Completed Unexpected Views [Loda]

[Savacea Jovellana]

Loda was curious how a race has survived, it was simple, they pregnated people of little concern to them, those outside their race, "The Harvest.. Securing a host for child birth, then tossing their dead bodies in a cave for monsters to eat that dwell at the bottom. They use the Harvest so their women do not die." She supplied the answer to his question cautiously, she did not agree with it, even if she understood why they did what they did.

The man questioned her armor as he leaned in closer, she flinched a little as he did so. She was not used to being this close to another person, it was awkward for her. I assure you it is strong enough. She answered a bit nervously, relaxing after he leaned back. "I do not fight close up, but from a distance." She supplied further, not letting on to much of her preferred fighting skills, just enough so he would get the jest of the light armor.

"I was just learning who you were." This comment made her feel a bit more at ease, but still cautious. She knew he was not looking at him with the eyes she had seen men give beautiful women, just curious. Though she thought the gesture was awkward of finding out who a person was, it was not in her way to judge it. "I apologize Dovnada, I am not use to...such." Savacea said softly, standing up she brushed off her black tights and looked around them, peering out at the city of Black Rock. They were not as far up as she would have liked, but the city still looked marvelous from this vantage point. It was a dark beauty, that which only Black Rock could ever possess it seemed. She turned around and looked at Loda, "Tell me about where you are from." After saying that, she leaned her back against the wall, her legs cramping a bit from sitting in one position for too long, she stretched out her body raising her arms in the air, then settled back against the cool stony surface.

[Loda]

“The Harvest”, it sounded so ominous and dark, as though it was an event where they captured many hosts and impregnated them as a ritual. He didn’t think thats what it was exactly but it was an interesting thought. It did make him consider that there were things under their noses that they missed in the military. He wondered how long ago whatever it was that drove her people underground was. It must have not been that long, surely her race would have fought to survive as the Myrians did. Making a little ‘hmm’ sound he acknowledged her answer. He did seem to be in thought a little on it though.

As he leaned in he noticed her flinch in response. It was as if she was afraid or nervous about him still. He pictured striking fear into her heart by letting off one of his war cries, but then just thought that might send her over the edge of the cliff in fear. She seemed to be confident in her armor and so he nodded in acceptance. She revealed she did not fight close up and it made more sense to him. Even they had archers in the military, ones who wore significantly less armor, and these being a race that hid amongst the top of caverns, it made sense they would use some form of archery. Perhaps she used magics? He didn’t know for certain but it was an interesting thought.

His piercing eyes watched as she stood, brushing off the dirt from her silken tights. He remained calm and still where he was, just observing what she was doing, trying to figure it out before she did it. The creature before him seemed to be observing her surroundings and he considered how they as a race must think. As he looked to her there with face turned from him, he could almost picture her being a skinny Myrian with strange skin, gangly body, and weak strength. He would have pitied the woman if she actually was. Likely she would not find much success in their tribe. Savacea turned to look at him and his eyes drifted to her face in an inquisitive manner as if understanding that she was to ask him something.

“My homeland?” he watched as she stretched out, taking in her figure still, just utterly curious as to how she seemed to act like a Myrian woman in her movements, but yet she was not. He had seen Myrian women do that very same thing and had found it highly attractive, however Myrians were not so scary looking. “It is a hot jungle with a great many wonders in it." He finally looked away, giving the uneasy woman a break from his seemingly unending scan of her. He then continued, "Us Myrians have taken much of the territory, but still we fight against Dhani and others. We rise in strength and might and hack survival out of the jungle as we bear our families with us. Great feats of construction have been achieved, and mainly Myri’s city of Taloba is one such city. Brilliant colors adorn the stone city be it in origin by beast or made dyes. There we fill our city with art, music, and food. Festivals and celebrations are common there.” he paused and thought back to it. “Though some of our traditions scare lesser men. Not many humans are strong enough as it is to even make it in the jungle, let alone travel to Taloba; however we do have good trades in the city. It is summer now, and so the Basin has flooded near the city, drawing water and fishing is made easy at this time...” The man trailed off,nodded, and looked out to the fog that swirled about them, hearing more ghostly sounds in the distance; eerie and fitting to his rocky companion. This was a strange place and while it didn’t seem that she was a native, she seemed to fit in with the dark strangeness that rested over Dira’s domain. He didn’t know if she had any more questions, but he wasn’t one to babble a lot about things, so she would have to ask him more.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

