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Post by Zolanius Thyre on Sept 25, 2011 17:48:05 GMT -5
Beautiful Lake Hylia, with its sparking blue waters surrounded by rock, like a large crater filled with the essence of life. The sun was out, and so was Zolanius Thyre, Oocca Adjunct and secretly the Raven Shade, destroyer of life itself. He was sitting upon a beach located below a large waterfall directed from Zora's Domain. He was hiding his wings, and he didn't have any weapons on him, save for one, the dagger that he had taken from Dekethorn. He was somewhat regretting what he had done, and was thinking back. A Deku died, that wasn't the problem. But how he died. It was so brutal, so malevolent... And not how Zolanius would have done it. Skeith was already comfortable in this body, and seemed to be growing stronger. This was good, right? He just couldn't tell anymore.
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Post by Ryst Seraphine on Sept 25, 2011 18:06:57 GMT -5
Brush. That was the biggest problem with Hyrule. Trees everywhere, and in their shadows were bushes, and in those bushes were brambles, and all in all it really got annoying for the Oocca Lord. Specifically because when you had two large grey wings protruding from your back they tended to get stuck and caught and poked and bothered. It wouldn't be hard to track Ryst through the forest, just followed the trail of feather fluff taken from him by the pointy ends of particularly strong branches.
It wasn't like Ryst cared about people tracking him. The Oocca Lord had changed his appearance since he'd left the City, so that he would go unrecognized. He wasn't sure how that would suffice versus the more connected of the Oocca nobility, who were in the know on everything, but then Ryst stopped caring about them long ago. And if anyone were tracking him for malicious intent . . . well they would have a surprise waiting for them at the end of the trail as Ryst did not have the humor to abide useless people anymore. That was the old him, this knew one would more than likely break a few arms.
Speaking of, Ryst finally emerged from the other end of the bramble by the edge of the lake. Without hesitation he stepped into the shallow, murky water and stretched his grand wings wide. They were often hailed as some of the most majestic in the City, for those who cared. The Vagrant Prince had used that as a tool when he was younger. Now they were a hindrance, one of a few tell-tale signs of Ryst's identity. Still, he didn't think he'd have to worry here at the Lake.
He bent over the water and looked down at his own rippling reflection. He was battered again, but nothing serious. No need to bother Ayameru to heal these wounds. A busted lip was the worse of it. Ryst plunged his hands into the water and began to scrub the blood off of them. Not his blood. It turned the water crimson, but as he cupped some in his now-clean hands it pulled up clear. It felt nice when he splashed it against his face, then wiped the blood away from his lip.
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Post by Zolanius Thyre on Sept 30, 2011 7:03:27 GMT -5
Sitting in the somewhat sandy shores of the lake, what else would catch his attention but the site of large, immaculate wings by another part of the lake? Zolanius immediately knew. There was only one who had wings like that, and he was more than worthy of Zolanius' time. However, he didn't appear to be in the mood for company as his appearance showed he just came out of a fight, or he was really clumsy. Zolanius stood, and wandered along the edge of the lake while stretching his narrow black wings, which weren't nearly as impressive. Inside, Skeith was indifferent. Inactive, one could say, since there was no reason right now to start barking in Zolanius' ear.
He arrives almost adjacent to the other Oocca, and attempted to spark up a conversation. "Good morning there! Aside from the blood, how are you?" It was a lame way to start a conversation but it would have to do.
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Post by Ryst Seraphine on Sept 30, 2011 8:21:18 GMT -5
Ryst heard the footsteps before the other got to him. He straightened his back and stretched his wings, then turned to see who it was. Ryst wasn't in the mood for a fight at the moment, having just come from one. Or two. Or maybe several. The days rolled together and all the fights seemed to become one when that was what he spent most of his time doing. Whether he'd just fought five bandits or two renegade guards made no difference to the previous Oocca Lord.
It was another Oocca. This was the last thing Ryst wanted to encounter randomly in the wild. Furthermore it was an Oocca he knew, and who would recognize him no doubt. Ryst immediately put up his well practiced emotionless mask to hide his own disappointment with the situation, with himself. Found so easily by his own people. But then this one was not moving with urgency. He hadn't just found Ryst because he hadn't been out looking for the lord.
"It isn't mine," Ryst replied at the comment toward the blood, then stooped over and continued to wash it off his hands. Some of it was his, despite his comment, as his knuckles had busted open. He scrubbed at them despite the pain, then pulled his hand from the water and shook it. "What do you want, Zolanius?" Ryst asked, not even bothering with a charade.
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Post by Zolanius Thyre on Sept 30, 2011 8:56:07 GMT -5
Almost like magic, Ryst seemed to become absolutely dull, no flare in his eyes, no air of Oocca pride. Asking him almost coldly what he wanted. But all Zolanius could do was smile, eyes closed and with an unfamiliar aloof motion, sat back down on the shore and watched as the blood faded in the lake. Funny, this place seems to be a stopping point for the scarlet ink. "Well from you? Maybe just some company. Somebody to at least carry on a decent conversation with. Me, I just want to relax."
He took note of the blood almost streaming from his hands, the wounds being irresponsibly scrubbed. "You're just going to scar your hand like that." He looks over and holds up his palm, signalling that he wants to touch his hands. He was unaware if Ryst really knew what he was capable of. For all the other Oocca knew, he was just a politician that was too busy for magic. So Biomancy might still be an unknown. "May I?"
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Post by Ryst Seraphine on Sept 30, 2011 9:10:44 GMT -5
Conversation. It was something Ryst knew little of these days. He talked with Ayameru, but that was perhaps the extent of his social interaction. Other words were spared, for those he had the chance to give them to did not typically deserve it, nor would they remain conscious enough to truly comprehend the depths of thought Ryst was capable of. Conversation with unconscious or dead people tended to be a little one-sided, something Ryst definitely wasn't interested in.
Interaction with another Oocca, that was something else entirely. He had not seen one of his people in quite some time, purposefully avoiding places in Hyrule known for Oocca traffic. He looked back at Zolanius and considered the man's comments. "Company I can provide, though I've had far fewer words as of late than I've had in the past," the Lord said with that same cool demeanor. It shouldn't be a complete surprise to the Adjunct, as it was in the court that Ryst had perfected that mask, had hidden behind it several times. But now it was colder, considering the mission Ryst took on himself.
He looekd down at his knuckles then to Zolanius. He didn't know what the Adjunct was capable of, but then everyone was capable of something. It didn't really concern Ryst, either. "I have no reason to avoid scars," he said, a little bit of his sorrowful resolve slipping through a crack in his mask. Scars were a reminder of the blood he had to shed as he sought to avenge his people. Scars were a reminder of the Oocca lost. Surely any Oocca who had died when the City had fallen would accept even the most grotesque scars if they could still live.
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