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Tiziri	Sometimes, deep in the forest one can find solitude. That's what Tiziri has gone for at this time. A lovely little grotto near a stream, as it bubbles along and flows in the shade of an otherwise sunny day. Near it is a series of rocks and logs that look to have once been set up around a fire - possibly a camp site for a group travelling or something. What is more impressive, or weird, is there's not just one Tiziri, instead? It's looking like four. All sitting with their backs to the center, all in a meditative posture.
Raullaur	Raul prowls in the forest. The city too much and he has to get out. To return to hunts and survival. And so moves...not exactly quietly, but with deliberation through the woods, until he catches a familiar scent and makes his way towards the grotto, but stops at the edge, seeing not one but four! After blinking to see that yes, he does indeed see what he's seeing, and not just an illusion, he crouches at the edge of the trees--visible, should one open her eyes to look--and waits, still, save for the flick of his tail behind him, and the occaisional breath.
Tiziri	If nothing else, there's something else weird going on. It looks like the Tiziris' shadows are moving too, in unison maybe, but moving. Like they're making hand gestures or something. Somehow it looks like there's some effort at work too, all four Tizis look like they're straining at something, despite being in meditation. Whcih is probably weird indeed. And eventually, all four open their eyes, as if sensing something might be there.
Raullaur	The Golden Lion is there, dressed in his simple unbleached linens and leather, and when he sees them open their eyes, he stands and steos into the grotto. "Greetings, Vagabonds," he rumbles in his bass purr. "I hope you all are well?"
Tiziri	While all four mouths move, only one has sound come forth. And it still looks like there's some effort being expended. "I thought this place would be harder to find." She says, before standing, and all the others do, moving towards the center and touching... and then suddenly there is only one. "Oh well, you've seen this in part already." She shrugs a bit, seeming a lot less strained now. "What brings you out here?"
Raullaur	"Stay away from water if you wish to be harder to find," Raullaur says. "Or be among so much water that it's a much of a muchness. If I disturbed things..." He shakes his head, "Didn't mean to. As for here?" He looks back towards the city. "Too many people. Too much...*stuff*. Rules. Restraints. I had to leave. To revel in the wild for a bit before returning." He looks back at her, "What about you?"
Tiziri	"A place that paints a picture worthy of poetry is a great place to meditate." Tiziri says. "I'm closer to a breakthrough. Something Rishi did inspired me, and you saw the opening movements when we were exploring Antihelios. But I think there's far deeper depths I can reach." She grins widely. "It's taking some effort, I'm not sure even my Shahan-ya can do this though, which makes it even more interesting. I do hope to impress her."
Raullaur	"I understand. The drive to improve. To be better..." The lion nods, "It looks...very impressive! I saw what happened before, and was surprised. This...even more so." He grins slightly. "And Rishi helped me a bit with my shape, which helped me before. As for further?" His eyes unfocus slightly, "I think I'm coming to the end of what I can do here. I need...I need a homeland. Not just some waypoint for my tribe. Once settled..." He nods.
Tiziri	"The Thousand Fangs are welcoming of Beastfolk." Tiziri says. "Though... I cannot be so sure about Raksi's reaction to a Solar. She knew your kind before. She is a jealous Queen. Then again, she might be ok. So it could be a risk. But it might mean needing to fight, to protect. Many risk her ire after all." She says softly. Then takes a deep breath and stretches out her hands above her head. "If things go well, I'll be able to split myself in truth, to learn and see through more than me. I will be many. I feel I am close."
Raullaur	"That would be a sight to see. And...I recall feeling dread while leading the tribe around the Nameless Lair. But..." He closes his eyes. "The Thousand Fangs, and Raksi are far to the East, beyond the Hundred Kingdoms. And the Kingdoms rise and fall all the time, yes?" He opens his eyes, "Perhaps there is one that is both worth taking over, and deserves taking over..."
Tiziri	"Among a hundred, there is surely one." Tiziri agrees. Though more soberly she adds, "Yet the closer to the core you are, the closer you are to the Wyld Hunts of Lookshy and the Realm, or their allies. The further afield you are, the closer you are to the forces inclines to oppose them. It is a delicate balance."
Raullaur	"If a Hunt wishes to fight me...I will show them fear, terror, and destruction," Raullaur says with a slight smile, as though looking forward to such a fight. "What of you? Once you master being many...what is next for you? Or know you yet your next desire?"
Tiziri	Tiziri's eyes almost seem to shimmer with her grin. "I'll be able to explore a town twice as fast!" She giggles a bit. "Research in a library easier. There are countless, endless possibilities. So much of Creation to see. Eventually I want to see as much of it as I can. I want to see it all. I want to walk through the Imperial City. I want to see the many levels of Wu Jian. I want to take the Pilgrimage in the Caul. I want to experience the Blizzards of the North! To swim in the waters of the far West."
Raullaur	"It sounds delightful, to explore. Once my people are settled, prosper and thrive...I may try that myself." He smiles at the enthusiasm. "Though perhaps I am more like the hedgehog than the fox."
Tiziri	Tiziri giggles again and nods. "To travel is a wonder. I started in the deep South, and my travels took me to here. Not to mention Mahalanka. I've seen wonders, and I've seen villages. So much already and barely a portion of the world. I love that my Gift from Luna will give me so much time."