The warriors gaze upon her was making her feel awkward, though leaning up against the rock made it more acceptable. She felt safer from his gaze, if he did try anything she would leap from the cliff, and attach herself on the wall of rock, so she could climb away. Although she did not think Loda would harm her, she was just not used to people gazing at her for long periods of time. Sure people gawked at her, but then they quickly turned away, avoiding eye contact. It was different now, Loda was trying to figure out who she was, and honestly Savacea did not know if she wanted him to know exactly how or who she was. She could talk about her home and people, but had yet to really tell him much about herself. She liked it that way, she wanted to stay a mystery for as long as she could.


As he talked about his homeland, his gaze finally left her and she breathed more easy. Thankfully for the break of those dark eyes. He described this jungle with fondness, with the brilliant colors, the art, music, food and festivals it sounded like a lovely place to live. Though she wondered what the Dhani was, she did not interrupt him as he continued to talk about traditions that would scare lesser men. She could not help but wonder what that meant also. When the man was finished she gazed upon him as he looked out into the fog, she waited a few moments letting silence fall between them. Realizing he was not letting on anymore, she was conflicted between asking or waiting.

She decided that knowing would be better than not knowing, "What are Dhani? Also, what traditions are scary?" She asked this with a frown, thinking of different things that would be scary to her. The only thing that she would not be able to handle is if they sacrificed babies, or ate babies, or maybe even torturing young children slowly until they died. That was the only thing she could think of that would be scary. "You don't eat babies or harm young children.... do you?" She asked softly, letting her voice lower and a hint of coldness seeping through it. She could not agree with such things, life was a precious gift, although she tried to not judge other cultures there was just some things that she could not help but to judge, and harming innocent young ones was one of those. She did not think Loda the type to do such things, but she still had to ask if that was the tradition or not.

This time her gaze landed on Loda, taking him in for what he was. His hair was almost more lovely then hers, so black and long. She wondered if it was normal for men to have such long hair in his homeland, and why that was. His facial features were stern and if he was her type she would say quite handsome as well, his eyes were dark and inquisitive. The dark eyes that made her feel awkward, it just felt like there was too much knowledge behind them when he gazed upon her. He had various tattoos on his person, she wondered if he liked tattoos or if it was also a culture thing. Her red gaze took in the scars that marred his body, obviously a warrior's body, as it was quite capable and toned with tawny skin. She glanced away from Loda, he was indeed a very handsome man who gave off a superior, dominating, strength. She was fond of that though, even if she could not say more or feel more, she respected him for all those things. Too many people in this world did not embrace those qualities and chose stealing, murdering...cheating...The list of awful things trailed on in her mind, only leading to qualities of Dran she had despised. One day, she would return to Kalinor, and she would kill him.

[Loda]

A silence fell between them as the woman considered what he had said. He was beginning to all the more appreciate the silence, not being one who even enjoyed talking that much. Loda personally felt that non-verbal communication was much stronger than anything that could be said. This was present in the military when the spoke through various commands via non-verbal communication. All the more so was the conversation between two people. A woman could merely look at him and tell him volumes in his tribe from a single glance. This one however was not so communicative and for the most part was dreamy, looking off into the night. She nearly turned blue under his gaze. That was fine, he enjoyed looking out into the night as well. It was what the man was doing before he knew of her presence anyways.

A few moments later she asked him what the Dhani were and what traditions of theirs were scary to outsiders. Contemplating how to answer, he folded his arms across his chest. “Dhani are here on Black Rock as well. We have been at war with them for many generations. They are vicious snakes and serpents of all kinds, grown unnaturally to huge proportions and try to take the form of mankind. Though many times they are halfway between. They are strong in battle, but we are stronger. One day we will push their infection from our land and return to the old borders of our people. Yet while we would let them live if they left, they now consider our land theirs.” He was no expert in history, and only knew what people told him of them and his own perceptions. In his mind, Myrians belong to the jungle and it is theirs.

