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 Cleaning Duty, ft. Rao/Kas
Zipporah Nubia serva
 Posted: Oct 18 2015, 01:44 AM


Zipporah Nubia Serva
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Zipporah Nubia Serva
Human
Female
Level 1
Played By
Kya


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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 3 +3
Intelligence: 6 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 4 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:2 +3
Defense: 3 +2
Speed: 6 +0
Stamina: 4 +3
Focus 5 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 0
C/F'S Won : 0
C/F's Lost: 0


She would never stray too far away from civilization. Zipporah had always heeded the warnings. To never run off where an animal might find her, or where an enemy might snare her up in a trap of sorts. Oh no, she had learned that lesson long before. She would never make the same mistake again. The stakes were higher this time. She'd risk death if they believed she tried to run off on purpose.

Being a slave of Rome was already deadly enough.

Still, she did know that her first task of the day was going to be laundry, and she always preferred to do it in the lakes of the forest, instead. Working outside cleared her head. The air was far more fresher than it was back at the settlement, and the forest sounds even soothed her far better than the sounds of sloppy sex and faked orgasms from the women and their rather raucous clientele.

She got to work almost immediately once she spotted a lake and plopped the heavy sack of clothes to her side. Water and suds splashed as she scrubbed the grime and food stains from the fabrics. She almost seemed to swell in pride at how good she was at this. Almost. She knew more than just doing laundry. She could sense from how the fish and the animals were acting that fall would make way for winter very soon. She could tell from the chill of the air that seemed to tickle her skin even underneath the shawl she wore over her arms, that this year's winter would be just as less forgiving than the last.

Zipporah knew the right parts of a lamb or a rabbit to sale to merchant. Zipporah knew many things. But they weren't needed.What was needed, was her knowledge of cleaning clothes and to never venture too far. By the time she had hung the last piece of clothing unto a tree's branches for drying, she could feel herself grow weary. She knew it was still at least mid-morning, having rising right at sunrise. She also knew that she hadn't slept well, and since she felt she wasn't too far from civilization or from the noisy sounds of beds creaking and courtesans shouting expletives in fake enjoyment, she had decided to take a nap.

She curled herself into a ball and began to dream. She would never deprive herself of such a pleasure, ever again.

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Per'kasin Idsvet
 Posted: Oct 18 2015, 12:55 PM


Per'kasin Idsvet
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Per'kasin Idsvet
Native
Male
Level 1
Played By
Raowolf


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Aspect of Mastery:
4Aspect of the Lion

Namaclease, Aspect of the Lion



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 8 +0
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +0
Leadership: 0 +10
Immunity: 2 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 3 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 0 +0
Stamina: 6 +1
Focus 6 +2



Balance

Corruption at N/A%

Influence at N/A%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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Things were...
Things were difficult.

Kas wasn't exactly ignoring the difficulties. Psychologically, he preferred to think he was merely... Dealing with his anxiety about them. Rather than actually dealing with them. Because there wasn't anything to actually do about the difficulties themselves, at this moment in time at least - he wasn't ignoring the issues, or procrastinating them, or repressing them or living in denial. It was just that there were the difficulties, and there they would still be in three hours.
So, there was not Kas.
Kas was here.
And key - for now, at least, the difficulties were not.

Ironically, he was running. This was ironic because the whole point of this self-justification about his... Whatever he was doing that was not ignoring or procrastinating or repressing or denying was that he most certainly was not running away from his problems, he was merely taking a break from thinking about them. So it was ironic that he was, in fact, running at that moment in time. By Namaclease's teeth, though... It felt good.
Per'kasin let himself fade away into the... Everything. He faded into the yellow smell of the air, hot and damp and close in his lungs and yet filled with so much potential. He faded into the sounds of chattering woodpeckers and rustling leaves and howling gibbons and hooting songbirds. He faded into the slow feeling as every step placed into the soft earth - the way his feet found the places where his steps would not rustle fallen leaves or place onto sharp spines of bamboo; the shifting of the earth as his whole weight pushed down so that the soft ground rose up between his toes and up the slanted ball of his feet; the rolling balance from the outside toe down to the point of balance right on the inside edge of his foot, where he would kick off in the next step - second by second. He faded into the beating of his hair against his shoulders and neck when he slowed or banked, and the way the air rushed suddenly behind his ears when it rose with the next step. He faded into the pulsing of Raekahn beneath the earth.
Kas had not met Raekahn, not yet, at least in the mortal, physical, face-to-face way. He felt he probably should, although that was all tied up with the difficulties and the way that they had no place in these moments of freedom and running and warm air and shifting earth - that would come, perhaps soon. But even if he had never looked into the tiger's eyes, Per'kasin knew Raekahn, knew him like the yellow air and the laughing monkeys and the fire-hardened spear. In some ways, he thought he knew him in his Aspect Place, too; that was reserved for Namaclease, that pulsing rhythmic beating in his chest that told him the Lion was there, always, but Raekahn had his place as well. All of the Aspects did - in fact, perhaps Raekahn's place was stronger, like Ejayah's. Kas did not know. He was not, it had been pointed out many times (most of them by himself), wise. He did not know the exact dynamics of the feeling of Raekahn beneath his feet and in the air, or the manner in which he might communicate to not just Namaclease but all of the Aspects. He only knew that there was a Place in him that was the Aspects', and that was good. And now... Now it... It thrummed. It reverberated on the steady pulsing line of the leaves and the gibbons and the trees and the earth and the humid atmosphere. His running had started ironically, but now it just seemed... Right.

