<b><i><u>Shennongjia Forestry District, Hubei Province, China</u></i></b><br/><br/>Tórur Iliad would be walking off the beaten path, away from any stretch of civilization closest to him and closer to the destination of his choosing. The Young Man was eager for inspiration and this land was full of it- Has his Aunt<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fgreek901.weebly.com%2Fuploads%2F2%2F5%2F9%2F9%2F25993338%2F6062416_orig.jpg&amp;hash=08babba9023738ec520d84a181aaac1a" href="http://greek901.weebly.com/uploads/2/5/9/9/25993338/6062416_orig.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Stheno</a>would tell him, China thrummed with power from the old world. Though Industry and Urbanization have played a part and quieted it's soothing hum, a vestige of it remained. He was going where he felt that pull the strongest. As always, he was carrying his travelling gear and his art supplies close at hand. Tórur had always had a tendency to look for inspiration where he felt the most comfortable, and as far as he understood, that normally meant in areas heavily influenced by magic. It was what he was used to, as growing up with Monsters meant the area he was in was normally stuffed to the point of explosion with magical energy. Finally, however, he arrived at his destination- a small<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.shopify.com%2Fs%2Ffiles%2F1%2F0337%2F7469%2Fproducts%2Fcalm-waterfall-wall-mural_1500x.jpg%3Fv%3D1510368879&amp;hash=023d8b3b55d23b1021b16d7ec2cc491d" href="https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0337/7469/products/calm-waterfall-wall-mural_1500x.jpg?v=1510368879" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">waterfall</a>in the forest, the sound generating a lovely harmony for the nature present, enriching the soil at it's core.<br/><br/>Tórur would nestle himself down in a dry patch under a tree, fitting his body perfectly, as he took out his art supplies and began drawing. Tórur couldn't exactly '<i>see' </i>in the traditional sense- He was blind, had been since he was born. Faulty equipment and drug addicted parents had a tendency of doing that. However, thanks to his training by beings that would take too long to explain to those not familiar with greek mythology, he could see by using harmonic vibrations. His paint was all hand-made, so that he could distinguish colors via smell, and he had an understanding of Braille, which helped with typing more often than not. As he began painting, he felt a familiar mischievous little presence appear, before sighing. "<b>Coinzel, come out."</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">It took a few seconds of waiting, but eventually, a small <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Forig00.deviantart.net%2F30a5%2Ff%2F2016%2F010%2F8%2F1%2Fwillowisp_by_gekipie-d9nhcsf.png&amp;hash=fdee497b3c1b0b3b207de3434d58ebb9" href="https://orig00.deviantart.net/30a5/f/2016/010/8/1/willowisp_by_gekipie-d9nhcsf.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">will o' wisp</a> came out of hiding, looking towards Tórur with a pout on it's face. "<b>Are you sure you're blind, Master? No matter what, you always find me." </b>It said, floating around him in a circle.</span><br/><br/>"<b>You are not that well trained that harmonic magic cannot detect you, If they know what to look for." </b>He said to the small-looking spirit. In truth, Coinzel was neither small nor a spirit, in the traditional manner one might think- Coinzel was an Adult Fire Elemental, a being of fire given consciousness and form. Stronger and Smarter than a Juvenile, Weaker and Dumber than a Elder. Coinzel had been Tórur's familiar since he was adopted by Medusa, and had been a companion since he was very young. As such, the two were normally never far apart. He would then shift as the small creature would settle in a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F90%2F5d%2F94%2F905d94a00f6303b0b8156f9c155892ec.jpg&amp;hash=96cc5e1062542f971b586e9a89dc8e36" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/90/5d/94/905d94a00f6303b0b8156f9c155892ec.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">locket</a>around Tórur's neck. "<b>Besides, I could smell you from a mile away, you know this." </b>He said.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"<b>Are you saying I smell bad?!"</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>You smell of Ashes and Cinder in a damp forest, it's not hard to differentiate."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><i>"~grumble~ </i>Better not say I smell bad...."</span></b><br/><br/>Tórur would let out a sigh as he looked at the locket affectionately. "<b>Tell you what- I brought some treats with me, would you like some?" </b>He asked, earning a squeal of delight from the fire spirit. The Spirit had a sweet tooth, particularly for chocolate, so Tórur always kept some with him. Taking out his packed lunch for the trip to this selected spot,  he would open up a wrapped cloth and then would hold out one of his white chocolate coins to the spirit, which joyfully engulfed it. Coinzel, however, would brighten up in caution as they both heard the sounds of something stepping forward. Tórur would have Coinzel to return to the pendent. Staying still, they'd both see the source of the noise- A<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimg00.deviantart.net%2Ff297%2Fi%2F2016%2F165%2Fc%2F5%2Fyeti_concept_art_by_dragonflamebg-da693tn.png&amp;hash=f5488e7c5c35d67df3a8c6d23c638330" href="https://img00.deviantart.net/f297/i/2016/165/c/5/yeti_concept_art_by_dragonflamebg-da693tn.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Yeti</a>.<br/><br/>Shennongjia was famous for sightings of this mythical creature, but this was the first time Tórur had ever seen one up close! As He would approach it, it immediately jolted up- The creature had likely come for a drink from the plunge pool at the bottom of the waterfall. Hostility was evident in it's body language, likely preparing to kill Tórur, as Tórur would reach out with his mind. "<i><b>Calm.</b>" </i>Tórur said in his mind, as the creature immediately took to the suggestion, becoming passive aggressive. He would approach the Yeti carefully, holding out his hand. "<i><b>Relax. I mean you no harm." </b></i>He continued, watching the creature accept his presence there, as Tórur would gently place a hand on him. It's body felt incredibly warm- likely due to the developing in the mountains. He saw, however, why it was so hostile- it's foot was wounded, and there was a spike of metal in it. A bear trap, or something similar, must've caught the creature.<br/><br/>It made Tórur sick- Hunter's who used things like this had no respect for the natural order. All they cared for were trophies.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Tórur was in a position where he could help- Removing the metal spike, earning a pained whine from the Yeti, Tórur would hold up his hand as he began channeling the magic around them onto the Yeti's wound. It would not heal all the way, and there would likely be scarring, but it would help the tissue regenerate faster and prevent infection. Peering into the creatures mind, Tórur felt relief and gratitude come from it, before hearing it's stomach rumble. Letting out a laugh, Tórur would let out a laugh. "<b>Hungry, eh? Likely were hunting for food before you came across a hunter's trap- Here." </b>He said, as he began picking fruit from the nearby shrubbery- the magical aura, combined with the healthy soil and the flowing water, made it so that plant life grew in abundance. Gathering strawberries, salmonberries, blackcurrant, and elderberries, he would use the cloth he had for chocolate and place them in front of the creature, he would begin eating ravenously. Tórur doubted it would satisfy it's hunger for long, but it would keep the Yeti from getting desperate and attacking too close to where larger numbers of humans were. If they found it, they'd either shoot him, string him up for all to see like some kind of beast, or put it in a zoo.<br/><br/>None were good options for a creature who deserved to exist as any do.<br/><br/>Tórur would nestle back into the spot he was, munching on a chocolate coin, as he went back to painting, now adding the Yeti into the mix. You didn't see creatures like this often anymore, so Tórur's inspiration was going overboard. Eventually it moved on, likely back to wherever it was residing to rest and heal, but Tórur was content in knowing that it helped a fellow creature survive another day.<br/><br/>Much more than what most Divine Beings would do.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="5" data-username="@Beauty" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5/">@Beauty</a>