“As for which practices...Hmm...It depends on the clan I suppose.” he thought and considered. “My people, the act of filing your teeth is scary to some. Eating the raw flesh of those you triumph over can instill fear into weaker beings. Yet like I said, every clan is different. Some cut on their bodies like this.” He reached over and pointed out his scars and then added “But much more...and all over. And some are just vicious and mean to people who are outsiders.” he shrugged. “It could be why they fear us.”

“As for children...not not generally. We are a culture of strong warriors. The weak do not belong with us. Some clans I know, like the broken spears, lead their children out into the jungle and make them find their way back. Some do, some don’t. Though my people do not treasure such activities, we honor their survival spirit. The Red Orchids also cut on their newborns to mark them as strong or not. I imagine some die, but this is another clan. I do not know all about them.” He gestured vaguely and then related it. “It is as if asking if humans in Sahova, and humans in Syliras sacrifice children. Well...they are two completely different cultures, but still all under the people of the humans.”

He hoped he made sense to the lady. He felt she perhaps had a cold taste against the death of children. Here she was, alienated from her people for it. The gaze returned upon her but this time it was of slight merriment rather than out of study. “Our children play with monkeys, fight each other, collect ants. Normal children things. Yet they grow strong just like all Myrians. Us Myrians are separate, but one.”

He looked back outward toward where the fog billowed over the hillside and over down into the crag. It seemed to creep far off into the distance tonight, covering nearly the whole of the island. He could not tell she studied him in depthly. Since she could see so clearly in the dark, she could perhaps see the mark that Myri blessed him with, a unique feature on his side that was previously hid. Now it was revealed due to his folded arms and showed almost what looked like a tattoo, however there was something unique about it beyond just ink on a skin. He went silent for a bit again and then out of nowhere asked. “What is a Dovnada?”

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[Savacea Jovellana]

The way Loda described the Dhani, made her glad she had yet to encounter one. They seemed to be vicious snake people, though she was not one to judge as her race could be seen as savages as well. Though seeing someone that was half-snake and half-human seemed a little strange to her. Myrians obviously treasured their jungles, it was clear to Savacea that anyone that was not Myrian would be slaughtered for being in their jungles. She could understand this, protecting their race and what they claimed as their home. This Myrian race intrigued her though, it seemed to be filled with strong and determined individuals, if not a little savage themselves by the way they would cut anyone besides their own down in blood. She concluded that they did not respect other races and only thought of their own, it was understandable but still left a bad taste in her mouth.

The dark haired man went on to describe the practices, Savacea actually enjoyed the filing of teeth and eating flesh, it was not much different from Symenestra. Although they used their venom to liquefy the insides of their victim, leaving them paralyzed as their organs and such turned to moosh so they could suck their innards out. Though Savacea didn't like that the scars on his body was by his own hand, she was not sure why anyone would inflict themselves in such a way, she kept her mouth closed on the matter though, letting him continue his explanation.

Loda explained that every clan was different and named a few he knew of, and what they mainly practiced. If a child was deemed weak, it seemed they did not belong. This made her uneasy, to her anyone could be considered weak, as each person had a different strength then the other. She kept her opinion to herself as he went on to say his people did no such thing as leaving children in the woods, mentioning Red Orchids who cut on their newborns made her sneer, almost riling her enough to make her fangs extended out. She did not appreciate such treatment of young life. He related it all to Sahova and Syliras, and how the cultural differences are there, yet still they are the same. She agreed with that, though she still did not agree with harming young, "I just don't agree with.. hurting such a young life.. that has yet to show it's strengths in this world." The Symenestra supplied her opinion, keeping the cold out of her voice to not disrespect his people. She respected them in a sense with out knowing them, knowing of them was enough to make her think them earning of respect from others.

