Quill of Pride: This glittery quill allows the user to, once an RP, gain a glittery aura that lasts for 600 words. As soon as you hit your 600th word from when you began the effect, the glitter disappears.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 3:52 pm
PRE-ENROLLMENT RP LOG ENTRY:
ROLEPLAY CONTEST ENTRY (FOUR CLANS META)
Sunrise to sunset; any day can be your last.
Inlaid with every breath of life which rose from her were the words of her chieftain, words from her Clan - that truth that every warrior knew from when they awoke each morning and with every swing of a weapon in battle. To live under such words and bring back failure was unacceptable, even if such errors didn't doom you, to her it could only be seen as an act of treason against her fellow War brothers and sisters. A warrior does no such thing. It was in these thoughts that Iyari was living in as she lighted down to the strange, cold rock which made for a central river of sorts into the human village. Choking back every bit of excitement she felt the surge of adrenaline move through her body core, compelling her into motion. Immediately there was a sense that she was naked in such a spacious area. Were humans so far from themselves they did not even live together? A light shudder moved through her body as she swept her bright eyes across the town, body poised for any attack.
Nothing came.
Far off the hunched over figures of humans could be seen moving as rats along the side of a river. Iyari held back a snort though rolled her eyes. Already they appeared to have given up, their posture telling that story – creatures designed to claw at life like a pack of hungry dogs, rather than moving to challenge life such as a wolf. She found comparing them to be tedious as there was any number of names to be given to such lowly things. Rather she began to move forward, gazing up at the tops of the buildings in sheer wonder of their awkward shapes.
It was there she saw him, one of her own. Here among the ground dwellings and hunched-over humans the sight of him was a blessing, though she was unsure on how to react. A sudden gesture of his hand gave way to something she could barely make out in the shrouded area where he stood. Task at hand and fellow War tribesman nearby, Iyari could only come to one conclusion: A warrior depends on her War brothers and sisters in battle, but must also stand on her own two feet. Subtly she gave a nod his way. Perhaps it was a final send off or the signal to begin? Either way Iyari moved on like she was hunting solitary, crouching down and, despite the burning sensation the black river of rock left under her feet, moved along silently.
The stench of humans was nearly overwhelming while she turned another corner among the shadows, scanning along each building with diligent patience. From the great black river she had moved to the bank which was smooth to the underside of her feet, but still felt uncomfortable with its sheer coldness. Like many of her Clan-mates, or perhaps like all of them, she loved the open sky and soaring through it, but this was an opportunity unlike any precedent for her. To work through the great challenge of learning to adapt to foreign territory was a great accomplishment and to take it the step further of using her legs rather than wings, surely that was indicative of a time when wings were not beneficial.
Iyari had a bad habit of over analyzing situations, as often her chieftain had told her and many training instructors had echoed back to her. Moving onward she attempted to quell her thoughts and concentrate on controlling her breathing, keeping it light and plentiful while she moved across the bank. The horsewoman felt her calloused feet scrape against the gray path beneath her and she gritted her teeth at the sensation. There was little pain and she continued, but such an alien feeling grasped at her with every new step. Finally she moved to her tiptoes in long strides across it, taking stock of everything nearby.
The flickering of false fires above her were calming, though their artificial brightness bothered her eyes and she shied away from each lamp she came into contract to, preferring to remain in shadow. Inside this blanket of shadow she turned her gaze to a split off of the black river. It was a narrow split which she felt inclined to pass when she stopped and noticed the dulled crimson of a single red feather placed overhead to a large, blocky building.
Drumming wildly, she placed a hand on her chest to soothe her heart as she crouched further, making her way across the burning blackness to face the strange building. Iyari wanted desperately to reach out and touch the feather, a last reminder of home in this strange land, but knew it had already blown into the wind. She blinked and looked back across where a much smaller building of the same kind stood. Both held tacky clothing stretched out over lifeless dummies which resembled both men and women, though in a horrid fashion. There was little time to think and she retreated away from the large building to look at the second.
