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 Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 5:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 8:48 am
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==> Show Your True Colors
For someone as outgoing as Skae, he rarely gets an opportunity to interact with other trolls. This can be blamed on the fact that he moves a lot, seeking adventure and shinies with his lusus. When he does meet up with others he's very shy for the first few moments, then gradually starts to warm up as his curiosity is peaked. In a way he's very much like a wild bird. Cautious, curious, and tempted by little coaxing gestures. After a while he'll get used to others, and try not to think too much on how he'll eventually leave them, and possibly destroy what ground he's built. If he ends up meeting the same troll again at a later date, he'll wonder just how much has changed between them and if he'll have to start over from scratch again. This leads him to fall back onto his ingrained habits of being shy and a bit wary.
Taldad often jokes, in a sad and almost regretful manner, that Skae's life can be summarized by cycles. Meet troll, befriend troll, leave, forget about troll, meet troll again, remember troll, and eventually leave said as Skae gives in to the urge to wander away. His behavioral habits in such instances are akin to someone who is prone to forgetting things and simply does them over and over again, eventually recalling that they have in fact done that task already, but then simply shrugs and continues to go through the motions. Only to question themselves an hour or two later if they did do it, or if it was only a figment of their imagination.
While he is very aware of where he stands on the hemospectrum Skae rarely lets it influence his behavior around others. Unless it becomes obvious that such behavior would not be tolerated. Nothing ensures good behavior like the very real threat of getting culled or beaten does. Even then it might end up being a 50-50 situation and figuring out who is faster and more resourceful when it comes down to escaping. After all, one of the first things Taldad ever taught him, was how to use the world to his advantage. This has, of course, backfired spectacularly on him several times in the past.
This even applies to trolls he's met before and trolls that he even genuinely gets along with. There's no telling how much, or even what might have changed for them during the time Skae has spent out of contact. Plus it never hurt to be a bit cautious around others. He wasn't omnipotent like the Empress seemed to be and his ability to read body language could only take him so far.
That said there's something about trolls that always seems to pull him back to seeking out attention. It's not just a biological urge to form bonds, but more along the lines of 'I wish I could do that', or 'I wonder what it would be like if I was like that'. In a way a part of Skae lives on through the stories of others. But deep down, underneath all the superficial reasoning, is the one true urge, and that is for Skae to find someone, or several someone's, that he can feel safe around. Safe enough to smother the need to move constantly, who wouldn't mind sticking up for him and making sure he doesn't get culled just because of his blood color.
But that urge felt more like a dream to him, because again, Skae was very well aware of his place on the hemospectrum, and even in his daydreams there's only so much he could bend to make it believable. But those daydreams and rehashing of stories both personal and fictional aren't the only thing that peaks his curiosity. While he wasn't the sort of troll who had to know everything that's going on in the lives of others, it helped to keep him alive on several occasions. He liked to keep his ear to the ground to know just what was going on in the world. Who was who, what was what, and where it was that he should avoid. Having friends who can give you a heads up was a bonus, and the process of forming those bonds was what really dragged him back from the far corners of the globe.
His hobby of finding interesting things came from observing Taldad, as the corvus' would frequently pause their travels to examine this or that, that had caught his eye. He would explain things to the best of his knowledge when questioned, and always encouraged Skae to figure out the uses of other things. This sparked a love of building and dismantling, taking apart one item to turn it into another. He's not too good at it, as his resources are limited, but the things he has made have made his nomad life much easier. It's a sign that Skae truly does like and value a troll if he gives them something he made, or found during his travels. It's hard for him to part with things if he has no intention of reclaiming it at a later date.
Skae loves storytelling. Not his own stories, but that of others. He loves listening to the world painted with someone else's words, seen through their eyes and colored by their own beliefs and experiences. No one story is ever alike, even if retold by a thousand trolls. Hearing the differences never fails to make him question the origins of the tale, and just how much of it has changed as time has gone by.
When he's afraid or overly excited Skae will peep. Slow with a low sub harmonic for afraid and rapidly with a higher pitch for happy. His laughter is more like a caw-like cackle and while he can crow and sing, he rarely does.
When he gets older Skae would love to become a chronicler of some sort, always surrounded by the history and stories of others.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 8:59 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 9:04 am
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===> Other Things of Note
Old Hemisect reminded Skaeys of his first Hive, a treasure of knowledge and interest and things that could eventually kill you by collapsing. He loved his Hive and made a point to return there at least once a Sweep. He was always thrilled to see that no one had decided to take over the underground system cave he'd been raised in. It was a pity that Taldad couldn't fit into the smaller fissures with him, but the poison taloned corvus had no interest in attempting to squeeze in with him.
Being high in the sky was way better then being underground somedays. It was one of the reasons why they'd found Old Hemisect, the glitter of light on metal as eye catching as watching the hemospectrum appear from a prism.
The run down city was an adventure, one rift with danger and excitement and So. Much. Loot. Everything from a twisted bit of metal to a broken bone could be fashioned into something else. Food was no problem for Skae. He was used to living on little and Taldad had made it a point to start hunting early. If things got a bit hard, well...no one missed an odd troll or their guardian. Plus it was a tad hard to pin it on someone they hardly ever saw.
Life was good until news of the change reached them. Taldad thought that it might be time to move on if the risk of death was high. Which, truth be told, it always was for a Rustblood. Skae though, saw it as a change to interact more with others. Perhaps see what sort of new things were in use and maybe..erm...acquire one for himself. If anything he was sure that it wouldn't be too hard to find ways to help or hinder along the way. It all depended on who was doing what and if it would affect him in the long run.
Extra:
Skae rarely sleeps in sopor, mainly because he doesn't always have access to it. Instead he uses patches every few days while out on an expedition. He also tries to setup camp early in the night if he doesn't look like he'd find anything stable enough to survive the sunlight. He likes not getting fried to a crisp and he'd rather not lose Taldad either, though he knows the corvus would shield him with his body if it ever came down to it.
Taldad helps with the nightmares on the days he doesn't, or can't use a patch. The corvus croons to him and tucks him close to his body, so close that he's practically sitting on him. He'll take longer preening his hair and takes special care not to leave him alone for too long. One never knows just how much damage the nightmares, and resulting lack of sleep, could do to a young troll.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 9:07 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 9:07 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 8:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 8:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 8:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 8:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 8:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 8:47 pm
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