1st of Spring, 514 A.V.
Taloba
One didn't have to listen closely to hear the screaming. Curses flew threw the air, growing more distant the farther Kol walked into the trading square. Blood was smeared dramatically along his bare skin, down his mouth, neck, chest, arms. His hands were stained as well, drying in the hot Spring sun. He felt the fingers around his trophy growing sticking, and the breeze caused goosebumps to rush along the Myrian's skin pleasantly. Today would be a good day.
Kol waltzed through town, half naked, covered in red life. At his waist hung his whip, sinew and chunks of muscle hanging from the shards of metal entwined into the weapon's leather. Someone has crossed him. Had. The sight was fairly common in Taloba, as fights for honor and such occurred. Kol was no different. The victim had been an outsider who dared disrespect one of his sisters, boasting of where his fingers had traveled. No longer.
Fairly soon, Kol found who he was seeking. One of his sister's bartered at a stall ferociously, and the male shoved past those in his way. Peia. The eighteen year old female was red in the face, her bone earring swaying as she argued. She must have sensed her brother or felt his shadow, because she turned. Her eyes quickly sized up her sibling before aggressively waving off the trader. "Yours or his?"
She knew her brother too well. Kol didn't speak, there was no need. His family never failed to know his thoughts when they needed, and instead he smirked, holding up what he had been carrying. A human hand, severed crudely. At least four of the fingers looked broken, a bone jutted out of the index.
His.
Peia began to beam, circling. She motioned towards Kol's own knuckles which were busted, the skin split open from the fight. "Looks like I missed the fun. Cheek's cut too. Lose any teeth? Wait, what is in your mouth?"
Now the fun part.
Kol turned his head to the side, spitting towards the ground. Pink saliva specked outward, something landing with a soft thud as it rolled on on the ground. The flesh looked soft and grey, swollen from being exposed to moisture too long. Half of the fingernail was missing and it looked bloodless. It had tasted liked victory.
"So you took his right hand and left thumb." Peia's voice sounded in approval. "Why the thumb?" She was smiling. Now she was just asking because she thought it was funny.
After almost an entire conversation of silence from his part, Kol spoke, his deep voice level as if he was stating a fact and not previously sucking on a man's digit, "Sword."
How did a man expect to hold a weapon when he could barely grasp anything? Kol might as well as castrated the man. Either way, the older brother was pleased. After Peia figured out what exactly he meant, she nodded. She patted the own blade at her side and began walking away, but not before giving Kol a list and a set of instructions. "I have to go help Dalia prepare for her Trial. Finish this?" So, looks like he was not only responsible for crippling someone today, but also for the shopping. Fantastic.
Once Kol was alone, he looked down at the piece of paper. His eye brows furrowed and his jaw set. If you could look past his size... and the blood... and unapproachable demeanor, the Myrian looked like just another guy, lost on what exactly the item 'Monthly Linens' was supposed to mean. Which stall would he find those at?
Kol looked up, determination burning in dark eyes as they scanned the crowd. Maybe he should look for the tailor...
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Myrian
Taloba
One didn't have to listen closely to hear the screaming. Curses flew threw the air, growing more distant the farther Kol walked into the trading square. Blood was smeared dramatically along his bare skin, down his mouth, neck, chest, arms. His hands were stained as well, drying in the hot Spring sun. He felt the fingers around his trophy growing sticking, and the breeze caused goosebumps to rush along the Myrian's skin pleasantly. Today would be a good day.
Kol waltzed through town, half naked, covered in red life. At his waist hung his whip, sinew and chunks of muscle hanging from the shards of metal entwined into the weapon's leather. Someone has crossed him. Had. The sight was fairly common in Taloba, as fights for honor and such occurred. Kol was no different. The victim had been an outsider who dared disrespect one of his sisters, boasting of where his fingers had traveled. No longer.
Fairly soon, Kol found who he was seeking. One of his sister's bartered at a stall ferociously, and the male shoved past those in his way. Peia. The eighteen year old female was red in the face, her bone earring swaying as she argued. She must have sensed her brother or felt his shadow, because she turned. Her eyes quickly sized up her sibling before aggressively waving off the trader. "Yours or his?"
She knew her brother too well. Kol didn't speak, there was no need. His family never failed to know his thoughts when they needed, and instead he smirked, holding up what he had been carrying. A human hand, severed crudely. At least four of the fingers looked broken, a bone jutted out of the index.
His.
Peia began to beam, circling. She motioned towards Kol's own knuckles which were busted, the skin split open from the fight. "Looks like I missed the fun. Cheek's cut too. Lose any teeth? Wait, what is in your mouth?"
Now the fun part.
Kol turned his head to the side, spitting towards the ground. Pink saliva specked outward, something landing with a soft thud as it rolled on on the ground. The flesh looked soft and grey, swollen from being exposed to moisture too long. Half of the fingernail was missing and it looked bloodless. It had tasted liked victory.
"So you took his right hand and left thumb." Peia's voice sounded in approval. "Why the thumb?" She was smiling. Now she was just asking because she thought it was funny.
After almost an entire conversation of silence from his part, Kol spoke, his deep voice level as if he was stating a fact and not previously sucking on a man's digit, "Sword."
How did a man expect to hold a weapon when he could barely grasp anything? Kol might as well as castrated the man. Either way, the older brother was pleased. After Peia figured out what exactly he meant, she nodded. She patted the own blade at her side and began walking away, but not before giving Kol a list and a set of instructions. "I have to go help Dalia prepare for her Trial. Finish this?" So, looks like he was not only responsible for crippling someone today, but also for the shopping. Fantastic.
Once Kol was alone, he looked down at the piece of paper. His eye brows furrowed and his jaw set. If you could look past his size... and the blood... and unapproachable demeanor, the Myrian looked like just another guy, lost on what exactly the item 'Monthly Linens' was supposed to mean. Which stall would he find those at?
Kol looked up, determination burning in dark eyes as they scanned the crowd. Maybe he should look for the tailor...
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Myrian
The myrians could not understand why Zoë Hunt was so distant. Why the young kelvic stayed in the jungle on her own territory, territory that she mentally claimed and kind of expected people to know that she did. Different wild cats - young ones just like her- seek a place to call their own, and sometimes ignored her scent and warnings and try to claim a spot by the cool, really refreshing waterfall. The first season she moved into the jungle there were a lot of young adults. Zoë remembers having a lot of stand offs, ones she almost lost her life in.
