Completed The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Yukmen have risen!

(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forum. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)

This is Falyndar at its finest. Danger lurks everywhere - in the ground, in the trees, in the bush. Only the strongest survive...

Moderator: Gossamer

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Tazi on April 22nd, 2014, 3:30 am

Image
Tazi worked as quickly as her trembling hands would allow her. The cloth she used was dirty. It was not ideal for dressing a wound, but it was all that they had for now. When they got back to the basin, she would have to find something more fitting. Maybe the clothes she had left behind would suit for bandage material. It would be a shame to cut it all up, but it would be for a worthy cause. Yes, if she made it back to the basin, that would be a decent plan as well. At least he had agreed to go to the Basin. With one worry out of the way, she would be able to concentrate drawing the Yukmen away. Even though they did not know each other, her clan believed that ones that stood and fought together shared a bond no one else could explain. Some part of her had always tried to believe that, even more so now than ever.

She took a deep breath, trying to take his suggestion to heart. Relaxing was still going to be very hard. Taking a breath, she took a moment to assess herself. Tazi had some deep puncture wounds in her shoulder and one or two in her abdomen. The shoulder wounds had bled into the shirt, and since stopped, but she knew fresh blood would flow when the shirt came off. The punctures on her abdomen trickled, but overall she was doing better then he was. "I'm alright." Even though it was an answer to his question, Tazi tried to say it as confidently as possible to make her own spirit relax.

He had already moved back in the direction that they had come. She grabbed her dagger, tucking it rather stupidly into the hem of her now very dirty underwear. She collected poppers before starting to walk in the other direction. "Go. I'll be there soon." Myrian women had to be strong. That is what her mother had been trying to teach her all along. Now she was trying to muster every ounce of courage she had. Without formalities, she turned and ran after the Yukmen. Her mind was screaming at her to turn and run back to the basin.

What the petch are you doing? You can't do this! He's stronger then you! One side argued, practically begging her to run. Tazi's reasoning took over, and eventually won. Yet he's injured. It is my duty as a medicine woman to protect and heal. Give him a chance to recover, and if you make it out of this alive, you can applaud yourself and your pride.

The jungle plants had been trampled by the careless Yukmen, making it fairly easy to follow them. They had moved a significant distance away from where her companion had been before splitting off. Pausing to catch her breath, she examined the tracks. Two veered strongly to one side, but they were smaller. The largest of the columns had kept moving straight. Taking one of the popper's from her make-shift bag, she threw it on the ground at her feet. The loud POP bounced off the nearby trees. Tazi barely stuck around the smell the sweet scent of honey rising up from the flower. She bounded down on of the smaller tracks, praying to Myri that there was only one Yukmen at the end of it.

It must have been one of the slower ones because it came out of the brush just ahead of her as fast as it could. It tackled her into the ground, making those awful yukking sounds. For good measure, and to continue drawing the Yukmen away from the basin, she let out a sound she never knew she had. From the darkest depths of her abdomen came this terrifying howl of rage and fear. The poppers had fallen, some of them snapping open with that same sharp sound. Her opponent was briefly smitten by the noises and smells, allowing Tazi a brief second to roll away. Sadly, she was not fast enough. It grabbed her long hair, rotting fingers entwining into the strands. The Yukman hauled them both to their feet before brutally bashing her face into a nearby trunk. Blood gushed from a freshly broken nose, tears welling up in her eyes. It yanked her head back allowing Tazi to feel it's breath on her neck. Reaching for her dagger, she was saddened to find it missing. Looking wildly from side to side, she noted it by the flowers. It must have cut through the hem when she had been tackled.

Her forehead connected with the tree next, making her world spin. Nausea lept up from her belly. Only sheer will kept her from vomiting. Digging her heels into the ground, she pushed backwards forcing the Yukman off balance. It fell on top of a few poppers, the sound causing it to hiss in disgust. Tazi had always fallen back, but she was closer to the dagger now. Waving her arms wildly, she managed to find the blade. Tightening her fingers around them until the metal bit into her palm, she dragged it close. With only moments to spare before the Yukman could settle it's gnarled teeth into her skin, she plunged it carelessly into the general vicinity of the creatures head. Only a brief tremor and then stillness allowed her to believe that it was dead.

