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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

Paths that Cross (Volanaro)

Postby Kalina on February 20th, 2014, 12:26 pm

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85th Day of a Winter, 513AV


The murky sea water rippled away from where it originally sat as a grey paw with golden flecks forces it's way through the top layers. The disturbance did little to affect the motion of the water itself; though in the harbour, where it was relatively still, the water still belonged to the sea, and it moved as such, particularly on a windy Winter's day, such as this one. The paw was removed quickly, however, and didn't return, as the body attached to the paw also lost its balance and also entered the water.

Kalina had been swimming once, but it had been in a much smaller lake, where the ocelot could see all around, and the bottom. It had been more of an oversized puddle to a human, but Kalina's sense of comparison was more than a little skewed, and her mind often made her exaggerate. And said exaggeration meant that the vast body of water was far too terrifying for her to want to enter... yet - and her heart stopped in fright as she pushed herself back from the edge. The little Kelvic whined as she edged back towards the edge, keeping her body low to the ground, her paws spread out, both of which acted as a strong force against the wind pushing her forward.

Her nose tipped as it reached the edge and her large, moss green eyes once again fell to gaze down at the murky water. It wasn't easy for her too look through the reflective top layer, but in some areas, where shadows fell over the water, she could see deeper. Her pupils dilated as she spotted what she was searching for and a weak growl reverberated from the back of her throat. The fish below her swimmer lazily, either unaware of the grey ocelot above, or too aware, knowing that the creature came here nigh on daily but never did anything. She had seen enough of them in the water pans on her plate to know that their eyes sat on the top of their head, so she knew they must be able to see her. The Kelvic didn't particularly understand fish, or other animals - why some were like her, and others were just animals. She didn't understand humans either, how they couldn't change to animals. But humans ate vegetables and animals... animals ate one or the other... she wondered what fish ate, if they even did.

The fish swam deeper, or away, and Kalina lost sight of it. Whining in irritation, she edged closer to the end of the wooden planks, sticking her head further over the side as she searched for the fish, or another in the water. They were hardly small, but some were camouflaged, their scales the same tone as the water. Finally, one glistened, the weak rays of the sun catching it and Kali's eyes widened again, as she began salivating. This one began to swim closer to the surface of the water, and she debated sticking her paw in again.

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Postby Volanaro on February 21st, 2014, 7:03 am

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The Winter's wind blew the hood from the Nuit's head as he approached the shores of Zeltiva. There was a soothing quality about being near the ocean, perhaps stemming from some distant memory from another life, though Volanaro never sought to question his motivations for the expeditions he took. All of unlife was simply a journey before the previous year, the events that had changed the boy's perspective on how to 'live' even whilst dead. There was reckoning to be had, goals and aspirations that only further study and understanding of his own wishes could identify. But, there was also practice to be engaged in. Centuries of existence had amounted to almost nothing, initiations wrought from the living who wished to be turned into the Dead, but the knowledge was only partially explored. In four centuries, he had only seen to a partial exploration of Reimancy, a travesty that in recent years, he had sought to compensate for.

Small, quiet footsteps tread the boy Nuit through sandy beach, the approach slow towards the shore as the boy sought to sift through the loose material of earth. It was problematic, his small, though adolescent in age, form lacking the strength to move quickly, his synchronization with the body, though far more than adequate for traversing solid earth, was lacking when treading sand. In his haste, he did not notice the ocelot until he was a distance of several meters away from it, arching his eyebrows at the unfamiliar creature as it seemed to debate entering the water. Paw in, then paw out, face inclining forward as if stalking something, then moving back. The feline was obviously looking at something of interest, likely some sort of fish. But... its hesitance was odd. And, did felines even live by the ocean? It seemed like an extremely unlikely situation, and the longer the feline stared at the ocean without action, the more suspicious it was.

