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~{ | : | Kukuri-ARPG | : | }~

Kukuries:
Varvara 13861 and Lark 14308

~{| Festival Of Death 2023 |}~

Week 5

Collaboration with Zarellok !

Word count: 1564

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Varya rushed through the rich blue of night landscape. Moments later, the dark silhouette of a larger Lark flew past her. Two aerials played catch-up. It was more convenient for him to fly than to run, which gave him the advantage of diving on Varya. The dove is not so easy: she is more agile and able to turn the size difference into her advantage, so she was managing to slip away. Though with each new dive of Lark it was harder, so this time it didn't work out, and two aerials rolled down a small hill in a ball, joyfully chirping and growling in play.

Now when their heads were resting on the grass, their eyes were directed to the sky. The moon and stars handed over the reins of the procession to fiery and magical lanterns of various shapes and colours. They lit up the sky making it look like the northern lights. Mesmerizing view. All them seemed to fly from one specific place in distance. "What is there?" Varya puzzled.

Lark was feeling quite playful after this little moment and while he was getting aside of his little mate, he could also see the night sky with all the lanterns, lights and decorations that were not that far away. He thought a moment thinking of something creative but then remembered something, it was actually the festival going he went some weeks ago with Licht and a certain human.

"Oh it's actually the festival going on ! I totally forgot about it; I went there with Licht some week ago to see what was going on. There was game, food and drinks. Do you want to see how it is ? Thought we could relax but I'm not against some competitive games..." he replied while giving a mischievous smirk at her.

The hazel dove immediately jumped from the ground with a surprised grimace. "Hmm??? I thought the festival was another boring cheesy holiday... But you have sounded interesting. Games? Drinks?" She rolled her eyes in anticipation. If it's not as bad, as she thought then they could play longer and with higher rates than usual. Heaven for a competitive being like her.

"Yes! I want! And I want to go with you!" with the same mischievous smile she looked at her companion. "What kind of competitions are there?" Varya prepared to take off and clearly wanted to continue the conversation along the way there.

Kinda expecting her response to the subject approached, he got up real fast. Ready to go, they both were taking advance to the festival. Lark was explaining a bit the various activities that could be done and mentioned the race he has done with Licht.

Arriving closer to the said place, amazing odours of exotic spices and gorgeous decorations and light were making it almost overwhelming. It was very animated with all the stands and creatures around, perhaps a bit much noisy too.

"I think there's one that could interest you mostly, but I wouldn't want you to lose against me of course..." he started by continuing to explain since he knew she'd be interested.

There were only a few things on the stands that would catch her eye: bunches of some murim herbs, delicious snacks with booze, and those elaborately carved scabbards looked enticing. But they are not what she sought after. Varya was here to spend her time competing, and Lark's slight provocation was a good reason to get right down to business.

"Losing to you?" she immediately jumped up to him, stretching out to somehow be with on the same level with high rook, "But let's fight and you will see that you worried in vain!" Her wide smile lit up her face, and coupled with her simple self-confidence, the moment was especially funny.

"Well yes, don't you remember that last time ?" he said by being vague about it.

As they were playfully provoking each other, they arrived at the place where they could finally get to the game. There were not many creatures around surprisingly , but some participants were already showing off to each others who was the strongest of them all. The prairie seemed to be obviously stronger than the poor little common but quite unexpected to see this one being able to keep up. Lark containing himself to bounce around Varvara with excitation was kinda pointing the scene, trying to communicate with the music and noises.

"Hey look, we could pass faster than expected; it seems that it's not that popular. Or maybe they close soon, not sure." he said questioning.

Hazel kukuri walked over to the place, where Lark was hovering around. Stepping on this stage with her paw, Varvara checked the strength of the boards. It seemed reliable enough to support decent weight, and in the middle there was a dense bulge of stone, scarred all over the place.

The stage was not so festively decorated, and probably even for the better. Who would be pleased to simultaneously perform and stomp on all these flowers, and even need to look both ways to not burn their tail with a candle? Lighting around is enough already. This scene is ideal for near-combat competitions such as pushing, wrestling, or just fighting. What the warrior dove wanted so badly.

"Well, will they close or will not close, the scene will remain and we can still use it, right? Onlookers will stick here by themselves." Varya jumped onto one of the sides of the makeshift ring, swaying slightly and flapping her wings, as beckoning to Lark.

Satisfied that Varvara hadn't rushed to another place and got his signs, Lark quickly fluttered to the other side of the ring. "Well, yeah. I guess it's true”. He thought a little, and decided to tease his friend, blurted out: “I dissuaded you, so don’t be offended at where you end up.” The eyes of the dove immediately lit up with excitement, and as soon as the fireworks sounded above, the two began their competition.

Although there are many ways to find out who is stronger, the two agreed without a word on the pushing. Whoever falls off the stage first - loses.

