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[Tall Johnny's] For Blood is Thicker (Klautomyia)

Postby Kaie on March 5th, 2014, 12:45 am

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There was something gravitational about the place. Within the worn out casino was a sea of sweaty, filthy bodies all with near empty pockets hoping for a little luck. The men and few woman around were a gritty, ravenous crowd all shouting at game boards, battling roosters, and pugnacious cage fighters with enough volume to fill the whole room and drown idle conversation out. Plumes of smoke rose about, some with a sweet smell and others having one that made a passerby choke. And somewhere within the midst of madness was the young Myrian woman just about as lost as ever. It was almost guaranteed she'd wander into such a shyke hole sooner or later. Whether she searched for it or not, it seemed the sunkissed warrior had acquired a nose for trouble. In a city like Sunberth it wasn't such a rare thing to find. Yet if she was going to fall into a pit of chaos, she might as well try to benefit from it, right?

"Gods damn, what a hit!" One of the spectators cried with a sadistic grin, hands balled into tight fists around the cage fencing.
"Why're you so surprised? That boy's born and raised here. 'Course he's gon' hit well!" Another shouted back in a booming declaration of pride in the young man within the ring.
"Don't hold your breath just yet. The little tiger's still got claws."
"Yeah? I give 'er two more rounds."

Kaie's back smashed against the cage with the impact of her opponent's right hook, the shaking of the metal barrier winning cheers from the crowd at her expense. Their chests heaved with exhaustion, both of their breaths ragged from the intensity of their violent dance. Her opponent was a thin, pale youth both broken down and built back up within the burning Slag Heap. He was tenacious and bold, everything a Sunberth denizen that survived to be his age had. His money was made winning fights like these especially when they were against the foreigners. It was his livelihood. It was religion. And it was his ticket to another mediocre meal.

"Tired yet, Savage?" He purred venomously from across the ring, no longer even bothering to keep his hands in his guard. Bruised were displayed proud upon his lean body, the only testament to the true scale of the fight. Each had exchanged blows without much shift in the balance, yet the battle was nearing its painful end and someone had to break.


"Nah. You?" She fired back between sharp inhalations, her voice saturated in her native accent that always made Common words sound just a bit more brutal. She was still there with her back braced against the metal frame despite the angry fists pounding at it. The guy shook his head with a sinister smirk of one about to achieve victory.

"Not even close." Then he was moving right at her with his right fist raised, leaping off toward her outside when he was in range to hurl his hook.

You've grown too cocky, my friend, and that has made you sloppy. Your body told too much this time.

And with a sudden exhale she had pivoted outside his showy attack and away from his punch. In the same moment her right fist hurled itself at him with a ferocious speed. Her knuckles cracked off his jaw in a sickening thud of flesh upon flesh, and with his balance and perception ruined, he landed with unstable feet that reeled back under him. A sweep of Kaie's shin through the back of his knee dropped him flat on his back, and with a shriek she was upon him. His fists raised in a panicked attempt to protect his face but it was of little use. The assault came from every direction in a brutal rain of punches of all kinds upon his head and body, all depending on which place he failed to protect with his frantic, flailing limbs in hopes of creating a defense again. Once or twice he did manage to clip her, but it was not enough to incapacitate her. Not when the the burning mark of Myri upon her body silently cried for his defeat, filled her body with the will of her Mother. She could not disappoint her, not this time.

Her left hand hooked into his rib cage just before her right pummeled into the the part of his jaw just below his lip's corner. The latter strike made the man fall limp. His eyes were half open in a dumb stare but not one of his appendages moved. Only the rise and fall of his chest let everyone watching know he was still alive. And with that the Myrian woman rose and stared down upon her victim.

There is no further victory beating a sleeping man into Dira's arms, she thought to herself as her amber eyes roved his awkwardly laid body. A bronzed hand wandered to her face and swiped along her bruising lip. Upon inspection of her fingers, she found droplets of crimson painted along the pads. Kaie cursed in her native tongue and shrugged her bruised and battered shoulders. In the areas of her body not covered in vest or loincloth there were fresh bruises to add to the growing collection of those still healing. Every moment brought up new sensations of pain that were not there before. Goddess, was she tired.


