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Post by Shinga on Jun 16, 2009 19:46:55 GMT -5
 A humming green cicada buzzed to a landing upon a drooping, elongated ear. Said ear jerked violently and the chattering cicada was sent on its way again. Shinga flicked her ear to rid herself of the lingering sensation of tiny, clinging legs clutching at her short hair and stared into the space over her shoulder, watching the spiny insect dart off through the mountain breeze. Relaxing somewhat, she shuffled her legs and rolled her shoulders to loosen the slightly stiffened muscles that locked up the joints. Scattered giggling came from a pack of younger kids hopping along the rocks behind her, wanting to watch the "guard" on "guard duty" and hoping to perhaps even see her fight off some horrid beast that came roaring over the ridges. Or freeze and fall. Either would do. The position was utterly pointless though, as it had proved to be in past years. Only the saying of “Rather be safe than sorry”, as it was common among the satyrs, kept the practice up. All Shinga did was pace along the ridge overlooking the village and drag a slender wooden club around for an hour before handing the harmless stick off to another young satyr. The village remained quiet and safe and undisturbed. Looking down the slope, the eight-year-old satyress (it was assumed by humans that the satyrs physically aged twice as quickly as they did) could see said village now: Balanced on the mountainside, the humble little houses were fit right into the rock. Some hut walls were non-existent as a slab of stone rising out of the earth served in its place. The wooden cabins varied hugely in size; some were only large enough to store supplies as the owners may have preferred sleeping with a view of the night sky, while others could fit nearly a dozen people. Their only use though, was for sleep and shelter from weather. The people of the mountains were afflicted by a lust to roam and wander and run nearly as much as their animal “ancestors” did. Said ancestors: the goats. Hundreds of goats (both wild and domestic, which the satyr claimed found their way into the mountains themselves) shared the surrounding mountain range and village with them, weaving between huts as they sought out patches of the fragrant brush that grew only in those mountains or leaping amongst the rocks in playful chasing games. The creatures were sacred to the satyr people. In their minds, one’s soul does not ascend to a higher plane of living upon death; why leave this one plane in the first place? Life was good here. No, one’s spirit must certainly take up a new body; a body fit to match however fairly or poorly the soul lived their previous life. As living care-free among the mountains in the company of a protecting herd was the ideal life, it would only make sense to be given a body made to do just so if one’s life had been good; a goat. How could it be any other way? Something rough and round bounced off of the back of Shinga’s neck, but her surprised whirl was stopped mid-movement as her limbs became rigid, nearly causing her to topple over (in her case, such a feat would no doubt prove fatal as the slope was extremely steep). The thrown pinecone clattered down the rocks, scattering off several shaggy, white goats from where they had been lazing in the morning sun below. The startled expression was frozen on her face, and the young kids burst into bleating laughter. Of course, if the village was peaceful from trouble without, it was not safe from troubles within. If the satyr’s numbers were few, the “fainting” satyrs’ were even fewer. In fact, they were downright rare. Not even the “fainting” satyrs themselves knew what mortifying affliction held their few people in its clutches. The other satyrs knew only this; they were quite amusing to scare. As Shinga did not know it (as she also did not know exactly who her father was, for in the satyr society blood-family means nothing, and once she was born she was adopted by the herd as a whole along with all the other new kids) only half of her blood was that of the “fainting” satyr’s, though the affliction was still as strong as if the blood was pure. If the satyrs were not an arrogant race, they were certainly proud, seeing themselves as the closest to their sacred goats and many carried themselves with a regal bearing. However, Shinga merely hunched her shoulders and continued along the ridge, steeling herself for any more projectiles sent her way. OOC|| Way too rambling for my tastes, but I’m no good at explaining things in “story” form.  Aw well. || |
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Post by Slayer on Jun 16, 2009 20:52:06 GMT -5
((Well damn...
I guess I should go back to my post in the RP thread and fix it a bit. I made it seem like the fainting Satyr were common place in the village I traveled to. ))
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Post by Shinga on Jun 17, 2009 1:53:45 GMT -5
OOC|| Yeah, only about 1/10 satyrs are myotonic  || |
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Post by Slayer on Jun 17, 2009 1:56:45 GMT -5
((Well...
I only had four or five people do it. I'm assuming there's like, 60 people in the village, so that ratios out pretty well. ))
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Post by Shinga on Jun 17, 2009 2:05:33 GMT -5
OOC|| Awright ^^ ||
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Post by Slayer on Jun 17, 2009 2:10:45 GMT -5
(( I <3 goats, but I don't really like people... So really, I would like a goat person as much as a regular person would like another person.
