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[Loda]

Summer 23rd, 515AV

Loda had left his room early in the morning to hunt a bit for things, but now it was getting toward afternoon. He had said that he would take Savacea out to explore more of the island a few nights ago. This morning he left a note at the desk with the strange Benshiran man to remind her that he would be back around noon to get her and take her to explore various parts of the island and that she should dress accordingly.

What he didn’t express to the Benshiran was that he fully intended to explore the swamps with her. For all the man knew he could be taking her out for fancy cuisine or something but perhaps she, knowing his character a slight bit could wonder if that's truly what he had in mind. In place of cuisine, Loda wanted to see where exactly the Black Marsh was and if they could explore some of the swampland without getting too pestered by Dhani.

Now that it was noontime he was heading back and made his way into the worn, wooden double door. He closed it with ease as the wind wasn’t blowing so strongly today, and headed down the short stairway. The steps were cool on his bare feet as he walked and he could feel the style of masonry beneath his feet. Sometimes he wore his sandals and sometimes he didn’t. Today the man wore a white linen shirt and the same loincloth that he wore before the last time Savacea saw him. The white shirt was spotted with a light splatter of dried mud that the man now dusted off at the doorway.

As he came down the stairs with spear in his hand he looked about at the small meeting room where the counter sat. People were congregated inside speaking to each other, even ghosts, and yet all things seemed civil. He looked around for the woman for where she was. Trying to pick her out of the crowd. He was not so good with weeding one from another in busy places.

The man could build a fire competently in the swamp or in the jungle, both places where wetness was, but he could not see a person right in front of him. Holding his spear close, he made sure not to intrude upon anyone as he moved through. If he could not see her he would likely go to the desk to inquire for her room.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Savacea wrapped her silk shirt on, over that she put her Symenestra armor on. Wiggling into her black tights, finishing it off with her sandals, she had slept most of the day. Work had left a more tired then she expected it would, sleeping most of the day away. She was not a morning person, but Tokia liked her to be there early as some days she would work from morning to sun down, ingesting as much information as she could while working there. The woman let out a soft sigh, stepping out of her room and making her way out of the Dormitories, as she passed the front desk the man there stopped her.

"Excuse me." The man said and she turned to see the odd man, motioning for her to come over. She was a bit taken aback at that, peering around her making sure it was she he was talking to. Confirming that it was she slowly walked over, "A man said he would be here to take you out this afternoon, to dress accordingly." The man looked her up and down, obviously disapproving of her dress.

The person he was referring to was Loda, as he said they would explore the island together. The man's eyes looking at her in such a disapproving way made her feel self-conscious about her body and the way she dressed. From what she could tell, she was dressed perfectly find. Her and Loda was in a romantic relationship, she had no reason to dress up. Savacea smirked in thought, Besides, Loda's type of date would probably be fighting of some kind. She almost laughed out loud at that thought, he seemed to not be the romantic type to her. Plus, they were forming a friendship or at least she hoped they was any way.

With a cold glare to the man, she quirked an eye brow, "Thank you for letting me know." She said simply, turning and walking inside the common room she found a sparse wall, leaning against it not wanting to engage in conversation with anyone, she leaned there giving all a cold glare so they would not be tempted to talk to her. She had only been there a short while, before Loda's domineering body pushed through the crowd. She watched him looking around, deciding to stay back to examine the man before approaching. Today his tawny chest was covered with a white tunic, the color suiting his skin tone, although admittedly she was disappointed that his chest was not bare. What woman wouldn't.. She thought with a grin. There was no denying he was a good looking man, even if she did not feel romantically inclined towards him, she was just being honest. He still wore his loin cloth, though today his feet were bare. She smirked, as she debated going barefoot herself.

He seemed to be looking around the room, not able to pick her out of the crowd, so she decided to be sneaky. She waited till he was ahead of where she was, stalking him, until she was at his back she tapped his shoulder with her claw, "BOO!" She said loudly, her voice though soft came out loud enough for all to hear her. Savacea was a little embarrassed as the silence filled the room, she really did not mind the attention but she was not expecting that. The Symenestra was in a playful mood today, a better mood then she had been in awhile. She could not help but taunt the man, he was fun to mess with. She was not sure how he would react to her sneaking up on him in an attempt to scare him, if it would even work, or if he would be angry but she was feeling rather fun today, and did it either way.