In one sudden, impulsive moment, Kas was suddenly leaping. This was not in attempt to avoid the hypocrisy of the not-running-away-just-running - it simply felt... Right. It had felt right to be on the earth, and now it felt right to take his feet onto the tilting tree which rose up into the lower canopy, and then contort his body in a bound that took him metres through the air. The slim, fluid body twisted, flashing through the forest; the spear was manipulated quickly in the same liquid way, and suddenly Kas was swinging with his other hand gripping a strong branch, momentum launching him forward as his body sang again, flowing with the pulsing deep in his chest and in the outside.
This was slower, but it took even more both concentration and instinct. In a way it was thoughtless; there was no time to consider This branch looks strong and I won't be able to make that leap - Kas just let it all slide through. Maybe it was the Aspects who guided him; maybe it was the pulse of the universe; maybe it was just a clever well-learned impulse. Who was to decide whether all the times falling from trees as a child were because he hadn't listened to instinct, or because he simply hadn't developed it yet? Whether age had given him the ability to listen to the path in the air, or experience had given him the skill to know automatically where was a strong route and where was a bad one? Kas didn't even try to work out the answers to those questions - he just let the strength and the confidence in his ability and the forest's existence carry him through.
Along with the sounds of the gibbons and the woodpeckers and the leaves - a different timbre from up here, amongst them rather than below them - soon approached the susurrus of water. Something that was a little more human and conscious than the placement of his hands and feet and the manipulation of his spear tracked his progress, working back and placing the movements in his head. He had come further than he had thought; he had meant to leave Leviathen's homeland, his people's native place, and travel towards the sacred Catol' - but... How long had he been lost in the movement of limb and tree and song? Unless he was grievously lost, he was in the depths now of the Vinakie; his mental tracking had placed him in the only place he could think of with water: the lake. Slowing, moving now more with strong sudden surges and careful balances across narrow branches, Kas proceeded until the trees thinned; a little shifting of leaves and whispered apologies to disturbed birds, who leapt screaming from the canopy, revealed the lake's placid dark surface glittering in an unshielded sun outside the trees. This wasn't the swamp - he hadn't come that much farther than he had thought. He still had to go back, after all, and hopefully there would be some fashion of animal tied to his belt or across his back when he did. The morning had been young; now, the sun was rising, dawn gone but noon not quite present. With just his face in the sun that glimmered through the parted leaves, Kas let himself slip down to his haunches, shifting his balance and then finding a solid place to lean after a few seconds. His legs shook until he adjusted his weight off them. His throat burned for water, and his skin was damp and hot. His muscles had gone further than this and would be able to, but a rest would be... Not unappreciated.
Now that he wasn't moving, it was a little harder to continue to forget the things he had chosen not to think about for the time being. But Kas was quite well-experienced, and he managed well enough sat back against the tree, chest rising and falling with deep slow breaths, eyelids flickering in the yellow air.
The glorious thing about all of that instinct and rhythm and hand-grabbing was how it just... Worked.
All parts of him. Constantly.
Who knew? Maybe both sides of his body listened to the same Aspect Place, even if they couldn't agree on much else.
Kas had known that this was coming, which was why his mind had immediately taken on the appreciation of the peace of the moment as soon as he sat down: he hadn't been consciously aware that any boredom was preparing to take root, but... Whoops. There it was.

Unfortunately, there it was turned out to be the sudden sound of rustling and cracking.
Kas' eyes snapped open as he felt his weight shift - usually it would have started with some minor indications, maybe some tapping or rubbing or grasping that would have given indication, but... Nope.
Throwing. It had gone straight to throwing.
The spear wouldn't do it; if his hand was already in a throwy mood, putting a throwy object with a fire-hardened tip in it was not so likely to end well. He hadn't brought padding - of course he hadn't. He needed his hand to run and climb and hunt.
So without much ado at all, with a vaguely unimpressed expression on his face, Per'kasin took a deep breath, let it out sharply, and then slipped sideways off his perch.
Branches snapped underneath him before, the right still gripping the spear tight, his left hand snapped up and closed around something solid. His shoulder flexed to absorb the impact, and with a small sound in his throat, Kas swung. This was slower and had more purpose, but the instinct's place in the movement was still the same, so it was without much difficulty that both halves of his body worked in happy harmony until he hit the ground. Somewhat warily, Per'kasin looked down; his left hand was pointing.
"Well done," he murmured, something which was partially sarcastic (but reasonably enough, only partially); "you have successfully located the massive lake we are walking towards."
The hand kept pointing as Kas stepped with long, confident strides down the solid-earthed shore. Beneath the trees and above the water there was no leaf mulch to soften the ground; it was firm, and reassuring in a different way to the absorbing earth he had sprinted from. The hand even kept pointing once Kas had knelt by the water's edge; it didn't seem keen to pick up the water it (and his throat) had been so desperate for, so he put down his spear and used his right hand instead. Playfully, he splashed water over his left arm, smiling slightly.
It did not respond. It kept pointing.
In fact, his hand was not pointing at the water at all. He only noticed that now.

Every hair started and rose erect along his spine. Kas' body shifted against the earth, dark eyes looking suddenly out toward the direction of his left hand - until his brain perceived what he had been looking at. When his conscious mind registered its concern, the hand dropped back down to his side and curled warily in the damp mud.
The thing on the ground was a person. Kas' judgement came quickly and without detail: her skin was native - of course it is, this is sacred ground, only those born here may step--
But her clothes were not.


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[Lyrics from 'Dirty Paws',
by Of Monsters and Men.
"Per'kasin";
"Zipporah".
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Zipporah Nubia serva
 Posted: Oct 18 2015, 11:36 PM


Zipporah Nubia Serva
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Zipporah Nubia Serva
Human
Female
Level 1
Played By
Kya


N/A


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Member Status: 1Active


Awards

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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 3 +3
Intelligence: 6 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 4 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:2 +3
Defense: 3 +2
Speed: 6 +0
Stamina: 4 +3
Focus 5 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 0
C/F'S Won : 0
C/F's Lost: 0


Against the tree's bark, she slept, peacefully. The forest sounds became her lullaby and eased her into her dreams. Zipporah dreamed of colors first. Bright, iridescent shades of indigo and red and yellow. The patterns in her mother's cloth weaving, as bright as any bird's. The brown of her elder sister's skin on her wedding day. Red, like the fires they cooked and baked in. Blue, like the waters she swam in as a girl. As blue as the sky overhead. And then, black, mysterious; dotted with white stars. Nubia had always had such a beautiful night sky.

