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Post by Gael on May 2, 2013 16:46:05 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day, His laughter did not seem to be helping the matters as a scowl and a glare to her face, which honestly, only made him laugh a little more. It was hard to take someone seriously when they proved to be no threat. Without the rest of her tribe, she was nothing more than a girl barking orders with no one to carry them out. Plus, with the way she was dressed and how she was out here, it seemed that her only means of defense were to run from whatever danger came and let her warriors take the work. In other words, Gael thought her weak, "Your arrogance will get you killed," the girl stated bluntly now. Oh yes, because clearly his weakness is sharp spoken words.
Gael did nothing but shake his head, trying to resist the urge to roll his eyes at that very moment. Mostly because it would save him another mouthful of her words. Underneath him, Shergar shifted his weight from side to side. Clearly, he wasn't the only one growing bored with the conversation now, his animals were as well. They should probably just leave, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave and let the Manevrian believe that her words were the thing to scare him off, "What matters is that you are massively outnumbered. And the longer you stand here threatening me, the more chance you have of losing your head." That did it, Gael rolled his eyes now as he glanced back down at her, "Need I remind you that you have nothing to kill me with for they are currently preoccupied. You people call such attention to yourselves in these strange lands."
He probably shouldn't have talked back like that, because now he would surely never hear the end of it. Either way, it only made him glad that that she wasn't his queen or ruled over him, "And need I remind you that I haven't done anything threatening to you at all." Although, knowing girls like her, probably the mere action of standing right there with his animals constituted as a threat even though no weapons were drawn, "What is it that you even want, Caledonian?" He cast a steely look her way, annoyed that she was asking such a question. Although, she is very much an outsider as much as he was in Albion. It didn't hurt him either way, still, it was annoying that she thought his presence had to do with her, "Scouting Albion. Looking for answers as to who came into Caledonia and harmed some of the tribes." [/font] This is a WAR The BLOOD will spill,
The VOICES will be heard.[/center] NOTES: | None| MUSIC: |Wake Up The Voiceless - Story of the Year| TAGS: |Damara|
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Post by Gael on Apr 1, 2013 12:46:39 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day, For being what she was, the girl was incredibly slow on the uptake on who he is, what he is. But slowly, it seemed that the recognition started to take place once the shock of running into his horse wore off. As she took a step back, Gael nudged his grey horse a step forward. A minor crowd, but he did not care because he knew that he wasn't going to hurt her. Unlike other men in the world, the Caledonian felt no heed to force his dominance on a women from another custom, nor did he need to seek out pleasure that way. For being a small woman though, and him on a horse, she certainly did seem to have a big mouth, "I owe you no explanation Caledonian," the woman said, and there was no doubt in him that it was the only bite she had.
The way she held herself, he found herself certain that she is the leader of whatever small tribe that she may have. The concept an odd one though to Gael himself, the idea of a woman ruler seemed so...far fetched. Cultures always clashed though, this situation was no different, "All you need to know is that my army is near. They will surround you and kill for the enemy you are." That made him laugh, even the animals seemed to understand it. Shergar's ears merely twitched, the dog's head cocked, and the shadowmere dared to take a step out of hiding, all because even animals could call a bluff if they could understand it, "I would hardly call your people an 'army'. You are no queen of any lands." An army was many things, but even she should know that her little tribe did not count.
Even back in his homeland, there were no armies. Bands, yes, but they were simply warriors, fighters with their own strategies but to move with the same movements, in some sort of organized way under the command a single leader, they were not. Albion had armies, Caledonia and Manevria, nothing but wild folk, "And if they were near, I would be dead already. Even if it is you who assaulted my horse." They had to have been under attack, why else send a woman away? She was important to them, enough to let her go running off blindly into the unknown and they were in a territory that they did not understand. But he knew now, that whatever laid beyond them was what his shadowmere heard, the sounds of fight and death. How strange that a horse that could not die fear so much violence, "So, forgive me if I do no not take your threats to heart." [/font] This is a WAR The BLOOD will spill,
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Post by Gael on Mar 30, 2013 13:59:01 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day, If the Gods had heard him, something came stumbling out the woods. It had been fast and abrupt enough to catch the little group completely off guard as it slammed into Shergar. A squeal escaped the grey horse now, and it pulled itself up into a quick half rear, tossing it's head. Gael managed to not get uprooted from his horse, and nudged his right leg into his mount's side, forcing the horse to move over without needing to yank on the reins. Shergar successfully managed it's side step and managing to miss hitting the human as he came down to all fours again with a soft thud. The shadowmere had been lucky enough to not get caught with an accidental blow, backing up quickly away from the group and the danger that it saw fit, causing dirt and grass to fly in up heaved clumps before darting in the safety of the shadows.
Only man and dog seemed to have their wits about them unlike their equine friends. After the fuss was over now, and things had calmed down, for not at least, Gael glanced down at the person. She had silver hair, long and fair, but that wasn't what he took notice of. It was her clothes. He recognized them, or well, he had seen variations of it. He'd killed warriors who had worn the same type of cloth. Gael's features were quick to turn into a scowl, "You're a far ways from home, Manevrian." And no doubt her tribe as well. She must have had good reason to be away though, little did something ever separate them. A snort escaped the grey horse as it took another side step, almost to start a circling manner but Gael halted him. Warriors played no games with women.
Grey eyes glanced to the shadows once again, he could see his Saoirse's red eyes faint in the shadows, and just the outline of her dead form. An attack must be happening, it was the only logical sense as he glanced back at this girl now. They were enemies, technically, or perhaps they shared an even more common one: Albion. But it is hard to look past history and affairs of the tribes. His people never forget, nor do they ever really forgive. But that was how all the tribes of the North were, the Picts had no exceptions either. The wolfhound, which had been quiet since now, finally dropped the cloth and nosed it a little towards the women, but that was all it did before it slunk back, "What were you running from? Where the rest of your tribe?" After all, as good as a warrior as he is, a full tribe is quite the opponent for one man. [/font] This is a WAR The BLOOD will spill,
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Post by Gael on Mar 29, 2013 15:04:01 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day, He had been gone for a while, back to his homelands and to the North, but now they had sent him back. It had been foolish to go back when there was still much to learn, but Gael had found himself tiring of the Southern lands in Albion. The place still as foreign as ever to him, and still on the brink of turmoil like an animal that just wouldn't bleed out. Camelot seemed to be the heart of the animal, but these were nothing but rumors that Gael heard, whispers in the trees. He would have to touch base with some of the other scouts some time, but for now, he was on his own, well, other than his little band of animals. A snort escaped his flea bitten grey mount, shaking its head as it moved along at a leisurely pace, hardly feeling any sort of rush, "Not feeling any adventure, Shergar?" Gael asked as he leaned for a little, patting his mount gently on the side of its neck.
