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Fun Fact: Arkon edition!
As some of you noticed when I roleplay Arkon, I try to use what would be considered 'Old Speech' for lack of a better term. Examples of this is when I have him say "have not" instead of "haven't" or "should not" instead of "shouldn't". This is because the time period I want Arkon to be from is when Grammar wasn't entirely developed yet and people weren't shortening their words. It also took him a while to learn common and he learned from watching travelers and soldiers from the forest.
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"How is she so comfortable with how her body shifts and changes? It almost as if she has no default shape and takes whatever form she prefers."
"She has been the first Cybertronian to see me and not immediately wish me harm. How curious."
"Would adopting her be strange?"
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Truth walks over to a table in the corner, tosses his pack on the floor before he flops down in the chair and lays his head on the table. "I need a drink...."
"Sure. What would you like?"-asked Liara, approaching him. It had been a busy day, but things had luckily winded down a bit in the tavern by the point he arrived. "Rough day?"
Truth glanced up at the woman who had approached him and the first ting to catch his eyes were the scarring on her face. His eyes went back to hers as he sat up and sighed. "That is putting it mildly. "I'll take an Ale."
Zaihnaeth blinked, surprised. Well... Some people would say the same about her because they didn't know her.
She got out of the shallows and, after grabbing her armor, she slithered till she was next to him, coiled and spread her wings so they'd dry too.
"You told me what happened in the past, and I know some people would most likely tell me you're dangerous, that I'm naïve for trusting you... But they don't know you like I do. They haven't seen how kind you can be."
She paused. "My friends and family would trust you too, if you were ever interested in meeting them."-she offered. She knew Arkon had a lonely life, and that complete isolation wasn't good... But she wouldn't force it either. It was up to him.
Arkon's eyes opened and he looked at her as she made her offer. To meet her family, to meet others who may very well reject him as they could equally accept him. Should he risk it? Expose himself to others and maybe, just maybe, allow himself a chance at normalcy for once in his long life? "I will.....Consider it. It has been some time and I confess my socialization skills have.....Diminished."
Zaihnaeth nodded. "No pressure. Just know the offer is there, should you ever want to take it."
She smiled a bit. "Don't sell yourself so short, Arkon. You haven't done that badly interacting with me, you know?"
"I am aware of this, but not everyone can be like you. I will consider it seriously and I will let you know next we meet." Arkon sighed before he gave a smile. She was right. If he could get along with her, maybe he should give it a shot.
Zaihnaeth took that part of her armor off so he could take a look, shivering a bit as he touched them.
"No soreness nor pain. I feel the skin a bit tight and sensitive due to the scars, but it doesn't stop me from flying. It will also get better the next time I molt, so it's fine."
"That is excellent to hear. Just be sure not to push yourself too far. While you feel healed, often there is still underlying damage still recovering." Arkon smiled and moved away, now standing in front of Zaihnaeth once more. He had some fresh injuries himself, but they already seemed to be in the late stages of healing, some on his snout while the majority was on his limbs.
"No worries, I know how to take care of myself. Can't protect others if I'm hurt, you know?" Whether the queen respected the time she needed though... But she'd cross that river if it even happened in the first place.
"Speaking of..."-she approached him and took a look at his new wounds. "Who did this to you?"
Zaihnaeth tended to be kind, until someone hurt someone she cared about. And yes, she knew it was likely they were already dead since it was Arkon they were talking about, but still...
"Some large creature, something I had not see before. From how it looked, it had been hunted before. A spear was still in it's hide. We fought, I won. I walked away wounded, but I am fine." Arkon turned his gaze to watch her, see how she examined his wounds and he chuckled. He healed quickly and these wounds were not his worst, but he still understood Zaihnaeth's worry.
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Zaihnaeth took that part of her armor off so he could take a look, shivering a bit as he touched them.
"No soreness nor pain. I feel the skin a bit tight and sensitive due to the scars, but it doesn't stop me from flying. It will also get better the next time I molt, so it's fine."
"That is excellent to hear. Just be sure not to push yourself too far. While you feel healed, often there is still underlying damage still recovering." Arkon smiled and moved away, now standing in front of Zaihnaeth once more. He had some fresh injuries himself, but they already seemed to be in the late stages of healing, some on his snout while the majority was on his limbs.
Zaihnaeth blinked, surprised. Well... Some people would say the same about her because they didn't know her.
She got out of the shallows and, after grabbing her armor, she slithered till she was next to him, coiled and spread her wings so they'd dry too.
"You told me what happened in the past, and I know some people would most likely tell me you're dangerous, that I'm naïve for trusting you... But they don't know you like I do. They haven't seen how kind you can be."
She paused. "My friends and family would trust you too, if you were ever interested in meeting them."-she offered. She knew Arkon had a lonely life, and that complete isolation wasn't good... But she wouldn't force it either. It was up to him.
Arkon's eyes opened and he looked at her as she made her offer. To meet her family, to meet others who may very well reject him as they could equally accept him. Should he risk it? Expose himself to others and maybe, just maybe, allow himself a chance at normalcy for once in his long life? "I will.....Consider it. It has been some time and I confess my socialization skills have.....Diminished."
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Arkon approached Naihnaeth as he done during their previous visits, but this time, he gently nudged her with his head as an affectionate gesture.
"Hey, Arkon." She smiled at the affection, gently hugging his head in answer. "It's good to see you."
She wasn't hurt this time, and she seemed to have completely recovered from the wounds the queen had inflicted on her the last they met.
"I am glad to see you recovered. Any lingering soreness or pain?" Arkon moved to look at her back, his eyes examining where the wound were before as he used a hand to touch them gently.
She blinked as she saw the size of the fish. "Wow, that's big. I had heard those fish never stopped growing, but... Well. In normal conditions, I wouldn't get into the water in nature, since it makes my wings quite heavy."
She waited until he was done with it before sliding and coiling in the shallows.
"Actually... Think you could help me putting the salve on my wounds? It's a bit hard for me to reach."
She blushed even more as he brushed her feathers close to the base of her wings, which twitched slightly. Yeah, definitely sensitive, and it felt good.
Luckily for her, it wasn't for too long, and they relaxed after he moved away. She was surprised when he took her claw in his, but she didn't pull away. He'd feel she had another scar on the palm.
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"Many would find reasons to say why you should not, but I do not care for their views or words. Yours matter to me far more. Thank you." Arkon gave a smiled before he moved away from her swimming back to the shore. He climbed back onto it like a crocodile, shaking the water from his protofeathers before he moved to lay in some sunlight to finish drying.
"Hey- I found a bottle of elvish liquor... wanna ditch this place?"
"Down by the lake maybe... Not a lot of other people there. Anywhere less stuffy than this gala."
She turned and casually strode along, exiting the party grounds and traversing the grassy field down to the lakeshore. There were much fewer people down here and it was a much more temperate atmosphere. "Way nicer down here..." she said as she reached into her blouse and pulled out a bottle.
Truth was admiring the scenery of the lake before he turned to face her, his eyes widening for a moment as he saw her storage for the bottle, causing the hunter to chuckle. He brought his gaze back to her eyes before he spoke, his brow raised. "You don't like stuffy parties like that, do you?"
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