A new begining, a new plot.

Thread in 'Ramathian Scrolls' started by Shadowlack, Jun 3, 2004.

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  1. ic: Pausht
    time: Night
    day: 3
    season: dyo
    year: 81378

    With a sigh the young pengdragon turned in a few circles, paw after paw, before placing her petite bottem down to rest on the jungle floor. Fluffly tail flicking at her side with tension. Althought the depth of black it is makes this gesture as well as the whole of her invisible in the black of the night especially with the moon shaded from the high canapy tree tops. The only visible sign of her presence is her piercing blue eyes and small traces of the same stunning colour flecked throughout her fur and upon the tip her her tail. One last account of her presence would perhaps be the small drift from her small wings as they flitture, not so gracefully. With the instincts of a wolf these things were nothing but purely foreign. With that thought and small huff emited from her velvet muzzle as sure knew that surly someone had cursed her with these things. She knew people did not much like her because except for the wings she had all the same features of a wolf. She was an outcast and she would accept that and make this her new home. Looking around with insite she tilted her head of thoughts of this beeing her home then let her front paws colapse infront of her and lay down with a cloud of dirt and dust rising up around her. With this she sneezed then spited herself, she didn't need nor want any attention. Who was she kidding? Purhaps she would see the beauty of the sun upon sunrise and be more pleased about her chosen spot and not feel so utterly lonely. But if her lonelyness was evaded surly it would not last for long, who would want to spend time with a pendragon that isn't even close to truly being such, who has the instincts of pack life with a few small magical touches. Maybe that is why she felt to out of touch with her surounding... A wolf seeking refuge in a jungle?
    She was fighting an urge at this moment to rise to the call of the moon. She bit her toungue to hold back, piercing though the fleshy muscel. Tasting blood she realized her hunger but ignored it for a fear came over her, she suddenly felt eyes. Forcing herself to ignore it, for she thought it purly paranoia, she forced her ears down upon her head. One to scurry into submission if it were an attacter and two so she didn't listen to every noise and let her imignation sore into murderous massacre. With this final gesture she lay at rest, or as close as she could calm herself, forcing her eyes shut she braced the dream world.
     
  2. IC: Lukhan hesam. Age: 22


    "Of all the days to be lost in this stupid jungle, this has to be one of the worst." Said lukhan, walking through the jungle. "I'm probably the only 'dragon out here at this time, what a comforting thought." He said sarcastically, climbing up into a tree.
     
  3. ic: Pausht
    Raising her head slightly, she tilted it to the side with slight curiousity. Then sighed, her world seemed full of gestures like this recently. Another one... A normal one. Unsure of what this individual speaks she shrugs deciding not to decifer it. She decided to ignore the stranger, not fearing if it is taken as an insult. Keeping her head raised this time she glances around, feeling at ease... For once. Then she thinks. Maybe what he said would be usefull to her. But knowing she can't possible understand if she tries she attemps to shrug it off. Her emotions hidden beneith the surface she looks gracefull resting on the jungle floor. One thing she was proud of... Her ability to hide her emotions.
     
  4. {hmm, another 'dragon, maybe she knows which way to get outta here.} He thought, sensing her. "Hey, do you know the way outta here." He asked, looking at her.
     
  5. Blinking with prosperity at the familiar sence she swished her tail. No she did not know the way out, purposly. Recognizing the sence of telaphathy she felt a slight comfort witch soon disapated with the discomfort of still not understanding. She looked at the strangers face noticing by the expression that he had probably asked her a question. She played on the safe side. { tyjji, ros E un omtoja.} A look of releafe came over her face to disguse the distress of possibly replying with a comleate and utterly incorrect response.
     
  6. "Yh iyo tgauc junusheum, mys amdleth. Est ycui, shumct umifuit." He said to her, flying down from the tree.
     
  7. ic: Pausht

    Nodding, she needed the earth under her between her paws. Before rising to them. Standing with her tail held high she let her feelings of superiority show clearly doubting that the indivdiual around her would sence this since his culture was totaly different. Her ears pricked forward as she listend to the sounds around her. The moon was rising higher and with it her spirits. Or perhaps it was this unexpected encounter.
     
