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Tallis
Posted: Feb 22 2012, 10:29 AM





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Tallis cursed. Repeatedly. First and foremost, she hated sand. Next, water - but who could blame her for that? She had spent over two months on a docked ship, rolling with the ocean. She was not one for seasickness but that did not mean that she had to enjoy the incessant rolling that she never quite grew used to.

She had created a small fire, the majority of her make-shift campsite blocked by an outcropping of rocks. The smoke was hard to hide, though the use of older wood and her avoidance of the green kind kept the signals it sent to a minimum. She knew there were raiders here, occasionally. And Tal-Vashoth, though they would offer her no harm. Not most of them, anyway.

The night air was chilled, but not too cold. Still, it would have been nice to have a bedroll. Sleeping under the stars was pleasant enough and the fire provided a warmth that kept her teeth from chattering, but she sorely wished for a blanket. A bed, too, but the thought of such a luxury made her laugh. Had she ever had a bed? Perhaps, long ago, before her parents had sold her as a slave. Even then, though, she doubted it; the sort of parents that would sell their child to Tevinter magisters to be used in blood magic rituals (or other despicable things) probably weren't the sort of parents that gave their daughter more to sleep on than their dirt floor.

One thing could be said about Kirkwall, at least the Wounded Coast, was that the stars were quite lovely. Tallis' wide green elf eyes remained open as she looked up at the sky, one arm bent back beneath her head, the other draped across her stomach. Her daggers, removed from their positions on her back, lay on either side of her for easy access.

She knew, to some degree, where she was. However, she did not know exactly and she had absolutely no idea how to get out of Kirkwall.

"I need a map," she grumbled, her body shifting but not really changing position. "And a drink."

It was rather vital that she flee Kirkwall; not only had she killed at least one noble since she had left the Qunari, that did not include the long list of her 'duties' while she had been Tallis - the Tallis of the Qunari, not just the name she had taken for herself since leaving for she could hardly remember her true name if she tried. It also did not include the fact that, though the Qunari had been forced to leave because of Hawke (Tallis' lips curled into a sort of smile as Adrian's face floated through her mind) it did not mean that they wouldn't send search parties for her, once they knew what she had done. And, she imagined, they very much knew. She needed to flee somewhere that the Qunari had no cause to go, but she did not quite know where that might be. Somewhere that she could work and go mostly unnoticed, where no one would really care.

Antiva?

Too much competition.

Orlais?

...Just no.

Ferelden?

It had been long enough since the Blight that she might be able to find work, though she wasn't entirely sure what there was to do there.

"As good as anywhere, I suppose. At least there's Orzammar," she spoke quietly, as if talking to a companion. There were none, however; she spoke only to herself.
Oxen
Posted: Feb 22 2012, 03:23 PM





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The barking started out sounding far away, a faint echo, perhaps one of the sturdier breeds from inside Kirkwall. It was too deep to be one of the tiny, yappy little terriers that noblewomen sometimes carried about with them, and dressed them sometimes in lace collars and jeweled harnesses, as if they were not dogs at all, but miniature people with four legs and fur. It sounded like a deep-chested bark, but it was growing closer by the moment.


And then, sand spraying out from underneath her paws, Rose the mabari came barreling down onto the beach, near to where Tallis had made camp. She barked throatily, baying up into the air, her stubby tail going a mile a minute. She pranced on the beach, let the cold water lap at her paws, then snuffled and turned her head, cropped ears perked forwards.


Oxen smiled as he followed his loyal companion down, though his expression was hidden by the heavy hood of his cloak. Here, where there were so many people, he wore this cloak to hide his face. He had learned early on that many people, small children especially, could be very put off by his appearance. He had seen more than one toddler take one glance at his face and run squalling to their mothers, and that did bother him, somewhere in his chest where his heart beat. He had never liked the sight of frightened children, and oftentimes he wondered if that had anything to do with his forgotten past. His broadsword was strapped securely to his back, easy to reach in the event of a fight.


He had been in Kirkwall for two days now, skirting the edges of the society to examine them all. He had observed much in that time, like how dangerous Darktown could be, but also how pleasant it might be, too; or, well, he had tried to make it a little more pleasant, he had planted an elfroot seed he had found to see if the thing might grow and spread some sort of pleasant feeling. Lowtown was a bustling seat of activity, and he quite preferred it, although he had steered well away from the busier sections, lest anyone catch sight of his wounded face and start up a cry. He would rather not be publicly humiliated, all things considered. Hightown he had only watched from afar, unwilling to get too close to nobles. He was wary of the rich folks there, knew how harsh their judgement might be.


