Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Jul 15, 2013 0:31:21 GMT -5
April 9th, 23 CLE
A dark figure came upon the battlefield, he sulked into the lines of dead bodies buried in the snow. Never looking at them. Just moving towards the center of the field. The air was dry and stale, it smelled metallic added with just a twinge of a deep sour smell. It couldn't be placed, but if he had to guess, he imagined it would be the spit of the voidlings burning the rotting flesh. He wasn't 100% sure if this was the case, but it seemed likely. It was the smell of burning and and the bile in one. It was such an odd smell, the flavor seemed to permeate into his mouth. It hinted at the light smell of cooking meat. However cannibalistic the idea might be. It still reminded him that he was cold, and hungry.
He still walked ever onwards into the battlefield, stopping next to a few bodies once in awhile. The cold was nearly unbearable, his cloak tightened around him, but no movements seemed to come from inside the cloak. The hood going further down his face but with once again no indications of movement from the figure. The smells pierced his nostrils more and more as he trudged towards the centre. The deep smell of blood threatened to make him gag. He could barely stand it as it was now. A piece of loose cloth flew off of one of the fallen soldiers, covering his nostrils under the hood. He finally came up to what he believed to be the centre of the battlefield.
"Hlirghh" He turned his head to a voidling near him and spat on the body. He sat there, watching his slightly corrosive spittle being eaten by the somewhat still existent pool of spit that the voidling had around its face. The disgusting creature was rotting now, slightly preserved by the frigid temperature that ever reminded the Psionic that he was cold. He twinged slightly as upon further inspection he saw an arm of a man in the voidlings mouth. He wondered how many died to stop creatures like this. He clicked his tongue once in disapproval. His dry cracked lips opened once more as his rough guttural voice spewed out once more. "Hlirghh, ullgh hlirghh u'ten" He shook his head and walked to one of the bodies of the fallen soldiers, pressing his hand to the fallen man's armour. The snow blew harder, blowing loosely without sticking together. The snow appeared to circle around his hand, never touching it. The man's heart was not beating anymore, that could be said without even checking his heartbeat. But that wasn't what Xygolo was looking for. "Det.. Det.." He repeated the same word over and over, moving his hand from body to body remaining crouched as he moved over to each body. Finally he was satisfied. Finding what he wanted, one man's pack opened and a small box of matches flickered out of his pack. He flicked one match out and struck it against the matchbox, throwing it onto the voidling he had been close to earlier. "Dot ullgh." The match landed by the body, more precisely, into the spittle. It caught fire quite easily beginning to burn the body of the voidling. He coughed once before sitting down next to the newly formed fire. More loose bits of clothing came over his shoulders and other various parts of his body, enveloping him in more warmth than before, the cold was almost bearable now. More voidlings, to someone other than the Psionic, would appear to float to the fire and add their bodies to his heat source. He would study what he needed to in a moment. For now, he was focused on finding something to eat. He left the fire burning and trudged off a little while before sitting next to a tree and waiting.
Tiny foot falls sunk slightly into the snow as a nimble, black creature skirted her way through the remnants of the once battlefield between the Void and Freljord. Everything reeked terribly despite the cleanup. It all still tasted of the filth that is the cancerous darkness. After visiting Demacia, the feline made her way north sensing something drawing her closer. It had no doubt been as tedious a task to clean up as Demacia after the Shadow Island assaulted the golden city. No doubt the stench of war was still fresh, and the frosty atmosphere still laced with its taint.
A glint of light shone off the gold that adorned the feline's head and neck, covered slightly by the snow as she panted, searching for shelter from the icy storm. Her tiny body was in the form of an ordinary house cat, with her fur dampened by the snow and frozen by the cold that sunk deep against her skin. A helpless mew escaped her just before the snow fell out beneath her sending her into a deep pit of white. Her green, iridescent eyes lifted, half-lidded by the snow falling still atop her, before leaping and scrambling at the edge to climb her way free. Another mew left her, a bit more desperate this time. These were not the sandy dunes the feline was use to. This was a much less forgiving place, she thought. A place that stirred the whispers of the void within her mind, and assaulted her small frame with the harsh, relentless cold of constant winter.
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Jul 16, 2013 0:19:44 GMT -5
Xygolo sat patiently waiting for something, maybe a field rabbit, to come within sight of his mind. When finally something did come into view. It wasn't what he expected. "Ag gel?" (A Cat? (Im assuming you understand the void language)) His rough voice shattered the silence, the void language slipping forth from his tongue. He lifted his lanky thin form and strode to where he believed the cat to be. Their were slight distortions in the frame. The organs slightly too large, and the feel of magic was all over the small creature. He knelt down and looked upon the frame with his clouded blind eyes. Lifting the small frame up telekinetically. "Kagh, kaghet a gel." (No, not a cat.) He cradled the small creature in his arms and shuffled to the pile of burning voidlings, sitting down and exposing her small body to the heat. "Durg Zilatee." (Collect yourself) He coughed once into his sleeve and wrapped the small cat in an excess piece of cloth that was draped over his body.