"Goddess, accept my offering as a gift. Your daughter claims this victory as yours, She murmured through the shouts of bystanders, most of which were angry voices several copper Mizas poorer. So different were these people from the ones that visited Syliras' casino. Step by painful step, Kaie walked through the opened cage door and made way for the man taking the bets. Her fatigued eyes followed him with a level stare as he came forward with a sneer.

"Congratulations, Savage." Yet still a small pouch was dropped into her opened palm and stored into her cloak. A few guards were holding enraged citizens back while she passed, their cries and insults deafening in her ears. Still the Falyndar woman's expression remained hard as stone and unmistakably spent. The haze she was in was thick enough to keep her from truly digesting their words. Instead they merely floated over her head.

Eventually she did find herself sitting in a rare empty booth. With her weapons finally returned as promised, her loose cloak was wrapped around her shoulders and her hood was up over her head. She didn't dare take out the pouch to count her winnings, so instead she merely rested and watched the strangers move by. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go to begin with. Kaie was essentially starting over from scratch like she had only years before. Lost in an unfamiliar city yet again, only this time the streets were far meaner. So deep was her longing for home.
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[Tall Johnny's] For Blood is Thicker (Klautomyia)

Postby Klautomyia on March 7th, 2014, 9:00 pm

OOCThis picture isn't fully accurate, hopefully I'll be able to give her black eyes :)
Image There was a slight pause as Klautomyia approached the entrance. She couldn't believe what she was forced to do. It was a task so unbearable, she believed even the most vengeful god was shaking their head.

"Come on doll." A scraggly voice behind her called. The half a century-old man, slid off a well groomed horse and made his way toward her. When he reached the young he placed his hand on the back of her dress and gave her a push. Klautomyia grumbled before taking another step forward.

"It's a big mistake sending a woman into such a place." Klautomyia whipped her head just slightly to one side as she waited for a remark.

The man wore a wool hat which he soon took off, revealing his slick, wet hair."My dear you might be right,"he paused,"but this is business; and, this man... means business. He requested you to bring his... package. I guess you caught his eye."


As she opened the door to walk in, the man who had currently dropped off's voice began to sound more like a gargle. It was easy for her to slide in unnoticed. The sweaty men could careless about her. Rage and excitement possessed them as they were beginning to lose or win a bet."Over here sweetie."

Klautomyia turned towards a booth where three men sat. Out of the three, only one stood out. He was handsome, dangerously handsome in his blue suit and black shoes. He had slightly bushy eyebrows and a well-tooken care of beard which was an auburn color. His short curly hair too was the same color."Klautomyia, is it?"

The man's bright green eyes met her black ones. A few elegant strokes of her legs carried her over too him."I am." She simply answered.

"What a lovely accent. You're fluent language is tawna?" He asked with a smirk.

"Your package." Klautomyia snarled as she reached underneath her feathered, black dress and pulled out a small rectangular package of drugs.

"Yes..." He slipped it out of her hands."I've visit Sunberth many times for this." He tapped the powdered substance that he now just placed in his lap."But I also like to visit for the thrill." An uproar happened behind her, and she took a second to look. It wasn't a second long. But the man managed to scoop her up and sit her on his lap.

"Sit and watch honey. I bet a good amount on the savage beauty." He pointed to what she guessed was a young Myrian. Klautomyia studied her fighting and could instantly call out who would win. It was her. Her skills were on point and her opponent was sloppy.

She watched the opponent got down like a,sack of potatoes."Haza!" The man screamed. He manage to stand with an arm still wrapped Klautomyia, lifting her. He soon released her afterward.

"What did I tell you boys." He took out a cigar. Klautomyia watched the girl sit in her own booth.

Klautomyia was slightly tapped and gestured to the small pint of alcohol sitting on the table. She had no clue where it came from."I don't drink."

