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Posted 01-25-2018, 06:53 PM | This post was last modified: 01-25-2018, 06:54 PM by Rascal
Divine (Site Helper)
Rascal
Divine Warrior
Male, 3.25
Endomorph
37 in, 135 lbs
65 ep
© sorceror
Quilla Lunafer

i made a new thread i hope its cool ^^
This was fine. Recruiting was not his favorite activity, but helping other people was supposed to be his job, and what better way to do that than to take them to his leader? Maybe, in the end, they would pick somewhere else, but it was something for him to do, and it seemed as if Lunafer approved of it. A hands-off approach left Rascal shifting himself for thing to do, more often than not, but he was always amenable to making new friends.
This particular new friend was somehow different from the others; more like his zombie already than like Alistar or Zinna. Well maybe not quite like her. She was like his sister in many ways, when he saw her. A much, much younger sibling. Quilla, after some hours of walking and talking, was not exactly like that.
It was mildly confusing, but not enough so that he felt like it was necessary to mention it. For some reason, the new emotion was a little embarrassing. He kept it to himself and prattled about birds and insects and rabbits, instead, describing the different species that lived in the woods and fields in loving detail. When there were animals to talk about, there was always something to fill the silence. He felt somewhat like it might become awkward if he stopped chattering.
So he didn't, really, the entire four hour walk back, except to smell the ground and backtrack on his own journey. It had taken him much longer to walk to the woods than it did to walk away; he'd been distracted more than once by interesting things to look at. This time, he resisted the urge to study springtime bird's nests or interesting tracks in muddy ground, with the result that the tall walls of the cove finally hove into view sometime in the evening.
"We're here," he announced, inserting an excess of good cheer into his tone, to compensate for a faint new stab of nerves. What if she didn't like it? It seemed unlikely. Everyone like his home; the impregnable fortress and its friendly villagers were impossible to dislike. Still, perhaps the ocean that roared just out of sight wasn't everyone's cup of tea. Or, maybe, she had planned on going somewhere else.
It occurred to him that he could attempt to escort her, but, maybe, Lunafer would have some other job for him.
He called for his monarch anyway. What would happen would happen, he supposed.
"So," he said, to fill the time, "Do you like clams? There are different kinds, here. One is very large and white, and one is small and purple. There are more of the purple kind."
It didn't cross his mind that his natural history might become boring after several hours. Then, suddenly, it did, and he lapsed into a confused and immediately slightly awkward silence.



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Posted 01-26-2018, 07:55 PM | This post was last modified: 01-26-2018, 07:56 PM by Quilla
Quilla
Rogue
Female, 3.00
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
0 ep
© Noon
ooc: Sure! I will just keep things a little vague about Quil's pack since her pit thread isn't finished.

The walk was farther than she had expected, but Quilla didn't even realize it until her escort announced their arrival and her eyes met the sunset wash of his home. This was one of her favorite parts of travel; spending time with locals, savoring bits of dialect they did not recognize as regional, picking apart clues of their culture. She wondered if Rascal's intense interest in the local animals was part of Doutaini life or a particular quirk of his own, and she leaned heavily toward the latter. From time to time, she would insert her own observations from her life of travel. There was hardly a climate she had not seen and a menagerie of odd creatures to fill each, though she had not been half the student Rascal seemed to be. If only she had a feather from that massive condor that had boldly guarded his carrion as the Family traversed a canyon, but that was miles ago when she was no more than a pup. It had looked like a mythical beast then, so much larger than the dirty, playful vagrant girl.

“It's fantastic! she breathed, uncharacteristically hushed in her awe of the Divine homeland. Even standing beyond the gate as an outsider, always an outsider, she was impressed. “It's like nothing I've ever seen, and I have seen a lot.” Her tail whisked behind her, stirring swirling patterns in the sandy soil, joyfully independent of her conscious mind. Ever curious, she investigated ahead of him. And then behind him. And around him. She was a satellite to the dark knight, bending to lap at a faintly salt touched puddle, sniffing an unfamiliar spring flower, stretching to gaze deeper into the twilight fortress, but never straying too far from her guide. From time to time, her yellow eyes found him, bright with a smile that was grateful and excited and, she hoped, reassuring. Through the occasional, short lapse in their conversation, Quilla could sense her new friend's uncertainty. Maybe he would feel more settled back in his own territory, but a part of her was overcurious of his inner thoughts and motivations. She was considering what sort of charmingly awkward response a little prodding might get her when he mentioned the native delicacies.

“Shut up,” she said stopping in her tracks to look at him with absolute earnestness. Her eyes were round, dark lips parted in a snapshot expression of surprise before she broke into an excited prance. “The purple ones?! I haven't had them since I was a little girl!” She circled Rascal in what could only be described as a happy dance, swinging her hindquarters into his in a celebratory hip bump. “We've been walking East for longer than I can remember, but I remember how much I loved those salty little things before we moved on from the sea. I'm allowed to have some? Your head hoss don't mind?”



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Posted 01-27-2018, 06:10 AM |
Divine (Site Helper)
Lunafer
Divine Alpha
Intersex, 6.00
Meso-runner
35.00 in in, 114.00 lbs lbs
386 ep
© Sylvirr
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Posted 02-08-2018, 06:06 PM |
Divine (Site Helper)
Lunafer
Divine Alpha
Intersex, 6.00
Meso-runner
35.00 in in, 114.00 lbs lbs
386 ep
© Sylvirr
[sorry for the delay~!]


