1. Arbok

    Open Big City Dreams

    "I hope so, that would be cute." Dogs in crowns, what an idea. "Okay, that sounds good to me. To the dogs and crowns place then, come on." Arbok strode out a few paced before reaching back for Gruki to link her under the arm. "Please show me the way I feel so lost in all this noise." Her voice...
  2. Arbok

    Open Big City Dreams

    Arbok was almost not listening, her eyes were drawn upwards to the tallness of the buildings about them. The exterior wall itself was very impressive. It was Lou's touch that brought her back to earth and she scrunched a smile at the small girl as she stood on her toes. "Hmm? Oh, yeah!" Her...
  3. Arbok

    Open Big City Dreams

    Crownshold, the great port city of the North. Everyday a hundred ships and every day a thousand strangers make their mark on the bustling heart of trade and wealth of Northern Illica. The modest crew made their way to the gatehouse and in their motley midst a full head above even the tallest on...
  4. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    Arbok made a last apologetic look at the tabby before it left and mouthed another *sorry*. "That's still amazing about cats purring to help heal themselves." Maybe it was just some passive mimicry but Arbok had begun taking bites when she saw Laric doing it. "Do you think you could send some...
  5. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    "Sorry... cat I didn't mean it I just have big... everything." It was a curse as much as a blessing. Sure she could lift but she also stepped on cats and walked into doorways. "Really?" Using sound to heal sounded like magic to her but she wasn't going to argue, she couldn't so much as create a...
  6. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    "What?" The thought would not have crossed Arbok's mind in a month of Fridays to poison anyone. It sounded awful to die like that, all clutching your throat and gasping. It was not a preferred way to go at all. "I didn't, I wouldn't I mean..." A paused relief came over her as she realized...
  7. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    It took Arbok a whole four seconds to remember that she did not tell Saskia or anyone else about Laric. But she didn't know him then, what if he wasn't real? Now he was though and now she had a good lead. Statues of bears. "Oh I will and I don't know if they'll want to come but maybe. Wow...
  8. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    Brown eyes snapped to Laric and her weighted braids swung dramatically through a wide arc to bounce against the round cheeks of her face. "Ruins, like... as in... buildings and that?" In all her years Arbok had not ever even entertained the idea that her ancestors were builders of much of...
  9. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    That was a bit of a relief, that Laric did not have the ability to communicate with the cats of the Abbey. On hot summer days she often slept in the barn and she wasn't supposed to do that but several of the cats often watched her and she didn't want to thought of as a slouch. "That's fine...
  10. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    Oh boy, this was the hard part. "My parents are dead." She said it to to throw at him but to correct him and put a notion to bed. "The monks at the Abbey call me a werbear but I don't like that name. Gran always said we were the last so when she died I found people. I never knew any people...
  11. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    She laughed a deep private laugh and marvelled at the small beast at her feet. "Oooh, hi." Her hand crumbled one whole honey bake to bits for the creature who sniffed and nibbled on it tentatively. "Um yes, well first off. My name is Arbok and I'm glad to meet you." She swallowed and kept...
  12. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    *I'm paying* were the magic words as Arbok wasted not a second with jerking her whole body to face the bread vendor and begin her order. "Two honey and nut bakes, a seeded honey loaf and that walnut cake!" Her hand pointed at the most sumptuous and fresh looking of the walnut cakes. Her smile...
  13. Arbok

    Private Cats and Bears

    Crownshold market was the envy of all Northern Illica. The dock brought goods from all the world, Sonshan and beyond. The market bustled with animal and folk alike, pressed hard against one another like ants in their hill kingdoms. Arbok stood above all, scanning faces and looking for someone...
  14. Arbok

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    "Yes, yes. Planning, of course." Arbok felt ready to go this instant but Saskia was right, it couldn't happen that day. Despite this she felt a great relief meld with her eagerness to begin. As she looked down on Saskia who in turn regarded the ruined boot it struck her that Saskia was more...
  15. Arbok

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    There it was, that complete offering of help. Unabashed and unreserved and given so freely it didn't half seem real. It felt too easy. Her face scrunched, like a bad smell hit her but it was only a reaction of surprise. For all the years she had been at the Monastery she still struggled with...
  16. Arbok

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    Her eyes brightened with her smile. What she saw of Saskia's shadows was excitement to her, nothing more, like a dog wagging its tail. Again the concept of the mood ring came to her mind. "A week isn't much time..." She hopped up, an unusually swift movement for her great height as she towered...
  17. Arbok

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    "Of course I do." She put her hat back on but stayed sitting, shuffling her knees up a bit to rest her elbows on them. "My shaping isn't a spell or a curse or anything, my gran could do it. Said "we all could!" so, there's got to be more than just me, right?" A polite frustration wove it's way...
  18. Arbok

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    "Whaaahaaahaaaat?" Saskia was trully amazing to Arbok, she did not even see her pack that knife. With grateful amazement she took the knife and began to work at cutting the leather from the boot, blade out of course to not cut her ankle. "Honestly, how did you know we would need that? It...
  19. Arbok

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    "Oh yeah." Arbok agreed even as she attempted to wedge the ill fitting footwear from herself by scraping the heel, never once loosing her smile despite she suspected looking quite foolish to any onlookers who may come by. Shadows were something to notice around Saskia and Arbok had reckoned...
  20. Arbok

    Dare Shrouded and Foreboding

    They did in fact not belong to Arbok but as she approached with loping steps towards the scarecrow with the garish dress at the edge of the narrow gap that cradled the walkway between two fields. They were not her boots unfortunately but they did look like they might fit anyway and Arbok was not...
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