By all intends, she seemed normal, but it was true a strange magic lingered about her. Something otherworldly that was not from the void. The cat practically hissed when she felt herself lifted, tucking her ears back to stare towards the foggy gaze of the man. Emuishere wasn't quite sure to make of what was happening, but a noticeable cough would escape her as her front paws rapidly brushed across her ears as if agitated at something. What was this language? She thought, looking wide eyed up at the man before mewing gently.. Why can I understand it? This is not human language.. another thought passed through her mind.
As she was cradled, and carried towards the fire, a soft growl rumbled from her small throat being brought closer to the thing she loathed with all her heart and soul. The warmth was nice, but the pungent scent of burning voidlings was not something she favored. A spittle left the feline as she pressed up against him, staring with flattened ears and wild eyes at the burning corpses. A sense of sadness touched her as she settled down a bit. She didn't understand who, or what this man was, but he smelled of the darkness.
Another sudden jerk, letting out a weak mew as she buried her face in the man's lap, trying to chase away the whispers from her mind. Her tail tucked against her legs helplessly feeling increasingly ill at ease. She was not concerned about what danger he may be, but for the whispers that haunted her terribly, always beckoning her towards the endless abyss that is the void.
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Jul 16, 2013 0:41:07 GMT -5
Xygolo didn't know what to think of the small creature. It seemed to be afraid of the void. Or atleast the voidlings. Which would make sense if it truly was just an animal. But the message was clear, the animals muscles tensed the closer he got to the creatures. After the years, he didn't mind the dead ones as much. But he could understand the fear and uncomfort. He got up and moved away from the bodies. His body turned away from the fire. He stopped for a moment, a spear next to him spun around vertically, the wood end landing in the fire and becoming ablaze. The spear shot to his hand and he carried the fire back to the tree he had found. Tearing a few branches off and adding them to the now small blaze.
His stomach growled in protest. He sighed deeply, causing his form to shake. He placed the small animal next to the flame and forced the snow around him to pack in a sort of arch over them. Packed hard and stable so that it wouldn't fall over. Leaving the small hut he had fashioned, he turned back towards the tree. Debating whether to actually climb up or to fly up. He decided for the latter. Finding a place near the top where he could position himself in a comfortable place. He sat their for approximately 5 minutes before an unfortunate bird flew past. As soon as it came over his head, its neck snapped and it fluttered to the ground dead. He went back towards the soldiers, finding a small metal pot and skinning knife on one of the bodies. He brought the rather large bird and new equipment back in the Hut, setting out the fresh kill next to the entrance and sharpening the knife on the edge of the metal pan. "Lup Zilat sheg bak cel?" The phrase was obviously a question. But it was unintelligible to anyone that didn't speak the tongue of the void.
Liam Kain was at this point a traveler, exploring the world for a purpose while at the same time mastering his art. A strong swordsman who was to those who harbor good intentions a friend, but to those who wish to bring harm to the innocent beware. The time spent traveling was just a few months...maybe weeks, Liam had forgotten. All he knew was that this territory was cold and ominous. Cold was an understatement, it was freezing, but he was wearing an extra layer of clothing this time. His time trekking through the snow stopped when he came upon a field of blood. Monsters and men alike laid torn and broken on the ground. The warrior was not phased but still disturbed by the graphic scene before him. Curiosity grew within him as to what had happened, and his search was not a long one at that. A small light was seen. Perhaps it was a survivor, perhaps it was a scavenger. Liam approached with caution while calling out to whoever was there.
As she was carried away, Emuishere noticeably calmed. She relaxed against him, allowing him to take her further away from the burning creatures. However as a spear dropped into the fire, and shot back towards her, she looked panicked and uncertain clawing her way from his hold to climb onto his shoulder and behind his head as she watched. Every part of her ready to jump until -
He caught it.
Her ears perked, and the cold suddenly became extremely noticeable again causing her to curl up on his shoulder. When set down, she looked up curiously, one ear perked with the other slightly drooped as she unsteadily sat upright, her tail tucked in against her leg with a weary look set upon him. The sudden building of a structure over them caused the feline to move around quickly, pressing in against his leg tightly as she watched him work his powers.
