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WHO: Hayame and YOU(?!)
WHAT: centaur cryptid action, the angriest breeding season ever, archery, a local lurker probably yelling at kids to get off her misty lawn and stop trying to care about her
WHERE: Lohkimareen [Greentruth heights, misty depths, and forest's edge]
WHEN: Beginning of Visoseri (June)
WARNINGS: potential suicidal ideation, mentions of csa, violence, estrus
01 ➵ IN MISTS [FORESTS BELOW GREENTRUTH]➵ 霧の靡に
[The Aions have been provided lodging among the tall, fortified trees of Greentruth... But one potential member of the Pleroma group has not made use of them a single night. In fact, for the more observant types... the centaur who had been among their number that first night through the portal from Godsblood, who had hung around the edges of the welcome banquet silent, brooding, and angrily eavesdropping... has barely been seen since.
There are whispers, though, the occasional bit of gossip amongst the natives. A man who often works one of the freight elevators that transports supplies up from caravans on the forest floor who complains about an occasional extra load who doesn't even tip. Merchants who talk about being watched by a strange monster or spirit in the mist, shaped like some unnatural combination of mount and man. An armorer who laments that as much as they ought to aid the Aions in their mist, there is just this one who keeps taking shortbows- what is she doing to them?
And if someone were to actually seek out that woman... The search will take them to the dangerous mists below the safety of the Greentruth trees, where shadows play across the mist and large beasts roam. But amongst the tracks left behind by reptiles are faint imprints of hoof, there is a hollow tree that seems to have been made into some sort of crude shelter, game hanging to dry high off the ground and half-prepared pelts stretched out over makeshift racks, and when you turn around-
There might be an arrowhead embedded in a tree near your face, the arrow shaft quivering with the force that has punctured the bark.]
02 ➵ FLETCHER [GREENTRUTH, NEAR GODSBLOOD PORTAL]➵ 矢作り
[There is a downside to the intense aversion Hayame feels to using her shard for so-called "communion". Mainly... she has refused the easy way to know where people are across the planet. To her it is normal, coming as she did from a world in the year 1590 where the most advanced technology consisted of woodblock printing, looms, and matchlock rifles, but...
It means she does a lot of waiting in exchange for trying to keep people out of her head, where she has so much less control than she would like people to think. Risk emotion bleed with inexperience into a conversation that, if held in person, she'd at least be able to control? She does not fancy it.
And in waiting for the man she has commissioned a bow from to appear from Godsblood... she stands (glowers) near the portal from the coastal town, hands crossed beneath her tightly bound breasts. After a few hours... she begins to resent herself for the wasted time, and right there, her large body taking up a decent amount of space near the portal...
She just commandeers a table and starts to work, pulling a feathered kill from its place hanging at her harness and beginning to pluck feathers off it right there, squinting at each one and beginning to cut them into arrow fletching. Sorry, did you need to get past her? Wondering why she's still standing there?
She isn't volunteering. She's working.]
03 ➵ NATURAL DESIRE [RIVER NEAR GREENTRUTH]➵ 発情期
[Hayame has always resented the fact that she was born a woman.
From the moment she had been old enough to watch the empty shell of an Armless woman that was her dam be led to the mounting post each year and understand why, she had known what women were best suited for in a breeding stable. Even as she trained herself in bow and polearm and blade, threw her entire effort into making herself a warrior who would be bought by a warlord to bring him victories in battle, the possibility of being sold as a broodmare or "companion" mount had always been a possibility. Always.
And nothing was a better reminder of the femininity she strove to cover with bindings, strength, and harshness than a jinba mare's heats. The urges frustrate her as they always do, turn normal scents in the air to tempting aromas, make her body into a traitor willing to lift her tail with interest at the sight of potential mates, and force her to burn with desire that anyone with a proper nose or eye would notice.
Which is what has led Hayame to the cold mountain river she is now immersed in up to her lower shoulders, letting the water wash away proof of her want and cool her body. Thinking herself alone... she allows herself the luxury of a moment of weakness, letting down her fetlock-length ebony hair and trying to work her fingers through the tangled strands that have grown difficult to handle without her master's women to provide oils and comb.
The sounds of the water, unfortunately, mean that she is somewhat unprepared for visitors. Her bow and knife, however... are still within reach.]
