Adventures Aboard the Pid
On the world known as Mhida, great colossi powered by Fallen Stars, bits of flesh stripped from celestial creatures beyond the heavens set the world in motion. These colossi, named “Nwundi” by the inhabitants of Mhida, shape the terrain around them to suit their core element. One Nwundi, named Daktnai’Awik, the “Egg Bearer,” creates a horribly, muddy landscape barren of anything but droves of giant bugs. Still, the natives of the land, the Fei, strive to make a living in their clans or “Tzi.” One of these clans, a “Rohntzi,” exists on the back of a giant Pidanda, a great, many legged creature resembling a massive centipede.
(Note: there is a lot of lore and backstory to set up, so please be patient while I get all of the information posted.)
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OneXOne: Pavan and Bakki
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A specially requested one on one roleplay with my Bakki and Cato’s adorable Pavan. Stalk as you like,but don’t interrupt.
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The Thrisde made life easier for him. The creature could walk for what seemed turns on end without tiring. And Bakki could ride upon its back with little to jostle and loosen the tight-bound bandages that covered his limbs and part of his face. Each was stained a deep blue with his blood, blood that refused to clot over wounds that refused to seal. Such was his curse and his course, to find a way to end the bleeding. He hoped that through this barren waste, he could cross over to the void lands, a place where no Shi could touch or interfere, where the Mire was raw. Rumor said that was where the Asagi, Fei of myth, made their home.
He bobbed along, nearing sleep on the back of the tri-horned insect until the beast gave a shrill hiss beneath him, drawing him back to the world. “A’ata?!” he called to it, wondering what the fuss was. But his question was answered quickly as he saw the encroaching Pidanda. Rising from his seated position a bit he drew quickly a makeshift spear used to prod off bugs, he tried to brandish it against the threat. “No! Nono! Go on, you! Get away from us!”
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Aha! Finally, she had it in her grasp. Pavan the Pid-Driver seemed elated by this, letting out a sharp breath as a kind of stifled celebration of the imminent destruction of that which had bothered her for so long. The Pid itself was menacing, its countless articulating legs, body clad in dull armour, scuttling closer and closer with each passing moment. As it drew closer, Pavan drew her knife made from whittled Thrisde mandible and brandished it at her opponent. “This is the last time you get in my way!” she snapped as she brought the blade across her enemy.
The last real lock of hair on her head fell into her hand, removed from her body, like the rest of her hair, for blocking her line of sight or getting in her face one too many times. She was left with a few very short patches, some peach fuzz and bald spots covering the rest of her head. Much more practical.
Now she was free to look up and see the spear-wielding rider in front of her – the one about to be set upon by [one of] the biggest[s] bug in the shi. “What are you doing?!” she screamed down at the capped head of the beast she was sitting on. “We don’t eat people!” Normally Pavan would take a moment to appreciate the falsity of her exclamation – of course we eat people; just not now because food wasn’t that scarce – but right now she was sliding down the front hood of the Pid’, landing in the loose soil in front of it, spreading her arms in an effort to command it to stop. It didn’t. So she took her big stick and bashed it between the eyes a few times, grunting “stop” with each blow. That seemed to work.
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The sound of a mortal voice startled the Rohn, him having thought himself alone in a shi so barren that not even most fei would bother trying to settle there. But it seemed that this Pidanda had a host perched on top of it. He froze in place, spear still in hand while the beasts beneath him shrieked and staggered. This drew him from his shock, and he took up the reins again, stabling it. “Alright, you’re alright! It’s stopping!” he called. The Thrisde staggered back a few steps, turning to face the Pid before settling down, the shrieks fading to soft hisses protesting its position.
“Hey! You there! Is this your bug?” His voice was firm, assertive as any Rohn’s would be. He wondered if this girl had a clan with her, and if not, how she managed to tame such a massive beast all on her own.
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The voice coming over her shoulder would have demanded the attention of anyone paying more attention to the real world, but Pavan rarely did that. Still facing the Pid, she raised a hand behind her, gently shushing the Rohn as she addressed her clan’s mount. “How many times?!” he would be able to hear her mutter. “Are we not feeding you enough? Akalp was right – you never think about anything other than food!” Then a gasp. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t pretend to hear that!”
Palming the Pid off for now, Pavan turned to face the stranger. Her face showed something like embarrassment tinged with exhaustion, like this kind of thing was not something she was unfamiliar with – she did drive a very hungry Pidanda. “Yes. This is my bug.”