But here was where Rose had wanted to go, and Oxen would do anything for the cheerful female mabari. She had always been fond of water, but she seemed to truly adore the sound of the ocean, the sand beneath her paws, and he couldn't fault her for that. He did enjoy her happiness, but... now that he thought on it, something did seem rather off, here. It took him a moment to place it; the smell of woodsmoke. Someone was burning a fire. Immediately he was tense, on edge as he peered around. he knew that this place, too, could be dangerous. Bandits, raiders this close to the sea, he had even heard that Tal-Vashoth roamed these places. He did not fancy meeting up with them. Clenching his teeth, he turned around, then froze. There was the fire, and by the light...


...no, that was an elf, and a woman. Still a potential danger, but... perhaps less so than a rampaging kossith. he fully intended to leave her alone, in any case, but at the same moment, Rose caught wind of the stranger, and bayed again. She turned and charged up the slope to the fire, her whole rear wiggling as her tail shook. Oxen blinked slowly; Rose was generally a good judge of character. If she had no problem with this elf so far, perhaps it was safe? But he would stand back for a time, and see what might happen.
Tallis
Posted: Feb 23 2012, 01:52 PM





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At the first noise of the dog, Tallis jerked and grabbed her daggers. The barking sounded happy, though. Probably just some wanderer with a pup. Still, her grip on her daggers did not release. The sounds were dim but growing louder and, at last, she could see the mabari (that is what the dogs from Ferelden were called, she thought) bounding up towards her. She tensed but did not lift her daggers as the dog padded forward.

She watched it with suspicious eyes, her fingers still curled around the hilts of her daggers. She watched the dog as it watched her. It let out a happy 'woof' and took another few steps forward. Tallis set her daggers tentatively on the ground and brought herself to her feet, crouching with bended knees.

"Hello," she spoke quietly, hesitantly. She did not offer her hand but did not move away, either. Closer the dog came and Tallis relaxed a little as she saw the dog's nub of a tail wag furiously. It barked in response to her greeting and as it drew closer in the firelight, she noted it was, in fact, a she.

"Well, what are you doing here, girl?" Finally, she reached out and pet her lightly on her head. Tallis was confident that she could pull her hand back quickly enough to avoid a bite, if the dog decided that was its intention. It did not, however, snap its jaws.

It was then that Tallis realized that the dog was, most likely, not alone.

She stood slowly, putting her hands on her hips and called out a louder greeting to anyone that might be nearby. She side-eyed her daggers on the ground, close enough to reach as long as the owner of the dog was not proficient with a bow.
Oxen
Posted: Feb 23 2012, 02:13 PM





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Rose seemed pleased enough with the greeting she received, lapping at Tallis' hand with her tongue before the elven woman moved away. The mabari tilted her head slowly, ears cocked forwards, as the woman called out a human greeting; she was already here, so she thought maybe this nice lady had sensed her master. If that was true, then she was very good. Rose had often wondered about the strange elves and their ears; did the long, pointed appendages offer any sort of better hearing? Her ears were rather pointed, and she knew for a fact she heard better than a human. She had always liked elves; pointed ears meant they were some sort of kin. Ear-kin. Just not scent-kin.


Oxen hesitated when he heard her call. She knew that someone was there, and surely Rose would have warned him if she intended harm to him, but... he was still cautious. He had learned long ago not to trust too many people, and the lesson still weighed heavily in his mind, although what exactly had happened to make him believe so, he had no idea. It was just a feeling in his gut that told him that, no, not everyone was as kind or as generous as they seemed, and it was probably better to stay well away from most. Mages and templars especially, for some reason, but this elf seemed to be neither. He could see the barest glint of metal from where he stood, hidden; she carried daggers, not a staff.


Hesitantly he drew his cloak a little further over his face; no need to scare her. Slowly he moved forwards, remarkably quiet for a man of his stature, and he moved carefully into her line of sight. He let his hands show out from his cloak; no weapons, he let her see, so he meant no harm.


Rose whuffled and turned, trotting up to Oxen. She nudged his hand lightly with her muzzle, then turned, padding back over to Tallis. Oxen understood what she meant with that; his hound was attempting to pull them together. Often times Rose would do this; she was something of a social dog, and Oxen had learned that she did not understand why he did not feel the same way about others. She would pull him in the direction of any person she deemed kind enough, although he usually dug his heels in and then turned tail to run. But this time, well, if he didn't show, he thought this woman might spend at least the rest of the night on guard. And that probably wouldn't be good for her.


He hesitated, mouth opening slightly, then closing. What did one say to a young elven woman? He was at a loss. He cleared his throat and spoke, as if every syllable was carefully chosen. "..hello."
Tallis
Posted: Mar 5 2012, 10:27 AM





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At the appearance of the foreboding cloaked figure, Tallis' hands itched for her weapons. Despite her better judgement, however, she did not dodge and roll to retrieve them. The dog left her and returned to her master before coming back. Tallis raised one arched eyebrow, watching the goings on. She could see almost nothing of the man's face, hidden by a hood.

