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wanderlust / visitor - Damian - 09-11-2018
❖ To be real, he had no idea how he ended up in such a moist environment like this one but he wasn't complaining. As a tourist of sorts, the strange hybrid embraced every opportunity to see new places and experience the varying cultures. It was one of the few things that still gave him a kick as most other things were deemed mundane.
The island itself was a sight for sore eyes with the gorgeous beaches and the lush green of the tropical forest. However, Damian was aware of the possible dangers that may lurk deeper in the seemingly labyrinthine jungle, namely dangerous flora and fauna (mostly the latter as he was vaguely aware of tribal communities that seemed to dot the world). The pale creature hoped that the inhabitants were gracious hosts but didn't count on it, there were plenty of times that he had to be driven or warned to stay off 'private' lands. Of course, he didn't agree with the ideology that such a large(and pretty) area could be owned and not shared by a community but he wouldn't argue with them. It wasn't worth it to him. But today, he was feeling lucky. As his pads along the shore of the island, Dae was confident that it was going to be just fine.
The island itself was a sight for sore eyes with the gorgeous beaches and the lush green of the tropical forest. However, Damian was aware of the possible dangers that may lurk deeper in the seemingly labyrinthine jungle, namely dangerous flora and fauna (mostly the latter as he was vaguely aware of tribal communities that seemed to dot the world). The pale creature hoped that the inhabitants were gracious hosts but didn't count on it, there were plenty of times that he had to be driven or warned to stay off 'private' lands. Of course, he didn't agree with the ideology that such a large(and pretty) area could be owned and not shared by a community but he wouldn't argue with them. It wasn't worth it to him. But today, he was feeling lucky. As his pads along the shore of the island, Dae was confident that it was going to be just fine.
Re: wanderlust / visitor - no more - 09-11-2018
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]To deem them tribal was a rather large oversight, while there were aspects one might find aligned to such their motif, and much of the mannerisms contained in the way they went about life as a community, was more inclined to pirates. But what did such say of his place, given a place and called sage, rather out of place amongst the rest with the historical connotation found within the word. He lacked the wisdom tied to it, no scholar though he cared deeply for his work and proved adept at gathering knowledge upon it, but in a way it seemed fitting for his place, simply another herb counted amongst the many he used. Strange was it to find so different meaning tied to it, a connection of wisdom and healing, fitting in some ways if not others.
Such thoughts were not one he cared to allow others to hear of, though the child proved rather intelligent in some fields he was just that all the same, the power he held minute when he thought about it for a time. It is a strange mix, this power bestowed upon one so young, yet he had taken it up rather well, holding the weight as though it had proven nothing but time had begun to wear, show the cracks in a facade carefully constructed to keep others at bay. In light of current events Silus had taken to wandering, allowing his paws to draw him along a path never set, driven only by a want to move.
He was never entirely sure as to where he might end, gaze settled on his paws as they moved, watching the slight drag of the left for it had been slow in healing, the constant need to be up and about making such difficult. There should have been no weight upon it, not yet at a point it could easily hold even his slight body, but he forced himself on, letting the paw linger for only a second, rolling much of his weight to the back and taking small, hopping steps. He could feel pain gather in the crook of his elbow, lingering in the upper segment where the bone had been shattered, pushing through it though he knew well it would end badly.
The crunch of another walking is what finally drew his eye up, narrowing as he took in the one who walked some distance ahead of him. Already impaired with trouble where it came to things at a distance the lose of one of his eyes had taken a great toll and he found it difficult to pick out details on this other, blinking a few times in hopes it might clear his vision. There was no improvement and so Silus decided it best to approach, growing more uneasy the closer he got. It was clear this person was not one of the crew, he lacked the strong smell of the ocean he walked beside, a mark upon all who resided here for any great length of time, and he was unfamiliar.
Larger than the small sage by far he seemed rather pretty, given shades he had grown accustomed to seeing on only one other, Damien's appearance drawing forth thoughts of the other healer present. The two proved greatly different, the angel given something that made him warm and inviting, held a way about him that spoke of unconditional love and kindness, yet this man held none of it, more calm though he carried himself well. “Who da fuck are you?” Ground out between clenched teeth the bengal stopped a bit away from Damien, regarding him with a cold, hard stare. He was unsure on whether he should question him on whether he was one of them or not, left for another as he was not overly interested, fictional brow drawn down over his eye as he waited for a response.
Re: wanderlust / visitor - CAESAR CIPHER. - 09-12-2018
FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.
The Typhoon had a reputation of being pirates rather than a tribe, though Caesar supposed pirates could be considered tribal depending on your definition of it. If Damian voiced his thoughts out loud, Caesar probably would have snorted and explained that The Typhoon wasn't a tribe, rather a rag-tag group of pirates, and if Damian was looking for a tribe, he should go to Snowbound. "You have three seconds to explain why you're on Typhoon territory before I chase you the fuck out." The demon snarled as he came to stand next to Silus, puffing out his chest and narrowing his eyes at Damian, awaiting the male's response.