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Posted 01-11-2018, 03:25 PM | This post was last modified: 01-12-2018, 04:52 PM by Alistar
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Alistar
Divine Warrior
Male, 4.00
Meso-fighter
34 in, 123 lbs
50 ep
© Ly
he rises before dawn, staving off the chill in the air with motion. the simple act of running calms him; though the scenery is just familiar enough to seem uncanny in the morning light, and though his feet find a path his mind does not remember, the strangeness of his surroundings cannot drown out the endorphins in his blood. muscle memory guides him through the wilds. (a wiser man might exercise more caution—he’s not so guarded; and maybe some part of him actively desires to test his mettle on the unknown.)

the sun has just crested the horizon when he reaches jinsyn. pale orange light catches on his silver coat and reflects off the pools of the waterfall, creating a field of morning fire. the growth of the plants around the waterfall intrigues him—while the rest of the world is still shaking off the throes of winter, here is a grove of eternal summer: jungle steam rolls hot off the surface of the water, equal parts invitation and warning. sweat-slicked from his run, and enchanted by the incongruity of the verdant springs, he collapses into an undignified heap on the banks of the falls. content, for the moment, to watch the play of the geysers in the horizontal light. he’d resume his run when the sun climbed higher: but there was no great hurry. having no sure place in doutaini came with few perks, but one, at least, was the advantage of having nowhere to be.


Rascal short and mobile but here!



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Posted 01-11-2018, 05:33 PM |
Divine
Rascal
Divine Warrior
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 135 lbs
35 ep
© sorceror
Alistar
Morning greeted him, but he slept anyway. The black knight had been up late, reckoning his way along dark forest paths, and even the dawn and the rising of the birds couldn't make him stir. He slept just under a bush, where the dew didn't drip onto him so much, snoring faintly and twitching. The sound of the waterfalls damped any other noise enough for him to only shift slightly and mumble something when a stranger intruded on his snooze.
At least, until some sixth sense jumped him into consciousness. His eyes flew open; he wasn't, one might say, paranoid, but he stirred immediately and studied the creature sitting on the opposite bank of the jungle pools.
A man with no particular uniform, or, he didn't think so. It was somewhat hard to tell from a far distance, and the fog made any particular feature of the stranger difficult to make out. Sandy hair, the knight errant thought. Lighter than his own, anyway. He shifted himself, sat up from under the bush where he had possibly been invisible, and yawned.
The other person was too far away for him to feel like it was dangerous to keep sitting on the ground. Plus, Rascal was never one to think anyone could be a danger to someone like him. He was, for better or for worse, an intimidating creature. At least, he was until he opened his mouth.
Which he did, to greet the individual, on chance that his awakening might come off as suspicious.
"Ahoy!"
A new word that he'd learned from someone who lived near the ocean. He'd wanted to use it for some days, but hadn't had a chance. The life of a wandering knight was somewhat lonely. Not by his choice, of course. He rather liked other people.
He would have offered the stranger something to eat, if he'd had anything of the sort, but was forced to make do with a broad, gap-toothed smile instead.



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Posted 01-12-2018, 04:51 PM | This post was last modified: 01-12-2018, 04:51 PM by Alistar
Divine ( Admin )
Alistar
Divine Warrior
Male, 4.00
Meso-fighter
34 in, 123 lbs
50 ep
© Ly
cradled on the grassy bank, steam from the geysers brushing warmth through his coat, he begins to drowse against his better instincts; the weight of his eyelids presses insistently down. just for a minute. a minute of rest wouldn't hurt.

ahoy!

the shout cracks, whiplike, through his catnap, a sense of alarm stinging in its aftermath. he's instantly on his feet, bright eyes straining through the mist to find the origin of the strange greeting. looking something between dazed and armed, and not a little chagrined--he should have kept better watch. granted, the coast had been clear when he'd arrived. was it reasonable to beat the brush before a nap, on the off-chance a wolf might be hiding under it like a guineafowl? "hail," he calls back, somewhat hesitantly. it's hard to tell from a distance whether the other man is smiling or baring his teeth. "am i--intruding?" the question hangs, doubt implicit in the lilt. this didn't smell like anyone's land, but then, he had been away for some time.

with the words, the last of his sleepy confusion falls away. he's only wary, now, lips pressed together in an uncertain frown, hackles shifting along his spine. the burst of the geysers nearby, a welcome hum at first, now threatens to drown out the conversation, and he does not know what to expect.


Rascal



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Posted 01-13-2018, 11:11 AM |
Divine
Rascal
Divine Warrior
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 135 lbs
35 ep
© sorceror
Alistar
His attempt to not alarm the stranger had clearly not paid off. He stayed seated, to make it obvious that he wasn't about to fight, and pondered how things could have gone wrong. Maybe arising from the bushes and announcing his presence so loudly had done it. He could probably have chosen a better option. What, he didn't know; it wasn't as if he had known the other man was there when he was waking up.
Oh well.
"Intruding?"
What did that word mean? He broke it down, decided it didn't really matter, and shook his head.
"Nope."
Clearly, whatever it was, the answer was no. None of his experience or his readings - on any subjects, whether martial arts or chivalry or the philisophicals - had suggested that one could intruding on a bunch of bushes and a waterfall and a pool. No, it definitely was not.
"My name's Rascal," he offered, in a further attempt to be friendly. "Knight of Divine. Who are you?"
It was hard to see many details about the stranger from his position, seated on the opposite bank so as not to appear any more threatening. It could be that he was in a different pack or none at all. Rascal had never really cared all that much about such things, if he was honest; he mostly added in his status because it seemed to matter to Lunafer. He would have been a knight regardless of pack. It was, he'd been told in a distant past, his calling in life.
It was better to be one with a yellow star on the armor than it would be to have nowhere to call home, he supposed.
He wished, not for the first or last time, that he had thought to bring along anything to eat. Maybe it was all well and good for knights errant to survive on roots and berries and rainwater, but bread and wine made it easier to convince strangers that he wasn't a threat. Something to consider for later. Much later. He was a long way from home and had no plans to go back in the next weeks; he was questing, not just on a short walk in the woods.



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