1. Krava'quiloor

    Private A Different Song

    Force of nature without true wants and needs? Solitary entity with flame all to its own? Most certainly perpetually angry, the temperament likely did not do it any favors. "And you are - different from them, in that?" Colorless eyebrows furrowed, then rose, ever so slightly. "I am no less...
  2. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    Krava watched the scenery change without attempt to affect it, drifted along the thought pathway with the meditating foxling. Unseen, once again, just a cuttlefish in the neuron streams. The tendrils relaxed, pressed together mirroring the palms. There was no idle prayer. Just a thought path...
  3. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    Correct emotion, though suppressed. Wrong attribution. Recalibrate, guide. If only the fox man knew how many maneuvers went through his neurons every split instant to maintain this dream, better still, to be present in it, to keep it consistent enough to form a pattern rather than disjointed...
  4. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    Barely a quarter of a minute passed in the outside. It seemed that thought traveled faster than grains in an hourglass. The knight was gone. Someone was kneeling beside him. Much shorter than the suit of chitin plates. An... elf? The waif's face was gaunt, angular, not a face Momo had ever...
  5. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    The chitinous knight of green plate that showed no face nor hands, not even the neck or a glimpse of the eyes, raised the hand and clasped it in a fist. Father's pride, expectations fulfilled. A start of a journey where lessons are not weight but tools. "Yes. Fear is a screeching ghost of false...
  6. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    And with him, the alien presence followed the flickers of insight, treading lightly, like a jeweler picking out just the right stone, shedding a harsh, unforgiving light onto the impurities which would become part of the pattern once it's cut. This one's been cut before, polished by age and...
  7. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    As she watched the fox man leave, she felt a tinge of contentment at the notion that he was quick on learning. Realms of disembodied Shroud were not hers, a limitation she'd paid for her particular acuity. Her kin, however... What if too much time had passed before she woke? What if the...
  8. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    The granny's mouth twitched in a brief smirk at the thud. A concussion would have added a bit to the challenge, but that wasn't the reason for amusement. Lock had been just like this when adjusting to the new body. Bumping and knocking things about with any limbs that were new. The last they'd...
  9. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    "I've seen some folk in their work for too long," the granny mused. "And if it's as simple as a rooted doubt, there are a few ways to touch on that. But the cleansing rituals from your own people didn't work, did they?" Her eyes, riddled with cataracts like little sad galaxies, turned to study...
  10. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    The old woman listened. In the pale echoes of daylight, not close enough to reach through the square cut window where her flowers bloomed - her age-yellowed face, with little sheen between the fracturing lines of wrinkles, seemed almost waxen. "So it is not your mind that needs healing, is it?"...
  11. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    "My pleasure, Momoshiro. Many come here bearing darkness inside," the woman responded peacefully, still perching against the edge of the low table. "Few know what they are asking when they say they want it gone." She nodded. "That is correct." Nothing to it. Name to a face. Means of survival...
  12. Krava'quiloor

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    "Krava." a sharper breath denominating a chuckle. Humour or brief indignance, it didn't show on the face below the eyes and triangular cheekbones. Those twitched a little, like a quick smile. As if fixing a shirt having open a couple buttons more than intended, Krava seemed to recede, in a way...
  13. 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...
  14. 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...
  15. 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...
  16. 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...
  17. 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...
  18. 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...
  19. 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...
  20. 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...
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