The horse's ears twitched a little, but that was it. A good little war horse he was, and no doubt annoyed at being dragged into the south again just like his rider but perhaps for different reasons. Shergar could sense the magic, and the horse never seemed to be a fan of it. These magic users did nothing but put the horse on edge, just like cool weather and winter air. Gael did not no why, perhaps it was the sheer power or an animal's intuition. Though, the warrior himself never seemed to paid heed to any of the warnings that they gave him. Fear never seemed to be an option, and regardless of someone's status or power, they still had the one weakness like everyone else: morality. They had seen even the best of warriors fall to their deaths over a silly mistake: they thought they were invincible.
There was a stumbling sound from behind the horse and rider, their second companion coming up close and nudging into Shegar now. The grey horse's ears flicked a little, but it did not mind the crowding that was happening. Gael looked to the decaying horse, the Shadowmere, as it hung a little more closer than usual. His hand reached out, fingertips brushing against the oily fur, "What do you sense, Saoirse?" he muttered, blue eyes taking to the surrounding trees. If it was magic, it wasn't anything to threatening or powerful, or else Shergar would have become uneasy like their last run in with Maeve. No, something else was at work here, something that was masked by the trees and the shadows. Their final companion was no where in sight, a common thing for the wolf hound who usually ran off in search of things. Gael brought his fingers up to his lips and whistled sharply. Time seemed to pass when it had only been a few seconds before there were faint barks that grew closer before soon came the dog, and it had escaped with something in it's mouth: cloth. "So, we are not alone in the woods," he murmured. [/font] This is a WAR The BLOOD will spill,
The VOICES will be heard.[/center] NOTES: | I always seem to have the roughest intros ever, but they get better I swear.| MUSIC: |Wake Up The Voiceless - Story of the Year| TAGS: |Damara|
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Post by Gael on Mar 25, 2013 11:25:45 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Gael .:Nick Name:. None .:Age:. 26 .:Race:. Caledonian .:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Gael tends to tower over people of Albion, while probably not the tallest person that they have seen, he is quite up there. He is rather broad as well in the shoulders, along with defined muscle volume from being constantly active on the highlands as well as from his travels down to the land of Albion from beyond its territories. His body is also marred by light scars, a notable one being three lines right on his chest where his heart would be, and another on the side of his brow. His body is also riddled by some other smaller ones. Also, along his left bicep, he has a blue pattern (interwoven with Gaelic knots) that wrap around his arm. His hair is rather dark brown, and is often cropped short with most of his hair brushing forward from behind. He often keeps up with his facial hair, so while not ever having a full fledge beard, there is still sprouts of facial hair that he manages to keep tame, or is merely stubble at points. His eyes are a fierce blue grey that often have a never dying fire behind them. .:Height:. 6’3” .:Portrayed by:. Andy Whitfield
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Gael tends to let his emotions get the better of him some times, and he strives on having a purpose within his life, for whatever that might be. Unlike other nomads, he tends to keep his morality and sense of right and wrong in check, by his standards at least and also by those of his people back home in the highlands of Caledonia. If somebody is deemed worthy enough, they can see this personality of his fairly easily, and even if not, it can still slip through the cracks of his somber front. Gael can be quite rash, often proceeding with actions before thinking of the consequences in single handed fights. While this hardly happens within his tribe, with invaders or opposing tribes within Caledonia, being talked down upon is not something that settles with Gael. Outside of Caledonia, he does not completely understand the ideas of monarchy, nor really a lot of the ideas of Albion with its crack down on magic. While not a freedom fighter, for he does not believe in being fueled by revenge as Alvarr does, Gael still believes in that magic users should take a stand, that they do not need to hide away like deer in the woods, but to be out in the open without fear. .:Strengths:. Tracking (both animals and people), swordplay (but not with archery), complying with team work (so long as the other is as well), and offensive magic. .:Weaknesses:. Temper (Gael has quite the temper on him, his rage can lead him to black outs and also extreme vulnerability), Archery, Dislikes being subordinate (does not take well to taking orders), and defensive/healing magic. .:Magic Abilities:. Gael’s magical abilities are mostly centralized in fire and offensive methods. He thought it ironic because of how Albion’s magic users were burned at the state, and if he chooses so, non magic users can earn the same fate. Although, a lot of his fire magic requires extreme concentration and can hinder him in fighting and make him have to recuperate some stamina. All of this is achieved by spells and incantations. .:Special Skills:. Gael is prone to being a charismatic talker, not in front of a single person though, but he does enjoy getting groups of people riled up. .:Accents:. A smooth blend between Scottish and Welsh, but his voice still carries it's rough edges.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Highlands of Caledonia .:Family:. Caundival (Father, Lord of His People), Elliowye (Mother, Lady of the Samarians), Roran(Younger Brother) .:Companions:. Saoirse (Shadowmere), Shergar (Fleabitten Grey Horse), Ochulissa (Scottish Deer Hound) .:Occupation:. Pict Warrior, Scout .:Current Location of Residence:. Sulking about Camelot's territories - no true location due to nomadic tendencies. .:History:. Gael comes from the Northern lands, a place where Albion does not have staked claims in its boundaries. The highlands are considered a dangerous wildnerness, run by savage tribes people. The tribe that Gael falls under is known as the Picts, and they are one of the more powerful tribes within the lands. His childhood is rather simple, first born and expected to take the lead of the tribe once his father dies only to be upstaged by his younger brother in leadership skills. Although, this does not bother Gael at all, and already being a skilled warrior, was glad to see that Roran, his younger brother, was beginning to excel in the tribe’s politics where he failed in the warrior’s test.
One of the skills learned from Gael's warrior training was magic, and learning magic within the Picts tribe is something that is often considered of a coming of age into manhood, just like becoming a warrior. While failing with spells regarding the elements water, earth, and wind, Gael excelled with fire and began to dedicate most of his magic learnings and parchments to offensive skills. Roran warned Gael of using his magic too frequently, especially when dealing with other tribes and told him to use it as little as possible. One day, lords from the lands of Albion, the kingdoms unknown to Gael this day, moved into the lands of Caledonia to try and take over. Many of the tribes resisted and fought back, the help of the Picts included. There was a terrible battle that day, and many fell, but Gael survived as well the lands of Caledonia were kept safe.
