The Ground Never Settles[Kyra]

Clyde is out messing with the ground, and meets Kyra.

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

The Ground Never Settles[Kyra]

Postby Clyde Sullins on July 5th, 2012, 11:39 pm

6 Summer 512
:Not to far from Ravok


Luckily for Clyde today, it was warm out. Normally, when he made camp, he had to waste time making a fire, and all that included. But today, he did not plan to stay out to late, so not having a camp fire should not be to much of an issue.

As he normally did, he got himself situated, a wide open dirt area, with some trees nearby, but still open enough that he could see anyone approaching. His dog sat by his side, ever vigilant.

He settled his staff across his lap, sitting cross legged, and closed his eyes, focusing his djed, feeling the res, just beneath his skin...

After a bit, he held out his palms, letting liquid res drip off his palms... Dripping onto the surface of the dirt, and soaking into it...

Once enough was built up, he could try manipulating the ground... Working it, forming it... Soon enough...
Clydes Stuff

I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

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The Ground Never Settles[Kyra]

Postby Kyra on July 6th, 2012, 1:33 am

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It was another sunny day in the Wildlands. All of the animals that prowled the day were out and searching for their next meal. Kyra sat quietly in a tall tree somewhere between the opening leading to the deeper forest. The red blouse she wore, matching the blood stained on it, billowed as the wind picked up, even tossing about her long pigtails. Her short bow rested against her and between the straps of her quiver, with the arrows sticking out the top a few inches. It was the first in a long time that she had even seen the light of day since she preferred to sleep in the day and live in the shadows of the night. Unfortunately her meal from the night before had been a tad heavy, and in her lazied state she decided to sleep it off in the tree until morning. As such, she then was awakened by the bright rays of the sun which put the young kelvic in a very grumpy mood. Looking on from her perch on the tree brand, she could see it all, but in a very different light than she was used too.

Although it was a trying morning for her, she felt good being back in the wild. She hadn't been out and hunting since her days with Levuk and had missed the thrill of the hunt. Now she was faced with the walk back to the city, and rather than waiting til dark, she decided to start the journey during the day. Kyra moved off the branch and dropped down onto a another branch positioned under the first, and let her skinny body slip under, her hands holding onto the branch above her as she released herself onto the ground below.

The deer she had the night before still laid in a heap at the bottom of the tree. Kyra looked around again, her golden eyes were ever watchful for other predators whether it be animal or man. There were many threats in the wilds and it was very easy for one to become a meal or simply in-slaved. She lifted herself on the tips of her toes, her arms extended upward and her fingers reaching for the ask, as she stretched the muscles in her body.

A tick or so later she returned to the ground and looked around again. It seemed to be quiet out, more so than it normally was during the night. Suddenly a smell whipped into her nose, something that she wasn't used to finding in the wilds. Kyra started toward the direction of the smell. Her curiosity peeked even though the smell wasn't pleasant in the least. Kyra continued on her search, her golden eyes wide with anticipation. What was the smell coming from and what was it? As she reached the clearing, the land laid out in front of her with nothing but grass to hide the dirt beneath it. She noticed a human sitting with a wimpy looking dog.
"So, is that what that musky smell was?"

Looking closer at the human who was sitting on the ground in the middle of nothing. It seemed as if he were doing something or leaking. There was a strange liquid dripping from his hands yet he seemed not to notice it. This perked her interest even more, leaving her no choice but to investigate further. A light purr began to rumble in the kelvic's belly as she crouched down, the black leather pants she wore squeezed tightly around her thighs as she crawled towards him. Her eyes moved between the two but stayed mostly on the dog by his side. It was likely that the dog would sense her before the human could and she was ready should the mutt like to try his luck in a fight.
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Postby Clyde Sullins on July 6th, 2012, 2:32 am

Clyde was not a stupid man. He of course would not be sitting out in the open, without being able to defend himself. And while his guard dog was good at alerting him to danger, even in the dark of night, and would leap to his aid to attack should a enemy arrive, really, he could take care of himself. The dog was there more as an alarm, so he could prepare.

Once he had enough res in the ground, soaked up, he began to swirl it near the surface. As he did, he used earth attraction, to pull the ground up to the res, which had soaked into it. As he did, a spike rose out of the ground, about 6 inches long, with a odd swirled nature due to the way he had swirled the res, making it look more like a horn really, than dirt.

Though he did not doubt that as a weapon, it would be pretty good. It would work decently as a spear, and he could easily throw it into something once, and let it act like a dagger head to stab it, with both of its end coming to a sharp point. Though since it was made of earth, he doubted it would work repeatedly.

