Posts by Minaiben Lavellan

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Eh, I'm sure someone did."
She was kidding of course, the tone she used lighthearted and the grin on her face only there because she could see the assumed clanmate was alright. Or at least, alive - Minaiben looked him over with doe-brown eyes, soft but ever full of a certain snark, a willingness to joke about. On a more serious note, the white elk dipped her head a little and spoke again.
[color=#4dd5cc]"You alright though? I'm sure there's healers 'nd stuff, I'm not really one though."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Then we know who to go and knock some heads off?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Now, Minaiben wasn't the type to get overly agitated, but she was more of an impatient sort. Being stuck was being bored and being bored was a fate worse than death in the opinion of the elk. She would look down at the bobcat, but instead her eyes flared to try and spot the other, fighting the smile in favour of a pout worthy of a child much smaller than she.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Hey, Minai's fine by me. I'd let you call me 'Squirrel' if it meant you'd help me get out of here."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Oh Creators the little one was so cute.
The elk was just lucky she wasn't bounding about like the idiot she was. Otherwise, the hoofed creature might have squished the poor guy. Instead, the white creature lowered her head, the twisted antlers so often associated with men actually graceful atop the reckless halla's head.
Minaiben smiled, awed at the innocence of the child.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Hey da'len. You can stay if you want, no need to worry 'bout it. You alright?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Well, damn trees! With a huff, the elk decided that this was no time to entertain a hungry cougar, a stubbornly uncooperative tree, and a frightened kid. She had been hoping to avoid such drastic measures, but she waited for the wildcat to jump forwards, claws outstretched for her legs.
Now, a thrashing elk, even a relatively small one like Minaiben Lavellan, was never a good sign for anyone. With a couple loud, foreign curses, she thrased and launched her hooves towards the mountain lion. A resounding crack sounded as the skull of the aggressor was cracked and the creature stumbled backwards, feral in its ways but dazed now and with a definite fracture.
Of course, that had hurt.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Fight me when I'm not being held back, coward!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]It took a lot of effort not to start shouting and swinging around her antlers, but the presence of clanmates helped a great deal. Malevolence was close enough to demonic presence that Minaiben was weighing the odds of survival, what Xing could do, what he wanted.
She decided she was going to be far more careful if this thing was around.

[color=#4dd5cc]"Gonna be honest, this is kind of freaky on at least six levels."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Off went her mobile adversary, and despite the tensity in her neck, the small elk couldn't help but remark at the situation.
"I did warn him about trying to eat me. I always do, but apparently I'm too potentially tasty."

As though that were her burden to carry, Minaiben rolled her eyes and probably would have moved her head along with them, had it not been caught in the branches of the evil tree. And yes, the tree was evil - they could have moral alignments and this one was obviously trying to get her killed. Soon enough though, the branches shattered, reigning down a few sticks and twigs on her head but letting all four hooves hit the ground. When Minaiben bowed her head, it served as a dual purpose - one, to allow her neck to rest and two, to show some gratitude.

Then, she was straightened up again, grinning like the entire thing was some greater victory.
"That was fantastic, thanks. People keep telling me to stay out of trees, but as you can see, we're neigh inseparable." An introduction was in order, wasn't it? [color=#4dd5cc]"I'm Minaiben Lavellan - the other guy in the tree is Dilly. Dilly, you alright?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben was not sure what she thought of the mechanical creature before her. The curious elk dipped down her head, careful to pull back her antlers with a practised tilt as she leaned to inspect the strange thing.
Oh, she was being rude, wasn't she?
[color=#4dd5cc]"What in the world are you?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana] Months. It had been months, and Minaiben still tried not to think too much about her clan. She figured that chapter of her life was over, especially considering the way she left. It had been childish of her, which had become expected of her and finally she had pushed too far and it was time to leave. At first, it has been terrifying - she hadn't thought she would ever want to leave her clan.
She almost enjoyed journeying on her own, despite the dangers inherent with doing so. She was quick though, and even though she was reckless she did enjoy living and soon enough she was doing well. She could defend herself proficiently.

