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| Of Land, Sea, and Sky [IC] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: June 14, 2011, 3:59 am (256 Views) | |
| That Butler | June 14, 2011, 3:59 am Post #1 |
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Of Land, Sea, and Sky [OOC] The rolling motion of the ship had already grown to be a cause of illness for Razael. He was curled up on the small bed he'd woken up in nearly a day ago, his snow-white wings trembling as they kept so very close to his back. Over the several hours that he'd been here, he'd combed the room for any way that he could escape. His search was fruitless, though. The only exit was the door, and that was locked. It opened only for one of the humans who had kidnapped him to slide a plate of food into the room, and two such plates were sitting untouched on the floor. Not that Razael thought they'd try to poison him, but their food did not appeal to his delicate palate. A particularly large swell made the ship tilt, nearly sending the Heron Shifter off the bed. He held on for dear life and groaned into the dirty pillow, trying as hard as he could to settle his stomach. This was already shaping out to be the worst day of his rather long life. He didn't need to add nausea to the list of things that were making him miserable right now. He glanced over at the door, wondering what the humans had planned for him. So far as he knew, this was the first time humans had ever captured a Heron Shifter. They'd captured their fair share of Hawks and Ravens, considering that those tribes actually interacted with humans. Granted, those interactions involved killing one another, but hostages had still be taken. On both sides. But the Herons were revered among the Shifters. They never went on those raids. They stayed deep in the Shifter territory, where it was safe. Or where they had thought it was safe. Clearly that was no longer the case. Humans could reach their forest sanctuary, and they could steal away a prince. "What will become of me?" he whispered, the elegant language of his kind flowing smoothly from his lips. It was a language that only the Herons still used on a daily basis. Ancient and powerful. All of their songs were in this language, and that was part of what gave the songs their magic. The other part was the natural magic of the Herons. Though anyone could learn the language, only those with the blood of the Heron Shifters could weave the golden words into magical melodies. Most Hawk and Raven Shifters understood the language, but only the oldest of them still spoke it on occasion. No matter how much the humans and Shifters despised one another, they had ended up adopting the same common speech. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | June 14, 2011, 5:38 am Post #2 |
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Ravens took pride in their wingspan and the leader f the flock was always the one with the largest wingspan. That mindset had carried over to the Raven Shifters and for centuries rival clans had vied for power with his family finally over coming all with their impressive wingspan. A normal Raven Shifter had an average of a twenty foot wingspan but Kael's great great grandfather and beat out the competition with a massive thirty foot wingspan. To this day Huzael was revered as a legend. The good genes had ran in the family and they had averaged thirty foot wingspans. When Kael came along that changed everything. His wingspan was an incredibly thirty-five feet from wing tip to wing tip. The only opposition he had was from his fathers old rivals and that was quickly crushed. With the wind under his wings Kael sped through the sky with his usual retinue trailing behing him by a good mile. The only one that was capable of staying close to him was long time friend and personal knight Criostior. He trusted the man with his life. Their meeting had been a rough one and his retainers had almost killed him before he could interfere. His kindness had been then only thing to save him. Today they were out searching for the ship that had taken the Heron Prince. Spotting a ship about three miles off Kael stopped and hovered awaiting his gaurd. A battle would definitely insue even if this wasn't the ship he could get some information from them. Edited by Everlasting Nirvana, June 14, 2011, 6:27 am.
