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Fun in the Sun
Her encounter with Patchwork had worked out better than she had hoped for. When he had called her out on following him, Tigerlily had been sure he would remain tightlipped, leaving her with but a taste of what was happening. Before this had all begun, she had deluded herself into thinking all she needed was to see with her own eyes the reality of the truth. But now, with the vision of a winged Tyrian, soaring through the sky effortlessly as if it was their own fate in life, she only found the desire to know more to well forth. Curiosity was a dangerous thing in the desert, what with how closely most secrets were guarded. Dig too deep, and often times something would come out to bite down hard. She had learned the hard way it was best to keep to herself, only reaching out to learn more when it was absolutely necessary, rather than on a whim. And yet, it was impossible to ignore this feeling now, impossible to turn away the what ifs that churned in her mind, leaving without the strength
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Unearthing Treasures
The journey of a thousand miles had begun, and with success upon the weight of her steps, Tigerlily was pleased with the turn of events. While Marrow hadn’t shared much with her, a woman of few words, temperamental as a predator was meant to be, she had given the female what she needed to continue on her path, to find the answers that only seemed to build with each passing day. There had been so little unveiled with her past meetings, more questions raised and answered, and yet, just enough to keep her wanting more, yearning to discover the mystery that had appeared without consequence, bared upon tongues of nosy merchants and frightened natives. As harmless as they had acted, Patchwork and Marrow here hardly creatures that could get away with being anonymous. They were impressive, immense in size, living myths returned to the living world anew. Perhaps to unearth hidden legends that had faded into nothing. Perhaps to retake what they had lost. Maybe to find purpose in failures o
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Climb to Mount Olympus (pt.4)
The longer the thought about it, the greater her concern rose. There were so many who focused on what the tyrians could be thinking, could be planning, that there was so little thought put into what would happen to them. The varyons who lived throughout Reos had long been noble beasts, the great creatures that man had feared, and in time, come to stand as allies. Tyrians were a sudden change, something that would surely draw uncertainty amongst the lands. Fear was a dangerous things, for it bred cruelty and paranoia, and where such dark emotions thrived, evil lurked. She had seen horrible deeds committed in the name of peace, all in an effort to keep from feeling pain, and feeling the scathing bite of betrayal. In a way, she could understand some of the things her kin had done, the constant struggle for survival in an unforgiving world. The desert had never been kind, even to those who called it home. At times, to survive, things had to be done, lives weighed and found lesser than one&
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Fortune Favours the Bold (pt.4)
Like a game, there was a complexity to this encounter that she needed to play carefully. All this effort was for information, for truth. If she could see him as a living breathing reality, suddenly all those rumours were true, and so many questions now laid in her mind, popping up no sooner than she had managed to figure out an answer for her own. Though, likelihood was, whatever answers she managed to figure out was wrong, leaving the only one capable of leaving her thoughts sated standing before her. Eyes narrowed at his giggles, his easy laughter in the events he found himself in, and yet, for all the easy going nature he housed, promising a potential easy acquirement of the things she sought, Tigerlily in turn also found herself scowling. She was a female of serious moments, making those who were too easy by nature seem strange and foreign to her. Incapable. There was something that felt like avoidance, and to the Thedalian, life was much to precious, much to short, to fill her day
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Climb to Mount Olympus (Pt.3)
The path was silent, forever still, breathing in a sense of solitude that made her both uneasy, and exhilarated. How long she had walked to come to this place, hours stretching on into eternity? For a while, she merely stared at the rabbit, her impatience and need to know what it was that had come to life in this world pushing her forward. And yet, at the same time, it was, exhausting. It had been hours since she first set out on this path, and the monotony of the arid, dusty world around her seemed as if she had very little progress. It was the same grey landscape, cold and bitter, biting into her thin fur where the heavy clothe didn’t reach, leaving her limbs tingling and her eyes burning. It was so different from the world she knew, the heat, the unrelenting sun. A whole other world. And yet, at the same time, it was mystifying, to glimpse something so set apart from her beginning, and her present. What would happen, if she set out across the world, said her goodbyes to a land