But loneliness was a powerful force and soon Minai had begun her search for a place to stay - a home base of sorts. Boneclan was working well, and was enough to stave off any homesickness she might have had.
Of course, she hadn't been expecting to see her brother on the border, looking out of place and a little nervous. Minaiben practically dashed to the border, shaking her head and carefully keeping back her antlers.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I - Samriel? What? What are you doing here?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Oh yeah, keep laughing. I'll have you know that I am great at climbing."
Well, for a creature adapted as she was, Minaiben did what she could with what she had. Rocks were easier to climb than trees of course, and she wasn't a goat or anything but she could scale a mountain if she so desired (not that this had been tested... note to self...). The elk shook her head, the familiar balance frim above making her move slower than she wanted.

Oh, strange? Not an impossible descriptor but definitely one she could apply easily to its accuser.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Strange? I'm not the only one, Patches."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Samriel wasn't mad at her.
Really, she hadn't expected him to be - it wasn't like him to be angry in the first place, but the fact that he wasn't silenced what little doubt she may have had. The elk took a moment to appreciate his concern before realizing that oh she should probably say something.
"I'm alright Sam, no one's hurt me - well, no one I didn't hurt back. I'm fine."
She grinned, shaking out her hair as though the way she held herself proved her statement. Yet his next statement shocked her enough that Minai's eyes widened, her head lowered as though in conspiracy.
"You what?"

He left the clan? Minaiben couldn't help the way her head jerked back a little, and a sense of urgency crept into the slender creature's usually carefree tone.
"Are you alright? I never thought you'd follow me I just thought -..." Thought hadn't been a prevalent part of leaving actually, the halla assuming it would be easier for her brother to go about his life without her reckless ways. Alarmed, Minaiben only now realized how her actions might have been perceived.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Oh, I'm sorry. I never really thought you'd be too worried."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Truth or dare: simply put, a game that could either be routine or revolutionary and Minaiben was hoping for the later. Out of a general sense of boredom and dull hunger (what seemed to be the default mood for the elk) Minai situated herself nearby with every intent of participating.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Alright, I'm in."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]The kid was adorable, which in turn made Minaiben have to actually think about what she was going to say. For whatever reason, cute things disarmed her, set her off of her game, so when the ill kid and his boyfriend embraced, the elk nearly had a conniption.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Cute."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana] The announcement was short, and without much fanfare to accompany it. Similarly, the halla had her own response that more or less encompassed her thoughts on the matter.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Alright, safe travels! Insert generic goodbye here!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben had to stop herself from scooping up the adorable (if terrified) creature and leaving, putting him somewhere he'd be less nervous. Instead, the elk watched with intrigued brown eyes as the mechanical and anxious creatures interacted.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Hey, da'len you're alright. The wind is not about to scoop you up and toss you aside, and though I'm sure we'll all very scary, none of us are going to eat you."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Should I... am I interrupting something?"
Minaiben had caught the tail end of the conversation, since she had definitely not been prancing about in the woods. That wasn't a thing that halla did, especially not Dalish halla, nosiree.
She had just been chilling in the forest, looking for adventure when she came across the wildcat and snake tangled up in each other. She wasn't one to judge, jumping to a conclusion of a certain nature and letting her head jut upwards, brown eyes fixating on a tree branch.

[color=#4dd5cc]"I can go, just thought I had heard the rustle of tree branches and thought my time had come to fight the trees."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Hey, this looks far more interesting than grass."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben tried to keep guilt from her gaze, managing quite well in her opinion. She hadn't really thought out the consequences of leaving, just as she didn't think through most actions, but she did feel incredibly bad about worrying Samriel so much.
What is this place?
Before Minai could answer, a vaguely familiar creature did so for her. Expression once again molded into a carefree grin, she shrugged and spoke with ease.
"Yes - it is Boneclan and I do have excellent taste. I'm kind of great."
Cheeky, as she was wont to be. Still, Dorian had brought up a good point - without being with their clan, Samriel would need a place to stay. A part of her wanted him to stay, of course. He was her brother, her only family and that meant a lot.
On the other hand, she was appreciating independence a little bit. It was weird being on her own but it left her able to do as she pleased. Still, the offer would be made.

[color=#4dd5cc]"You could. Stay, I mean. If you wanted."