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Post by Taurian on Oct 7, 2015 15:36:30 GMT -5
(working on a speech quirk for the fossas. I like the idea of them replacing the "i" sound with the "y" sound, except for in names.)
"You, Ferox Cerpelai Rangatira, have been found guylty of conspyracy against Ferox Cerpelai Konunger, our great Kyng! Have you anythyng to say yn your defense?"
"Yer all a great bunch of fools! Can ye no see that Konunger ys no great king at all! Twould've done ye all a servyce!" Ferox snorted at the judge, who clearly had been hand-picked by their father. The fossa judge was of an offshoot of the Cerpelai line, the Toriura. Traditionally, fossas of the Hukunci line were judges. But it was a trial involving the King, and Konunger had done all in his power to ensure victory.
"Very well. We, the court, sentence you to exyle. No longer shall the name of Ferox be yours, and should you be seen here after daybreak, you shall be kylled on syght! Court dysmyssed."
Before Ferox could utter a word in response, Konunger, who had been present for the trial, spoke up. "And you are now no longer of the Cerpelai lyne!"
Whirling to face their father, Ferox marched up to the King and spat in his face, the picture of contempt and barely contained rage. "Y'd not want to be of yer bloodstayned lyne yf Y had a choyce, Rockbrayn!" With that said, Ferox fell to all fours and sprinted away, as the royal guard began to chase after them.
They ran to the docks, where their ship, Fearedbeast, was moored, stocked with supplies. Ferox's closest friends, the ones with whom they had conspired against Konunger, were already on board. Leaping from the dock and slashing the rope in one fluid motion, Ferox careened onto the deck. Laughing at their successful escape, the crew set sail, headed as far to the north of Ferox's homeland.
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After weeks and weeks of traveling, the fossas were beginning to tire. The water had nearly run out, and the only one of them who could actually cook was almost always seasick. So, when one of the younger beasts shouted, sighting land, the crew was overjoyed, and set a course immediately for the speck of ground.
A day and a half later, Fearedbeast arrived in Mossflower country. Ferox leaped ashore first, and stood triumphantly in the shallows. As their eyes darted about the coastline, they let out the traditional cry of the Ferox, "HYYYYEEEEYYYYEEEEEEEE"
The Ferox had arrived in Mossflower.
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Post by Taurian on Oct 10, 2015 20:24:59 GMT -5
{using she/her for Ferox in this post}
"We've got to leave here soon, oh great Ferox. Our supplyes are runnyng low, and the sand ys no good for foragyng." One of the other fossas hissed at Ferox, who was sitting on a tall rock by the shore, her quick eyes taking in the new territory, trying to ascertain weaknesses, points of entry.
"Go wyth some others ynto the woods. Stay wythyn haylyng dystance. Gather enough food for two nyghts. We leave on the morrow." Ferox had made the decision hours before, but had kept it to herself, waiting until someone else suggested leaving. The exiled heir wanted her followers to think her less intelligent than she really was. In general, Ferox hid her intellect by remaining silent, knowing that an enemy who didn't know just how smart you really were would make more obvious mistakes. She leaped down from the rock, and prowled about the temporary camp. An older fossa, Drevan Setia, was staring out at the sea. Ferox came up behind Setia, who turned and met the younger fossa's eyes, despite Ferox being silent. "Why do you stare, Setia?"
"Y worry that Kununger has sent shyps after us, Rangatira." Setia had been another parental figure for Ferox, and a dear friend of her mother.
"Kununger thynks Y can do no damage, that Y am weak. He would not waste hys shyps on me."
"Kununger thynks you could have dethroned hym. You could, yf you returned wyth an army at your heels. Yf Y were Kununger, Y would want to nyp your army-buyldyng yn the bud. We should move on, burn the shyp."
"Burn the Fearedbeast?! My beautyful shyp!" After pausing, as if to reevaluate the situation, Ferox continued in a more reasonable tone, "Y understand why we would have to burn her. But yt styll ys sad."
"Ferox Cerpelai Rangatira, don't ye play dumb wyth me." The younger fossa only grunted in response. "Tys late, ye should sleep. Y'll set the sentryes."
Ferox nodded in thanks, and went off toward her tent, for some much deserved rest. Tomorrow she would worry about leaving the shore and burning her ship. But now, the fossa dreamed of swimming on the Isle, and dragons, and warriors.
