Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 3:26:34 GMT
 | Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100% |
Crouched down. Plucking the straggler that had grown off from the vast sea of it's brethren. A soft flower, with gentle thorns that would not break through the leather of his gloves, the petals golden and strangely reflective of the sun, as if a glowing mirror of yellow and colour. A tender sniff of it's scent, under the cloth hood over his head; a gentle fragrance, but not strong enough to overpower. Releasing a sigh, the Shaman stood up from his crouched position, allowing the flower between his forefinger and thumb to be caught by the wind, it's helpless form disappearing in the direction of the grove. It had been a while since he had been here.
"Hmm." That was all he had to mention, a short hum against his lips as he glanced out across the field of flowers. Dorian glanced down at his body, clad now in a new set of gear more tailored to his level; quite flashy in materials, but plain and effective in appearance, just how he liked it. Most of his body was still clad in leather, though there was more variation in it's appearance, no longer uniform in colour and shape like his previous attire; the Stratford Arms weren't much for appearances. His belt, hood, and waist cape were special accessories however, boosting several stats up for himself. He felt invigorated in this attire, and he was ready to test out his newly found capabilities and durability.
What was he doing in the Savill Flower Grove, you ask? Good question. Ever since his last visit here, which was some time ago, Dorian had felt something odd stirring in his memory; like there was an anomaly he hadn't quite spotted before. Now that he was re-linked with a new Shikigami, the anomaly became easier to read and decipher, and Aurelia had suggested investigating the area once again to see what it was that was calling him back here. Do you think we'll find anything? The fox tail spirit was as curious as he was - to be expected, when they shared almost one mind, one soul - but the Shaman felt sceptical. "This is a low level area, for all intents and purposes... Whatever we do find, if we even discover something, won't be worth our time. But who knows, maybe someone will be interested in it."
I'd feel more comfortable if we had someone else to rely on... Going this alone makes me nervous, Aurelia replied succinctly, stating her concerns. She and Dorian told each other most everything, mainly due to the fact that they couldn't really hide anything from one another anyway. Sharing one mind space tends to remove the normal boundaries of privacy. "I can call someone to join us, if you'd like?" The other part of sharing a mind was emotions; whatever one of them felt, the other could sense the ripples of that, and often their own feelings could be influenced. If Aurelia was nervous, it would undoubtedly make Dorian just so. I'd rather have some concrete stuff to bring to others before we go asking for help on a whim.
"Understood," Dorian replied, nodding his head before lifting his hands up to the hem of his cloth hood, pulling it back off his head and letting it crumple neatly around the back of his neck, clinging to his nap and the leather armour it was attached to. Shaking his hair out to let it sit comfortably on his scalp, his mane remained curled and messy, a ragged, attractive mop that caught the gentle breeze and cooled him down somewhat as he moved further through the jungle of flowers and gardens that had long since claimed this grove. Noticing a dense tree-line off in the distance, Dorian squinted his eyes and crouched down once again, this time in an attempt to use the sun's light to glance between the trees.
Oddly, it was difficult to see what was lurking past the line of trees, as if something was blocking the light and hindering vision, despite the trees not really being clumped together that densely. Suspicious, and it gave off an odd vibe that the Shaman could not leave alone. "Time to investigate," he mumbled to himself, standing up in stride and walking through the dense thickets of flowers and bushes towards the path that led toward the trees, his waist cape fluttering behind him as the wind caught it, his leather gloves creaking as he clenched his fists, readying himself for any sort of sudden changes that might occur.
"Hmm." That was all he had to mention, a short hum against his lips as he glanced out across the field of flowers. Dorian glanced down at his body, clad now in a new set of gear more tailored to his level; quite flashy in materials, but plain and effective in appearance, just how he liked it. Most of his body was still clad in leather, though there was more variation in it's appearance, no longer uniform in colour and shape like his previous attire; the Stratford Arms weren't much for appearances. His belt, hood, and waist cape were special accessories however, boosting several stats up for himself. He felt invigorated in this attire, and he was ready to test out his newly found capabilities and durability.
What was he doing in the Savill Flower Grove, you ask? Good question. Ever since his last visit here, which was some time ago, Dorian had felt something odd stirring in his memory; like there was an anomaly he hadn't quite spotted before. Now that he was re-linked with a new Shikigami, the anomaly became easier to read and decipher, and Aurelia had suggested investigating the area once again to see what it was that was calling him back here. Do you think we'll find anything? The fox tail spirit was as curious as he was - to be expected, when they shared almost one mind, one soul - but the Shaman felt sceptical. "This is a low level area, for all intents and purposes... Whatever we do find, if we even discover something, won't be worth our time. But who knows, maybe someone will be interested in it."
I'd feel more comfortable if we had someone else to rely on... Going this alone makes me nervous, Aurelia replied succinctly, stating her concerns. She and Dorian told each other most everything, mainly due to the fact that they couldn't really hide anything from one another anyway. Sharing one mind space tends to remove the normal boundaries of privacy. "I can call someone to join us, if you'd like?" The other part of sharing a mind was emotions; whatever one of them felt, the other could sense the ripples of that, and often their own feelings could be influenced. If Aurelia was nervous, it would undoubtedly make Dorian just so. I'd rather have some concrete stuff to bring to others before we go asking for help on a whim.
"Understood," Dorian replied, nodding his head before lifting his hands up to the hem of his cloth hood, pulling it back off his head and letting it crumple neatly around the back of his neck, clinging to his nap and the leather armour it was attached to. Shaking his hair out to let it sit comfortably on his scalp, his mane remained curled and messy, a ragged, attractive mop that caught the gentle breeze and cooled him down somewhat as he moved further through the jungle of flowers and gardens that had long since claimed this grove. Noticing a dense tree-line off in the distance, Dorian squinted his eyes and crouched down once again, this time in an attempt to use the sun's light to glance between the trees.
Oddly, it was difficult to see what was lurking past the line of trees, as if something was blocking the light and hindering vision, despite the trees not really being clumped together that densely. Suspicious, and it gave off an odd vibe that the Shaman could not leave alone. "Time to investigate," he mumbled to himself, standing up in stride and walking through the dense thickets of flowers and bushes towards the path that led toward the trees, his waist cape fluttering behind him as the wind caught it, his leather gloves creaking as he clenched his fists, readying himself for any sort of sudden changes that might occur.
Coded by @serenityspace of LH