[Loda]

Loda didn’t have a scare reflex really. It had been deadened by intense battle from his youth, so really the only time something ever scared him out of shock was in a situation like this. The man could see the room and the people in it, but he could not locate her through them. He had let his guard down completely, resolving to go to the front desk and ask when she came out of no-where and shouted ‘BOO’ at him. One, he was in a room full of people speaking about nonsensical things and two his focus was elsewhere. Above all else though was the sensation of her claw upon his back. It would have been one thing if it was a ghost trying to scare him, but this reached out to his tactile senses and told him it was a physical thing.

The claw on his skin would feel a noticeable jump in the man’s skin. While some people when they are scared scream, he did not. He wasn’t trying to be macho or anything, that part died in him at about age three. His hand instead tightened its grip upon his spear and his body froze. With a shooting glance, the man’s darkened hair flipped to the side as he looked to see who dared not only try to scare him, but touch him. By the time he saw her he had begun to deduct who it was in his mind. He had not met anyone else really who would dare, let alone someone whom he told to wait for him. Yet it played to his perception of her that she indeed was sneaky to a point. He failed to be observant of her and she won the bout.

With a fresh grin playing over his face as he looked back he gave her a sort of upward nod. The silence in the room was broken as the man turned to face her in her embarrassment. He could see her excitement as it was contagious.

“I didn’t see you there. Are you ready?” he looked her up and down and indeed she was nearly ready. The pants could be hiked up in the swamp and she could likely carry her sandals. “Looks like it.”

She wore her armor on the outside now, and while she was able to examine him clearly the other night in the dark, he was not able to view her as he intended. Now he could see the blackness of her Ashl colored hair, the large curls that seemed to wind like snakes every which way. Her eyes weren’t near as eerie in the torchlight of the meeting room. Before she looked like some sort of half ghost, but now he could see her chest rise and fall, he could see the armor she bore before the other night, and he could see her pale veined skin.

She was not so hideous as he had made out before and he liked that. She still had the look of a predator, especially now that she was excited and happy. Her fangs more than likely striking terror into various humans and other races that had happened to temporarily congregate here. He still saw her as small and fragile, but not as much as the other night. She was in fact a head or so shorter than he, but she filled her small form. Perhaps it was the silks that confused his senses. Her claws were still as sharp and beautifully vicious looking as ever and he couldn’t wait to see her tear into the flesh of something and suck the life from it.

“I wanted to explore the island some. Do you feel up to traversing a swamp rather than a cliffside?” He was obviously the same man, but the light did different things to his skin. The golden light of the torches seemed to give him a glow, and the unique green of his vibrant tattoo stood out where it peeked out from below his shirt sleeve. If she was ready to go he would nod toward the door. He didn’t give a single look to anyone else but Myrians in the room, whom he would give nods of respect as they exited the room.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Loda did not scream like a frightened girl as she would have hoped he would, though it was not really like him to be that way. Still a devious smile spread across her lips when she felt him jump under her nail, she suppressed the giggle of victory that rose in her throat, as he turned giving her a upward nod, she thought about doing it back but she felt it would look silly coming from her, so she just grinned. The silence that embarrassed her fell away when the warrior turned to look at her, she did not care about these other people, they were insignificant to her.

The dark haired man explained he did not see her there, asking if she was ready. She nodded her head excitedly taking him in for a moment, as he took in her outfit. The light from the torches played on his skin, giving it a glow that her staring for longer then she probably should have, the green of his tattoo stark upon his skin. The way the light hit his face casting a perfect shadow in the right places, he looked a fierce yet gorgeous man, with his stern jaw and dark eyes. "Looks like you are ready too." She gave him a playful wink as the turned to leave the common room.

