Lady Orca out on a stroll...

#ukhaantai #haha i return with crappy replies

Ida nodded along with Oyuna. She was correct. The sea and land were not so different, save for the sea being darker due to lack of sunlight at times. Most times. Ida couldn’t understand a preference for water temperatures. The goat had grown up in the cold, why would water make a difference? But, the orca supposed, this was looking at it from a sea creatures perspective. She was most comfortable in water, it was her home. It was to be expected that one that did not grow up as such would see things differently. “Hmm?” Ida asked, raising her eyebrows, “Oh, do I like cold water? It has never really bothered me. I was born in cold water, I suppose I am just used to it. I travel so much, I never find a preference for temperature.”

Her gut wrenched as instinct kicked in faster than any further inclination to stay and observe – she managed to catch herself from actually bolting, but by then she’d half-heeded the orca’s plea and taken at least 3 steps back. The encroachment of red in her eyes was alarming, and she definitely did not want to end up putting herself in harm’s way because she tried to help when she couldn’t. For all she knew she could potentially make the situation much more painful or worse. But there Oyuna stayed, bending a little towards the orca to address her still.

“Please stay calm. If you lose yourself to panic you will succumb faster and have no chance at all.”

If she had her master’s ability there would be little issue with this: she had seen a few times how people were brought from the brink of hysteria to quiet resignation (which made for an easier passing? Perhaps) when he worked his magic. But now by her lonesome she only had her words, which could be so useless at these times but all she could work with.

“You are still alive, so there’s still some possibility that you can endure it. Please breathe deeply and try not to escape the pain. It will keep you conscious.”

Ida had to curl in on herself slightly, fighting a scream. Oyuna was right, she had to try not to panic. She tried to even her breathing, but it felt impossible. Razors laced her breath, toxin flowed through her, boiling and bubbling in her flesh. She could not escape the pain, though she had tried. She tried to keep herself aware of it, but she felt a distance in herself, a growing numbness. She suddenly sat back on her heals, inhaling deeply, before she sagged, her head hanging low. She tried to force a word out, but she was so weak... “No...” a ghost of the word hissed out in a last act of defiance against the red forcing itself in on her mind.

Naturally it was that the smirk brought about another small twinge of discomfort, though if the orca was pitching for any further response there would be none save for a light scraping of a hoof against the ground. Let those things just be in the past – little point in being defensive over something so small and with someone of such stature. Don’t make trouble.

“Ah, yes. People are more willing to help those who don’t have bad blood between them; regardless of how kind they are, I would believe. If you could be so kind to relay my request to her, that’d be very much appreciated. I…really would like her to help.”

A bow of her head as she paused in thought. One couldn’t wholly expect someone to be willing to help a complete stranger after all. Some protectiveness towards a precious domain wouldn’t be all that strange.

“Is the ocean a very cold place to live? Where I come from, it is very icy, so I’m curious as to how it is. If this witch friend of yours declines, could you perhaps tell me a little info?”

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It looked like it was time to visit the domain of the sea witch once again. How the shark would respond to that, the orca wondered with an amused turn in her lips. “Hmm?” she raised her eyebrows, “Oh, I suppose it depends where in the ocean you are. It can be quite warm in some places. The water can be cold initially, but you get used to it,” she assured the other creature. “What would you like to know?”

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Gore/torture starters! Bon Appetit!

“Let’s see how much I can cut away before you pass out, shall we? Count with me now…” “If you had to pick, which finger can you do without?” “This place looks very plain right now. Don’t worry, I’ll decorate it with your intestines soon.” “I found this tube. I thought it’d fit nicely down your throat… Open up!” “Any last words before I thread your lips together?” “Left or right eye, which one have you always wanted to see dangling down your cheek?” “The butchers was shut already, so I’ll just have to come up with something else for tonight’s dinner, won’t I?” “Don’t worry, I’ll patch you up when I’m done. I just want to have a look inside…” “Tell me, which of these knives would you like me to use? I can’t make up my mind.” “Let’s see how long you can keep quiet for. Now try your best for me, please, I love watching them keep their screams in, until they can’t anymore… So satisfying.” “Hey, hey, sshhhh darling, you’re not dying yet.” “Do try not to be sick… You wouldn’t want to choke on it, and that gag is hard to clean.” “I brought you some water. You can have a sip for every sip of blood you’ll let me take.” “Sing a song while I work. I have wanted to make a painting on your back with your own blood for days now, but I’m lacking some inspiration.” “I know just how to make that pretty face of yours even prettier…” “Oh no, are you hungry? I should remove your stomach…”

Poisoned.