Fascination wearing thin, she took a finger against the black bars and felt against the smooth steel with a shudder. Humans were definitely strange beings, placing such things over their doorways. With a few bobs of her headdress she moved quickly to behind the dwelling, moving a hand against the smooth wood of the door with a grin. Perhaps it was sheer arrogance or just a simple thought of I can handle a single tribe easy but Iyari had already decided on her next move. With a firm fist she brought it up and pounded her knuckles into the door.
She pressed against the dwelling and swallowed any breath as the door itself seemed to open automatically to her touch. The human who squinted out against the darkness was old, Iyari was quick to establish that he was also unarmed except for a small device held in his arm which seemed to have a vine attached to somewhere deeper in the dwelling. She had little time to react but moved quickly into the little space between the human and the door. Hearing a cry of alarm she turned her gaze of annoyance back to him, placing a well-deserved kick against his underside. This caused him to leer forward and fall squarely onto his rump while she pulled against the door itself, slamming it shut against the outside. Pressing a golden adornment on the door, she heard it click and was satisfied it had locked.
The polished wood against her feet felt familiar as they pressed against the smooth surface, but just a simple glass over it revealed it as a foreign and rather cheap replica. Pursing her lips she moved quickly, standing up straight as she could detect no life nearby. Curious, she lifted a nearby garment, laying it across her arm. Shuddering at the softness and mere breakable feel of it she shoved it aside, allowing it to fall disgracefully to the floor. Time was ticking away and she had to keep every precious second of it to continue.
Rounding every last corner of the store she finally stood silent at its center among the brightly colored wrappings. There was a sense of disgust in her while she regarded again the still beasts which were up in the windows, wearing some of the same garments she had passed. Allowing herself to snort loudly she relieved a lot of inner turmoil and struck out again in purpose.
FEAR was the only purpose that humans served. Iyari knew this, but now found herself doubting that once fleeting idea she had when she was younger - that they too possessed a sort of spark of life. Even through these garments she could see that they were insects among giants, only living to please themselves. Otherwise what purpose for such garments would there be? Hedonists. The word suited them. With a small grin Iyari came across what she had been searching for – a source of fire. Matches were frail things and not seen very often in her own clan, but she was aware of their purpose. For this trial it was procurement-on-site so she quickly but aside her unwillingness to use a human object. It wouldn't matter much in moments anyways.
Moving across the gritted paper with the end of the match it was suddenly aglow. Fondly, her eyes followed the bouncing flame and she stood near the other doorway. With a flick of her hand the match was flung into the recesses of the the delicate garments; which to her delight burst into a quick, roaring flame. What better way to make them run scared. She said with a grin. Surely her War brothers and sisters would also wish to instill in them chaos, allow them their fear.
Pressing open the door, and subsequently the bars which had prevented her from entering beforehand, she burst out into the cold air. They were easy enough to move and she frowned. What use were those to anyone? Hurriedly, she moved back towards the larger one, stopping near the gray stone bank she observed the larger, similar dwelling. A sliding sound provoked her attention and she gazed warily as a human walked outward, allowing the glass entry to slide away from the human.
Quickly she took the opening and darting inside the building... only to be blinded. Covering her eyes she moved to a corner quickly, pressing her body against it. It was not wooden, but smooth like stone. Why were humans so obsessed with creating things that resembled others? Iyari watched as the stray humans moved back from where she was, some carrying an assortment of assaulting colors. She was glad to be rid of them as she took note of her surroundings. Small paths of fake stone littered the area covered by a putrid green strip of fabric. She grimaced and shook her head.
Moving from the wall and into the abandoned area she traced a display of cloth with a hand. Less disgust resonated while an amused face washed over her. She briefly wondered what the other Clans would do with such things as hers clearly had no use for such frail things. The thought receded into her mind and she was again in the move, crouching under the strange trees of garments. Why had she come here, what purpose was there among the humans? An opening far off was brightly lit with authoritative voices resonating out of it.