"It's not for you m'lady." The man pointed to Kaie."It's a token of my appreciation."

She held the surprisingly cold flask to her chest as she strut over towards Kaie and without asking, slid into the booth."Here." She slid the pint over. Getting a better look, Klautomyia could confirm her guess, she was a myrian.

"You were very good." She said nonchalantly in myrian. Being very poor in the language, her myrian sounded rough and very weird because of her Tawna accent.

"I'm Klautomyia." The girl didn't want to waste time." Wayhali granddaughter of the Tatsuwaat tribe. I've recently found someone who could link me to another heritage. But she's gone and I was wondering if you could help me."

Klaitomyia pushed her long locks back and at the same time looked back at the booth with the men and smiled. She hoped they weren't suspicious."Amongst other things."




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[Tall Johnny's] For Blood is Thicker (Klautomyia)

Postby Kaie on March 10th, 2014, 8:37 pm

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Like any other Myrian, Kaie had been in more than her fair share of fights between the barbarian world and Taloba. It was a lifestyle and the backbone to their entire culture. She practically grew up with bruises and broken bones, for Goddess sake. Still every battle had always seemed to leave her sore and damn tired. At least the cage fights had proven to outweigh the exhaustion with benefits to both her purse and her skills. Talk about two birds with one stone. Yet now that she had taken her seat and collected her winnings, Kaie didn't want to worry about another thing. There was enough on her mind as it was anyways. So strange how everything could change in a single moment.

"Here," a voice suddenly said before taking the liberty of joining her within her booth just opposite of her. The savage from Falyndar sighed inwardly before her fiery eyes flickered up to find the speaker. Almost immediately her lips parted in bewilderment, brow shooting up momentarily in shock at what she saw: a pair of black pools staring right at her. Each one was its own abyss, spiraling deeper and far more darkly into some kind of void. They were eyes Kaie did not read, peculiar ones she could not trust. Almost immediately she couldn't decide whether she felt she wished to stared back or look away. Until the Myrian tongue came. That's when she was really shocked.


"Thank you," She answered dumbfoundedly in response to both the gift and the compliment. The female blinked several times before she recovered and her expression smoothed over into one of curiosity instead of rude gaping. Just the smell of the alcohol was enough to bring a gentle tug of gratitude to her lips. "Damn few speak my mother tongue outside Taloba, Klautomyia. Especially Black Eyes," She commended slowly, still searching the woman's face for an explanation that wasn't there. Strangely, besides her pit-like eyes, Klautomyia's features seemed almost... familiar.

"I guess that depends what kind of help you want from me...amongst other things," Kaie continued in Common, raising her brow and stealing a look at the table the strange woman had taken the time to acknowledge. She took the pint and eyed the colored of it for a tick before finally (and cautiously) raising it to her lips for a test taste. Nothing tasted off about it, and besides, she figured she'd poison herself one day with the amount she'd started drinking anyways. "But first, you answer me this. Where did you learn Myrian?"
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[Tall Johnny's] For Blood is Thicker (Klautomyia)

Postby Klautomyia on March 16th, 2014, 3:24 pm

OOCSorry for the delay!
Image Being a slave has taught Klautomyia how to do a few thing. She's learned to keep to herself and stay quiet. This certain task was never hard, for she showed no emotions. No one could read her dark, almost cold looking black eyes even of they wanted too. She wasn't completely different, the hostile almost daring look the myrian was giving to her, almost scared her. If she didn't want get help, Klautomyia would crumble and walk away. But she couldn't. She can't just go back now on what she was planning to do. This girl could help her and make this task a lot easier.

She was surprised to hear her speak in myrian and it wasn't the first time something like this happened. People only pay attention to her eyes and assume she chaktawe. Not once did they look at her equal amount of myrian features and even guess that she was partially something else, and that sickened her. Klautomyia smiled though, she couldn't and wouldn't be upset at the girl."Black eyes?" Klautomyia asked in Myrian."Overlook my eyes and you'll see we have just a few things in common. I may not be a powerful warrior of Myri like you but slowly and surely I am making myself known to the War goddess." She brushed her hair back."Look close enough and you'll see more then my eyes."