Now that Oyuna had paused and heard the orca out she was beginning to realize those familiar symptoms, even if she hadn’t been told. No one wanderer could roam the plains without at least suffering one or two unfortunate encounters with toxic substances, after all – and sometimes ingesting them was the only way out of devastating situations…

There was no time to waste on useless recollections, however. The goat slowly bent to Ida’s level, both hands raised from her sides but left to hover in midair as she pondered on her options.

“How did this happen? Where were you before? Keep looking at me, and don’t allow yourself to close your eyes.”

Please, she hoped she didn’t have to actually take a life, despite the ominous words of warning.

“Keep breathing, slowly. I can help you if you just stay calm and hold on a while.”

Ida could feel an anger rising inside her that was not her own. Fish out of water indeed. She let out a choking laugh which turned into gasping. Stubborn goat.

“I-” as she started speaking again, “I was fighting.... Someone... They got the jump on me... I was too-” she clutched at her chest, feeling the poison burning at her insides, “I was too confident, I thought he aimed to kill me...” Her eyes widened as she stared at the ground. She looked up at Oyuna as her irises turned the colour of blood.

“Please!” She hissed through clenched teeth. “Please, you need to go!” She lashed an arm out, trying to push the goat away, shoo her so that she wouldn’t be there when the darker aspects of the orca had free reign. She could only hold it back for so long...

Please, I don’t want to kill her... She’d done nothing wrong...

#ukhaantai #poisoned

“…”

To that Oyuna made no further response, save for a slight clearing of her throat and the brief aversion of her gaze to the side. Probably for the best that she was let off the hook, since she knew that she would risk sounding inane and rather silly if she tried to clarify herself. Might as well just leave that in the air then.

Ah, it sounded quite a hassle that the sorceress in question lived right in the ocean itself, though it was not unsurprising either that she would reside in the domain under her charge. Land, seas, the skies, those were tangible zones after all – of course a magic user who governed an area so large wouldn’t have the luxury of traveling far and wide all that much, so she thought.

“That good terms with her?” asked the goat. Asking favors really was an art that she was reluctant and inept with. “I see. Would it be troublesome for her to come up onto the shore? Or - …for you to point her to me, if you please.”

Ida couldn’t pretend to keep scratching her nose to save the goat’s feelings, so she openly smirked, and quirked an eyebrow, but verbally asked no questions. She wondered what might elicit this kind of reaction, but it was none of her business. “Well... Yes, I imagine my previous help would land me in the good terms book with her... She is a kind sort, and willing to help where she can, I think. Can’t hurt to ask, regardless. If she declines, I will inform you, as you would have to look for another witch or spell caster...” Ida hummed as she thought.

She couldn’t imagine Wadanohara saying no, but she didn’t know the witch too well, and she might suspect a trick from someone who had brought a loved one so close to death.

Then again, Ida had also saved the life of a few of her loved ones, so perhaps she would do this out of trust from that occasion. It did not matter much to the orca, but to deny someone the splendour of the world below seemed cruel.

Strange. Who else around these parts would know a creature that came from the water, from somewhere so far away that she’d never even seen before? As far as she knew, this region was so landlocked that it was immensely difficult to even meet with those not of their genus, let alone an entirely different species. Did Ida befriend a predator of theirs from down the slopes?

“You have to be careful of everyone you meet here,” Oyuna interjected worriedly. “Food has always been scarce. Even friends will turn on one another if they’re dying. Are you sure you’re not being tricked? Even if you’re really big and strong…”

At the orca’s inquiry the kid proceeded to shake her head, hands remaining on those white and spindling horns as she spoke.

“I don’t like how we are so often mistaken for them. And the way they live. өлсөхгүй …they don’t need to worry about that, but they are forced to go from place to place, not by their own decision…”

Ida smiled. The small goat was a caring and wary one, which seemed almost contradictory to her. She nodded.

“The one I know is much like yourself, I trust her not eat me, unless she had great justification.”

Ida found this conversation an incredibly humorous one. Speaking of an older version of Oyuna as if they were not one and the same. But would the young creature understand, if she did explain? It would be best not to confuse her any more than the killer whale’s presence already did. “So you would rather the freedom of your own decisions?”

Valuing freedom was admirable, and common in youth. Ida herself valued it highly. She would rather die than be kept in a place against her will, geographically, physically, mentally. She valued all kinds of freedom.