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Fortune Favours the Bold (pt.3)
It was impossible to lose sight of him, her eyes taking in the draconic silhouette in awe, absorbing the traits that she had only ever seen in her fellow Vayron with curiosity. The strong line of his jaw, the small wedged ears, the geometric diamond chainmail lining his hide. While larger than than any other Reosean she had seen, there was a distinct line of his body that clearly spoke of a relation between this mysterious entity and her own blood. Even after she had come to believe the stories no sooner than she had first caught sight of him, there was something about seeing a living breathing Tyrian. She wasn’t imagining things, she wasn’t merely making up a mirage in her mind from the heat and paranoia. Sighing, she settled her belly in the sand, her paws curing beneath her chest as she watched him glide through the air. Down, down, down he spiralled, the great shadow of his wings shrinking, and finally, the ground rumbled, the Tyrian touching down. 
The gust of win
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A Witch's Prank
It was dark in the streets of Warrenfall, grand buildings rising high over the murky horizon, hues and many colours fading into a mauve collage, deep, whispering of a silent night to come. Down towards the heart of the city, where festival lanterns hung from their wrought iron brackets, a rich crimson hue cast the cobble stones ruddy. It was a perfect moment for mischief. And it was here, that one would find ghouls and goblins, fiends and witches.
“Ahahahahahah.”
A hicking laughter bubbled in her chest, that twisted, gleaming smile seeming to cringe with each inhale, rattling over her neck and chest. Eyes, green eyes, narrowed against her slanting expression, looked down over the people that milled about, finding their interest in vendors selling their wears, strange, foreign beasties bound in filigree cages, rich, pungent scents of herbs hanging thick where they were spread out to dry, boun
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There be Legends in those Woods
The chill of the early morning air clung like heavy mists over the deep valleys of the carpeted earth. Old trees, their roots tangled deep in the black soil, hung a canopy entrenched in shadow overhead. A symphony of song, voices, whispers, of beasts and humming earth was all that could be sensed in the air. A crack of a branch, the bay of a keening animal, wounded and terribly frightened. It had been the boon of fate to all those who lived in this land, aware of this stranger that had sense come into the mountains. A creature, more legend than truth, stories from old coming back, spun into words that meant so much, yet offered little in return. 
It was the threat this creature had become, that brought him there now. The weight of the tether wound against his hip was a heavy burden, the pack thrown over his shoulder weighted down by the supplies that would hopefully get him through this venture. Perhaps it was foolhardy of him, to attempt to capture a ghost, a beast long thought d
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Haunting Mistakes
Each second is precious, a moment in time so minuscule, yet, it seems to stretch on into infinity. Each breath is painful, frantic and in a great hurry, and though you know you are only wasting vital oxygen, you can’t find it in yourself to stop. Your drowning, you are being crushed. Erratic and without reason, the reality of being buried alive is the worst possible horror anyone can experience. And yet, you know, the reason you are in this position is because of your own foolish choices, your own greed and envy. It’s like a sickness, a plague, one you can’t ever be cured from. It’ll fester inside you, blacken your soul and steal from you all that is good and wonderful in your life. First, it was your family. Than, your business.
Now your life.
It started all those years ago, when you first fell in love with addiction, a viral parasite writhing under your flesh, feasting on your insecurities and weaknesses, until at last if had found its foot hold. The drugs, th
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A Family Secret
In the early morn, with the hard packed earth painted with a thin layer of fog, a girl set out to the well to retrieve a bucket of water; the silver handle glinting in the cold, pale light. Just over the horizon, a deep orange dominated the eastern sky, darkening to a rich mauve, than finally, a lingering darkness. It was dawn, and the frost yet clung to the parched grass, yellowing in the harsh autumn chill. The leaves above swayed lethargically, whispering, blazing in every colour, mimicking the smoldering flames in the lanterns lining the street. 
 
