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| The Camp; The adventures of Shawn Amberson part 1! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 23 2012, 03:31 PM (1,038 Views) | |
| Domtasticful | Jun 23 2012, 09:27 PM Post #21 |
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After another drink from his canister, Dom found himself in a place where it iwas all the same. The plans, the sky, and the smells all merged together into a combination of restlessness. His knee was aching and he dared not think about how many more steps it would take for him to find somesort of path. In this daze, he decided to sit and let his head rest on an appealing piece of shrubbery. The sky was empty yet vast, and this realization made him let out an instinctive and barbaric howl. He had raissed his canister, proposing a toast to the sky, and took another drink. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 23 2012, 09:34 PM Post #22 |
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Claira, flinched as Kutaka patted here, she clenched to Shawns arm for some time, the soup on her lap. "She is... Rather afraid of anyone besides me..." Said Shawn, before taking a slurp of the stew. "What... What is this" He quickly took another bite, spilling a little bit of it on his leather pants. "This is as good as my chicken Marsala, maybe even better! |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 23 2012, 09:57 PM Post #23 |
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Kutaka smiled, happy that another enjoyed her cooking. "It's alright liddle lady, I not be bitin'. Go on, take a few bites. I'm not dat scary at all." She motioned at the untouched bowl still sitting on Claira's lap. "Ya flatta me, mon. Maybe ya be cookin' it for me ta try one day, eh? Ya can 'elp yaself ta more if ya want." Kutaka picked up her bowl and sat down on her stool. She had not eaten before her errand of gathering supplies, her stomach demanded food. Somewhere Else... Morgrom was making his way back to camp, that is until he heard a despairing howl break the silence. He stopped, his right front paw raised in midair. It was no business of his. A few more steps, yet another halt. He growled at himself, annoyed with the current sensation rising within him. It's not any of your business. Just keep walking and never look back. Kutaka won't take notice. Morgrom was now turned halfway towards the direction the howl had come from. Then, with some reluctance, began trotting to the poor soul that had given the cry. He was not going to bother with being discreet. Once he arrived, he would shift out of his ghost wolf form, offer whoever it was some food at camp, and leave whether his offer was accepted or not. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 23 2012, 10:06 PM Post #24 |
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Claira cautiously took a sip of the stew, before full on devouring it. Shawn, before taking another bite, asked. "What brings you out here? This place is known for centaurs, not trolls if I am correct." He set aside the half finished bowl of stew. |
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| Domtasticful | Jun 23 2012, 10:12 PM Post #25 |
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Dom heard footsteps coming around him, and didnt know whether to take out his knife and prepare for a fight, or take one last drink and end his life numb and void of pain. He took what what he thought would be his last gulp and stood up instantly in hopes to look his threat in the eye. Though with a slight stumble and a slight belch, he saw a wolf change form in before his eyes and tried to recall taking a hit of alvinian leaf. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 23 2012, 10:26 PM Post #26 |
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Kutaka helped herself to another spoonful before answering Shawn. "I come 'ere ta collect supplies. Healing 'erbs, 'erbs for cookin', and all sorts of stuff, mon. I like ta travel, see da world ya know?" Meanwhile... "Look, I'm going to be brief with you. I have a little troll back at camp that will bother me beyond belief if I don't at least offer you aid or something. Now. There's probably some nice stew back at our camp and tea. Would you like some?" Morgrom stood tapping his left foot. |
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| Domtasticful | Jun 23 2012, 10:37 PM Post #27 |
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"Aid? what do i need aid for? " Dom took his question as ann insult, obviously the alcohol had hit him. He took out his dagger then, clenching it with both hands (forgetting that its not a sword). And in an attempt to make the first move before this orc did, he tripped over his own foot and fell to the strange beings feet. |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 23 2012, 10:41 PM Post #28 |
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"Ah" Shawn said. "To see the world? That's something we have in common." Claira appears to have fallen asleep. Shawn allows her to lay on his lap. "Ah... I remeber the first time we met..." He mumbles, stroking her hair.
Edited by bige-deadman, Jun 23 2012, 10:43 PM.
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 23 2012, 10:58 PM Post #29 |
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"Ya two not be bruhda and sista?" asked Kutaka, curiously. She had assumed they were with the way Shawn guarded Claira so closely. "Ya niece or someting?" She finished off her stew, making a satisfied noise after her last spoonful. "And ya be a wanderer too?" Meanwhile... "Hrump. A drunkard. I'll take my leave." Morgrom appeared unimpressed at the man's attempt to attack him. He shifted back into the usual ghost wolf form common of shamans. He began running back to camp. No longer caring to aid anyone. Edited by T.O.R.P., Jun 23 2012, 11:02 PM.