Loda went on to say that their children was just like any other, and described their activities, this brought a smile to her face. Although she never wanted to have kids, the happiness of the young souls was enough to bring a smile to her face. Kids should be happy, they should never have to feel unloved, unworthy, or as if they were nothing in the eyes of those who should care the most like Savacea did when she was growing up. "Separate but one.. I like that. Children deserve to be happy." Savacea commented briefly. "The women of your people, are they strong too?" She wondered were the women of Myrians stood, if they were just as strong as the men were or if they were left behind on hunts to tend to the children.


Savacea glanced over at him as he folded his arms and saw a strange looking tattoo, it was interesting looking and seemed to be different from the tattoos you would see coming from a ink shop. The woman walked over and peered at it, hoping it made him as uncomfortable as it did her when he was leaned in close looking at her armor, she brushed the tattoo with the tips of her soft, delicate fingers and leaned back to give him space. "What does that mean?" She inquired about the mark, curious about the meaning of such a strange tattoo.

As silence fell between them she looked out at the fog, swirling in its ethereal dance amongst the rocks and buildings of Black Rock, it reminded her some what of the Aerial Dancers of her home. She herself danced, though she was not as good as those she saw in Kalinor. The way they danced with the silk as if it was a part of their body. She made a mental note to check and see if a teacher was in Black Rock that could help her advance in the dance, to honor her mother. Loda's husky yet soothing voice pierced her thoughts, when he asked what a Dovnada was, she glanced at him a bit shyly. She was unsure whether or not to tell the man, but supposed it was only fair to do so, as it was the truth. "Dovnada is a term among my people. It is something we use to honor a male who is commanding and superior to us. It is a respectful term for the strong to my people, whether it be physical or mental, a man who we see as superior and strong gets that honorific.." Her voice came out delicately, as she was shy to admit such to the man, though it was true. She looked away and out into the night, the moon light shined upon her now that she came away from the wall to examine his tattoo earlier. Her raven black hair seemed to glean a blue color as the beams of the moon hit it. Savacea's pale skin had a glow too it now, as she looked out, avoiding the man's gaze. She was not sure if he would like that term from her, although it was a term she knew to be true of the man.

OOCDrovada? Did I spell it wrong in the earlier post.. damnit! haha. Sorry about that, I will go back and edit it if I misspelled it.

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I did spell it wrong, I fixed it all I think... Sorry!

[Loda]

Understanding was a quality that he had, though he was fierce, it still was there. He could understand why she sneered at the thought, a woman like her. He didn’t expect her to know how the Myrians thought, and perhaps she could now understand though why some saw them as savage and bloodthirsty. Its because they were. He made a grunt sound and nodded to her words. “I don’t know. The Red Orchids and Broken Spears are very strong because of this. It has been proven as they fight on our fronts. Most children do make it back, as we are strong by nature. Most children do survive the cuts as we have life in us. I cannot say all do, perhaps the sick or dumb fail in this regard, but ...they are strong” he shrugged. Perhaps it was just where her view and his differed. “I think you would have to grow up in and see our culture to understand it fully. Weakness cannot abide in the presence of the goddess-queen of war. And we have relation with Dira too, who welcome our dead and return them to Myri’s side to be reborn again.” Of course this was all unknown theories and campfire stories, but it’s what he believed. “So maybe they don’t die like the rest of children in our world. They are reborn stronger.” he scoffed, “though I don’t know such things. I point my spear and throw. Then things die. It’s much more simple this way for me.” he chuckled a light bit, hoping slightly he hadn’t offended his companion of the rock.

Savacea asked of their women and he nodded. “Everyone is strong. Even our old are strong. Unlike the humans, our women are larger than men, stronger, better hunters. Very powerful and beautiful. You will likely meet some on this Island if you have not.”

He could see her stalk toward him and realized how silent she was, yet he was trying to keep an eye on her, even if they were somewhat on speaking terms right now. He watched her feet and then looked up her body till he saw her eyes and what they were looking at. It was less her stare that made him uncomfortable than it was her eyes. He looked out to the moon and calmly said with pride behind his voice. “That is the mark that the Goddess-Queen gave me herself. I partook of The Blooding cup after coming of age and killing my prize. She saw me fit to be a true Myrian, not a lesser one, and so I bear it with pride.” He elected not to tell her that it noticeably made him faster and stronger than before. It was why he was up here despite his injury, as if an unnatural strength lie in him to be victorious in any regard.