She dreamed of dancing. Drum music and lutes, women (including herself), leaping and chanting in old, sacred tongues. The love in her sister's eyes. The white of her dress and the patterns drawn on her face; symbols of love, wealth, and birth. Her brother-in-law's smile as he spun with his new bride. And the hope all turned back to her. She was fifteen when her sister married, but her tattoos weren't ready for the ceremony. She had remembered being so frustrated about it.

She was a silly girl wasn't she? Pouting in the corner during one of the happiest moments of her big sister's life. Her only dance partner was her littlest nephew of only 4. He seemed to be the main highlight of that night for her.

But as she dreamed of the event in the present, all she could feel was a sense of old, hurting nostalgia. If she could cry in her dreams, she would've. And if she could lived in her dreams, she would have never woken up. But since she lived in the real world, and not as the pouting teenager that she once was, she knew that she would eventually need to wake up.

Zipporah felt her dream fade back into reality. The drums and dancing replaced with the sound of birds chirping and water flowing and moving. Sunlight warmed her face and arms as she finally came to. She stirred with blurry vision and tousled hair and wet her lips. Her throat felt dry and as she stretched and yawned, her mind tried to piece together how long she had been sleeping.

This was the exact moment where she spotted him. Her heart had nearly jumped into her throat. The only time she had ever seen a Native was when a new slave or worker was introduced or a trader came with a Native guide to sell some wares at the market. These moments were never as close as this one. Her eyes met his. Just as untrusting as she was on the first day of her initial capture. She had wanted to give him an impression of intimidation. Friend or foe, Zipporah would still see through him. With her eyes still unwavering, she stood to her full height, her hair flew about as a small breeze swept around them.

A million thoughts ran through her head. Is he going to kill me? Will I be strong enough to fight back? Will my death be dignified? Will he die with me?

Deep, morose thoughts that only Zipporah the slave girl of Rome and not Zipporah the hunter's daughter could only think up.

But most of all, who is he?

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Per'kasin Idsvet
 Posted: Oct 19 2015, 01:36 PM


Per'kasin Idsvet
22 POSTS
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Per'kasin Idsvet
Native
Male
Level 1
Played By
Raowolf


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Member Status: 1Active


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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
4Aspect of the Lion

Namaclease, Aspect of the Lion



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 8 +0
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +0
Leadership: 0 +10
Immunity: 2 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 3 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 0 +0
Stamina: 6 +1
Focus 6 +2



Balance

Corruption at N/A%

Influence at N/A%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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Raekahn walked these trees and, while he had few followers of his own, he was doubtless the strongest of the Aspects. An Aspect could not harm their own; very few had been proven worthy of the great Tiger's devotion, so very few were beyond the scope of his capacities. His individuality made him strong; where the other Aspects challenged their followers to progress and serve them, gathering protection even as they risked their own immortality, Raekahn stood almost alone. And his forest was sacred. The Nei'kenya scarcely came here, the Jou'que almost as infrequently. This was Raekahn's holy land and even a devoted follower of Namaclease or Leviathen or Thorsoc or any other risked themselves by intruding, unless they sought the Tiger himself and his council. And as the Romans encroached, the Jou'que retreated closer and closer to his domain. The Totems of all the Aspects were sacred, but the link to Ejayah...
This was exactly one of the problems Kas had been putting... On hold. And here the bloody thing was asleep in front of him on the ground.

His mind raced as the seconds passed in the tense air. His steps had carried him a few quick strides closer, and his spear had shifted so that the tip pointed toward her throat as he moved - but now he was frozen, his mind frantically attempting to take in the tangled schema before him.
Her clothes were Roman, no doubt - their style, the way they covered her body - but they were not like the clothes he had seen before. Most of what Kas knew was detailed from others, the little girls who stood in the narrow branches of the tallest trees to watch the outskirts of the cities and the fast-footed hunters who watched from the shadows - but he had gathered some knowledge himself. Blindness, no matter how well-detailed the description was, was a disadvantage for someone expected to make judgements on what he 'saw'. So Per'kasin had stood on the lower branches of the trees the girls scouted from, had pressed himself to the ground and watched with his own eyes as parties stomping in rhythmic time had passed. He had learned that the Romans did not paint themselves before battle - they dressed differently, instead. The impenetrable armours which advantaged them on the battlefield were discarded when they walked markets and riverside dockings. And these were those clothes, those peaceful ones - but not quite... Right.
The Nei'kenya sometimes wore the glistening armour or the hot stuffy clothes of the Romans, and not all of them were pale-skinned as the majority. Some - warriors and merchants and farmers alike - were dark as night or slanted of face, and yet they seemed Roman in mannerism and action. Was this woman one of they? Earning of a place in their society? Her tattoos - intricate patterns of dots up her arms, vanishing into her slightly-off-Roman clothes - were not Nei'kenya or Jou'que.
She was Roman.
And if the Romans had penetrated the Leralin, if they were so close to Raekahn and the Eye of Ejayah Herself...
Would killing her send enough of a warning? They had killed individuals before, often at the start. Whole camps had been slaughtered as they foolishly rested in the night around tiny fires and in little tents.
And more had replaced them. More death had come from them than had been dealt.
But she would know where she had come from. She might know more - how many there were of her, how rapidly they planned to move, what they already knew.