The try on their lands greatly startled the tribes of Caledonia, and therefore, a meeting of the tribes’ Lords was called into play where they would discuss on what to do. In the end, they came to the conclusion that they would send some of their best warriors into the lands of Albion for both scouting as well as causing a rift within the lands after hearing that Albion, especially the Kingdom of Camelot. Rumors of resistance fighters were traveling across the lands, as well as other things that were happening in the various kingdoms of Albion. With those thoughts, they set their plans into motion. Gael was one of the selected warriors, along with his friend Rannoch, to venture into Albion, because of his strength and unknown to him, his uneven emotions. Once his father told him of his travels to Albion, Gael quickly gathered his things and took his horse and set forth into the lands of Albion.
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Post by Gael on Nov 27, 2011 1:17:38 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day, It was a silly game that he and this woman were playing. They were standing there simply trying to read into each other, although, Gael had no idea of what to make of this redhead other than the fact that he hadn’t needed her help, and why she thought that he had, well, he wasn’t certain as to why other than bringing Shergar back. Either way, now they were both covered in sweat, blood, and dirt, a matching pair that they would almost make, two warriors. Although, the idea of a female warrior was beyond him. His culture, while women knew how to fight, it certainly was not their job. Their skills in swordplay and other such means was a way to defend themselves if outsiders traveled into the tribe and try to take advantage of them while their man was not around to protect them. This woman, this Kory, on the other than, while a little odd in her fighting style and planning, still knew how to fight, and the way that she had done so, proved that she had been fighting for herself for quite some time.
She was overtly friendly as well, since when did the people of Albion decide to point out to complete strangers were a water source was? Although, perhaps, like himself, was not of Albion. Unfortnetly for him though, his animals were in dire need of some water after the attack that had just happened, and he found himself asking for her help in getting to this water source, as much as it pained Gael to ask for help from a woman, “Oh certainly, it be my pleasure…it’s just a small walk, it shouldn’t take too much of your time…” Kory trailed off for a moment. Slate eyes simply stared at her flatly as she pointed to a faint pathway that could be seen through the trees. Funny how if those cockatrice had not attacked him when they had, a few more feet and they probably would have been on that pathway without her help at all. It was Kory who set the pace for them now though, Gael followed and kept up easily with his stride, giving a sharp whistle to his animal companions to follow.
His gaze remained over his shoulder for a moment, to make sure that the three were following him and this odd, redheaded woman when she started to speak, “Gael, where is it you hail from? Is this where your heading? You have to forgive me, I'm still learning about these lands, outside my own. Its strange to think it has only been a month and yet it seems too long. But, there is something about these lands. Don't you think? What brings you to these parts, may I ask?" she asked with a smile. Gael simply stared at her for a moment, she was full of many questions, “You ask a lot of questions,” he replied flatly, his gaze turning ahead of him now. It reminded him of Maeve in a way, how she had been full of so many questions as well. What was it with him and running into these over emotional women lately? Or at least, they were very in tune with their emotions, something that Gael was not, not when he was here in foreign lands to him at least. She did not seem like one of the woman from the five kingdoms though; perhaps she was not of Albion at all, especially if she was still learning about the lands, she probably did not even know of his homeland.
“I come hail from up North, Caledonia, the people of these lands call it the wild country,” he replied now, figuring that if she had heard of his land, that from anybody in Albion would have referred to it as that, after all, not a lot of people dared to step foot in it until just recently. Just the mentioning of it made him miss home slightly. Scouting was fine and all, but he missed his tribe, the Picts, and scouting proved to be boring sometimes when he was separated from Rannoch, the fights in the wild stretched thin. A snort could not help but to Gael at the thought of her other question, that there was something about these lands, “These lands are foreign to me, and there is nothing special about them. They are full of people who are blind and fear magic, stags show more bravery in facing a hunter with an arrow pointed at his face than these people do,” he replied sourly now, “And I am here merely to collect information, nothing more. I got separated from my scouting friend,” his eyes glanced over towards her now, “Why are you here? I believe you and I have different ideas of life as it is, let alone traveling through this area.”
[/font] This is a WAR The BLOOD will spill,
The VOICES will be heard.[/center] NOTES: | I LIVVEEEEE. Kay, the end.| MUSIC: |Wake Up The Voiceless - Story of the Year| TAGS: |Kory|
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Post by Gael on Nov 27, 2011 0:36:56 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day, He noticed how the other bit his lip now, although, his laughter had not meant to be an insult, or perhaps it had. Gael thought very little of what his actions might mean to other people, other than the fact that this whole situation was quite humorous to him in many ways. Funny how he traveled Albion in search of answers, scouting out things that he needed for his people in order to protect themselves from another attack, and yet, here in Albion, it’s own people wished to destroy it. The five realms of Albion were powerful though, but if one did fall, Gael did wonder what would become of it. Of course, the druids and the elders still told of great things to come from these lands, but he could hardly agree, not after the bloodshed that he had witnessed. If they thought his people savage, then they were nothing but demons.
His question seemed to challenge Fin in a way, perhaps the young man had been hoping that he was going to just give in to his requests because of his poor past, but Gael was not like that. Everybody was on their own, and he still did not see the point in helping somebody from the lands that he wished to crush. While Gael stood there paitently, the rest of his party began to grow impatient with this wait. Snorts and stomps escaped the equines while a slight pine escaped the dog, they had been standing around for far too long and were not making camp. They were starting to get nervous even when there was nothing to fear. Slate eyes though, did not leave Fin though, waiting to hear upon his offering, "You're new here, to these lands. I can help you, I know these forests and well, you don't fit in. If you don't want to be caught by the king's guards, you need someone on your side.”
How childish. He shook his head slightly, “If I run into any guards, I’ll just kill them,” after all, Gael had no problem with getting his hands dirty, espeaically with the blood of his enemy. With that, he turned and started to move away when Fin’s next answer caused him to stop in his tracks, “Because I’ll kill Uther. And he won’t be a threat to you or your home anymore.” Gael glanced over his shoulder now, back at the young male to see how serious he was. Honestly, he had no idea if Camelot had been amoungst the realms that had ventured into Caledonia, but he wouldn’t put it past it’s King. After all, he was the one who feared magic the most, something that the people of his lands were sometimes gifted with. Not to mention, Camelot was one of the strongest, if not the strongest, of the five kingdoms of Albion. The fall of its king would weaken alliances with a young and naïve teenage boy sitting on the throne. He reached for one of his blades now, pulling it free of its sheath, the metal scratching against the protection before he tossed it towards Fin now, “Show me what you know.”