Rolling over, Tazi crouched down. She wanted to puke, to relieve all the tension she was now feeling, but the noise was drawing them closer. Scrambling for her dagger and a handful of the poppers, she continued staggering straight. Dragging the hand across her face, she purposefully allowed her blood to drizzle on the plants that passed beneath her feet. Like and injured animal, she would draw them away. Dizziness overwhelmed her, the throbbing in her head making it hard for her to remember where she was going. A popper fell from her hand, snapping loudly. The scent of honey and blood mingled together as she dropped the rest. The loud noise and the sweetness that permeated the air was almost enough to make her fall to her knees. Instead, she veered in the direction of the basin. It was round, and they were still probably close enough for her to find her way back to the beach.

What she had not considered was the fact that their elevation may have gone up. The jungle cleared as Tazi continued to stumble forward, giving way to a cliff. She stopped, her heart racing. The basin was beneath her, not beside her. The Yukmen were at her back, and the only option was down into the water. This would probably work, if she knew how to swim.

The noises drew her back into reality. Dropping the dagger, she lowered herself to all fours. By Myri, and with any luck, she would have the strength to hold herself up long enough for them to go away. Gingerly, she lowered herself over the side until only the tips of her fingers could be seen. There, she waited, either for life or death via Yukmen or drowning.
Last edited by Tazi on May 7th, 2014, 4:31 am, edited 1 time in total.
User avatar
Tazi
of the Scattered Bones
 
Posts: 142
Words: 123604
Joined roleplay: February 24th, 2014, 4:16 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Plotnotes

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Kol on April 23rd, 2014, 9:12 pm

Image
Kol gave her a leveled stare, debating whether or not she was telling the truth. A grunt of acceptance sounded from his throat and he watched her as she turned to vanish, leaving only when she disappeared from his sight. It took him longer than he would have liked to make it to the basin, and he carefully peaked out from the trees and into the opening. It was surprisingly peaceful, with the Yukmen that laid slain the only sight that seemed out of place. He sunk to the ground, looking out to the waters and moved to cup some of the liquid and pour it on his arm.

The water was cool and he sighed as blood faded into the basin. Red stains on his arms drained to a pale pink and he scratched at the bits on his hands that had begun to dry before he washed it all away. His bandage grew damp, but they planned to change it later. Finally, Kol brought up some of the water and began to splash it on his face, wiping grim and the result of battle from his cheekbones and lips. He said a silent thanks to Myri for giving him victory over his enemies, reaching for his whip and began to pull free the Yukmen meat and leaves that had been embedded into the leather's shards.

As he ended the prayer, pops sounded in the distance, making him look up and in their direction. The girl must have been fulfilling her side of the plan, and Kol found himself standing back up, taking a few steps in that direction. Soon, he was back in the jungle, weapons still at his side. His breathing had slowed, as he was no longer running or fighting, and it did wonders on his lungs and throat. He was able to become the predator again (although there were no promises on how long that would last). Another pop sounded. Close.

Kol stopped, knowing if he wasn't careful, he would be running into Yukmen and not the woman. He slowed down, hoping to see what she was doing. He looked over, then his eyes landed on something. Kol was no expert, but he had seen what the female had been carrying, and a sweet scent mingled among the wildlife. He carefully picked it up, turning it over in his uninjured palm.

He looked towards the direction of the basin, and threw it experimentally in the opposite direction. It flew fast threw the air, slamming a tree and exploding with a loud sound. Kol grinned. He liked that.

Unfortunately, all things must come to an end. The Myrian began to slip away again, ducking behind a tree when he saw two Yukmen heading towards the pop he had produced, and moved when he thought it was safe again. Fear was taunting him again, and he noticed a cliff in the direction he was going. He cursed softly when he noticed he'd have to go around again, "Shurak."

He needed to hurry if he wanted to get back to the basin and not risk stealing the attention of any rotting stragglers. Just as he began to turn away, he saw something flesh colored at the edge, hanging off. Kol yanked his dagger free and cautiously looked over the edge.

