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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2025 11:19 am
(This is a private RP log for (Latonia de la Courtel) ToniCourtel's Nu'ha Noom. A citizen of Utloyi who may find herself very, very lost...)
(Original Cert for non-items.)
[Teepee]
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2025 6:25 pm
Quote: Life among the Moons had been peaceful for too long, in some ways. An extremely isolated herd, on an isolated island, in the middle of expanse of sea that seemed insurmountable. Sharp cliffs and fierce rocks to one side, impenetrable woods over to another... No real place of wide open freedom or opportunity that she could perceive as a form of escape.
The Moons were one herd, one family. The same pale faces, upraised beneath the same tall trees, having the same interaction with the wolf packs or the goat herds that were their nearest neighbors. Admiring the strange colors and patterns that seemed to come so readily to the rainbow hued parrots, the incredibly patterned wolves and the goats or even the tapirs that the wolves herded.
Nu'ha was born a rather unremarkable white filly, with similarly indistinguishable white siblings, the product of two unmarked white parents. There were others in the herd that were similarly white, with pale blue eyes, only differentiating in how they could get different familiar friends to help them style their manes and tails. Paint and dye only went so far, but some of the younger Moons gradually went this route, indulging in dye and ornamentation to differentiate themselves from their kin. Then the strange variations started, bold colors and surprise markings, strange features in terms of wings and fins and other such seemingly spontaneous mutations or changes. Tricks of their bloodline or of passing mischievous spirits, who could say? But the fact remained, slowly the Moons were changing.
Nu'ha wanted change too...
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2026 11:40 am
Quote: Like most nights, Nu'ha Noom waits until moon rise and then goes wandering once again. The autumn nights are rich with buzzing or chirping insects and birds, the shush-sigh of distant waves. The wolves sing hunt song from some inner coil of the Island forest, but at this hour most of the MeatCutter parrot flock has settled for the night. Their noise has ceased, but she thinks she can hear some of the goats still trotting through the brush, though perhaps it is the wolves moving their tapir flocks to other places for better feeding. Either way in the distance it sounds lively enough, hoof stock of some kind but not really the size of Moon Children? Not quite Soquili but Island inhabitants nonetheless. Larger and louder than the frogs at the fresh water sources, than the lizards and turtles that might move through the undergrowth at this hour.
It is not as prone to frost here as it is on the inner points of the island, the higher elevation where mountains rise up in sharp rock face. The parrots love it there but it is rather precarious for Soquili hooves to travail the paths into the sky, so there's not much cause for them to be up where the air goes thin and the ice rests thick most of the year. Down in the dense woods they won't see more than a hint of chill, and even then it won't be until deeper into autumn and early winter. Nothing worth worrying about just yet.
So Nu'ha watches the bright moon cast a wide glow overhead and then rises, unable to resist the urge to go wandering. She'll rest later, closer to dawn.
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