Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)
Tamonten -> Anyone
Too large, too small, too crooked, Tamonten tossed another branch over her shoulder into the growing pile. It was hard enough to find any branches at all in that place, let alone one suited for her needs. Needs? Nay, her demands! After she had collected a pile of discarded wood large enough to make it seem as though she was trying to build an escape raft, the lithe woman finally found what she was looking for. A surprisingly smooth stick, the perfect length and width for her machinations, with just the slightest of upward curves. The possessed swordswoman would have taken the time to whittle it into a more appropriate shape with an easier grip but she didn't have the equipment -- or the patience, for that matter. Perfect! The pale-skinned girl mentally exclaimed with a grin, though certainly not out loud, she wouldn't want anybody to find out what she was up to with her new-found rod. With her search completed, it was time to find a more secluded spot on the beach.
She made her way onto the sand barefooted, choosing not to risk any damage to her fey garments on the trip and instead using the swimsuit provided for her. It wasn't like clothing was going to really matter anyway. Tamonten's feet tingled with the warmth and texture of the sand, which only made her grin wider as she traveled. The beach would be the perfect place for her alone time once she had found the right spot, she was proud of the idea. Indeed, it seemed her choice was approved by fate itself, as she found a nice section of the beach secluded by rocks and small cliffs. Once she was on that more private section of sand, the pale-skinned swordswoman gripped the wood in anticipation. "This is the perfect place to practice my left-handed swordsmanship!"
The pale girl was eager to start at the basics, trying to maneuver her improvised sword with some measure of the grace she could manage with her right hand. It wasn't often that she got to open a door with her left hand, let alone take up a sword with it without needing her right hand to guide it. If nothing interrupted her training, Tamonten might remain at it for the better part of a day.
She could not quite rightly recall just how she arrived to the island... here? Here it was safe from... what? What had she been fighting against, or running from? Not a single relevant memory surfaced to help, and the engineered Dragoness sucked in a deep, toothy breath. She had awoken not long ago on an island with people of many kinds present, and elected to quietly explored and inspect the terrain, the architecture and the people without engaging in any deep conversation. Now she rested in a ungainly pile under a arched palm tree, feeling lightheaded and dizzy at first, before basic senses arrived to calmly notify the clumsily seated female that the swaying tree above her thankfully blocked some of the sunlight out of her sharp, pale-yellow optics. Surrounded by trees of varying types in what seemed to be a lightly wooded place, rocks framed this part of the quiet island, the scent of the sea breezing past the Giantess, caressing her thick-set and curvy frame tenderly and without urgency. Slowly rising to a more comfortable seating position, the giant female blinked and inspected her surroundings more with a keen, strategic eye; it was beautiful for it's colorful and cool flora despite the heat of the sun, settling amongst better defined shapes like the trees and the rocks...
Then she listened, hearing very little save for the occasional sound a mere beast made, be it a flying creature or something shifting around elsewhere. It was almost paradise, had Zaro possessed an understanding regarding the concept of Heaven and Hell in their most depicted forms; merely Existence or Nothingness, for now she was quite blissfully ignorant about serving some higher being to potentially earn a second life some-where else. In reality she lived and reality only, the beastly humanoid grunted and rose in a ambling manner, feeling no powerful urge to do anything right now, save for examining herself. Garbed in a
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of soft off-white hues, a lighter shade colored the silky shawl around her broad shoulders, both hiding and hinting her figure as it flowed loosely to her knees, with a belt and attached pair of pouches containing little more then a piece of solid, shap-edged flint.
She began to rise to naturally armored feet and explored, slightly hunched and prepared to react should something interrupt her serene laziness, and took up the improvised training spear which was a small source of individual pride; upon learning about the island she had found this quiet spot and allowed some formerly neglected creativity to usher forth, the flint was a suitable find amongst all the rockery and the sturdy, heavy branch was one of a few she could find that suited its intended purpose. It was certainly too large for a normal humanoid to use one handed, but with her size, strength and talent it was quite natural.
There was a beach adjacent to this, she had found it during the aimless wanderings. With it's many secluded spots thanks to the generous amount of rock scattered around and jutting out of the sand, easily reached via the island proper, or from the short cliffs where she now headed, soon to stand above and watch the waves gently break up on the rocky edge of the sandy beach. It was very peaceful indeed... and yet, the silence was broken by a single, feminine voice that whispered into the air. Tilting her skull and thrumming out a light rumble, Zaro sought to seek out the originator of the voice, for she could not see it from here.
There were paths to and fro littered all over the island, so travel was not a difficult matter at all, and the Giantess soon found herself touching the sand with naked dragonic feet and rounding a wall of rockery... to see the side of a slim, pale-skinned woman practicing with a improvised training tool, or so she safely assumed from the sometimes-awkward gesture. Lacking any more then the bare essentials for social interaction, Zaro did not see any issue with watching, however subtly, and remained quiet and unobtrusive, leaning against the silvery rock to thoughtfully hold her own 'weapon'.
