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A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Aquila - 01-21-2017 aquila
She dove—deeper, deeper, deeper; there were so many skeletons the sea held in her dark, salty embrace. Truthfully, the seahorse was not certain if Kis’s appeal for assistance has extended beyond the shore. But the warrioress’ mind was too muddled, her soul too torn with loneliness, to leave the ocean’s fold. So down she dove, a quickly growing pile of skeletons on the shore the evidence of her tireless, soldier-like endeavors to help Kis. It was evident that she had been tirelessly working for some time; not only by the size of her pile, but also by the fact that waves now lazily (haphazardly) lapped along the edges of the bottom-most bones. However, the seahorse’s mind was too distracted to notice as she breached the breakers once again, a large, sharply-toothed skull grasped in her own, sharp teeth. Her gills popped as the gaped, sucking for water just as her ridged nostrils flared, seeking air. She had overexerted herself, that much was apparent—both by the work she had done and her exhausted body that she drug through the crashing surf. A storm threatened off shore, muting the beach to grey and sending lightning prods dancing across the horizon. But she paid it no mind. Instead, she dropped the skull amid the various vertebrae, jaws, pelvises, and other bones, plated sides heaving and head nearly flush with the sand. “Enough?” her question, uttered almost nonsensically in her nearly delirious state, came quietly on her guttural voice. the ocean is everything to be fierce, wild, and free This is the skull she just brought up! RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Roskuld - 01-21-2017 Lightning strikes every time she moves
“Holy shit.”It hadn’t even crossed my head that Kisamoa would’ve wanted bones from the water, too. Which was its own kettle of fish, because who the fuck was capable of pulling shit from the waves? Who could breath underwater AND swim all the way down there AND pull up piles and piles of bones all at once? Well uh, here’s my answer I guess. Some chick who looked like Kisa’s cousin, only once removed. Chico made a face (in our head) and he was on the precipice of calling her all sorts of oooooh girl ugly names, but I was already coming up to her, talking to her, which stripped him of his right to talk shit on her (in my vicinity). At least at the moment. “You need help with that?” I asked, my eyes raking over all the types of ones that were on the shore, already excavated...including a skull that honestly looked like a monster or maybe Shapes’ mama. (Nice). “With….that piece of shit?” My eyes were glued on it, my brow cocked, cuz holy shit. C’mon, your turn to help, too, I hissed at Chico in my head; he growled and grumbled and slid off my back with a flutter of his leathery wings. Ugh, he had a chore to do. He grabbed a pelvic bone and promptly stalked off, mad at me and everyone and everything that had conspired to make him do a thing he didn’t feel like doing. Chico and Roskuld RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Aquila - 01-21-2017 aquila
Her tired, ridged head jerked up as another approached. Too-large, unblinking eyes of yellow and turquoise focused sluggishly on the approaching mare, gliding over her black markings and lading on her equally strange eyes. At first, the seahorse was reluctant to accept help—though her tired body begged for it; and she was nearly inclined to accept, until the Sparklight spoke. “Not ’piece of shit’,” was Aquila’s immediate, low, temperamental growl. Scaled lips parted more than was necessary, revealing the tips of her many, sharpened teeth. “Respect orko. It kills more ŝarkotoj than you or I ever will,” her large, unblinking eyes were sharp on the other mare’s, “A ŝarkotes would kill you, easy.” The last words were said almost smugly—but the creature on the mare’s back stole away her attention and forced her tired body into a defense stance. Ridges leapt into threatening, undulating motion as the strange, small lion’s leather wings flapped in the salty breeze. Sharp fins along her face snapped out, flaring in warning at the rougarou—but the lion was not attacking her, he was flying off (obviously unhappy) with a bone. The mare blinked twice; once at the retreating manticore and once at the huge pile of large bones she had collected—realizing that she was too exhausted to porter all of the heavy skeletons. So, slowly, weariness settling back into her body now that the threat of wings was gone, she began to pick up a large, whale’s vertebrae. Her glaring gaze darted to the Sparklight, “What are you waiting for? Permission?” Her rough, brusque words seemed more of a challenge than an invitation to help. But, still, the seahorse began drag her heavy vertebral prize towards where Kis needed it to go. orko = killer whale ŝarkotoj = giant sharks ŝarkotes = giant shark the ocean is everything to be fierce, wild, and free @Roskuld Idk why this was long when I'm trying to speed thread @ 150 words? :| RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Mathèo - 01-21-2017
RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Roskuld - 01-21-2017 Lightning strikes every time she moves
