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Lokkie

10:42pm Dec 24 2011 (last edited on 10:38pm Dec 27 2011)

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:'D YAAAAY STORY TIME LOL ~ I'm not so good with summaries, but here's the extremely detailed info:
there's a troll who abuses da rancher shops n lights ppl on fire n stuff but then compuleecayshuns happens and she gains friends so now she's not forever alone but then they're in trouble and its like an asian drama but w/ lots o nondramatic relation sheeps. (...not even kidding)

T a b l e  o '  C o n s  a b o u t  T e n t s

pt 1 - complete = page 1
pt 2 - complete = page 1, post 2
pt 3 - wip

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pt 1

The dull surroundings of Reiflem's wastelands wavered through the heat as a human and creatu sat, a bit out of place on the hunk of grey rock, thinking to themselves. As yet another lump of lava ran a bit too close to the Kayoki's comfort, it squeaked pitifully and attempted yet another escape, but was caught by the chain bound to its throat.

The young woman, her hand having a firm grip on its rusty leash, didn't seem to be bothered by the burning sensation. She leaned against a boulder in a lax position, whistling a tune that sounded very much like a Christmas carol. She paused for a breath and cheerfully said, "If you really want to get out of this place, just sit still and hope that old idiot comes before we fossilize."

The Kayoki glared fiercely at her, its red eyes illuminated by fear and fire. She smiled. "Okay?"

It gave up and slumped to the ground, despairing its fate but powerless against it. The woman peered at it curiously for a moment, then prodded it with her foot. "Is the place finally getting to you? I ran out of water, so it's fine if you hallucinate, but make sure not to die. There's too much tu weighing on that pelt of yours, after all!~"

Frantically, the Kayoki scrabbled at its own albino fur, tearing out chunks with its claws until it flopped down again unable to take the pain. Tired and dehydrated, it barely had the strength to move anymore, let alone put up a fight against the woman who was still talking in the background. "This is actually a pretty nice place, you know," she was saying in the same whimsical tone. "Compared to the rest of Reiflem, of course. If that guy had told us to wait for him farther out, you would've melted. It's too bad we can't loiter near the main portal since Otroe will find us, or any other place for that matter, since I've got a limitless bounty on this planet."

"Hm..." She took out a bag from her pocket and tossed it to the Kayoki, who scrambled away. "Calm down!" She laughed. "It's fried squid. My personal favorite. Sucks for you if you don't like it, though."

Its crimson eyes managed to light up. "See?" the woman said as the creatu began munching away with gusto. "Not so bad!~" At these words she turned, her attention drawn away by a figure in the distance. "What is he, a Murren? The guy is as slow as he is stupid."

After a couple of ages, a grizzly man with the scent of smoke approached them. He knelt down next to the Kayoki and asked, "It's albino, right?"

"Are you blind?" she said with a smirk. "Of course it is."

He cackled and slapped the poor creatu with a blistered hand, ignoring its terrified squeals. "This thing is in terrible condition! There's no way it could work for food. I can't believe how much gold I actually promised..."

The woman grinned, and the lava around them seemed to freeze. Her posture didn't change, nor her teasing ex
pression, but the murderous intent was certainly there. "Your point?"

"Ah..." The man gulped, backpedaling at high speed. "No, no, that's not what I meant. Here - " He placed a heavy satchel into her hand, full to the brim with tu. She turned away, satisfied, and the choking air of danger gave way to Reiflem's smokey odor; and yet, even then, her attitude didn't change in the slightest, unnerving the tough man. "Good!" She laughed. "Right, the Kayoki's yours. I'll take my leave."

No...no! No! Wait! The Kayoki howled silently as the chain was passed from the woman to the man. It sprinted away but was swung back with ease, choking as it hung suspended in its new owner's hand. In a last effort to escape, it looked pleadingly at the woman, praying to Scria that she would take the last bit of kindness in her heart to save her.

The woman turned again and noticed its frantic paw, waving helplessly in the air. "Bye-bye!~" she said, waving back, and kept walking.

With that, the Kayoki's mind snapped, and all sanity fled from its head.