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Post by Taurian on Oct 18, 2015 6:58:55 GMT -5
{using he/him for Ferox in this post. I think I'm just going to switch it up each post until Ferox interacts with someone, then I'll use the most convenient pronoun based on who he's interacting with.}
Ferox woke before the sun, and dressed quickly, gathering his things into his pack, and taking down his tent. Although he was royalty, he was suspicious, and took care of his own things. He posted no guards, and his tent looked just like any of the others', and was nestled in between them, not on an overlooking hill. It was a strategy that had worked wonders for past missions of his people, the history books had said.
Setia was sitting by the water again.
"Have you been up all nyght?" Ferox asked.
"No," Setia answered without fanfare. "But Y am ready to leave thys place; to move ynland."
"Good. The others wyll be wakyng soon. Help me set out breakfast?" Ferox asked, hopefully. The company's cook was a late sleeper, and still not fully recovered from the voyage. They needed to find a healer as soon as possible. And Setia could make breakfast from just about anything.
"As the Ferox wyshes," Setia replied, rising to her paws.
Together, the fossas looked through the meager offerings of the foraging party, and proceeded to make a cooking fire.
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Besar Enyi awoke to the smell of eggs. The foraging party had managed to filch the eggs of a pair of doves, who they had chased off, but failed to shoot. Whatever they were making, it smelled good. Enyi mechanically packed up their things, knowing that the Ferox had commanded that they would leave today. They wandered over to the cooking fire, where Setia and Ferox were making omelets.
Enyi had been a good friend of Ferox when they were younger, and greeted their leader warmly. "Good morn, great Ferox, Drevan Setia. What be the vyttles?"
"Y'm practycally your second mother, Besar Enyi, so don't ye be addressyn' me wyth my full tytle."
"Ye can skyp the 'great,' yf yer so ynclyned, Enyi. And the 'Ferox,' yf'n my mood's good enough. To answer yer query, we've got omelets, wyth some woodland fruyts and berryes, and watercress and ramsons. Tayn't much, but 'twyll fyll ye enough to travel."
"That's good enough for me, Ferox." Enyi dug into the plate before them.
"There's mynt, too. For after." Enyi nodded, remembering how gruesome ramson-breath could be. Around them, the rest of the camp awoke, and by the time the sun had fully risen from the sea, they were ready to move.
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Post by Taurian on Oct 21, 2015 19:46:23 GMT -5
{using she/her for Ferox}
"Are we all assembled?" Ferox asked Setia.
"Yes, great Ferox. All are present and accounted for, and ready to move on at your word." Ferox nodded, and leaped down from the tall rock on which she sat to land among them.
"Then we set off ymmedyately." With that, the company struck off southeast, searching for the river that one of the foragers had mentioned. They found it at noon, and stopped to forage for more food.
The riverside yielded far more victuals, and many opted to stay for the night. Ferox drove them onward, only stopping when she could no longer see her own paws.
In the morning, they foraged again before setting off. This type of travel lasted for three days, until they came upon the lake. It was a small lake, and there was a cave by the lakeside. It was empty, but bore signs of recent disturbance. Ferox ordered them to make camp in the cave. Finding a scrap of parchment and a stake of ashy wood, she scratched out an apology and thanks to the owners of the cave.
'Thys ys a good country,' Ferox thought as she allowed herself to drift into slumber. In the morning, they would fish, and move out by noon. She wondered when they would meet the inhabitants of this strange new world.
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Post by Taurian on Oct 25, 2015 7:55:31 GMT -5
{they/them for Ferox in this post}
"Get off your lazy bottoms an' gyt movyng!" Ferox roared at the others as they all packed up their bedrolls. "We're followyng the ryver agayn today." The fishing had a lovely yield, and Setia and the cook made quick work of preserving the catch. After more shouting, the company was ready to advance. But Ferox had shown an anger that the others had never seen turned their way.
"The great Ferox ys gettyng too byg for theyr boots, Y thynk," One fossa muttered to another.
"Aye. The great one knows not of thys country! They are leadyng us the wrong way! And treatyng us lyke underlyngs. Wythout us, they would never have gotten so far yn theyr plan!" His companion muttered back.
"Wythout us, they would not have been dyscovered," Besar Enyi growled at the pair. "Do you not remember that one of us let yt slyp to a spy? We are our own reason for thys mess, and we lyve to serve the Ferox, who wyll guyde us to success yn thys new land."
When Enyi had moved out of earshot, the muttering struck up again, this time interspersed with gossip about the true nature of Ferox and Enyi's relationship. Their keen ears picking up scraps of sentences, Ferox grit their teeth, fighting the urge to yell at the company. Enyi placed a paw around Ferox's shoulder, ignoring the snickers from behind them. The two smiled at each other. It was going to be okay.
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bye!