Hesitation stems from self-doubt. Self-doubt is an intelligent notion... It was a strange thing and uncertain to be sure, but it allowed the boy Nuit to make certain assumptions. An intelligent being in the form of an animal was either a Morpher or a Kelvic. And, for some reason, Volanaro doubted the former. Perhaps it was because a Morpher was likely more intelligent than this. A Kelvic? Well, I think I'll put on a little show. A grin materialized upon the Nuit's lips as he envisioned his idea coming to light. It was a simple process, really, though it required a fine sense of control. Volanaro sat himself down, to maximize his concentration and cease the flow of his djed. His eyes closed for a moment as he opened his palms, the crimson miasma that was his Res in gaseous form materializing.

He was a total of five meters from the Kelvic, hoping that his approach had been silent, hoping that the wind, which blew from the sea and into their direction, re-directed his scent so that the Kelvic would not notice him. It wouldn't be fun is it found out his plot before it was done. The Res gathered together in front of his body, slowly condensing into the form of a solid ball. After the solid form was realized, he pressed a hand forward, making physical contact with the ball. The physical contact afforded him far greater control, his other hand moving forward as well, physically sculpting the Res to a rough approximation of a feline's head. It was rudimentary, to say the least, but he manipulated it further with his mind, making the Res ball smaller, more concentrated to approximate the size of the ocelot's own head.

The Nuit willed the Res forward, rolling it into the ocean itself, waves sloshing against the concentration of thickened crimson miasma. Volanaro willed the Res figurine of a feline's head to Magnetize the water, coating the crimson Res, clouding its colouration by refracting light as the thing traveled through the water, sloshing over the remnants of tide. Volanaro scooted forward in the sand as the control needed to become more precise, bringing his body a total of three meters away from the ocelot. The travel stopped immediately in front of the feline, the watery feline head lacking defined features, much like the Res itself, but it was... at the least, adequate. It would, if intelligent as he suspected, be able to discern that it was a feline, at the very least. Ocelot specific features were not imprinted onto the Res, much less the water.

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Postby Kalina on February 25th, 2014, 7:00 pm

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Slowly, the ocelot lowered her paw back into the waters. The cool liquid, barely heated by the weak rays of the sun each day during the winter season, clung to her fur and caressed the hard pads underfoot. She shuddered a little; though her paw had already entered the water once, the low temperature was not a pleasant experience for the feline who preferred warmer climates. The disturbance on the water caused the ocelot’s sight on the fish to disappear once again, but she was also aware that the disturbance would also scatter any swimming prey, skittish as they were. Now, she was just watching them, and testing the waters, as it were. But she knew that if she were to seriously attempt to catch one of the delectable creatures, she would need to be much faster, and probably have a better vantage point than the one that she had now.

Night will be best,” is occurred to the small predator as she pulled out her paw once again and shuffled backwards on the dock planks a little, so that she wasn’t as close to the edge, against the strong winds pushing her forwards. “’Cause then the light from the sun won’t disturb me… can see better then. Maybe fishes are like humans too, they can’t see good at night.

She whined as she lowered herself to lie down on the wooden planks, and she rolled so that she was on her side, tail spread behind her as the end flicked lightly, and one front paw rested over the edge of the docks. She wondered vaguely if her Master would appreciate the gift of a fish; it had been the first thing that he had ever bought her, that day he bought her from the Kelvic Research Institute. She knew, from then, that he also ate fish, though he liked his cooked. Amelia, Kalina knew, did not appreciate presents from the young Kelvic, though Kali sometimes suspected that that was more down to her not liking rats… But her Master was always so busy now, always off doing something that did not involve her. As such, Kalina barely saw him, and she was left alone, left to her own devices. Which was often why the workers at the docks saw the small grey feline sat on the planks, staring aimlessly into the water. She wondered if the man was angry at her, she wondered if she had done something to upset him, though she could not think what. She wondered if the gift of a fish would please him.

