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Assilsa attempts to help with the food shortage and make some coin by hunting

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Wolveriens? You mean those things actually exist?

Postby Assilsa Curare on November 6th, 2014, 9:59 am

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26th of Fall 514AV


The sun usually woke Assilsa up with a hiss however today was not the cause. Outside her building the crowds were roaring and crying over something, Their volume made it impossible to understand what they were trying to get across, however it did seem to be coming from the common Castle. Sitting up in her bed and letting the sheet slide off of her Assilsa began to ponder what could have happened to cause an outburst like this.

Maybe someone had died, someone that people loved? no that sounded unlikely for Sunberth unless it was their favourite arms dealer, Sunberth didn't seem like that place that thrived on peoples lives like Ravok did with their government. Even Nyka followed the Monks. standing slowly Assilsa began to realise Sunberth was nothing like anywhere she had been before but that was somehow comforting.

While sunberth could be a new start for Assilsa the propaganda being pinned against Dhani’s was a heart breaking reminder of Syn Syn, there was even a bounty of total 100GMs for anyone who turned in a Dhani, why would people turn on a race for no reason? and where and how were these poor souls being kept anyway? amongst the slaves? in the collapsed underground tunnels?

Over the last few weeks numerous street fights had Assilsa climbing up the walls of the builds and onto the roofs just to stop her from being crushed by the warring street gangs or by groups of people running away from the bay. At the time Assilsa hadn’t understood why untill one of the people had burst into the common castle screaming about people coming out of the bay.

Even the underground was blaming the Dhani, just because there was no other explanation is was idiotic and cruel, and reminded her of how people treated her in ravok. If She ever say Syn again Assilsa would take her far away from this place and somewhere that would accept her for the beautiful soul she was. Assilsa, with a small sigh, padded out of her room and out of the building without bothering to put her shoes on. Even though Assilsa had a private room she was constantly getting awaked by other tenants telling her that the world was ending or there was an dhani in the building and that our rooms had to be searched. Sunberth the land of the greedy, but it makes it easier to hide in such a place.

The common Castle, the way Assilsa went, was a fair walk from the Sunset Quarters as she was still getting lost, but the second she wallked into the next street she could she the mass of people, pushing against each other fighting breaking windows, all of them fighting and screaming at eachother.. what could cause this?

Assilsa walked back towards her building and scanned the walls for the building that was connected to other buildins so she wouldnt have to jump any bridging gaps that were between. Staring at the wall with her ruby red eyes Assilsa was glad she hadnt worn any shoes.
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Wolveriens? You mean those things actually exist?

Postby Assilsa Curare on November 7th, 2014, 9:55 am

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At first it was just a simple grab the window sill and put your feet against the wall searching for a foot hole however as Assilsa got higher up the wall she relied more on her hooks. about half way up there seemed no other way to go up. Laying her arm flat against the rough wall she slid it across trying to feel for any sort of lip of ledge. By now there were a group of children unfazed by the large crowd staring up at Assilsa as she struggled to find another way up. Her hooks in her skin would keep her on the wall but she hadn't quite mastered climbing with them and didn't trust the kids not to rob her if she feel so she kept searching. Her nails slipped into what must be where the grout had decayed away leaving the bricks in place, Gripping hard enough to make her knuckles turn white she climbed a few more steps up and searched with her other arm.

It was a slow process and it slowly became successful and allowed her to grab the edge of the guttering and painfully pull herself up with a hiss. once over she rolled flat on to back and panted. staring at the burning sky Assilsa felt all of her muscles spasm and tighten, it felt good. The adrenaline burned through her system and made her smile slightly forgetting why she was up there to begin with. It felt so good to have the burn of her muscles working the sweat along her hairline of hard work, even the rubbed raw burns on her finger tips from grazing the brick again and again looking for purchase.

Sitting slowly Assilsa crawled to the edge and peeked over, her hair falling in a veil around her. The crow was definitely going towards the common castle but she had to find out why. Standing back up again she blinked trying to adjust to the sun, and focused her mind. Walking over the roofs was easy her biggest issue was the gaps in the buildings, some where only small but others were whole roads, there was no way that Assilsa was going to cross over those. Running over the roofs burnt her feet slightly from the heat and also from the sheer fact they were so soft. she kept running jumping over small lips of the roofs. Assilsa’s eyes widdened and her heart skipped a beat, there was a massive alley way coming towards her at hurtling speed, Assilsa attempted to slow down landing heavier on her feet. she only just stopped before the edge. Looking down Assilsa sighed softly. She was still a street away from the Common castle and there was no way she would make that jump.

“Well.. i could make that.. maybe”

Her mind began to question the distance and she also backed up a little bit as if to get a head start but then realised that if she was going to make it, it would have been when she was running. Running a hand through her sweaty hair Assilsa sat on the edge her legs hanging over.

“What would have people attacking each other like that..?”

She murmured to herself just to break the silence and thumping of her heart but it was too, Assilsa couldn't understand what would have people acting like this.Except maybe if they found the person responsible for everything going wrong. then maybe they would. Assilsa herself certainly wouldnt but she didnt speak for the general public of Mizahar.