All of this occurred to Kas before the woman opened her eyes.
Then she opened her eyes.
In a second he was low on his haunches. His eyes flashed and the spear shifted, singing through the air and facing again. His eyes flicked down to his left hand - it was not holding its knife.
Why wasn't it holding its knife!?
But then she was on her feet before his eyes could move back to her and her chin was high and her chest was heaving in an attempt to remain still. Perhaps there was a flicker of fear. Perhaps there was merely hostility.
Kas couldn't tell. The spear was shifted in the silence; he remained moving, ever so slightly, the intensity of his gaze on par with the fluid motion of his body. Somewhat distantly, a monkey hooted into the warm air.
The lake made lake sounds. Insects vibrated just above the mud. She was as tall as him, maybe a little more - hard to tell from his half-crouch - and her skin was worn and tough with work or hunting. Her eyes blazed defiance and danger. Was she armed? His eyes didn't dare leave hers to complete the analysis. In the second it took to realise he himself was only half-armed, she had managed to stand up.
Latin. Crap. She wasn't Jou'que or Nei'kenya - all he knew was that she most probably spoke Latin. A myriad of languages passed through the legions that he had heard and seen but that was the strongest, the most universal.
Even their slaves were expected to speak it.
Okay, so, he had to speak in Latin. Now what? "What are you doing in Raekahn's sacred forest?" But if they didn't know it was Raekahn's sacred forest and then he said it and she survived and went back to her people...
A small part of Per'kasin commented mildly how it had always seemed very unlikely that his tongue could be the one to condemn or save an entire people.
Then he realised that another part was talking. He didn't remember giving this part permission, but it did seem to want to know how to translate the words it was starting to put across, so he ran with it and provided the necessary accoutrements. "Civicus?" it asked. Roman? Now, his gaze did flicker up and down her, hovering for a second on the tattoos where they started around her wrists - more to aid understanding than to check they were still there. "Und... Tibi ex?" From where... You come from? He hated the sound of the words.
He tried to think of more to add. It wouldn't come. So he just waited instead, letting his eyes hold hers, letting his spear point at her belly, letting his left hand... Just kind of hang there like it was trying to balance him, really. He did have its knife, right? Yes - he could feel the weight against his leg.
It had apparently just decided that she wasn't a threat enough to pick it up.
Namaclease' teeth, let it be right if it's so certain...


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[Lyrics from 'Dirty Paws',
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"Per'kasin";
"Zipporah".
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Zipporah Nubia serva
 Posted: Oct 20 2015, 10:24 PM


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Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 3 +3
Intelligence: 6 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 4 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:2 +3
Defense: 3 +2
Speed: 6 +0
Stamina: 4 +3
Focus 5 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 0
C/F'S Won : 0
C/F's Lost: 0


But of course. Of course he'd be wary. Of course he'd point that spear right at her throat (her heart?. Of course. Zipporah's luck had the habit changing for the worst. She was surprised she even survived this long. Was she afraid? Maybe. But she was she angry? Annoyed, even? Absolutely.

She wanted to scream. To start up a ruckus and run into the woods like any girl would. She wanted to kick and bite and scratch and run into the arms of someone who was willing to carry off like the damsel in distress she was meant to be. But Zipporah, while in distress, was no damsel. If she were to die, right here, with a spear in her shoulder, there would be no proper funerary rights. No weeping women cutting their hair for their fallen sister. Her body, if found, would be thrown in a hollow grave. A similar fate for any used up slave. She had seen many friends die like this, she would be no different.

If she were a different woman living a different life, she would fight. But experience had made her weary. So, instead, she only stood and glared. Her ears pricked up on his Latin. Her brows furrowed, but soon softened as if to keep her head face from locking. Her expression turned into a serene apathy as she searched for something to say.

She could claim to be a Roman. It wasn't a lie. She wore Roman clothes, spoke the language, and even ate their food. But at the same time, she felt as foreign and alien to the Romans as he did to her. So she told the truth.

"Nubian... slave. Slave of Rome. Daughter of Nubia."

Her back pushed against the tree's bark, digging into her skin and pricking her. Her eyes searched for some form of deceit or trickery behind the crouching man's impenetrable look and she immediately felt some form of envy. He was lucky. He was free. He got to wear his people's dress and even speak his language. Lucky man. Envy became a reoccurring emotion these days. Someone always had a better dress or more pieces of meat on their plates. He was no different to her than the spoiled body slave of some higher ranking lady. He was Lucky. Privileged. Why would even care what she was? He could've killed her. Why didn't he kill her?!

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Per'kasin Idsvet
 Posted: Oct 23 2015, 11:24 AM


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Aspect of Mastery:
4Aspect of the Lion

Namaclease, Aspect of the Lion



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 8 +0
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +0
Leadership: 0 +10
Immunity: 2 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 3 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 0 +0
Stamina: 6 +1
Focus 6 +2



Balance

Corruption at N/A%

Influence at N/A%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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A gentle warm wind gusted between them; it caught strands of the woman's hair and brushed them over her cheeks. In Kas' hair, feathers fluttered. She left it a long time before answering. Distantly, something low bark-bellowed. Kas' weight continued to shift readily, his spear and gaze unwavering.
When she did speak, his mind raced to interpret the words, trying to keep the difficulty from his face lest she take advantage of the delay in his responses - but his mind stuck on words, and only the outline of what she said came back to him. "Nubian... Slave. Daughter of Nubia."
"Nubia?" he queried without thinking. "Nubiahn?"
And then his mind caught up with the other word, and his stomach clenched tight in his gut.