  8. "tu, qhes ebi oua guymp uas hibi?" He asked, bringing his tail up.
     
  9. Peering at him, a look of confusion cascades over her muzzle and sweeps into her eyes dulling there radient blue slightly. She shruged slightly, chosing to ignore it like she did with most things she encounterd that she did not understand. If it came to the point that she did not understand him surly she would start to ignore his exsistance in her life. She glanced around her surroundeing deciding to wonder. She paces around the small circle enclosing them from the density of the jungle bush. Leaves at peace shake gently as she passes them, leaves now dead flatten as she steps on them. Troting around she feels like a pup but doesn't care. She feels bored and must entertain herself somehow.
     
  10. "E pym's cmyf uryos iyo, ros e'n dyemd sy tlaag, dyyp medhs." He said, spreading his wings, and flying up onto a tree branch. Landing on the branch, he wrapped himself up in his wings, looking like a black capsule.
     
  11. This time he made sence. She looked up at him sleeping in the tree. { Medhs.} She lowerd herself gently to the ground once again this time curling her tail around her body for warmth. Lowering her crown she rests it on her paws. With the grace of staring off into the night she lets her heavly lids slowly drift shut.
     
  12. Lukhan was not sleeping well. his dreams quickly turned into nightmares of his past, abandoned on the streets. He woke up, breathing heavily and in a cold sweat. {Well, at least she can sleep peacefully.} He thought, unfolding his wings and staring at the moon.
     
  13. Rolling on her side her feet kicked lightly. A nightmare, maybe? Didn't matter nightmares didn't scare her, she rather enjoyed him. Perhaps she was running away from being different. A small whimmper emited from her muzzle then she was still. Past the dream in a deep slumber. A dangerous state, not easily woken. Subconciously she seemed to know this, her ears twitched even in sleep. Her breething gentle, she looked comfortable, but disturbed.
     
  14. Lukhan heard her wimper. {Is she okay? I'll check up on her.} He thought, flying down to the ground, watching over her.
     
  15. Starling she wakes jumping to her paws in a reflex. Stutering back she lowerd herself legs taking a few steps back. Her lips curled up showing her pearly white teeth. Her eyes flashed but then realizing who it was she stood straight blinking. Letting herself relaxe she yawns and sits.




    (ooc: im off for the night... ill reply tomorrow...)
     
  16. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class=ooc><tr><td>i'm gonna have to get off soon anyways, so its okay. :) </td></tr></table>


    BIC: "Fyuh, Fyuh, fyuh. Es't qots na. Pep E fuca iyo?" He said, backing away. "Iyo ycui?" He asked, sitting next to her.
     
  17. Lowering her head she grumbled slightly to herself. Then looking back up she cast her eyes on the stranger noding. {iat ump iat}. She flicked her tail back and forth with a slight tension of iritation but she forced it to fade and let her tail stay still. She twitched her ears around listening to sounds around them... Purhaps morning was comming... or Purhaps more night creatures were begining to stir.
     
  18. "Tyjji, E pepm's naum sy" He said, standing up and walking around.
     
  19. { Es't ull dyyp...} Her eyes traced him as he wanderd around. { Fhus uja iyo pyemd em shet qomdla?} She ponderd. Maybe for the same reasins as she or purhaps totaly different ones. A few thoughts scrambled through her mind but she was quick to dimiss them decideing them irrelivent as well as the questions. Maybe his telephathy wasn't as strong as hers and he did not catch it. If he did... pointless conversation did no harm. She suddenly felt home sick, the reasin she avoided small chit chat was because it often lead to speaking of the past. Sure she was born here but her parents were ignorant enough to bring her up in a place like they called home, possibly for the same reasin she felt the need right now to conjure up a small rabbit to feast on or another earthy creature to play with. Play... The nessecity her childhood lacked so much... She braught her eyes to the ground focusing forcing the feelings out and away and lifting her muzzle with a dainty little grin pressed on her lips.
     
  20. "Qots fumpajemd shjyodh, ump iyo?" He said, turning back to face her, noticing the slight grin on her face. "Fhi uja iyo tnelemd?" He asked, a smirk froming on his own face.
     
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