I will control you and distort your dreams

p. Tzila | Arisaig Shoal | BD Feb 02

POSTED: Tue Apr 04, 2017 1:30 am

come get lost in the static

Pull the string, breathe, just like how Axelle taught you.

Get a grip of yourself, focus.

Do you have your target in sight? If you let it go, will it find its target?

Let that arrow fly.

A squeak and a bit of a struggle told Eire that her hungering arrow had indeed met its mark. Axelle would have said her shot wasn’t good enough; that it wasn’t right to make prey suffer. After all, it wasn't their faults they were born prey animals. Eire stood from her cover in nearby brush, stowing the longbow over her shoulder, and went to retrieve both her arrow and her kill. She thought about Axelle’s words. She supposed they held some truth to them, though Eire wasn’t too concerned with the lives of prey animals. She wasn't too concerned with the lives of anyone else except for her own and Axelle’s.

Eire marveled at her handy work. An arrow right through the little creature’s neck. It wasn’t an clean as an eye socket shot or a heart shot, but it would do. There was only a little of a struggle after all. Red eyes that almost matched its blood roved over the creature as Eire tried to figure out what she had caught. She believed it was called a stoat, or some kind of ferret.

But what did it matter? It would taste the same whether it was a ferret or a stoat.

She plucked the arrow from the weasel, wiping the excess blood on her gray thigh before putting the arrow with the others in her quiver. With a dagger from her thigh sheath, she cut into the creature and started taking it apart piece by piece for a snack before lunch, there on the spot.

For Tzila! Dated for Feb. 02 This is a vague part of the day as always - feel free to specify!


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POSTED: Sat Apr 08, 2017 7:52 pm

the devil has my ear today, he promised I would

find a little solace and some piece of mind

Here she was again, wandering the northern shores that she knew held something she didn't particularly want to deal with. Namely, her mother and younger sister. She didn't want to deal with them, but she had to. Deep in herself, Tzila knew whatever was going on between the two of them, couldn't end well, especially considering how the two came to be together. The grayish woman still felt a cold, queasy feeling grip her stomach whenever she thought about it, a quiet but deep anger that she knew would run in her for a long, long time. The gods help her if she ever met the culprit of such a crime, because blood would be spilled on that day.

She walked with no rush, almost taking the time to enjoy the sand between her toes. Which was knew, since she didn't quite like the feeling, but she was slowly learning to appreciate it. She mostly blamed a certainly pale loner and their encounters on the shore. Those memories stirred her mind from the dark mood she had been just a moment ago, and a fond smile played on her lips, a soft sway on her tail. Yellow watched as the last light of the day faded away; the sun had disappeared from the horizon a while ago, and the sky was colored a deep, gorgeous blue, the first few stars braving into the heavens and glinting away. It was a beautiful way to end the day.

Tzila should have been heading home a while ago, but she'd only need to follow the edge of the water to find her way back, so she wasn't too worried of staying out for so long, so far away from Sapient borders. This was a part of the beach that was very short, more pebbly than sandy, the edge of the forest almost kissing the seafoam. She huffed; when she did get so poetic? Shaking her head amusedly with her own racing thoughts, Tzila heard the subtle twang of a bow firing. The woman froze in place, staring at where her ears pinned the source of the noise. She didn't like her chances; an arrow could end her before she could get close enough to make use of her daggers. The time of day didn't help either; it was too dark to see too well, and yet not dark enough to adjust to the shadows. But then, the wind hit her and she caught the scent and relaxed. At least, as much as she could, considering who it was; Eire.

Again her mind was sent into a dark trail, and she decided it was time to address the situation. She made her way towards the sounds, and found the girl tearing apart a stoat with a dagger. Tzila swallowed down any hesitation and looked down at the girl, a single hand on her hip. "Good evening, sister."

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Tzila Napier

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POSTED: Tue Apr 11, 2017 10:41 pm

come get lost in the static

Eire ambled through the forest, placing pieces of the stoat in her mouth absent-mindedly. She had no real destination other than finding a more suitable lunch for herself later. She waded through the trees, once allowing her dagger to scrape over the brittle bark of one of the trees, leaving a shallow, crusted line over its surface. Holding the stoat to her mouth, she gnawed away the last of the meat, and cast the carcass aside, looking up to meet reds with yellows.

Good evening, sister.

It wasn't clear whether it was Tzila’s tone or just the way the word sounded, but it took Eire by surprise. Here she was not even allowed to call her own mother mother, and here was this femme that she barely knew calling her sister. Eire stopped, and offered Tzila a blank stare.

”Hello.”

There was no chance of title or the encouragement of one. Eire was still feeling out the aspect of family. Axelle wasn’t a great example, so being faced with a woman who wanted to acknowledge her as a sister was strange. Eire stood quietly, pensive, as she tried to figure Tzila out from the distance between her and her half-sibling.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 25, 2017 6:26 pm

the devil has my ear today, he promised I would

find a little solace and some piece of mind

The blank stare that met her own conflicted one was not what she was expecting. But then again, Tzila didn't quite know what to expect from the girl. They barely knew each other, if that, and this uncharted territory was upsetting, to say the least. And that one single, solitary hello was not much to work with, to be quite honest. How to continue a conversation that felt would be more like a monologue? Oh well, couldn't expect the girl to be particularly eloquent, given her low exposure to social situations. The Sapient doubted she ever interacted with many people outside of Axelle, chilly as she could get.

"Good spot for a snack hunt? I could use something to nibble on." She mentioned, trying for small talk, at least at first. If she could buy herself more time to organize her thoughts, work herself into decent arguments. Arguments for what? Well, maybe some questions first. She had an inkling of what she wanted but, better to check with the girl what was going on with her, first. For instance, if Axelle was anywhere near too interrupt them. That would put a damper on her plans. Tzila took a swig of the small water skin she had beneath a fold of her skirt, washing away the dry knot on her throat, and offered it to the girl. A peace offering, if there ever was one, even if they wasn't animosity between them. A little kindness goes a long way, she had found.

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POSTED: Fri May 12, 2017 1:01 am

come get lost in the static

Eire kept her distance - a good three or four feet between the women - eyeing the yellow-eyed female. She wondered whether her yellow eyes came from Axelle or an absent father. One much like her own, but with better intentions. Intentions that weren’t to hurt others and force unwanted life into the world. Eire dropped her gaze to the item that her half-sibling pulled from her skirt. Truthfully, staring family in the face and accepting how much of a reject she was hurt her much more than she’d let on.

Tzila offered her a water skin, and Eire hesitated. Under her right elbow and clipped to the belt of her skirt, she had one of her own. A green canteen she traded for when she and Axelle visited a trader not far from where they stood now. However, she took what was offered and sniffed it, hoping it was something other than water. The scent she was greeted with disappointed her, but she took a swig anyway and offered it back to the woman. ”Thanks,” she said, averting her eyes because she felt strange in the company of the other. There was an unmistakable tension in the air between them, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was because of her.

”Yeah, there are little things around here to hunt… You can borrow my bow if you want.” She searched the woman for a weapon of some kind to hunt. She hadn't noticed one before. Eire had already had her share, and wouldn’t offer to do the woman’s work. She did want a bigger meal for later, but that would be for her and her mother. Red hues courageously raised to meet those yellow eyes again. ”What are you doing in these parts? Looking for Axelle again?” She had misunderstood their first meeting as something planned.

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