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<blockquote data-quote="Jeovanna" data-source="post: 7379995" data-attributes="member: 6940142"><p><strong>Jeovanna- Pleasantries</strong></p><p></p><p>Gnolls.</p><p> </p><p>From the back balcony of her family's home, day or night, Jeovanna could see the tribe. They had hewn away an acreage of trees and built burrows and dens on the resulting mud. Colorful banners drifted in the wind, though she had never seen one of these banners last much longer than a fortnight. Bonfires were frequently raised, blazing even during the heat of summer.</p><p> </p><p>Traders took the long route to avoid passing by their land.</p><p> </p><p>Her parents talked about them over dinner, their disdain heavy in their voices.</p><p> </p><p>"They fight constantly. Even this tribe. I'd hate to think what the really wild ones do," her mother sniffed.</p><p> </p><p>Jeovanna sat at the far end of the table, jabbing at a piece of meat with her knife. She had heard that gnolls raided and pillaged and generally were too uncivilized even for the cosmopolitan citizens of the big city to accept. Yet these gnolls generally kept to themselves.</p><p> </p><p>Some nights, their laughter and shrieking carried on the winds, though. Most nights.</p><p> </p><p>They were filthy, fierce and most importantly, their every moment was steeped in reality.</p><p> </p><p>That was why she snuck out most nights, to join them about their bonfires, to experience their reality for her own.</p><p> </p><p>They accepted her. In truth, they may simply not have cared... but that in itself was acceptance. They'd scuffle and snarl at each other, snap and bite, and if she offended one of them, she had best be prepared to scuffle and fight as well. Talon marks and bite wounds would be carefully concealed under draping clothes before morning rose on another day of life under the roof of her father.</p><p> </p><p>Again, and again, and again.</p><p> </p><p>Tonight's festivities were even grander. The bonfire bigger, all of the tribe dancing or brawling or feasting. They coated their fur in red powder that made their dancing even more ferocious. Her skin, too.</p><p> </p><p>It was a blur of fire and pure, distilled madness.</p><p> </p><p>For that night; she was a member of the pack, and laughed along with them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jeovanna, post: 7379995, member: 6940142"] [b]Jeovanna- Pleasantries[/b] Gnolls. From the back balcony of her family's home, day or night, Jeovanna could see the tribe. They had hewn away an acreage of trees and built burrows and dens on the resulting mud. Colorful banners drifted in the wind, though she had never seen one of these banners last much longer than a fortnight. Bonfires were frequently raised, blazing even during the heat of summer. Traders took the long route to avoid passing by their land. Her parents talked about them over dinner, their disdain heavy in their voices. "They fight constantly. Even this tribe. I'd hate to think what the really wild ones do," her mother sniffed. Jeovanna sat at the far end of the table, jabbing at a piece of meat with her knife. She had heard that gnolls raided and pillaged and generally were too uncivilized even for the cosmopolitan citizens of the big city to accept. Yet these gnolls generally kept to themselves. Some nights, their laughter and shrieking carried on the winds, though. Most nights. They were filthy, fierce and most importantly, their every moment was steeped in reality. That was why she snuck out most nights, to join them about their bonfires, to experience their reality for her own. They accepted her. In truth, they may simply not have cared... but that in itself was acceptance. They'd scuffle and snarl at each other, snap and bite, and if she offended one of them, she had best be prepared to scuffle and fight as well. Talon marks and bite wounds would be carefully concealed under draping clothes before morning rose on another day of life under the roof of her father. Again, and again, and again. Tonight's festivities were even grander. The bonfire bigger, all of the tribe dancing or brawling or feasting. They coated their fur in red powder that made their dancing even more ferocious. Her skin, too. It was a blur of fire and pure, distilled madness. For that night; she was a member of the pack, and laughed along with them. [/QUOTE]
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