She didn't like that. It didn't make the killing any harder, but it did make determining whether or not to do it a little more difficult.

"I feel as though I am at a severe disadvantage as I have no cloak to hide my own features. I would ask you to put us on level ground," she spoke, her voice wildly accented with years of living on Seheron and with Qunari, though an underlying tone of Ferelden creeping up.

Offering her hand to the dog again, she waited for it to be sniffed before she petted the mabari's head lightly. "And hello. An odd place for a friendly walk, don't you think?"

Tallis was not quick to trust; she was the type of person that would offer a false face of friendship until she could determine a person's usefulness. And, occasionally, she would actually like someone. Very occasionally. The dog, she liked.
Oxen
Posted: Mar 5 2012, 03:58 PM





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Outwardly, Oxen appeared calm. Inwardly, he was flailing.

She wanted him to remove his hood! Just take it off, as if it were as simple as that! He had little doubt that she would take one look at his ruined face, scream, and run away. That or accuse him of being an abomination; that had happened once before. Evidently most abominations had the general appearance of a human with half of their face melted, and while Oxen didn't think his scar was that bad- okay, it was a pretty awful scar- he still didn't savor the idea of terrifying this poor girl.

But then again, she seemed... well, strong willed, if he were any judge. Rose liked her, so that had to be for something, didn't it? she couldn't be all bad if Rose liked her, and perhaps she wouldn't run away. He cleared his throat, tugged his hood down, focusing his single working eye on her face.

"...Rose wanted... to come down here." he murmured in the same soft, well-chosen sort of tone he had used before. The mabari in question bayed happily, running circles for a moment before she trotted over to Oxen and lapped at his palm. The man offered her a soft pet at the ears, then looked nervously to Tallis. Would she run?

Maker, he hoped not. He was tired of people running.
Tallis
Posted: Mar 5 2012, 11:58 PM





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Tallis' eyes widened but only minutely and then narrowed almost immediately as she took in his scar. It must have been a terrible fight - and he lived. Which could mean only that he was very, very lucky or very, very good. Either possibility would be a good thing to have around as long he was on your side. Tallis shifted her gaze to meet the good eye that the man offered her.

"Rose, is it?" she smiled at the mabari and bent to pat her hands on her thighs. "Here, girl."

She wondered, absently what sort of thing could cause such a scar. And how, indeed, a man lived through that. Tallis had scars of her own; some from blades or burns but some, hidden mostly by her armor or her hair, were from whips.

"I can't say that I can appreciate the choice," she smirked a little, shaking her head. "I loathe sand. I'm on my way out of Kirkwall and it's rather impossible to skirt the damn city without touching the stuff. It gets everywhere. Dulls blades, too." Tallis shook her head a little before she straightened after appropriately petting the mabari were she to choose to come near again.

"I suppose manners require - I am Tallis," she cut her own sentence off, setting her hands on her hips. "You may choose to tell me your name or not; these are trying times, I have heard."
Oxen
Posted: Mar 6 2012, 12:46 AM





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Well, she hadn't run off. That was a good sign, he figured, and she didn't seem too terribly frightened of his appearance. She had inner strength, a strange sort of mettle that was simple enough to see in her. He wondered idly how one came to be so strong-willed; but then, she was an elves. Elves had tough lives all over Thedas.

Rose whuffed and trotted over to Tallis, stub of a tail wagging hard. She licked the elf's hand, ears cocked forwards as she focused on her. It wasn't often that she came across someone who could rival her master's strength, but this one seemed like she could. She almost had mabari strength; almost, but not quite, from what she could tell. Humans very rarely had the sort of certainty the mabari were known for. So bogged down in their problems, and they spent much too much time thinking on their pasts. What did a dog, even one so intelligent as herself, care for the past? Yesterday was shed fur; today was a new chew toy just waiting to be found. Or so her mother had always told her.

Oxen cleared his throat when the elf offered her name. 'Tallis' sounded foreign, but not to anywhere he could guess. Not Ferelden, although there was just that hint in her voice that she might have been, and certainly not Orlesian. Anderfels, perhaps? But she didn't have the accent for that. Rose barked, and he remembered abruptly that he probably should give his name, too.

"...Oxen." he told her quietly, after another long moment. "...Rose... likes to dig in the sand." the dog in question sat with what might have been a nod, looking between the two of them for a moment. Oxen searched for something more to say; it was so difficult to know how to act around others. If he had known how to before, well, he could hardly remember that. And an elf, a female elf, who probably did not trust him as far as she could throw him. How did one... converse... with someone like that? He furrowed his eyebrows, looking from side to side.

"...I... er... I didn't mean to... frighten you. Earlier."

Smooth, Oxen. Very smooth.
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