She was shy to tell him what a Dovnada was and yet he was unmoved, still curiously. Eventually she caved and told him what she meant. As she leaned into the moonlight he admired her black hair, always having loved the way Leth and Syna both seemed to make it glow bluish in certain light. If there was a feature about her he found attractive, that was about it. She turned from his gaze and he murmured to her “Thank you.”

Could it be that a savage beast said thank you? So wrong were many of those who did not understand their people. They had culture, they had civility, but it was directed in different ways than other cultures. Having heard her thoughts on him he moved to stand. No doubt she would back away from him as he did so, but if she did not, she would see the height of the man, standing nearly a head and some taller than her. His mass was significantly more than her and his fingers could likely touch each other if wrapped about her arms. A slap from a man his side would definitely hurt, yet he appeared gentle and calm-natured. With a chiseled jaw he looked up to the cliff and gave her a faint smile If she was ready, he was prepared to climb some more.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Note for GraderPart 2 Will start after Loda's last post. Which can be found here Unexpected Views Part 2

Savacea did not agree to the treatment of the children, although she vaguely understood the behavior. Death and life being celebrated as one, was a concept she did not comprehend fully. Though being on Black Rock it was becoming more clear, one could not ignore the ghosts who lingered here, some happy, some taunting, other's a bit mournful. The concept of Dira alluded her somewhat, she needed to discover more about her to understand this celebration of death more in depth. Savacea shrugged her shoulders softly, she may not agree but who was she to tell him his people were wrong, when everyone was different, cultures were vast and diverse. She was only 19 years of age, the world before her still a mystery.

Loda explained the woman some what wistful like, she wondered if he had a Myrian lady waiting him back home. They seemed to be a people of strong as well as beauty, so it would make sense if he did, though she did not feel like asking such a personal question was necessary just yet.

The male before her spoke of what she thought of as a tattoo, with pride as he described it was not a tattoo but a mark bestowed upon him by this Goddess-Queen Myri. He was proud of the mark, she could tell. To be touched by a Goddess seemed to be something of a wonder. She wondered if he was born with the mark, or had to go through a trial to get such a mark. It seemed to be a wonderful gift indeed, no matter how he got it or what it did. The Gods did not just marked anyone, or at least she did not think they did. She looked at Loda with a bit of awe, "To be touched, must mean much about you." She said faintly, as she looked down at her hands, looking at the crescent claws that took 10 years to grow. They were durable and strong, unlike typical human nails. She wondered if Myrians had such claws, to rip the flesh off their enemies. She shrugged the thought off though, the Myrians were a complex people it seemed. What she thought savage was what they thought normal, her kind was savages in people's eyes too though so they had that in common. It was an unexpected thing really, when she first met the man she did not think much of him, he seemed arrogant, though what she took as arrogance was actually pride.

Loda mumbled a Thank You to her explanation of what it meant, she just nodded her head. She needed no thanks, it was out of respect of his strength of not only physical but of his character as well. Symenestra wasn't all monster as people were lead to believe, they had hearts just like anyone else, though her's was frozen it did not mean that it was completely useless.

The man stood up and she glanced over at him, he towered over her and if she was a sane individual she would be scared of the man, but she was not. Indeed she stared danger in the eye, one day it may lead to her end, but she would never back down just because someone was stronger. She stood there and looked up at him, he was a large man made of strength, compared to her delicate as glass structure. Everything in her screamed to back away, but there was something about him that made her just stand there and stare him in the eyes. She would not back down from him, she would respect him for he was superior but that did not mean she would succumb. A faint smile spread across her lips, she could not help but return it as she noticed he was ready to climb once again. It was strange really, she never smiled, but Loda was able to bring it out of her on occasion, she found that it hurt her face from the lack of smiling, but she liked it. It was different, new, and perhaps unexpected. She nodded her head, a devious sparkle in her eyes.