[/font] This is a WAR The BLOOD will spill,
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Post by Gael on Oct 12, 2011 20:22:53 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
He could still see that this other was nervous of him. Honestly, Gael could not blame him. They looked nothing alike, and if anything, the Caledonian looked of the wild, where as this young man looked like a frighten animal half of the time. The forest life did not do him well, either that or he had yet to learn how to really adapt to such a life style. Granted, most people never did unless they were born into it which he clearly was not. When Gael spoke of fighting back though, a minor spark almost seemed to alight in the young man’s eye, but he did not care to comment on such a thing. He still remained still in his tracks though, hand holding onto his flea bitten horse’s reigns as slate eyes studied the young man, lost in thought but as well as having an awakening.
Right when Gael thought he would leave the other alone to his thoughts, his voice spoke up, “I can’t fight back on my own,” he started now, a pause hanging heavy in the air, “Can you teach me?” Slate eyes just stared at him now for a moment before laughter escaped the Caledonian and he shook his head lightly, “Teach you? You have nothing to offer me,” he replied back easily. Fin was forgetting that he was still of Albion descent, and therefore, Gael saw no respect, not off the bat. Respect was something to be earned, just like training and the rights and passage to a warrior. The Picts fighting style was something that stayed within the tribe, outsiders knew nothing about it unless they fought before and they were amongst the feared within the highlands even amongst the other tribes, “Why should I teach you if you’re so determine to learn?”
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Post by Gael on Oct 12, 2011 20:10:10 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISE of a new day,
It did not matter to him as to whether she massacred his language or not. For some reason, Gael thought her different from the others and felt a patience with her that he would lack with others, although, he was not entirely sure why. Perhaps not all of Albion was bad, although, it was bad to get distracted by such things, not when there were things that he had to take care of on behalf of Caledonia and somehow, or perhaps he was just being sexist, but he could not imagine her being approving of the violence that he meant to bring later down the road. When she apologized now for her mispronunciation, a faint smile came to Gael’s lips, “It’s is fine, she will not hold you to it,” he replied easily enough as the mare turned her head away. His eyes glanced towards the other two now, far more curious with the woman for it shown in their eyes and ears, yet, they did not dare move from their spot. He wouldn’t believe that they feared her though, just as she did not seem to either.
“I do not,” she informed him now, causing his gaze to glance back over towards her now, a mild curiosity lingering in his eyes. Her voice was certain, and there was no falter at all in her words, yet Gael thought that there should be. While he wouldn’t hurt her, there were things that he was both capable of and dangerous of, something that would bold well if he was not right in the mind. Trust is something that should be earned, not freely given, especially by a woman in the woods, “I find no reason to fear you. For you have shown me nothing but understanding and kindess,” she continued on. Gael remained quiet for a moment, his slate eyes resting on her as she spoke with soft and kind words. Honestly, he could not understand her, she was a riddle and mysterious that just happened to come out of the words to him, blindsided in a way, “You are…different,” he replied gruffly, uncertain of how to even respond and for once, lost for words and therefore, distracted himself with Shergar’s mane for a moment.
Gael would not comment on how she did not generalize him as other people did, as he and his own friends did when it came to others. Perhaps all the lands had a certain sense of pride, and that is what they were cursed with. Strength and bonds between Caledonia and those of Albion were never strong, the invasion had just been an insult to injury and to the tribes, a means of war. He found it odd that she wished to know what Caledonia was like, not very many people did, they all just clumped it into the traditional stereotype that went along with its people, wild and ruthless and in a way, it was true, but that did not mean that it was not without beauty, “It sounds like a wondrous place,” she exclaimed now, sincerity in her voice, causing Gael’s slate eyes to glance up towards her from his horse, even the animals glanced over at her as if they understood her words in confusion. At her new few words, the man simply nodded, “We are not like most cultures, not around these territories at least.”
At her question as to whether he was a warrior or not, Gael felt laughter escape him. It would seem obvious, perhaps though, she was simply asking out of formality, “Granted passage by the gods and my tribes people. My tattoo is my approval and status amongst them as well as other warriors,” he replied now, nodding towards his bicep’s artwork of Celtic knots and designs. The conversation moved forward though, and he found himself getting into emotional subjects that he did not care much for, she was an outsider, he did not complete expect her to understand his words, and when she apologized, Gael truly was not sure as to why she was doing so. As for her next words, a faint chuckle escaped him, “There is no peace without violence,” he commented, there was no other way to look at it. That was how the tribes functioned, the only reason why they have been uniting and putting differences aside is the invasions from Albion.
His clench on the reins had been noticed by her eyes, Gael almost hadn’t been paying attention even with the skin stretching, “I feel that asking questions is the only way to obtain knowledge. For otherwise, people can only assume things and misjudge,” she offered now in answer to his question. The man remained silent as he continued to stare at her with his slate eyes, allowing her to continue to talk, “Have my questions or comments caused any offense? For it was not my intention if so.” Gael remained quiet, nudging the flea bitten grey horse forward, guiding him down the hill to stand besides the woman so he could get a closer look at her. Shergar let out a snort, and pranced slightly, but Gael kept him in place. If the horse was acting up, it had to do with magic, “Knowledge may be important to you, but you remember that asking questions can get you in trouble. I take no offense though, I’m just over emotional as it is,” there was a pause, “My name is Gael,” he added on now, curious to see how much a simple introduction will get him from her.
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Post by Gael on Oct 3, 2011 15:24:40 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
At the last battle, the woman seemed to get herself back up on her feet to strike a beast, but missed it’s skull and Gael found her weapons of choice coming near his neck. His muscles tensed as his slate eyes narrowed as they continued to come near his neck now, but just in time, she had managed to freeze herself. If those blades had come another inch near him, he would have knocked them out of her hands well as the red head on the ground. The way Gael saw it, if she didn’t know how to fight with somebody else on the field, then she shouldn’t be wielding weapons at all. But no harm came to either of them, unless the blood caked on him meant something, “Kory!” she stated cheerily enough, extending out her own bloodied hang towards him but Gael simply stared at her and ignored her hand now, still displeased with her appearance, “Gael,” he finally replied flatly, hoping that would be the end of that.
