But she always did. She was so full of curiosities that he didn't know which ones to answer first.  Right, though. Buttered pan.

"Well, we grease it up to keep the eggs from sticking to the metal. These skillets are notorious for making things cling to them. And the butter gives the eggs a nice savory flavor. Speaking of which, we should add our spices. It'll make everything tasty-ier." He smiled at her and went about producing fresh spices like some oregano and pepper that had ground from a mortar and pestle.

"If you open that container next to the pepper, there should be some salt in there. Go ahead and take a pinch of each one and sprinkle them over the eggs. Then we'll cover them and let the insides cook a bit before we serve them on our plates. This is fun isn't it?"
#4
Moraki Desert / Re: Into You [Lion]
June 18, 2021, 08:25:36 PM
Yes, Slate, it was a serious question.  He nearly balked when being asked why the pan had to be greased. And he would have answered it too had she not taken the initiative to begin the cooking process like he'd instructed her talk. She didn't know how strong she was did she?

He cackled when she looked back at him at the eggsplosion. "Man I've done that before. It's ok. I think what you meant to do was crack to gently on the edge." He fished out the bits of shell first because he didn't feel like crunching his eggs. And shucked off the remains to the side.

"Let's try again." This time he grabbed her hand and wrapped his fingers over hers, taking one more egg and gently rapping the side against the pan's edge. A small fissure appeared, much finer than the firebomb she'd unleashed on his tiny stove. Then he gently took his other hand and coaxed the two broken halves of the egg apart. Some yolk got on her fingers as he still held his hand over hers and then let her go.

"It's okay to get a little dirty. Just clean your hands on something. Then try the next egg yourself."
#5
Moraki Desert / Re: Into You [Lion]
June 18, 2021, 06:35:44 PM
He had a feeling she'd blanche at the thought of doing actual work. It was a little pathetic but at the same time he couldn't help but be endeared by her Innocent foolishness. She was so impetuous and he admired how much little thought she gave in doing, well, anything. But there was a point where he wasn't going to let her leave this tent without learning something useful that she might need later on in life.

"Oh no, skeeto. You're gonna learn how to at least cook an egg. Give me 3 more like it." He gave the eggs back to her and flipped a heavy worn skillet over the stove. The fire crackled underneath, eager and ready to spread its heat. He rummaged around a sealed barrel and pulled out a roll of butter that he slathered the surface of the skillet with and tucked it away back into sealed barrel.

"So we're just gonna crack these eggs over the pan now that's it's all greased up and ready to go. Then we'll grab some fresh spices and sprinkle those over the surface. Go on and try crack an egg as the pan heats up. Don't worry, you won't get burnt. I'm right here."
#6
Art / Re: Ninja Flamingos 2021
January 31, 2021, 08:31:12 PM
I got!

Spoiler

Nephero, the Great and Terrible!

Best seen in full view.

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#7
General Discussion / Re: Ninja Flamingos 2020 Sign Up
December 01, 2020, 05:59:28 PM
I'm in
#8
Ketra / Re: A Stroll Down Fascination Street (Minx)
August 15, 2020, 12:18:02 PM
She was trying just about everything to plead her case to him, but he just wouldn't bite. He had to admire her doggedness, truthfully. However, it just wasn't quite enough to move him. What good would it do if he gave into anything without a fight. He knew where he'd be still. He knew it wouldn't be here.

He smirked at her, at her attempts at being coy and pursed his lips. "Oh you're trying so hard, dear," he chuckled. That was until she got too close and the hair raised at the back of his neck. It sent chills down his spine. And not the good kind. It reminded him of bad dreams, bad memories, of a life he left behind.

Natanyl leaned forward, reaching up and pressing his hand to her cheek, whispering back. "Why would I put myself at risk for a rotten noble, in some cat and mouse game that has nothing to do with me? For a fair bit of coin? If you knew me at all, you'd have to sweeten the pot a little bit more than that."