The wind continued to blow and the grey ocelot caught onto the scent of something… different. Humans, she was used to, and she initially thought that was what it was, but there was something more pungent about the smell, almost like a carcass. It was the necrotising flesh, a smell that she was now very familiar with, having been hunting enough, that caused her eyes to dilate once more. Before she could look around, however, something floated up from depths of the water, and she cocked her head to the side as she stared as the moving shape that had caught her eye. Awkwardly, she rolled over again so that she was lying on her stomach, giving her a better vantage point to peer into the water. Expecting a fish, she was more than intrigued when she noticed that it was larger than any fish she had ever seen, and she suddenly wished that it was night, when her eyesight was just a little bit more precise.

The object rose out of the water, or… Kalina stared… it was the water. But the water was moving, in an odd fashion, in comparison to how it normally did. And it… it looked like her, in a way. A reflection, but one that the water was actually mimicking. “
What?" She asked herself blankly as, for the third time, she dabbed at the cold water in an effort to discover what, exactly, she was seeing.
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Postby Volanaro on April 9th, 2014, 2:12 am

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Bright laughter escaped the Nuit's lips as he watched the little feline's reaction to the water bubbling up and taking form in front of her. The distraction immediately triggered a lack of focus, the bulges within the Res immediately collapsing, the liquid dispelling within the water, becoming amorphous and twisted. Stirring in the liquid, the crimson res began to break apart entirely, dissolving by Volanaro's will into a paste, then a gas, a breath filling the Nuit's lungs, unnecessary but habitual in practice with magic. With the breath, the Res seemed to expand, parting in the water before an idea struck him.

A kitty... kitties are light, right? They're small... maybe, just maybe, I can have some fun!

A grin marked the Nuit's features as he focused the gas underneath the ocelot, spinning it beneath the Kelvic's body as he forced it upwards. As the Res began to gain momentum, he willed transmutation to occur.

Air!

The word was gleefully shouted in the Nuit's mind, his arms rising above his head as the Res converted beneath the water into rising air. If the Kelvic did nothing to avoid the rush, the force of the air would carry her upwards, the Nuit rising from his place in the sand, a bright smile gracing his features.

Thoughts raced in his skull, the Nuit curious in regards to the little toy. It was a cursory approval, Volanaro amused by the little being, wonder abound in his features as he attempted to divine what she was, to be absolutely certain. A Kelvic was more than intriguing, their abilities limited to what they could shift into, if he was correct in his knowledge. But, if she was a morpher! A morpher with the fear of water? A morpher insecure about the sea? Perhaps scarred by its power? Fearing the fish within? What was it that caused it to hesitate? Countless questions filled the child Nuit's mind, each seeking a different and almost immediate answer, though the being in his presence had no way of answering them in her animal form. Unless she could talk!

Was she able to talk as an animal? Or did she need to revert? More questions! Basic understanding was lost upon the Nuit, his wonder abound in his skull as he sat closer to the shores of the sea, wet sand beginning to cling to the hem of his robes before he sat himself down upon the floor. Concern was nil for the state of the robes, care for the garment, already worn by the test of time, negligible. He could always purchase another set, if he wished to. Or simply brush the garment clean of filth with a gust of air, much like, though less powerful than the one that he had targeted the Kelvic with.

"Hello!" The Nuit called out, a vibrant smile gracing his features, seeking to make conversation with the Kelvic that he had targeted. He wanted to play, but learning was just as fun. It was a game, a quest, even, for information, to fill another part of the Nuit's ever-present desire to expand his knowledge, which was limited to the magical arts that he treasures so dearly. Self-tutelage, for the Nuit had never harboured a master. He was left alone to wander a world that was so foreign to him, though he did so happily. It was, after all, a quest.

"Change back into a person! I know you're not an animal... You can't be. At least, I don't think you are! Prove me right! Volanaro always likes to be right!"

The command was set in a giddy tone, amusement so present in the Nuit's mind that his hands began to shake, pleasure stemming from the cast Reimancy flowing down his spine, filling his mind with vibrant desire and a budding clarity. His gaze, cast about the water surrounding the ocelot, sharpened, fixating itself directly upon it, his feet strung out in front of him, tapping up and down in a rhythmic, alternating beat.

"I wanna play. Kitties like to play... I think. If not, then I'll teach you how to play."


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