“Not ’piece of shit’.Respect orko. It kills more ŝarkotoj than you or I ever will.“A ŝarkotes would kill you, easy.”My eyebrows were skyhigh and even though Chico had already left, he could see and hear everything I was experiencing through our link, and he was laughing his ass off that I’d stuck myself with some...bizarre militant fish. I didn’t know how to respond to her impatience or her fancy words, so my immediate reaction was to humor her. “...Cool,” I said awkwardly, trying to ease myself into the situation, “I uh...totally bet it kills more sarco-coco’s than me.” I’ll take her word for it. The absolute best part (in Chico’s opinion) was the way she’d puffed in alarm with his presence, relaxing only when he left and affecting that same tone of impatience. Good grief, who the hell was this chick? I could’ve gotten mad if the entire situation wasn’t as fucking weird as it was--but all I could really do was just...I dunno, fall in line with this angry, extraordinary fish lady. I piled as many bones as I could into a jumble that would lock within themselves, and followed her back to Big Fish Kis. Except we were attacked and for a second I thought dead sure it was the Sun Chick Aithininny (kinda). I mean, they were small enough to be her--except, as they came nearer, their scent was unmistakably boy and he was too babyish, too innocent, too vocal to be her. Especially when he looked at me and gave my government name and there was a solid beat where I was at a loss. “Uh…Ros,” I corrected him, dropping the bones for a second, wondering how the hell this little shit knew me like that, “yeah, I’m one o’ them.” I took a good look at him, cuz holy shit he did remind me of the sun. “Are you?” At least I wasn't all alone with Lady Fish anymore. Chico and Roskuld RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Aquila - 01-21-2017 aquila
Her eyes, though tired and unblinking, flashed with approval at the Sparklight’s easy acceptance of both respecting the orko and her role in helping move the many bones already piled. Though the mare’s obvious awkwardness is lost on the Akvian, Aquila’s unblinking gaze studied her closely and nearly curiously as she jumbled a pile of interlocking bones to carry towards Kis. The seahorse turned, webbed hooves biting into the warm sand as she continued to drag the large vertebra—“WHOA!” Again, the seahorse’s head whipped towards the sound and her fins flared in warning and surprise. It was not often that others could sneak up on the Akvian, but she was so exhausted that all her senses were dulled. The lack of completed sentences and accompanying shock at her appearance should not have surprised Aquila any longer. However, in her drained and stilted state, she roughly finished the boy’s speechless sentences, “I am Akvian,” was her proud and gruff correction. “And you should help,” with a intense look to the boy, she began to continue dragging her bones towards Kis. A rough snort of derision pushed out of her nostrils at the shock and awe of asking and sharing gods-blood between the glowing colt (—glowing? how was that possible?—) and electrical mare. “Not trust gods,” was her muffled grunt around the bone she pulled with her teeth. Aquila came from a Rift, where greedy gods preyed on mortals and ruined civilizations. Any relation to such ‘divine’ beings was nothing but trouble, in her book. the ocean is everything to be fierce, wild, and free @Mathèo! RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Mathèo - 01-21-2017
RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Roskuld - 01-21-2017 Lightning strikes every time she moves
He fixed himself with my name and confirmed my suspicions that he was sun side. It was weird; even though I had nonspecific beef with his Ma, I couldn’t help but melt at his eager boyishness at everything. He wasn’t even fazed by Lady Fish or her special brand of impatience; he just seemed happy to be here, and I couldn’t get irritated at that, regardless who his Ma was. Except he tried to claim me as blood, which made my ear cock a bit. For some reason, everyone around me thought if you were godsblood, you were automatically related--and more and more, it felt like I was the only one who thought different. Pa had a hand in making me, but in my head gods were above blood, above things like family and relations; the blood in my veins came from Ma, and it’s from her that I claimed my fam. Mesec was different, yeah, but he was also adopted by Ma which made him my Bro anyway. I had nothing to do with the Gods of the Earth or the Sun; why would I claim their kin as mine? But I couldn’t say all that to this walking sunbeam, teasing the grin outta me before I could help it. “I can be yo’ Uncle if you want,” I told him. Lady Fish mumbled something under her breath, something about distrusting the gods--which wrung a huge laugh outta me. “WHELP,” I said, because if that’s the way she feels then she’s fucked living here, “Join the club.” I turned back to Mathèo. “Grab some ‘o these bones here, will ya?” Chico and Roskuld RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Aquila - 01-22-2017 aquila
Scaled ears twitched, “’Uncle’?” Her question was aimed to Ros; she understood the common tongue relatively well, and (to her) the term was a masculine one, while Ros smelled female. However, with a glance at her stout body, there was little else effeminate about the strikingly-marked mare, so with a dismissive shrug of her scaled shoulders, the Akvian continued drawing the too-large vertebra through the deepening sand dunes. She would never fully understand these land-dwellers. A too-large gaze was spared at the sunbeam colt, studying him closely in the wake of such exuberant, carefree responses to her astringent demeanor. Though the militant mare was not entirely aware of how astringent her disposition could come across to others, she did know that in her current, exhausted state she had been referred to as ‘insubordinate’ by her superiors in Akvo. So she could only surmise that her current attitude had no bearing on the colt. And that, as her close and wide-eyed study of Matheo hinted, she found surprising. So, as was her way, she simple said, “You glow like brilasanto. They catch prey with their light. Will you, brilasanito?” She started, ridges undulating once, at the sudden, loud bark of laughter from Ros. Her overlarge eyes rolled towards the Sparklight, questioning the outburst of laughter, but nodding at the mare’s directive. Then, with a soft snort, the Akvian finally offered—though why, she wasn’t entirely certain why, “I am Aquila.” brilasanto = anglerfish brilasanito = little anglerfish the ocean is everything to be fierce, wild, and free @Mathèo! RE: A storm to wash you clean [Bone Collecting] - Mathèo - 01-22-2017
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