1. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Lock moved forward with a ferocity of a dragon amiss of his hoard. A wide berth off the path, which was far from linear, to recover the spear. "Wherrre is being taken?" There was a space in the middle, certainly without a word being spoken out loud. Like a spurt of water from a spitting fish...
  2. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Her head inclined in a nod, dipped chin and eyes moving to the bulky figure painting its improvised cloak from sodden grey into a brackish brown with contagion. She could not help. 'You've done the hardest part already.' Consonance. Faint gentle golden warmth of sun through the grey. The...
  3. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    The vibrations that spread through the earth were like a scent to the sight. Despite the body's sharply pointed narrow ears, Krava's hearing has never been remedied to match an elf. But... she heard things minds connected to, sensations processed in the moment, complete, bare. Air tearing out of...
  4. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Weightless. Twin roe, ruby-red, floated softly in the undercurrent, layers peeling from it until they were translucent fins, like the skirt of a cuttlefish. It was a thing more than a creature, in the same way a pupa shell is a thing. Slowly, undulating with the tides, it made its way toward the...
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  5. Krava'quiloor

    Private Drums in the Deep

    Thin hands dove into the incubator, finding the form therein. A link established, the pain tore a groan out of the not-elf as the mind stored at the edges of her own simultaneously woke, connected to hers, and departed into a new body, faster and rougher than ideal. A new voice, a new tide pulse...
  6. Krava'quiloor

    Private Drums in the Deep

    Her gaze pierced the darkness where there were no sentient thoughts nor dreams floating, only to discover a wall of water, pressure waiting to drop. Lips pressed together, chromatophores danced on the pale cheeks and neck, enlarging and tinting it brownish-red, then cropping up magenta splotches...
  7. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    "So they do," the entity agreed, feet finding ground firmly. The grip on the weapon would not relent, not for now. A lilt of songbird like a laugh, not out loud, pure radiant sheen of humour in the air like a scent or a melody, glittering against perceptions like a babbling brook. "I have no...
  8. Krava'quiloor

    Private Drums in the Deep

    "Oh please," the not-elf waved in the air about her, as daintily as any lady. Perhaps she mirrored the mannerism from somewhere. "Anyone looking more unfamiliar than harmless - is a threat to a mind that forms opinion based on immediate impression rather than knowledge. Unfamiliar is always...
  9. Krava'quiloor

    Private Drums in the Deep

    A warble of a chuckle bubbled up in her throat, hum escaping along side it through slightly parted lips. "I don't imagine pulling ghostly giants out of your sleeve - or crushing worldly objects with an unnatural force - would be more comforting to a common person. Their lives are slow...
  10. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    "Lady..." hiss like the tremor of leaves in the breeze, carrying the scents. Carnage. Earth. Late-blooming apple trees. The cool stillness that was never truly still. A silhouette detached itself from beside the hill-giant, straightening from bent legs and nervous glances barely up to her...
  11. Krava'quiloor

    Private Drums in the Deep

    She felt fingers around the mustard-yellow sleeve. "Nothing broke. I just need to finish this and let Lock take over for a while." Gratitude rolled over in feeling rather than words, a chest-full of soft fuzzy warmth, come and gone in a few beats. She chuckled with him. "What is normal, between...
  12. Krava'quiloor

    Private Drums in the Deep

    “…Krava.” She watched, irises like huge green stones faceting some semblance of a lighter section in the middle. Watched his ears tilt backwards and lower, his pupils narrow half a hair's breadth; there was a reconfiguration in body heat output - hands growing cold and preservation instinct...
  13. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    tw: blood, gore, aliens music: Miquella's Promise by Solas Composer The grassy hill, the size of a carriage and then some, hummed low and arduous. A mournful sound, a painful sound, the wounded giant groaned, and shifted, shuddering and sending clumps of wettened fertile soil tumbling beneath...
  14. Krava'quiloor

    Private Drums in the Deep

    The churning rumble of waves laboring against the ship's hull grew. Though she could not feel the wind, the undercurrents, movement of the wave and agitation of the conscious beings occupying this half-dry delusion of a vessel made her own synapses fire off. Warning caution. Preceding survival...
  15. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    It was an interesting thing to observe to some, Krava mused. Her practicality seemed to have been taken much deeper, as rejection. She watched the exorcist struggle with an issue she requested aid with, not a single muscle moving on the face as he entered a full on panic meltdown. Like a child...
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