Post by Onatak Brokenhorn on Feb 12, 2009 12:03:36 GMT -5
Onatak snorted as his sleep was disturbed, wrinkling his nose as something furry tickled his nostrils. He shifted his head, trying to get more comfortable but only succeeded in getting a nose full of fur again. He cracked his eyes open slowly, trying to adjust his vision to the blinding light of morning. His gaze fell upon a small mound of light brown fur, slowly rising and falling.
"Eiada took the blanket again, I gather?" he asked the little prairie dog who lay next to him. He gently scratched the little animal behind her ears, pausing to glance over his shoulder. He grinned as Eiada lay on the furs of their tent, wrapped up entirely in their blanket made from bear fur.
Tak rose to his feet quietly, not wanting to disturb his beloved out of fear for his life and well being. He glanced up to the top of his tent, peering through the open hole where the tent stakes merged together. Judging it to be sometime in mid morning, he threw his favorite kilt around his waist and donned his weather beaten hat on head.
"Tell Eiada I went for a walk, Mohiko." he whispered softly to the prairie dog, who had braved certain death by reclaiming a small portion of the fur blanket for herself. Grabbing his travel bag he slung it over his shoulder, stopping to smile at the sleeping Tauren and brave prairie dog.
Tak pushed back the leather flap that acted as the door to their tent and stepped outside. Stifling a yawn as he blinked in the morning sun, he began to walk in the direction of the rope bridges that connected the mesas together that made up Thunder Bluff.
The great city was bustling with activity. Shu'Halo busied themselves with their daily tasks while the traders worked quickly to set up their tables and wares for the days customers. People from all races of the Horde strolled about town, always under the watchful yet protective eyes of the Bluffwatchers.
Tak eventually made his way down to the lowest tier of the bluffs, setting himself along the water's edge of the fish pond. He opened his bag, rummaging around through its contents as he kept a lazy eye on the newcomers arriving constantly by the great lifts. After a moment or two he at last found what he was after, a very long piece of leather rope with numerous colored beads carved from bone that adorned the rope at various points.
Tak gazed at the beads for the moment, each one symbolizing an important moment in his life, each one colored a different paint to represent just what had happened. He shuddered slightly as he always did when his gaze fell upon three beads painted black, a small piece of tied leather fixating them in place. He stared at the beads, as if on instinct he lifted his hand to his broken horn, gently feeling its weathered end.
Shaking his head free of badmemories, he looked over the rope once more. A smile came to his face as his eyes happened upon a single bead, not far from the trio of black ones. It had been painted a soft white, with great care having been taken to etch ivy leaves into the bead that were in turn painted green. His mind raced with thoughts of the blessed evening underneath the full moon, for it was the turning point in his life when things seemed to make sense, when he started to have hope for the world.
Setting the rope down, he reached into his travel bag, fumbling around. His fingers clasped around a small leather pouch which he soon started to search through. Reaching his hand in, he pulled out a single carved bead, painted green. Etched into the bead were small waves, each one painted a shade of blue that matched the sky. Tak held the bead in his hand, a soft smile coming to his face.
"Green, the color of nature, of growth. With the carvings of water, painted blue, for water cleanses, it purifies, it gives life..." the bull thought to himself.
Tak reached into his bag for a small strip of leather to begin fastening the bead to the rope. A smile came to his face as he thought "I dont have a pink bead."
"Eiada took the blanket again, I gather?" he asked the little prairie dog who lay next to him. He gently scratched the little animal behind her ears, pausing to glance over his shoulder. He grinned as Eiada lay on the furs of their tent, wrapped up entirely in their blanket made from bear fur.
Tak rose to his feet quietly, not wanting to disturb his beloved out of fear for his life and well being. He glanced up to the top of his tent, peering through the open hole where the tent stakes merged together. Judging it to be sometime in mid morning, he threw his favorite kilt around his waist and donned his weather beaten hat on head.
"Tell Eiada I went for a walk, Mohiko." he whispered softly to the prairie dog, who had braved certain death by reclaiming a small portion of the fur blanket for herself. Grabbing his travel bag he slung it over his shoulder, stopping to smile at the sleeping Tauren and brave prairie dog.
Tak pushed back the leather flap that acted as the door to their tent and stepped outside. Stifling a yawn as he blinked in the morning sun, he began to walk in the direction of the rope bridges that connected the mesas together that made up Thunder Bluff.
The great city was bustling with activity. Shu'Halo busied themselves with their daily tasks while the traders worked quickly to set up their tables and wares for the days customers. People from all races of the Horde strolled about town, always under the watchful yet protective eyes of the Bluffwatchers.
Tak eventually made his way down to the lowest tier of the bluffs, setting himself along the water's edge of the fish pond. He opened his bag, rummaging around through its contents as he kept a lazy eye on the newcomers arriving constantly by the great lifts. After a moment or two he at last found what he was after, a very long piece of leather rope with numerous colored beads carved from bone that adorned the rope at various points.
Tak gazed at the beads for the moment, each one symbolizing an important moment in his life, each one colored a different paint to represent just what had happened. He shuddered slightly as he always did when his gaze fell upon three beads painted black, a small piece of tied leather fixating them in place. He stared at the beads, as if on instinct he lifted his hand to his broken horn, gently feeling its weathered end.
Shaking his head free of badmemories, he looked over the rope once more. A smile came to his face as his eyes happened upon a single bead, not far from the trio of black ones. It had been painted a soft white, with great care having been taken to etch ivy leaves into the bead that were in turn painted green. His mind raced with thoughts of the blessed evening underneath the full moon, for it was the turning point in his life when things seemed to make sense, when he started to have hope for the world.
Setting the rope down, he reached into his travel bag, fumbling around. His fingers clasped around a small leather pouch which he soon started to search through. Reaching his hand in, he pulled out a single carved bead, painted green. Etched into the bead were small waves, each one painted a shade of blue that matched the sky. Tak held the bead in his hand, a soft smile coming to his face.
"Green, the color of nature, of growth. With the carvings of water, painted blue, for water cleanses, it purifies, it gives life..." the bull thought to himself.
Tak reached into his bag for a small strip of leather to begin fastening the bead to the rope. A smile came to his face as he thought "I dont have a pink bead."