(( A little roleplay spot for myself and Purpleshadow to RP with Kim and Neam ))
The day was hot, and the sun was at its peak. Along the river bank, the woods echoed with the screams of cicadas and other bugs in the late summer heat. With a splash and a grunt, Kimahri tugged at the net he had thrown into the water, gripping the wet rope with rough hands, careful not to hook his claws through the ropes and create bigger holes. The human form Drakiri pulled hard, tugging multiple times as he worked his way back to the shore, dragging the net with him . The cool water of the river had been a nice break from the heat, and for that the male was grateful. He let out a sign and stretched himself back a bit, hands on his lower back. Sometimes doing the mundane human things created discomfort, but Kimahri didn't mind, he welcomed it in a way.
He picked his tail up out of the water as he reached the dry shore, small pebbles grinding under his hooves as he walked, pulling the net behind him. As the net cleared the surface of the water, there were three medium sixed fish flopping about, the sun glinting off of their silver-grey scales. Around Kimahri was the little camp he had set up. along the bank of the river, he had a little log stool and a smoking rack, next to a campfire, while his little tent was farther up the bank, on a flat spot of grass between some trees. He took a seat on the log stool, taking a scaled arm and wiping the sweat from his brow. not all of him was entirely human, he couldn't maintain a full human form for very long, so he settled for this mostly human form that he could maintain for far longer periods of time these days. He still had his horns, his front arm scales and his claws, and his legs were far more Drakiri in fashion than human, ending with hooves, he also still retained his tail. His long silver hair was pulled back into a bun, and his ice blue eyes seemed critical, his brows furrowed in an angry looking manner.
He reached down and opened the net, gently grabbing the fish he had caught and he proceeded to scale and gut them, hanging two to dry on his smoke rack, and the other he speared on a stick. He sat the end of the stick down in the rocks as he folded his net and set it aside, grabbing a small box next to him that contained his flint and dried starters. He leaned down and lit the little fire on his other side, taking a few minutes to nurse the flame to life. When it had reached the size he needed, Kimahri grabbed the stick from the ground and held it over the flames. He had grabbed his next few meals to dry and smoke, and for now, he just wanted to cook this fish and be done cleaning up his camp before it got dark.
Kimahri's face shot up as he heard the wild rustling across the river, his hands gripping the stick in his hand harder. A pink furred form burst its way out and into the water, splashing and acting like a child, before it finally noticed him in his little spot. Thankfully, it was another Drakiri, and not Hunters. the man let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and he let his grip on the stick loosen. His ears flicked against his shoulders and he let out a small growl, though it sounded puny, being in human form. "you should be more careful around these parts," he warned.
He turned his attention back to cooking his fish. He had no knowledge of who this stranger Drakiri was, and if he was being honest with himself he was secretly glad of the company, even if he didn't know her. It was rude of him not to respond to her, but the man didn't feel up to it yet. He kept himself closed off to the world for his own selfish reasons, and he was about to change now. In his train of thought, he started to zone out. He was staring at his fish on the stick, but it felt as if he was looking through it. He heard little remnants of laughter and memories of whispers in his mind, and his brows furrowed even harder. From the outside, it looked as if he was angry at the fish.
The pink colour drak walk down the path that was not really there but she act like there was one. She let out a soft snorted as she look up at the sky feeling the sun on her back and smiled thinking of taking a dip into nice cool stream or river sounded good to her as she heard the sound of one not to far. Grin on her muzzle got big as she bolt for the water like some young drak seeing water for the first time.
She took a leap off the bank and jump right into the river feeling the cool water on her as she let out a sigh and then a giggle. She rested her head on the bank that was on the other side of Kimahri but she had not notice him yet until she smelt his food and open her eyes as she had close them. "Ohh i did not see you there." she left her head out of the water as she look tower him. "Hope i ma not bothering you." she let a smile spread on her muzzle.
