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Post by Unokins on May 18, 2015 4:30:55 GMT
Well, he at least had some sense. Sure, he kept his pants on, but it wasn't like Gale hadn't seen things like that before. He didn't care. Still, he nodded when Omaron finished speaking. Omaron. What a mouthful of a name. But it had a nice ring to it. Rook seemed to like it, even as it tried to repeat it, babbling and stumbling over the name.
Gale shrugged and stretched. Omaron. Well, Omaron was probably wanting to know where they were going. Gale hesitated. The thought of connecting with someone mentally - however brief and timid it was - sent waves of anxiety through him. So he trudged over to the man and sat next to him. "Ah," he said, drawing in the dirt with a finger.
Squiggly lines, above a straight thick one. A circle in the sky with lines coming off of it.
Ocean.
Omaron might have gotten that feeling. Even when Gale didn't try to make direct contact, he did attempt to get one thing across. He wanted to go to the ocean. East. Towards the rising sun. The ocean would hold answers Gale sought for, he just knew it. From the hushed whispers and overheard battle plans, the ocean held what he wanted.
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Post by Buggy on May 18, 2015 12:19:13 GMT
Omaron drew back slightly when Gale sat next to him. It was rather hard to tastefully avoid looking at him when he was right there, but that didn't seem to be something Gale cared about. In fact he seemed rather more preoccupied with trying to get something across to him. Omaron peered down at the scribbles in the dirt. No words, unfortunately, but... hmm. That could be a scene of some sort. He squinted at it.
"Water? Is there a lake nearby?"
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Post by Unokins on May 18, 2015 17:43:16 GMT
Of course this man would flinch away. Gale was expecting it, and scoffed to hide the minuscule pang of hurt he felt. He liked traveling with Rook because the creature was the first monster he had seen. So Gale being a monster was no problem, and the acceptance he felt was overwhelming in making him happy. But now they had this pale man. And Gale knew he thought Gale was a monster. Only the thought of being able to leave him whenever he wanted comforted Gale.
Gale shook his head. Lake was too small. He held his hands up, close together, then spread his arms apart. Bigger. There was no way no tiny lake could hold everything he wanted.
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Post by Buggy on May 18, 2015 23:22:07 GMT
Omaron's cheeks colored just slightly at the scoff, as he entirely misinterpreted its meaning. "I'm not *squeamish* or anything," he said defensively. "I just prefer it when people are clothed. It's... it's more civilized." And clothing was probably the closest thing to civilization he'd encounter for a while, barring the Kiltar. He winced at the thought. But he couldn't dwell on that; Gale was motioning again. Omaron frowned.
"Bigger? Oh, do you mean the sea?" Was there a sea in this place?
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Post by Unokins on May 19, 2015 0:25:50 GMT
Civilized? So this man was a... proper monster? Gale shook off the confusion. At least he was being wiggly about seeing Gale's parts and not at the fact that a tiny monster plopped down next to him. It was a little reassuring. But this man was still a big baby.
At the question, Gale nodded. He stood, then, pointing towards the east. The sun was still rising, and Gale could almost feel a tug. Maybe Omaron felt it to?
Feel it?
It was a general statement, sent out with no connection. Rook perked up. "F... Feel it?" It asked, ears twitching as it echoed the words. Feel it, feel it... feel it. It bobbed its head. Yes, it felt it. Its scales shuddered, and it stepped forward, anxious to go.
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Post by Buggy on May 19, 2015 1:11:20 GMT
Omaron frowned slightly as Gale stood up and pointed. Was that the way forward then? To the sea? "Why are we going to the sea G--"
Then he heard the words. Or... sensed them, felt them, something. He jumped to his feet and spun around, eyes wide, and finally he looked to Rook. Maybe... well he was chanting "feel it" now. Surely that was all it was. He'd heard Rook, and been startled by it because he wasn't expecting Rook to say anything. Yes.
"Feel what, exactly? I mean..." He looked the direction Gale had pointed again, frowning slightly. He almost fancied he smelled salt on the wind.
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Post by Unokins on May 19, 2015 1:47:51 GMT
Big fat baby. Gale didn't think he could get any worse. Doubted he could survive on his own, couldn't feel the ocean. The child sighed. But it was something. Another monster was better than another Kiltar. He shrugged and began walking, Rook following close behind.
Freedom.
It pulled, it enticed. Open skies, open land. No Kiltar. Gale could feel it. He needed it. Gale glanced at Omaron. Do you feel it?
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Post by Buggy on May 19, 2015 2:38:17 GMT
"Where are you going?" Omaron quickly snatched up his shirt and Gale's pants before following, indignant. "Do you really want to go prancing around in nothing at all? What if it gets cold?"