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| Dream | June 17, 2011, 11:47 pm Post #3 |
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Cris stretched his wings to their full potential, powerful strokes allowing him to keep up with his King. Even though he was arguably stronger then the king, Kael's superior wingspan allowed him to maintain the lead. While Cris's wingspan was far from puny, it was such in comparison to the Raven King's. It wasn't as though Cris would actually overtake him anyway. If they had just been out on a pleasure flight, maybe he would have tried, but they were out on business. The Heron Prince had been kidnapped, and it was up to them to get him back. The black-winged shifter was so focused on the water below him, he nearly bumped into Kael when the king suddenly stopped mid-flight. Catching himself at the last minute, he pulled up and circled around before hovering beside the other. "Think this one is them?" he asked, gesturing to the ship in the distance. ~ Caiomhe Skye, known to nearly everyone as Cam, walked along the deck of the ship in silence. She may have been there, barking out orders, but her mind was someplace far away. She was still thinking of the shifter prince being held captive on her ship. She would get a good deal of money for that one. While the money wasn't really why she took the job, it was as good a reason as any. Really, she just wanted to stop the war between the humans and the shifters. Not that she really believed the kidnapping would actually accomplish that, but it was worth a shot. If anything, it was worth it to have someone of that much power under her influence. After a few more minutes of pacing, Cam turned on her heels and came to a stop, her longsword clinking against her leg. She looked around for a moment, before saying, "Someone go check up on Razael. She didn't want anything bad to happen to the Heron. She didn't wish harm upon him, not really. Edited by Dream, June 18, 2011, 9:48 pm.
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| Judas Priest | June 19, 2011, 11:03 pm Post #4 |
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Leaning against the mast of the ship, not far from Caiomhe Skye, was a man who looked to be of about thirty years, with sweeping black hair and dark eyes that seemed at first glance to be glinting, as though he were constantly plotting something--but a deeper inspection would reveal an unsettling emptiness in the eyes of Jiàn Wu, mercenary, bounty hunter, and, for the moment anyway, a member of this motley crew of swords for hire. The armour he wore, made of what looked like blackened steel, was of a style crafted exclusively in the land of Xiāofáng, one of the small Eastern kingdoms that isolated itself from much of the outside world--Jiàn prided himself greatly for its rarity and the great protection against blade and blunt weapon that it afforded him. At that moment, Skye spoke (she seemed to prefer Cam, but Jiàn preferred to address those he worked with by their surname...it was more...'professional'). "Someone go check up on Razael." No one seemed willing, not that Jiàn could blame them. The runt was probably in there crying his eyes out like some sort of baby (Jiàn was well aware the Heron prince was probably decades older than he was, but as Jiàn put it, it wasn't the years you'd lived, it's what you'd done in those years). In my experience, Herons are far too sensitive, he mused to himself as the silence that followed Skye's words remained palpable in the air. At least Ravens or Hawks put up an entertaining fight...maybe the Herons are getting too used to being treated like gods. A fact that struck Jiàn as unusual. It would have made sense to the mercenary that Hawks, with their superior strength and power, or Ravens, with their intelligence and aptitude for deception, would be revered by the 'weakling' Herons, not the other way around. "Ah hell, I'll go look in on the kid," Jiàn pushed himself from the mast, casting a small (and on the whole rather devious) smile towards Skye and the others as he did so before turning and begin to walk down the stairs that led towards the Heron prince's prison. When he got down and slid open the tiny slot that enabled the mercenaries to give food to the Heron and check in on him, Jiàn nearly sighed and shook his head. The prince was whispering and murmuring to himself within, the mercenary could hear it, and he hadn't touched the food brought in for him. "Not pretty enough for your royal tastes, eh, kid..." Jiàn muttered. It was only fifteen years ago that I'd have killed to get just a scrap of that food, and this runt turns his nose up at it. Jiàn found his distaste for Razael and Herons in general growing by the minute. He snapped the sliding slot back shut, and made his way back up to the deck. "The kid's on some sort of hunger strike. I don't think the food we gave him was elegant and princely enough for His Majesty's humble tastes." This is a waste of time and energy. It struck Vaarsuvius that the thought had past through his head already several times over the past few days, but it was no less true. This is a waste of time. Why are we searching for the prince when we should be