It was Hallows Eve, the day of mourning and sadness, where the living pleaded the dead to remain hidden beyond their veil, whereas the spirits restlessly paced the border between this world and the next. It was a time to remember, a time to celebrate beneath the waxing moon, the final harvest yielding turnips and radishes, their smooth, festive hues dotting the fields in her passing. The girls father was the towns reverend, and
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Her encounter with Patchwork had worked out better than she had hoped for. When he had called her out on following him, Tigerlily had been sure he would remain tightlipped, leaving her with but a taste of what was happening. Before this had all begun, she had deluded herself into thinking all she needed was to see with her own eyes the reality of the truth. But now, with the vision of a winged Tyrian, soaring through the sky effortlessly as if it was their own fate in life, she only found the desire to know more to well forth. Curiosity was a dangerous thing in the desert, what with how closely most secrets were guarded. Dig too deep, and often times something would come out to bite down hard. She had learned the hard way it was best to keep to herself, only reaching out to learn more when it was absolutely necessary, rather than on a whim. And yet, it was impossible to ignore this feeling now, impossible to turn away the what ifs that churned in her mind, leaving without the strength to ignore them. Now that the first step was taken, she found herself at the edge, caneering down into the darkness without anything to slow her descent. 


It wasn’t enough. She needed to follow the lead Patchwork gave her, needed to find out what this Eros had to say. There was a secretive manner to everything he had done, brushing off nature of her visit and the questions she asked. There was no reason he wouldn’t be aware of more, and yet, instead of answering her, he had passed it off to another. Maybe he was fearful of being the one to let the outside world in on the big mystery, but either way, she wanted to know. She couldn’t imagine returning to her hovel and living a life of ignorance. Not anymore. Like the stories of her childhood, she was thrust into this discovery, this legend being written all around her. Whatever small part she played, the female was now part of what would come to pass. The answer he had given her though was surprising. After all, she had been thinking of those oasis not to long ago, amored by their rarity and beauty. Of course it would be a place an outsider would venture, drawn to the potential of solitude. If there was a secret they didn’t want getting out, hiding away in these solitary places would be the first line of defence.


Bidding her goodbye to the male, gathering up her items and refilling her canteen had taken only moments, Tigerlily retracing her steps through the canyon back into open air. It was still Daybreak, little past mid-day. Travel in the scorching sun of the desert wasn’t any real hardship for her, irritated only by the grit of the sand in her fur. If capable of baring the heat however, noon was the best time to travel. Silent, the din of travellers falling to nearly nothing, merchants leaving the road to find shelter and drink, she would not be interrupted in her travels, nor would she be bothered by the winds. It was always around this time that everything seemed to fall still, quiet. If she was quick, she could perhaps make it to the oasis by the next day. It wasn’t far from where she was, if she was quick enough, she could even make it there by nightfall. It was the chance of this tyrian not holding as good intentions as the other that kept her from rushing in. As much as she wanted to know, as irritated as she was by Patchwork, it would be foolish to let the anger rule her. 


So she took her time, taking the familiar trail, idle in her slow pace back through the dunes. Along the way she stopped at a small village, thriving only by the blessing of the well near three decades old. Water was the lifeblood of the desert, the vayrons gathering their settlements along rivers and hidden pools. Sometimes she wandered why the oasis in the south of Thedale had remained untouched. Most were the location for large markets and rest spots, some even claimed by wealthy families wishing to have a piece of paradise all to themselves. Perhaps it was the fact it wasn’t quite close enough to Thedale, or perhaps, there was no reason to travel in the direction they laid. All the same, it made things easy for her. She had grown up making these places a game, a kingdom to rule all her own, followed by the other children that lived in the lower districts. They could pass the entire day out there, pretending their lives were better. It was here that the desert didn’t seem as bleak, as unmerciful as it was anywhere else. She never had enough money to squander away in the luxuries of the larger bathhouses, those that held impressive pools to swim in. It was these hidden oasis that kept her sane, allowed her to enjoy the pleasures of life without hearing the opinions of others or having to endure a gathering of strangers.


She stopped for the night at a large outcrop of rocks, their girth offering sheltering against the nightly chill, keeping the meager fire she procured from being down by the sand. Taking small rations of her food, a few mouthfuls of water, Tigerlily ventured off to sleep, only to awaken to the whole world cast into a bleeding red. Sunrises were so beautiful here, and that was one blessing she wouldn’t take for granted. She allowed herself a slow morning, moving through the familiar stretches, her long, powerful body shifting with a grace born of a working beast. All her life, it was the same ritual, the same slow movements. Though the fire had fallen to nothing more than greyed embers by the time she woke, the female still took the time to disperse them, smothering the hot stones in the sand. There was very little to catch flame out here, with sand deep and smothering, but it was an activity that was mindlessly done, each and every day. 


