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Post by Glacis van Amstel on Jan 3, 2018 1:57:31 GMT
The little hybrid walked to the edge of the water. There, she paused and looked down at her own reflection. The water was far from serene, with the waterfalls crashing down. It distorted her reflection. She bent down and gently skimmed the surface of the water with her hand. Then she sighed.
It was nice that she had a connection to the ocean that was relatively close to home. Nice to think that this very water connected to the home her mother had known. Whatever home that was. She straightened and walked along the edge of the water. All she would have to do is step in, and her legs would become a tail, and she could swim and swim and never have to worry about coming back up to the surface. And that terrified her. And then, on the other hand, it was so tempting. She could swim until she made it to Dorsina, and then she could live there in the city. That would give her a chance to start everything over. Too bad they didn't like her there. She wasn't very well-liked on land, either.
No one was quite as cruel to her as they had be when they were children. She'd lived much longer than most regular humans, so many of her bullies had passed on anyway. But their children had always seen their parents treat Glacis differently. They, in turn, kept their distance. She sighed again and stopped walking. She gathered herself and her dress up and sat by the water. There wasn't much to do here but think. Fortunately for her, Glacis was good at thinking. NOTES ; Notes go here
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Post by Salamander Johnson on Jul 30, 2018 0:57:43 GMT
“Look, I’m tired, you’re tired. How ‘bout you just come quietly, and we’ll call it a day?”
Salamander faced down the robber he had been doggedly tracking for several days. He had the man cornered with his back to a river that flowed away to a waterfall. They both had swords, but both were also tired after Salamander had caught up to the robber, surprising him and resulting in a long sprint through the forest.
“You seem a reasonable man,” the robber replied, “How ‘about I give you half the money, and you let me go, okay?”
The black-haired swordsman sighed, “No can do, that family needs it all, and you need to face justice. You tried to kill the father of that family, and I take exception to that.”
“Who the bloody hell are you? A relative?” The robber sneered.
Salamander shrugged, “Just some guy.” he replied evasively, tone neutral. He did not care to bother with names after that chase, and the less he talked the less obvious it was that he was breathing hard.
“Well, you’re not getting the money or me.” The robber replied defiantly, “I’m not coming quietly!”
Running a hand through his hair, Salamander sighed and took off his pack. He advanced, raising his sword. He expected as much. Nothing ever came easily for him “unless it was PAIN!” as his friend Karan put it so pithily, the little smart-mouth.
Their clashing blades were muffled over the roar of the many falls. Salamander pressed his opponent at once, hoping to overpower him quickly. But the robber proved to have some skill the sword he carried. They met and dodged, parried and thrust.
Salamander found himself drawn into the shallows as the two fought. His cloak soaked up water, dragging him down, and the robber began using that against him, pressing him towards the falls and deeper into the rapids. Keeping his cool, Salamander looked for openings, and spied a chance to divest the robber of his money. As the two locked blades, attempting to throw the other off balance, Salamander drew his hunting knife and neatly cut the purse strings.
He not so neatly missed catching the purse. Losing his concentration, he lost his advantage as he tried to scramble for it. The robber bent his full force into Salamander and shoved him into the rapids.
With a curse at the forefront of his mind Salamander went under and came up spluttering in time to see the bag of money fall over the lip of the falls. As he followed he let out the curse on his mind and scrambled to untie the cloak from around his neck.
He succeeded just as he went over and he braced for impact.
It hurt. As it would. Despite expecting pain, still it shocked Salamander, and he lost his grip on his blade. The falls forced him under and whirled him about for what felt an eternity. His lungs began to burn as he fought to stay upright and find the surface.
When at last he did he choked and gasped, shaking the wet hair from his eyes.
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