1. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    The tide receded. She missed that place, where the tribe operated on a gruff, efficient logic that didn't have time for pretences or the sicknesses of the mind. Still, no names, and no location. 'I gave them some of the understanding. Long ago. But most of it, they have cultivated themselves.'...
  2. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    'You think of yourself so little? Or should I not defend myself because you think so? I mend the wounds humans cause with their incessant violence. Better still, no undead will rise and wander to cause further harm where I pass. I do not worship the decay that poisons, and I know so many ways...
  3. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    "Hmh. Some days I'm not sure it isn't the same for Lock. Darling as he is." the not-elf sighed, and there was love for simpler creatures in that sigh. She looked at the crescent at the crest of the wave distort and disperse into foam as the shuffling tide swept across the beach below. "Most...
  4. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    Re-cycle. Same parts that have become useless, make them useful in a different process. No waste. Very efficient, indeed. It would seem that the entity had different taboos when it came to handling the dead. Many a chitinous wall have been erected with the right organs in quasi-life setups...
  5. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Everyone grieved in their own ways, taste of the thoughts like seawater, bitter, carrying parts that could only benefit those who handled them well. Krava dangled her cold feet, drummed heels against the rock dully. Fingers sank into the warm tail that snaked around her, alongside her, trying to...
  6. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    ♬ Idea of an Evelyn The not-elf bundled back up in an attempt to retain warmth, sensing Lock shift behind her and provide his insulated side for her comfort. She let Osytha lie down on the rocks, and adjust to the sensory improvements. Caught the thoughts filtering through the mind's eye, idly...
  7. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    'The ones with living minds will mend the wound. The ones that are gone will be recycled, put them at the top where the four segments open, mind the plant and soil layers.' An unspoken query, feeling more than phrase. Ability, other than storage? Function? The not-elf drifted upward, step and...
  8. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Lock has hid own resonance to maintain - condensed, linear. His and Krava's traversals of thought could be compared to a jellyfish swimming alongside a squid. But he also had something that she did not. Anxiety, fear, waryness, seemed to ease alongside the low rumbling purrs. As if he plucked...
  9. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    Humans named things, and then, as individuals, sought to comprehend them more fully. The Creed sought to comprehend. The naming conventions were in the same vein - condensing the nature of an object into so many concepts - but nobody could convince Krava'quiloor that the Creed's were less...
  10. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Can you… hear me? The white brows both peaked, large eyes widened even more. The not-elf's face froze in a dimmed expression of wonder, supplemented by the shifting posture, thin hands cominf half-furled to the flat chest, a stillness that lasted a moment. Sunlight sparks flying off the river...
  11. Krava'quiloor

    Open Turgor

    She floated onward, the link of minds like a gravitational pull for the other collective to move afterwards. Instead of speech, came the image. Bodies. Fresh. Some didn't fully die yet. Clad in tough leathers and dead metal bits. A mound on legs that looked like a grassy hill with... extra bits...
  12. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Badu-dudu-dum. Front paws land and dig into the wet sand with claws, one middle arm catches up, the other carries it, and the legs land last. The tail sways. The legs send the enormous mass barreling upward and forward. Badu-dudu-dum. Unusual to hear, for the irregular amount of limbs. He came...
  13. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    The thoughts hit before the feelings did. The not-elf's eyes closed, and she parsed them through, let the waves of emotion flow around her, a bitter sea sweeping through the hallways of the mind. Once before, she did this to another outsider. Let their feelings flow through her instead of...
  14. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Lock kept his distance while the knight tended to herself, him and his bundle of a mistress and scritches to Guffers. When they exited, he did not look at anyone in particular, eyeing the outward path. His bushy tail patted Guffer's head or poked at his side, until the pup got a hang of it and...
  15. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Lock leaned enough, his ward like a bandolier pressed against him. Sniffed at the dog. He thought a little, and then braced himself against the floor with a knee firmer. The tail wagging that followed, cautiously optimistic, was entirely canine-mannered, and it threw the beastkin slightly...
  16. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    "It is not easy to attain sustenance that the lady needs, and she has failed to do so rregularly," Lock explained quietly. "Then the crraft and the storrm came and did the damage. Rright now, I carry her because most of herr body has been disabled to prrreserve what enerrgy is left. If we get...
  17. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Lock shook his head, lowering it. Two more arms rested around the cocoon, forming a protective barier. The wheezing sobs were gulped down, pressed down, slowly fading into ragged breath. "We underrstand." The not-beastkin spoke, not moving from his spot - though he could probably ram through...
  18. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    For a moment, they both watched, and even if the feline features weren't enough to express emotion, emotion itself hung in the air. Petrichor and razor-blade string of lonely grief. Seething acrid bile of not frustration, but disappointment bordering on resignation. A pulse went through the...
  19. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    He let the lady knight be distracted, sighing softly to the tingles at the base of his mind and hurrying up once he got spotted. Which meant shoving the whole brain into the not-elf's mouth and pressing fingers on the two dark metallic lines, then trailing them down. She swallowed, and inhaled...
  20. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    "Cepho-what now?" "Stuff with tentacles, you dolt." "Oh." Everyone was having a day. The leopard's head shook. He could have said many things, but the knight had spared him of having to waste any more time and breath. While she fiddled with the armor, he handed Daev over, and snagged a basket...
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