“Sheep are notorious for being followers. Must be an easy life when decisions are made for you...”

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"Or a convention, yeah. Or a party. I dunno? A place where people dressed like the characters they like get together and buy stuff? But…you’ve gotta be cosplaying, c’mon. Why’re you walking around like that, then?”

While not possessing the time or actual interest in participating in things like this the young intern’s eyes were still glinting with fascination as she continued to watch the taller woman. There was a limit to the number of times per month that she could openly flout the rules and skimp on work, after all; plus the fact that she’d never gotten her hands on such media ensured that the metaphorical door was shut for the most part.

"Don’t tell me it’s some kind of hobby of yours," she rattled on. "How long have you been going about with those on your back and head anyway?"

#kakosgiatros #watch out for orca's in the forest little intern??#she gon eat you #careful she is now amused

Ida hummed, not sure how to respond.

At the very least, she think she understood the idea of what the girl was saying... She thought she was dressed up like a character from a book, or something of the sort. A convention must be where groups of these people go. That made more sense to the orca now.

The woman in front of her seemed genuinely curious, and Ida laughed quietly, trying to think of how to respond, revealing her sharp teeth for a brief moment.

“I... Uh, well,” Ida didn’t usually allow humans to get this close. Should she pretend? It was a bit late for that...

“Well.... My whole life...” She said, a smirk slowly growing on her face. Now this would be an interesting exchange.

It wasn’t very often that the surgeon-in-training came across people who were into that genre of performance art, not since she’d moved away from her other like-aged peers and right into the midst of older (and much more drab in lifestyle) practitioners. While not interested in dabbling in it she was always quite intrigued in the level of dedication they placed into those outfits.

Like this woman. That tail even had the lustre and waxy gloss of an actual killer whale’s, as did the fin.

”Yeah, cosplaying.” Was she staying “true to that character”? Was that the phrase…ah, whatever. Huo’s brows drew up in curiosity; she completely missed the note of bewilderment in the other’s tone.

“I didn’t even know there was an event like that around this area, wow. Where is it?”

#kakosgiatros #omfg #like the orca will smile awkwardly in a moment and then wow what sharp teeth you have

Ida glanced around, not sure how to respond. Surely this young woman must have her confused... “Uh.... An event for what, exactly?” she asked, her eyebrows drawing closer together. Was this cosplaying some form of celebration amongst humans? And if so, how would an orca be confused as one of them?

“I can assure you, miss, I’m not cosplaying... Which is what, exactly?” she asked with a tight smile. She was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.

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“Hey yo, I like your suit jacket. But what the fuck’s with those props? Is there a con somewhere near here?”

And weren’t cons usually attended by people much younger than this woman? Well — not that full grown adults couldn’t obviously, but they were rarer. Right?

“Who’s the character you’re cosplaying?”

#kakosgiatros #omg #omfg #i am laughing

The orca froze, and her brow furrowed. She turned to look at the woman that spoke.

She looked down at herself, and at her tail. She touched a hand to her fin. Props? Con? Ida usually prided herself on knowing things about the human world, but her knowledge was lacking in this area. She cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry.... Cosplaying?” ash asked in a tone conveying her confusion.

Oyuna listened intently to the elder stranger’s words, rectangular pupils occasionally roving from one side to the other as though casting her immensely wide field of vision around them and checking for any possible ambushes — though really she was only deep in thought. To a kid such as herself who very rarely even roamed near the river between the mountains (and even then it was more a strangely shaped sheet of ice than actually flowing water), hearing about the ocean that could be any wider and longer than a river was unbelievable, even ridiculous.

And yet it could be true, no? Just because she hadn’t seen…

Her hands reached up instinctively to grasp at her horns at the mention of her own species, fingers wrapping snugly around the base of them as she piped up tentatively once more.

“Өө , I have not seen that before, no…there is very little water here. They tell me that nothing connects here, or anywhere surrounding this place, except dry land. I…can’t picture it. But I’ve seen fish before! Though they’ve always died once they’re taken out of the water — died of cold and become frozen, like ice…they are also a lot smaller than me…”

Her expression grew just a little more serene as she continued.

“Yes I am, чи байгаа нь зөв билээ . Not a sheep. We are very different.”

The orca would admit, she wasn’t used to children. She wasn’t the best at explaining herself either. Most older people she spoke to had to get used to her brief explanations or her walking away with a mysterious smile on her face.

A child, however, Ida didn’t feel right leaving in the dark. The way the small goat reached up to touch her horns, her big eyes full of wonder at the foreign place the killer whale had vaguely explained.

