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Posted 01-20-2018, 12:40 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

It felt like he was growing distant. Kynaios knew it, but it was hard to change. He had to steel himself for social encounters, lately, and most of the time he simply didn't bother. Occasionally, he considered going to see Ianthe or going to hang out with Carion, but those ideas always seemed to trail off before he could do anything with them. By the time evening rolled around, he was usually apathetic about it. The only ones, really, he felt guilty about avoiding were the youngest members of his family. He told himself they were busy doing puppy stuff, getting into trouble, causing mischief, being threatened to become ingredients in one of the resident apothecary's potions, presumably. A grumpy uncle would spoil the mood. But, still, he knew family meant a lot to Otto. Probably Síomha, too, although she was more independent than her brother.

Which was why, in the end, Kynaios finally seized the initiative one fine spring morning, found his niece before she found something else to do, and invited her along on a field trip. Just the two of them, for a little lesson in hunting in and tracking. Being the independent sort, she needed to learn the essential skills first, and she'd probably appreciate the adventure. And he would, he reasoned, appreciate her company. Which he did, he soon realized. As they made their way to the Crimson Meadows, Kynaios was trying to be entertaining. "Alright," he said, "I've got another one. What belongs to you, but is used more by other people?" He glanced down at her, grinning. He wasn't usually a fan of riddles, but usually because he didn't have the patience to think them through. Síomha, he could only hope, enjoyed them more. If not, bugging her with one would certainly entertain him.

They had just crossed into the meadow, and the sun was bright but still low in the sky, and the earth was still cool. The frost was starting to melt, turning into a low-hanging mist. Songbirds were rioting in the blue sky, and butterflies and bees were sunning themselves, warming up in anticipation for the rest of the day. The meadows smelled vibrant and loamy. "Take a whiff of that," Kynaios said and took a deep breath of the cool spring air himself. The scent of flowers rode the wind from the nearby Serene Fields. But also the musk of deer and moose and boar and fox. There were faint traces of other, much smaller prey animals as well. "Anything you recognize?" He asked his niece in a light-hearted manner. After today, he hoped, she would recognize most of them.
Síomha, this took way too long my bad D:
hope u don't mind i assume she was with him etc.



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Posted 01-26-2018, 12:14 PM | This post was last modified: 02-01-2018, 01:46 PM by Síomha
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 1.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 29 in, (ADLT: 127) 72 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra
Síomha rather enjoyed the time she spent with her brother, as boring as he might've been at times, but it was all about him returning the affection. He had a harder time showing his emotions than she did herself, but that was because she was an open book that cared not to sugarcoat things for others. Truth was the best policy, that what she said.
No matter, he had a lot of things on his shoulders it would seem and even though she could see his face, she could tell he needed support.

At first, the jasper and sandstone child wasn't sure that leaving Otto was a good idea, but if one of her uncles or any other family wanted to get to know her so'more, then why would she decline the offer? She and her brother needed all the connections they could get their paws on and anyone who wanted to be with them became more precious than gold. They had walked quite a way from the Ridge, the textures underneath her paws changing, asking for the name of the place of each differing soil or foliage. Soon his answers became riddles, which she apparently was no good at, but had a smart-aleky answer of her own that always brought a laugh or two to the table. "Belongs to me but other people use it more...hm." Many a great thing belonged to her: that great smooth stone, a soft thing called a feather that she carried around so proudly, and any little critter that dared step in her den; those were all great playthings. But any of them used more by others?! Not a chance!

Her little head drummed against logical replies, trying to milk out something to say, all that works being, "The world?" After all, the answer could easily mold from figure to figure, as there is only one of them and so many in Doutaini that are not. Although she could not see her uncle, her mohawked face smiled up at him with milky shamrock eyes, one mostly hidden by the long tuft of fur layered like home.