A look of surprise crossed his face, and Kol reached down to grab her hand if she wished, tucking the hilt of the blade between his lips. He had a few questions as to how she got into this mess, but he doubted now was the time. He smirked.
---
Myrian
User avatar
Kol
Player
 
Posts: 129
Words: 105290
Joined roleplay: March 7th, 2014, 12:11 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 1
Featured Thread (1)

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Tazi on April 23rd, 2014, 11:56 pm

Image
As she hung there, her mind tried to decipher all the thoughts that were running rampant in the fog. She saw her mother, and a brief pang of guilt flowed into her stomach. Her mother despised the path she had chosen. As a Scattered Bones child, Tazi should have been a warrior like her sister. Asar then came swimming into her vision. She was there for all but a second before she went swimming away into the throbbing pain that pulsed on her forehead. Blood trickled down the ridge of her nose, crawling towards one of her eyes. It looked like she was crying blood, between the scrapes on her forehead and her bleeding nose. The metallic smelled was almost suffocating, but she clung to the ledge desperately.

Nearby, she heard a pop. Had the creatures stumbled upon the ones that fell onto the ground. They must be getting close. Tazi's heart raced, and she limited her breathing as much as she could to prevent excess noise. Silence was becoming quite bothersome, because she strained her ears in hopes to hear the Yukmen's bumbling steps. Nothing. Tazi closed her eyes tightly, praying to any of the gods that would show mercy on her soul. She did not want to die today. It was not her time. The trepidation began to grip her, and she felt herself start to panic. What if she could not haul herself up? What if she fell like when she fell out of the tree? What if sh-

Something grabbed her hand, causing her to squeak and look up. Everything vanished as she noted it was her companion. He had come back into the jungle it seemed to give her a hand. Digging her toes into cliff, she pushed up, allowing him to help drag her back onto solid ground. Once she was up, she crawled away from the cliff. At this rate, she was going to develop a really bad of heights and falling off of tall things. Once she was a short distance away, she rolled onto her back, panting heavily.

"Thank you," Tazi grunted between pants. "...for coming back."

It took her a few moments of getting used to the idea that she was not going to die before she started getting to her feet. He still looked pretty bad, even though it looked like he had cleaned up a bit. She definitely looked worse then before. Tazi tried to smile, but the gruesome display she imagined made it very fleeting. He was still shirtless it would seem, since he had given it up for her to wear. She noted his bandage was damp and disgusting, and it would have to be changed immediately. If she was lucky, she would be able to find some useful herbs around the basin to help clot the blood and dull the pain. Rolling her head down in a respectable nod, she offered her name.

"I am Tazi of the Scattered Bones."
User avatar
Tazi
of the Scattered Bones
 
Posts: 142
Words: 123604
Joined roleplay: February 24th, 2014, 4:16 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Plotnotes

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Kol on April 24th, 2014, 12:27 am

Image
Kol dug his feet into the ground, using the leverage to pull the woman up. Her bloody face had caught his attention when he grabbed her hand, but now that she was stable, he found himself staring. She must have had a rough encounter. They were outnumbered and these things were strong. It was a rough battle with only two.

Tazi of the Scattered Bones?

He removed the dagger from his mouth and put it back in his belt, "Kol of the Tempered Steel." A few quiet moments passed before he turned away. They needed to hurry. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was following, and then, went back to the Kandukta for the third time that day. He made his way along its beach to where her clothes and items sat discarded. The place now felt like a sanctuary of sorts, as if being here would keep the rotting creatures away. But, they had found them here in the first place, had they not?

"You're bleeding."

His first words should have probably been to congratulate her for leading the Yukmen away, or for her knowledge. Instead, his focus was on her wounds. Having done some time in the Myrian military, he was no stranger to the wounded, but he knew to pay attention to those he fought with. He started to pull off the bandage from his hand, his dark hair falling forward. No doubt his hair was a messy, the leather strip used to keep his hair tied back barely holding on to anything. He pulled it out as well and tossed both of them to the ground.

He sat down, looking over and up at her, "You need help? Looks broken." Kol could probably help her resetting it if it was. Most people got weird when it came to snapping their own bones back in place. Teamwork makes the dream work, after all.