My dad's favorite animal has been the goat since he was like, 5 and that's rubbed off on me... ))
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Post by WJChesek ((Evern)) on Jun 17, 2009 11:11:25 GMT -5
((Just read it... I laughed... Out loud... It's rare for that to happen when I'm not watching/talking to someone physically.))
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Post by theredbaron on Jun 17, 2009 11:28:21 GMT -5
((Just read it... I laughed... Out loud... It's rare for that to happen when I'm not watching/talking to someone physically.)) As did I. I bow before your superior wirting skills, and ability to make lulz. /bow |
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Post by Shinga on Jun 17, 2009 13:59:38 GMT -5
OOC|| xD Yay! I made Evern lawl!
And wow, thank you Walder! ^^
Also, Slayah-Hateh, a village of 60 is about as big as you'll ever find a village. The reason the one Slayer found so low on the mountainside near the flatlands was probably because food's more plentiful closer to the foothills. Up at Shinga's place the village buildings are situated in a little nook where two mountian peaks fork out of the range (but it's not a valley, just a gap) and are either supported by short stilts on one side and stick a few feet into the air or are crammed into the rocks like a really STRONG "special" person crams the square block into the circle slot.
That, and with all the sacred goats running around, most of the food the satyrs there can find are tubers and roots growing in the ground and berries and small fruits in some trees, bushes and brambles. Obviously they don't- can't, even- eat meat, and with such a food supply their numbers can't get very big or they risk starvation. So her village only consists of approximately 25 people.
EDIT: And in case someone didn't know, 'satirized' means 'to be mocked just for being yourself', so it's sort of a play on words. Satire, satyr, she's a fainting goat, so she's mocked, etc... Heh.. ||
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Post by theredbaron on Jun 17, 2009 16:55:29 GMT -5
EDIT: And in case someone didn't know, 'satirized' means 'to be mocked just for being yourself', so it's sort of a play on words. Satire, satyr, she's a fainting goat, so she's mocked, etc... Heh.. || You truly are the master of wordplay. *kneels on ground and worships while constructing a church for Shinganism* Oh, and if my fish-people ever meet up with your people, I'll use the description of your village in my post  |
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Post by Shinga on Jun 17, 2009 17:41:14 GMT -5
EDIT: And in case someone didn't know, 'satirized' means 'to be mocked just for being yourself', so it's sort of a play on words. Satire, satyr, she's a fainting goat, so she's mocked, etc... Heh.. || You truly are the master of wordplay. *kneels on ground and worships while constructing a church for Shinganism* Oh, and if my fish-people ever meet up with your people, I'll use the description of your village in my post OOC|| Hey, thanks, but I'm not that great <  And sure, that's fine. I think I'll get a sketchy of that up too ^^ What're your fish-people called? And what do they look like? Mermaids/ mermen? || |
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Post by Shinga on Jun 17, 2009 18:20:59 GMT -5
OOC|| The village:  || |
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Post by theredbaron on Jun 17, 2009 20:19:10 GMT -5
You truly are the master of wordplay. *kneels on ground and worships while constructing a church for Shinganism* Oh, and if my fish-people ever meet up with your people, I'll use the description of your village in my post OOC|| Hey, thanks, but I'm not that great < And sure, that's fine. I think I'll get a sketchy of that up too ^^ What're your fish-people called? And what do they look like? Mermaids/ mermen? || Like this  No, seriously. They look like this, but taller, able to stand up, have alligator-like tails, and with a smaller fin on their heads. They are also tougher looking... ...And some have mustaches... |
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Post by Shinga on Jun 17, 2009 20:34:00 GMT -5
OOC|| Hey, thanks, but I'm not that great < And sure, that's fine. I think I'll get a sketchy of that up too ^^ What're your fish-people called? And what do they look like? Mermaids/ mermen? || Like this No, seriously. They look like this, but taller, able to stand up, have alligator-like tails, and with a smaller fin on their heads. They are also tougher looking... ...And some have mustaches... |
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Post by theredbaron on Jun 17, 2009 20:41:10 GMT -5
Like this No, seriously. They look like this, but taller, able to stand up, have alligator-like tails, and with a smaller fin on their heads. They are also tougher looking... ...And some have mustaches... how did u no? |
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