Just as he had finished this earthen spike, unbeknownst to him he was being watched, and something had just crouched down to try to sneak up on him... His dog let out a low growl, standing up, its back up high. It had sensed something, as the air had shifted and began blowing in a different direction. The dog had not left the spot near its masters side, but it was now pointing at the threat it had sensed nearby, glaring at it, continuing the low growl.

Clyde on the other hand, had not even shifted his gaze from his spike, which was now hovering off the ground several inches, with bits of dirt and rock flying off the ground and adding itself to the spike, slowly making it bigger and longer. Now it was 8 inches long, and still spiked at both ends, and deadly looking. Occasionally a drop of res would also come off of his hands, and float up to the spike, soaking into it. A smile coming onto his face, as he spent his res.

He of course would react if he sensed movement, of whatever the threat was coming at him. Sending this thing he was making into it, whatever the threat was, would either injure it, or kill it, depending on were it hit. And he had plenty more magic at his disposal. If it was that big a threat, Rye would be reacting much more heavily than he was.

Suddenly, Clyde spoke out loud, without taking his eyes off the spike, though it seemed directed at a specific thing.

"If you are smart enough to understand this, than know that you will end up dead if you attack me. If that is not what you desire, then simply stand up, and announce yourself, and I will not strike you dead were you are, as would be so easy. I will even let you approach, if you promise to be civil, and to not attack."

Clyde smiled, looking at his spike, which was now 9 inches long... And floating a good foot off the ground, spinning on the spot, as he continued to swirl his hands..

"And if you can't understand me, and are a dumb beast, well then this was all for nothing, and you will soon enough be dead, and food for my dog. But I would prefer to not be interrupted by having to kill you."
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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

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Postby Kyra on July 6th, 2012, 8:09 pm

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Kyra moved closer, slowly, her head down and her body as close to the ground as her human form would allow. Stalking was always easier to do in her natural form, her sandy coat blended in well with the surrounding area. In her human form it was a bit more difficult, the colors of her clothing and the sound of her boots gave her away. Only in the city, where she could hide in the shadows of the buildings was her human form easily concealed. She continued further, suddenly stopping as something unnatural started to happen in the camp ahead. The ground lifted up, and among the specks of dirt and dust that swirled around in front of the human. Golden eyes widen as she watched what was nothing become a pebble, and the pebble then stretched out to form a stake like weapon.

Kyra had never seen anything like it and couldn't take her eyes off it. It was very different from the tricks that Marcelo had shown her. He had called it magic but it was more smoke and mirrors, and the ability to trick those around him that they were seeing what he wanted them to. But this one didn't seem to have any props or other machinery to aid him. If he did, and he was using this to trick her, she couldn't tell. She watched him closely, the look on his face as he continued to mold his form of clay into an even larger weapon. "This one is very strange.."

Her ears perked up as he spoke, allowing her to know that she had been spotted, but he didn't seem to see her as a real threat since he didn't bother to take his eyes off the spike that floated in front of him. Still for a human with no fear, it was odd that he continued to build on his spike until it was nine inches long. Kyra's lip curved upward in the corner of her mouth as she listened to his words. Confident, bold, and arrogant. This strange man had a lot in common with her former masters. Men who thought themselves powerful and untouchable by the world around them....hubris.

The dog stood by his side without moving, trying to protect the human as if it would have made any difference if she chose to attack. Her eyes narrowed, staring intensely toward the man when he called her a "dumb beast". It wasn't the first time that a human had called her that and it only served to draw a hiss from her. Kyra stood up, he had ruined her fun and even insulted her, and while that wasn't something she hadn't experienced it caused her to behave in a certain way. "Why would a little thing like me, want to attack you strange one?"

Kyra brought an innocent smile to her lips and slowly walked toward him. As she drew closer, her eyes staring down at the dog and she hissed lightly before she turned back to the man and the spike between them. She leaned down taking a closer look at it and after starting to touch it with her hand, decided to use her boot instead. "Did you come all the way out here just to play in the dirt?"

Kyra stared at him more, studying his body language and his face expressions to learn more about him or at least his mental and physical state. Leaving the spike and the space it spun between them, she sat down on the ground and positioned her legs and arms to imitate his. She waited to see how he would react, and after looking back at the dog again, that continued to growl at her, she simply smiled and returned her gaze to the man in front of her. "If you're going to eat that dog, you should do so before the smell gets any worse."
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Postby Clyde Sullins on July 6th, 2012, 8:28 pm

Apparently, what he said had worked, as a voice responded to his statement. A woman by the sound of it. Clyde cut off growing his earthen stake for a bit, to take a glance at whomever was approaching.