Raullaur	"My journey has been similar to yours. Savannahs and forests, cities and towns, farms and fields, to here. And the Sun's gift is a delight, as is Luna's, who made us this way through one of Her chosen after the Solars fell." He smiles. "I suppose I seek...stability, and once witin stability, to go out, to extend it...does that even make sense?'
Tiziri	Tiziri gestures towards the stumps and rocks, sitting on one of the rocks, or really, practically perching. It's the one near her spear. "We are chosen for a reason. As Raksi said, eventually, we must move beyond. It is possible my journies will give me a new direction, and that's the point too. Just be ready to realize eventually a Call will come, and things change. We are still fledgelings, but all fledgelings must leave the nest and do something beyond our comfort zone, and learn to fly!"
Raullaur	Raullaur walks over and crouches to rest on one of the stumps then. "Mine is to fight. But not just to fight, but to defend, to protect what is worth protecting. And I am...being pushed to expand the scope of what I must protect. For now, people. Perhaps a city. But one day, it will have to be all of Creation...or at least a Direction." Eyes gleam, "So...why I seek an entire country to rule and protect. To grow."
Tiziri	"Just remember, we are Champions of all Creation. not just a few. Even Raksi knows she is on her heels. That where she is... is the challenge. At some point? A choice might need to be made. That is part of why we were chosen. Part of why I reject connection to a place." Tiziri says a little sadly. "I will be ready, I will defend, do what needs be. Until then, I will explore and grow better. So when the time comes I am ready."
Raullaur	"And I am slowly seeing more of what must be done. So I choose hwo to grow, to be whom I ought to be. Do what I ought to do." Raullaur nods. "But...I cannot simply cut off my connection to my people. If I do that...If I become as distant and implacable as an ancient god..." He shakes his head, "That I will not do. I will...I must...keep connection to people as well." A laugh. "Perhaps I simply have the stability of Earth while you have the freedom of Air?"
Tiziri	Tiziri shrugs and says in a simple manner, "Maybe." She smiles. "I benefit from being forced out of my people. For sure. Even my father rejected me in the end, before this. But there is definitely a freedom in being cut off, and knowing you are able to move on."
Raullaur	"Being alone...." Raullaur closes his eyes. "I was outcaste among my tribe, and they sent me, expecting me to die in the ancient Tomb. It is only after I returned, Chosen, and rescued them that they truly accepted me. But..." His eyes open again, "I do not want to be alone. It would quickly bring me to despair."
Tiziri	"I don't think I'm alone." Tiziri says. "Indeed, I feel so much less alone than I did before I was rejected." Her grin is wide and sincere. "Before I was alone because I could not be myself. Now I am. Now I get to meet people everywhere. And you would be stunned how amazing it is to meet strangers guarding a caravan. Drinking around the campfire during a journey."
Raullaur	Raul chcukles, "Normally, I'm one of the ones guarding the caravn, leading my troops, and the one meeting strangers coming in from the night--wililng to share, but also making sure thigns are safe. And I don't think you are alone. It is...." He shakes his head. "To cut myself off from my people...I find the thought repellant. Anathema, even. But I want them to grow, and become strong. Not just dependent on me. Friends I seek. A partner."
Tiziri	"If the past dictated. they may be out there. If you seek it might be." Tiziri says sagaciously. "Or might be in time. It is so hard to say with these things. But... enjoy the journey. That's the thing. Don't fret over what isn't. Enjoy what is."
Raullaur	"Perhaps one is. Perhaps not. Still, I must act to make this world better. And not miss out on what I have by looking for what may not be." He grins. "It is a good thing we all are different, for surely we should all be boring were we all the same."
Tiziri	Tiziri suddenly starts to glow a bit, as moonsilver tattoos in elaborate, exquisite spiral designs appear on her along with her hollow moon (No Moon) caste mark. From her back emerge wings. Truly, she ends up seeming more angelic than avian, though there's a real element of that too. Especially with her wide eyes. "That is one thing with my kind, we are all very different."
Raullaur	Raul concentrates a bit, and there are no tattoos, but his eight-rayed caste mark glows on his forehead, and he seems to almost gleam with the sun's light and warmth himself. "And your kind and mind are different from each other. Complements. Stronger together than apart." His eyes trace along the silver atattoos and the sleek wings appreciatively.
Raullaur	Raullaur says, "But I should be heading deeper into the wilds. For all that I hate isolation, for now I need solitude--save for the birds and beasts, the plants and trees, and the spirits that watch over all in this place."
Tiziri	"I understand entirely." Tiziri says. "And I get it. I can get back to this exercise. I know I'm close, and getting a chance to talk will give me a chance to work towards it." She places her fist in her palm and bows. "And now it is even more safe. If you hear the sounds of battle, I know you'll react. And any enemy that truly dares to challenge me will find a real surprise." She grins impishly. "Just as I'd react if you end up attacked, and probably able to react even more quickly on the wing."
Raullaur	Raullaur bares his fangs in a grin, and nods. "Hopefully, it will be boring. And later we can let off steam in a spar? But for now..." He stretches and some joints pop before he rises. "We shall surely meet again."