hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-15th
Warnings: Spiders. Soooo many spiders. New people. Probably swearing.

For once, the new arrivals to Hadriel will not be waking up on the cold hard ground of the colosseum. Oh, sure, you'll still awaken in the arena - but this time the Door has been kind enough to ensure that you wake up comfortably arranged in a very nice chair. Or maybe not so comfortably. Some of those look pretty awkward - hopefully you didn't wake up with a crick in your neck! And hey, feel free to try to drag some of these super cool chairs to your new homes. They're probably not cursed or anything.

As you make your way out of the arena, be careful getting to close to the walls - well, except that's the only way out, so good luck! Chilling up on there waiting to get the drop on you are Skulltulas. These funky-looking spiders have squishy underbellies, but their upper exoskeletons are hard and very difficult to break through. They really just want to nibble you a few times, and maybe suck out all of your blood. No big deal, right? Have fun!

Have you conquered your arachnophobia and managed to escape? Great! Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers June 10th-15th.
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"They shall have to watch themselves. Darkhaven ravens don't take kindly to other birds." Bred for subterfuge and battle, they had been known to be quite fierce when threatened. Even without a flock, Ushahin knew that his feathery friend could take care of himself.

If there was one way to set Ushahin's mind at ease about this stranger, it was being kind to Fetch. People who were kind to animals usually were also kind to their fellow man in turn. Fetch looks at the scrap of meat greedily. Boldly flapping his way over to Amos, he lands on the man's shoulder with a solid Thump!

He's a heavy bird, big as a hawk, and he greedily snaps up the food offered. He sends an image into the mind of both men, a tall, pale man with a gaunt face and long, dark hair who had also often given him bits of food. Ushahin understands immediately. "You remind him of our friend Tanaros."

Amos tips his head to the side to give Fetch a broader landing target, and to lessen the chance of getting clipped with a wing. He considers the image and Ushahin's words, and then chuckles a little. "I'm not so tall, though."

At five foot and six inches, no, Amos is not tall. He pulls another piece if jerky out and fearlessly holds it up for Fetch to take. "Darkhaven's where you're from?" he asks, curiously. Amos is easily friendly, and the way Ushahin speaks about Fetch put Amos likewise at ease: no-one who is understanding or kind to animals can be a truly bad person, in Amos's eyes.

Fetch, the shameless little glutton, snaps the next piece of jerky without a second thought. He boldly pushes at Amos' hand with his beak. Does he have a third one hiding somewhere, perhaps? His antics make Ushahin sigh. Ravens will be ravens and there was nothing he could do to stop this one.

"It was." There's a heavy note of sorrow that colors his tone and an untold story behind the two simple words. "We had to flee and were heading northwards when we got pulled here."

Amos chuckles at Fetch and obligingly digs in his pocket to produce a third piece of jerky. 'Last one,' he tells the bird, and to Ushahin says out loud: "Oh, I'm sorry. It's not an easy thing to leave your home."

While he knows little enough about fleeing danger, he knows about not wanting to leave the place you love: his grandmother had chosen to move to Japan when he'd been twelve. Amos had most definitely not wanted to move, though now he lives in Japan and does enjoy it. He still misses New Orleans. It will always be home to him.

Fetch snatches up the third piece, tossing his head back to fit the piece securely in his beak. He tries to swallow, isn't quite able to, tries again, and chokes the piece down. He taps his beak against Amos' head in a fond manner and then flies back over to Ushahin. He's decided this is one human who's okay.

"It was time. There was nothing behind me but death. I was fortunate to have Fetch accompany me." It gave him another set of eyes, something that would be most helpful in a new place like this.

Amos grins happily at Fetch's approval, and then sobers a little as he turns his attention back to Ushahin. "Yeah, it's always good to have a friend. 'Specially one so clever as a raven."

Amos is quite in awe of corvids. They're scary-smart, like dolphins and some monkeys, alarming perceptive and clever. Amos likes them, but often finds their intelligence uncanny.

Fetch seems to puff up, knowing that he's being talked about. Ushahin runs a finger over the feathery head, a ruff of feather sticking up in the back that refuses to go down. "We use them to hunt where I'm from. They're so much smarter than dogs when it comes to tracking down game. And they eat a lot less."

"Huh. That's neat. I've never heard of that. I mean, people use hawks to hunt, where I'm from, but not ravens."

Given ravens feed in flocks, well, it makes sense. Amos has never seen a conspiracy of ravens hunt together: they tend to scavenge solo or in breeding pairs before congregating around a carcass. But ravens in different worlds might behave differently, and certainly Fetch is a much larger and more clever raven than Amos is used to.

"Yes, it is most unusual, but it makes for a good partnership." Fetch seems content that his new friend is going to get along with Ushahin. Squeezing his claws down into his shoulder for a brief moment, he then takes off, flying upwards to land on the roof of a nearby building.

Ushahin's gaze turns upon Amos, fully looking at him for the first time with his mismatched eyes. "What is your name?"

There is the briefest of hesitations: where Amos comes from, giving out one's name freely is considered risky, as it could be used to enslave or enchant one. But not answering is rude, and that's a worse offense, so Amos answers simply, "Amos. An' what's yours, if I may ask?"

An equal exchange.

"Ushahin Dreamspinner." He doesn't offer a hand to shake, not out of rudeness. He's merely unaccustomed to the gesture and unused to using his broken hand for much more than lifting up a fork.

"A pleasure to meet you, Ushahin."

Amos, though raised in America, has lived in Japan for far longer and instead of shaking hands he bows, the motion precise and graceful. "An' you, Fetch," he tells the raven with a merry grin, though he knows the bird already knows that.

Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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