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Cobra · 04-22-2022, 10:09 PM

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CARNYX RIDEL — LEOPARD — FEMALE — 26 MONTHS — SINGLE — NIGHT SPADES

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #b0472f;"]the small leopard found herself alone again. she was often alone and part of her hated it. her snow white fur, marred with ice blue spots, was ruffled up a bit at the sound of footfalls. she had her wings raised a bit as a rogue passed her by. once they were gone, she let her wings pull in tight and fur lay flat.

her paws carried her to a nearby ledge, where she hopped up. the small wings on the back of her feet, matching her ice blue wings and spots, rustled in the breeze. she opted to lay here and relax. yawning that double saber maw. sure, she had top and bottom sabers, but her sabers were smaller than her siblings. that was good in her mind. though she felt it diminished her good looks.

you can't have it all, though. or so she believed.

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Zjarr · 04-29-2022, 08:09 PM

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Zjarr was not one for the illusion of chance, but he felt that perhaps sometime, not so long ago, that he had charmed Lady Luck into sparing his wretched soul, for the odds seemed to be in his favor. For once, he felt healthy, the vigor returning to his sturdy muscles that rippled with life and strength. After years of isolation, he was returning to the clans again, eager for mere moments of interaction, each encounter empowering him further. The demon walked with a sense of optimism, if only until all came crashing down again. Stability was not a particularly common factor in any part of his life, so he treasured the times in which the stars and moons and planets all felt as though they were aligned, bringing him to some kind of peace he could only know in fleeting moments. This was his luck.

And it was luck, he believed, that brought him to the leopard again. The husky, with his signature cap upon him and his satchel slung over his shoulder, had been venturing back to the Ignibus Forge after his visit in Night Spades, grateful that his paws were not weary thanks to the lack of painstaking distance between the clan and his Forge. For a wandering merchant like him, these opportunities were well invited. The leopard wasn't all too difficult to spot laying upon a ledge, her icy blue features distinct as though they were lighthouses illuminating stormy, blackened seas. Admittedly he had wanted to speak to her more amid his visit, but with the arrival of Sneezy, he had to quickly return to the matter at hand and stick to the script.

"Hey," Zjarr said finally. Hey? Don't leave it at that. 'n' take the stupid fuckin' hat off. Nerve-filled paws reached for the cap upon his skull before tucking it into his satchel among the leftover wares that resided within it. "Ah, you're from Night Spades, right? I was visitin' earlier today, recognized ya." Great, now he didn't seem like a creep. Hopefully. "Could I get your name, ma'am?" You suck dick at this. For once he found himself wishing that Flamey had never abandoned him. Maybe he would know what to do.

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Cobra · 05-03-2022, 03:33 PM

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CARNYX RIDEL — LEOPARD — FEMALE — 26 MONTHS — SINGLE — NIGHT SPADES

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #b0472f;"]a voice called out to her and she opened her eyes to see who called her. it was a bit of a surprise to see the male there. that wandering trader fellow. she felt her ears perk up at the way he spoke and a small smile toyed with her lips. she wondered what made him say that and she slowly nodded her head as a greeting.

ah, yes i believe we never got the chance to chat then. her voice was a softer tone with a hint of amusement laced in. after all, he seemed to be busy then and now he was talking to her without work between them. ah, right. my name is carnyx ridel. it is a pleasure to meet you again.

the woman would rise to her paws and spread her larger wings. a slow stretch before curling them in and sitting. her body fully facing him now. the woman would offer a soft laugh as she tilted her head to the left slightly. i had no idea you came out this way to go home.

she mused before looking at the sky above them. seeming lost in thought a moment before looking back to see if the other would reply. her lovely eyes scanning his face and she realized she wouldn't be bored today.

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Zjarr · 05-15-2022, 08:28 PM

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]"Carnyx Ridel." A peculiar name, one whose origin he could not pinpoint immediately. Not that it was necessarily an easy task for him to do so anyway — the meaning of names that weren't Latin, German, or English-sounding often eluded him, but he did enjoy discovering such information. It added layers to each person he met, for better or worse. Maybe it was ironic like his own name. Zjarr Ignibus. Fire Flame. Fire fuckin' Flame. In truth he hated the name for this reason alone, but it had been ages since he had stolen Flamey's identity and surname. With the name being passed onto the next generation already, he was far too late. Still, he found the name to be a curious one, pleasant on the tongue. A pretty one indeed. Maybe it is fitting, after all, he said mentally, forcing himself to ignore the oafish smile tugging at his lips at the thought.

Her next statement returned Zjarr to the land of the living, twitching an ear and stammering his response. "Oh, y-yeah! Ai-ain't too far from where I work, y'know. I was jus' gonna, ah, stash what's left, pro'lly, unless sum' catches your eye still." Something sure caught his eye, and quietly he hoped that his presence didn't burden her. She seemed amused for now, but would the camaraderie last? How long 'til you fuck it all up? With the way you're runnin' your mouth, it'll be quick. If Flamey was with him still, perhaps he would have a bit of the levelheadedness and confidence to speak to Carnyx normally, but without him, Zjarr felt as though he were deserted on another planet, especially in situations like these.

Control. He was in control still, hopefully. He could take it slow, let things unfold naturally. That was his best bet for now. "Y'mind if I join ya here, ma'am?" the husky asked, his voice as soft as it had ever been. A small thing to ask of her, sure, but his curiosity made him wonder just how far this mere inquiry would go.