Slave.
Her clothes were dirty and old; her hair was simply pulled-back and unadorned; her face was natural and unpainted. She had not abandoned her people and her culture - she had been stolen from them.
A lot went through Per'kasin's heart and chest and head, as it should be expected to. Grief, doubt, anxiety, wonder. Images he couldn't imagine; feelings he must pray he would never feel; destinies snatched, cultures destroyed, a name butchered and a language forgotten. Her Gods gone. Her name taken. Her throat scarred. Her tattoos rendered meaningless.
They went through Kas and he let them. Then he let the logic work its words, too.
So we take her now. We adopt her into our people, our tribe. We marry her if your heart keeps pounding as hard as it is now and the stories like to come true. And then what? She gives us all the inside information on the Roman legions and wins the war?
All right, logic - she wouldn't know all that much. She was a... Ach! He hated the word! But he forced himself to think it, to form it: she was a slave - unless she happened to be a... Bed-dresser of the Roman Emperor himself, she wouldn't exactly know how to win a war against them. But Gods! Why should his thoughts go that way? Her worth was in life, not in potential to a damned effort! The dull words of the tribes' greatest minds were getting to him; his thoughts were beginning to strand themselves in plain, uncomfortable reason.
But still, what about the other way...?
The way that involved a lie and a twice-traitor. The way he, as such a sensible and responsible counsellor of reason, must consider.

The spear, blind and deaf to the internal explosions of Kas' brain, continued to point at her stomach. He held her gaze, knowing his face had softened.
Then he saw his hand.
He saw his hand because it was reaching in front of him. It was reaching and its palm was turned upwards, the fingers gently cupped.
Your mind thinks in your head but your heart beats in that hand, Per'kasin son of Idsvet.
It listened to the same Aspect Place. He had called it demons when the explosions launched inside his brain and declared it a curse when they slipped into his fingers - but why should demons listen to the Aspects? A smile almost made it onto his face when he thought of the legendary leader of the Jou'que with an Aspect-bless'd hand, legends that would be told hundreds of years from now. They would forget the other things the hand had done, the times it had been called demon. Or perhaps it was. Perhaps it was as the woman: placing its roots in a word and a thought he trusted, claiming to be a part of a greater entity, only to integrate in his faith and then close its fingers about his throat.
Per'kasin realised that while he had been staring at his left hand, palm outstretched toward the woman, his whole body had slackened. He had paused in his constant shifting; the point of his spear had dropped.
The fingers of his right hand clenched around the wood as his eyes flicked back up to the woman - but her knife was not pressed against his throat.
Kas raised his head and straightened. The hand did not drop; it had pointed, it had trusted... And now it invited.
Maybe the message was from Namaclease to him. Maybe it was from a separate entity to the woman herself. Maybe it was from a demon to a host. He couldn't tell. But Kas took a deep breath, blinked once, and then let his body lose the panther-tense readiness that had locked his muscles fluid. "Do you speak the Jou'que?" he asked, almost sighing with how much easier the words flowed when they were familiar and his own. What else should he say? Another small breath. "I am Per'kasin, son of Idsvet. Nomen... Fil ex Nubiah?" Name... Daughter from Nubia? "Autem si pro scire... Filio Jou'que." Only but if it is for the knowing of the... Jou'que son.


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"Per'kasin";
"Zipporah".
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Zipporah Nubia serva
 Posted: Oct 29 2015, 10:09 PM


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Zipporah Nubia Serva
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Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 3 +3
Intelligence: 6 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 4 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:2 +3
Defense: 3 +2
Speed: 6 +0
Stamina: 4 +3
Focus 5 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 0
C/F'S Won : 0
C/F's Lost: 0


"Perkasin... Her mind connected with his words, but it was his name that she noticed first. Zipporah swallowed back her fears. He wasn't going to kill her, after all. He had shared his most personal possession: his name. "The Jou'que?" She quirked a brow, her eyes focused on his lips. She was ignorant of most the people of this land, but she did know of the Jou'que and the Nei'Kenya and how both worlds were torn apart by the Roman's invasion some three hundred years ago. Of what little did she learn of their culture and languages were from the Native slaves and even they grew haughty whenever they regarded her.

All except an older woman, her hair grey and face wrinkled, she would work beside her at times. She'd never catch her name, for they both too busy to really connect, but she'd hear her speak underneath her breath. Were they insults or prayers? She did not know. "I know of you. I do not know your tongue. I am not from here."

She was precise and matter-of-fact. Mincing words with someone who once threatened your life was a no-no. But as her eyes drifted down to his palm, she noticed that it was... greeting her in some way. Was this his way of communicating? Maybe she'd ask that old woman about her old home, after all. If she lived. Ah yes, if she lived.

She reached out and carefully took his hand into hers, grasping it as if to show she meant no harm. "This... means hello?"

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Per'kasin Idsvet
 Posted: Nov 2 2015, 05:07 AM


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Per'kasin Idsvet
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Aspect of Mastery:
4Aspect of the Lion

Namaclease, Aspect of the Lion



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 8 +0
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +0
Leadership: 0 +10
Immunity: 2 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 3 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 0 +0
Stamina: 6 +1
Focus 6 +2