Snarling, tearing, snapping in a frenzy against everything and everything that would not submit to its death, the man, the woman, the blasted chain, the blasted planet and its boiling heat; everything it knew no longer mattered other than that its freedom and the humans, who would be broken up and drowned in the lava that it so hated, as the man yelled out in rage as it bit his hand in half and bit with the same wonderful crunching sound each and every time as it didn't bother to think anymore and it wanted to be free and free and free and free and free - 

And finally it stopped, inches away from the wretched young woman, who knelt down with the same delighted smile and unreadable eyes. Behind them, the man was cursing and tugging the chain with all his might, but the Kayoki's claws managed to dig deep into the petrified stone.

"Are you mad now?" she asked, chuckling. "That's funny! You think you can save yourself if you kill me?"

It growled, savage and unearthly, as she leaned in closer and said, "Sorry, but I'm not a knight in shining armor. Besides, to go around saving people?" She sighed, her dark hair shadowing her face. "It'd be such a pain." With those words, the woman stood up and disappeared, as if the world had magicked her away to save her from the Kayoki's following scream.
Lokkie

10:37pm Dec 27 2011 (last edited on 11:18pm Dec 27 2011)

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xD I hate Marion. I'll try to make her less Mary Sue-ish in the future.
Anyway, I think I kinda messed up on the whole Scrian royalty bsns, lol. I'm dirt poor so I can't buy all the books about Loyna and Scria, and some of them spell it like Lonya so now its all confusing and crap. D:

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pt 2

A servant, stepping quietly through the marbled highways, bowed and spoke before the couple. "Minister Marion, Her Highness wishes to see you in the library." He murmured.

"Ah." A tall man, with glinting purple orbs for eyes and two extraterrestrial arms protruding from each shoulder, addressed the woman in front of him. His mask tilted curiously, its bent horns lit by the morning sunlight. Beside him, an Ivik crouched hesitantly as it attempted to pry open a silver coin with long, spindly fingers.

Marion nodded. "I'll be there shortly." She dismissed the servant and turned back to Kir, who seemed to be observing her silently. "My apologies, but the Princess calls for me. Perhaps we shall continue this discussion at another time?"

Kir waved one of his duplicated hands absentmindedly, while another began to scratch Phaeda behind the ear - Marion was polite enough to avoid staring at them, but she couldn't help but notice and wonder. "Oh, of course. It's not a problem. Please, go on ahead, I too have some other businesses to attend." He said so in a tone that was probably supposed to sound warm, but ended up sending chills down her spine.

Businesses? Just a few minutes ago, you said you had nothing planned. the Minister thought as the two parted ways. Her silver shoes tapped against the polished floors as she walked briskly through the building, looking out through the glass windows. The clouds were peaceful today, crowded with Drindian as the slept on floating cliffs and watched over Scria's residents. A few of the albino creatu were nuzzling a little boy on a flying machine, probably the child of one of the Princess's friends. She felt a small smile cross her lips.

The image of her own family, all grown up after ten years apart, flashed into her mind. Immediately, Marion dropped back into her solemn composure and turned a corner, where the grand library doors stood. She turned the ornate handle and stepped into the room as a fresh, clean wave of air hit her.

"Is Her Highness in here?" Marion asked the clerk, who flourished a bow and pointed at the farthest corner of the room.

The Princess was sitting on a small reading couch, a thick scroll tucked under her arm and a book in her lap, with a pair of minute spectacles nestled on her nose. She looked up and smiled a welcome as Marion came into view. "Thank you for coming, Minister."

"Of course, Your Highness," the woman replied, taking a suitable position in front of the guardian. "I would advise that you keep the windows closed in a place like this, where the newborn Drindians are being taught outside. Also, might I ask what purpose those glasses serve?"

Loyna laughed, and the sound danced through their ears like wind-chimes. "Goodness, Minister! It shouldn't be much harm if a couple of them tumble into the palace; rather, they should view it as a learning experience so they don't make the mistake twice. Oh, and these?" She took off the spectacles and examined their lenses. "Just for fun, although they seem to make my vision worse."

"I see."

"Anyway, I don't think I called you here to discuss my strange hobbies," Loyna teased, setting her reading material aside. "I was talking with Otroe - "

Marion flinched slightly, but the Princess kindly didn't mention it. " - and he led me into one of his rants about the trouble with Reiflem's portals. I'm sure it's been many times that he's gotten a bit fessed up with them, but Adagu also mentioned it when I visited last night, and our gateway to Atquati has been having some disturbances lately. I tried to visit Palora and explain the situation, but she's been too busy with the outbreak of tsunamis."

