1. Krava'quiloor

    Private A Different Song

    "No. Money gets more inane the more you think about it. A home doesn't - it's what you make and define, based on its actual worth and values." A look up and down the creature. Could it make anything? seemed like one of those ever hungry things... ah. Well, that would make sense. A whole lot of...
  2. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    The worn, chipping clay pots were peppered with flowers among the leaves, well-loved and flourishing, even though the alley was quite narrow and probably didn't get much daylight at all. Something a little odd about the flowers probably unsubstantial. Just plants. The old woman turned, hands...
  3. Krava'quiloor

    Private A Different Song

    There was an intricate interweaving between a toddler simplicity and ingrained societal norms. Perhaps, an awareness of mimics? An intricate mess, just as this city. An unrefined mind and power too much for it to handle without reigning destruction. It didn't tell. It didn't have. Nor want. The...
  4. Krava'quiloor

    Private A Different Song

    @Thraah A wave rolled in, not all around like the sound would with laughter, but the giddy tickle, the slight strain, the knowledge of amusement. Like a secret to be kept only between them. A whisper in the ear. You're funny. The real secret she kept to herself was a calm understanding that...
  5. Krava'quiloor

    Private A Different Song

    Fire. Arrogance. And militant attitude. All close to home, much too close to home, and oddly satisfying in how it made her feel. Not a lot of things made her feel that way, the contentment of a venomous snake coiling up and knowing what its fangs could do. Not a lot of things except for fire...
  6. Krava'quiloor

    Private A Different Song

    One of the slim shapes on the roofs was not a weathervane nor a wind-trap tower. A thin figure's attention wandered over the evening streets, and to the multitudes of stars up above that lanterns below mirrored. They had a good thought there, with the sky-ships. Worse with the local governing...
  7. Krava'quiloor

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    Not-elf listened, eyelids with thin lashes falling half-closed. Not just to the Anira words, to all the words drifting around while they walked. Let them settle like sand underwater, all these new words. Still not enough, far from. She would need to... They haven't acted like apes with an...
  8. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    Omella was a little old woman. Wrinkled, thin hands, hunched back, a kindly face with as many wrinkles as a baked apple, and half-blind, milky eyes mostly obscured by her heavy lids closing now and then, as if about to take a nap. Omella was a great Knitter, though people didn't seem to recall...
  9. Krava'quiloor

    Night, Ocean, Woods

    Krava'quiloor of the Ascended Creed Healer-Grafter-Molder | Benevolent | Stranger Thing not an elf, maybe never was; weaves living matter only; eating people? unconfirmed; Where? Currently, Altalusia Looking For • A job, a guild, a court; • Those in need of a fleshweaver; • People to protect...
  10. Krava'quiloor

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    Some shallow water reefs were most colorful, with warm waters and dappled ornaments of green-gold sunlight. A lot of pretty fish lived there. No more, and no less. "I'm a knitter, only need... eh... Want to go with you." a quick glance to where they went, still empty, but of things that didn't...
  11. Krava'quiloor

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    Everyone was an ocean in a bottle. Some had smaller openings, some had less substance contained within. But everyone was an ocean, and things that dwelled. The undercurrents of subconscious, whales of established beliefs and known skills, quick gathering schools of silver-scaled fish -...
  12. Krava'quiloor

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    Did I...did we...win? Nod. The facial features remained relax, which gave the colorless face an unintended 'resting bitch' expression. What did you do to them? Whisper a poem into their brains? Cast ‘go away, I’m emotionally complex’? Slight narrowing of the eyes, an easy smile that turned thin...
  13. Krava'quiloor

    Krava'quiloor

    Goals (To Be Updated): learn the language and mannerisms obtain material craft Lock a body redistribute Lock into body secure shelter? food? friends? try to talk to Elder new clothes? obtain material appropriate appearance
  14. Krava'quiloor

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    Beat. Nothing. The air shivered, the sweaty colorless thing pushing itself away from the pointing blade on thin limbs, very slowly. Thin, line-like lips parted, but it did not speak. Another word, concept, meaning spilled out like filling from a succulent shepherd's pie. Important. Attention...
  15. Krava'quiloor

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    The creature was wet, some kind of grey, featureless clothes clung to its skin, covered in ripples and moisture-laden. Like someone took an elf, stretched them length-wise, limbs and fingers and all, and all that went into length was detracted from the meat on its bones. Like someone took an...
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