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Jun. 30th, 2012 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breezeshadowThe vampires keep giving me images of them being grinning and mischevious-looking in my head -- and yet I cannot draw well enough to get them out and share them with the world.
Curses.
I would say more, but I'm kind of in a distracted mood tonight, and trying desperately to write and failing, so I may just load a video game for a bit to try and get my brain to settle down from its "O_O LOOK THE INTERNET" mood.
Here have random prose.
The world beyond the swamps of his childhood would never stop being so overwhelming, so excessive -- the blood thieves lived in great sprawling complexes they made of the earth, devoid of windows, keeping the outside light from reaching them. They dotted the plains, some drawn on with strange shapes and stories, others boasting odd structures. And many of them had little fences keeping animals penned, grazing seemingly content in their fields. Yet he had heard that the naked thieves had even more impressive homes, considering of multiple buildings kept within one fence, stretching out for ages, slowly taking over the world.
They were not trustworthy, though, and they did not like swamp walkers, and thus Calixte had never seen those cities, and never would, lest he wanted to die. Instead, grunting as he pushed through the grasses, bags hanging from straps around his body, moving toward the nearest sprawling blood thief home. He could see a few of them on the room, wings spread out for balance, no doubt having already discovered him. They felt like a small itch in his brain, though he did not yet return the link. Let them pry him for motives; thieves were known for their paranoia. They would soon find out they worried for nothing.
He was close to the edge of the animal pens when a blood thief materialized in front of them, though at a respectable distance. It did not have nearly as much fur as its mountain relatives, though it was impressively styled and knotted into itself. It wore leather gloves on its hands, with the fingers exposed at the tips, and similar garments on its large back feet. Then it bowed, clearly careful to avoid eye contact, long furry tail furling out behind it.
Greetings, Fisher Carlixte. I hope your travel was uneventful? It sounded honestly interested, its thought-voice full of honesty and business. With the thoughts came its name, and Carlixte looked forward with all eyes, meeting the blood thief's gaze, and nodded in unison. He hated to not look to the sky for predators, but told himself that the blood thieves would not let anything harm him.
Slow and steady, Jabr. As I prefer it. He noticed two beings moving forward behind Jabr, but the blood thief did not introduce them. I hope the naked thieves have not bothered your coven.
We are too far to be their enemy. Relief flowed with the words. I imagine they are still trying to harrass you?
Carlixte shook his head. They are too foolish to give up. Sometimes the naked thieves got into their territory -- but never into the heart of it, and they never lost more family than the invaders did. He heard that one rival group actually had to move the nestlings out, the naked thieves had gotten so far -- but by then they were close enough to the river that drowning them was barely a thought.
Their family's guards were better, though; his nestlings were always able to rest protected under him, while his mate and brethern drove the invaders far from their territory. The stragglers were disposed of by their neighbors. They had yet to lose even a foot's length of land, and the rivaling territories had yet to challenge them about sending the remains to them. They knew better than to; why fight a family that could turn naked thieves into garbage?
The blood thieves, he could read, were similarly lucky -- while their neighbors farther away were having trouble with humans, they had not yet reached so far. But there the scenarios stopped being similar; while his family sent leftover thives to their neighbors, the vampires sent assistance, in the form of manpower, animals, and medicine.
And with that, the bags that he had been requested to bring suddenly made sense.
You are still helping, though?
Of course. Jadr's head tilted at Carlixte, wings rustling back as he shifted on his feet. They need our help.
Carlixte decided it was best to pretend to understand, and got the exact same feeling from the blood thief. Meetings usually went that way; pleasantries, catching up, and then utter confusion over why the blood thieves did not take over new territory when they had the chance, or why the swamp gods were content to let others of their kind die. It took a certain kind of individual to not turn to insults and arguments over the drastic difference.
Well, his mate always told him he was too mild-mannered.
Curses.
I would say more, but I'm kind of in a distracted mood tonight, and trying desperately to write and failing, so I may just load a video game for a bit to try and get my brain to settle down from its "O_O LOOK THE INTERNET" mood.
Here have random prose.