She grinned and began her way, though turned back to the rows of clothing with interest. Movement nearby forced her gaze and she watched a small herd of humans moving together nearby, chatting away relentlessly. There was little time to waste here, what action would bring pride to her chieftain? To her queen? Outweighing the options she turned, eyes focused. Dallying uselessly served no one in battle, she hurried along her way. Cut off the snake's head and the rest will follow. The words of a previous training session echoed into her brain.
“And cut it I shall.” She said with burning determination moving down through a clenched fist.
Frightened eyes looked her way as she entered. Easily disturbed just as cattle. Iyari thought, jumping up to a nearby chair. It was uncomfortable and gritty to the touch but she sat upright on her haunches regardless while she observed them. Fidgeting, she corrected herself against the hard material; even she could not place such a bizarre thing. Even without watching them the endless screeching told its story loud a clear. Iyari was reminded of primates while she watched them a while. The banging of their hand, the stoic expression and that screeching... A name was being torn apart by their lips as the continued on endlessly. It was obvious from this that they were in charge of the dwelling, the dark cloud hanging over the exchange of paper in return for the same garments they grabbed.
Inwardly the idea was degrading, leading the mindless masses of humans further into their despair, or maybe it was what allowed them to feel better? Iyari blinked. The three chieftains were moving into spitting. She thought again to stories of snakes. These three – they were the head. They had people below them, people who would be frightened if something happened to them. The horsewoman stood, staring at them.
With a flick of her wings she held out a hand, summoning her weapon. It was a spear of simple design, as she had not yet earned her warrior status, with a bleached wooden base and dark silver. Its sharpness reflected against her eyes and her body went rigid and she moved low, a hand delicately grasped around the smooth wood. To bring chaos, to cause fear, to wage War; her purpose in this came to light and she lifted the shaft higher, to an attack stance.
“Let's not disappoint.” She whispered.
At first blood the others shrieked and she silenced them quickly with a few thrusts of her spear. First human blood tricked down its face and she lifted it over them triumphantly, only to lower it a minute later. She gazed down at their lifeless eyes, their jaws gaping open while the blood of all three mingled onto the floor. Like animals they were, simple tools to be used for further gain. And in their deaths they were further serving to her Clan. Iyari was often amazed how frightened a human could become just by the sight of death.
Darkness – still and simple – surrounded her in its warming embrace. Moving out into the main room no movement caught her eye and no flickering false fires blinded her gaze. She was alone as she had started, the only companion being the far off embers of the first building she had ignited. The desired effect is achieved. She thought to herself as she crossed the jungle of garments back to the main door. There was no last fleeting look back, she would not show sign of weakness for her decisions now. The bodies would tell her story, and with them would come the squabbles and screams. And mayhem was soon to follow, seeing as both stores had come under siege. Perhaps they would even assume they had attacked each other, and now their families could either follow suit or run scared.
Iyari smiled.
Raising her hand she allowed her weapon to leave her hand again, back into the far reaches from where she could call it once again. It was a part of her body, part of her soul, she would not allow it to be tainted further by this human world if it was not to be bloodied. Kicking open the door she moved back out into the darkened river of stone. It was the last she would feel of that burning rock, and would be the last sensation she would remember of the human world as she raised her wings to the sky, departing quickly from the ground.
Elated, ecstatic, excited – these words meant nothing to her as her long flight ended to the sight of home. She had not realized how much she had missed it until she felt the familiar wood underneath her feet. Proud. Like her queen was of her tribe was how Iyari felt over her task. In the eyes of the warrior who came to greet her she could see it, that last burning question. As the stare of those eyes vanished Iyari moved her head up high and followed after her, to greet War herself. To see if her task has honored her queen. Staring at the back of the warrior before her, the question lingers in her head as if to be a ghostly, unspoken conversation.
At sunset when it could be your last, are you proud of your final day?
Yes.
What other answer could there be?
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