1st of Spring, 516AV
Carving bones was a lot harder than she had expected. With the recent worry about Iollu, Ixzo had mean to try her hand with a bit of protection. Hence the wolf bone. She had snagged it from the Hunter's Allegiance, in the pile for the dogs, as it was the most whole bone she could find. One of the many leg bones, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that the wolves were known for family. They were known for protection and for their drive to fight.
It would be what Iollu needed, if she could find a way to extract what she needed from this animal's remains. Her game knife had been recently sharpened, but it was still evident that the curve of the blade was not meant for carving. Even so she tried. It was a simple circle, was it not? Forgetting to be gentle with the brittle bone, Ixzo worked the tip of the blade deeper in, and with an abrupt crack, the bone split in her hand.
A growl of frustration bubbled from the Kelvic's lips and she immediately threw the bone aside. It had been her fourth try at Malediction since coming to Endrykas, and she couldn't get pasted the damn circle. Pushing a deep breath out through her nose, she turned to wipe the blade of her knife on her breeches before sticking it back in her belt. She didn't have the patience for this today.
"Woah, calm your temper." A mocking voice reached her, and Ixzo glanced up. She saw the deep brown eyes of the Drykas' man. He was stopped beside his horse, brushing the thing. Ixzo had wanted to get away from her tent or the Hunter's Allegiance, the only places she seemed to be around of late. Instead she had chosen to sit by on of the large rock formations that scattered throughout Cyphrus. For the past few days, the city had nestled itself between a few of them, with a particularly large one separating the green and gold tents, different clans, she assumed. Around it had become a social spot for the few days they remained, and she was perhaps, inadvertently looking not to be lonely.
Except she didn't much feel like getting in an argument with someone who didn't respect her. Ignoring the man, she stood, meaning to step around him, but the man moved in front of her.
"Answer when you are spoken to, girl." Disrespectful, as well as a few other degrading signs flashed past and she closed her eyes to keep the glare from showing. What was with this Drykas and their disrespect for women?
"It was no question. I didn't answer." She countered, stepping over once more. "Myri's blade, you should learn some respect of your own." She huffed and muttered under her breath. The words came out in her mother's tongue, as she had no intent for the man to hear. Although she had passed, him he now placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
"What did you say to me? You're talking to the wrong God, girl." His grip tightened. But she knew she was far enough away that his arm was extended. With a quick stride, she yanked her shoulder away from his hand, turning on him.
"Don't tell me who I talk to." She warned the man. She may not be a daughter of Myri, but she held the same respect for her, no matter what.
"Oh? Did you forget where you are, these are Zulrav's people." His hand spread across to motion towards the tents surrounding them. Baultimes' Barrel was a few yards away, and it looked like a sanctuary to Ixzo. "Not your savage whores of the jungle." Had he spat, she likely would have lunged for his throat, but with only his words, she decided he was of little harm to her.
"I not forget." She huffed. "Just not care." She shrugged, letting loose a breath and turning around. Long strides took her towards the tents, and she perked her ears in the hope he would follow. She heard no steps, or even hooves, behind her. Perhaps she wasn't so disappointed as she ducked into the tent.
Carving bones was a lot harder than she had expected. With the recent worry about Iollu, Ixzo had mean to try her hand with a bit of protection. Hence the wolf bone. She had snagged it from the Hunter's Allegiance, in the pile for the dogs, as it was the most whole bone she could find. One of the many leg bones, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that the wolves were known for family. They were known for protection and for their drive to fight.
It would be what Iollu needed, if she could find a way to extract what she needed from this animal's remains. Her game knife had been recently sharpened, but it was still evident that the curve of the blade was not meant for carving. Even so she tried. It was a simple circle, was it not? Forgetting to be gentle with the brittle bone, Ixzo worked the tip of the blade deeper in, and with an abrupt crack, the bone split in her hand.
A growl of frustration bubbled from the Kelvic's lips and she immediately threw the bone aside. It had been her fourth try at Malediction since coming to Endrykas, and she couldn't get pasted the damn circle. Pushing a deep breath out through her nose, she turned to wipe the blade of her knife on her breeches before sticking it back in her belt. She didn't have the patience for this today.
"Woah, calm your temper." A mocking voice reached her, and Ixzo glanced up. She saw the deep brown eyes of the Drykas' man. He was stopped beside his horse, brushing the thing. Ixzo had wanted to get away from her tent or the Hunter's Allegiance, the only places she seemed to be around of late. Instead she had chosen to sit by on of the large rock formations that scattered throughout Cyphrus. For the past few days, the city had nestled itself between a few of them, with a particularly large one separating the green and gold tents, different clans, she assumed. Around it had become a social spot for the few days they remained, and she was perhaps, inadvertently looking not to be lonely.
Except she didn't much feel like getting in an argument with someone who didn't respect her. Ignoring the man, she stood, meaning to step around him, but the man moved in front of her.
"Answer when you are spoken to, girl." Disrespectful, as well as a few other degrading signs flashed past and she closed her eyes to keep the glare from showing. What was with this Drykas and their disrespect for women?
"It was no question. I didn't answer." She countered, stepping over once more. "Myri's blade, you should learn some respect of your own." She huffed and muttered under her breath. The words came out in her mother's tongue, as she had no intent for the man to hear. Although she had passed, him he now placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
"What did you say to me? You're talking to the wrong God, girl." His grip tightened. But she knew she was far enough away that his arm was extended. With a quick stride, she yanked her shoulder away from his hand, turning on him.
"Don't tell me who I talk to." She warned the man. She may not be a daughter of Myri, but she held the same respect for her, no matter what.
"Oh? Did you forget where you are, these are Zulrav's people." His hand spread across to motion towards the tents surrounding them. Baultimes' Barrel was a few yards away, and it looked like a sanctuary to Ixzo. "Not your savage whores of the jungle." Had he spat, she likely would have lunged for his throat, but with only his words, she decided he was of little harm to her.
"I not forget." She huffed. "Just not care." She shrugged, letting loose a breath and turning around. Long strides took her towards the tents, and she perked her ears in the hope he would follow. She heard no steps, or even hooves, behind her. Perhaps she wasn't so disappointed as she ducked into the tent.
Myrian | Pavi "Speech" Sign | Common | PC/NPC "Speech" Sign