It may seem that this is not a completely fair rule, since the difference between Lark and Varya is very noticeable. However, this is only for those who don't know much about them. They are both very active and mobile. Only few creatures will snap at Lark, he is both scary and capable. He only needs to butt with such big horns and several beautiful holes will be drawn in his opponent. The Varvara is not as threatening as her partner, but behind her fur hides a prepared, muscular and agile body. In addition, she is a female, this giving, albeit a small, but an advantage. This way, every time it comes to their sparring, it's pretty hard to tell exactly how things will turn out. It leveled the playing field and they knew it.

Nevertheless, this obvious only to them, but not to the passers, who have not yet enough of confrontations in different weight categories, so they slowly began to crowd around the stage and whisper with interest. Some even placed bets. Every time either of the two competing aerials stumbled, there were groans and whistles from the crowd.

Not embarrassed by the looks at all, Lark and Varya continued to push each other. Sometimes testing for patience and endurance, or then making sudden attacks, and trying to knock off opponent's balance.

It would have continued like this, until Varya noticed an unusually familiar human in the crowd. The black hair was illuminated by the beautiful yellowish reflections of the nearest lanterns, and the petals of orange flowers seemed to be tangled in such long hairs. It seems that something flashed in her mind, which made her fall out of what was happening a little, only mechanically she held the rack.

Lark noticed the difference in his friend's movements, yet he couldn't help but push her closer to the edge, reminding her of what was going on. She came to her senses and was ready to answer, but her stupid tail seemed to get tangled in their legs, so both end up collapsed off the stage. The crowd began to buzz, deciding among themselves who won and who didn't. What is considered when two fall at the same time.

Lark tried to get up from her as soon as possible and asked “What are you doing?”. Arguing like others is already pointless. He looked in the same direction. "What was there?".
“A long haired man, he stood beside the tree. Maybe a sorcerer? I felt weird”, Varya told in puzzlement. Lark looked again, but he didn't see anything similar. "A draw?" she asked turning around.
Lark looked at her. She doesn't get so embarrassed normally, but this time, even with the naked eye, it was clear. “Well, I'll think it's a draw, but with priority in my favour,” he gurgled importantly and looked at her through the periphery.

"Ah you! I succumbed to you, and that's what you are doing to me!”

He was waiting for this answer, so everything is fine and he can relax.

“Mmm, yeah yeah. Let’s go find something to eat, and then we’ll find that guy?”

Making a half-offended, half-thinking face, Varya nodded, and the two left the noisy spot behind.

Description

~{ | : | Kukuri-ARPG | : | }~

Kukuries:
Varvara 13861 and Lark 14308

~{| Festival Of Death 2023 |}~

Week 5

Collaboration with Zarellok !

Word count: 1564

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Varya rushed through the rich blue of night landscape. Moments later, the dark silhouette of a larger Lark flew past her. Two aerials played catch-up. It was more convenient for him to fly than to run, which gave him the advantage of diving on Varya. The dove is not so easy: she is more agile and able to turn the size difference into her advantage, so she was managing to slip away. Though with each new dive of Lark it was harder, so this time it didn't work out, and two aerials rolled down a small hill in a ball, joyfully chirping and growling in play.

Now when their heads were resting on the grass, their eyes were directed to the sky. The moon and stars handed over the reins of the procession to fiery and magical lanterns of various shapes and colours. They lit up the sky making it look like the northern lights. Mesmerizing view. All them seemed to fly from one specific place in distance. "What is there?" Varya puzzled.

Lark was feeling quite playful after this little moment and while he was getting aside of his little mate, he could also see the night sky with all the lanterns, lights and decorations that were not that far away. He thought a moment thinking of something creative but then remembered something, it was actually the festival going he went some weeks ago with Licht and a certain human.

"Oh it's actually the festival going on ! I totally forgot about it; I went there with Licht some week ago to see what was going on. There was game, food and drinks. Do you want to see how it is ? Thought we could relax but I'm not against some competitive games..." he replied while giving a mischievous smirk at her.

The hazel dove immediately jumped from the ground with a surprised grimace. "Hmm??? I thought the festival was another boring cheesy holiday... But you have sounded interesting. Games? Drinks?" She rolled her eyes in anticipation. If it's not as bad, as she thought then they could play longer and with higher rates than usual. Heaven for a competitive being like her.

"Yes! I want! And I want to go with you!" with the same mischievous smile she looked at her companion. "What kind of competitions are there?" Varya prepared to take off and clearly wanted to continue the conversation along the way there.

Kinda expecting her response to the subject approached, he got up real fast. Ready to go, they both were taking advance to the festival. Lark was explaining a bit the various activities that could be done and mentioned the race he has done with Licht.

Arriving closer to the said place, amazing odours of exotic spices and gorgeous decorations and light were making it almost overwhelming. It was very animated with all the stands and creatures around, perhaps a bit much noisy too.