She continued on, abandoning the road that led back to Thedale not to many hours after she left. Her track back was made slowly, even while her mind supplied the fact she would reach her destination not long before midmorning. They were small, a mere mirage on the horizon when she surmounted the first dune, a smear of darkness against the golden sand. It would be a few hours yet before she reached them at her current pace, the female finding no need to push it more than she had too. She had the water to make it there, and the promise of more when she finally arrived. Perhaps she would settle beneath the trees for a time, enjoy the coolness of the shadows on her back. Or maybe… she would enjoy a dip in the water. It was very tempting, a quick and easy way to bring down her temperature, all the while offering her a clear view of the sky. It was more tempting of the two, and by the time she finally arrived, Tigerlily moved mindless towards the shallows, a slow shiver of pleasure curling up her feet once they hit the edge.


Fun in the Sun
Featuring Tigerlily: Tigerlily 007
Word count: 1230
Prompt: Prompt 1 - Search by the water. You're tired of the scorching sun, this is a chance to get a drink as well!
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The journey of a thousand miles had begun, and with success upon the weight of her steps, Tigerlily was pleased with the turn of events. While Marrow hadn’t shared much with her, a woman of few words, temperamental as a predator was meant to be, she had given the female what she needed to continue on her path, to find the answers that only seemed to build with each passing day. There had been so little unveiled with her past meetings, more questions raised and answered, and yet, just enough to keep her wanting more, yearning to discover the mystery that had appeared without consequence, bared upon tongues of nosy merchants and frightened natives. As harmless as they had acted, Patchwork and Marrow here hardly creatures that could get away with being anonymous. They were impressive, immense in size, living myths returned to the living world anew. Perhaps to unearth hidden legends that had faded into nothing. Perhaps to retake what they had lost. Maybe to find purpose in failures or glory in a new beginning. Whatever the reason was, they had come, the two she had only just met the first of many more; she knew it. It was what pushed her on this seemingly impossible trip, keeping the heat in her flame, instead of allowing it to smoulder and die off. 


Whatever reason was, she was determined now to see this through. This was what drew her back through the mountains, making the tedious journey through the snowy environment, the cool air cast down along the slopes, cutting through the heavy leather cloak thrown over her back. It seemed the chill from the mountains had little to the open terrain, unimpeded by any sort of blockade. Shivering, her toes pressed into the icy snow, following along the dreary path. It was a long way back to Udreim, slower without the company of the troop. She had grown used to the sounds and smells of the caravan, the comforting bumps as the wheels went over the deep ruts in the road. So little a time compared to her life as a whole, and yet, it was so soft where her life in Thedale was one of hardship. It was difficult to cut out a life in the desert sands, the sun and environment unrelating, threats on all sides, both beast and plant alike. Only in the oasis were any offered a sort of reprieve, the beating hearts of the dunes, precious jewels hidden and jealously guarded by families long holding them in confidence. With the caravan, while they were not a necessarily wealthy group, they had all that they needed in family, in the laughter they shared and the hardships they overcame together. It would have been nice to take up Celine’s offer, and it was not uncommon for her thoughts to drift back to those words. what would her life have been like if she had accepted? Where would she be, who would she become? 


She was a desert rat though, through and through. She had no tact for the fine art of retail. More often than not, any act of trade in Thedale was made through the sheer force of stuborness, willing the other to submit to your demands, yet, knowing when it was impossible to do so. With certain luxuries being so rare, it was ridiculous not to scoop them up when presented, as the next passerby would surely come claim what was left behind. Here, what was considered precious to her at home seemed to lay in abundance. Water, and furs, exotic wood and metals. Thedale was an infamous market city, yet, it was so far off from anywhere else even the most common thing was precious, quickly picked apart. It wasn’t uncommon for the vayrons to gather as the merchants arrived, loitering about to be the first to claim their goods. It wasn’t necessarily a good barter that would win the day at home, more as it was knowing what was needed, and exploiting the weakness of the people.