But a whistle escaped her and the foliage rustled a little before out came the flea bitten grey horse. He honestly had no idea of whether he should smile or continue to frown. Gael was annoyed that the horse had taken off like that, clearly finding it hard to prove his worth as a warrior’s mount. At least out in Albion, Shergar proved to be fearful of the wild magic that was far different from that of Caledonia. His gaze flickered back towards Kory now as she explained how Shergar had come to her and then went as so far to say that he should be more careful. Gael felt a glower appear across his face, and he did not care. Interacting with anybody but his own people proved to be difficult, and he would not argue that he could get rather emotional, especially when it comes to somebody telling him what to do when they were hardly equal in his eyes, “And if I stumbled upon them again, I would take them down just as easily,” he replied, reaching out now and grabbing his steed by the reins and pulling her easily away from the redhead as Ochulissa and Saorise came up by his side now.
The other two animals remained slightly wearing, especially the shadowmere who hid her head behind Gael now, only allowing herself to peer over him with her red orbs on occasion at the new comer. The dog on the other hand, did not hide and very much like her master, stood her ground. There was no wag in her tail, but she was not bearing her teeth either. For her, it was a very much a stand still, the same that Gael seemed to be in at the moment with the current situation, “I know there is a safe place a few miles from here. If you guys need water?” The man remained quiet for a moment, as much as he did not want to admit to her, they do need water. He glanced over at the animals for a moment. Saorise had a mar on her hide that was already healing itself up, and Ochulissa and Shergar looked nothing but tired, “You may show us the way,” Gael replied, but distrust still hung heavy in his voice, after all, he was an outsider in these lands.
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Post by Gael on Sept 27, 2011 18:44:16 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
Gael only cocked his head slightly as he saw the young man react to the purge in such a way. Had that been a flinch that he had seen? The animals had noticed it too, and they shifted their weight about ever so slightly but did not utter a sound. It became clear to the warrior that he had struck a chord and it made him ponder as to how far of a victim he had been? No doubt family members were killed in the process if he had reacted in such a way. Actions always speak much louder than words when nobody wanted to share. Before he could ask such things though, the little forest dweller seemed to find his voice, “Yes, the king killed my parents,” ah, so he had been right. There was such an emotional trauma rooted within this young man, “I lost my brother – I don’t know whether he is alive or dead. I live here because I have nowhere else to go.”
Slate eyes simply stared at him for a moment before he shook his head slight, “You’re wrong. That’s when you fight back,” he replied, his voice serious and strong. The purge had turned everybody into cowards who had forgotten how to fight back. He did not believe in living in the shadows, cowering like some dog that was waiting to get beaten by its master. Of course, that was how the people of Caledonia were, rebels to Albion, the fighting spirit. Gael turned to leave now, holding onto Shergar’s bridle and whistled to the others to follow his lead, knowing full well that the young man would not respond to his banter about his hunter, for this little forest dweller was far too riled up now to probably answer his questions, “My name is Fin,” he stated now, “And yours?” This question caused Gael to stop in his tracks and he glanced over towards the other now, “Gael.”
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Post by Gael on Sept 16, 2011 17:32:01 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISE of a new day,
At his words, the woman did nothing more than smile now. It was odd to see somebody take so kindly to him or his presence. Although, he shouldn’t think any differently of her than anybody else he had run into. Perhaps she smiled kindly at him because he proved to not be a threat, nor did his odd group of animals who remained silently now, only the occasional snort escaping the shadowmere or the horse, and the dog remained quiet and still as a statue, “As we both seem to be on neutral ground, there should be not disturbance then from their either party. It was merely two strangers, crossing an unfamiliar path with one another.” Her words, while understandable, were completely foreign to him. Slate eyes merely stared at her, uncertain of how to take her words. She spoke as if she were a queen like those of Albion, politics included. Gael said nothing though and merely dipped his head in a slight nod.
When she tried to pronounce the shadowmere’s name though, a chuckle escaped the young man. It her voice did not flow well with it, or at least how she talked. It was understandable, for most of the names of his language were hard for others to grasp hold of unless from the region. He knew that he was blessed with a simple enough name, and Rannoch’s name proved to be questionable at points. When she commented on how beautiful it was, his gaze moved from her towards Saoirse, still hiding her head behind him, “Hear that?” he asked. Saoirse inched her head out for a moment, glancing back at the maiden now for a moment but then returned her attention to other things. Gael just continued to stare at her for a moment, but the other’s words brought his attention back now, “Caledonia,” she commented now, his gaze snapping back towards her; a smile still on her face, “You do not fear me?”
Strange if that would be the case. He could only imagine what people say about his culture in these parts, “I have never had the privilege of visiting the lands you speak of,” and that was probably a wise thing for her to do. Gael loved his home and people, but he knew for a fact that foreign women were a prize, and sometimes, they were not treated as such, “Rolling hills and endless woods. There are open spaces though, we have no cities or large structures what the people of these lands have, no monarchs or kingdoms. There are several tribes though scattered throughout the lands. My people are on the upper highlands, overlooking the waters and the warriors paint themselves blue,” his gaze moved off for a moment towards the trees, “People of Albion keep on invading. Caledonia is wild and untamed, just like a wild animal. People should understand that,” he muttered now, his grip tightening on the reins, stretching the skin over his knuckles white. His gaze moved back towards her now, “You have a lot of outspoken curiosity for a woman.”
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Post by Gael on Sept 16, 2011 15:53:45 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
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Gael would give the young man some credit that he did not move, despite the situation not being in his favor at the moment. It took guts to do such a thing, and he recognized that in any body, not just his own people of Caledonia. The fact that he lived here was hard to believe, or well, the notion of him choosing to live here was a little farfetched for Gael. After all, this man looked nothing like a forest dweller. He was gaunt, with curly hair and lean, skinny almost. Yet, he had quite the determined little look across his face, a harden state in his in his eyes, “Yes, I live here,” he stated now, even looking a little shocked by the confidence in his voice, “But not through choice.” Ah, so, there was the answer now, and it seemed that the warrior had been right by the situation. His slate eyes traveled towards the two horses now as well as the dog, they had been still as statues almost, waiting for the man to do something.
His gaze moved back towards het young man now, their eyes locked and neither one of them of them prone to backing down at the moment. This man had a lot of pride and was incredibly foolish, or he was just scared, Gael could not decide upon it at the moment, “Ah, you are the victim of the purge?” Caledonia was not as isolated as people seemed to think, the tribes still heard of the rumors and whispers that pass through the lands and up to the highlands, they knew everything about Albion. If anything, they were the savages to the Caledonians. The purge was something that had been centered around a kingdom known as Camelot, but Gael knew that it had extended its boundaries throughout all of Albion. It was not something he entirely understood, but everybody has their fears.