The world beyond the swamps of his childhood would never stop being so overwhelming, so excessive -- the blood thieves lived in great sprawling complexes they made of the earth, devoid of windows, keeping the outside light from reaching them. They dotted the plains, some drawn on with strange shapes and stories, others boasting odd structures. And many of them had little fences keeping animals penned, grazing seemingly content in their fields. Yet he had heard that the naked thieves had even more impressive homes, considering of multiple buildings kept within one fence, stretching out for ages, slowly taking over the world.
They were not trustworthy, though, and they did not like swamp walkers, and thus Calixte had never seen those cities, and never would, lest he wanted to die. Instead, grunting as he pushed through the grasses, bags hanging from straps around his body, moving toward the nearest sprawling blood thief home. He could see a few of them on the room, wings spread out for balance, no doubt having already discovered him. They felt like a small itch in his brain, though he did not yet return the link. Let them pry him for motives; thieves were known for their paranoia. They would soon find out they worried for nothing.
He was close to the edge of the animal pens when a blood thief materialized in front of them, though at a respectable distance. It did not have nearly as much fur as its mountain relatives, though it was impressively styled and knotted into itself. It wore leather gloves on its hands, with the fingers exposed at the tips, and similar garments on its large back feet. Then it bowed, clearly careful to avoid eye contact, long furry tail furling out behind it.
Greetings, Fisher Carlixte. I hope your travel was uneventful? It sounded honestly interested, its thought-voice full of honesty and business. With the thoughts came its name, and Carlixte looked forward with all eyes, meeting the blood thief's gaze, and nodded in unison. He hated to not look to the sky for predators, but told himself that the blood thieves would not let anything harm him.
Slow and steady, Jabr. As I prefer it. He noticed two beings moving forward behind Jabr, but the blood thief did not introduce them. I hope the naked thieves have not bothered your coven.
We are too far to be their enemy. Relief flowed with the words. I imagine they are still trying to harrass you?
Carlixte shook his head. They are too foolish to give up. Sometimes the naked thieves got into their territory -- but never into the heart of it, and they never lost more family than the invaders did. He heard that one rival group actually had to move the nestlings out, the naked thieves had gotten so far -- but by then they were close enough to the river that drowning them was barely a thought.
Their family's guards were better, though; his nestlings were always able to rest protected under him, while his mate and brethern drove the invaders far from their territory. The stragglers were disposed of by their neighbors. They had yet to lose even a foot's length of land, and the rivaling territories had yet to challenge them about sending the remains to them. They knew better than to; why fight a family that could turn naked thieves into garbage?
The blood thieves, he could read, were similarly lucky -- while their neighbors farther away were having trouble with humans, they had not yet reached so far. But there the scenarios stopped being similar; while his family sent leftover thives to their neighbors, the vampires sent assistance, in the form of manpower, animals, and medicine.
And with that, the bags that he had been requested to bring suddenly made sense.
You are still helping, though?
Of course. Jadr's head tilted at Carlixte, wings rustling back as he shifted on his feet. They need our help.
Carlixte decided it was best to pretend to understand, and got the exact same feeling from the blood thief. Meetings usually went that way; pleasantries, catching up, and then utter confusion over why the blood thieves did not take over new territory when they had the chance, or why the swamp gods were content to let others of their kind die. It took a certain kind of individual to not turn to insults and arguments over the drastic difference.
Well, his mate always told him he was too mild-mannered.
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Date: 2012-07-01 03:27 pm (UTC)Question for you: what preys on oerdum?
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Date: 2012-07-01 05:02 pm (UTC)Out in the plains, the Oerdum may be a bit more vulnerable to canines and larger cats (whatever types exist out in Garanee, need to figure that out) since there's less water for them to draw from for defenses, and they're kind of flimsy physically. But those aren't natural predators, so Carlixte isn't going to be incredibly antsy about not being able to look for them, simply because it's not in his instincts.
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Date: 2012-07-02 12:50 am (UTC)I really should doodle your oerdum and the vampires, but at the mo' I am feeling so terribly embarrassed by my art attempts that I'm afraid they won't get to you.
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Date: 2012-07-01 09:53 pm (UTC)