The few times she had seen Celine trade amongst the travellers they had passed, it was almost as entertaining as watching sport back at home. A constant volley flying back and forth, the barter devolving into what she thought looked close to a full on brawl. Walking away, Tigerlily had thought the female had come out the loser, only to find out she had nearly tripled what she had paid for. “Always start high Tigerlily. When you drop your price, they think they have won, and don’t think about what they are actually spending.” She smirked at the memory. Such a devious old hag. 


She would eventually make it to Udreim, refilling her supplies before making the short journey to the harbour. From there, standing on familiar ground, it was just a matter of finding a ship that would voyage her over to Warrenfall. It seemed she was not the only one making the trip, as the harbour master shared the sudden increase in ships had to do with the flurry of activity amongst the people. Tyrians had returned, and many wished to see them. This comforted her, seeing as Marrow had spoken true of her companion Marvellous. She resisted rolling her eyes at that name every time. It seemed quick vain. All the same, Marvellous had to be in Warrenfall, as apparently there had been others who had passed by seeking the exact thing. Other’s who had passed Marrow’s test, and sought to uncover greater truths. 


The ship was small, fast and carried a few through the Rugged island waters for some extra money. A merchant ship, it carried products more then passengers, yet, she made due, adding in the upkeep of the vessel for food and lodging. She humoured the crew by sharing what she had seen of the Tryians, grinning when it seemed she was suddenly part of a living legend. She was the one with the most wanted information, barren as it was. Departing on good terms, she stepped foot for the first time into Warrenfall. It was so green, even here on the quiet shores, the foothills alive with golden meadows and airy woodlands. Finding Girvais had taken some time, the place well known to the people. She had landed further down the coast then she would have liked, but unlike Reoenden, the climate here was pleasant. Soon enough she was shedding her cloak, bundled and shoved into her bags as she passed the time, taking in the scenery. Before long, she was standing before the caverns. Within, it seemed dark as the night, without the moon or stars to guide her. Which was odd, seeing as how everyone proclaimed it would be one of the most beautiful places she ever seen. 


Yet, that doubt soon gave away as soon as she stepped in. All around her, the caves were aglow, a halo of kaleidoscope colours all colliding into a dazzling display. Hues of every color, greens and blues, reds and yellows, some colours she couldn’t even describe. Taking the time to appreciate the sights, she wandered deeper, the cavern opening up, dark and yet, so very light. When she stood before the split, she squinted, eyeing the channels leading off into the darkness. It would hardly due, to lose herself here. Something told her that if she got lost, she may never find her way out. Grimacing, she looked down, eyeing her bag, only to spot a scatter of gems, chips compared to the gleaming jewels embedded in the wall. Easily noticed, reflecting the light that was cast by the rest. She could use them to guide her way. 

Unearthing Treasures
Featuring Tigerlily: Tigerlily 007
Word count: 1280
Prompt: Prompt 1 - Take precautions and line your way with colorful rocks, so that you can find your way back out in case you get lost.
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The longer the thought about it, the greater her concern rose. There were so many who focused on what the tyrians could be thinking, could be planning, that there was so little thought put into what would happen to them. The varyons who lived throughout Reos had long been noble beasts, the great creatures that man had feared, and in time, come to stand as allies. Tyrians were a sudden change, something that would surely draw uncertainty amongst the lands. Fear was a dangerous things, for it bred cruelty and paranoia, and where such dark emotions thrived, evil lurked. She had seen horrible deeds committed in the name of peace, all in an effort to keep from feeling pain, and feeling the scathing bite of betrayal. In a way, she could understand some of the things her kin had done, the constant struggle for survival in an unforgiving world. The desert had never been kind, even to those who called it home. At times, to survive, things had to be done, lives weighed and found lesser than one’s own. She had fought of scraps and had felt no guilt, no pain at knowing that the loser would go home hungry, uncaring of whether they did so for another. At the time, only her own life had mattered.