It was interesting to say the least, after his words of being from the North, the man still did not move. He hardly flinched, usually that was enough to get a rise out of people. A moment passed before he decided to speak, “I was not spying,” the young man said in a defense now. There was a pause in his voice, and Gael continued to stare at him, growing bored almost before he added on, “I was catching rabbits.” Slate eyes flickered towards his hands, which, of course, were rabbitless. If anything, Gael was quite certain that Ochulissa was holding onto the only rabbit at the moment, “And yet, you are rabbitless,” he commented now, an amused tone in his voice, “Tell me, little forest dweller, what is your name anyways?”
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Post by Gael on Sept 12, 2011 17:31:50 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISE of a new day,
Whatever worry that had filled the air, managed to be distilled once he had come onto the scene, for the woman at least. The shadowmere herself was still weary, and he could only tell for her red orbs never left the woman. It had taken him a moment to realize that she had been shedding tears from her encounter with Saoirse and Ochulissa, which was almost quite puzzling. Other than their sounds, the two animals had hardly done anything but stand there. Gael would have thought her not used to animals if it were not for that white horse, of course, not everybody liked to see the more rugged creatures that the world had to hold. But, her gaze did not hold on the animals any longer but on him, and for once, it was Gael who felt himself nervous under her stare and not his usual high strung grey horse.
Her eyes lingered on his tattoo; he knew it marked him as an outsider of Albion. The way she stared at it, it became clear to him that it was something strange and foreign to her, unlike anything that she had ever seen. At his words, stale eyes noticed the faint color that came to her cheeks, hardly the reaction that she was expecting. Their eyes met, hers a cerulean blue almost, before she bowed. What a odd woman she was, Gael was uncertain of what to do. Albion was nothing more than a strange world to him, his people did not bow at each other, they did nothing but nod and only paid attention to woman that they loved or just wanted to get into bed with. So Gael did nothing but stare and remain emotionless for the time being. Her horse took a few steps back, the fear could be seen in the white of his eyes of this situation, fearful of them all.
“Kind Sir,” she spoke softly now, her voice barely above a whisper to him, “Please forgive my intrusion if I have disturbed the land you and your companions graze on,” there was a pause before she added on, “I did not mean to place you at any inconvenience.” She had a strange way of talking; it was so formal to him. Slate eyes merely stared at her for a moment before finally speaking, “We were merely passing through, there was no disturbance at all on your end. Clearly, it was them who disturbed you,” Gael replied now, his Caledonian accent coming out strong. Her gaze moved from him towards the other two now, Saoirse in particular. Noticing the woman’s gaze on her, the shadowmere took a step towards Shergar now and turned, placing her head near Gael to hide, “What is her name?”
He did not answer right away, his hand moving and petting the dark horse even at his awkward angle, his fingers running through the clumped mane, “Her name is Saoirse. Means ‘Freedom’ in my peoples language,” he said now, his eyes still on the shadowmere for a moment and then to Ochulissa, who was staring just at the white horse. Finally though, his gaze moved back towards the woman, “She is from Albion, but the rest of us come from the highlands of the north,” Gael commented casually, studying her to see her reaction. The highlands of Caledonia were often regarded to not be a safe place, a dangerous wilderness run by ‘savages’ as those of Albion referred to them. The tribes could be quite violent, but so was their culture and perhaps ‘proper’ people, just could not accept that. He was curious to see if her stance on him would change or not.
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Post by Gael on Sept 11, 2011 15:15:19 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISE of a new day,
The deerhound moved quickly through the woods, darting in and out of the shadows as if she were playing nothing more than a game of tag and occasionally taking nips at the heels of the shadowmere. While usually a patient animal, the mare was growing tired of such games, especially since she sensed something afoot. But they were father ahead than their human and his steed to call back, so they did nothing more than continue on. All their pathways came to an end at the same time; it was just a matter of how long they had to wait. There was a flash of white up ahead, that Saoirse saw and while she did not normally leave the dog behind, the undead horse carried itself forward up a sloping hill in the forests and stopped on the top. Her ears twitched, but there was nothing to be found until there was a snap. The shadowmere turned her head, red orbs resting on a woman and a white steed. It was but for a second when the deer hound appeared besides the shadowmere and let out a loud bark, she too staring at the arrivals.
Saoirse and Ochulissa were always ahead of the group. It was something that Gael could not really explain, for the Shadowmere in no way was adventurous, so perhaps it was merely because they were the girls of the group and decided to just stick together while he and Shergar hung back. The splitting of the group normally did not bother the Pict just as long as nobody got separated for relocating everybody always proved to be a problem, especially after an ambush which appeared to be common in the forests of Albion. All of these odd creatures were beginning to become a nuisance for Gael, but it also proved to be one of the reasons as to why the council of tribes had been selective in who they should send into the depths of Albion to learn of its weaknesses. The fact that half of the land was made up of trees though, proved that the gods favored the tribes, for they were scattered about in the northern lands as well. His mind had wandered often back to home, and it was a bad thing to do, for it left him open to surprises on occasion, such as Ochulissa’s bark.
Beneath him, the fleabitten grey horses yanked his head, startled by the loud sound that had broken the tranquility of the peace and quiet of the woods, “Shergar, still,” Gael muttered, getting a control of the flighty animal. He never quite understood his horse, while a great steed back home and even in the tribe battles, serves as the bravest of them all, was always rendered into a fearful colt in Albion. The wild magic put him unease. There was another bark that escaped the dog, this time followed by an ugly squeal of the shadowmere, and that was when Gael sent his horse into a quick gallop. It did not take long to find them, they had kept a straight path for the most part and from the bottom of the small incline, he could still see Saoirse and Ochulissa standing there, staring at something. Shergar climbed the small incline now and soon pulled up beside the other two of their party to look and see a woman on her horse. Naturally, she looked afraid, but that did not take away from her breathtaking beauty. Of course, foreign women were nothing but trouble, and therefore, he pushed his thoughts aside, “Ah, beauty afraid of the beast, what a surprise,” he murmured now, his slate eyes falling on the woman, “She fears you and your horse more than you fear her.”