This was certainly an intriguing individual. She'd never really known anyone capable of doing these things. Truly humans were fascinating. Green orbs watched him ... fly? up the tree? Such a strange thing to see. She'd peek her head out of the structure, being careful not to get too close to the fire as she watched him at a distance above her. The sight of a bird dropping from the sky made her stomach rumble with hunger at the idea of eating the tasty little thing, but it was his catch not her's. She wouldn't take from him what he needed more than she. She was, after all, a creature of the sands.
She watched him collect the skinning knife and prepare the bird in silence. Gaze set upon him, perking her ears only when she heard him speak in that strange language again. The feline mewed softly in response, creeping in with a bit of caution. She understood the language alright. But could she speak it herself? She'd never tried.
The sound of another voice on the wind caused Emuishere to dart within the protective arch, hiding her from immediate view as Liam drew closer.
((Edited since you ninja'd me, Liam. lol.))
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2013 1:03:24 GMT -5 by Emuishere
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Jul 16, 2013 1:24:15 GMT -5
((God damn Ninjas...))
Xygolo heard the man's voice before he "saw" him. He looked down at the feline and smiled. "Ekayzat" (Relax). He sat in the hut, not caring either way what the man did. He simply went to work on skinning the bird. But in the end curiosity got the better of him. So he stepped outside the hut, but the small knife still slid away and peeled the birds skin from it's hide. The pot too, moved on its own. Floating over the fire and sitting atop it. A small piece of the bird was cut away from the meat on the side, and the piece of meat floated in front of the feline. The hood moved up and down in a nodding fashion. Trying to make his message clear. He looked over towards the voice that was approaching. Calling out to him. (You won't understand this, translation is for the other one.) "Fulgore?" (Friend?) The deep guttural voice was disturbingly low pitched, and the man that spoke the words made the tension from the words no easier. He leaned against the snow hut and looked at the man with his mind. Examining him physically. He tried to memorize every detail of his muscle movements, he didn't appear hostile. His muscles seemed to show signs of apprehension. Understandable. Seeing as how he just walked into an old battlefield. Xygolo schlucked back into the shack, the entrance and inside grew about a foot in size so that if the other man chose. He could enter.
All was forgotten the moment the meat landed in front of her, quickly grabbing it up and darting to the far back of the snow hut. She hadn't realized how completely hungry she was. Thoughts trailed off to her siblings, a slightly slowed biting took hold as she sat back on her hunches and considered what might come of things.
She missed them so much. Her claws sunk into the meat as she tore a strip off, chewing at it more hungrily as the thoughts passed. It would be some time before she ate again, she figured. No doubt it was best to take advantage of the food offering, but not at the expense of the two that were near. Emuishere paused in her eating to look up, swiveling her ears to listen for the sounds of foot falls coming nearer. She'd lick her claws a bit of the blood, before pinning the meat down against the ground again to begin biting off a little more.
When the walls expanded, she snatched up the meat and practically ran out only to stop at the entrance, staring up at Xy with wide, piercing eyes. Still amazed by the man, she couldn't help but wonder what else he might be capable of.
Liam was questioning whenever he should trust this person or not. However the act of opening up the door and the body language of the man did not worry him. It seemed the man was allowing him refuge in the makeshift hut. Looking ahed of the battlefield at the large span of snow he still had to cross, maybe a little rest was needed. There was another presence with the person, it was very subtle. His senses were very sharp even in the dulling cold as he walked up to the shack to find a small black cat to whom he said "Hello there". Then Liam turns to the stranger before bowing as a sign of respect and takes a seat opposite of the others. He undoes the wraps on his Nodachi before briefly examining the blade.
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Jul 16, 2013 11:39:16 GMT -5
Xygolo pulled his hood over his eyes and continued skinning the bird. The piece he had cut off bleeding onto his robes leg. He didn't mind it so much, he was sure it would come out if he wanted it too. Besides, he was blind after all. After he had finished skinning the animal and cutting off the beak and legs, he looked to the pot. His clouded eyes examining the bent metal. He took a handful of snow and started throwing it into the pot. He did this a few times before he was satisfied. The snow quickly melted, and he had already begun cutting the bird into smaller bits that could fit inside the pot. He left the organs out on a piece of cloth to his side. He didn't particularly want them. So he figured the cat would most likely eat them. He then sat back, eyes toward the ground. But his mind was elsewhere, it was on the sword in the mans hand. He waited with bated breath on any actions the man might take. If his muscles tensed or they shifted in a way as to attack. Xygolo would be ready with his reproach. He shifted against the wall of the small hut. The smell of the battlefield had been overtaken by the smell of the cooking meat. He decided that the meat needed seasoning, and ventured out into the snow, making sure to stay within the 50 foot radius of the pot at the center of the hut. Unfortunately he found nothing. And made his way back to the hut, grumbling to himself silently, before taking a seat back next to the organs he had laid out.