Assilsa gripped her thighs and sighed, if she wanted to continue she would have to do so on the ground. getting a strong grip on the lip of the roof Assilsa slowly spun herself around her arm muscles screaming at her brain to stop, Its not like she was going to live up then and never go down again. Her feet dangled against the wall as she closed her eyes and began to use her toes to find a little foot hole the brick dug into her foot but she found a foot hole and lowered herself down. The ledge gave out underneath Assilsa’s foot and she screamed slightly but pressed herself against the wall the hooks in her skin maintaining her height as her heart beats its way out of her chest.

Assilsa prefered to actually use methods of climbing rather than just climbing by sticking her arms against the walls and sliding up like a spider, it provided more of challenge but it seem to result in more slip ups as she began climbing down she began to notice this as she would slip or miss a grip.
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Wolveriens? You mean those things actually exist?

Postby Assilsa Curare on November 9th, 2014, 10:49 am

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Her feet touched the ground and Assilsa lent heavily against the rough wall. Her muscle cried and complained more than before, Assilsa smiled to herself, the good feeling spreading aroun her mind telling her muscles to quieten their cries. Her body slowly relaxed after her climb and she found she was still smiling. This is what she needed, she need to work, to train, to feel her body at its highest point.

At the moment Assilsa vowed to practice her skills, getting better at climbing and even learn some flips. She would practise till her face was red and sweat soaked her skirt. No longer will she be the weak, fragile Symenstra. Today was the beginning of her new train regime. She would focus her mind, stretch her non compliant muscles. Today was the last day that Assilsa was to be pushed around by the race of man or any other race for that matter.

Turning from the wall Assilsa had new dedication in her eyes and her head held high for real reasons rather than the fake reasons that she had been claiming as real for the last season. Looking around her, she noticed that she was in a grimy rubbish dump of an Alley. From her Assilsa could see the bodies pushing past the opening like the title wave of bodies, they all moved as one solid object.

Fixing her shirt and hair, not that anything could help her hair, Assilsa silently attempted to push her way into the crowd but was forcibly pushed back onto her backside. Blinking in confusion, she sat watching the ever moving sea of people. Assilsa didnt understand how the could be moving so fast, They werent really even going anywhere, if they were so compacted here, few streets away, then how can they fit in the Common castle. Where Assilsa assumed total war was breaking out just by the sheer fact of the people flocking towards it, it was either that for a fire. Locking quickly around Assilsa noticed a soltiary man wearing torn tan rags diggin in the trash can.

“Versda?”

Probably not the best term for Versdaa man that could probably kill Assilsa just for her valuables but there was one thing Assilsa had learnt over the time she had been in Sunberth. It was a smart idea to leave the people desperate enough to eat trash, alone becuase they will most likely eat you for dinner, or steal you boots.

“Sir? what is going on?”

Taking a step towards the man she smiled as politely as she could, not that it matterted, the man didnt turn he just dug deeper throwing uneatable scrapes onto the ground

“They stopped sellin’ food, soon everyone will be doin’ this.”

Assilsa stopped in her tracks, they stopped selling food? food? That is what the common castle mainly sold, how could they just stop? was it just there? Surely the tarvans were still selling food, surely they couldnt stop. Assilsa run another hand over her hair.

“Everywhere?”

“Yup.”

Mr Talkitive homeless person he was. Assilsa groaned and turned back to look at the mass of people again, they hadn’t thought of prepartions… there was no food, Most people got their food from common castle, but if the tavarns were out of food. Everywhere where without food, a whole city without food.

“Who would do such thing?

“Dhani? or Bastards? or Dhani Bastards?”

“You’re not helping."


Dhani wouldnt stop an entire towns food source. people might die.. people were going to die, They will kill for food, for their families for themselves…. Assilsa had chose the wrong time to travel to Sunberth. the chaos, the fights that would break out all because of the food..

“Don’t sound so high en mighteh, you’ll be doin this not long,”

That is when she lost it, She spun around and bared her fangs growling. Her claws were held out incase he decided to attack her.

“I can melt you! i can turn your insides into soup and drink you dry! Now! dont ever say that again!”

The man just shrugged off since he hadn’t even turned around when she hissed. Assilsa had met her match, a lonely old bum in a back alley eating trash.

“Why don’t they just hunt?”

“Wolveriens.”

Assilsa frowned, he was a crazy old bastard, they didn't exist. An old story her brother told her to scare her inside while he went off to play. There went beasts with large teeth and killing claws, there couldnt be…

“Lier!”

“Am not!”

“They dont Exist.”

It was then that the man turned. He had a greying beard that hung down to his concave bell. His eyes were a pale blue, the blue you got when you no longer see, No wonder he had turned around. he was elderly but hadnt sounded like it, his voice was that of a 30 year old not a 90 year old. Blinking slowly Assilsa reconsidered her opinion of the man he was a man who deserved respect not to be called a bastard. It was then that he said something extremely ominous

“Famous last words.....”
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