In the grand scheme of things, the sudden emergence of the lost Tyrians were not only a possible threat to them, it was to the Tyrians themselves. She could imagine what the government would do if their questions were answered. Even if they came in peace, she could see this new development quickly falling into conflict. Even if the winged creatures were far stronger than a Vayron alone, it was clear their own numbers far outnumbered the returned natives. Rumors, frequent and many had spread through the markets, and yet, they all seemed to point to the same few incidents and places. How many Tyrians were there, how many had returned, how many had yet to come? Thinking such questions, Tigerlily tried to cast off her doubts, her superstition. She didn’t want to be one of the masses, one of the governments dogs, even though they had done nothing wrong against her. They had never done anything for her either. These were strange thoughts, bitter in her mind, always constant in the moments of her greatest weakness. She was no-one, a mere commoner in a world wrought with heroes, stories of old and new intermingling with the days and nights of her life. She had always heard of them, great events happening across the land. Yet, they had been only that; stories. They hadn’t meant anything to her, not in the grand scheme of things. Life would go on, whether some new king came to the throne or some great beast laid slain in the swamps. They meant nothing, because they did nothing to the small bible that was her life. And the thought that she would willingly play the game the rest of the world was gunning for… it seemed as if it was a mockery to the hardships and independence she had chosen to take.

Glimpsing these great creatures before her now, both Patchwork and Marrow, Tigerlily decided that whatever the world decided to do with these creatures, she would have no part in it. Only if they were truly evil would she stand against them; it would be at least one less enemy they would face in the coming months.  Because she knew thats what would happen. There would always be someone who would step forward to paint them as enemies. There would always be someone who would demand they be cast back out, to vanish again from wherever they had come from. She wondered how that would turn out. Smirking, hiding the expression from her companion, she wondered what poor sucker would have to face amazonian woman. While she had said little, perhaps uninterested in another stranger seeking her out of curiosity, or perhaps she had yet to gain a full understanding of what she saw in her, Tigerlily felt tension, the temper that was barely restrained. She was a survivor, that was sure, a woman with an attitude who had the power to back it up.

She could still feel the other’s gaze upon her, drawing her eyes away from the ground, the mirth wiped from her face in an effort from drawing her ire, Tigerlily refused to back down in intimidation. While she could be respectful, while she was truly interested in the story she could learn, Tigerlily knew she would get anywhere being cowed. And yet, all the same, it was strange, it almost felt like she herself was the prey, rather than the other way around. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she was the one at a disadvantage. The long, serpentine neck seemed to tense, a quick sign to whatever was about to happen. She rose higher, drawing her shoulders back, her wings seeming like shining silk in the pale light, seeming as if she was a queen. However, before she could truly appreciate how exquisite she truly looked, her mouth opened, and snapping, harsh words fell forth and ruined her mood.

It was almost impossible to stop the scowl to twist her face into an ugly grimace. Who she was? Clearly she was asking about something other than her name, after all, she had just given it too her. Perhaps she wanted to know who she was in the government, what purpose she had in particular to coming to her. Perhaps she was the sort that only wanted to talk to someone of importance, or perhaps she was fed up with random varyons showing up. Whatever the reason was, there was something that was deeply insulting. Shifting, she cast her gaze around the mountain, taking in the desolate ashen world. She looked down, taking in the rabbit, limp and lifeless beneath the womans hefty weight, bidding her time, trying to reel back the annoyance that fell hot against her breast, leaving each breathing singing with pins and needles. “Me… I mean, everyone wants to know,” she began, only to shake her head, annoyed with her inability to make this work. It was annoying. She was so used to being the one to call the shots, standing her ground in trade and jobs. She could accept jobs she wished and haggle for the cost of her work knowing she would get what she wanted, because there was no one better for the job.  

“We wish to know what the reason is for you return… my lady.” She decided to be up front, because if she wanted the truth, she would need to give the same in return. Besides, her questions held less value than Tigerlily’s, so she could bite. And if she was the type that was arrogant enough to throw around her temper and not expect some sort of anger in return well, she can also put up with that. Maybe she was over thinking this, maybe her own uncontrollable temper was acting up and making a big deal out of nothing but there was something about this particular female that she knew she would never call friend. Better to get what she wanted, offer answers to the questions she was given and begin the tedious journey back towards the village.

