Kadina
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Post by Kadina on Sept 14, 2015 18:28:07 GMT -6
The hot desert sand spit about in tiny twisters across the shifting dunes. A storm was brewing in the dry heat of Gerudo Valley, where nothing but spirits and death loomed, of which Kadina would be joining if she didn't find shelter. She knew the desert well, as her tribe of bandits had found refuge in the canyons beyond the wasteland hundreds of years ago. They had navigated the lifeless terrain and conquered it many times as they hunted and fought for survival. It was late afternoon judging from the orb of hellfire that stalked across the sky day after day. It was turning a red-orange hue and growing in size by the distortion of the planet's atmosphere as it neared the horizon. Kadina tightly pulled a tattered black cloak around her to keep the kicking sand from lacerating her bare skin. It was picking up more ferociously now. The wind that tossed it was now howling and gearing up to roar. She wore leather boots that came up to her mid calf and were beginning to chafe her as sand fell in between the boot and her skin, yet her pace did not falter. A single red scarf was wrapped around her face with only a slit to peer out from and the hood of her cloak pulled over and down past her eyes. She trekked vigorously though the shifting sediment. Finally, though the wind was growing thick with sand, she could see the outline of an unmoving dune. A cave. She had sought shelter there once before, but that was many years ago and it was likely infested with cobras, keese, stalfos and goddesses know what else. Regardless, she stood a better chance in the pit of an infested cave than she did against the swallow of the scorching sandstorm.
Tag: Faro/Blade
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 14, 2015 0:03:30 GMT -6
This is stupid. The wind howled around him, and by association, his bodily roommate.
You could have stayed behind. Came the quick reply as sand threatened to tear away at him.
I would have, but you brought me along in case you were caught in a sandstorm. The airborne granules found little purchase against the fibers of his clothing, enhanced and strengthened by the other.
Then I guess my preparedness paid off. He answered, still trekking through the storm of dust.
That's no reason to not bother looking for shelter! The other rumbled in his mind as he passed a half-buried slab of stone that faced the oncoming storm directly, and offered decent protection for the elements, air and earth in this case.
It is when I have you protecting me. He responded, the enhanced clothing provided excellent protection against most forms of damage, and could repair itself in the rare event that such repairs were necessary. The only thing it did not cover on its own was his face.
Whatever, It grumbled, sulking as they continued to walk. You know that stupid mask can't protect you forever. He was indeed wearing a mask, chosen for its thin eye slits that allowed him to see without exposing too much to the sand. The other was correct though, and the snout of the Ketone's likeness was starting to take a beating. He sighed audibly and kept walking
Several hours passed and the other bugged him again, something about how stupid it would be to keep walking through a sandstorm in the growing darkness with his only face protection being a ridiculous and half destroyed mask. Quietly, he agreed and starting glancing around, looking for a place to call home for the night. Visibility was of course low, yet he was still to see something in the distance. The wind shifted slightly as he began to make his way toward the object, hoping to find some shelter and perhaps save his mask.
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Kadina
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If you're bored then you're boring.
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Played By: MOjO
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Post by Kadina on Jan 5, 2016 18:09:18 GMT -6
The mouth of the cave was constructed of a large geological mass of stone that arched up like a dome stretching several yards back and then sloped down beneath the dunes like a snaking tunnel. How the phenomenon came to be was a mystery in itself but would harbor even more wonders than one might expect to simply stumble on. Once within the safeguard of the stone sanctuary, Kadina had but a dim sliver of setting sun leaking into the cave in order to locate her flint among various gadgets, gizmos, and stolen goods within her satchel. Hoisted from her shoulder, the gypsy flopped the old leather back-pouch to the ground and knelt to begin scavenging through it. As she procured the sought items, a flint and a small vile of burning-oil, she reached at her hip to unhook a small torch from her belt. The torch was constructed of a foot long iron stave with a cloth wrapped around the tip of it and a leather bound handle. Kadina, holding the torch in one hand, pulled the top off of the vile with her teeth and proceeded to douse the cloth tip. She then propped the torch up on her sack and pulled her dagger from its sheath to strike against the flint. After only a few attempts, a spritely little spark sprung to life and caught the soaked tip of the torch ablaze. It was time to investigate.
tag: Faro/Blade
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jan 28, 2016 11:58:18 GMT -6
With darkness quickly approaching, and the sandstorm showing no signs of slowing down, Faro knew he would have to seek shelter from the raging winds and blinding dust. Either that or eat his dinner seasoned with sand. He saw the mouth of the cave in the setting sun, looking like a mound of rock or a boulder from any side but the front, where an opening was clearly visible. Without any other options, he lit a flame in his hand and descended past the stone entrance.
It was strange to not have the wind blowing on him after spending the whole day walking through it. To not feel the sand trying to bite at him through his clothing and the eye slits of his mask. His hair was full of the stuff, and a wayward motion of his hand sent grains of sands falling from his brown locks to the cave floor below. He headed deeper in, hoping to find a spot somewhat more comfortable than the relatively cramped entrance.
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Kadina
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If you're bored then you're boring.
Posts: 379
Played By: MOjO
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Post by Kadina on Feb 11, 2016 10:15:08 GMT -6
Pulling her hood off with one hand, Kadina held the torch out with the other. It only illuminated so many feet infront of her, but if her memory served her well, there were a couple of wall sconces chiseled into the sandstone with small bowls of oil for burning. She just had to find them.
Staying close to the walls, Kadina cautiously went deeper into the cave. The sound of the howling storm grew faint. Goddesses damn it... I thought the sconces were closer to the entrance... Maybe I should head back.
Suddenly, the walls in her peripheral vision began to glow and grow in luminance. She jerked her head around, her beads clattering like a bag of bones, and saw a light coming from the passage whence she came.
Before the bandit had time to douse her flame, a figure was emerging into view. Kadina grabbed her dagger and took a fighting stance.
"That's far enough.." She spoke at a low volume but her words carried through the cavern. Like privacy glass, the glow from her torch made her visible to the intruder but its glare from her angle made it difficult to see who she was facing.
There was a sienna-colored, clay-based paint smeared across her cheeks and her stance spoke for itself of her experience. What was less noticeable, however, were the weapons she had tucked away in every nook and cranny of her body that she could keep them without injuring herself. Her skin bared the scars of many battles and even a few fresh wounds here and there – something the sand loved working its grit into. Her hair fell at various layers, dark as night and riddled with charms sparkling like the stars from the light of her torch. Along with the charms were beads, braids, and the occasional dried mud caked here and there. Her hygiene suffered, but then again she had been wandering the desert. There wasn't a pool of water for miles.
With her arm raised up and out for defense, she caught a whiff of herself.
Oh fuck. Damn this man if my scent alone doesn't ward him off. Geez.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Mar 2, 2016 15:16:11 GMT -6
He advanced down the stairs until he heard her tell him to stop, the flame in his hand providing the same effect to him, leaving them both as islands of light cloaked by the darkness of the cave. He recognized this woman, remembering that of all the heroes, she had never come to trust him. "You're that thief, Kadina." He said once he recognized her past the flickering of the torch's flames. He was covered in his own share of dust, but his immunity saved him from sweating the way she did. He knew better than to ask what she was doing when there wasn't any trust between them to begin with, so begin voicing his recognition, he was a bit at a loss for words. "Still haven't been caught, I see." He said after an abnormally long pause. "You can put your weapon down, at least. I'm not going hurt you." All of his sentences were accompanied by a look that blended puzzled and uncomfortable. His stance remaining neutral besides holding the fireball with an outstretched hand.
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