---
Myrian
User avatar
Kol
Player
 
Posts: 129
Words: 105290
Joined roleplay: March 7th, 2014, 12:11 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 1
Featured Thread (1)

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Tazi on April 24th, 2014, 9:26 pm

Image
Kol. It was a simple name, but she strangely liked it. Many of her family had names that contained two syllables. Asar, Zaso, Tazi - it seemed to be tradition in her family. When he made the astute observation that she was bleeding, part of her wondered just how blind he was. Of course she was bleeding. She was bleeding through puncture wounds on her shoulders, her broken nose, and the large gash on her forehead. He was not that much better, even though he was slightly cleaner than she was now. She started reaching up to touch her nose but the tip of her finger barely touched her broken nose when pain shot up to her forehead. The fog sprung up thicker again, and she felt dizzy for a moment. Thankfully, he had already begun to move back towards the basin, giving her something relatively easy to focus on.

She moved slowly but managed to keep him in sight all the way to the basin. Seeing the tranquil waters made her a little easy, but the Yukmen bodies they left behind made it less tasteful. Slowing down significantly more, she finally managed to get next to her bag. At least everything was still here and the fabric was relatively clean if not slightly sandy.

"Yea. One of them surprised me. I should not have let it happen," Tazi mumbled, tilting her head to stare at him. "You aren't much better yourself."

She did not care that he was not flaunting around their victory. War and battle had always made her uneasy, especially because she was not good at it. In all honesty, she probably should be dead today, if not well before today. As soon as he sat down, she allowed her body to crumple to the sand, holding her sliced hand up away from the sand to prevent the invasion of grit. Tazi, having significant difficulty breathing out of her nose, had her lips parted so she could mouth breath comfortably. The blood that flowed slowly made it's way down in the blood tracks and around her open mouth to her chin. Eventually droplets began to further dye his shirt crimson.

"You would think that a healer would be able to set her own nose, but I really would appreciate the help," Tazi smiled afterwards, her gruesome face probably not giving her underlying beauty any justice. Even her shoulder tattoos were difficult to identify with all the caked on dirt and Yukmen grime she had collected. "We really should look at your wounds too. I can probably find something to stop the blood, and we can use my clean clothes for bandage material."

She would just have to continue running around the jungle in an oversized cutoff shirt and the remains of her tattered underwear. They were going to need all the fabric they could salvage from her clothing.
User avatar
Tazi
of the Scattered Bones
 
Posts: 142
Words: 123604
Joined roleplay: February 24th, 2014, 4:16 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Plotnotes

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Kol on April 25th, 2014, 2:21 pm

Image
A healer.

Kol knew it was something, and he shrugged when she began discussing his own injuries. They hurt. It was that simple. She could fuss about them later if she wanted, but he was not used to being given excessive attention to, medical or otherwise. It made him uncomfortable. Kol was used to helping his many sisters, training them and getting his hands messy when necessary.

When she accepted his offer, he moved towards her, his eyebrow furrowing as he took in the damage. The blood would flow again if he reset the wound. Very well. Raising his hands, he took her face in them and gently turned her head to the side, stepping close. His gaze was intense, unblinking as he examined the break. Interest, determination. He leaned forward, bringing his fingertips as softly as he could and ran it down the side of her wound, feeling where the bone jutted. He could feel her breath on his face.

There.

"Take a deep breath." Kol's voice was reassuring, soothing almost, and he made a triangle with his hand, placing her nose in the center, where his finger tips met. He looked into her eyes, and gave her only a second to brace herself. "Don't scream."

And then he acted. Immediately, his hands were brought down towards her chin, straight as he possibly could, together, and the bone gave a small snap as it was handeled. He pulled his head back, hoping to get a look at the alignment.

"Done."

Huh. It worked. Kol kept his surprise hidden and to himself. He decided now wasn't the best time to tell her he had no idea what he was doing. But, he was proud of himself and he crossed him arms in self satisfaction. Good job, Kol. Good job.
---
Myrian
User avatar
Kol
Player
 
Posts: 129
Words: 105290
Joined roleplay: March 7th, 2014, 12:11 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 1
Featured Thread (1)

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Tazi on April 25th, 2014, 4:30 pm

Image
He was strangely so nonchalant about his injuries that it somewhat bugged her. There were so many opportunities for serious infections and problems developing from minor injuries. She could not even imagine what the compression on his neck would do to his airways. Of course, she did not know what his background was. Maybe pain and injury were normal in his life, like it was in most Myrian lives. Tazi had always been sensitive to injury and pain. It was not something she enjoyed nor was it something she purposefully sought after.

