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[Talhar]

Talhar

- Timestamp: 716th Arc | Rebirth Cycle | 120th Ashan
- Memory Timestamp: 696th Arc | Cold Cycle | 17th Zi'da -

Chipping away at the heritage of an old by-gone tree, Talhar was lost in tranquility as he was seated on nothing more than the very earth that brought the tree to life. It almost made him feel like he was a part of the cycle of life, in a very abstract way. He was giving the tree, or remnant of it anyway, another purpose, apart from being 'cycled' into becoming the foundation for the future generation of saplings and such. Occupied with creating the lowest and broadest part of a fairly large-scale project to him, an ornamental totempole to decorate his place with, he was feeling quite happy and serene as he did his best not to produce a woodcarved foundation for it that looked like the equivalent of a stickfigure doodle.

He had left the thick layer of barkskin on the wooden base and was using a small chipping tool and a very light hammer to slowly and carefully carve into the rimpled layer. Often, or too often at least, he chipped too deep and made the underlying wood show itself in a lighter colour than the rest of the pattern he was carving out. He had started with a sporadicly peaking mountain-circle near the bottom-length of the piece, it gave off a tribal'esque and wild vibe in his mind, for a foundation anyway. Al though it was only the beginning, he made sure to give every chip and every placement of the flatheaded pick careful thought before striking it gently with the hammer; The foundation was taught to him to be exactly that, a foundation. With a weak or mediocre and dissatisfied base for the project, you can't expect to give the rest of the totem the stability and effort it deserved. All in all, it took him several breaks before having finished the two-fingers thick horizontal basement line, it was a rocky road and over-all quite amateuristicly done, but he knew he had given it all the time and sweat he could muster. Without feeling down or giving up, he placed the stub of wood straight up and stared at it while surrounded by nature's glory, buzzing insects and prickling grass, the calm clotching babbled crook near him was the cherry on top as he rested on his hands behind him and suddenly got lost down memory lane, back when he received his first mask during one of the best, if not the best, birthday he had ever had!

[Talhar]

It was back when he was still a young'un, a happy carefree go-lucky young'un without any brutally rough experiences or battlescars of life. It was the brink of dawn, the very earliest birds were just starting to chirp loud in their singing tongue when his father woke up, stretching hard and far while that inexplicable recurring night-goob that gets you during your sleep and snuggles up in the corner of your eyes, obstructed his vision still. Once he fought off the most feared enemy of sleeping beauties, he was certain he saw a tiny silhouette in the corner of his eye. Being a hardened warrior and hunter, his tools of the trade were never out of arm's reach, but before he could take hold of them in a sudden jerk of his arm; He was struck, right in the heart, his young boy gave him the fiercest snuggle his tiny self could muster to bring out. Talhar's fingers barely touched eachother around his father's waist, but it still struck the old man harder than any weapon or enemy could ever hope of doing.

"Do ya know what day it is, huh huh huh?!" Amused snickering could be heard from besides his old man, who was struggling to keep the hyperactive youngling at bay. "Oi, woman, give me a hand here! I'm being attacked by a ferocious animal!" To which Talhar roared at his best, which was as intimidating as a bunny. Just a side-note, bunnies are vicious critters I tell ya! Seriously, they're nature's assassins...Think about it, dem critters make absolutely no sound, ever! Looking all cutesy and cuddly, hopping around with their fluffy tail to lure you in for a snuggle and then...BAM! They got you by the jugular!

But anyway, back to the Talharians. After conquering Mnt Ol'Timer and scurrying his way over to Mommaterpillar, who was peacefully snuggled up in a blanket, before the mighty bunny (Seriously, scary beasts!) pounced on her, but alas, the Mommaterpillar won as she used tactics to beat the ferocious attack. She wrapped him up and cocooned him with her in the blankey and tickled him to submission. With loud cries and too much laughing, the bunny was forced to tap out! "Alright, the liwwle caterpillar and me are going to get dressed, set the table will ya, big'un?!"

"Okays!" More than happy, Talhar hopped off from the bed and rawred his way through imaginary enemies to the table where he began to set the table with a broad, ever-present, smile on his face! "I hope he's going to enjoy it, Zahra." Suddenly the old man was serious and even seemingly distressed..."I'm sure he will, love. Don't worry!"