A Chance To Think

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Who: Fhesa'Voj Japaia
Where: Trilok, Vjytsi Plains
When: Tria 25th, 81379- Early evening.
Joining: Anyone, I'm new and want to get to know you ^_^
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<span style='color:gray'>The snow fell lightly in the pale pink sky, the large orange sun dipping below the horizon, giving out its last rays of light before the snow of the Plains took it into its cold grasp and left the wanderers and inhabitants in complete darkness. Sitting on the porch of one of the few huts dotted around the Plains, sat what from a distance would have looked like a Snow 'Dragon. The figure sat still and silently, only the wind giving away the true nature of the 'Dragon. As you near, details of black on the fur start to appear, all over the 'Dragon, tattoos of all shapes and all sizes, each with their own meaning or just for decoration. Nearer still, and firey red eyes are seen, staring off into the distance, thoughts of another life passing over them. A beanie hat and white trousers are distinguished from the mass of thick white fur, and his wings twitched occasionally to rid themselves of snow that alighted upon them.

Fhesa'Voj had left his family home, and was now sat by the hut he had built. It wasn't a master-piece like his father's, but it would keep him warm and dry until he thought it best to move on and take his skills with him to another part of this world where he would see more Pendragons, learn more things and expirence a different life. His mother had not wanted him to leave so soon, but 'Voj had been adament that he leave and make a path for himself, rather then live out his life in the cold barren place he had lived in for his 24 years. He did not tire of the snow or the cold. In fact, he hardly felt it through his thick fur like scales, and he loved the snow, its beautiful colours and the scenes it could make. He was an artist, a tattooist, and he wanted to show the world he was alive, not sit around and let the world pass him by. He had to get out there, explore, meet and live. 'Voj turned his head to the pad of paper beside him, taking the pencil from behind his ear and picked up the pad. Bringing up his knees, he flicked through the pad till he found a clear page and started to doodle the scene infront of him. He had always ended up doodling away. He never spoke much unless spoken to, as not to appear rude, but he loved the silence around him, that wasn't silent at all, but bubbling with noise of other life forms out there in the snow.

'Voj was yet to meet another Pendragon out here, but he had not expected it. This was a barren place, and few ventured here unless they were truely on a mission to find out some important research, or to just explore the whole of the Plains. He had only ventured out here with his father a few times, when the food they had hunted to survive the long winters had come through on their long migrations. 'Voj had always loved hunting with his father, but fishing was more his thing. He often caught a lot of fish, and his father had many a time asked him how he did it. 'Voj would always shrug his shoulders and say "Luck, I suppose". Now that life was behind him, and he had to look forward. At this thought he gazed up again, looking for any form of life. His hut was the only one for a fair few miles, and he had the best view over the Plains to the distant ripples of water that formed the edge of his world. He had travelled a long way, his family home had been situated by the sea. As he looked there now, his red eyes saw nothing. No movement, no life, nothing. This was a solitary place, but yet 'Voj did not feel alone. His thoughts and wonderings kept him company, and he felt that maybe, he wasn't so alone out here. There had to be life here somewhere. All he had to do was wait.</span>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Mal ^-^ Thanks for joining me. I think Morichai might join us at some point. She said she was going to set up an RP for us, but I decided to get there first ^_~</td></tr></table>


<span style='color:gray'>Fhesa'Voj looked up from his pad as the snow caught his eye. His paw rested on the pencil and the red eyes narrowed at the new-comer. He seemed rather sneaky, as though hiding something, but 'Voj nodded in return, looking out over the wide expance of white snow. He had always loved the snow, always thought it beautiful, a perfect touch to a world hindered by corruption. Setting the pad down and tucking the pencil behind his ear, 'Voj stood, moving to greet the new 'dragon properly. 'Voj was a tall Khell, almost 8 foot in hight, his wings continuing to tower higher in their bent position. 'Voj's brilliant red eyes passed over the 'dragon and a small smile split his tattooed face. His mask, a circle with a cross inside with elongated ends to extend the circle, shortened a little, and the lightning bolt tattoo on the other side of his face seemed to become animated with the small movement.