And patted her cheek before sitting back. "Maybe start by getting me some real brandy."
#9
Ketra / Re: A Stroll Down Fascination Street (Minx)
August 10, 2020, 05:36:51 PM
It was a common assumption. One he encountered all too often that seemed, if repeated enough, had a desire to ring true. The rarity of that truth was unsurprising. Natanyl did not divulge of his past, not to anyone. It was the only secret he'd kept true for all his years that her claim that she knew him better than he knew her left him unfazed.

By some extension it was true. He had some modicum of a reputation, regardless as to the facts that lay behind it. And reputations, as people know, preceded any forethought of that person. And in truth, Natanyl was never so presumptuous to assume he'd know anybody completely, through and through. That truth was rarely so truthful.

So he stayed quiet in her deliberation and when she brandished the sketch of a young man, he had to admit that there was some air of familiarity. He'd seen that face in passing, possibly. Perhaps in a dream of some warm summer ago. The name was one famous in circles of fine liquor. It was too bad his family's whiskey tasted like shit.

"You do," he said, crossing his legs and downing the rest of his water-brandy. "And I see you think that I had some involvement in that young man's disappearance. You've come seeking a lead, knowing where to find me, and doing what you do best: gathering information for an employer that doesn't really know if you'll be able to follow through."

He took the sketch in hand, fingers tracing along the young man's hairline. "I'm afraid I can't help you, Little Trickster. I haven't seen Talrick in ages. I might have had him for a shag or two. He's a feisty sort though. I can't imagine they took him without a struggle."  And he grinned knowingly at her, handing the slip of paper back to her.
#10
Ketra / Re: A Stroll Down Fascination Street (Minx)
August 07, 2020, 04:55:29 PM
He wasn't drunk. There wasn't full percent of alcohol in the glass in his hand from downstairs and there was even less than that in the glass currently in hand. Natanyl Anaki wasn't swirling senselessly in the slightest. And even if he was, he still would have known something wasn't right.

When her face changed, he just frowned, genuinely disappointed that she wasn't Elendra. Instead, it was someone else he was sure he'd met only in passing. He remembered her face but not her name. She was a shape-changer of some kind, but less of the human variety and more of the monster in disguise as a treasure chest kind.

"I doubt Elendra knows any of my secrets," Natanyl calmly explained, watching her walk away and he grinned. Suddenly this was all very funny. Here she was, being awfully presumptuous that he had any idea what was going on at the moment. Let alone any given time.

"Um, forgive me, Tramp Extractor," he said, taking a seat in an armchair just across from the bed and setting the water brand on the table next to him. "But if you have a name, I do not remember it, dear. You act as if we've met before. And if we have business, that I also do not remember."

Hey, living for over two hundred years would do that to an elf, even an ex-shaman such as he.
#11
Ketra / A Stroll Down Fascination Street (Minx)
August 07, 2020, 12:24:55 PM
"Thiago, we have a problem," Natanyl Anaki muttered with a grimace to the scowling barkeep at the opposite side of the counter. "You do this every time I come in."

The middle-aged Adelan wasn't in the mood for nonsense. Thankfully, neither was Natanyl. He leaned his thick sausage hands on the counter and pursed his lips at the dark elf. "What is it this time, Ashboy?"

"The brandy is watered down again," Nataynl explained. "Taste it! I paid for alcohol, not water."

Thiago snatched Nat's glass and downed the whole shot. "Hmph! Tastes fine to me. Must be something wrong with your tongue."

Natanyl glared at him while Thiago poured him another. "You know there's a reason everyone goes to the Randy Peach, you old bastard. I tell you the day Elendra and the girls close their legs, this whole place is going under. Mark my words." It was almost like a curse and Natanyl snatched his glass away from the old man, marching up the stairs.

Although no one in this establishment was as old as he was, he was sure of it. The Gold Candelabra wasn't exactly rife with excitement. But it was a quieter brothel than the Peach and it was just what he needed to get away from the long, hard road.