Balance

Corruption at N/A%

Influence at N/A%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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Relaxation filtered through the woman visibly. Okay - relaxation was perhaps the wrong word. It was more of a... Lessening of fear. But, regardless, as he gave his name, her gaze suddenly moved from defiant eye contact to gently flicking across his lips as he spoke.
"Per'kasin..." she repeated gently, and Kas reflected that he had never heard a Roman say his name, but if he did he doubted they would say it like she had. He didn't know Roman accents much, either, but he did recognise hers was slightly different - but not similar to his. Different in a whole other key. If Jou'que were birds, Nei'kenya lizards, and Romans dogs, Zipporah was a cat. No - a leopard, perhaps... "Jou'que?" she asked now, and again her tongue flicked over the syllables in a different yet not displeasing way to what he was used to. Having just done the same thing, Kas merely nodded now.
When he addressed her in his own tongue, her eyes faded to confusion - perhaps sadness, too? Or was it closer to... Shame? A little guilt coiled in his chest as she responded after a few seconds, and he translated as rapidly as he could. "I know of you. I now not your words. From here, not I."
This was the most Latin Kas had ever had to register in one go, and his head was starting to spin from it all - but he took a deep breath, and prepared to start laboriously translating what he needed to say next, as her eyes flicked to his outstretched hand.
Then the woman took his outstretched hand.
Being an excellent people-person (as he had been described) came with a certain set of skills, and one was something he had learned very early and intended to abide by. This was the skill of controlling his expression, in particular in relation to the expressions of other people around him.
In this instance, this required to keep his face perfectly calm as he waited to understand the reason why she had clasped her fingers into his. "This... Means hello?" she queried uncertainly, and Kas fought down a snort of laughter or even a smirk. He had long ago learned the inappropriate moments to laugh, and this was certainly one of them and certainly one in which he had no intention of letting out the cheeky giggle fighting its way up to his nose.
So instead he nodded solemnly, and then for something to do - perhaps to cement this new gesture, which he now had every intention of making a new trend amongst the Jou'que - he swung their hands side to side a little, then nodded again.

Her hands were not soft. They were lined with wear, the palms faded with water and work, and the pads of her fingers were as tough as if she had scarred them on bowstrings. It occurred to Kas after several seconds that he could well carry on holding her hand for as long as he wanted, under the guise of this new greeting - but that would be taking advantage and even she would start to get suspicious quickly and that could turn out to be a very bad thing.
Okay, so he had to let go.
Crap.
Carefully, Per'kasin focused on his hand. It was uncomfortable to stare at it while it was still clinging onto hers, but he had to keep checking. And, of course, after several very long seconds nothing happened. Of course it didn't. The hand kept clinging. Was it gripping too tight? Shit!
The spear was planted hastily upright in the soft ground. Kas secured the fingers of his right hand around his left wrist, and pulled. Then, all attempts at disguising his expression gone, he let his eyes flick back up to those of the woman. Guilt and apology and discomfort filled his expression. Now was probably the time for honesty. It was an excuse, at least. Although honesty was a little difficult in a language he barely knew the outline of...
"Manu mea... Manus plenus... Cum monstris?" My hand... Hand filled... With monsters? "No - ahhh... Plenus cum larvis?" Filled with ghosts?
His eyes moved back down to his hand, imploring it to release the woman. He had long ago become accustomed to its antics and habits - but the fact was, so had the tribes. The elders disapproved but they knew to ignore it. The young grew with the knowledge of their leader's possession, and any who were unaware were quickly warned to ignore the Madhand's... Mad hand - and by the Aspects don't bring it up! People often expected him to be angry if they brought it up. Mostly, it just made him uncomfortable. But this - this was... Okay, not the worst thing it had ever done... But this hurt more than it had in a long time. It hurt his pride and his guilt and he was pretty sure it was starting to hurt the woman. Could she pull away? How did he tell her she had to tug to try and tell it to let go?
Oh!
Kas lowered his head slightly, preparing to address their two hands. Then, before he started, he bit his lip and then translated and said aloud, "Habio dicere larvis... Subsisto." I have to tell the ghosts... Stop.
Then he dropped his lips low, still awkwardly gripping his own wrist as it clung onto the woman's hand, and hissed, "We are holding a woman's hand and we need to let go." Hopefully, if she started to pull away as well, the message might just make it through.


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[Lyrics from 'Dirty Paws',
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"Per'kasin";
"Zipporah".
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Zipporah Nubia serva
 Posted: Nov 7 2015, 02:35 AM


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Zipporah Nubia Serva
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Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 3 +3
Intelligence: 6 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 4 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:2 +3
Defense: 3 +2
Speed: 6 +0
Stamina: 4 +3
Focus 5 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 0
C/F'S Won : 0
C/F's Lost: 0


She quirked an eyebrow after several seconds. Surely this was enough of a greeting for the stranger? They met, held hands, and went their separate ways. There was something wrong about his grip on her hand, though. It never lessened, and it felt as if she were captured. She began to struggle, at first. Her long arm began a game of tug of war with his. Her brows furrowed. Zipporah thought she was safe here.

Was she mistaken?

Her memories came back. Memories of being dragged by her hair and stripped and examined by doctors and potential buyers. Her arms and legs were covered in bruises after her first examination. Her seller would mention her virginity and age. Eighteen and unmarried; the brothels wanted her first, but it was her tattoos that disqualified her.

Roman tastes were fickle - these people hardly shied away from any kind of food, but the thought of a woman with tattoos was somehow 'damaging', always struck her as odd. Didn't they know that these marks meant her future? Her father's family? Of course not. Their hands were rough and grasping, just like Per'kasin's.

He said something about monsters or demons invading his hand and her blood ran cold. There were many things that she did not know of this world. Zipporah tried to pry his hand away from hers, her fingers prodded into his skin, but nothing budged. Her hair tousled and blinded her in the struggle, and she soon grew frantic, pulling herself further and further away. "Let go of me!", she shouted, this time in her own language. Her fear flared up just as she grew comfortable with him. A pity.