"Come traveller. You look cold. The frost on your muzzle must not help." He opened the door to his hut, motioning for the Pendragon to enter. "Though it is a wonderland out here, it is not always the most hospitable of places." 'Voj lowered his head, his families long tradition of greeting to those of new origins. The new-comer looked slightly odd, his midnight fur and red tattoos intriguing Fhesa'Voj. "You must forgive me, I do not see many others in these parts. Coversation is not my usual activity." Picking up the pad and pencil, 'Voj entered his hut and poked at the cinders in the middle of the hut's floor before adding a few branches of dried wood to the pile. Taking one of the smaller twigs, he placed it in the fire of his tail for a moment to catch and lit the fire. It shot up a red and white haze, much like the colours of his tail before dying down into the normal colours of fire. Standing again and pulling up a chair to the fire, 'Voj looked through his packs for a fur lined coat for the 'dragon.

"Come, come, sit, I will get you some food." 'Voj lowered his head again as he peered out of the door and turned back in, taking off his beanie hat and laying it on one of the many boxes that cluttered the hut.</span>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>No worries ^-^ I have a different access problem, mainly little brothers and childish fathers XD My mum is scared of the computer cos it makes funny noises at her XD I hope you don't mind me playing your pet for a moment XD If you do, I'll change this post</td></tr></table>


<span style='color:gray'>Fhesa'Voj watched the new-comer with narrowed curious eyes, taking in everything he did, like a child watching its parent when learning. 'Voj turned away from him for a moment as the skeletal cat started to explore the hut. 'Voj had never seen such a strange creature, and the fact his visitor seemed to have the flesh of his arm missing was also a little disturbing. Sifting through his food stores, he found a few things that looked edible enough. Unsure of whether this 'Dragon could eat or not, he stood and contemplated the strange thoughts circling his mind. Half dead? Is that possible? 'Voj started as the visitor spoke, wings spreading in frieght. Calming himself, he worked out what the words had been.

"Paushlatt? Fitting." 'Voj bowed his head deeply to the one now known to him as Paushlatt. "Ni muna et Fhesa'Voj. 'Voj vyj thyjs, yj Fhes'." 'Voj lifted his head and smiled slightly. Picking up the food he had found, he offered it to Paushlatt and pulled up another chair to the fire. "Thinking about helping someone is a silly way to go about things." 'Voj said, sitting cross legged on the chair and wrapping his long, almost furry wings around himself. "To think about helping someone is to say 'Maybe you don't deserve help'. At any rate, you are the first lifeform other then unintelligent life I have seen in a long time. Sometimes I wonder if I am still even sane out here in the endless drift of snow." 'Voj chuckled a little and watched the skeletal cat for a moment or two, its movements strange, the fact it was even moving disturbing him slightly.

"So..." 'Voj looked at the other, eyes trying to avert from both the bone hand and the skeletal cat. "I have to admit, this isn't something I see everyday, even if I was back home." 'Voj motioned to the hand and cat, looking a little embarrased.</span>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Welcome aboard Morichai!</td></tr></table>


<span style='color:gray'>'Voj spread his wings as the skeletal pet was dumped onto his lap, and his red eyes narrowed at it as the claws bit into his leg. Slowly, he placed a finger under the cat's chin and gently stroked it. The cat seemed to reach like any normal cat would and 'Voj smiled, nodding at Paushlatt. His long ears swivelled back at the sound of the door being attacked and froze in his actions. Placing the cat back on the ground, 'Voj stood and moved carefully over to the door. The door, apart from the hole in the ceiling that let out the smoke of the fire, was the only way to get in and out, as windows took a great amount of time to fix up, and Fhesa'Voj knew he would be moving on at some point.

'Voj looked over his shoulder at Paushlatt's muttered words and tilted his head slightly at the crystal lens. What kind of Pendragon had he allowed into his home? He certainly had a lot of different abilities, whatever he was. Pulling the door open a little, he spotted the winged feline and frowned. It wasn't what he had expected to be trying to get into his house, as the spund it had been making could have very well been one of the many creatures that thrived in the snowy plains. He opened the door fully and looked out over the snow. This creature was certainly from a different place. Not seeing anyone out there, he knelt and looked the winged cat over, holding out a hand which still held some of the food he had found earlier.

