Dead Men Tell No Tales [Corum plz]

[Nidassasyae]

Winter 2, early evening Nidassasyae wandered down the cobblestone streets, feeling the unnatural rock formations beneath her feet. How she longed for the feel of earth and damp grass, not this man made idea of a pathway. Were she more human, she would say that the animal inside her longed for this, but she was not. Nidae was a Kelvic, with all the confusion and restriction that the race entailed. She was an animal inside a human's body, and this skin still felt odd. If she could trade this pink and patchy skin for fur, and cobblestone streets for barren Northern Wastelands, she certainly would have said yes, if that option were given to her a season ago. But matters such as comfort didn't concern her now, or at least her's didn't. As much as she wanted to embrace her animal nature, it would have to wait until her companions had decided to travel again. These decisions were not her own, they belonged to others, who could make wiser choices. Specifically Nehsmay and Seliarus. Where they went, so would Nidae. Her animal nature could be held back, if that was what her Bondmate and the Vantha wished. But this new city had it's merits, it was not as terrible as Syliras had been. The fact that there was no fortress here, no way to be trapped in by tons of stone, had been foremost on Nidae's mind... Until she had smelled the ocean. There had to be nothing like it. The endless waves and dark horizon fascinated the leopardess. She loved the tangy scent of salt upon the wind, and the feel of her tangled raven mane whipping about her. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before, for what in the featureless Northern Wastes could compare? Nidae took a deep breath of the cleansing sea air, feeling her worries wash away. The crowds, cobblestones, even the worries about her new Bond faded away as the Kelvic relaxed in the scent of the sea. Even in her slight human form, Nidae looked nothing like a human, or a regular human at least. She was thin and pale, but the frail looking characteristics ended there. Her eyes were slitted like a predators, catching the light and reflecting it back, giving her a fierce and inhuman gaze. Her thick raven mane was tangled, and her face was painted with blue warpaint. There'd was no mistaking her for a regular Zeltivan citizen. But she showed no sign of wanting to attract attention to herself, simply walking calmly down the docks as though she were uncomfortable with her surroundings, but simply accepting it. A few sailors got out of the way of the feral looking girl, but most simply ignored her. Nidae simply dodged out of their way, weaving through the passengers and sailors. Once she found a relatively quiet portion of the docks, Nidae sat down on the wood's edge, dangling her feet towered the murky water. The soft sway of the docks was a bit uncomfortable, she liked her world to be firm and steady, but the slight motion was worth the scents and feeling of freedom.

[Corum]

Corum was bored. this city had nothing for him, and he felt he must soon move on. That, and this city was not so large. his body was wearing down, he needed to go. A missing person would be noticed here. He was not, as of yet, deformed, but the stink of death followed him as he went. Thus he moved from the library to haunt the docks of Zeltiva. the smell of salt water would hide his sent from the humans who would undoubtedly turn on him if they knew of his nature.

He looked out to the sea, and at the ships who rested so close to him. He could, most likely, kill one of the crew and sail away in his place.... too much work. His presence, though his race was masked, still unnerved the sailors who came by. Not many did, after a while. Corum sat on a crate, his hood pulled low to hide his face as he watched the docks, to see what sailor belonged to what ship. Ever observant, for fear of an untimely end, he watched those who were on the street as well. Any one of them could snatch the life right out of him with ease, so he considered his paranoia well founded.

It was because of this that he spotted a new one. One of the shape shifters if he recalled, haveing met one before. The sailors parted before her, and there was a most uncivilized air about her... perhaps, even, an almost uneducated feral look. In life, Corum might have found her attractive. In death, however, such thoughts served him not. He was also aware that the shape shifters had superior might to those he hid from currently. His travel pack lay at his feet, his hands clasp behind his back, as was the norm.

She walked closer. Corum, fearing the unknown, did his best to remain still. Not a muscle did he move, he did not even blink or breathe. He was greatful that he did not need to. She walked past him, and sat on the docks. Corum, thinking he was safe, relaxed. He had not been noticed. Unknown to him, because of his completely being covered in his robe, the wind shifted. He was now up wind of her as he watched a person he had noticed many times on the same ship. A young man, constantly being yelled at for his incompetence. Perfect for his escape, as he did not know much of sailing. He would wait though. Corum still had a few more days.

(OOC: sorry if i suck today. im very tired, but i promised i'd post today ^^;)

[Nidassasyae]

OOCWow, someone might have thought Nida was attractive? That's a first! The shifting wind uncovered new and interesting scents to Nida's nose. At first she could simply identify the smells of the town, and the ever imminent smell of salt. Then came a new smell, one not altogether foreign to her, yet strange in relation to the location. It was the smell of death, of rotting flesh. It could not be some sort of fish, it did not have that salty and almost abrasive quality that fish smelled like to her. It was sickly sweet, the odor of putrefaction, of a soft and unscaled body. At first she thought that perhaps a body was floating in the harbor. Since she had never been to a port before, Nida had no idea if this would be commonplace or a rare occurrence. She stopped swinging her legs and peered down at the murky water below. Nope, there was no sign of a body there. The Kelvic girl tilted her head to one side in a cat-like fashion, looked down at the churning water for one more second, then rose to her feet. She was curious, as any cub would be, and she wanted to find the source of the smell. It was useless to try looking for the body, not when the smell was that evident in the air, at least to her nose. But even with her heightened senses, Nida could not just sniff about and pin-point the location of the body. That was a skill that she could only use in her true form, her preferred form. But she wasn't stupid enough to shift out here, just for the greater ease of finding her quarry. The young woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, letting the smell settle on the roof of her mouth. She didn't know whether or not this worked in her human form, but it was a habit, something that any cat would do. Nida opened her eyes, taking a few steps forwards along the docks. It was here, it must be here. She didn't know how a corpse would be concealed, or really what to do with it once she found it. But that didn't matter to her, there wasn't much rhyme or reason to what she did in the first place. Following the smell, Nida stopped right in front of a mysterious figure clad in a scarlet robe. His hood was pulled down over his face, leaving his features in shadow. The sickly sweet scent was strongest here. Was the body in the crate that the man sat on? No, it really couldn't be. Even to a human, he must have smelled something at least. The stranger looked out of place, the only hooded figure out here on the docks. Where was the smell coming from... From him? That erased any thought of the stranger being human from her mind. Even a human soaked in blood and gore would not smell like this. It was the odor of something that had been rotting for a long time, mixed with the smell of chemicals that burned her nose. The petite young woman stared at the seated figure for a few more moments, before curiosity got the best of her. "What are you?" she asked in a hushed voice, trying not to draw anymore attention than a hooded figure and a feral looking girl possibly could. OOC # 2Aww, thanks for posting! Go get some sleep!