Beaut, Meeting The eyes of A Serpent [Tazi]

While on the hunt Xen encounters another stranger.

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Beaut, Meeting The eyes of A Serpent [Tazi]

Postby Xen on July 25th, 2014, 10:03 pm

Beaut, Meeting Eyes of A Serpent
Summer 10, 514 A.V.

Xen could hear the disdain in her voice; myrian’s were not one’s to openly display gratitude it seemed. Yet there remained a question, why was Tazi so close to Zinrah—constrictor territory? If found they would kill her, surely. Xen devours the last piece of his strip as he goes over the actions he could take in the current situation. A, he could leave her here as she had food, shelter and his scent within this place would mask her scent from the constrictors. B, he could guide her away from Zinrah but doing so in this storm he would cause disaster to fall upon Tazi and himself. The likelihood of this place flooding was high also, seeing as they were awfully close to the Kandukta Basin; he could smell the rushing water.

Then there was plan C: where he would provide Tazi with momentary shelter at his home but that would be risky, extremely so. The constrictors would not take too kindly to him bringing a myrian to Zinrah—they were an intolerant bunch when it came to anything pertaining to myrian’s and with good reason. However with the current affliction upon Zinrah, he should be able to sneak her in and pass by the guards without trouble. Xen’s sighs for a moment; he still had a duty to fulfill despite all this. He could not openly reveal his nest to Tazi; neither could he grant her the privilege of knowing the path to it.


There has to be a way to preserve a life and Zinrah’s secrecy,” Xen thought with a tinge of haste upon his mind.


A bolt of lightning snaps in the sky above Xen: the sound being reminiscent to that of a whip violently flexing its body in the wind. He had to think of something before the storm commences its violent work. The winds intensity had already increased and the leaves were dancing in the air outside the shelter. These factors that stood against him in the moment were indeed bothersome and all seemed to compel him to leave Tazi behind—self-preservation announces itself. Xen found his being fighting against his instincts: an internal battle of which seemed perpetual in nature.


“What bringss you within consstrictor territory? Thiss curiosity of mine sstemss from my concern for your life, Tazi.”


The indigo: a deep and dark purple, within Xen’s eyes seemed to glow within the cavern and in his predatory gaze remained genuine concern. Xen was not a cruel dhani; his habits were closer to that of a serpent: one simple and watchful of things. When conveying his veracity to someone that person will have no problem understanding his nature. Xen sat in silence for a chime before announcing his name to Tazi.


“I’m Xen; it iss good to meet you, Tazi.”
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Beaut, Meeting The eyes of A Serpent [Tazi]

Postby Tazi on July 28th, 2014, 5:56 pm

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Tazi had fueled the fire with a bit more shavings from their tree cavern before setting the meat over the fire. Sure, she was a Myrian and could eat these bits raw; however, if she had the time to make a fire and cook the meat, she would do it. Somewhere in her, she was still a civilized, strange Myrian. Idly she rotated it in a very smooth manner, once in a while looking up at the serpent. The flames licked what little juices came dripping out of the three morsels she had managed to fit on her stick. They other three sat on the rock. She had already decided she would wrap them up in something and take them with her on her journey. Where she was going, she did not know. Without a home or a purpose, she was not necessarily sure what to do other than aimlessly wander.

The lightening struck her from her thoughts as the little cavern briefly lit up with white light. Then it became dark again minus the few little flicks of orange flame that rose from her cook fire. Pulling the meat from the fire, she pinched at it. The outsides were charred where she had allowed it to hang too long over the open flame while some spots were under cooked. The whole thing was still relatively raw, minus the few spots of char, but this did not seem to phase her. Plucking the first bit of meat off the stick, she sunk her teeth into the muscle. While she chewed on half of this morsel, she spiraled the other two pieces over the fire, hoping to make them slightly more done than the one she was working on. Once she got that bit down, she popped the other half into her mouth and continued working on cooking.

"I have...business outside of jungle." Not entirely the truth, not entirely a lie either. She did not want to tell him she had been scorned by her society, her name slandered in the streets until she was forced to leave. This was the first conversation she had had since she left Taloba 10 days ago. Now, she was on the constrictor side of the jungle. Her heart fell. For some reason she thought she had been going further north than that.

"Why concern for me?" Tazi questioned in a monotonic tone. There was no malice or love in her voice, just plain curiosity. Why would a Dhani be interested in her safety? It seemed very strange indeed, especially since her own people did not giving a petch about her safety. Xen. So the serpent had a name. It was short and easy to pronounce, which seemed incredibly odd for one of his breed. Didn't they have lots of hissing involved in their names? Maybe she had been wrong and those were only the seasoned warriors she encountered from her military years.

"Xen. Thank you. For shelter. For food. For concern. You not constrictor? You so...small."

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Beaut, Meeting The eyes of A Serpent [Tazi]

Postby Xen on July 31st, 2014, 11:38 pm

Beaut, Meeting Eyes of A Serpent
Summer 10, 514 A.V.

This naïveté would be his downfall someday.

Xen found Tazi’s words to be a bit strange; why would a myrian want to leave Falyndar and their home? The city or village myrian’s called home, he knew not its name but he had an idea as to where it could be. The trips he’s taken pass the Kandukta Basin and their constant presence within the untamed depths of Falyndar beyond it, allowed him to notice how their numbers increased once you reached a certain point in the jungle. It took him a while to come to understand the constrictors and why they hardly ever went beyond the limits of the Kandukta Basin—he learned the hard way.