There were few carriages these days, not exactly an upturn in business prospects for a highway robber such as he. Natanyl would have to get more creative if he didn't want to starve to death. He was hungry for a decent night's rest, a warm meal, and a hot bed. It'd been ages since he allowed himself to stay in one place for long. And he seemed to be coming back to Ketra.

He rapped his knuckles across the door to Elendra's room. She was an old friend that was one of those 'keep 'em coming back for more' types. She did well enough for herself that she could just about buy out the Candelabra from under Thiago, who held many debts to the wrong people. But it was those debts exactly that Elendra wanted nothing to do with. She was going to open up her own shop elsewhere, or so she said.

Natanyl made sure to stay in contact so she'd let him know.

"Come in," a woman's voice called from the other side of the door. "The door's unlocked Nat."

He smiled and pushed his way inside, clicking it softly behind him. The room was softly lit, dim candles flickering in the far corners of the room. Candelabras, like the business' namesake, stood erect beside the four-poster bed on the far end, flared with gold candles and a woman appeared out from behind the partition next to it.

"Hello, darling," she greeted Natanyl.

He took another sip of the brandy, feeling the faint burn, but again, mostly just tasting water. "How are you, dear?"

"Oh much better now that you're here," she murmured. "Well don't just stand there. Come over."

She was draped in a flowy white gown that clung to her every curve. She didn't have to tell him twice. Natanyl closed the distance between them and felt her arms sweep around his shoulders. He grinned, leaning down to kiss her, slipping his arms around her waist. But when his lips made contact with hers he paused, pulling away after a few seconds.

"Wait...you don't kiss like Elendra," he said, pulling his face away, staring at what was supposed to be a familiar friend.
#12
Art / Re: Ninja Flamingos 2020 Theme Draw
July 31, 2020, 03:25:41 PM
I got Wyrdstorm as the Overly Apologetic God of Creativity! /o/

#13
Welcome Wagon / Re: New traveller
June 03, 2020, 12:24:14 PM
Hey there and welcome!
#14

Art by me coming soon!

Prologue
+ NAME + Falx Hao'ya Remari
+ ALIAS + Remi, Blackbird
+ AGE + 28
+ GENDER + Male
+ ORIGIN + Muwatsli Territory, Adela
+ SPECIES + Human (As far as he knows)
+ RESIDENCE + Within his current Regiment
+ OCCUPATION + Soldier and Combat Healer for the Adelan Army
+ FACE + Raven Purple hair, Silver
+ STATURE + 6' / 187 lbs
+ SEXUALITY + Pansexual



__________________IN-DEPTH

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Falx is of average height and rife with corded muscle. Regular exercise keeps him fit and ready for duty when necessary. His medium length hair is carefully trimmed, usually tied back, and appears such a rich deep black it's practically purple, with flashing silvery eyes that penetrate beneath a gentle sloping brow. His nose is prominent with a fine aquiline bend over full lips. Scruffy facial hair dusts his angular chin and upper lip. His face has firm angles, marred only by the jagged scar that runs down from left temple, skipping across his jawbone, and diagonally across his throat.

An eagle mid flight tattoo is spread across his upper back with the tips of the wings going down his shoulders, so that when he lifts his arms, it seems as if the wings are spread. On his chest are other various tattoos of his clan within the Muwatsli tribelands, which mark his status, and others earned in the early days of his military service. Two brandings reside on the inside of each of his wrists.

PERSONA
"If I ever make another vow, it's to live for what's right here and now. A man makes his own honor after all."

Falx is stern but polite. He's courteous to strangers, and matter of factly, feeling being as direct as possible generally leaves little illusions as to the person they are dealing with. While he is honest, he's tactful when needs be. He enjoys the finer things in life, although doesn't let it go to his head; he's plenty happy doing without convenience. Get him drunk though and he's either boisterous or brooding, rarely any inbetween. He's quick to express his irritation with fools and imbeciles, with rage that could rival gods.