Savacea leaped up into the air, the microscopic hosts coming out as her clawed hand grabbed the stone, it was gravity defying what she did. She swung her body up and onto the stone wall above them. She turned her body to look down at Loda, it was creepy that she was able to scurry up a wall like a spider she supposed. She grinned down at him, "Well come on then! We don't have all night." She almost laughed but swallowed it, she was not ready to laugh yet. It was something she had not been able to do in a long while, though there was mirth displayed in her red eyes as she turned back around climbing up a little ways, and waiting for Loda to catch up, in case he needed some instruction on foot holds and hand holds. She unexpectedly was fond of the man, and now his death she did care about, a little anyway though she would not admit it to Loda.

[Loda]

There was much to say about being marked by Myri and the man nodded slowly to her. He watched curiously as she looked to her claws in that moment. Perhaps to her these were her very own marks. Or perhaps she realized how weak she was and was looking to her claws in shame. He was not sure, but it made him curious as to what exactly she was thinking. She thought, that was an indication of intelligence, and while the Dhani thought too, he just hated their guts. Her he was not so sure about. She seemed alright in his book, but the Goddess-Queen’s will was more important than his. If she said they were their enemies, they were. Right now Dhani was their enemy and even if it was in secret. If a Dhani stumbled into their land, he would not return.

As he stood he was actually impressed that she did not stagger backwards in fear. To stare down a Myrian towering over you was impressive, but smiling at him was even more so. It was kind of nice to see her smile though, to not be rude or insultingly challenging, but instead giving respect. As he looked to her he considered just how far he could throw her. While he wouldn’t, she looked so light he imagined he could throw her about as far as he could throw his spear. If only she knew what went through the dark mind of Loda. He enjoyed the devious smile as it reared itself. She was limber, but he was very fast. Rising to the challenge he leapt up onto the next rock and with powerful unhurt muscles he climbed the first one nearly as fast as her, however after that rock she left him in the dust once more, fighting and scrambling to get up the edge of the the mountain.

The higher up they went though the more rounded out it became and the easier going it was for both of them. They were nearing the tower’s inclinded slope and even though she was waiting for him, he still had great difficulty. His previous falls and slides were not the last, and many more came as he tried to hurry. Pain slowly crept into his shoulder and once more he found himself stuck on the side of a cliff. He struggled to get around but couldn’t move any higher. Being new at climbing he could not see how to put his hands in certain places, or brace his feet in certain ways to climb up cracks and various pathways. He looked down to see if he could jump back down to the rock below but it looked a bit awkward. The sand of the beach below was far below him and while the surf had come in, he was not sure if he leapt off the cliff in the direction of the water below that he could make it, let alone live if there were rocks below the surface.

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[Dravite]

Savacea Jovellana

XP Award:

• Observation: 5
• Detection: 1
• Rhetoric: 5
• Stealth: 1
• Intimidation: 1
• Logic: 2
• Socialisation: 5
• Teaching: 2
• Endurance: 3
• Bodybuilding: 1
• Storytelling: 4
• Flirting: 1

Lore:

• Savacea Jovellana: A history of climbing
• Loda: Myrian
• Loda: Smug
• Rhetoric: Asking the right questions
• Loda: A determined man
• Climbing in Kalinor is the way to travel
• Loda: Blooded Fang
• The goddess Myri
• Symenestra poison
• Loda: Strong physically and mentally
• Myrians fight Dhani
• Dhani: Vicious snakes
• Myrian women are strong

Loda [/size]

XP Award:

• Meditation: 1
• Stealth: 1
• Investigation: 1
• Observation: 5
• Socialisation: 5
• Climbing: 4
• Logic: 2
• Bodybuilding: 2
• Endurance: 3
• Rhetoric: 4
• Storytelling: 3
• Intimidation: 1

Lore:

• Myrians: Not just a race of savages
• Race: Ghosts
• Savacea Jovellana: Speaks common
• Location: Black Rock
• Stealth: Using nature to disguise yourself
• Loda: Will not be beaten by a girl
• Climbing: Wearing the right attire
• Rhetoric: Asking the right questions
• Savacea Jovellana: Symenestra
• Symenestra poison
• Savacea Jovellana: Rude and disrespectful
• Basic uses of armour
• "The Harvest"

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