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| Domtasticful | Jun 23 2012, 11:07 PM Post #30 |
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when he fell, dirt found its way under hiis eyelids and after a short scramble, he saw a wolf-like figure a couple of yards away , leaving a trail of dust. Dom decided to take another seat and and reached for his canister for another drink. But as he hovered the silver over his tongue, he felt nothing hit it and decided to close his eyes for a bit. |
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| brianda0625 | Jun 23 2012, 11:26 PM Post #31 |
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Seraphine wandered about the plains, enjoying the quiet of centaur lands. She was unsure of her current destination, or where she was wandering to for that matter. She was deep in thought, physically walking the plains but her mind was elsewhere. So far gone was she that she did not even notice the sleeping man before her and tripped over him. "Oof! HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU LAY DOWN!" |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 23 2012, 11:31 PM Post #32 |
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"No... We aren't" Shawn said, slightly annoyed by her probing. "I was homeless without family... I found her in a alley way, being taunted by some boys... I fended them off, and fed her. She didn't leave my side seance then..." Claira starts to wake up. Shawn picks her up and puts her in his lap, and begins rocking. "A warrior in my village was taught to defeat the strong, and defend the weak..." Claira falls asleep. "After a while, I left that village, with her, out into the wilderness... I grew tired of begging..." |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 23 2012, 11:44 PM Post #33 |
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"She be jut like me almost! I not be 'aving family too. I was disowned, mon. Fed myself, clothed myself, all dat stuff. It not easy. Den I be runnin' inta a nice man, took me unda his wing. I chose den ta be good to all I met, even if dey be strangers like ya two." explained Kutaka. She thought it polite to share some of her past when others shared theirs. She got up to pour herself some tea, taking a sip before settling back onto the stool. Meanwhile... Morgrom slowed when he reached the perimeter of the camp, deciding to arrive peacefully while he catched his breath. |
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| Domtasticful | Jun 23 2012, 11:59 PM Post #34 |
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complete silence and darkness filled doms dream until he felt a slight kick right under his ribs. He stood up in an enraged fury expecting for yet another confrontation. He stood up and as soon as he saw he wide eyes, all his rage flushed out and was dispelled. "uhm, hello there..." he said, not believing the delightful image before his eyes. he cleared his throoat, straightened his posture, duested himself off, and waaited for a reply. |
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| brianda0625 | Jun 24 2012, 12:20 AM Post #35 |
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As Seraphine returned to reality from the fall she pulled her self up, took a deep breath, dusted herself off and wondered, "who would just lay in the middle of no where?" then calmly said, "I apologize for tripping over you sir. I did not see you. But may I ask as to why you were laying there upon the ground?" |
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| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 12:27 AM Post #36 |
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Shawn was still rocking Claira when she woke up. She heard something not far off, and when she leanded over to look. She spotted an orc. She buried her face into Shawn's chest and screamed. Shawn turned to look, and saw the orc, and gripped his dagger, but did not unsheathe. |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 01:56 PM Post #37 |
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The orc stopped short of walking straight into the the camp, eyeing the screaming child and the young man with his hand on a dagger. He then turned to Kutaka, an annoyed expression on his face. "And who are they?" Morgrom sounded more like he was demanding an answer rather than searching for one. "Dey be strangejas, dey seemed ah liddle down on luck." explained Kutaka sheepishly. "I will never understand your need to help everyone you see. Just keep them away from my belongings. And please, quiet the little one." Morgrom gave no more notice of Shawn and Claira. The orc moved to pour himself some tea as well as helping himself to a bowl of the stew. Then he sat by himself at the other side of camp, his back turned to them. "Sorry, mon. He be a bit of ah grump." Kutaka apologized. Edited by T.O.R.P., Jun 24 2012, 02:02 PM.
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| bige-deadman | Jun 24 2012, 02:01 PM Post #38 |
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Shawn took hand of hilt, and hushed Claira. He was silent for some time, eating the rest of his stew. Claira refused to fall asleep, and instead watched the orc's every move. She refused to leave Shawn's side. They only sat there, eating. After a while, Shawn said "Well, I do beillive we must be going, it's getting dark, and I have a few possisions at my camp that I rather not have stolen." Shawn got up, With Claira being carryed, who still watched the orc, and turned to leave. |
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| Domtasticful | Jun 24 2012, 02:06 PM Post #39 |
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Seeing his opened canister behind her feet, he quickly grabbed it in hopes that she would not notice though he reeked of alcohol and shame. In response Dom said, "Oh you know, just getting some sleep in these plains. This is the best spot you know, ah well of course you know, you're standing right here in the center!" She looked at him unsure of what to say and took a step back in reaction to the drunkards movers on her. He grabbed, not held, her hand and gave it a light peck. Looking up from the hand he asked, "and what is this young lady's name and why is she here all by herself?" |
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| T.O.R.P. | Jun 24 2012, 02:20 PM Post #40 |
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"I'll go wit ya, mon! I can do wit ah nice walk. Masta, I'll be back soon." Morgrom gave only a loud huff as acknowledgment of his pupil's request. Kutaka strode to Shawn's side, giving him a look that meant they should go now. She then transformed into a ghost wolf, preferring that the escort was a quiet walk. |
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