Falx stands by choices, and holds others to the same standard. He has dedicated his life to helping others and service in the Adelan military has given him the discipline to hone his abilities.  He's proven himself capable of living his own life, and wants little variation from it. He doesn't enjoy disruptions to his routine.

- Bits and Pieces! -
    - Boxing - Falx makes regular practice of exercising his fists and hand to hand combat training. Whether its sparring with a partner, or shadowboxing on his own, he's disciplined and energetic regarding it. It also helps him blow off steam whenever he's having a particularly bad day.
    - Hairstylist - Need to know how to take better care of your follicles or need a swift trim, Falx will set you up right. It's more of a hobby than a living, but he managed the hair as well as the wounds of his unit.
    - Connoisseur - A good fake at best. Falx enjoys wines and aged brandies and other such tagalongs when it comes to having something of a "noble" heritage. But he does it badly. Give him a bottle of cheap wine and a fine aged bottle, and he genuinely couldn't tell the difference, save the one he liked better.

MAGIC/ABILITIES
Osteokinesis - Falx can manipulate the growth of bone and marrow as if it were an artform. He could feasibly make it more dense and durable, force extra bones where they need not be. He uses his abilities to heal rather than to harm. He can mend appendages and set them better, using this with a mix of field medicine training to keep those of his unit fighting fit.

Weapons Training - He's a healer that can pack a punch if necessary. His combat training stems more from just his military history, but more so from his youth. He was the second son of the Muwatsli clan chieftain, and thus not the heir, but had the proper upbringing that came with it: was educated and taught to fight with an assortment of weapons.

RELATIONSHIPS
Darshan Remari - Father, Chief of Clan Windstrider - Estranged and not on good terms.
Miklo Aowada - Mother -
Masaya Remari - Younger Sister -
Toka Remari - Youngest Brother -



HISTORY

In the Muwatsli tribal lands, it is the thundering sky that decides who is worthy.

Falx was born in one of the five prominent clans of the Muwatsli territory, near the cliffs of the Hivan Ocean, in Clan Windstrider by the windy cliffs by the sea. His parents told him the summer storm saved his life and his mother's as it wailed against the cliffs. A tale his father likes to repeat when he's drunk and to everyone he's already told.

When Falx became of age, he was nominated by Darshan to succeed him in ruling Clan Windstrider. Falx turned it down however, feeling as if he was not worthy of doing so. Instead he enrolled into the military to live his own life and pursue a life away from clan politics.

To Darshan, turning down a nomination simply is not done, despite Falx's best intentions. The nomination then fell to Mayasa, although she is no less a suitable choice.  Falx fully backs his sister in her leadership.

Epilogue
THREADS

#15
Matron's Hallow / Re: A Bump in the Pantry [M]
May 03, 2020, 07:32:21 AM
It was a wonderful feeling, this sensation. It was odd and Maako couldn't remember if he felt it before. Reason stood that if he couldn't remember it, he likely didn't experience it. His memory was usually pretty damn good in that regard. He only ever known comfort.

But this was something related, yet different. It was affection.

His belly did little somersaults when he was around Sera. He tried to keep his frame small and unassuming when he was walking out and about the tavern. As impossible a feat as that was.  When they were alone, he likes to cradle Sera in the crook of his whole body. Cocooning her with the same tenderness she showed him.

A full week passed since he arrived and Maako had no other place he would rather be. Although Sera had asked him if he couldn't stay, he never thought about going anywhere else.

Imagine that not even very long ago, all he wanted to do was find a way to go home. But perhaps now he found it.

And learning all the ways to bake and enjoy bread was utterly fascinating. Even if it didn't taste like chicken.
#16
Connlaoth FBs / Re: An Officer and a Gentleman
May 03, 2020, 07:23:51 AM
Roland knew it was basically like beating a dead horse. Not that he beat one before. But it was an old adage that seemed to fit the current state of things. He was whipped, kept coming back for more, only to be whipped again and again.