"That is odd." The Minister agreed, raising a hand to hover above her chin. "But an outbreak of tsunamis? I am sure the guardian Palora has more than enough power over her realm to control the waves in her sleep. Why would there be such trouble?"

Loyna sighed. "Yes, that is also one of my concerns; yet the four of us cannot find the answers we seek and it's beginning to worry me." She frowned, the first blemish Marion had ever seen upon the ruler's face, and stroked her forehead. "Oh dear, I feel a headache coming just by talking about it."

"Are you alright, Your Highness?"

"Yes, yes, I'll just take a quick rest after. How is Kir?"

Taken aback by the prompt, Marion struggled to hold the conversation. "Um...w-well, he's doing fine, I suppose." She replied.

"I see." The Princess stood up abruptly and walked over to the open window, ignoring the Minister's sound of . She took in a deep breath of fresh air and continued, although her face seemed to grow darker by the moment. "I was thinking of bringing it up with him, in hope of a bit of advice."

"Eh?" The sound slipped out of her mouth in surprise. "But...why? I doubt he is familiar with the portals of our worlds, as a native of Uldavi..."

"Yes, but the problem could have originated from something he is familiar with. Their technology has advanced even further than Scria's, so it..." Loyna leaned against the windowsill. "...so it is possible..."

"Your Highness!" Marion exclaimed, rushing forward, but she was stopped as the Princess held up a hand. "Your Highness, are you sure you're alright?" she asked anxiously. "Perhaps you should rest!"

"I'm fine," the guardian snapped, but her ex
pression immediately melted into an apology, and Marion inferred that she didn't mean for it to sound so forceful. "It's just...ahhg..." She looked up suddenly. "There's...a boy..."

"Your Highness?" Marion asked tentatively, stepping closer.

"There's a boy...at my statue..."

Marion recalled the rumors of Loyna's supernatural vision around her own statue, which now seemed to be the truth. "A boy?"

"Get...get him away..."

"Y-Your Highness...?"

"GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!" The Princess screamed, startling a few Drindian from their perches. She staggered and tripped, her heel slamming into the library wall and pushing back against empty air, until all that was left was the clear cyan sky and the clouds spiraling around her view.

"Your Highness!" Marion shouted, reaching for Loyna's hand, but their fingers missed by a mere length of millimeters. Frozen with shock, she could only watch as the sovereign's figure fell, her face twisted with pain, from many stories high until she was saved by a pair of the swiftest Drindian seconds before they crashed into the ground.

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As the crowds of noisy Scrians pounded past, a little boy recoiled as a jolt of electricity ran through the statue and passed through his fingers. He was skinny and small, no larger than a person half his age, with fairly darkened skin that stood out among others on the planet. His hair was thick, spiky, and carried an earthy shade like the fur of a wild Berrok. His jaded eyes flashed curiously as he turned around, and the enlarged pendant around his neck began to glow.
Lokkie

10:14pm Dec 30 2011

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I'll probably get WB soon, it feels like my updates are too fast for the plot. D:
Anyway, it's Jurassic Park! I'm gonna have so much fun with this bird xD

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pt 3

"Get off! Get away from me! I said I never did anything so let me GOOoorrmphm - "

Five muscular guards, with arms and legs that could lift buildings, fought valiantly against the scrawny little boy with skin too dark for his hair and sharp caiman teeth. Marion, stuck in a state of bemusement, could have sworn she saw fire coming from the boy's knife-like mouth as he yelled out frantically; a pitch higher and he would have cracked the glass vases nearby. The smartest guard of the quintet managed to cover the child's teeth with a thick, calloused hand, almost sacrificing the skin on his fingers in the process. "We have...successfully...captured the culprit...Minister," he said, panting between words.

"Thank you, guards," she replied as she studied the little boy. An odd shiver ran through her arms as their similarily-colored eyes connected, if only for a moment. A spark of recognition threatened to start a fire in her mind, yet she was sure that she had never seen the likes of him before. The feeling was so slight, so incoherent, that Marion felt there was no need to analyze it further and brushed it aside.