LadyTsukasa
(( A little roleplay spot for myself and Purpleshadow to RP with Kim and Neam ))
The day was hot, and the sun was at its peak. Along the river bank, the woods echoed with the screams of cicadas and other bugs in the late summer heat. With a splash and a grunt, Kimahri tugged at the net he had thrown into the water, gripping the wet rope with rough hands, careful not to hook his claws through the ropes and create bigger holes. The human form Drakiri pulled hard, tugging multiple times as he worked his way back to the shore, dragging the net with him . The cool water of the river had been a nice break from the heat, and for that the male was grateful. He let out a sign and stretched himself back a bit, hands on his lower back. Sometimes doing the mundane human things created discomfort, but Kimahri didn't mind, he welcomed it in a way.
He picked his tail up out of the water as he reached the dry shore, small pebbles grinding under his hooves as he walked, pulling the net behind him. As the net cleared the surface of the water, there were three medium sixed fish flopping about, the sun glinting off of their silver-grey scales. Around Kimahri was the little camp he had set up. along the bank of the river, he had a little log stool and a smoking rack, next to a campfire, while his little tent was farther up the bank, on a flat spot of grass between some trees. He took a seat on the log stool, taking a scaled arm and wiping the sweat from his brow. not all of him was entirely human, he couldn't maintain a full human form for very long, so he settled for this mostly human form that he could maintain for far longer periods of time these days. He still had his horns, his front arm scales and his claws, and his legs were far more Drakiri in fashion than human, ending with hooves, he also still retained his tail. His long silver hair was pulled back into a bun, and his ice blue eyes seemed critical, his brows furrowed in an angry looking manner.
He reached down and opened the net, gently grabbing the fish he had caught and he proceeded to scale and gut them, hanging two to dry on his smoke rack, and the other he speared on a stick. He sat the end of the stick down in the rocks as he folded his net and set it aside, grabbing a small box next to him that contained his flint and dried starters. He leaned down and lit the little fire on his other side, taking a few minutes to nurse the flame to life. When it had reached the size he needed, Kimahri grabbed the stick from the ground and held it over the flames. He had grabbed his next few meals to dry and smoke, and for now, he just wanted to cook this fish and be done cleaning up his camp before it got dark.
2021-06-24 20:38:00
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LadyTsukasa
Kimahri's face shot up as he heard the wild rustling across the river, his hands gripping the stick in his hand harder. A pink furred form burst its way out and into the water, splashing and acting like a child, before it finally noticed him in his little spot. Thankfully, it was another Drakiri, and not Hunters. the man let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and he let his grip on the stick loosen. His ears flicked against his shoulders and he let out a small growl, though it sounded puny, being in human form. "you should be more careful around these parts," he warned.
He turned his attention back to cooking his fish. He had no knowledge of who this stranger Drakiri was, and if he was being honest with himself he was secretly glad of the company, even if he didn't know her. It was rude of him not to respond to her, but the man didn't feel up to it yet. He kept himself closed off to the world for his own selfish reasons, and he was about to change now. In his train of thought, he started to zone out. He was staring at his fish on the stick, but it felt as if he was looking through it. He heard little remnants of laughter and memories of whispers in his mind, and his brows furrowed even harder. From the outside, it looked as if he was angry at the fish.
2021-06-24 21:27:48
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The pink colour drak walk down the path that was not really there but she act like there was one. She let out a soft snorted as she look up at the sky feeling the sun on her back and smiled thinking of taking a dip into nice cool stream or river sounded good to her as she heard the sound of one not to far. Grin on her muzzle got big as she bolt for the water like some young drak seeing water for the first time.
She took a leap off the bank and jump right into the river feeling the cool water on her as she let out a sigh and then a giggle. She rested her head on the bank that was on the other side of Kimahri but she had not notice him yet until she smelt his food and open her eyes as she had close them. "Ohh i did not see you there." she left her head out of the water as she look tower him. "Hope i ma not bothering you." she let a smile spread on her muzzle.
2021-06-24 21:00:50
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