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The Wilderness of Cyphrus is an endless sea of tall grass that rolls just like the oceans themselves. Geysers kiss the sky with their steamy breath, and mysterious craters create microworlds all their own. But above all danger lives here in the tall grass in the form of fierce wild creatures; elegant serpents that swim through the land like whales through the ocean and fierce packs of glassbeaks that hunt in packs which are only kept at bay by fires. Traverse it carefully, with a guide if possible, for those that venture alone endanger themselves in countless ways.

Sieze the Day

Postby Colt on March 24th, 2013, 5:37 am

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9th of spring, 513 av
between morning and noon

The weather had warmed, and for that he was glad.

Syna had climbed high in the sky, marking the end of the morning and getting good and ready for noon. But it was not hot; what little remnant of winter still clung managed to send a cool breeze now and then to tickle the grass that was rapidly turning from a brittle brown to weaving and whispering green-gold. Animals frolicked in the new growth, stuffing themselves after the lean times of the cold season and teaching their newborn young to do the same.

The hunter, too, enjoyed the newly arrived spring; he was a five-minute’s ride away from Endrykas, where the commotion of the city did not reach. Whether he was thinking of hunting grounds or of himself, he was not quite sure, but he spared little time to reflect on it.

He was kneeling in the grass by a well-worn trail that had been freshly used, by both hare and fowl if he had read it correctly. A snare set here would almost certainly prove fruitful.

He hadn’t quite gotten the hang of trapping, but he knew that he was on the right path. Every day brought a new discovery, leaving him with a feeling of, of course! Why did I not think of that earlier? And he certainly did not mind the extra quarry it granted at the end of the day.

He stood when the snare was set, eyes already scanning for more trails. He wanted to get his second set up quickly; he had seen the tracks of a hard of gazelles nearby, and once the snares were primed he wanted to see if he could bring one down.

He took a moment and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of new flowers and grass shoots, then set off into the underbrush.
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Postby Rahni Sunstream on May 20th, 2013, 9:44 pm

Rahni closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun against her face, swaying her body with Mantis's steady pace. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment as a gentle breeze brushed through her hair, ruffling Mantis's mane between her fingers. They hadn't been out for that long but the path they'd taken had been the quickest from home and until only a few minutes ago they had been at a fast gallop. So, despite the lack of time, she was a good long way from home, far enough to relax and enjoy herself without fear of a concerned relative or nosy acquaintance asking her what she was doing, if she was okay.

It was a familiar route and the long grass was well trampled from continued use, although this was the first time she'd traveled this particular path with a particular location in mind, usually it was one she rode down simply for fun. With some dried meats and a handful of berries wrapped and stuffed in Mantis's saddlebags, she was looking forwards to a nice, peaceful lunch far away from the pavilions.

With thoughts of the food waiting her, and her stomach rumbling already, Rahni gave Mantis a gentle nudge with her heels, encouraging the strider into a brisker walk, and then a canter. She had already chosen the perfect spot to eat, a couple of well-sized rocks, quite flat and long - easy to rest on - with a stream near enough for Mantis to drink his fill without straying too far. Rahni had been to the spot twice before, and each time had considered the possibility of eating there at some point later, although this was the first time she'd brought food with her. It was a good choice, she thought, despite being a little too close to the habitats of the local - mainly herbivorous - wildlife.

She arrived at her spot quickly, dismounting with an ungainly fall, landing ass-first on the dusty ground. Rahni pulled herself up, gripping on Mantis for balance as she unhooked her staff from his saddlebags, taking out the food at the same time. With a final pat, she limped her way to the rocks, perching comfortably on one of them and watched as Mantis trotted over to the waterhole to drink. Rahni, meanwhile, unwrapped her food and started to nibble her way through the bread bun, stretching out her leg and gently massaging her sore muscles.
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Postby Colt on May 20th, 2013, 11:36 pm

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The sun continued to climb, stealing the chill of early spring with a fell swoop of her hand and bestowing her own gentle kiss of warmth in its place. A stray wind tickled his neck, drawing a surprised shudder and bringing the scent of all things new and young. A promise. The gazelle herd’s trail wasn’t as fresh as he would have liked; an hour ago, perhaps. Maybe two. Either way, it would be a solid trek to make any gain, even with Akaidras, if he wished to keep a sharp eye on the direction their path took.

The hunter glanced quickly at the shadow of a nearby bush, gauging its length. If it wasn’t high noon, then it soon would be; already his stomach twitched, threatening a growl; should it deign to do so on a hunt, too near his quarry, then the prey would be lost and the entire affair would be fruitless. Yes, perhaps the gazelle could wait another half-hour or so.

He abandoned the tracks and turned around completely, angling back towards where he had set his traps. He would take a foraged lunch there, then summon Akaidras and return to the pursuit; the stallion himself didn’t do much but eat and frolic when the hunter was not with him, and so would probably be eating his own meal.

As he moved, his eyes scanned his surroundings and his step began to slow. For five strides he remained that way, and it was then that his eye caught on his first target: a tangle of vines hidden beneath a tumble of sage. He stopped beside it and knelt, toying at the knots until they revealed their treasures to him; five knobby green melons the size of his fist peeked up at him from the coils, still green with youth but nevertheless edible. He plucked two from their nests and continued on his way.

He rarely needed to stop for more than a moment at a time as he moved; the green buds of spring stood out against the brown around them, drawing his gaze from one to the next and back again. Though some hinted at fruit, nothing of the sort would be around for another two seasons and he was left to snatch whatever early green he could find. Still, he wasn’t left hungry; if one knew where to look, the seemingly empty savannah was easily equitable to a feast, open for the taking. By the time he returned to the clearing, he had enough to tide him over until the end of the day.

He emerged into the clearing on the far side of the rocks, just close enough to take advantage of the shade if he had wished. He considered it, but the sun’s warmth was too inviting; he remained in her embrace as he circled to his first trap. He knew that the chances of it being already sprung were slim to none, but it never hurt to check. Indeed, the loop hung where he had placed it, empty and waiting, and he continued the circuit until he neared the one by the waterhole.

He stopped, almost dropping one of the melons. A palomino horse stood peacefully by the water, drawing its fill without the characteristic caution of wild-born horses. Its stance was easy and unhurried—the horse, despite being in the unforgiving Sea of Grass, was completely comfortable. The hunter blinked at it, taking a step in its direction as quietly as he was capable, and cast his eyes to the ground; he saw the trail of the creature’s relaxed trot, tracing the path from where he was standing, towards the boulders—

And became aware of the woman sitting on a stone not four yards away.

His breath stopped, eyes like those of a rabbit caught in the sights of a jackal. She was reclining against one of the boulders, as at ease as the horse. Her strider, perhaps? Her hair was an almost ochre-like brown, shimmering in the sun like copper and curling in the wind. Her face was sleek without seeming delicate and her muscles were taut and well-used. Her skin was also rather pale—a bit unusual for the Sea of Grass.

He remained perfectly still. Maybe she hadn’t seen him. Or heard his careless thundering of an approach… with all of the subtlety of a wounded ox…
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Postby Elysium on August 19th, 2013, 5:23 pm

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Very nice description, Shahar! I would have loved to see this go somewhere. :) If you have any questions, please PM me!

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