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Jul 16, 2013 15:21:11 GMT -5
"Well, this shift sucks..."
"Hey, at least we didn't have to check the area around that Void knight, eh? I heard Sgt. Park had a nasty run into one voidling that wasn't dead yet."
"True. But still, why did we have to be one of the guys to finish the recovery here? It's been a month! And most of the other boys are already back home in Piltover; Beomwoo's probably eating another double Big'n'Progressive..."
"Hey, considering all we had was essentially watch-guard back at the original camp, it's only fair, eh?"
This conversation continued on for some time between Pvt. Woong and Cpl. Joon-beom as they covered their assigned shift's area to check for wounded and recover anything important, from noted warriors who had perished in combat to artifacts; even anything that was clearly voidal that looked important was to be recovered, though to ensure that they didn't come to harm they brought along a container to put anything like that into.
Their weapons slung over their shoulders and medkits on their backs, the two Corpsmen looked around making sure there was nobody that had survived the fight but was too wounded to make it back on their own.
However, considering the ferocity of the battle and how it was clear neither side gave any quarter, it became quickly evident to the two that their search for anyone - even remotely - alive would almost certainly be in vain.
As chance would have it, however, Woong spotted something in the distance: next to a tree, some oddly shaped hut... and there was a light from inside.
"Hey, check it out!" Woong called over to Joon-Beom, surprised at the sight.
"...what!? How in the world did that come to be?!" Joon-Beom exclaimed, incredulous at the sight of the small shelter; with the devastation from the fighting, it seemed impossible that somebody - or something - would just set up home in the middle of a recently fought battle.
This was definitely something that needed to be reported, but first the two decided to investigate. Joon-Beom sensing a small amount of danger, he and Woong drew out their carbines, and slowly approached the shelter.
As they came closer, it became evident that it was just made of snow. This added to the incredulity that both Corpsmen were mind-boggled by. Woong almost started believing that he was imagining things, before tapping his helmet and shaking it off.
As they got to the entrance, they saw the fire. It was here that the two came to realize that they were not being deluded: there were living beings inside the shelter!
"Oi! Anyone in there?!" Cpl. Joon-Beom called out, carbine still in hand; Pvt. Woong simply just kept his position, unsure of what to do except stay near and listen to Joon-Beom.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Liam was sitting right next to two people knowing that they are not of the norm. He had sensed something off about the two but was not really worried. As long as they do not threaten him, he was content. At the time, Liam was feeling quite rested until a sudden voice sounded in the air. A man had called out in a tone that was more of a inquisitive nature rather than a hostile one. Not worried, the swordsman walked out of the hut to meet the men outside. "Hello there, who might you two be?"
The cat's whiskers spread as she sniffed the air, smelling the scent of the food cooking. She chomped down the remains of her piece of meat, and cautiously sniffed the internals left over from the bird before snatching up the heart. One of the most delicious parts of a bird! So healthy, too! She wouldn't touch the rest, finding the entrails to be somewhat disgusting. Perhaps an unusual thing for a cat, but Emuishere was content with the small bit of meat and heart. This would get her by for another step in her journey.
Her ears perked as she licked her maw, lifting her eyes to stare at the entrance when yet another voice was heard. The small feline sat back on her hunches and went to clean her paws of the blood, purring softly at the fact she had food in her belly after having not eaten for some time. She was no bigger than the average cat, and by all standards seemed completely normal - except for the gold ornaments that rested atop her head and around her neck, and the unusual gold fur on the top of her forehead which seemed to be completely natural. The gold band around her left wrist and tail might also make her seem a bit odd.
Emuishere flicked her tail and paused to let out a quick mew in response, making it clear she too was present. She'd walk towards the entrance with her head up, ears perked and tail high in the air showing both friendliness and curiosity.
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Jul 16, 2013 16:36:31 GMT -5
Xygolo leaned back against the hut. Waiting patiently for the food to finish cooking , when he saw the two men approaching. Both seemed to be well armed and carrying heavy loads. They're body language showed curiosity and slight apprehension at the entrance of the hut. Xygolo was more than happy to let the other man deal with the newcomers. Deciding to tend to the pot in the middle of the hut. He decided that the fire was slightly too low. Above the hut the tree rattled as a branch broke off and fell onto the hut, right before a hole opened near the top just big enough for the stick to come through. Just as soon as the hole had appeared, it vanished, and was added to the fire. He noticed that the cat had eaten the heart, but decidedly left the other organs as they were. So he made a small hole in the ground with his hands and wrapped the other organs up. Burying them in the hole, so they wouldnt smell quite so bad. He took a brief moment to examine the scene that was unfolding. No one seemed hostile to him. So he was fine letting things play out. Although his muscles were tense. He was somewhat calm.
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