She could hear a human male ask his companion, as he glanced at her, if she was some type of monster. It was loud enough for her to hear him as well as the rest of the room. She mentally shrugged it off, his comment did not matter, she was used to being called such things, besides she was exploring the island today and was not going to let some bigot ruining it for her. Loda's husky voice laced with dominance pierced her thoughts, as he asked if traversing the swamp was okay. "That sounds like fun actually, I would love to see the swamp. Hold on, be right back." She rushed off to her room, grabbing her silk pack and returning to Loda. She slung it over her shoulder, "Okay, now I am fully ready." She said a bit flushed from running to her room and back, smiling at Loda.

The two of them exited the Dormitories, heading towards the Black Marsh. She heard stories about that place and was always curious about it. She could not wait to explore what was out there, even if people said it was dangerous. Savacea had Loda at her side, so she was not too worried about the danger that lurked in the murky swamp land. She was confident in his abilities to fight off anything that threatened him. As they walked towards the Marsh, she turned to him, "How was your day?" She asked looking him over slightly. The question was simple, as she tried to make small talk on their way to the swamp. Though she did want to know how his day went, it was what friends were supposed to do, or at least she thought it was. In all honesty she had not had many friends through out her life time, and was unsure how to go about forming that bond.

[Loda]

Something seemed to entrance the woman before him and she studied him like he had done to her quite a few times. She stared to his skin with almost a hypnotic gaze that he had thought locked her there. Savacea toyed with him by winking and he let out a gruff chuckle.

Making way toward the steps that led out, he could likewise hear the human ask the question. Humans were so stupid and timid to him. While some had strength, he couldn’t think of how he would answer that question if it were him on the other side of the conversation. Wasn’t just about everyone on this island a monster? Sure humans were the majority, and Symenestra probably the least known to be seen, but still, if she was walking around the common room of an establishment, one would think that you’d have enough common sense to understand she wasn’t a mindless beast. Regardless he told his traveling companion the plan and she hopped off to go get something from her room.

Loda in the meantime tilted up his spear so that he leaned on it and looked to the man who had spoke of her as a monster. He then bore his fangs to him to scare him. Whatever the man was murmuring to his companion stopped and he was taken aback. The Myrian chuckled at his weakness and removed his spear from its stance. With grace he moved to the first step and stepped up on it while waiting for her.

Eventually she came out of her room and he could see the flushness of her skin as she ran. Where before there was little color to her, now there was life behind it. She seemed like she had run to get it, whatever it was, and he looked to investigate what was different about her now from before. Now that she was with him he exited the building with her. Upon coming into the light of day and her asking him how his day was, he turned around to look at her in the light, to see not only how her skin and appearance was in the golden light from above, but to answer her.

“It was fine. I caught some small game for breakfast, but I am debating if I can make a living doing so. I must admit, finding work that is capable of my abilities on this island has been a bit of a challenge. There is no Ya’Tago here, just ...bunnies and small things I think. Though I have not explored it all yet.” He almost seemed disappointed in the fact there were just bunnies by his tone.

He gestured vaguely to her to head down the path with him, and its treacherous slope seemed less so now that it was daytime and no wind was ripping over the crag. As they descended past the slope and made it further down to the main path that would lead them to the swamp, he looked back to her and let her come to his side now that there was more room.

“What did you do in the morning hours?”

He looked to her eyes to see if there was sleepiness or alertness, though by the woman’s excitement it seemed all he would find is her being bright-eyed. Before they went much further they would have to prepare properly, so upon his side he had a small bag, almost unnoticeable of things they could use to start a fire. He wondered how dirty she exactly thought she would become by the end of the day, because as she wore her silks, he considered if the woman had no other clothes, or if she just thought she wouldn’t get dirty. Upon reaching the edge of the swampland he would stop and look up to the top of the trees, then down to the ground. This seemed like the place he had started to go hunting before and it seemed as good of place as any to delve deeper into the swamp, yet he would go no further. Instead he undid the tie at his side where his loincloth was tied, but instead of untying his cloth like it seemed he was doing, he producing a small bag from his side.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Loda sounded like he had an eventful morning, but he did not seem too happy about the bunny situation and she smirked when he said it. "What is Ya’Tago?" She stumbled over the unfamiliar word, where it came from Loda smooth and easy, she had a hard time pronouncing it correctly. Savacea wondered if he did not like the taste of rabbit, preferring the meat from bigger game, or perhaps rabbits were too simple to hunt and he needed a bigger challenge.