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Post by Gael on Sept 11, 2011 15:06:08 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
Slate eyes just stared around at the cockatrices starting to circle in on him and the other two now. A nervous snort escaped Saoirse even though she technically couldn’t die, and a ugly growl escaped Ochulissa, baring her fangs in a dangerous manner even though those lizards were far bigger than her. There was some movement, off by a tree and both their heads snapped towards the sound, their brown and eye orbs eyeing something that the cockatrices were not paying attention too. Gael’s attention diverted if but for a second when out of the tree came somebody with bright red hair, landing on of the cockatrice and skinning a blade right into its skin. It took Gael a moment to realize that this was a woman and the whole situation just became a lot weirder. There were no female warriors in Caledonia, sure, some woman learned to spare incase of invading tribes or even Albion’s people as a way of defense for themselves, but never be brought into the battle.
She came to their little group now, glancing up after the blood had been spilled. Gael just eyed her as well as the other two now, hardly in trust and mostly in confusion or annoyance. He did not need any help, especially by that of a woman’s. If Rannoch was here, he’d be laughing his head off right about now. Gael surrounded by five monstrous lizards and a woman with odd red hair was helping him out. The thought alone brought a look of annoyance to his face. Neither Ochulissa nor Saoirse knew of what to make of her either, but they were hardly ones to take a liking to strangers, “Well, don’t stop on my account,” the woman stated now. That did it, it caused a snort to escape the man and he rolled his eyes, he did not need to put up with this right now. The two just kept on staring at her for a moment until the sound of the cockatrices moving forward though brought their attention back. Five left, and it would be easy enough. He had faced worse battles than this.
The group moved forward now, Ochulissa running forward and snapping at the feet of the gigantic lizards, proving to be as much of a nuisance to them as much as she was towards Gael the other half of the time. But she proved to be the distraction that he needed to get an open shot as he grabbed a dagger free from its small sheath and threw it swift and hard, lodging it right in the edge. An ugly roar escaped the animal and Ochulissa just continued to bark and snap, grabbing at its legs now with her fangs before darting away towards another while Gael finished it off with a blow to the neck, with one or two hacks, not enough to completely server the head, but enough to let it hang there half off. Quickly, he turned now to already see that two others were down, which only left two left which were on the woman now, a scream of pain escaping her. Figures. He hadn’t seen what happened as to why she was on the ground, but it wouldn’t surprise him if the dog or the shadowmere had caused her to trip in their antics.
Speaking of them, as the one cockatrice came racing towards the woman now, Saoirse blinded sided it, slamming her body into the animal. A screech escaped the cockatrice as it lashed out at the shadowmere now, it’s claws slashing into her haunches causing an ugly squeal to escape her, and kicked out, her back legs slamming into its head just as Ochulissa bounded up and her jowls and fangs sank into its scaly neck, clearly not letting go even when the animal began to thrash about. Gael knew that they could handle themselves even if they were just animals so he turned towards the last beast now that had bulked a little at something the woman did, but the man did not care as he sprinted forward and in the same fashion as last time, brought his blade crashing into the skull, crunching the skull down and the cockatrice dropped towards it’s stomach now, lifeless, just as Saoirse and Ochulissa brought down the other one. Slate eyes just stared at the woman now, “I do not know who you are, but I did not need your help.”
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Post by Gael on Sept 11, 2011 15:01:02 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
For a moment, he thought the other might move under his gaze, or even the gaze of the animals. People, for whatever reason, did not like to be stared at by something they did not believe intelligence. There was a supernatural element about it that seemed to unnerve them and make them wary that their death might come about. Gael had never cared if an animal stared at him, if death were to come for him, he would love to see try and claim his life in the form of an animal. No, if there were to be any honor in his death, it would be in a battle for his country, not out in the depths of Albion. His eyes flickered over the curly haired man’s fists, clenching slightly as he stood his ground, clearly not going to move as he replied stubbornly, “I live here.” This man could not honestly expect him to believe such a thing, could he?
Laughter escaped Gael as he shook his head slightly, "What? You? Out here in the woods?” Honestly, the man reminded him of a runt of the litter, the one who always has to stand his ground to prove himself to the rest of the litter even though it was foolish task. Although, he did not seem to be joking how as he crossed his arms over his chest, still not backing up even though he should, “Where are you from then? And why are you here?” Slate eyes just stared for a moment before he swung his leg over the side of the grey horse and he hit the ground on his own two feet. The moment it happened, the horse backed up a step or two, unlike its master, it was weary of this new person. Like Gael, the other two were not and stood their grounds like stone statues, even a bark escaped Ochulissa at each time the man made.
He took a step forward towards the other, “Hasn’t anybody taught you that you should ask a lot of questions of stranger?” Gael asked now, his eyes never leaving the man. Although, perhaps this person was of nobody important. He did not look like an invader, he didn’t look like a much of a fighter at all, “I come from the northern lands, untouched by Albion. I’m sure you’ve heard stories of the northern highlands and how it’s a dangerous wilderness run by savage people,” there was a pause in his voice as he stopped in his steps now, “And I am here for my people,” Gael finished, his eyes narrowing how, “And what of you? Is it your mission in life to spy on people and their animals?”
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Post by Gael on Sept 5, 2011 16:25:52 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
They were cutting through Albion once again, it always seemed that he was traveling through these lands now more than his own lands back home in the highlands. Albion was always such a strange place, how everything was broken up into kingdoms with leaders that believe themselves appointed by their single god and all of their warriors covered themselves in heavy fitted armor. No, it was not a land that he preferred traveling through at all, but after everything that had happened, Gael never argued when the council called upon him and the others to set foot into the lands again to find weaknesses against them. Perhaps it was being separated from his friend, Rannoch, that bothered him more than being away from home.
If Gael was rash, than his blonde friend was worse than that. He did not believe that the other thought very well, and unlike Gael, proved to fall very easily for foreign woman, something he would quite never understand. He was just never somebody that they should allow to be on his own, despite his great influence in the warrior's code and his own skills within the Pict's tribe. A snort escaped Shergar now and the flea bitten gray horse stopped dead in it's tracks now, glancing to and from the various bodies of woods, and it was not just him who did it, but the others as well. Gael turned slightly in the makeshift saddle towards the others, the dog on edge and hairs raised as the shadowmere pawed the grown, her ears flatten.