Her heart sped up when he approached her, and she stood to meet him. Another downfall to her status as a Myrian was that she was small. He easily had a few inches on her, and having to look up to a male was rather frightening for her. Tazi was taller than most men in her clan, but still one of the smaller women in the clan. Standing easily at 6', she was somewhat taken aback when he loomed closer. To the point that she moved one of her feet back in a defensive maneuver. Only when she consciously forced herself to remain still was he allowed to get close. With large eyes, she stared up at him as he investigated. Breathing heavily out of her mouth, she was almost saddened that her nose was not functioning properly. He probably smelled intoxicating with the heat of battle. Even she, as a healer, could respect a strong male. Men that could prove themselves did deserve respect. On occasion at least. Her mother did not think so.

Doing as she was told, she braced herself and sucked in air. She was not prepared for the fresh flow of blood and agonizing pain her face went into when he popped her nose back into place. Tears popped up into the corners of her eyes, mixing with the dried blood that had leaked from her forehead. The fog took over her mind and she bit down on her lip to prevent herself from screaming. She had a suspicion that her weakness was already well exposed. Screaming would not help her look like a true Myrian to him. Of course, why did she care?

With a shaky voice, she said "Thank you.". Licking her lips, she sat down again, slumping forward over her knees. Taking her pants, she began tugging at the fabric. Eventually she found a weak spot, tearing it into strips.

"Let me have a look at you," Tazi whispered, still trying to overcome the pain that surged in her face.
User avatar
Tazi
of the Scattered Bones
 
Posts: 142
Words: 123604
Joined roleplay: February 24th, 2014, 4:16 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Plotnotes

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Kol on April 25th, 2014, 6:37 pm

Image
Kol moved to the water to wash his hands again, crouching and dipping his fingers into the cool surface. The water rippled outward and he looked back, hearing the tearing of clothing.

"Let me have a look at you."

Kol stared at her and then returned to what he was doing. The burning of his palm was soothed by the water. His arm was still on fire but most of his wounds had gone down to a heavy throbbing. He used his untouched hand to pushed his hair back, the liquid cooling his down. He sat with his back to her for a moment longer. His tattoo would be visible, snaking across the tan skin of his back, even if dirtied. A representation of his weapon and life.

"Which part do you wish to see?"

Kol looked over his shoulder, finally standing. He held his arms out to her, and pushed his chin upward so she could get a better look at the bruises, cuts and bite marks. There were scratches he hadn't even noticed along his rib cage and was interested to see what she would address first. To him, his words were a simple question. If said with any sort of tone, or even a smirk, perhaps it could have even been taken as flirtatious.

He was a lot of things. Protective. Demanding. Abrasive. But flirtatious? If Kol stumbled across something, it was purely by accident. He waited, his chest rising and falling slowly, the rush of the battle completely faded by now. His eyes were no longer looking for enemies to kill, or resources to exploit. He was seeing again.

She looked terrible.

Her hair had been mussed up and had begun to dry in amusing ways. His shirt did her little justice, and the grim that was clinging to her body... A sharp image of the woman's nudity burned in his mind, and he smiled to himself. He said nothing, adverting his gaze and clearing his throat. "I was hunting a boar." Distraction. "Earlier. You asked why I was here."

Then he grew silent. That was it.
---
Myrian
User avatar
Kol
Player
 
Posts: 129
Words: 105290
Joined roleplay: March 7th, 2014, 12:11 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 1
Featured Thread (1)

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Tazi on April 27th, 2014, 9:26 pm

Image
Tazi watched him as he blatantly ignored her, going about washing his face and injuries. Part of her was insulted. Actually, a large part of her was insulted. Having dealt with few men in her life aside from Zaso, her idea was that most of them were passive. This one was made of few words, enjoyed smothering himself in blood, and appeared to be negligent of the seriousness of his wounds. Ducking her head, she frowned inwardly. Idiot. She was beginning to find that warriors did not seem to know just how important she was going to be if given the chance to show her skill. Trying to pull herself from the bubble of rage she was feeling, she looked back at him. His tattoo seemed simple, like the one she had on her shoulder of her preferred weapon of choice. Tazi did not get a long look because he was already moving to face her.

