A larger type of claw(Nil)

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A larger type of claw(Nil)

Postby Antar on November 16th, 2011, 6:19 am

73rd of Fall,511av

Today was the second day for new beginnings...

Antar was astounded by the past night's events. For a few moments, a child , a kelvic had wandered into his camp and scared the living daylights out of him. Figuratively speaking of course, he was still very much alive, even if he had to now deal with a child curled up in his tent beside Ellise. As soon as he understood the nature of what was in front of him , he had quickly taken off the collar of his falcon kelvic to let her change to a safer form. They both seemed content enough to remain in a tent, even if they both seemed like wild animals at times they did look awfully cute cuddled up together.

A child holding another child.

Perhaps it was simply because Ellise missed the girl he had sent to Mura for treatment? Whatever the case, the falcon seemed to accept that keeping little Nil warm at night was a good thing... so long as the little kitten didn't bite.

But it was morning now and Antar had a few questions for Nil. He twirled his kukri by the hilt and glanced down at the stick he was holding. The rogue was wondering just what he might carve today. At least while he puzzled out his newest guest. It seemed Nil spoke common enough, if at a childish level, though she seemed to have a firm grasp of the basics.

But the terror he'd seen last night could only be formed by a creature which was running away from something. He hated that look in an animal's eyes. Animals , unless they attacked or tried to steal from him, were meant to be born free. He had no inclinations towards giving a kelvic who ran away back to his or her masters. Good lord he hated Killroy's and the slaver's enough at times. Killroy for a vast variety of reasons. The only good thing he reckoned in his mind was that at least the bastard had given his friend Bob Barton a job.

Even if Bob was a bit on the savage side when his temper flared.

In the dawn's early light, the rogue waited for his newest furred friend to awaken. At least she seemed tall enough to hold a kukri. Perhaps he should train her a little, just in case the slavers came a calling for her hide? Besides, there was so much he wanted to ask her about where she came from, and why she was in his camp last night.

She was just a child after all, it was natural to feel protective of children, so long as their playmates didn't steal or rob you of course. That one night back in spring, his first day in Sunberth in years had been a monster of a time to track down the brats that had stolen everything he had of value at the time: the goods for the single delivery job he needed to start anew.

He wondered if his little guest had something similar in her past and he wondered just how it would be if he were to gain something worthwhile from knowing the kelvic. A sense of satisfaction which came from knowing another life was capable of defending themselves from the horrors of the world, and that you were the one who taught them to be self reliant.

Yes... the rogue had many things to speak to this little one today. He had only gotten her name last night. "Nil." A fitting, if short name.
"I am the Shadow and the smoke in your eyes, I am the ghost that hides in the night."
~Back, but slow. :)
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