She came to Loda's side now that there was more room to do so, as he asked her what she did this morning. She glanced up at him, her bright red eyes looking up into his own eyes, "I slept..all morning long." Savacea replied, crossing her arms over her chest a bit defiantly. She did not think Loda would say much about it, though one never knew.

At the edge of the swampland Savacea was wondering if wearing her silk shirt was a good idea, she did not want to ruin it. Perhaps she should take it off and just wear the armor, it covered her torso up, even if it made her bosom look larger then life since it was skin tight. She debated on this, as she glanced over at Loda. It appeared he was untying his loin cloth and she glanced away quickly blushing to give him some privacy, "W..wait.. Do we have to go through naked?!" She asked still looking away from the man, it appeared he was getting naked.

The devious side of her had to make sure though, and she peaked over and saw he had produced a bag. Savacea grinned looking up at Loda, he was so much taller then she was, "Got my hopes up there Loda.." She gave a soft giggle as she peered over at the swamp, "Though I am thinking of taking my shirt off, I do not want to get it ruined." She chewed on her red lower lip, it was a nervous habit, as she glanced at the swamp. She really did not want to ruin her shirt, Symenestra silk was hard to find, and she was not one to shop and buy new clothes it was not a fun activity for her. Besides that she could not stand the feel of cotton on her skin, it made her itch, she was only going to wear silk. Though she supposed she would not have much of a choice if she ever wanted to buy a dress, she did not like dresses really, but she did want to look nice from time to time she was a woman after all!

[Loda]

The woman didn’t know what Ya’Tago was and lived in the same jungle as him. Surely her society must have been hidden. Though as he considered, there weren’t many Ya’Tago around...thank goodness. It was a hunt to even find the one he bagged upon age sixteen, so when she asked him he thought about how to describe it a bit, looking up to the prevailing winds that blew to the island, shifting what few trees there were this way and that.

He said slowly, “It is a bug, a vicious animal in our jungle. It is about..as tall as my spear and twice as long. It remains almost motionless until it strikes with a powerful charge. Something like a praying mantis, if you have seen them, but much larger. It has two claws that strike, dealing death to many. So many it uses their corpses as a nest to hide its eggs and attract a female. The greater the smell of foul carcass, the more attracted she is. As a child, A Blooded Fang must choose a beast he is to conquer over. I chose the Ya’Tago. As small one will not do. You must find as large and deadly of one that you can, and somehow slay it.” He took in a breath, “When you are of the age of the trial, which is on your sixteenth spring, you must begin to hunt your prey, using all you’ve learned your whole life. You slay the beast, and you become a Myrian.” with that he revealed the mark at his side. “You don’t, and you are lesser, still Myrian, but not the same. Many go long in their lives before achieving this goal.”

The large man obviously succeeded in his or he would not have had his mark. As she told him that she had slept all morning long he looked about them and said, “I was up with the sun...but I wish I slept all morning long.” Perhaps he was joking, but perhaps he wasn’t. It was kind of hard to tell at first. The Myrians didn’t seem like a joking kind of people when you looked at them; being very serious. However after a few seconds a hint of a smile crept over his face.

As they approached the landscape that had been flattened by the runoff of the island, forming the Black Marsh, he began to prepare himself and he heard her shriek to him and look away. This made Loda raise an eyebrow, who had no issue with going naked. He was slightly confused by the woman and just shook his head and continued what he was doing. She recovered and perhaps could see the man’s strange face he was giving her as he bent down to gather some dry underbrush to start a little fire. As he picked up crisping leaves that had been dried by the sun, he listened to Savacea’s questioning of her shirt.

“I would just go naked but at least bring this armor of yours in case some Dhani do cause problems.” the man said bluntly as if it wasn’t a big deal. “but if you are worried about ruining your clothing and don't wish to be naked, we can maybe try to stay to dry paths and you can roll up your pants.” He looked around again as no-one really seemed to be about this more deserted area. “We could conceal your things here perhaps in the shade of this bush”. Loda pointed over to the nearby bush and left it up to her. Once he got a tiny blaze going with the tools that were in his bag, he let the mixture of leaves smoulder and become charcoal. It was not a large fire, only about half a foot in diameter and was quickly out of fuel, smouldering down after a few moments. Something in the back of his mind still told him not to trust the Symenestra, even though he pushed it aside.

