Be careful, she bites (Open)

[Daeva Timandre]

“I have a name,” Daeva said bluntly to the clay girl, “And it’s Daeva.” She remained quiet, clearly amused by the transaction between the Pycon and the Drykas man. He clearly held some sort of resentment for the creatures, and she wondered for a moment as to why he didn’t just crush her under the heel of his foot? “I think it’d be more efficient to punt her across the plains than debate with her, don’t you think? Since I sense so much animosity in you.” The Anger and Fury flared in the Azenth mark on her wrist, but Daeva was intrigued. Strider. That was a new word she’d come to find quite the interesting subject. The Drykas hoarded them for themselves, but who was the Akontak to know they were the ancestors and sacred horses of the gods? Daeva cared little for the trepidations and the culture of other cultures, whereas Citlali grew more and more interested the more Kayiri spoke of them-- well, shouted and cried their history at the clay girl. At least today as been exciting so far. Shouldn’t you try to ease this quarrel? And ruin my entertainment? Citlali, you need to soften yourself up to these types of things. You can learn a lot about people that way. Or you could just talk to them civilly. Far too boring. Meanwhile, Daeva glanced at Conrad, quirking a brow. “No, my father from what I’ve been told was a Syliran Knight, and he currently resides in Syliras.” Then she nearly laughed when he spoke about “her time of month.” Could men be so ignorant? “I don’t have a ‘time of the month’, human. I think your misconceptions needs to be looked into.” Djed surged into her eyes once more, activating the auristics that seemed to prove so useful in situations such as this. His aura was vibrant, shimmering with vigor and health that implied he was still young. Of course, how she should have known. She deactivated the auristics and placed a hand on her hips, watching the two bicker and the other other male attempt to stop them. “Don’t," She told Conrad, "It’s more fun to see if one of them will actually throw a punch.”

[Ariel]

"Yeah, calm down!" Ariel hollered around Conrad to Kayiri. She stuck her tiny clay tongue out, hoping that Kayiri could see it briefly, just before she retracted her tongue and closed her mouth. Emotionally, she was grateful that Conrad had stuck up for her. After all, the drykas' emotions were out of line, and she wouldn't be at all surprised if he tried to squish her. And she wasn't at all surprised that he didn't recognize her. He didn't seem like the type that cared enough about her kind to remember faces. At the same time however, she was frustrated with Conrad for saying that she had said something stupid. In all honesty, she didn't feel like she had done anything wrong, it was just the stupid drykas over-reacting to everything, and trying to pick on her since she was far smaller than he.

Ariel sighed heavily, before she turned to face Daeva, "and I know you've got a name, we've all got one, but if you want me to use it, you're expected to use all our names as well. It's only polite, isn't it Daeva?" Ariel put great emphasis on the akontak's name, hoping it would be enough to grab her attention, because apparently, (there was no real surprise there), being tiny meant that you weren't worth talking to, or treating like another human being... or whatever race you were. "And you do realize, DAEVA, that I can hear everything you're saying, and know that you want him," Ariel stopped speaking for a moment to raise her right hand from the reigns to point at Kayiri, "to send me flying out over the grass here, and you know, that isn't very nice."

Ariel glared up at the blue woman, frustrated with her apparent lust for some sort of battle. Oddly enough, one in which she was merely a spectator and not a participant. How strange, Ariel thought, didn't their kind... actually... half their kind like to fight to an extent, while the other side, the feminine side, was more peaceful? Ariel sighed, before taking a moment to breath deeply in through the nose, and then out through the mouth. She then concentrated as hard as she could on Daeva, and delved into the woman's aura.

What Ariel saw startled her. Swirling around Daeva's body was a clear red aura. A pale mist that displayed no overlays, tears, spots, or any signs of illness. And instead of having a random sort of pattern, the left portion of her aura seemed to mirror the right portion. There were no smokey red-colored wisps floating around the right side of her body that weren't also on the left. Mesmerized, and slightly confused, Ariel simply stared at the beauty that was the akontak's aura for a few seconds, before she forced herself to turn away. Instantly, her concentration was broken, and the aura disappeared. An intense wave of exhaustion swept over Ariel, and she instantly began to blink, which was peculiar for her. Although she fought to keep her eyes open, Ariel struggled, as she also attempted to interpret the aura. A mirror... of... what? Clear red meant power, competitiveness... passion, energy. But whatever did all that mean in relation to the akontak? Ariel wondered.

OOCAriel's thoughts allude to the races that brought Daeva about, Kontis and Akalaks.