His arrival is a bit more delayed than usual, though perhaps this is because of his habit of ruminating too long on things unworthy of the time. He lopes across the sand, a gait most graceful in a manner that regards him as being at home here among the shore, and his smile deepens--if ever so slightly-- as Rascal comes into view with... a friend?
"Merry meet! Welcome home, Rascal. I see you've brought a friend? It's a pleasure to meet you." He lightly dips his head towards Quilla, his expression unfaded. Pleasant, warm, there is a subtle but distinct warmth that seems to radiate from him, despite his appearance seeming frosted, as if tipped in ice. "I am Lunafer. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" He sits, comfortable, lowering his frame to the sand and relaxing, a gentle glow humming from the pearlescent and golden gem nestled about the fur at his throat. Laced and held there with stardust, the gem has as of late taken on a shape that seems to mimic the glittering star so etched into Hotaru's Divine willow.
"Forgive my lateness, I was....mildly preoccupied. Please, come, the both of you must b weary. Have a rest and tell me of your travel." And with that, he gestures onwards, towards the Coves' innards, a clear invitation.

Rascal Quilla











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Posted 02-11-2018, 10:46 AM |
Divine (Site Helper)
Rascal
Divine Warrior
Male, 3.25
Endomorph
37 in, 135 lbs
65 ep
© sorceror
Quilla Lunafer
He wasn't tired; he was used to traveling, but having Lunafer interrupt a confused explanation of the purple clams - these were very small, and not really worth trying to eat; she must be confused about the species - was welcome enough. He closed his mouth, opened it again, and then shrugged at his new friend and followed. There would be no further need to explain the clams, he guessed. Instead he embarked on a rapid explanation of his latest journey.
"Yes, I was out in the woods and there was a spider.."
He hadn't started in the woods. He changed tactics to go to the beginning.
"I mean, I left here and went to the woods. To wait for quests. Anyway, there was a spider and I knocked it off her back, and - it was fine I didn't kill it - I think she is looking for breakfast."
So was he. His stomach growled. He hesitated, realizing that it probably sounded a bit silly. Spiders weren't scary, and yet she had somehow been terrified of the small one he'd seen. He didn't want Lunafer to think she was easy to scare.
"The spider was big," he offered, helpfully. "Like a, um, a monster. I bet a wizard made it. It was scared of me."
The idea that a spider might not be scared of Quilla but would have run off away from him seemed, on the surface, to be a bit unlikely, but it was best to not explain further. If Lunafer thought about it, he might assume that it had something to do with his knightly prowess, or something. Or maybe his leader wouldn't bother asking more questions. Few people did.
"Her name is Quillla," he offered, in a further, slightly desperate attempt to be helpful, and fell silent as the ocean's sound started to get louder in the background and the cove opened up in front of them. The afternoon sun soaked into his shoulders. He tried not to immediately yawn.



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Posted 02-12-2018, 09:41 PM |
Quilla
Rogue
Female, 3.00
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
0 ep
© Noon
The blustery night Quilla had arrived to Doutaini was a fuzzy memory. She had been exhausted, not to mention a little shell shocked to be without the comfort of the cult culture in which she had been raised. She had remembered Rascal and the kind girl with food and the frightening power of the rain maker and this otherworldly shimmer of some other. Quil chalked the last one up to pure exhaustion until the land's ruler came loping into view. Beautifulhandsome, she thought the words together and returned the Alpha's grin brightly as he approached. Her sunshine eyes traced his details, as much a tourist of people as she was of so many new lands, and her gaze lingered curiously on the gem nestled on his chest. It was like the one that stood out so starkly against the darkness of Rascal's chest.

Tail waving a little lower out of respect but no less enthusiasm, Quilla started to answer the kind greeting only to hear the daring recount from her escort. One notched ear cocked forward, she listened. Her eyes widened at the description of the spider, muzzle parting in a dark circle of surprise. He said it was little! She didn't have long enough to give herself the willies thinking about it, though. Her curious gaze shifted to Lunafer, the dark flair of one brow cocked.

“You guys have wizards?” she followed up, ten shades of serious. “Killer. I met some Shamans once about a month West of here, but they wouldn't show outsiders their magic.” One unfortunate side effect of her unusual upbringing was a moderate ignorance of norms. Quilla had no cultural compass. She had indeed once met some rather surly old males who had described themselves as Shamans, part of a particularly tribal pack that leaned heavily on their elders for rituals and rites. As far as Quilla knew, these wizards were just another cultural anomaly in a land where magic and gods were quite real. However, her response did, to some degree, make Lunafer appear the only one of their group with all his puzzle pieces.

“Quil Beltran,” she expounded on Rascal's greeting, shaking off their combined weirdness with warmth. “The pleasure is all mine, mister.” She started forward with the native males, unable to keep her eyes on the ground in front of her. Her gaze wandered as if she wanted to look at it all at once. This place was beautiful. “Thank you for letting me see your home. Your valiant man here told me how kind your people are. That's not as common as it should be. I hope were not keeping you from anything important.”
Lunafer Rascal



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