This is a private RP between Azazel (Nayci) and Astrid (Mr Cheri)
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The sky showed high noon as Azazel waited patiently for his catch. Eyes closed in relaxation as the waves of the shore crashed against the softness of the sand.Gulls above singing their tune as they glided in wait, waiting for a potential slip of his nets, so they could get a treat. But alas, Azazel paid them no mind. For the day was warm, and beautiful. “Oi, Azazel!” one of his partner soquili caught his attention, “We’re going to be heading back to the mainland here soon. Are you going to be coming?”
Azazel’s eyes slipped open, almost lazily regarding the soquili in question along with the few others that had joined for today’s hunting.
“Yeah, after this last net is full. You know we’ve needed more this season to cover the increase in hoof traffic. Plus with those summer storms, we need the extra padding for the young ones. Can’t have them starving.”
His partner huffed a soft laugh, “Isn’t that the truth. My mate would never let me hear the end of it if our children were skin and bone. Say, what made you change your diet? It’s not every day you see a kalona taken to eating only seafood.”
To that, Azazel didn’t have a quick answer. One could say it was his dark past of the great kalona herd fiasco that caused his change of heart. Although truthfully that’d be a lie. Or, at least, that’s what he told himself. In truth, he began hating the taste of flesh before the fall. So, as a result, he found fishing to be a good compromise.
“Since when did you become such a nosy gutterfish,” he retorted in jest.
His partner snorted in amusement, “back when you decided that it was time to throw the game of gamble out the window, and proceed to get into a fight within my mate’s tavern.”
“That was one time.”
“One time, and now you owe our herd a pretty penny.”
The stallion rolled his eyes, and began to pull in his final net, the fish jumping, and flailing erratically as he blocked off their escape. Dragging them to shore, the net full enough to feed at least five families for awhile yet, his gaze fell upon his partner and friend exasperated.
“I paid off my debts long ago. I stayed because someone has to make sure everyone is taken care of.”
“Aye, that you did. Let’s head back before it gets dark.”
With his partner picking up one end, and Azazel the other, they placed all their goods onto the wooden plank holding the rest of their daily hunts. Between the two of them, they were able to then pull the plank upon their backs, and make their way back towards their home, their herd. A companionable silence fell between them. Although the question his friend posed earlier still echoed in his mind. It wasn’t so much the actual question of why he turned to seafood. But what else it entailed. Things, and life, are always changing. The spirits saw to that with great enthusiasm. Azazel, for all his wants and desires, was changing. But was it good, or bad? He didn’t know. And that is what unnerved him.
By the time they got back to everyone there was naught a clear path to their trade market. But such as it was, the herd wasn’t your traditional one. Unlike those familial herds you often saw, this one was more of a hodgepodge of smaller herds cramming into one place. Some were traders. Others were merchants. Honestly you could find just about anything in this place Azazel called home. If you need massage, a group could be found just north to take care of your aching muscles. If you were hungry, the local hole would be where his friend’s mate created the best meals around. For what it was worth, Azazel got lucky finding this place.
“I’m gonna take this to the boss if you want to go ahead and get something to eat.”
Azazel nodded his head, shrugging off their loot, bidding his friend goodbye, and making his way towards the delicious smell coming nearby. However with the amount of soquili trying to get to their destination, things were quite crowded. And despite his careful foot placement, that didn’t stop him from accidentally knocking into someone else.
“Bugger, my apologies!” he quickly spoke, turning to see if he needed to help whoever he knocked into.