"Revenge," She answered in common,"Let's keep it at that for now." She watched her hesitate as she took sips of whatever alcohol remained in that bottle. Klautomyia raised her handset and shrugged."It's not from me." She told her before taking another glance at the men behind them. As she took the glance, the myrian asked a question."I learned it from my sister... unlike me she was full blooded Myrian. She came to the desert to get me and take me back to her clan so that I could meet my father."





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[Tall Johnny's] For Blood is Thicker (Klautomyia)

Postby Kaie on March 21st, 2014, 11:42 pm

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Now it was her turn to sit back and listen, her brow immediately quirking at the sudden life that came to the girl as she politely reprimanded the ignorant pure blood for her blindness. The amber hues of Kaie's eyes seemed to flicker brighter like fiery embers sprung back into a blaze. The spirit of the woman right then and there almost had the Myrian sold on seeing what aid there was to give and promising it. However business with Razkar had taught her differently. Thus Kaie remained quiet and waited for the woman to finish, her mind churning as she processed the influx of information before responding. First she leaned in, eyes studying the woman's eyes before ignoring them completely and exploring her features. That's when she finally saw. The woman was a half breed and the Myrian part of her was undeniably present. It was in her skin, the structure of her face. It lived in the way she had just spoken with such conviction. And when she finally understood, a grin tugged willingly at the corners of Kaie's lips.

"My blood is hard to find in the barbarian world. Your eyes make it easier to be skeptical... but If you speak true, our Mother will readily listen to your prayers," She began with a slow nod of satisfaction, her entire being seeming to warm to the presence of the woman just by the realization of part of her heritage. Only once before had she met another of their world across the Suvan, and she'd be damned if she didn't take the time to help another as he had helped her in more ways than he had known. "Revenge. Then we have things in common," Kaie muttered distantly for a moment before rejoining the present though wherever she had traveled to had taken its toll on her mood. Yet with the details about Klautomyia and her sister, she had a feeling she knew where the story was headed. After all from what she had been told, the land of the Black Eyes was west of Sunberth. They had clearly gone backwards from their route, but why?

"What would you like me to do?"
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[Tall Johnny's] For Blood is Thicker (Klautomyia)

Postby Klautomyia on March 27th, 2014, 8:20 pm

Image The young woman was all ears now. There was so much she wanted to blurt out. Klautomyia was eternally grateful for her cold black eyes. The two his everything. Her pain and suffering. All of her emotions were eating her alive. She didn't know what to do about it either, except, keep it all in. Maybe, just,maybe, she could pour everything out, emotions and fears. But that probably wasn't the best thing to do. In her tribe, it was normal to tell others how you feel. But out hear... it wasn't. Out hear, how she felt would mean nothing."Don't trust a soul other then your own." She remembered her sister once told her,"you're not the Wayhali's granddaughter out here. You're nothing." The words once offended her but now, she understood what it meant.

"It's harder for me then it is you. I bet you grew up in the city Taloba, no Myrian who fights like you lived anywhere else. What I speak is true, but I doubt the Queen-goddess has time to worry about me." Klautomyia was stiff. She didn't want to relax too soon, anything could happen. The men didn't pay too much attention to her now, probably forgotten all about her even being around. Sunberth held a lot of surprises for Klautomyia too. Anything could happen, even now. She just had to be prepared."Revenge is the reason a stay a slave," A devious smile creeped on her face,"and I pledge to stay one until I get my revenge." Kaie just had to help. Klautomyia had to make an ally out of her.

"I want to to teach me. Teach me the ways of the myrians. The strength abd skills that have been passed down for generations."



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Postby Aladari Coolwater on August 26th, 2016, 7:42 pm

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It's a shame this thread was abandoned. I'd be curious to see how Kaie would act as a mother figure, rather than a leader. Or if she could act that way at all.

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