"Well since you were smart enough to respond, and to not attack, I suppose that means you are not a dumb beast."

Then she went over to inspect his spike. Well, it was far to late to try and hide it, as she had clearly witnessed him crafting it. He might as well embrace it, instead of hiding it.

"Something like that. Though I would not exactly call it playing... More like learning how to better control and craft it..."

Clyde said a quick word to Rye, and the dog stopped growling. He was trained well to listen to his master. Though he still kept his eyes on the woman, his body tensed... He was not so openly trusting. Though Clyde was not either. Simply he felt no need to say that he did not trust whomever this woman was.

As she sat down and mimicked himself, Clyde simply smiled, and brought up one empty hand. Along with it, the spike rose, the res soaked into it allowing Clyde to control it.

He bent his hand, so it would now be parallel with the ground, and the spike moved similarly. He then made a few small changes, so that one of the points was pointing at a tree near them. Suddenly Clyde pushed his hand forward, parallel to the ground, and the spike moved similarly. Using the res to make one quick push, he shot the spike at the tree, and the tip embedded into it a good 3 inches. Not bad for his first try.

"As you can see, I can do a bit more than play with dirt."

Clyde smiled again, looking at the woman, the earthen spike still quivering while embedded in the tree bark. Clearly, if that spike had been aimed at this woman instead, it would have been a nasty injury.

Clyde simply moved his hand back to hold them out, and started to drip res off of his hands, and into the soil again. He looked down on it, concentrating, speeding up his res production a bit.

"So, you know why I am here... What about you... Why are you here?"
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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

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Postby Kyra on July 7th, 2012, 1:31 am

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Kyra continued to sit as he did and watched with curiosity as he continued to show off his power by raising the stake even higher into the air. What would happen next? Would it become even bigger, or perhaps the one stake would split into two? She had no idea but she eagerly watched, even rocking her hips a bit as she waited for his next move. His hand movement's reminded her of Marcelo and the way he would would move about, almost in a dance before he revealed the next stage of his trick.

She leaned in more, staring at the floating spike and her eyes followed the dangerous curved point and the direction it was now facing. It was a surprise in the least, as he moved his hand, the floating spike slipping through the air quickly and crashed into the tree that it was aimed for. Her golden eyes widen, her lips parted and a bit of a giggle slipped out with her excitement. Suddenly she scooted forward, her crossed legs pressed up against his and she reached out tightly grasping his hands as she examined them closer. "How did you do that?"

She released his hands and sat back watching him as he started up again. What would he create this time? She waited patiently to see what was to come and continued to study his face. She had been taught that she could learn a lot about a person and their intentions by their subtle face twitches. This human wasn't like the mercenaries she had met before in the wild but he was still very much a mystery. She would have kept her distance, but her curious mind had gotten the better of her and since he had already spotted her, there was little use in turning back afterwards.

"I know why you are here, you like to 'control and craft' things with dirt." She said in a teasing matter after interrupting him. Kyra could play the part well, in fact, Levuk had preferred her on a less intelligent level since he thought it made her earlier to control. She allowed him to continue, this time without an interruption, and waited until he was done to answer. "My master is gone now, so I have to hunt for my food.....like before." She leaned back, a pout to her full lips and bringing her arms out behind her to support her weight. "So I came out, fed, and now I'm heading back home."

Suddenly Kyra stood up and started to slowly walk around the camp area. Her golden eyes narrowed towards the dog, daring it to make a move as she moved her skinny body between the two and continued to circle them. She had been so bored since her last master died mysteriously and left her alone. The human's were a interesting race, their need to control the world and destroy each other made them fairly predicable and just as unpredictable depending on their situation. Still Kyra was intrigued by this destructive trait and was always curious to see what would happen next.

Her time with Marcelo had been well spent and she had learned much from him. She didn't bond with him as well as she had with Adele but there was a closeness. Now she found herself alone again and looking for another human to journey with. "Where are you from strange one? Do they not have dirt there?"
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Postby Clyde Sullins on July 7th, 2012, 6:20 pm

As the woman leaned in, grabbing at his hands, Clyde smiled. She assumed it was some trick, or something, that he was hiding something. Or that he had some odd thing to his hands, that let him do that. Well, he supposed that was sort of true. Reimancy was not exactly normal. He smiled at her, as the pleasant rush of djed usage whispered through his body... Calling for more...