"Please...your orders, Minister?" begged the guard attempting to pin down the child's thrashing legs. She nodded and said, "Her Highness has yet to recover, so hold the boy in custody until she wakes. I..." The Minister took in the full view of the hilarious scene once again. "...will leave it to you to transport him without causing harm."

"Wait, what?!" The boy shouted, finally prying the poor men away. "You mean, take me to some kind of prison? That's crazy! I never did anything, I was just looking at the statue - "

Marion sighed and said, "Yes, there is no proof of any crime; which is why you are to be held custody within the palace where, I assure you, the living conditions far exceed that of a lowly dungeon and also, your health will certainly be assur - "

"I don't care! I don't want to be here! Let me go, let me go!"

She gave up quickly. "In other words, you will be escorted into one of the castle's most regal bedrooms...where you will be chained to the bedpost under ten gold locks, rotting away until your teeth are gone and you can finally behave yourself so that Her Highness, the Princess can interrogate you without losing any knuckles."

At this, the boy shut up. "W-was that an order, Minister?" one of the guards asked hesitantly.

"No. I mean...it's tempting, but I am sure Her Highness would not approve," Marion said, almost enjoying her company's reaction. "Carry on, then." She turned away, but stopped as she remembered something rather important, and turned. "What is your name, boy?"

He scowled, refusing to meet her gaze. "Callum. Callum Lahues."

What?

The boy, his limbs restrained by the frustrated guards and being shoved (as gently as possible, which was not very gently at all) along the corridor, didn't look back to see Marion's shocked ex
pression. All the color had left her face, leaving her trembling like a sheet of paper. She didn't know how long she could be standing there, struggling to turn the name over in her head without ripping it apart.

Callum Lahues, he said.

Oh my god.

This boy is...

~

The thick, humid greenery of the jungle pressed down on her shoulders, leaving her coated with sweat after only a few miles of walking. Luckily, she wasn't breathless, so she could manage to go a little farther without taking a break. Relcore, the most diverse planet in all of Rescreatu', was it? the young woman thought, a wry smile on her face. Damn that. It'll take a year to find my bird in this heat. She paused to look down, though, as a sparkling green river weaved through the wedges on the cliff and spread itself like branches on a tree. Sunlight spilled over one of the pools, giving the illusion of liquid gold. Some ways, the jungle was a nightmare; but in others, a paradise.

"Ah..." The woman said aloud after another hour of walking. She plopped down in the clearest clearing she could find, with her back resting against a Jurassic-sized tree. She looked up at the dappled light and closed her eyes, enjoying the shade for a moment, before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a snack. The thick rings of squid tasted wet and salty, but they were still squid on her standards and squid was always good.

I've been walking all day. With any luck, it should be around here... Her hand reached out to her neck and tugged at the silver chain, bringing out the small flute that was hiding under her tank top at her back. She fingered it for a while, studying the small dents and dots as if she had forgotten what they were for, then brought it to her lips. With delicate precision, her fingers ran with the elegance of the green river along the slender instrument. A single, low note hooked the air.

Her thumbs stretched out. The tune grew, slowly and carefully at first, until it began to ascend with greater speed. A mysterious sound rose, bringing a breeze to the treetops and a glow to the clouds. The melody was simple, a series of notes starting from the depths and rising at an increasing pace, but even the famous songbirds stopped their performance to listen.

It ended slowly, dying away like a sunset, until all that was left was a period of silence. Then, the answering call of a creatu echoed from far away.

The young woman grinned. "Oh, you are here. Lazy arse."

She stood up and beamed at the Mirabilis diving down towards her, its wings almost as long as the trees around them. It let out a fierce caw that shook poor insects from their burrows and blasted through her own jet-black hair, leaving it springy and loosened from a ponytail. She stepped back - which was a good thing, as a four-foot long talon crunched down happily where her legs once stood. After the waves of small earthquakes and windstorms subsided from the creatu's landing, the two stared at each other.

"It feels like it's been a while, bird," the woman said with full, genuine cheer. "And how long has it been?"

It turned to the side and folded its wings, exposing the brilliantly-marked shoulder blades. She gracefully grabbed at the tufts of feathers and hopped lightly onto its back, laughed, and said, "That's right. I forgot."

Time doesn't matter when we fly.
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