"Take a whiff of that." Absorbing the smells of the meadows with one good sniff, there were quite a few aromas and stenches that both registered into memory and intrigued imagination. Following her uncle's unspoken instruction Síomha named all the ones she could pick up. Putting out all irrelevant things other senses informed her about out of her mind to focus on what left a trail behind. "Fox, boar, deer, maybe a field mouse; the scent is kinda old though. Then there's one that I haven't encountered before." Her faint orange features furrow in confusion before submitting into accepting having lesser knowledge that Kynaios and asking what makes such an odor and if it's something she should fret about. The jasper pup didn't stress over many things, but if she was up against something that would stomp her into a mudhole or shred her into pieces if she stepped one paw out of place, she'd like to know how to eat it first, or at least fight it. Fleeing wasn't an option very well exercised.

jasper and sandstone roar || "Fight me or obey me!" || "Why don't they fight?" || force leads to bloodshed


Kynaios

MATURE WARNING || Síomha is a character prone to snapping and cursing at people if they get too close; she is a high-risk character most of the time, so majority of her threads/posts are rated [M]



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Posted 02-09-2018, 09:14 AM |
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 1.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 29 in, (ADLT: 127) 72 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra
*Gentle bump Kynaios*

MATURE WARNING || Síomha is a character prone to snapping and cursing at people if they get too close; she is a high-risk character most of the time, so majority of her threads/posts are rated [M]



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Posted 02-10-2018, 01:14 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

"Síomha, Síomha, Síomha," he said, shaking his head. "Síomha... Síomha..... You take up a pretty big chunk of my world. But, no." Was she was picking up on his hints? He wondered with a smile. But he wasn't about to just hand out the answer.

He kept walking, escorting his bold little niece to the place where they'd pause to smell the air. He breathed in another deep breath as Síomha answered. He ticked off the scents she drummed off in his head and made a mental note of the ones they still had to cover. Fantastic Rebel senses made it easier to divide up the different shades of animal living in the world around them. "Impressive," Kynaios replied briskly. "Let's follow one for a bit and see where it takes us." He had a plan. The other animals would be introduced very soon as their scents intersected the path of.. "The mouse." He grinned, and for her benefit, his voice was thick with amusement. Obviously, it would be the toughest of the bunch to track. And arguably the more important. This would be an exercise of patience and focus. "Pick a direction and we'll head out." He wouldn't tell her if she was headed the right way or not; this was all about trial and error.

Almost wistfully, Kyn looked out across the buzzing Meadows with its puffy top of morning mist, and he wondered what a certain princess was doing now. But that thought was quickly overshadowed by the melancholia dogging his train of thought since his meeting with Vaitan, and Kynaios looked back at his young niece. He didn't want to think about anything else. Just this. He leaned toward Síomha almost conspiratorially and said: "Remember, the scent is old so keep your nose to the ground. And pay attention to the smells of the grass and dirt. Even our little friend will disturb them." And bring up different smells. But that was all the advice he would give for now. Time to let the little bird stretch her wings a bit and test her own skills.
Síomha :ooo mybad! ignore the mistakes if there are any i busted my hand the other day lol



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Posted 03-05-2018, 01:45 PM |
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 1.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 29 in, (ADLT: 127) 72 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra
Her uncle shook his head and she laughed whole-heartedly, ears folded and eyes welling with tears of giddiness as her cackles fill the air around them before she picked up the scents Kyn told her to follow. He wanted her to follow the scent trail of the rodent and like a soldier trained for this sole purpose, her sable nostrils pulled her in the direction that was the oldest.

Many differentiating stenches and aromas wafted around her nose, but she did not deter from the mouse. Her mind had not quite set away from the noises that littered the Crimson Meadows, ears shifting one way and then another, but Síomha nulled the information sent by her paws to hone her scent-picker-upper to stay on the rodent. Her dirt-dipped stubby wiggled in excitement as adrenaline wormed through her veins.

After tailing the scent for a few minutes, the mark of field mouse had grown stronger, the chittering of their tiny voices filling the air. Síomha didn't know where Uncle Kyn had gone to a "T", but he was near enough to let his scent hang around the premises. It happened spasmodically, but four little mice had tumbled over her orangey jasper paws and their pungent smell triggered the inner huntress. Jaws snapped wildly, nabbing two of the four playmates in the third swipe, trapping a third underneath her creamy underbelly that lay pressed on the meadow's voluminously plant-filled ground after so wildly biting into the abyss.