And really, why not? She did not seem to be calling a mob to kill him. And really, he had barely done anything yet. A newly initiated novice could have done what he had just done. Why not do something a bit bigger, a bit harder? He seemed to be figuring out the earth element pretty quick, after his previous few experiments with it. And he still had plenty of djed left he could spend, he was no were near depleting his reserves.

Clyde just looked at the woman, and spoke a single word in explanation. "Magic."

Clyde had sped up the res production, and a steady drip of res was coming from his hands, and soaking into the ground... He let it soak a half an inch deep, and to cover a circular area before him a few feet across.

With his mind, he could feel the res, as it was a part of him... Control it, with just his will... Though the hand movements tended to make the task easier.

Once he got a good grasp on it with enough res soaked in, he could sweep it up with some earth attraction, and drive it upward, all into one big earthen spike exploding upward out of the ground. Easily 2 or 3 feet long. But he waited, taking his time, making sure he had it all right.

Though her words were a bit odd... Her master?

"You speak of masters. Are you a slave then? Or previously one? A hunter though? I suppose someone does have to go out and get meat and such. I think some even make a living by it."

Rye did not move, as the woman rose, pacing around. Though he also did not take his eyes off of her, and kept by his master side.

"Not really. I am from the nearby Ravok, the city on a lake. That is were I live. And I prefer to do my work out here, to play with the dirt and such, away from the city."

Clyde smiled once more, his magic nearly ready... He had the earth prepared, it probably looked like it was shifting a bit, if one were to look closely... Very closely... All it would take was one upward driving command, and the earth would go upward, forming into a deadly spike that could skewer something.
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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

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Postby Kyra on July 8th, 2012, 12:57 am

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"Magic" He called it. However, this was a different type of magic than what she had seen before, and possibly more dangerous. Whatever his tricks or skills were it was obvious that he wasn't going to explain it to her, much like Marcelo chose to only explain the basics of the tricks that he wanted her to learn. Even so it didn't matter to her, she was far more interested in why he decided to journey all the way into the wilds and sit alone. Had he been exiled or placed in the wilds by someone as she had not too long ago? There were many questions roaming about in her mind, as was the case whenever she met any human.

What had previously confused her, the difference between humans and Kelvics conflicting in her young mind, was now as plain to see as the difference between the dawn and dusk. Kyra was now, although still wary, but very interested in the nature of the human race and all it's wondrous flaws. She watched him closely, he was doing it again, readying himself to create another form from the dirt below their feet.

She stopped, paused in her tracks. His words sunk in deep inside her and brought back memories and feelings that she still didn't completely understand. "I was a slave...I was even a puppet. But now I'm not." Without another word she started off again, walking in a curved pattern until she stood before him again. "You are a strange one. Do you not eat meat?"

When he mentioned that he was from Ravok, her ears perked up and she took up her spot again sitting in front of him. This time she didn't mimic his movements, instead she only watched as the ground began to slowly shift right in front of them. He was doing it again, using this magic he spoke of to craft another object out of the dirt. He really was a strange one. "I also have a home in Ravok." Now the mystery was beginning to unfold and she could better understand why he chose to come to the wild where there was an abundance of dirt rather than stay in Ravok where there was basically none.

"What are you going to make now, hmm?" She smiled mischievously resting her palms flat against the ground and allowing her fingers to sift through the dirt. "Will you make another big twig and stab it into the tree?" She continued to move her fingers through the dirt wondering when more magic would happen. "Trees are so boring, they make no sounds. Why not stab the dog? It could be amusing, yes?" Kyra was becoming more interested with the man the longer she sat with him. He had similar attributes as her former masters and yet some completely different. It had been so long since Marcelo perished, and probably longer in her naive mind, but she wanted, needed to feel whole again. "The sun will escape into the forest soon, and the moon will appear. I could escort you back to Ravok if you like? I know this area very well."
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Postby Clyde Sullins on July 8th, 2012, 2:08 am

Well, that resolved one thing. She had been a slave, but was know not... He wondered how she had managed that, gotten free of her slavery, of her previous owner... Usually in Ravok, once you were a slave, you were always one... The fact that she was not one anymore... Well, it intrigued him... He was sure there was a story to go along with it... Though he was not one to pry, unless he had to, not when he had so many secrets of his own.