He flinched as words formed just beyond the edge of his consciousness again. This time he couldn't pass it off on Rook. Omaron stared open-mouthed at Gale, completely forgetting about the clothes in his hands for the moment. "Was that... was that you?"
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Post by Unokins on May 19, 2015 2:58:12 GMT
Gale shrugged at the questions. Obviously, Omaron's concern was not for Gale's well-being, but for the fact that he had to see Gale be all naked. Part of him wondered if he didn't like seeing the lines of scars that decorated Gale's body. But he was fine with Gale being shirtless. If this is what a civilized monster was like, Gale was glad he was wild and violent. Idly, Gale wondered if Omaron would eat the meat Gale would obviously be hunting for him. Seeing the man squirm when faced with the food would be funny though.
He turned, glancing at Omaron. So he did hear. That was useful. Even more so because he was listening. Being ignored or mocked would have made things a lot more terrible. Slowly, Gale nodded.
Won't hurt. He sent out, cautiously keeping his mental distance. He may have been a monster, but Gale would keep his mind protected. Too much at stake around someone he didn't know real well just yet.
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Post by Buggy on May 19, 2015 12:23:40 GMT
Omaron blinked, not sure what to think. This method of communication was alarming, certainly, but it seemed to be the only reliable method Gale had. Even if it raised some warning bells. Had he encountered this sort of mental-closeness before?
No. No of course not.
"Ah. Well... I suppose that makes things a bit easier," he replied, trying to pass it off as not a big deal now that he'd processed what was going on. "So, ah, what's by the sea that we need to get to Gale?"
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Post by Unokins on May 19, 2015 17:20:07 GMT
Gale's ears perked up at the relative calmness of Omaron's reply. Surely he wasn't Kiltar. He would have known about this sort of stuff. And would have been a bit warier of it all. Especially since Gale couldn't sense all that many defenses. Surely, if he had closed his mind off to others, like Gale had, he wouldn't have been able to hear these thoughts. But his defenselessness was useful for now.
Don't know was the quick reply as Gale started off behind Rook again, who had paused to chew up a twig. Freedom. Nothing that would hold Gale back anymore. He was sure of it. Keep up. Too close to Kiltar.
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Post by Buggy on May 20, 2015 2:50:53 GMT
Omaron frowned as he caught up with Gale. "You don't know? Then why..." He sighed. Why was he even arguing? It wasn't like he had any better plans for where to go, or any better idea of where might be safe. He didn't even know where he was now.
"All right. I suppose I should trust you for the time being." He looked ahead again, toward where Gale had said he felt the sea. Maybe he felt something, maybe he didn't. He was feeling a lot of things. Fear, for one.
"Er... Gale, who are the Kiltar exactly? Is there a reason they're horrible to everyone?"
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Post by Unokins on May 20, 2015 3:01:13 GMT
Rook loped ahead, jumping on a small mushroom, chasing a butterfly. He was carefree and childish, running about like there was nothing to be scared of in the world. Gale's expression hardened when Omaron mentioned the Kiltar. His answer was a shrug.
Don't know. Always been here. Always doing that. Violent. Fighting. He paused, ears twitching. They were deeper in the forest now, and the safety of the trees and grass made the cold cities seem so far away. There was no plants or flowers in the cities. Everything weak had been stamped out for their fortresses of stone. They love doing it. Makes them happy.
Then he turned to Omaron, his eyes wary and tiny mouth turned into a pouting frown. What place are you from? He demanded, the thought much more forceful than previously. Why talking like you don't know them? They're everywhere.
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Post by Buggy on May 20, 2015 3:17:13 GMT
Omaron drew back a little at the force of the thought, taken aback. "I, well, I'm not from HERE. I'm from Veliath. Have you heard of it?" He watched Gale carefully. "I really want to get back. I've got someone-- I've got people waiting for me."
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Post by Unokins on May 20, 2015 3:26:23 GMT
Realizing the mistake, Gale reigned in his emotions. He wasn't going to get violent like them. Especially with the mental places. He had to be extra careful, since the man had so little defenses. How did he even survive?
Don't know name, Gale responded, turning back to follow Rook. He whistled, and the creature's head turned. At a hand gesture, Rook trudged off in a different direction, Gale following. What arena you fight in? Who owned you? Gale paused, thinking. Veliath... It was unconventional to say the least. But it could be a name. Veliath own you? What do? Who else with it? And how had Omaron gotten lucky enough to be owned by someone that didn't rip him apart of multiple occasions?
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