"What on Ramath-lehi are you doing in a place like this? This surely isn't where you are supposed to be! Where are you from?" 'Voj stood again, placing some of the food on the swept floor and again looked out over the snow.</span>

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the lateness of my reply XD I had to visit relatives for the night and help look after the kids.</td></tr></table>


<span style='color:gray'>Fhesa'Voj's eyes widened as the feline spoke and he shot back from it, ears flat against his skull and wings spread slightly to defend himself. He frieghtened too easily, but out here, anything could be disguising itself. He tore his eyes away from the cat as a female 'Dragon headed toward the hut, obviously cold. When she picked up the winged cat, 'Voj looked at her suspiciously. He had hardly noted what the beast had said, but it came back to him and he stood, keeping a distance, registering the sound of Paushlatt's cat hitting the wall. 'Voj looked over his shoulder at Paushlatt with a strange look. Apart from when he had been back home, 'Voj hadn't had, or even seen, this many Pendragons in his home area before, and now to have two in his home was somewhat of a shock to him. Closing his eyes for a moment and holding his hand up to the other with a flick of his fingers to mean come in. He leant against the wall, breathing calmly. Opening his red eyes again, he stood straight and smiled a little. Motioning to the new-comer to take a seat in the chair he had been seated, he pulled up a box and sat cross legged upon it.

He glanced at the skeletal cat was was for some reason only half way made. He tilted his head and shook it for a moment in thought and turned his attention to the female 'Dragon. He took in her long coal hair and black fur, amber eyes and long wings, much like his own, except for what looked like spines protruding from them. He remembered his Oldha telling him about many different breed of Pendragon. After all, he was a Khell, a subspieces of the Pendragon, much more furry and wirey to some of the other Pendragons, and each Khell was given a 'mask' on their face to signify which family group they had come from. His was the circle with a cross extending his circumferance, with flattened ends so that the cross curved out at the ends. The first mask was over his left eye, but he had used the design to practise his tattooing skills and there was one in the middle of his chest and on his arm as well. The design had been used to create others on him, a paw print on each hip with a cross in the middle of the main part of the paw, as well as others.

"This.... is unexpected..." He commented, curling his long whiskers around his fingers, the long silver threads, which as on the other side of his head, were usually brushed along his muzzle to reside just below his ears. "Not only do I find one Pendragon in a place many would not venture, but I get politely instructed to do as a feline tells me to." 'Voj shook his head with a small smile and lowered his head to the female. "Fhesa'Voj. 'Voj vyj thyjs." 'Voj looked at the female and suddenly jumped off the box and moved over to the discarded fur coat he had offered Paushlatt before realising the 'Dragon was half dead. Laying it over the chiar and pushing her chair closer to the fire, he moved over to the animal hide bag he kept uncook food in. He placed the other meat away from the uncooked fish and brought over two quite large specimens of some of the fish that could be caught in the Oceans that surrounded the Trilok area. Skewering the fish, he placed them over the fire and jammed the other end of the skewering stick in the dirt that made up the floor.

"What is a young lady like you doing out here in the cold, as your feline says, you cannot take the cold. It may be the middle of summer, but the cold will never let up."</span>

 

<span style='color:gray'>'Voj looked skeptically at Tai, but said nothing. To be 'getting used to the cold', especially in the midst of the Plains, was proably the strangest excuse he had heard in a long time. If someone wanted to get used to the cold, surely the more inhabitated parts of Trilok were a better idea! Narrowing his red eyes at her momentarily, he sighed and turned the fish sticks, watching carefully, as not to loose the sticks from the earth. He watched Paushlatt silently as he detatched his arm and grabbed the cat and fixed him up. 'Voj scratched his muzzle, starting to feel as though this encounter would prepare him for anything this world he had ventured into had in store for him. Smoothing the black tainted fur that made his right cheek's tribal lightning bolt tattoo, he hoped back up onto his box and stared at the winged feline, still unsure of the creature.