"Meat? Yes, I do eat meat. What made you think I did not? I simply was meaning I usually don't hunt my own meet... The last time I went hunting, it did not end so well... I usually just buy it."

Ravok. The city that had given him everything. He supposed if he had been born a slave, he might feel different. Though often slaves were not treated that bad, as they were a piece of property, an investment. And it was only good business sense to take care of your investment.

Clyde listened to the last few bits of what she had to say, focusing more on his res, which were like bits of himself he could feel floating out in the ground, separate from his body. That had taken some getting used to, feeling a bit of yourself like that. Though that had been long ago, when he had adjusted. Before even coming to Ravok.

Finally, he was ready, and prepared the earth, pulling it in to the center, and then sending a spike of his res thrusting upward, with the dirt and land coming along for the ride. One moment there was some trembling earth, the next a spike of ground was shooting upward, over an inch in diameter, and ending in a sharp point, thrusting up till it hit 3 feet high.

If a person had been passing by, had been were he had thrust that earthen spike, they would now have been skewered on the reimantic spear, most likely killed. And since he was only manipulating it, not producing the element, he was able to do a much larger spike, and much much more easily, than he could with producing earth for the magic.

His magic done, he pulled the leftover res that was soaked into the spike, out of the weapon. There was still a decent bit left, since res was consumed much slower in manipulation, than when it was transmuted and gone all at once. Come to think of it, this seemed much more efficient. Perhaps he had found a new favorite element, with fire still being in first place. A second favorite element. He would certainly try to use this more often.

"I do need to be heading back, before it gets to dark. I would love to travel back to the city with you."

A bit shaky, due to the pleasant rush he was getting from spending djed, and the satisfying feeling of sucking in the leftover res, and regaining a portion of the djed spent in exuding it... Clyde slowly got to his feet, pulling up his staff in his right hand.

He was not exhausted mind you, far from it. This pleasant feeling had no connection to overgiving... Or at least, not with current overgiving... Though that time awhile back, when he had overgiven, had had a certain effect... Well, perhaps it did not show the best mental health, that he enjoyed using magic so much... But regardless, he was fine. Nothing a decent meal wouldn't fix.

"I suppose we should be heading off then. Lead the way. Oh, I seem to not know your name. I am Clyde. Clyde Sullins. And you are?"
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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

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Postby Kyra on July 8th, 2012, 6:52 am

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"He doesn't hunt?" As of late Kyra had hunted for her meals, as she had done from Levuk's orders and at times when she traveled between cities with Marcelo. This had her under the impression that everyone hunted for their food unless they were an important citizen like her first master Adele, who often had her butler venture into the market to buy their meals. But this man didn't remind her of Adele, nor of her butler Jacques in the fashion that he dressed. She also knew that neither Adele or Jacques would ever soil their clothing by sitting in the dirt. A lesson she had been taught many times not to do.

Kyra titled her head to the side a bit, her long pigtails dangling, and gently rubbing against her shoulders, neck, and cheeks. "I can teach you to hunt if you like? I have become much better at it...Even the larger, stronger animals." She spoke the truth, she became more skillful with each new hunt and her time in the wild allowed her to learn the forest and the best places for hunting and where to find water.

When he started up again, the ground trembling beneath them, kyra jumped as another spike suddenly sprouted from the earth at his command. She reached forward towards the spike, her excitement mixing with her curiosity, causing her to lightly tap the very point of the spike with her finger. She drew her hand back, the point was sharp, dangerously so and if she had pressed down a bit harder it would have pierced her skin. Her golden eyes wondered back to him, studying him more. He seemed very pleased with himself and the spike that he had made twice now.

Once he was done testing the dirt, she looked to him a bit disappointed that he didn't make something more. When he stood up in front of her, she rolled onto her back, placing her hands flat on the ground to help push her body to lift over her head with her legs pointing toward the sky, and lightly brought one leg down after the other planting them firmly on the ground as she raised her upper body and stood up to face him. "Follow me."

Kyra started off, her footsteps were light and her legs graceful as she moved. From far away one might think she were actually floating. When he spoke again, she turned on her heels to face him, and without missing a step started to walk backwards. A name was a name to her, having had three already in her young life. She had never called any of her masters by their real names and probably wouldn't in the future. However, the man did ask for an introduction and she would give him one. "I am Kyra." The words flowed from her lips easily, with no pride or regret behind them. The journey from there would be a stretch and a fast paced walk wouldn't get them there much sooner. Even so their journey had begun.

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Kyra
Strength is meaning
 
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