A Horse by Any Name...Will Still Dislike Me Just as Much

Fela decides that she needs a means of transportation and for some reason thinks buying a horse would be a good idea, things don't always turn out the way we plan though.

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

A Horse by Any Name...Will Still Dislike Me Just as Much

Postby Fela Meason on September 28th, 2011, 2:59 am

2nd Day of Fall, 511 AV

OOCThis thread is open by the way. I ran out of room in the title. As always this invitation is open to both players and mods alike.

Syna was shining brightly through the storms today. Rain came down in floods with patches of bright sunlight bleeding through to warm the hearts of everyone down below, or at least that's what Fela was thinking that day as she walked out her front door and headed for the Bizarre. She had worked all summer to earn her keep and it was time for her to enjoy some of it.

The bag of coins jingled in her pocket and made a gentle music to which her steps paraded down the street. With each clink she took a step, soon developing a rhythm for her feet with a quick step every fourth. A childish smile spread across her face at such a simple act but even knowing how silly she looked she did not stop. Her jovial spirit only gave her cause to further exaggerate her steps down the street. The towns people all cast looks her way, some not a friendly as she would have liked. She met every smile or frown with a grin unmatched by any jester and even gave some a small bow and a sweep of her arms.

A few chimes later she arrived at the bizarre and opened the doors to the magical land that lay beyond. She always loved coming to shop, the tall ceilings and stretching floors were a source of wonder for her. She could spend days wandering from stall to stall and not see all there was to see.

Fela stood in the doorway and simply stared. She took in all the sights, sounds and smells all at once and let her eyes glaze over in pleasure. She pondered to herself how she could have loathed shopping as intensely as she did at one point in her life, now the entire experience seemed magical.

The hopes of seeing a familiar face also added to the wonderment of the place. Her loneliness had been eating at her since she dreamt of Salida. No matter of ale had been able to wash away the hole in her heart. Fela's smile faltered for a moment as she remembered her past but was soon replaced with her friendly grin once again.
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Postby Fela Meason on October 11th, 2011, 2:16 am

2nd Day of Fall, 511 AV

Fela scented the air flaring her nostrils. The mixture of food and goods created an amalgamation of sensations which sent her head spinning. Freshly baked breads to her right hung heavy on the air and drew her near. Each loaf had the appearance of mutton legs. Fela raised one eyebrow at the strange sight, she had seen many food based illusions in the city but bread disguised as meat was a first for her.

She sampled the air again and sure enough her nose had not been misleading her, the table in front of her was indeed covered in fresh baked bread. Fela dug in her bag and flipped two copper Mizas at the stall owner. The young man caught the coins and pocketed them with a nod. Their silent transaction complete Fela grabbed a loaf and tore off a piece as she wandered further into the bizarre.

The soft buttery taste was like heaven to her taste buds. Her first meal of the day, much better than jerked beef no matter how spiced it was. Ahead the soft sounds of animals could be heard. Her typical flighty smile occupied her face again as she wandered towards the sound. Standing several feet away she could clearly make out the small wooden cages housing all sorts of exotic birds and small mammals.

Bright colors zoomed around one cage that upon further inspection seemed to house tiny birds no bigger than her tiny fist. Fela approached the stall and offered a pinch of her bread to the tiny beasts. The soft scrap of boots on the floor alerted her to the presence of the shop owner.


May I help you miss? Fela raised her mismatched eyes at his inquiry and took in his appearance. Fine lines from years in the sun lined his good natured face. Stark black hair with a single grey streak stood away from his head in a bushy halo which framed his angular pale face.

Fela straightened her back and looked around the stall before answering.
Simply looking sir. Do you have anything larger perhaps? A beast of burden if you would?

She had no idea what she had thought about it, but Fela felt an urge to travel. The random idea teased her brain, the idea that any journey would be better suited if not done on foot.
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Postby Laute on October 20th, 2011, 2:04 am

Rain. He disliked days like this, when the downpour was heavy and constant. Scents washed away, prey disappeared, and his fur, thick and long, grew damp and heavy. The droplets clung to his coat, hidden between the layers of hair, and he drew his wings around him tighter, closer. His feet were completely soaked, the puddles drowning them with each step he took.

Behind him, his slave fared no better. Her cloak wasn't waterproof and already soaked as they traversed the desolate streets. Silently she trod on, following him as quickly as she could with nary a complaint. His brother had some ability in picking a slave, at least. She had followed him this far, after all.

Approaching the large building that housed the markets, Laute paused for a moment outside. It didn't seem as impressive as others claimed it to be, a large box more than anything else. A little worn, even.

The interior dispelled his doubts. The stalls stretch beyond his sights, up and forward, left and right. Smells mixed, scents of perfumes and spiced meats, of freshly baked breads and sweet snacks. The colours were a spectrum, some stalls draped in bright, flashy materials, others a more humble, dark colour.

Allowing himself a small smile, Laute waded through the throngs of people as they converged in the small avenues and paths that crisscrossed between the blocks of shops. Taller than most people, his head stuck out above the swarm, allowing him to see the wares on display with ease. At one stall, legs of meat hung, some appearing to run as a customer approached. Another, small toys stood, children fighting to grab the object of their desire.