“They are mostly interested in whether you are a threat to the stability of our society. You see, they only just recently made amends with man and there is much to be lost with another war.” She offered lazily, disinterested in the greatest concerns of the land. She had never been particularly close to any humans, never accepted any upon her back. It was likely she never would, the time when she could forged such bonds had come and gone, and she had come to accept that. She was content the way she was. It was better not to trust anyways. There was very few she could depend upon. Even Celine, while she had been kind to her in the days she had known the old matron, there was something within Tigerlily that was broken, making it impossible to truly accept the vulnerability of another having her back. She had been given the chance to join their caravan, make a new life for herself in icy wilderness. And yet, this wasn’t her home, and they were not her family. Thinking about such things, she wandered if this female knew where she was, if she knew about the other lands of Reos. Had she flown over them from wherever she had come from, choosing to settle here? It was odd to her, being a baryon of the deserts; Thedale the greatest part of who she was, the mother, father, and teacher of her life. Looking at Marrow, she supposed she fit this land, the ashen hues of her wings melting into the dusky cast of the sun upon the snow and rock. Whatever the case was, she was curious about her, just as she wanted to leave her behind. Perhaps if this failed, she could returned back to the canyon and tempt some answers out of Patchwork. She was tired, yet, resisting the urge to give in and rest. More than anything, she wanted answers, and that would be the driving force that would keep her going. She had come this far after all.
Climb to Mount Olympus (pt.4)
Featuring Tigerlily: reos-empire.deviantart.com/art…
Wordcount: 1574
Prompt 1 - "Me. I mean... everyone. I-" You stutter out, embarrassed. You give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts before standing tall. This is your mission, after all. "The government wishes to know the reason of your return, my lady."
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Like a game, there was a complexity to this encounter that she needed to play carefully. All this effort was for information, for truth. If she could see him as a living breathing reality, suddenly all those rumours were true, and so many questions now laid in her mind, popping up no sooner than she had managed to figure out an answer for her own. Though, likelihood was, whatever answers she managed to figure out was wrong, leaving the only one capable of leaving her thoughts sated standing before her. Eyes narrowed at his giggles, his easy laughter in the events he found himself in, and yet, for all the easy going nature he housed, promising a potential easy acquirement of the things she sought, Tigerlily in turn also found herself scowling. She was a female of serious moments, making those who were too easy by nature seem strange and foreign to her. Incapable. There was something that felt like avoidance, and to the Thedalian, life was much to precious, much to short, to fill her days with useless jokes and laughter. Shifting on her feet, she listened to the male offer another laugh, the anger slowly brewing like an ugly flame in her breast. The nerve of this creature?


Part of her wanted to demand he take this seriously, wanted him to give her what she sought so she could be on her way. And yet, just as this thought crossed her mind, just as she was about to bare her teeth and snap, his vocals fell silent, and cold, reptilian eyes were set upon her. Suddenly, she felt uncertain, the barbed words that were about to fall from her lips falling as little more than a startled breath. Maybe his easy nature was a ruse, making him seem more like a threat suddenly. Those eyes spoke of a male who had lived through much, had seen much, and no longer was willing to compromise. He was a strong male, and this alone would make her respect him for now, until such a time he proved unworthy of it. She wandered what it was that he had faced, what his story was. What had brought him in particular back to Reos when Tyrians had been little more than a myth for so long. Had he lost someone dear to him, had he had no one to call his own to begin with had had left seeking glory, or perhaps, his own way? Stories were personal and dear, they told the world who the individual truly was. Words were nothing in place of actions, spoken of as memories or legends. Sometimes the tales were twisted, the truths little more than half reality, polished to a shine to stand out, to hold a pretty fantasy to the ugly reality of the world. Yet, the words spoken by the man, normally those were true, depending upon what their goals were. He seemed the sort who would remain truthful. 