Eventually as the charcoal burned down Loda himself would strip off his shirt and throw it under the bush. For what he had planned it could have meant falling in mud completely, and with a loincloth, who cared. That's what she needed, a loincloth like the Myrian women on the Island, though he wondered what that would even look like on her.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Savacea listened intently of Loda's description of this Ya'Toga. It seemed to be a vicious and large monster, something she would never want to really come across. As he described the beast her eyes grew wide, she was a little shocked that he had taken one day at the age of Sixteen. It seemed strange to her, though it spoke of his strength, he revealed the mark at his side and she looked at it as he spoke once more, she nodded her head, "You must be very strong indeed.." She said a little bit surprised at this story, letting her words trail off as she looked him up and down. He looked strong but some people did and were weak, he on the other hand was strong and looked it.

She smiled back at him, not sure if he was joking at first but with the smile she felt like perhaps he was. Being up with the sun was not something she would like to do, even though she had to be at work early in the morning it was not as soon as the sun was up, if that were the case she would probably be late every day. Savacea was more of a nocturnal sort, preferring the dark hours compared to the light ones.


It did not seem he was at all offended by the naked body, which made her feel strange. Perhaps Myrians walked around naked all day, so it was a sight that he was used to. Though she would never walk around naked she could see the benefits of this, although she could not help but wonder if the lust for bodies was stronger with Myrians, especially if the women walked around naked all the time. She brushed the thought aside though, as he replied to her nervousness about her shirt, confirming that he did like to prance around naked, she went wide eyed, "I am not going to run around here naked.." Savacea replied a bit shocked at his explanation. At least he did not crave her body, nor saw her romantically, so the nakedness should not bother her. Still though, she was not about to skip through the marsh in nothing but her skin, she preferred not feeling everything touch her in the marsh intimately. She looked over at the bush and then back at Loda, he really was serious about this naked thing.

As he busied himself with the fire she walked to the bush, removing the armor she laid it on the ground. Then she took her silks off, stuffing it in her sack not really trusting leaving it on the ground, she then removed her upper undergarment sticking it in the pack as well. Her body was turned so Loda could only see her back, she was frail it was true, though from all the intense climbing she had to do it did not look as frail with out her clothes. Her body was lithe, slender, and toned from her continued climbing. Climbing surfaces was more exercise then people thought, and although she had an advantage it still worked the muscles she had. Savacea picked up the light armor and wrapped it around her body, it was skin tight but very mobile in case she needed to climb it would not hinder her. After that she took her sandals off, putting them in the bush, rolling up her tights above her knee.

She turned around and saw that Loda was done with this weird fire he started, she was curious as to why he did this. Savacea watched as his shirt came off and she could not help the woman in her admiring him as he did so, Finally he takes that damn thing off.. That is much better. She thought with a smirk, then calming her face as she looked down at the charcoal that was on the ground, "What is that for?" she asked curiously pointing at the burnt down fire, her brow creasing in curiosity at the stuff.

[Loda]

Loda could see the shocked expression on his companions face. If it were not from killing so many of them in his lifetime, by the time he saw a large one, his eyes would have been widened too. Even so he had great respect for the beast, even if it was unnatural. She commented on how strong he was and he stopped her thoughts right there in her place.

“No...I could not then, nor now face down a giant Ya’Tago by bare strength, perhaps a few months ago I could have wounded it, but it is immensely fast and if caught unaware by it, you are dead. I spent my life studying it, learning how it moved and how it thought. What I did was not conquer it by strength, but by tactics, intelligence, and a swift strike to bring it down. If it saw me before that strike...I would not be here.”