04 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札
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WHAT: centaur cryptid action, the angriest breeding season ever, archery, a local lurker probably yelling at kids to get off her misty lawn and stop trying to care about her
WHERE: Lohkimareen [Greentruth heights, misty depths, and forest's edge]
WHEN: Beginning of Visoseri (June)
WARNINGS: potential suicidal ideation, mentions of csa, violence, estrus
01 ➵ IN MISTS [FORESTS BELOW GREENTRUTH]➵ 霧の靡に
[The Aions have been provided lodging among the tall, fortified trees of Greentruth... But one potential member of the Pleroma group has not made use of them a single night. In fact, for the more observant types... the centaur who had been among their number that first night through the portal from Godsblood, who had hung around the edges of the welcome banquet silent, brooding, and angrily eavesdropping... has barely been seen since.
There are whispers, though, the occasional bit of gossip amongst the natives. A man who often works one of the freight elevators that transports supplies up from caravans on the forest floor who complains about an occasional extra load who doesn't even tip. Merchants who talk about being watched by a strange monster or spirit in the mist, shaped like some unnatural combination of mount and man. An armorer who laments that as much as they ought to aid the Aions in their mist, there is just this one who keeps taking shortbows- what is she doing to them?
And if someone were to actually seek out that woman... The search will take them to the dangerous mists below the safety of the Greentruth trees, where shadows play across the mist and large beasts roam. But amongst the tracks left behind by reptiles are faint imprints of hoof, there is a hollow tree that seems to have been made into some sort of crude shelter, game hanging to dry high off the ground and half-prepared pelts stretched out over makeshift racks, and when you turn around-
There might be an arrowhead embedded in a tree near your face, the arrow shaft quivering with the force that has punctured the bark.]
02 ➵ FLETCHER [GREENTRUTH, NEAR GODSBLOOD PORTAL]➵ 矢作り
[There is a downside to the intense aversion Hayame feels to using her shard for so-called "communion". Mainly... she has refused the easy way to know where people are across the planet. To her it is normal, coming as she did from a world in the year 1590 where the most advanced technology consisted of woodblock printing, looms, and matchlock rifles, but...
It means she does a lot of waiting in exchange for trying to keep people out of her head, where she has so much less control than she would like people to think. Risk emotion bleed with inexperience into a conversation that, if held in person, she'd at least be able to control? She does not fancy it.
And in waiting for the man she has commissioned a bow from to appear from Godsblood... she stands (glowers) near the portal from the coastal town, hands crossed beneath her tightly bound breasts. After a few hours... she begins to resent herself for the wasted time, and right there, her large body taking up a decent amount of space near the portal...
She just commandeers a table and starts to work, pulling a feathered kill from its place hanging at her harness and beginning to pluck feathers off it right there, squinting at each one and beginning to cut them into arrow fletching. Sorry, did you need to get past her? Wondering why she's still standing there?
She isn't volunteering. She's working.]
03 ➵ NATURAL DESIRE [RIVER NEAR GREENTRUTH]➵ 発情期
[Hayame has always resented the fact that she was born a woman.
From the moment she had been old enough to watch the empty shell of an Armless woman that was her dam be led to the mounting post each year and understand why, she had known what women were best suited for in a breeding stable. Even as she trained herself in bow and polearm and blade, threw her entire effort into making herself a warrior who would be bought by a warlord to bring him victories in battle, the possibility of being sold as a broodmare or "companion" mount had always been a possibility. Always.
And nothing was a better reminder of the femininity she strove to cover with bindings, strength, and harshness than a jinba mare's heats. The urges frustrate her as they always do, turn normal scents in the air to tempting aromas, make her body into a traitor willing to lift her tail with interest at the sight of potential mates, and force her to burn with desire that anyone with a proper nose or eye would notice.
Which is what has led Hayame to the cold mountain river she is now immersed in up to her lower shoulders, letting the water wash away proof of her want and cool her body. Thinking herself alone... she allows herself the luxury of a moment of weakness, letting down her fetlock-length ebony hair and trying to work her fingers through the tangled strands that have grown difficult to handle without her master's women to provide oils and comb.
The sounds of the water, unfortunately, mean that she is somewhat unprepared for visitors. Her bow and knife, however... are still within reach.]
04 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札
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But Ernesto isn't nice enough to just trot off and give her the space she wants when he came here for a reason. He figures he won't be in her line of sight for longer than fifteen minutes tops, and she can probably tolerate him until then.
He'll keep his pettier thoughts to himself though, and just gives a simple two swish wag of the tail as if she isn't pointedly hinting at him to leave. ]
Miss Hayame it is then. I'm Ernesto, by the way.
[ He says all of this while not turning around to look at her. ]
And it'll take me elsewhere in no time flat. Just bear with me for a bit, and I'll be out of your hair soon enough.