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Per'kasin Idsvet
 Posted: Nov 11 2015, 02:01 PM


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Per'kasin Idsvet
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Aspect of Mastery:
4Aspect of the Lion

Namaclease, Aspect of the Lion



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 8 +0
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +0
Leadership: 0 +10
Immunity: 2 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 3 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 0 +0
Stamina: 6 +1
Focus 6 +2



Balance

Corruption at N/A%

Influence at N/A%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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As he pulled and she stared the hand kept gripping, and perhaps it was the mention of ghosts and monsters or perhaps it was simply discomfort at being clung to so oddly, for so long, but very quickly the woman was pulling her hand back too. Her right hand came down, just as his had, and slapped and scraped at the flesh of his clinging fingers; he could only see the nails gouging down his flesh, could feel nothing of it, and shame and something close to anger tore across his mind.
It had been years and he had thought to grow used to the stupid possession this damned thing suffered but when it came to it the fact was no less embarrassing, no more easy or straightforward.
And then the woman screamed something, and maybe it was this and maybe it was the combined efforts of the tugging and maybe it was the sudden realisation as his own words kicked in, but in one sudden shock the hand relinquished its grip.
Kas staggered, balance rocketing backwards as both arms flailed in the air, thrown back by the force of the pull. Instinctual balancing fought with the slick mud that spread beneath his feet; there was a few seconds of skidding and rocking, and then he was upright and stable, breathing heavily, still gripping his left wrist so tight with his right hand that the fingers he could feel ached with the strain. When he could breathe properly again, Per'kasin glanced down and forced himself to release his own hand. Own hand? Maybe he should cut the damn fucking thing off. But would that get rid of the demons? Sometimes his left leg did things as well, bounced no matter how hard he tried to stop it when boredom struck deep in important peace talks, or kicked out at an unseen threat to his left even if it cost him his balance a second later. But for every time his left hand had snaked out to catch something thrown he had not realised he could see, or his body reacted instantly in response to the commands of the Aspect Place, he could count a hundred more when it had lashed out at someone he meant to calm, had intruded on someone he meant to love, had hurt him or someone else like a confused child lashing out and blindly screaming.
The hand lay limp at his side as soon as it was relinquished. He could not be sure if it had lost all blood in his furious gripping - perhaps that was the only reason it had slipped out of the woman's tugging - or whether it was simply forlorn and ashamed. If an appendage could be ashamed, this one fucking well deserved to be.
Kas did not swear often, not any more, but there were a lot of internal ones being shouted at that moment in time.

He wanted to offer her something. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to make a plan or ask one of the things he had thought or promise her freedom if she wanted it or peace if she did not.
But how? He knew not Latin, had no way he could think of to learn it, and she knew not Jou'que. And why would she want to learn it now, if not only to curse at him in his own tongue next time she set eyes on him?
Biting his lip so hard he consciously thought skin might tear, Per'kasin glanced up between strands of his own hair and tried to control his breathing. A childhood shame told him to bolt. Something tried to crack some kind of joke but without the right language he didn't know how. Would she run? Was she already gone? Should he have helped her up if she had fallen into the dirt, or stood back to let her come to her own peace?
It had happened so many times, in various alterations and scenarios, yet Kas had no more idea of how to deal with this now than he had the first time the hand had moved.
No idea how to apologise when words meant nothing and people knew action mattered more.
So Kas stood, and with deep breaths through his nose he waited. For her to strike him, or to run, or to demand that he cut off the hand or pick up his own abandoned spear and brandish it at his throat, or to speak or scream. Really, sometimes, there was nothing else to do.


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[Lyrics from 'Dirty Paws',
by Of Monsters and Men.
"Per'kasin";
"Zipporah".
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Zipporah Nubia serva
 Posted: Nov 15 2015, 08:45 PM


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Zipporah Nubia Serva
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Kya


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Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 3 +3
Intelligence: 6 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 4 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:2 +3
Defense: 3 +2
Speed: 6 +0
Stamina: 4 +3
Focus 5 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 0
C/F'S Won : 0
C/F's Lost: 0


It was like a candle blew away in his mind. At one moment, she had begun to trust him, and then at the next, she was terrified. To have him grab her like that. To stare into his eyes, reminded her of the past. Of what happened to her. When she shouted at him, in her own language, was she really yelling at him? Or at her past? At her captors?

She fell backwards and landed on her back. The bark of the tree cut her and left fine little marks on her back. Small enough to not damage her, but painful enough to sting. Zipporah didn't mind the pain. Her eyes and brow furrowed, wordlessly asking him 'Why? Why did you do that?'

She wanted to hate him. She wanted to scream at him to leave and never come back. She wished she was brave enough to scream so a soldier might get him and string him up just for trespassing. What she didn't understand was why she couldn't bring herself to do it? She bit her inner cheek and stood. The clothes above should be dry, but that wasn't what she focused on at this moment. On his hand, were scratches, the ones she left. She sighed and bunched her skirt at her thigh and pulled at the fabric. A loud rip signaled the destruction of the dress.

She walked towards him, her eyes determined to stare him down as she wordlessly began to dress his hand. "I'm sorry.." she said, focusing on the task at hand, "I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's not my place."

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Per'kasin Idsvet
 Posted: Nov 21 2015, 07:05 AM


Per'kasin Idsvet
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Per'kasin Idsvet
Native
Male
Level 1
Played By
Raowolf


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Member Status: 1Active


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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
4Aspect of the Lion

Namaclease, Aspect of the Lion



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 8 +0
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +0
Leadership: 0 +10
Immunity: 2 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 3 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 0 +0
Stamina: 6 +1
Focus 6 +2