"It is nothing. I made this hut to accomidate me for the few days I would need it and then leave it standing for unfortunate travellers that are lost with some kind of information so they know round abouts where they are." 'Voj stretched his wings, hearing the slight creak of joints as he spread them as far as the hut would permit. The wing span must have been at least 10 foot across. An impressive band of downward pointing flame tattoos at the joint, and his mask in the center of the snowy white and silver plummage. The feather structure was a lot like fur, but it seperated into its different feather strands as they were stretched. Scratching at the soft silver spines on his head that had flopped over to one side of his face to obscure one of his blood red eyes, he looked around for the beanie hat he had disspellled.

"I doubt making bones stick would stop a determined skeletal cat from shaking itself apart if it really wanted to." 'Voj commented, watching the last formed paw skuttle across the floor to join up to the rest of the creature. Crossing wirey muscled arms, the curled tufts of fur at his elbows and knees spreading slightly in the bent position.</span>

 

<span style='color:gray'>'Voj looked at Paushlatt a little surprised, his red eyes wide and questioning, but he didn't argue and bowed his head in respect to the Pendragon's wishes. He stood too and shook Paushlatt's hand with a small smile on his face. 'Voj moved over towards the door, opening it and inspecting the sky, weather, wind changes, anything that might destroy Paushlatt's chance of getting to his destinations. He nodded, seeing it pretty much clear of any dangers. He pointed to a few places.

"Depending on where you want to go, that way is to the main fishing village of Trilok's Plains. Its where I come from. If you are headed that way, I'll give you some information and you can call in on my parents if you need a rest. If they know you met me on my journey away from them, I'm sure they will look out for you for the time you want to be there. There are also two other huts like this on your way there from other travellers." He turned and pointed in the direction of a large tree barrier a long way away. "That way is the way I'm headed, a City lies that way, but I'm not leaving for a few more days I don't think. Its an ancient City, and when I reach it, I'll choose where I'm travelling from there." 'Voj motioned to other directions and plastering them with the same describtion. "Other places are for you to explore. I do not know all of my Home Land, as many of them are dangerous and not for a Khell like me, a non-fighter." Fhesa'Voj smiled a little more widely and scratched the top of the skeletal cat's head, stepping away from Sakura as she floated near him. It wasn't so much that he had never seen a cat before, it was that he had had a run in with a larger cat type creature when he was younger, and had set him up for distaste for them for the rest of his life. He didn't hate them, but their image always brought back those memories.

"My tattoos?" He looked at his arms, the suns and the upward pointing fire on his left arm and the tribal designs and downward pointing fire of his right arm and looked at his bared chest also, with the many little designs that he had designed. "I got them from my own mind and drew them with my own hand. I am a tattooist by Trade, Tai. These are designs I have made and practiced upon myself. This..." He pointed to the mark over his left eye. "Wasn't done by me. It is my family mask. I have used it to produce other designs and so placed them upon myself." He smiled a little, eyes registering the winged feline, but trying not to let it bother him too much.</span>

 

<span style='color:gray'>'Voj watches Paushlatt for a moment before turning his head back to Tai, following her gaze to the pawprint tattoos on his sides. He chuckles aimiably and nodded his head to her question. He pointed to a large box in the corner which was strewn with paper and a few drawing equipment things, and shrugged a little moving over and picking up one of the paper sheafs. He handed it to Tai. It was the design of the paw print, but with a few alterations. It didn't have the cross in the main pad of the paw, but instead, a swirling design that reminded him of smoke or water. Its talons were slightly longer and crossed at the tips. He smirked a little fingering his whiskers again.

"It is why I left home. To become a tattooist. I am a Journeyman in the Tattooist Artistry, and an Apprentice in the arts of Drawing. I left home to seek new horizons with both my realistic art and my tattooing. I tattoo others, but as of yet, I only tattooed my brother on his death bed." Fhesa'Voj turned away from Tai and drew his attention to the meal that was now finished. Plucking the fish and their sticks from the earth he offered one to Tai and the other to Paushlatt, but half expecting the half dead 'Dragon's reply. He sat back, his back against the box he had drawn up from himself and wings spread slightly as so he was confortable. He was a little withdrawn by the mention of his brother, and any more speak of it he would brush aside. His long, fluffy feline tail waggled slightly to his right, the flame on it making a dance of light.

"Why do you ask Tai? Do you wish for a similar design?"</span>