“Well... It is a long way, to be sure. I wouldn’t usually roam this far inland, but I know someone that lives around here...” she smirked mischievously.

At the mention of fish dying so quickly Ida blinked and leaned back. Then she laughed, loudly. “Small fish have a tendency to do so, but I am much larger than those fish, and I grew up in icy waters. ‘Tis not so easy for me to die.”

She raised her eyebrows slightly. “Yes, sheep I have seen are a lot more shaggy... Puffy,” she mused, “do you not like sheep?”

"Ah — "

Oyuna opened her mouth slightly before she could catch herself from protesting; of course the orca was jesting; the curl in the corner of her lip told her that much — as out of the loop as the familiar was about the other’s home she was pretty clear that large water bodies were meant to be blue-hued. Of course.

Though she did set aside her embarrassment at the mention of a witch that could be of help in this particular regard. The prospect of being able to catch a glimpse of the ocean’s depths, let alone trek underneath the waves…well, that thought was a little frightening to think about, to be frank. Drowning was a cruel and torturous way to die after all, no matter how beautiful the seas she’d end up sinking in were.

But the itinerant within herself was at the same time unwilling to let this opportunity slip. Plus, she could tell her sorcerer about this magic-user once she’d finished this journey; he might be interested in knowing about her, perhaps.

"I’ve only seen pictures of reefs. And fish, many other creatures with tails looking like yours and without. Where can I find this witch?"

“Hmm?” Ida tilted her head. It seemed like Oyuna had been about to say something before she stopped herself. Ida hid a small smile behind a hand as she itched her nose. She decided not to pick the goat up on it. She probably didn’t want to dwell on it. “Well...” the orca started, moving on, “the only magic user I... Am on good terms with, heh.... Well, she already lives in the ocean. Perhaps I could send her in this direction...” Ida trailed off, waiting to see if the goat would ask her to.

Ida, admittedly, was curious about the goat and how quiet she was. She was clearly curious, but wary, sceptical. While the orca understood this, she wondered at what point the goat would admit she wanted something out loud.

"Ida," she repeated, as though having that name firmly committed to memory would ease her mind. "Ida. за. I will call you by that. Everyone calls me Yoon.”

Could she take this person’s word for truth, however? Most predators in this place were far quicker to strike so that their targets had no opportunity to escape their clutches — everyone was desperate to survive here, after all.

"My parents are with the others," the kid stammered; of course she wouldn’t willingly dole out their exact location. "I will go back to them very soon."

The unknown words were turned over in her mind as she tried to make sense of them, but it was impossible. She’d never heard of them before, not yet.

"…I don’t understand what ‘ocean’ and ‘orca’ mean."

#ukhaantai #omg I am laughing #childhood memories

Ida blinked. She scratched her head, and for the first time, let out a nervous laugh. Geez, explaining what she was, what the ocean was, that was a big one...

“Uh... Well...” she started, trying to think of how she could possibly explain it.

“Have you, uh... Ever seen the... Big water? It’s water that never ends. It’s connected to everything.... And... Hrmm...” She looked down at the child.

Yoon was indeed a cute child, to be sure. And she was smart not to readily give away where her parents were, defensively smart.

“You are a goat, yes? I am an orca... Have you seen fish? I....” Ida almost gagged as she said it, “I’m like... A big... Fish....”

@ukhaantai

Height in and of itself was no issue to a young kid with the blood of a wild ram in her veins; she was not in the least bit afraid of tall and hazardous cliff-faces or of the possibility that she would slip on the slushing ice and tumble to her death upon the jagged rocks that lay at the dark bottom of ravines far below. No, she was sure-footed and very confident of her capability to keep her balance perfectly — as much as she was sure of the fact that she needed to keep away from her currently sparring peers midway on this slope.

No, she had no problem with great heights — unless it was of people, and they were casting their towering shadows right over her as she stared.

”Т-Tа юу вэ?” the malnourished young goat stammered, her face blanching to match the colour of her horns. “W-what are you doing here…? I have no food…”

The orca smiled sympathetically at the child. So this is what Oyuna had been like as a child. She showed her emotions much more readily. She wondered what might have happened to make the goat so guarded.

"I am not here to eat you or take your food, little one. I am an ocean dweller, an orca. You can call me Ida, if you wish," she tried to smile in a less intimidating way.

"Where are your parents?" she asked, looking around.

#ukhaantai #childhood memories

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