However, basking in newfound knowledge and experience Xen wasn’t blinded by foolishness, as he was before, and now avoids venturing into myrian territory when he could. Then there was this question presented before him; why did he feel concerned for Tazi? Xen knew of the animosity between the constrictors and myrian’s, it consumed him also like a virus it spread throughout his body and to his very core. The myrian’s only fueled this animosity with the killing of constrictors—many, many constrictors. These savages almost succeeded in taking his and his family’s life eight years ago and from that moment on he hated them…deeply.

Yet now a myrian sat before him: whom he helped find shelter and obtain food, oh irony.

The focus, or a part of his peoples hatred—Tazi, asked why he was concerned for her well-being and he could not give her a crooked answer. Xen inhales through his nostrils and exhales through them—he had to answer. The fate of the world or more like his world in Zinrah seemed to fall upon his shoulders, as his mind formulated an answer for Tazi. He had helped her escape the storm somewhat and intended to leave her behind within it but there lied many aspects in the world that he could not understand or deny and as of now, Fate was the one at power. Xen couldn’t understand the reasoning of the gods, why would they task him with such a test?

There was a part of him that sought to preserve life and another; however dormant, that wished to consume it.

Xen would have to choose between his nest and a soul: a life that the gods seemingly did not want him to abandon. So… he would choose both. He would preserve the secrecy of his nest by keeping the path to it secure while preserving Tazi’s life as best as he could even if he inherits the constrictors disdain. If there was a god of goodness, mercy and life—he could use his or her blessing right now and onwards.


“The constrictors rule this part of jungle and would kill you, if they found you.” Xen pauses with his words carrying a hint of sorrow.

“The jungle, its giant beasts and the storms will ensure your demise in your travels, Tazi. And once you leave this jungle a vast, mountainous expanse as equally dangerous as the jungle awaits you. You’re welcome but are you certain that you are ready to leave the jungle, your home?”


Xen hoped that his companion would rethink her decision and gives things more thought. If she decided to go back home then that would be a plus also. However, Xen did not know Tazi’s circumstances and if she could not go back home then he would have to take her into his, temporarily, or guide her in the right direction.
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Beaut, Meeting The eyes of A Serpent [Tazi]

Postby Tazi on August 24th, 2014, 1:25 am

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There was a pregnant silence between the two of them, Tazi made quick note of that. Whatever he was thinking piqued her curiosity, but only for a moment. With only a fleeting thought to his cares her attention went back to the meat, which dribbled a bit of juice into her small fire with a hiss. She pinched the two morsels quickly before pulling them up to her mouth and feasting like a famished animal. It did not take her long to get the meat into her belly, and like a disappointed child, she licked the stick. If only she had been able to get more from the okapi. It had plenty of meat on it to feed her for a while. Alas, the storm and threat of danger had been more important.

When he mentioned the territory of constrictors, a chill went up her spin. This made her scoot closer to the fire while her eyes glimmered with the reflection of the fire as she watched him. There were plenty of things to fear out in the jungle, but she had no choice. What else was she supposed to do? Going home was not even a possibility. She pulled her knees up close to her chest, sorrow shadowing her eyes as she looked away from him and the fire.

”No home. No choice. I leave, find new life.” Tazi murmured rubbing the raised edges of her gnosis. Again she turned to make eye contact with him. ”No need Dhani pity. Thank you. For help already given.”

It was kind of an abrupt and cold dismissal, but what else was she supposed to say? Her common was terrible and it was difficult for her to hold an intelligent, deep conversation. On top of that, their races were supposed to hate on another. If a Myrian got wind that she was here, sharing a cave with the enemy, her reputation would be beyond reparable. Not that it already wasn’t. Slowly she lowered herself onto her side, watching him. ”Sleep. Part ways in morning.”


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Postby Xen on August 25th, 2014, 10:17 pm

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Xen listens to Tazi as she spoke and sat for several chimes in silence afterwards. The thunder, lightning and rain rage, continuing their orchestra with the storm outside. And wind shook the treetops and the canopy was plunged into utter turmoil. Yet, Xen found his mind unconcerned with the weather outside his shelter—instead he worried about his decision, or decisions he had made inside his mind before. Dark indigo eyes, carrying a quiet shimmer in their centers, express concern—did he misinterpret fate and the nature of things?

Maybe the gods meant for something more, or was he and Tazi suppose to meet for just this instance? Xen did help Tazi with food and shelter. And if this was all he was required to do, why spend any more time here in this natural shelter? A lightning bolt growls in the sky, just as Xen was preparing for a sudden dash through the jungle. Yet, the thought of slithering through all that water and mud changes his mind; he did not want to go through the tedious task of washing mud out of his scales.

This day held some meaning. Yet, for it to be so perfectly concealed, Xen knew he would spend another night wondering why he was to meet so many strange people out in the jungle. What purpose did these strangers have in his life? To befriend them, maybe—love them as one should, or hold them as a lover? Xen, in his forgetfulness, could not remember one that was hateful or aggressive towards him. So, was he meant to love every unique stranger he met? That did not seem right.

The cycle and the order were strange concepts; constantly, they placed obstacles and people in his path.


“I agree”


Xen sat back and decides to wait out the storm, but quickly found his body relaxing under the sleep inducing power of the rain. He, while trying to void going to sleep, keeps his eyes open in a defiant attempt to resist the rains power. But ends up sleeping with his eyes open; body lying against the soft moss on the wall behind him. Xen could hear the rain, thunder, lightning and wind moving, until total silence grips him.

The morning sun rose above the horizon and touches Xen’s sleeping face; its warmth causing him to awake from his slumber. He stretches his body and yawns before gripping the leg he pulled from his prey, the Okapi. He slithers from the shelter he made into his temporary den without waking up Tazi and departs for Zinrah; his home.

OOCThis will be my final post for this thread. It was fun typing with ya 8)
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