No sooner did he grab for one of his blades now, did something come out of the forest. It was rather large, perhaps the size of a dog, but it was a reptile of some sort with two bridges coming out of it's back. A cockatrice if he could remember correctly, damn Albion and it's odd creatures, Caledonia only ever had to worry about wolves and the people of Albion as a threat. The cockatrice took a lunge for him now and Shergar reared wildly, a whinny escaping him but the large animal still managed to knock both horse and rider over now. Freeing himself, Gael pulled himself free from the horse who wildly got up now, but the cockatrice could not care at all for the horse and took another lunge at Gael. The others let loose sounds and the dog, Ochulissa, took a snap at it as it swung it's tail towards her as if she were but a fly.
She and Saoirse continued to dance around the animal, enough to distract it as the man scrambled up to his feet now and ran towards the animal, his sword out and ready for damage. Taking a jump, he landed on his feet and his sword digging itself right into the center of the skull now along the flat of it's head, the deafening crunch of the bone against steel when it met, "Well, that was easy," he commented towards the others now, who simply stared at him, "I suppose we should go find Shergar," although, no sooner did he said that did the others react again, perhaps it was something that they could smell and that he could not. Glancing up, more cockatrice ahead appeared, many surrounding around the small group now, "And so the games begin..."
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Post by Gael on Sept 5, 2011 16:02:17 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON, for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
Ochulissa was still standing still, continuing to growl into the woods and even though Gael had spoke, nothing appeared to happen. Of course, the man would trust his animals senses more than his own, but even now, he could tell that there was somebody there due to his training. Although, they hardly seemed to be a threat, whoever they may be. If that had been the case, then surely they would have attacked by now. Shergar danced on his hooves slightly, easily getting riled up by the commotion, but Gael managed to keep him still, even with the snap of a twig or a branch but a few feet away from them. Eyes narrowed for a moment, but before he could threaten the individual once again, the woods seemed to move.
The rustling grew louder now and it was not long before another man made an appearance. It was hard to tell if he were older than Gael or not, but all men, at least in his tribe were viewed as equals despite their age. He was skittish looking, trying hard to not look nervous even though he clearly was. Gael could not entirely blame him though, a man in the woods was never up to good, especially if he could tell if he was not from Albion territory. He of course was not the only one staring at this curly haired human; the others were as well. Saoirse remained quiet, her red eyes dull and lifeless as Shergar's own brown orbs continued on in mild fear and threat, it was only Ochulissa who remained defiant towards this new arrival.
It was not long though before this curious stranger spoke, "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" he inquired now, a nervous hinge to his voice that underlay whatever bravery he might have had. Gael continued to stare at him for a moment before laughter escaped him, "And the same can be asked of you," he replied easily enough, his Caledonian accent thick now, "Although, I do believe that you are smart enough to figure out that I am not from around these parts."
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Post by Gael on Sept 1, 2011 18:41:37 GMT -5
-Gael of Caledonia-They're the REASON, for defiance,
We can't ignore
We're the PROMISEof a new day,
The woods were still. There had been no sign of life of either man or animal for quite some time now, but he supposed that was what made Albion dangerous, everything was always so still. There was a time where it wasn’t though, and while Gael had been but a boy during those times, his father and mother had told many of stories about how the magic had been alive within Albion. Perhaps, if the magic had still been alive, then many those people wouldn’t keep on venturing into the lower lands of Caledonia to try and take land. The battle had been brutal enough to carry into the highlands where those soldiers soon met their ends. But still, it proved to be enough of a wakeup call for all the tribes. For once, they could come to an agreement on something and set their paths towards a greater goal: end of the invasions. For all he knew, nothing had happened since his departure, for some of the finest warriors from all of the tribes with Caledonia have been sent to move into Albion now, gather information and weaknesses on the various kingdoms. It would have been nicer if he and Rannoch had not been separated as friends always battle together than apart, but alas, the gods did not wish it for them and he was stuck with animals.
Speaking of animals, the horse beneath him had stopped in its tracks. Blue grey eyes glanced down at the highland’s horse for a moment, which was staring curiousally over at something. Following it’s gaze, he soon spotted what it was starting at: a rabbit. Already, Gael could feel his mouth salivate at such a thing, for it had been a while since they had fresh meat. All what he and the dog had been living off of was jerky, which grew old and tiresome after a while. Although, the only way to get a rabbit was to shoot it, which often proved to be a problem for the Pict warrior. Give him a man to slay, he would have no problem doing it with shield or sword, and yet, here, give him a rabbit and a bow and arrow, and the situation became quite dire. Reaching into the quiver that sat tied off to a piece of the make shift saddle and placing it into the bow, he pulled it back and allowed the arrow to fly and of course, for Gael, it missed it’s mark by about two feet. The sound alone startled the rabbit and it took off. Placing his fingers to his lips, a unique whistle sounded out, “Ochulissa!” There was a scrambling in the bushes from behind as a large and furry dog sprang out, her eyes catching sight of the white tail that darted into the woods.
Without much say from her master, the large dog surged forward now . Her long legs carrying her across the grounds with high speed. Without a moment’s hesitation to lose, Gael nudged the gray highland horse, “Get!” Just as the dog did, the horse sprang forward as well as another lumbering animal behind it as they raced after Ochulissa into the darker parts of the woods now. Just up ahead, he could see her grey body traveling after the rabbit as it tried to lose her by zig zaging it’s path, dirt and leaves flying from the sharp turns. It only made Gael cluck to the horse now, “Go Shergar, Saoirse, we must cut it off for her,” and with that he lead his horse forward now to head after the rabbit while the black animal behind them dove into the woods, but the breaking of branches of it’s movements could be heard. The rabbit must have known that it’s end was near for it put on another burst of speed, but between the grey horse and the black animal, there was no way but to run straight and that’s when the dog sprang. Her teeth clamped down on small animal before shaking it wildly and stumbling, but managed to catch herself on her paws now, the rabbit did, “Ah, we all shall have a feast to night, come on long.” Both the horse and black animal, which upon closer look, could be indentified as a shadowmere (black horse with sharpened teeth and black eyes), walked on, the dog did not.
Pausing and causing the horses to stop, Gael twisted on his seat and glanced back at the dog now. She had dropped the rabbit and her large head and snout was pointed in another direction, “Ochulissa! Come! We do not need to stand around now that the rabbit is caught,” and yet, nothing happened. After a moment though, her grey hair stood on edge and a snarl escaped her with her hackles raised. There was something out there, human perhaps by the way she had taken her stance in a defying way. Steel blue eyes stared out at the forests now for a moment, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword and he was ready to use his magic at any point, “Show yourself,” he called out, “I do not fear you.”
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