Licking her lips, she shuffled closer, taking in the warm sand beneath her toes, the sunlight shinning down, casting a halo upon the ground. There, on his perch of stone, the tyrian was an impressive specimen, far larger than she was, than any vayron she had ever met. His chest stood feet above the ground, barrel shaped in a way that spoke of his avian physiology. He was meant for the sky, and everything about him was built to be so. Long wings, seamed upon arms that seemed almost fragile, long and sinewy. Three toes paws, made more like talons than padded toes her kin bore, to hook and grapple. And a long, oar like tail, corded like a whip, tipped by a spade that wove through the air in a lazy fashion. His spine was longer, his hind legs, shorter, a second set of wings attached to his heels. She wandered for a moment how agile they were on the ground. She had made the assumption previously that they were weaker on the ground, and clearly that was true, yet, how debilitating she knew not. He had yet to move from his spot since he had landed, merely shaking out his wings, only to fold them down and eventually turn his sights upon her. She hummed, walking towards him, eating up the ground with sure, powerful steps. All the while, she remained in his sights, an obvious sign that she wished not to hide anything from him. 


And yet, before she could speak again he called out, his voice like thunder, strong and careful. “I’ve seen you trailing me. Any particular reason?” And with that, she froze. She had an idea that he knew she was there, at least, from when he had landed. Perhaps by sense of smell or maybe he had caught sight of her as he came down from above. But for him to say he had seen her following him, Tigerlily suddenly wandered when it was that her cover had been blown. Had he always known she was here, since before he had made his aerial pass. Maybe he had even seen her when she had first entered the canyon. What made him want to land than? Maybe he… wanted to let the world know of their existence? Was it out of kindness, or was it some sick game played by those who knew they would win? Again, the uncertainty and doubt shone through, sullying her mind against trusting those she knew not their end or game. She had felt this way since she was a girl, when as a youngling, she had been the newcomer to the Thedalian lands. An outcast, an outsider, what was there to be done in a clan that had known each other from the beginning. Tigerlily had earned her place, and yet, even now, she always stood on the fringes, living as a scavenger and mercenary. She took odd jobs where she could find them, and from these days of her youth, she had learned through experience the darker side of life. Some could not be trusted, no mattered what they said or how she felt. It was a dark truth, yet, it had kept her alive where foolish naivety would have killed her. 


All the same she dropped her head, offering a bow in penitence for his own intrigue. “My apologies,” she murmured, keeping her eyes off his face, locked down on those wicked curved talons. She wanted him to trust her, and if that was to happen, she would need to take the first step and trust him in turn. However hard it was, this was a game where she was clearly at a disadvantage. And besides, he didn’t need to land, he could have merely continued on his way, leaving her without answers, and a mere glimpse of a future and tale that would keep her wondering for the rest of her life. A curious game she found herself in, suddenly needing to make decisions that had a greater effect on the world around her than the choices she had made in the past. Tigerlily, the scavenger of the desert, suddenly found herself in a story that she had stumbled upon, and would hold a immense role in her future to come. “My kind have wondered if the legends were true of your peoples return, and I had to see it for myself,” she began, drawing up from her bow, taking in his dark eyes, set upon her now. “Many have been tasked to seek you out.” 


“Where do you come from?” It was a question that couldn’t be ignored. It was intriguing, the idea of potentially finding out about worlds beyond Reos. She wandered what was out there, what he had seen, and why they had returned. While she was driven to discover these important questions, possibly taking part in the bigger scheme the government held, there were simpler, good natured curiosities that she could not ignore. As a child, she had spent the long nights at the pubs, listening in awe to the merchants tales as her father completed his business. When they would return home she would share what she had learned with her siblings, filling their simple, repeating lives with little timbits of adventure. At times, if she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend it had been she who had made the journey to these new worlds. And even now, as an adult, these curiosities could not be avoided. Taking in his great form, she eyed the scars that marked his form, the marks that told his story, silent and powerful. She wandered if they had anything in common, if they had similar interests. After all, a male could not so easily abandon his home for new worlds so freely. “I am Tigerlily, of Thedale. It is the capital of these lands,” she supplied deciding she would offer him some information in turn. If she wanted answers, maybe he would be willing to share if she offered the first hand. 

Fortune Favours the Bold (pt.4)
Featuring Tigerlily: reos-empire.deviantart.com/art…
Wordcounts: 1505
Prompt: Prompt 2 - "My apologies." You offer a small bow, keeping your distance from the tyrian. "My kind and the people are interested in your return and we were tasked to seek you out. Where do you come from?"
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