This correction let her truly know the viciousness of an adult Ya’Tago. He was dead serious and it showed. As he wondered to how she slept in all day, and the perspective that she was up late at night on the day they met, he wondered if she was a race that was up late at nights when it was dark. It would make sense to him. Yet he wondered if it was just her as well. She said wide eyed that she was not going to pounce about naked through the swamp. He could see why and why not. Honestly to him, clothes were clothes. They could get dirty or not, yet he understood that she wore silks, not linen or something. As she went to change he choked the fire, bringing it down in heat and waving at it with his hands. As she stripped down further he could sense her discomfort with the situation, so he thought it best to pay mind to his fire. The temptation was perhaps great, but he instead chose to show her he wasn’t watching her by letting her hear his voice as it faced the fire.

“What do you do for work right now on the Island?”

He scooped up some of his hair and thrust it forward from his back so that half of it dangled in the front. She could easily tell he didn’t watch her from his voice, and yet if she looked before or after she was done, his hair had come down almost as if to block sight to her nakedness. Hearing the woman turn and finish stuffing her things under the bush, he took his shirt off and did likewise. Returning to the fire he crouched down and began to take the charred remains into his hand that had cooled. Savacea inquired as to what he was doing and he shook his head.

“We have to get ready...Here, sit.” he pointed to a rock nearby the fire that was suitable for her to sit on. He crushed the leaves and dried crispy material in his hand and then from a drying puddle nearby he dipped two fingers to get them wet. He smeared the mixture in his hand and began to make a paint from it. If she sat down obediently he would come up very close to her and swing his hair behind himself to his back so that it wouldn’t get in the way. He then would dig his fingers into the mixture and then hold up the black mixture to show her what he was going to put on her. “To explore, hunt, and live, we must pay respects to the land we are going to be part of.”

With a nice neat line he would paint his chin from his lower lip downward. Where there was brown skin, now was black as night. The man dipped his finger in the mixture again and held it toward her chin to see if she would allow him to put it on.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

His explanation of how he took the monstrous beast down was one she was even more shocked by. It showed her he was more then just muscle, that he was logical and could think through situations. He used his mind and not just his brawn in a fight, it was terrifying really. It made her a little wary of the man, since he obviously was more intelligent then she gave him credit for. To Savacea knowledge was were true power laid, not muscle.

As she was changing he asked her a question, she was unsure how to answer. Perhaps saying that she craft poisons would not sit well with Loda, she heard and from traveling outside of Kalinor, that crafting poisons was not a widely accepted profession. The thought of killing someone with out force was terrifying to some, just as it was for her when Loda told her how he defeated the Ya'Tago. She used her mind, not her brawn, if she were to take down a foe. Though really, she was intrigued by poison crafting it was not just that she could use it with out anyone knowing, and killing someone. Though that was a perk, it was deeper then that, the way nature provided people with the means to an end was actually quite glorious. She did not answer the question until she was fully dressed, coming over to Loda. "I work at Tokia's, the potion shop on Eastern Bay." She replied, not giving too much information only the basics of what she really did there. Potions could be taken in many ways, medicine, love, poison. She would let him decide which to take from it.

When Loda said they had to get ready she did not know what he meant, how was this burnt pile going to help them get ready? She sat at the rock he pointed at obediently as she watched him carefully, learning what he was doing as she did so. The warrior crushed the leaves and the cripsy material in his hand, he then went to a puddle to collect some moisture from it. Then he seemed to stir the mixture in his hand with his two fingers, and it started to thicken a bit into something that looked like paint. After he was done he came closer to her, she wanted to lean back but was too intrigued to do so, besides who would lean back from a handsome man standing close to you? Well perhaps Savacea would be the type to do so, but she was too interested in what he was doing. His black silken hair was slung behind him, taking his fingers he dipped them into the mixture, holding up to show her explaining that to go in there they must pay respect to the land and become a part of it. She scrunched up her nose, not exactly thrilled to have to put this gunk on her but nodded her head.

She watched a little more closely then was probably appropiate as his fingers drew a neat line from his chin to his lower lip, her mouth opened a little in protest when he came up to her to do the same, but she shut it to let him paint her black. She lifted her chin up to the man, "Is this the way of your people?" Savacea asked before he painted her chin. She was honestly nervous to have contact with him, since it was not in her nature to be physically close to another, but it was not anything but preparing to explore the marsh, not a romantic gesture so she gave in. Waiting patiently for his fingers to brush her silky skin, she wondered if he would feel as hard as he looked, if his hands were calloused or soft.