punishing the humans for this grave injustice? Vaarsuvius glanced down at the expanse of sea below, biting his lip and driving that line of thought out of his mind for what felt like the hundredth time--the king had commanded that they find Razael, and so Vaarsuvius was going to do exactly that and succeed at it no matter what he personally thought; at the very least, he relished the thought of running his sword through the petty human mercenaries who thought they could simply make off with a Shifter, much less a Shifter prince. Not far ahead was the king of the Hawks himself, trailing behind him two of his knights. One, of course, was Vaarsuvius--who, if asked, would without hesitation inform you that the knights of Kadrael were the greatest warriors in all the world, and that he (Vaarsuvius) was of course prime amongst them all. The other knight present was one by the name of Zephyr--one of the few female warriors in the ranks of the knights of the Hawk King. Vaarsuvius had worked alongside Zephyr previously--nearly all the Hawk Knights had worked with one another at some point, it wasn't a very large group--but of her he knew admittedly little; she was, it seemed, just as focused on her work as Vaarsuvius felt he was, and he respected and preferred that as it was. ((Blegh, sorry for the shitty quality of it)) |
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| Juicesir | June 19, 2011, 11:30 pm Post #5 |
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The air was cool today. Kadrael spread his wings to their highest extent, allowing the rush of wind to lift him and his Knights up even higher. One thing that the Hawks had always prided themselves upon were their superior vision. Kadrael could see a ship off in the distance, and on it a crew moving about. Another thing which Hawks prided themselves upon was acting with both wisdom and courage. Ravens were the scavengers, and they were not about to be the first ones in. "Keep sharp. We're going in." Now was not a time for hesitation. Herons were not fighters, and so it would be up to good command and swift striking to free the Prince from harm. He lifted his voice over the sound of rushing wings and wind. "Hael, Zephyr, take to the right of the ship. Vaarsuvius and I will come up upon left. Pick off the crewman and throw them to the waters. Once the ship is clear, we will escort the Heron Prince out of his captivity. Understood?" Awaiting their recognition of their duties, he began to bank down into position. They needed this to be fast, hard, and without any mercy. These pirates were not people to be bargained with. They had forfeited their right to negotiation by taking an innocent hostage. Kadrael hoped that they could begin and end the attack in a swift fashion without any casualties. If it was prolonged for too long, this would turn into a bloodbath. And that was unacceptable. |
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| Corrupted | June 20, 2011, 1:42 am Post #6 |
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Lavender eyes looked down into the deep expanse of water, interested for a mere moment, wondering if something might appear. The wind danced around a slender body as it ran through short silver hair. Long wings, pushed out of soft pale tissue, starting as a pure white and then fading into a tone of deep brown, a dark chocolate. The Hawk shifter followed the man before her, traveling alongside her comrade as she looked for the ship many were looking for. A human ship. At first it would have seemed like any other time, stealing the loot of the oblivious humans. Except this time was different, for these humans had stolen a truly precious person. A Heron Prince. They would pay more then they ever had before. Zephyr never really cared much for the delicate Herons that seemed to be contained on an island, unable to take care of themselves. It was, saddening really, they seemed as if they were as useless as humans. The true beautiful thing about them though was their gracefulness, their talent in voice and instrument, dance. They always had to be protected. Like women they lived in harmony as others wasted their lives to protect them. Zephyr had never complained, however. Her King had never seemed bothered by it, if anything he seemed to agree with the idea. She shaped her morals to his, she had to understand him some how, she was not allowed to oppose him. She couldn't fail, for she had to take care of her sister. She was the only family left. Taking in the salty, brisk air she realized the sudden tenseness in the air as she peered down at a ship below her. They had found it, no, His Highness had. She would not take the credit. Bringing her head up at the commanding voice of the person she had devoted her entire life to, she began to nod, before realizing that he probably would not see it. "Agreed." She concluded in her raspy, deep voice, due to the result of screaming for hours as a child so her feminine voice would fade away. Her Father had told her no one could realize she was female, and her high voice would only give it away quickly. She never blamed him for damaging her vocal cords, it was for the sake of the King. You can't have a Personal Knight the opposite gender of you! Looking towards Hael, she nodded before swoopingto the right stealthily, waiting for the precise moment to throw off an unsuspecting human. What fools, what tyrants! The Shifters would show them what it was truly like to defy them. [ Niko no one knows she's a female except her sister Sorry for the poor quality - super busy, did it on iPod. ] |