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[Had he said something mocking? Apparently he had, because she snaps it immediately after he says the world "miss", her shoulders growing tighter and higher. But he doesn't... move.
Hayame has just enough respect to hesitate to use the only tactic readily available to try and get him to leave that isn't violence. Honestly, shooting at him seems more appealing right now. Still...]
How long is a bit? You stink like dog.
[... More unfortunately for her in this moment, he stinks like a man.]
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He's even more baffled by the comment, and lifts of the front of his shirt to smell it a bit. Smells... normal to him? Is this just a new way to insult him because of the ears and tail? His ears flatten against his head, but he'll play nice, even if it might not be deserved in this case though. ]
Sorry about that, Miss Hayame.
[ Apparently he's going to keep on "mocking". ]
I bathe daily, so if there's something you're noticing, I can't really help it. Should be about ten minutes or so, if you can tolerate the smell until then.
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[The snap back comes faster than her responses tended to, bristling over the fact that she feels very clear about having warned him about the "miss" and then he just... Did it... again...
Never mind the ten minutes. She can survive ten minutes even if she doesn't want to. But the idea of hiding behind the river rocks like some kind of coward or delicate maiden...]
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[ She sure warned him about something, but she may have been a tad less clear than she thought she was; largely because Ernesto doesn't realize that his use of "Miss" is quite as offensive as it apparently is to her.
She's annoyed, and it's entirely possible she muttered something he didn't hear, so despite himself he turns his head to the side, not enough that he can see her if he keeps looking straight ahead, but just enough that he can raise one floppy ear as high as it will go to listen to her better. ]
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[... That is. Decidedly not what Hayame had said before, but she certainly acts as if it was, her "repeated" clarification delivered through a tight jaw and grit teeth.
On a normal day... she would have just left, as annoyed as turning her back made her feel. On a heat day...]
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Ernesto stops what he's doing now, sitting upright, though keeping his face turned away from her. The ears stay perked up as his brow furrows, trying to make sense of this one. ]
What's mocking about that?
[ And just what kind of world did she come from that it would be considered such a negative thing? ]
I'm not sure about the people you knew before now, but I'd say I know more women I respect than men that I do. Doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with being one to me.
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I just said not to do it.
[Maybe the dog ears didn't work at all...]
If I weren't-
[- Nope, she's not going to say she's in heat out loud. Her teeth snap shut with an audible clack, and what might be a growl rumbles in her throat.]
Will you just leave already? Consider it a favor.
[Those need to be repaid. Surely that's enough of an offer?]
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And the offer she's making is "generous" enough, but...
He sighs heavily, ears relaxing as he just plucks a couple of plants in rapid succession, looking out with disappointment at the scattered patches of the same vegetation sprouting here and there a little ways past where he's squatting. ]
I'm not really interested in trading in favors with you, Kuranta.
[ It's not entirely accurate. Though people with equine traits from his worlds might be called that, theirs usually stops at ears and a tail, as opposed to a whole lower half. It's gender neutral though, which seems to be what she wants to, and presumably more-so than her own name is.
Plus, he's feeling just a touch petty after being fussed with for existing near her right now.
So he stands up, brushing the wrinkles out of his pants, and grabbing the bag he's been gathering plants in off the ground. With that he starts strolling down along the river, which admittedly is currently taking him closer to her, but there's no point in him going back the way he came. He'll be past her soon enough. ]
But I'll get out of your hair regardless. It's hard to work when I keep being distracted anyway.
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It's Hayame.
[Not "Miss", not "Kuranta"...
And though she almost snaps at him again, when he seems to be heading towards her and not away from her... She does notice that it's just the shape of the path, and she bites her tongue, hiding her body as much as she can behind the rock. It... isn't big enough, though. Even though she turns away from him, her arms crossed tight and defensive beneath her bound breasts, her ears and the back of her neck are red with embarrassment, and her tail keeps twitching upward despite her best efforts to keep it down.
He smelled... Good.
She hates it.
She'll just try and hold her breath.]
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Though he probably will. Ernesto's not particularly good at being intentionally rude unless he knows someone well enough to feel comfortable teasing them, and he definitely doesn't know her well.
As he's passing though he does glance at her quickly, noticing the red tint to what skin he can see, and also now that he's much closer... a strange smell...? It's not unpleasant, just...
Huh...
There's the smallest of pause in his walk as he stares at her for a few seconds, before he gets back to moving, getting further away from her, and taking his smell with him.
This isn't something he'll forget, but at least for this particular heat Hayame is now free of the smell of dog. ]