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Cobra · 05-26-2022, 04:34 PM

the way the male spoke her name caused a slight pause. was her name that odd? she never thought about it, but carnyx was a scottish name. not many would know her name or where it came from. it's scottish. she spoke before thinking about it and a single winged paw lifted to her muzzle. letting the feathers fluff up as she suppressed a gasp.

had she come off rude in assuming zjarr didn't know? she silently wished her siblings were there to help her, but decided she was better off without that. it's an old war horn like instrument. it was used to incite battles or strike fear. she snorted a moment and shook her head. paw falling to the earth beside her.

it was nothing like her at all. she was not intimidating nor did she incite battles. it was just not in her nature to be either thing. she was a coward that avoided conflict. maybe it was fitting in some ways, but she doubted it. then again, she had no idea why she was telling him any of this.

sorry. didn't mean to rattle on about it. it's just a name. she adds with a soft laugh. she let her eyes sweep over him as he spoke in turn about his home. her ears perked at this information and she tilted her head. they were not far from his place? How interesting. the mention of his wares made her lips tug into a dainty smile.

your wares are lovely. i'm just not much on the fighting side of things. i prefer dressing in jewels and having a night out to battling. a slight pause before she spoke again. i don't want to end up scarred and mar what is left of my good looks.

her words were laced with sadness and doubt. she really felt ugly with her sabers. they marred her face and, thought they were smaller than her brothers, they still extended up and down from her maw. she wouldn't admit it openly, though as she already felt she spoke to much.

his request to join her made he look a bit startled. oh, ah.. no i don't mind at all. she admits sheepishly as she shifted to make space for him up on the ledge.

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Zjarr · 06-26-2022, 03:05 PM

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]A war horn? That was certainly an interesting name, then. He never quite understood the notion of naming one's spawn a noun. It was as if he were to call his child Halbard or Biodag or Sghian, if they were all keeping to the Scottish theme; he wondered, however, if anyone would name themselves or their children after a weapon in the first place. Perhaps that was simply the first place his mind went to, considering it was his craft, and it was one that consumed the vast majority of his life here on the Island. Well, now that I think 'bout it, those names ain't too ugly either. Maybe that's all that mattered — a pretty name. "Y'don't seem to strike much fear in me," Zjarr mused at her explanation. "Only interest." The husky's eyes sparkled a little at that, a little mischievous flair within his chocolate gaze. What sort of interest did he mean? That, of course, would be up to the audience.

He frowned slightly at her apologies. "Sorry for what? I'm enjoyin' myself listenin' to ya. That ain't, warrantin' no apology." Truthfully, he didn't despise this conversation at all, and not just because he was mesmerized by her voice, each syllable spoken as if in song. Pretty lady in front of him aside, he did like learning new things, storing new facts in his mind that he could only pray would not be lost to the sands of time down the line (or the dizziness of a drunken night in the not-so-far future). There was much he didn't know about the world, and he could spare some time filling in the gaps, regardless of how "redundant" some thought it would be.

He nodded at her compliment for his wares, though it wasn't an uncommon thing to hear at this point. He spent grueling hours in the Forge designing and hand-crafting every weapon he produced, ensuring maximum quality and durability for each blade. It was a signature Ignibus quality that a smith from any other bloodline would have great difficulty in matching (at least, it was what he inferred), and it was rare that people were left dissatisfied. Remarkably, he said nothing more of it, instead taking a moment to step forward and rest by her upon the ledge, lightly brushing against her light-colored pelt for a brief second as he did so.

Some people had their reasons for not wanting to protect themselves with a blade, although most of the time he would disagree with them. Zjarr felt that his wares had greater use than being tools of battle alone, which Carnyx had voiced her distinct disinterest in. I don't want to end up scarred and mar what is left of my good looks. He took this opportunity to better gaze upon her now. She spoke truthfully about her looks, finding little imperfection in what he saw. He knew that it was his turn to speak and couldn't waste it staring lest he be labeled a gawking pest, but he wouldn't have minded just sitting there for a while, taking it in. "Well, we certainly can't have none of that."

He sighed softly, forcing himself to break from his trance. "Truth be told, I ain't a fighter, either. I'll take up arms if I gotta, but I prefer helpin' in my own ways." His own ways were, of course, his smithing, which was not a difficult thing to draw from his words. What he meant, however, was something a little different. He didn't care what side he was on. He was on the side of good deals and even greater fortune.

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Cobra · 07-07-2022, 01:05 AM

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her name was truly odd, but she was glad he did not see it as such. in fact, he did not seem to mind her name at all, and this pleased her. she rather liked not feeling tied to her family tradtions. weapon names and such were over rated in her mind. not that she would say that to her siblings. they were all bigger and stronger by a long shot.

the words he spoke on it would have made her blush if she could. though she felt a little warm at the comment. "i sure hope i do not. i would be rather sad if you feared me." she replied with a rather blunt choice of words. she meant it, in some odd way. the husky was good company and she would not pass that up.

the comment about his interest made her look away. ears folding back a split second before they returned to normal. "in truth, i have never been told such a thing. it is nice to hear and i find myself interested in getting to know you as well, zjarr." she replied as she turned her head to look back at him.

when his pelt brushed hers while he settled, she did not pull away. no, she rather liked the closeness. she had not been close to anyone like this sense she was a cub. it was comforting. the comment on his fighting and his honesty made her tilt her head slightly to the right.

"not a fighter? you look so strong though. ah, well, i guess that is part of smithing, right? i wouldn't know much on it." she replied with a soft rumble of a purr.

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