[Kayiri]

"Catching arrows? What are you, a truant, fated to dance before arrows fired by those not of criminal blood?" Kayiri demanded of Conrad, turning his attention from Ariel to Conrad, eyes searing holes in his flesh. "She said something *more* than stupid! She said something that disregards millennium of culture, said something that does not insult *a* Drykas, but *the* Drykas people as a whole! That is more than stupidity. That is unforgivable, especially from a Clay Demon!" Kayiri barked, right arm gesturing violently at the statuette as he spoke. Conrad's attempt at intimidation was lost on the infuriated warrior. He had seen more frightening things in his lifetime-- slain them, even, with his sword and with his hand. He had survived the merciless assault of three Zith, in the darkness of the night, after they had lured them into an ambush. In response, Kayiri pulled back his lips, barring his teeth to the man, snarling like a wild dog. It was somewhat funny, actually, considering they both bore facial scars, so it boiled down to a stare down between the two scarred men, neither one really able to use their scars to their advantage due to the fact that the other saw one quite similar whenever they saw a mirror.

"I can not punt her, as much as my heart may desire it, for as long as she is within the boundaries of Endrykas, she is safe. Endrykas is the safest place one can find in the Sea of Grass. Those who threaten that safety are punished, by arrow heads fluttering downrange, soaring into targets behind them, from which they must gather them, while more are still being fired. No punishment is given to those firing the arrows, for they are simply the executors of the law's will," Kayiri stated matter of factly, breaking his stare-down with Conrad when it finally got through his thick skull that he wasn't making any form of progress. Then, from Daeva, his gaze passed down to the midget clay statuette again, and the kitten she rode like it was some sort of horse. "Can't you see, demon? She know that you can hear her. Daeva here, fortunately, has the wits about her to recognize that you are a thief and a dishonorable combatant to the fullest extent..." with that, she bent his knees, bringing his massive torso down closer to the ground. With about two feet shaved off his height, he decided to get lower, bending his back along with his knees, so that his face was down closer to the Pycon, so she would not miss any of his words.

"Mark my words, demon, I am watching you. The moment you step out of line, the moment you break I law, I'll be there, waiting for you, and at that point, I won't even hesitate. I'll crush you right there and then, into a million pieces, each one so small that not even a master potter will be able to put your minuscule body back together again. The moment you misbehave, you, your life, are in my hands, and the hands of the Drykas, and believe me, we do not take kindly to criminals," he spat out, each word annunciated clearly, his eyes never faltering from the hard glare he was giving the figurine. "Am I understood, clay-woman? Are my words clear to you?" Only when she responded did he finally rise back up to a fully upright position, letting out one sharp breath of exertion as he did so, rotating an ankle once or twice. "There. Now, if she is smart, she will know her place, and behave as such." He said, to no one in particular, standing back at the sides of Conrad and Daeva, meaty arms folded across his chest. Yet, even as he stood beside them, his eyes never wavered from the Pycon. He would indeed watch her. He would watch her until the end, either of his life, her life, or her stay in Endrykas.

[Conrad]

Conrad couldn't help to feel intrerested to learn there was a race that didn't have. Still he didn't have any time to inquire more with that overly aggressive drykas almost jumping at his and ariels troath. He growled in irritation when he was called a truant. "No I am not a truant, it was just a small argument with me and edalene that escalated a bit." He glared at him,ignoring the fanatic tone he was lecturing with. trying to look unfazed throughout the whole thing even as the drykas began to snarl like a wild dog that would have to be put down. "Fine she made a mistake that insulted every drykas because nobody cared to tell her that, looks like the drykas are more at fault here then you are." He gave a glance towards ariel. "Also I would appreciate it if you stopped calling her clay demon, she is a pycon not a monster straight from the mind of rhysol." He continued to glare at the drykas when he ripped his gaze away from him and walked towards ariel. Keeping an eye on the drykas as he talked to her. He had to get his attention somewhere else though before he kicked the crouched man so hard in his ass he wouldn't be able to get back onto his horse. And that would be more then enough reasons for him to get put back on the range, he shivered at the memory. So for his own safety he put his attention to the akontak standing next to him. "I forgot to introduce myself a while ago," He held out his hand. "My name is conrad, pleased to meet you Deava."

[Lariat]

Daeva

Experience:

Observation: 2 xp
Socialization: 2 xp
Rhetoric: 1 xp
Auristics: 1 xp

Lores:

What a pycon is
Paranoid tales from a fiery upstart
Announcing the obvious
Thirsting for a fight
What a strider means to the drykas

Ariel

Experience:

Riding (Kitten): 1 xp
Auristics: 1 xp
Observation: 2 xp
Socialization: 2 xp
Rhetoric: 1 xp

Lores:

Wolf dangerous?
Making "friends"
Mistaken words
What a strider means to the drykas
Same drykas, Same tune
Defending your honor

Kayiri

Experience:

Horsemanship: 2 xp
Riding (Horse): 1 xp
Observation: 2 xp
Socialization: 2 xp
Rhetoric: 1 xp

Lores:

Pycon's make me see red
Forgetting a clay face
Words of paranoia
Preaching about striders
Mincing words with another man

Conrad

Experience:

Rhetoric: 2
Observation: 2
Socialization: 2

Lores:

Confirming what akontak is
Paranoid tales from a fiery upstart
A failed intimidation
Standing up for the little.. girl.
Trying to smooth things over so to not catch anymore arrows

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