"I think there's one that could interest you mostly, but I wouldn't want you to lose against me of course..." he started by continuing to explain since he knew she'd be interested.

There were only a few things on the stands that would catch her eye: bunches of some murim herbs, delicious snacks with booze, and those elaborately carved scabbards looked enticing. But they are not what she sought after. Varya was here to spend her time competing, and Lark's slight provocation was a good reason to get right down to business.

"Losing to you?" she immediately jumped up to him, stretching out to somehow be with on the same level with high rook, "But let's fight and you will see that you worried in vain!" Her wide smile lit up her face, and coupled with her simple self-confidence, the moment was especially funny.

"Well yes, don't you remember that last time ?" he said by being vague about it.

As they were playfully provoking each other, they arrived at the place where they could finally get to the game. There were not many creatures around surprisingly , but some participants were already showing off to each others who was the strongest of them all. The prairie seemed to be obviously stronger than the poor little common but quite unexpected to see this one being able to keep up. Lark containing himself to bounce around Varvara with excitation was kinda pointing the scene, trying to communicate with the music and noises.

"Hey look, we could pass faster than expected; it seems that it's not that popular. Or maybe they close soon, not sure." he said questioning.

Hazel kukuri walked over to the place, where Lark was hovering around. Stepping on this stage with her paw, Varvara checked the strength of the boards. It seemed reliable enough to support decent weight, and in the middle there was a dense bulge of stone, scarred all over the place.

The stage was not so festively decorated, and probably even for the better. Who would be pleased to simultaneously perform and stomp on all these flowers, and even need to look both ways to not burn their tail with a candle? Lighting around is enough already. This scene is ideal for near-combat competitions such as pushing, wrestling, or just fighting. What the warrior dove wanted so badly.

"Well, will they close or will not close, the scene will remain and we can still use it, right? Onlookers will stick here by themselves." Varya jumped onto one of the sides of the makeshift ring, swaying slightly and flapping her wings, as beckoning to Lark.

Satisfied that Varvara hadn't rushed to another place and got his signs, Lark quickly fluttered to the other side of the ring. "Well, yeah. I guess it's true”. He thought a little, and decided to tease his friend, blurted out: “I dissuaded you, so don’t be offended at where you end up.” The eyes of the dove immediately lit up with excitement, and as soon as the fireworks sounded above, the two began their competition.

Although there are many ways to find out who is stronger, the two agreed without a word on the pushing. Whoever falls off the stage first - loses.

It may seem that this is not a completely fair rule, since the difference between Lark and Varya is very noticeable. However, this is only for those who don't know much about them. They are both very active and mobile. Only few creatures will snap at Lark, he is both scary and capable. He only needs to butt with such big horns and several beautiful holes will be drawn in his opponent. The Varvara is not as threatening as her partner, but behind her fur hides a prepared, muscular and agile body. In addition, she is a female, this giving, albeit a small, but an advantage. This way, every time it comes to their sparring, it's pretty hard to tell exactly how things will turn out. It leveled the playing field and they knew it.

Nevertheless, this obvious only to them, but not to the passers, who have not yet enough of confrontations in different weight categories, so they slowly began to crowd around the stage and whisper with interest. Some even placed bets. Every time either of the two competing aerials stumbled, there were groans and whistles from the crowd.

Not embarrassed by the looks at all, Lark and Varya continued to push each other. Sometimes testing for patience and endurance, or then making sudden attacks, and trying to knock off opponent's balance.

It would have continued like this, until Varya noticed an unusually familiar human in the crowd. The black hair was illuminated by the beautiful yellowish reflections of the nearest lanterns, and the petals of orange flowers seemed to be tangled in such long hairs. It seems that something flashed in her mind, which made her fall out of what was happening a little, only mechanically she held the rack.

Lark noticed the difference in his friend's movements, yet he couldn't help but push her closer to the edge, reminding her of what was going on. She came to her senses and was ready to answer, but her stupid tail seemed to get tangled in their legs, so both end up collapsed off the stage. The crowd began to buzz, deciding among themselves who won and who didn't. What is considered when two fall at the same time.

Lark tried to get up from her as soon as possible and asked “What are you doing?”. Arguing like others is already pointless. He looked in the same direction. "What was there?".
“A long haired man, he stood beside the tree. Maybe a sorcerer? I felt weird”, Varya told in puzzlement. Lark looked again, but he didn't see anything similar. "A draw?" she asked turning around.
Lark looked at her. She doesn't get so embarrassed normally, but this time, even with the naked eye, it was clear. “Well, I'll think it's a draw, but with priority in my favour,” he gurgled importantly and looked at her through the periphery.

"Ah you! I succumbed to you, and that's what you are doing to me!”

He was waiting for this answer, so everything is fine and he can relax.

“Mmm, yeah yeah. Let’s go find something to eat, and then we’ll find that guy?”

Making a half-offended, half-thinking face, Varya nodded, and the two left the noisy spot behind.