But unlike a dead horse, he paid close attention to each beating like his life depended on it. These sparring sessions had forced him to re-examine his work ethic. Now he slept less but deeper, worked his muscles deeply and thoroughly, boxed solo when he had brief moments to himself. All in the purpose to better himself versus who he was yesterday.

He didn't want to *beat* Alanna. He wanted to beat Roland, the farm boy that wanted to be a soldier. And everyday, every week, that shadow was chipped away.

So he lay there on the ground, panting heavily up at her, and couldn't hold back his grin.

"Have drinks with me," he said, looking up at her and admiring the way her sweaty hair framed her face. "You're dashing in the moonlight."
#17
It turned out, when it came down to the center of it all, Quinlan couldn't stop staring at her eyes. He was an easy fellow, and found easier bedding most places. But eyes like hers happened once in a blue moon. He was cornered by law enforcement and she could beat the absolute snot out of him and no one would care. It wouldn't be the first time.

But it would be the first time it could happen, and he probably wouldn't even complain.

That said, Quinlan straightened himself out once she'd put the cudgel away. At least he was safe from that. He swallowed and leaned back against the wall, letting his eyes stare right back into hers. Clearly there was something she wasn't telling him.

This wasn't just a shakedown to see what he was up to. This was a "I'll arrest you for existing, so you might as well tell me what I want to know." 

And for the life of him this time, he had no idea what she was talking about. "Nessa," he started and nodded to her. "You're having a bad night I take it?"

He need a smoke badly. Anything to occupy his hands. He slowly reached into his coat and pulled out the last rolled smoke he remembered he had and tucked it into his lips. A match tip from the same pocket ignited and tenderly ignited his face. All the while each motion was slow and exaggerated. No sudden moves and all that.

"I told you I ain't got nothing to do with you're looking for. Why don't you tell me what the problem is because if I'm your only real lead here, then you're shit out of luck, darling," he murmured, and took a long drag of the smoke.
#18
Sirantil Valley / Re: Red And Yellow [m]
May 01, 2020, 09:50:33 PM
Stellan wasn't about to lose the one good hand he had and the second he heard the sound of metal leaving a sheath he let go of her and jumped several feet back. Looking down now at the barrel of the wheel lock as he cocked it back and held the stock steadily over his stump, he took aim.

"Look! I don't mean you no trouble," he hissed fervently. "I'm just looking for my camp. Please! I don't want to have to shoot you."
#19
Draconi Forest / Re: Measures of Mercy [M] [Lion]
May 01, 2020, 09:45:32 PM
Maybe it was a Wild Elf thing. Maybe it was why his people were dying out and his father was so angry at him. Theiryk had grown accustomed to being blamed. Coming home was always a mistake after all.

"I just know my father. He's...overall unpleasant," he sighed, tiring of the topic. Thinking of the old chieftain always gave Theiryk conniptions. He wondered often if age would soften his disdain, if it would ease the ache he sometimes had regarding him. If only wishing and hoping would somehow change the fact that this was no longer his home.

Such things were futile.

He lingered a while on her choice of words, forgetting that he was talking about sex and Saitha and marriage. "Did your master force you to have sex with others? Were you forced into having sex with him?"
#20
Niahi Woods / Re: In the Shadow, In the Light (M)
May 01, 2020, 09:32:58 PM
He saw the mischief in her eyes, the mirth glowing there. How easy it would be to rob her of it, and how miserable he would be if he decided that would be the ideal course of action.  Jerec was many things, cruel among them. But seeing Ariel upset because of him was starting to become a very low objective on his list of accomplishments.

In fact her invitation made him grin and he nodded in acquiescence. "Ok, I promise I will be a good chair. This meat will not taste itself, of course," he decided to answer. He pinched off a piece of it's burnt tenderness and shoved it into his mouth. Charcoal had a certain spice to it that he vaguely favored and beyond that he would rather dispose of it.

However since food didn't exactly become available around every bend, he kept chewing. Trying to make a good sport of it, and grinned goofily a her. "It's good. Try it!'