"Which part do you wish to see?"

Thanks be to Myri her face was a wreck. The blood covered up the splash of red that would have exploded on her cheeks. Biting the inside of her cheek, she sucked a breath in sharply through her teeth. Was he implying something? For once, she was thankful he had provided her with his shirt. Only the gods knew how red her her skin was now. She would blame the blood and Yukmen dirt if he asked. That was a good excuse. Standing, she came closer to him to inspect his injuries. The one she wanted to addressed was the giant divot in his shoulder. Tazi could imagine that had been painful coming off. Of course, she would need to pack it with something.

Dragging her eyes up his neck, she was somewhat shocked to find him staring at her. Was there something on her face? Oh right, caked blood, dirt, flowering bruising beneath her eyes, and a lovely open wound on her forehead. She wanted to snap at him, put him in his place. Sadly, Tazi had never been a good Myrian woman. That required her to be mean.

His words interrupted her thought process. She shrugged herself. He must not have been a good hunter if he was hunting boar and ended up finding a naked woman. Or, depending on the point of view, maybe he was an excellent hunter. "I see. I'd like to dress your shoulder, but I am going to have to find something to pack it with. Let's start with your hand."

Tazi returned to her pile of strips, picking an appropriate sized one. Sitting, she beckoned him forward. He was going to have to play along if he wanted her help.
User avatar
Tazi
of the Scattered Bones
 
Posts: 142
Words: 123604
Joined roleplay: February 24th, 2014, 4:16 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Plotnotes

The Earth is Alive [Kol]

Postby Kol on April 27th, 2014, 10:21 pm

Image
Kol could be obedient. He could be polite. In fact, was he not being kind to her now? He was doing what she asked, just at his own pace. He liked war, but he also enjoyed the cleansing and washing himself of the blood and dirt would be more difficult once he had fresh bandages around his wounds. He stood in front of her as she ran her eyes along his skin, taking in the damage.

Kol followed her without protest, his face turning to look around them. He was beginning to hear the sounds of jungle again, the warning silence no longer haunting after them. It was refreshing in a way. If another danger came, it wouldn't the Yukmen, but something else. Perhaps something a bit more manageable.

He locked his jaw as the woman worked, threatening to bite his tongue to distract himself from what she was doing. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moving and he promptly jerked to cough, pain shooting through his windpipes. He throat felt raw. Squeezing one of his palms tightly into a fist, it took willpower and conscious judgment to not do the same thing with the other. Tazi's attention was keeping him rooted in place and his hand tensed from the effort.

"My sister wishes to be a healer." Kol watched as Tazi worked, moving when she needed him to, "Her Jungle Trial is this year." Different clans had different coming of age trials, and this was for his clan. They took those at their sixteenth name day, lead them into the Jungle blind folded and let the find their way back to Taloba within the next few days. It was survival.

Kol wasn't sure why he had said this. Perhaps watching the Myrian woman work made him think of his sibling. If Dalia turned out like Tazi, it would not have been the worst thing to happen, would it? She would pass. He worked with all of his sisters in preparation. The jungle was a dangerous place, but with the Yukmen running around, Kol's eyebrows drew together, a look of upset coming over his face. If those creatures were running around, it would be another danger for his sister to face.

In fact, his sister's name day would be coming up very soon. His worry darkened. Kol's family was his main priority. He may not have been a female, but he took their safety in his own hands. "What are you doing?" He watched Tazi work to keep his thoughts away from things he couldn't control.

---
Myrian
User avatar
Kol
Player
 
Posts: 129
Words: 105290
Joined roleplay: March 7th, 2014, 12:11 am
Race: Myrian
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 1
Featured Thread (1)

PreviousNext

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 0 guests