It was weird; feeling a helpless creature wriggle beneath her weight. In that moment, slightly gnawing into the squealing bodies of the mice to familiarize herself with the flavor of victory, the sandstone pre-teen wondered if that was like laying on a pup was like. "Heh heh heh," Her muzzle wrinkled into a plotting grin that bestowed empty promise " 'Baby sitting' " Cackles were muffled by the pelts of rodent, but she didn't want to lose the prize that lay just beneath her mass. "You mind getting that one?"

jasper and sandstone roar || "Fight me or obey me!" || "Why don't they fight?" || force leads to bloodshed


Kynaios

MATURE WARNING || Síomha is a character prone to snapping and cursing at people if they get too close; she is a high-risk character most of the time, so majority of her threads/posts are rated [M]



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Posted 03-06-2018, 08:31 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

“Fine work, young grasshopper,” Kyn said almost sagely. He’d kept an eye on her, following along in practiced silence. The moment she’d rained terror on the little field mice, he’d snapped his own trap, and caught any mouse that managed to escape. Only one out of four, as it so happened. He’d killed it quickly and dropped the soul-bereft body at the paws of his young niece. From there, he eyed the wriggling foot or tail or whatever it was of the third mouse trapped under her belly with a snicker. “Which one - that one? The one you’re squishing?” If that’s what she meant, he’d be happy to nab the little rodent for her while she polished off the other two. But if she meant the one he’d just retrieved, he’d leave this final wriggler for her to take care of.

“Pop quiz,” he said, whether or not he retrieved the squirming mouse for her. “How could you tell you were headed in the right direction?” A softball question for sure, but a decent place to start. Sometimes the strength of a smell was the only thing a tracker had to rely on to make sure they were headed in the right direction. Since Síomha couldn’t see any tracks, it was doubly important for her that she paid attention to such subtle nuances.
Síomha



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Posted 04-04-2018, 12:00 PM |
Síomha
Rogue
Female, 1.25
Endomorph
(ADLT: 30) 29 in, (ADLT: 127) 72 lbs
0 ep
© Kassandra

"Heh, thanks man! Yeah, that 'un. It tickles, so if you could hurry, that'd be great!"Síomha snarks through the corpses of the chanceless rodents. Her tone was proud: proud of the pair of kills she made and the trappage of a third without truly meaning to. To pull off such a trick, one must have raw talent! She could see her name, figuratively speaking of course, in bright lights: Huntress! Warrior!! Queen of the Ridge!!! Things could only go up from here, but she had to keep working hard and not let anyone best her in combat.

After Uncle Kyn snatched the wriggler out from beneath her, the jasper and sandstone child began to peer into her future, wondering if she could even live up to her personality. The smell of blood was pungent in the air when she plops down her mice, looking up into the eyes of the emptiness that was on the opposite side of her blood for an answer to her quest. "Heya, Uncle Kyn...do ya think I can be a warrior or huntress for Rebel?" She would wait for the answer before giving her own the the pop question with a confident grin."That's easy! The strength of the smell; the thicker the scent, the closer you are!"
Síomha purred, her little stumpy waggling proudly.

jasper and sandstone roar || "Fight me or obey me!" || "Why don't they fight?" || force leads to bloodshed


OOC: Sorry for the lateness! holymolythisitfrickin'terrible @[Kynaios]

MATURE WARNING || Síomha is a character prone to snapping and cursing at people if they get too close; she is a high-risk character most of the time, so majority of her threads/posts are rated [M]



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Posted 04-04-2018, 10:37 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

Kynaios grinned impishly. "Oh, it tickles?" He sat on his haunches, black tail sweeping the ground behind him in a smooth arc. His ears batted backward like a pair of triangular sails. "Maybe I'll just leave it there for a while." While she had every reason to be proud of her kills - and he was proud as well - he thought a little lighthearted goofing off wouldn't spoil the mood. Still, nothing much else could be done while she was being tickled fiercely entrapping her last catch, so Kynaios retrieved the mouse and immediately broke its neck. Efficient and clean. He noticed, however, that Síomha's attention had drifted somewhat.

While he dropped the mouse in front of her paws, he met her distant gaze briefly. Her question was rather expected after such a fine first attempt to hunt something, and he recalled another blind wolf who was among the most proficient fighters he'd ever met. He knew, of course, was that nothing was impossible. But at the same time, Kynaios frowned, unhappy with the idea of his niece shedding her blood for Rebel. Hunting and fighting were invaluable skills wherever she went, though; and he hated the thought of striking down her ambitions for no other reason than his own peace of mind. "Yes," he answered slowly. "You can be anything you want to be."

He chuckled warmly while she answered his question, and flopped down in a comfortable, unruly sprawl in the grass in front of her. "Good job. Second question - what do you think left that musty smell along the path - it was old, but it smelled a bit like a wolf, so think hard." Although he hadn't commented on it before, the scent he was referring to was that of a fox. After a lull, he said on a whim:"I know someone like you, Síomha. He kicked my ass in a fight. Maybe he could teach you a thing or two... would you like to meet him?"
Síomha no worries! xD



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