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| That Butler | June 20, 2011, 1:56 am Post #7 |
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Samel stood at the shoulder of the sailor steering the ship, looking ahead at the open sea before them. He had a frown of concentration on his face, his eyes narrow as he focused on the task he was currently carrying out. A continuous spell was being muttered under his breath, controlling strong gusts of wind so that they kept the sails full and the ship surging forward at a higher-than-normal speed. They needed to get back to land with all the speed this ship could muster, and Samel was doing his part by making the wind favor their travels. They couldn't let those dirty Shifters catch up to them. His eyes glanced down at the captain when she gave an order for someone to check on the captive Prince, but Samel was not the man for the job. The half-breed wanted nothing to do with the Shifter they held prisoner, and he absolutely refused to take any part in the Shifter's care while on this ship. His job was to be several steps ahead of the Shifters who were pursuing them, which was why he'd lined the pockets of some other sea-faring mercenaries to be in these waters as distractions for the Shifters. He promised any survivors a hefty sum for each Shifter head they brought back to the mainland. Assuming any of those other mercenaries survived. He didn't care if they did or didn't. All they had to do was slow down the Shifters by acting as decoys. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Razael tensed up stiff as a board when one of the humans opened the door to the room to check in on him. As nice as that was, the Heron wanted to be gone, not to be checked on. But he made no move to escape, and the sarcastic remark the human made got a frown and a glare from the prince. What did these humans expect? They were trying to feed him meat and bread. Though the bread was somewhat palatable, it was old and he had no desire to eat it as a result. As for the meat, that was no good. Razael was a vegetarian. Clearly they didn't know that. Leave it to the Hawks and Ravens to eat meat. The delicate Herons mostly consumed fresh fruits. He was relieved when this check-in was over almost as soon as it began. Once the human was gone, Razael managed to relax somewhat. His stomach was still turning in circles, and he thought that even if he ate something, he'd probably throw it up shortly afterward. Seasickness was quite the unpleasant affliction. |
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| PandaaMayaa | June 20, 2011, 8:59 pm Post #8 |
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Hael flew alongside Zephyr, smooth, powerful strokes of her tawny wings keeping her aloft. She didn't have the biggest wingspan ever, but she made do. Their search was taking forever. There was a surprising amount of sea to cover when you were searching for something -- or someone -- specific. Not that she was looking too hard, actually. Her part was in capturing the prince, not rescuing him. In fact, she only continued to play good for two reasons: she couldn't stand being aboard a ship, and maybe she could find an opportunity to advance her plans. Of course, sometimes it tested what little patience she had to not just blurt out something that would give her away. She held her tongue, like the situation called, and followed what orders she was given, as she always has. Quite frankly, she was somewhat surprised that she was called to help search for the prince. There were better people out there, as much as Hael hated to admit being inferior to anybody. But it seemed that most everyone who as able were being rounded up into search parties. Hell, there was even a bit of cooperation between the Hawks and Ravens. That wasn't exactly what she wanted, but she knew it would happen. Made her job harder, that was for sure. But she was clever; she knew she would find a wrench to throw in their gears somewhere. Her head snapped up as orders were barked at the crew. She nodded smartly, but almost smacked herself as she remembered her king wouldn't be able to see it. "Yes, sir," she said, just loud enough to be heard. It was a shame that she was being stuck with that Zephyr boy. That meant she would actually have to do something productive. She sighed mentally and looked at the ship they had spotted. Hael squinted, trying to see if this ship was a decoy or not. She hoped the humans were smart enough to not get caught this early. It ruined the fun. She looked at Zephyr and tilted her wings, sliding into position slightly behind him. As they got closer to the ship, she grinned. "Let's do this," she said to herself, waiting for a good opportunity before she dove and caused some much-loved mayhem. |
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