Balance

Corruption at N/A%

Influence at N/A%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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Finally, Per'kasin had the courage - or perhaps the foolishness; it was always 50/50 - to raise his eyes. The woman had staggered back at the force of her release, hitting a tree and scraping down it. But as he stood waiting for the verdict of her judgement, she was straightening - and then her hands were going down and lifting the edge of her dress, and a tearing sound echoed through the trees and across the water. Kas opened his mouth, but couldn't find words to fit. What was...?
Then she was walking toward him, and it was suddenly his instinct to step away, as if it were she who had grabbed at him and he who had cried out in fear. As if she were the aggressor and he the victim.
But the only aggressor was the hand or the demons. And perhaps they were both victims now.
Did she understand that? Did she make sense of his words and manage to interpret what he had meant, applying the scrambled words to the wild limb and forgiving him? Should she have to?
He knew without question that there was no circumstance in which she should have to forgive him.
So he stayed stood still, aware as she walked right past his spear still stuck up in the mud that he was stood shocked still and confused. But as she neared, something of the ease and steady movement slipped back into him; his other hand started to swing, his balance shifted back and forth, his eyes switched from place to place. The left hand, though, stayed hanging at his side. The ground nearer him was less solid, damper, than that on which he had found her sleeping, on which her basket sat; the closer she got to him, the more the dirt turned into mud. He wondered if the transition from solid ground to unstable mud was a sign. Kas had never been good at signs. They had too many hidden meanings, like a complex in-joke he was always on the outside of. He had been outside the jokes for all his childhood until he had learned to be the one making the jokes - then he had chosen who was out and who was in.
How cruel a game to play as a child, to determine the social standing of those around one based on whim and power.

Holding out the fabric before her, as if as an offering, the woman reached down and took his hand. The makeshift bandage was spun under his palm and around his fingers, and dark red bloomed through the dusky fabric. He had barely even noticed the cuts; only watching her work on the hand told him what she was doing, what he should be feeling.
What he was feeling was a fluttering in his stomach and a dizziness in his head. She smelt of many things, and the fact that she was - when they were stood so directly close - ever so slightly taller than him did not help; the desire to take a deep breath fought with the very aware knowledge that his nose was pretty close to her ear, and that loudly sniffing the head of someone one had only just relinquished after a vicious (unintended, admittedly) capture was not a wise move if one intended not to get a knife through one's gut and a glob of spit in one's eye. But without making his scenting obvious, Kas found all the different things that came with each breath and tried to trace them. There was the jungle; that was freshest on her. Mud and leaves and the water she had presumably washed the drying cloths in. And underneath that was... He thought it was the Roman city. He had never smelt it, not close-by, but it smelt about right: unnatural dust; dozens of other people improbably close; a cloying sweet smell that seemed as second-hand as the jungle but stuck around in his mouth long after. And he thought for a moment that none of those smells belonged to her, not really, just as none of the words had been hers - none of them except her yell of fear when his hand had refused to let go. That had been natural, that had been hers.
So what would she smell like, if she could control the smells that were hers and not hers as easily as she controlled words that belonged to her or to others?
Just to check that nothing was going wrong, Per'kasin chose this moment to glance down at their hands; his was still laying limp, not responding much to the gentle touches. Of course - she was binding it. But usually it knew what was happening when he did that, and thought. Then the woman was speaking, and his mind raced to remember her words and translate the language and try and decide what to do about his hand all at once while at the same time he felt that a far too great portion of his consciousness was being devoted to trying to find one underlying smell in her that was not the jungle or the Romans or belonging to anyone else than her.
"Sorry... Have yelled not should I, you."
Okay, that was a very bad interpretation, but he guessed it was probably close enough from the words he did know.
Before he could respond, Kas was pulling his hand away. Again, he wanted to explain, wanted to clarify "I bind it to stop it lashing out sometimes and I'm worried that you will trigger it and it will hurt you again, so please don't be offended I'm very grateful for your bandage and your care" - but what were all those words in Latin? What meaning would be lost?
And what would she care?
So instead, as he forced his hand down by his side and, with the fingers of his right, finished off the knot she had started at his wrist, Kas said the next most important thing. Or as best he could, anyway. "Et... Doleo... Et non vestri." The... 'I am sorry'... It not yours.
Then he said something that at once seemed relevant and wise - and like a betrayal. To her. "Longe quam sunt magistris?" Far how long your masters away?


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[Lyrics from 'Dirty Paws',
by Of Monsters and Men.
"Per'kasin";
"Zipporah".
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Zipporah Nubia serva
 Posted: Dec 13 2015, 02:00 AM


Zipporah Nubia Serva
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Zipporah Nubia Serva
Human
Female
Level 1
Played By
Kya


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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 3 +3
Intelligence: 6 +0
Survival Skills: 6 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 4 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:2 +3
Defense: 3 +2
Speed: 6 +0
Stamina: 4 +3
Focus 5 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 0
C/F'S Won : 0
C/F's Lost: 0


They weren't deep cuts. They were barely scratches. He would live. She moved her hand away as she watched him finish her dressing. Usually, when she'd heal a wound or a laceration, she'd have some salve, but her primary directive meant she had to improvise. Her tattered dress was the tell-tale sign that she hadn't intended to save someone's hand, and hadn't intended on meeting a strange man in the forest.

A small sound was caught in her throat when she heard his words. She wanted it to sound like a chuckle, but it sounded more like she was suppressing a cough. "It's fine." she said as she untangled a leaf from her hair. His next question was a little confusing, she gave him an odd look, but sighed. He needed to really brush up on his Latin if he wanted to keep from nailed to a tree!

"Don't say it like that. Say it like this, 'Where are your masters?'" She repeated the phrase again, sounding out each syllable, "Where... are... your... ma-sters? Now, repeat as I tell you: They are in the camps. The women. I work with the women there. I serve them as they serve the men." She didn't want to describe it all in detail. It wasn't as glamorous of work as one would think. If a soldier was drunk, or gave no care about the girls that worked there, she'd see horror stories. She once had to clean up a woman that had been used by five men at once. Her entire body was bruised and tired, and she had to do it all over again by the next night.

Zipporah was lucky in the fact that she didn't have to worry too much about herself around her workplace's clientele, but if they were drunk or horny enough, she would still be at risk. Her mind went back to her first night as a slave, and she quickly shook it away, and focused back on Per'kasin. "If you let me live. I can teach you more Roman, if you want?" She wasn't sure why she was beginning to act warmly towards him. He was still a stranger. He was still very different. But there was something about him that made her want to help... protect him?

She didn't understand.

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