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Post by kuhaica on Dec 11, 2015 5:13:54 GMT
(Ooc) So... how be the trees and bark?
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Post by WiredIn on Dec 11, 2015 5:16:44 GMT
Ooc: Oner is gone right now so we don't know the specifics about that stuffs
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Post by kuhaica on Dec 11, 2015 5:16:53 GMT
Kuhaica is an 6'6 female with a fairly slender build. She clearly has some mucles but not nearly enough to be conciderd muscular. At best she can be called athletic. Her hair goes to her shoulders and her facial features sharp and angular. Her eyes seem to convey her being in thought. Her eyes as a vibrant emerald green and her hair is a darker shade of white, almost a silvery grey.
She stands next to a large stone as she stares at a tree as if analyzing it.
(Ooc) Kay... sad though... want to do stuff
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Post by isaacbravin on Dec 11, 2015 5:22:21 GMT
Ethan stands at the standard 7' of height for the species. His shoulders are surprisingly broad. He tends to fidget, or work on a piece of bark when he isn't directly doing something. He tends to the fire as though it is his sacred duty, fueling it and stoking it with a fervor. His eyes are pale blue, and his hair is a particularly light shade of white.
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Post by axic on Dec 11, 2015 5:23:16 GMT
I shout excitedly and make my way back down the tree, snapping off the lowest branch before heading toward the light. I set the branch down as I approach, taking a long drink to satisfy my dry throat, and take a handful of berries. Now that I finally don't feel like I'm dying, I can focus on other things, like not being eaten. I lift my stick and look to the others around the fire.
"Are we staying here for the night? Seems a bit out in the open."
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Post by WiredIn on Dec 11, 2015 5:28:16 GMT
"It is...close to everything. Perhaps later we can consider moving."
I look over the newcomer taking in his unique appearance
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Post by isaacbravin on Dec 11, 2015 5:29:36 GMT
"The first fire is the sacred fire. For in a flash of brilliance, the Creator sent his Messenger to me, and thus it was so. We can begin to construct shelter as we expand. I am Ethan. What are you all called my friends?"
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Post by axic on Dec 11, 2015 5:30:38 GMT
(Ooc): Crag stands at a short 5'2". He is a small man, narrow shouldered, the kind of man you send somewhere when no one else will fit. He's not weak. In this fresh new world, you can't be weak. Not if you want to survive. But his stature still leaves him vulnerable. Maybe that's why he sweats so much, why his shifty eyes dart endlessly back and forth, looking for threats where there are none.
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Post by axic on Dec 11, 2015 5:31:50 GMT
"I am called Crag," I say, though it feels like a lie. It's a stronger name than I feel I deserve. "Who is this creator you keep speaking of?"
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Post by kuhaica on Dec 11, 2015 5:32:09 GMT
After some time in thought looking at the tree she walks to the nearest one to he flames and looks for a good straight branch to break down from the tree.
Finding one she climbs slightly and applies some force with two arms to break the branch off before climbing down with it. She takes the branch to her stone and sits it down before looking for another sharp stone anywhere nearby.
As she searches she acts as if she didn't hear eathans words. However she stays alter listing into the woods and keeping viliagent knowing deep down that there's something else nearby
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Post by WiredIn on Dec 11, 2015 5:32:53 GMT
I smile at Ethan softly, "an interesting....set of words...."
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Post by axic on Dec 11, 2015 5:34:31 GMT
(Ooc): I'm at work atm and responding in my downtime, so if it takes a bit for me to respond or my words don't wuite match the story thus far, that's why.
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Post by WiredIn on Dec 11, 2015 5:36:02 GMT
(OOC) kk
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Post by isaacbravin on Dec 11, 2015 5:37:40 GMT
"The Creator is the one who brought us into being. It is they who gave us the divine purpose of Growth, Prosperity, Equality, and Civilization. He is the one that guided me to create fire, with the hallowed knowledge bestowed to me by their Messenger."
Ethan waves his tablets around for a bit. "Praise be to the Creator. He who has selected us, the Seelie as their chosen people."
(Remember, average height for this species is 7')
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Post by WiredIn on Dec 11, 2015 5:41:17 GMT
"Messanger?" I question trying to see what exactly his tablet is as he waves it around. I can deny this man's attitude makes me curious...
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