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Post by badmun on Nov 4, 2019 17:54:21 GMT -6
She'd not seen so many humans in one place in all her life. There were congregations, flocks, villages, but nothing quite so large and structured, organized. They worked metal and stone with drive and purpose, in a way that would have roused the ire of Malethoth. Her god was dead, though, and she wore the symbol of his slayer, continued Aarbron's work. Maybe she would assist these humans as she had done in her homeland? They didn't look as though they'd need her protection or her guidance, however... Pisa's ears twitched, she licked her lips. It had been a while she had indulged in a cooked meal, slept in a human bed, under a human roof, in a human city.
Life outside of civilization was natural to her. She'd been raised a beast of Malethoth and could never truly shake that. The luxuries afforded to her by associating with humans were a welcome distraction, though. It's hard to deny the comforts of those creatures. She sighed and moved through the city, standing out from the rest of the crowd but so far unimpeded.
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Post by Chamila Striveheart on Nov 9, 2019 22:28:52 GMT -6
What in the Light's name was that? Chamila had seen draenei--strange beings--and all manner of bizarre creatures that continually came out of the wood works--or space--but this was different. Was she nice? She seemed nice; but what if she wasn't nice? What if she was a demon? Demons had a tendency to look different!
Oh no--she was heading in her direction. Act natural.
Chamila shoved the rest of her chocolate chip cookie into her mouth. It was a rather large sweet to begin with, so it forced one of her cheeks to bulge out, and chewing it was proving difficult. That probably wasn't a great idea but she felt a little less nervous.
Right then! Time to head back to her small home! She got the rest of the ingredients she needed for the upcoming market and she had to get to work baking the rest of the cookies...if she did not eat all of them.
Chamila turned to walk away, but by a stroke of the worst luck, she tripped over her own feet and pitched forward, landing on the ground with a loud, "BWAH!" Fortunately, her basket was intact, but that teensy-weensy droplet of pride she had just dried up.
At least the cookie broke into more pieces in her mouth.
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Post by badmun on Nov 15, 2019 22:41:53 GMT -6
A human fell. They do that often, Piso could not think of any species as prone to moving without thinking as humans, but it always caught her attention when they did. With a fluid grace, she strode towards the fallen human, lowering to her haunches and offering a hand.
"Are you alright?" Her voice had a forced quality to it, not in tone or intent but in function. There was a throaty rattle as she spoke, as though the organs she used to speak were forced to make sounds they were not meant to, but her words came through all the same. There was a harshness to her pronunciations, the vowels dragging slightly, especially the A's, which quivered and lingered like the braying of a goat.
"You must be more careful, you will get hurt. No one wants that." Piso tilted her head slightly, drawing slow, deep breaths in through her nose, familiarizing herself with the air around this awkward, clumsy human.
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Post by Chamila Striveheart on Nov 15, 2019 23:32:16 GMT -6
Chamila heard her approaching and froze in her attempts to get up by herself. A strained, distressed whine suppressed itself in her already tightened throat, and she sucked on piece of the cookie until it became mush between her teeth and cheek. When Pisa spoke in that harsh tone, Chamila's eyes widened in a combination of fear and shock. "I-I-I-I..." Words failed her. She was so caught up in her nervous stammering, she didn't realize she had taken Pisa's hand to get back on her feet. Wait, when did she stand up again? Light, her right knee was aching! Did she hit it against a stone? "C-Careful, yes, I-I d-don't want to get h-hurt either! I-It hurts when I get hurt!" Chamila pressed her lips together in an oh-shit expression when she realized how that sounded, and her entire face flushed a bright tomato red. Her reaction elicited some amused laughter and snorts from nearby witnesses. Chamila groaned, embarrassed by her not-so-well-thought-out statement and mumbled, "Th-Thank you."
Oh, her basket. Chamila scooped it up and opened the flap. One of the apples had bruised, but she would still eat it. "I-I'm..." She swallowed the rest of the cookie, "I'm Chamila. H-Hi."
Pisa didn't seem so bad, just different! Her accent wasn't like draenei, but more like she was a goat.
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Post by badmun on Dec 17, 2019 3:38:16 GMT -6
Pisa couldn't help but stare at this strange human. That is to say, all humans were strange, but she was not used to the individual quirks of this one. Her words made sense, indeed they were painfully obvious, but it seemed like the wrong words for this situation. She reminded Pisa of when she was first learning how to human herself, picking up on meanings and phrases and concepts outside of her own people... Malethoth help her is this a child? Had she discovered some massive human pup? Oh, she gave her name, only right to give yours in return.
"I am Pisa, it's a pleasure to meet you." She kept her words even and pleasant, speaking in that friendly, soothing way humans had used when she was first integrating with them as well. Chamila, it sounded like an herb. A good name, reassuringly natural.
"Are you new here? Your clothes do not match the others I've seen." It would help to meet a local, but she wouldn't turn down Chamila's company. It was good to share a conversation with someone, but Pisa had a growing feeling she'd need to keep an eye on this human.
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