Slightly penned in as he moved, he gave a grunt of annoyance. Turning left, he went down a slightly less-traveled path. Pausing at one booth, he perused the books there. A towering bookshelf stood in the center, row after row filled. Opening one book, he gave a sharp intake of air as the words appeared to swim in front of him. An illusion of the ocean appeared on that page, fish and coral clear through the pages. Salty air hit him and he closed it with a slam.

He hated the ocean.

Near him, his slave was looking at her own book, eyes wide in delight as an a pair of macaws appeared to fly out of the pages. Bright feathers floated down as they flew up, disappearing into small balls of light. The plump shopkeeper, slightly nervous of Laute's monstrous form, approached his slave with a smile.

"Interested in anything?" she asked, wringing her hands as she did. Motherly in her mannerisms, small crinkles appearing on her face when she smiled, her eyes held a cunning that belied her age.

Eyeing the book in his hands with distaste, Laute dropped the book and departed. Behind him, he could hear his slave make an apologetic noise before chasing after him. No doubt, she had a slight reprimand in her expression at his actions.

He paid her no heed, moving to the next place to catch his curiosity. Hearing the baying of dogs and the soft click of claws, he followed his senses. His horse was a steadfast beast, strong and durable, but his slave knew little of its upkeep and he even less. The shopkeeper here could help with that.

Voices emerged as he approached the stall, the man Laute was looking for already engaged in conversation. As he waited, he looked at the cages, inspecting the beasts inside.
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Postby Fela Meason on November 2nd, 2011, 2:51 am

2nd Day of Fall, 511 AV

Fela watched as the shop keep's eyes lit up at her question. Yes miss...yeeesss. He drew out the words as if it was a grand and wonderful mystery that few others were privileged to know. He stood up straight and motioned for her to follow him. Fela straightened her own spine and took a step backwards and away from the table, pivoting on her heel she discovered two things: One, her nose was inches away from a broad chest. And two, the owner of the chest was much taller than her and much more intimidating.

Fela flared her nostrils at the new comer and took and instinctive step backwards bumping into the shop keeps table. His scent was not unpleasant, but exotic. A scent she had never encountered before. Pushing those thoughts aside Fela opened her eyes and finally took in the appearance of the creature standing before her. Like watching a glass fall from a tall shelf she was unable to look away at the thing before her that both frightened and intrigued her. Like the glass she craved to know the end result of the action...her nearly stumbling into this creatures lap would have an outcome and she was curious as to what it would be.

She was certain he was male, built like a human, he was covered in bluish-black fur that looked soft to the touch. Large leathery wings surrounded his body tightly shielding most of it from view, only small tufts of fur poked out from around the sides. Fela felt the fear drain out of her as her own inquisitive nature took root. She could not help herself as she continued to stare. After several more chimes past by she finally found her voice.


I'm sorry Sir...I did not see you standing there. She extended a hand questioningly towards him. I am Fela. Normally the cat would have been more careful around a stranger, but the strangeness of this one was too much for her to ignore. She had to know more about him.
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Postby Laute on November 2nd, 2011, 4:51 pm

Silver and golden gilded bird cages hung around his head, the small avians chattering excitedly around him. Bemused, he paused to look at a pair of white doves, cooing softly as they ruffled their feathers. Nearby, a hawk sat on perch, one foot tethered down, focused entirely on the smaller birds nearby.

Hearing a small bump below, he looked down to see a tiny red head move away from him. As small as his slave, he had to tilt his head down to see her face clearly. Brown and black spots lightly coloured her lips, standing out from her fair skin. Odd but he had seen stranger female fashions.

Inhaling, her scent rang familiar to him. Not fully human, not fully wild, it was a blend of two worlds. Her eyes opened then, mirroring her scent in their contrast, the ocean and the earth held within them. Strange, but familiar as well. Breathing her in once more, he mapped it with the other scents stored in his memory.

She wasn't human. No, she was one of those shapeshifters, the Kelvics as they were called. An animal in the form of a human. Looking at her once again, he eyed her carefully--she was more powerful than her appearance indicated.

How curious. There was no need to hunt her, he had his fill of Kelvic flesh, but figuring out what animal she was kept him in his spot. A predator, a prey? Large or small? Colouring were clues, so the dark flames in her hair could be the shade of her fur. A fox then? A hawk?

As she stared at him, her scent changed, growing from fearful to calm. Her hand stretched to him and he stared at for a moment, not remembering what it entailed. His slave behind him, hidden by the bulk of his body, gave a soft nudge in response.

Ah, yes, a handshake. Reaching out with his own hand, he wrapped his own hand around hers.

"I didn't see you either," he replied, noting the strength of her grip and the bones beneath her skin. Would there be claws in her hand, fangs in her teeth? "Laute."

He dropped his name suddenly, without any introduction, expecting her to understand. Behind him, he heard Aditi sigh softly.
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