Inwardly, he sighed relief. 'Home'? he thought to himself. Was this really her 'home'. For all intents and purposes, she didn't look like she belonged in the wild. Immediately, she didn't appear the 'wild' sort. He had lived in Vivuli all his life; not once did he encounter a 'dragon who could only talk Ramathian. It could also be possible that she was genuine... <span style='color:darkblue'> Hyna</span>?<span style='color:darkblue'> Vyjdeba na, ros iyo pym's taan sha felp tyjs... Ev shet et empaap iyoj hyna, E fell mys engyta</span>. Standing once more, Dumu turned toward the trees in which he had been perched. In part he hoped that maybe she would decide against staying where she was; living in the Vivuli Jungle was fine, but where she was caused many lives to be lost - and for such a young and well maintained femme, the loss would break many a heart. He knew of a place, quite dear to him, that would be safer than this. However, it was, after all, her decision. Looking over his back slightly, he thought to her, [<span style='color:gray'>Nemp iyojtalv</span>...] With a slight smile, he divided the bushes and strode proudly through them, his metallic blue flame authrotatively whisping between the leaves.
Home? This wasn't a home to her this was a territory, if only he knew of her history and her past he would understand the instincs that lay hidden within her never to be drawn out. She did a need a bit of adventure though so decided against staying here for a little bit. She could always retern and infact intended to retern for aslong as she followed him she was his pet forcing her instincts to be tame for the time being. She padded along behind him causoutly parting the bushed as they closed behind him. {Iat... Onnn... Hyna, yj sajjesyji. Iyo fyolp mys ompajtsump. }
Glancing out of the side of his eyes, the slim femme followed. Acting as though he didn't know, he continued in his somewhat proud fashion. The moon above rose higher into the sky, shafting between the branches and leaves, softly shimmering against his side. Refreshing, in a sense, to feel the moon so powerful. A luxurious hedge-like row of bushes, parted to reveal a pristine open field, guarded all around the perimeter by the most immense trees, glimmering and swaying gently,methodically. A pool rested at the far end, gingerly disrupted by a waterfall a few feet above. This part of the Jungle had been Dumu's home since he was 3. Supple grass under paw made it simply a pleasure to walk upon. The air was clean and still, and perfumed with the subtle aroma of fresh leaves and unpoluted water. Shade during the hot days that struck during the Tessera season, and a beautiful view of the stars above made this a spectacular spot, without question. A handful had spent a day or two, occasionally, here. Normally, unwilling to open this to a stranger, Dumu would have guarded it well. He disliked the thought of his humble abode being destroyed. Yet, although he didn't know this femme very well at all, he trusted that she would be better away from the danger, and one who may become distracted... Hopefully, he had done the right thing. It was unlike him to make mistakes that cost him something as dear as this. Setting foot in among the fine grass, he looked over his shoulder at her, saying, <span style='color:darkblue'>My, nuira E fyolpm's</span>.<span style='color:darkblue'> Ros E hyga shus shet toest iyoj abaji maap </span>. His eyes glimmered again; he found his way through the grass to sit next to the pool.
Her shoulders hunched in a shrug as the glanced around. Auras of blue being cast from her eyes. It was pretty. But sometimes pretty was deadly. She stayed on the boarders of this area sniffing through the air catching sents that reveal secrets to her. Nothing dangerous at the moment but she did sence something further on. She ignored it thinking it could be a lifethreatening choice. But shrugged this off to.
Picking a stone from the pool bed, he skipped it into the waterfall. Pleased that nothing had changed, he lied down in the grass. Dumu looked through the blades of grass back to the entrace of his home, [<span style='color:gray'>Iyo kum nuca iyojtalv us hyna haja. E py mys nemp hyf lymd iyo tsui; fhus nussajt et shus iyo uja tuva</span>]. She was not the first, also, to be overly cautious about his place. For some, the sight intimidated them. Was this the case here? Anyway, he wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. After all, what sort of host would he be? Dumu gazed into the sky. Something about him never made look as though he was relaxed. Maybe it was his formalities that never changed. Nevertheless, he was relaxed. The stars above twinkled in his eyes in a circling, bright blue, thorny ball. Dumu ran his tender fingers along one of the white stripes running past his ear.
She suppresed a glar while pondering {Iyo emtols na, E fut qots ut tuva yos shaja ut haja... } She led her four paws into him home a little further sighting a nice flat rock by the water. Paw after paw she made, perhaps pointless history in the males life. She lowerd herself on her four paws to her stumach upon the rock. The coolness felt refreshing and braught her back to reality. She bacame a little tense and more abservative once again. She licked across her paw for something to occupy herself with.
He looked up at her through the grass. An air of discomfort surrounded her. How could she understand what he knew? She was so stubborn on staying where she was; however, she had made her way to the rock beside him. He needn't do any more. It was up to her weather or not she stayed, well, for at least as long as the night. Around this time, beasts from the swamp and marsh lands would kill a 'dragon. She and the other were too close. The other had already come in contact with one, a small one, but one nevertheless. If Dumu could just keep her away for the night, then he would not be so apparently hasty. Resting his head again in the grass, he tried to remember what life was like when very few problems existed for him. He thought to himself, <span style='color:gray'>If only she knew</span>. He considered that maybe it was time to break this barrier between them. It may easily make them trust one another.. <span style='color:darkblue'>Ni muna et Dumu</span>.
{E'n Pausht yj Deaths ut iyo kull ep em iyoj lumdouda... } She stoped movement of her toungue and twitched her tail instead alowing it to rushly in the grass at the side of the rock. Her black wolf coat shimmed in her moan light, the royal blue specks flashing out like haze. (OOC: IM at a friends for the night ill reply tomorrow...:)
OOC: Not a problem. BIC: Pausht. An interesting name indeed. He had never been one for translating names from their original state, nor was he about to. Dumu nodded, satisfied with the introductions. As he had hoped, the whole scene was less tense for him. He gently pushed himself off the grass and sat up. Dumu calmly looked at the femme; seemingly not overly impressed by the field, she went on about her business alone.
She smirked the only way a... Well... She could. Pulling up the corner of her black lined lip across the side of her muzzle revealing some very sharp teeth although not ment to threaten right now. Her eyes dazled along with the small smile. She continued looking around her and swaying her tail through the grass.
A dewy morning arose the next day, cleaning tha air with its light mist. Dumu woke up reasonably early to talk with Thema, his sister, who had flown in from the Watani area. In the comfort of the shade provided by the gigantic trees, on the opposing side of the pond, they discussed various things. One of which was when she would return. The dew was lifting slowly from the ground and surrounding plants; the sun glowed delicately off the clouds, shafting down onto the small river by which Giesht was still resting. Trickling like it always did, the waterfall meandered a path between rocks dotting the face of it. A cooling breeze reflected upon the season. Thema left over tree top, soaring into the sun, back to Watani. Partially in a mundane manner, he relieved the bushes denoting the entrance to his home of thier lucious berries, and packed them into a quaint sack. When finally it was bulging at the seams with fresh, juicy fruit, he set it down next to the pond. Pausht hadn't awoken yet. Dumu strode over to the corner, where a pile of wood lay. He knealt down beside it, lifting the heavy logs away. Shining from underneath, Dumu hadn't used these for a long time - a few years at least. He held the largest, awkward log in his strong arms. Focusing on the item beneath, it rattled and glided into the air; then, freezing it on place, Dumu set the log down against the others. With one hand he grasped the handle, swinging it down to his side; after wielding it for a bit, he sheathed it in a dark leather casing, adorned with the most elegantly designed, crystal encrusted dragons set in its solid surface. He tightened up the opal strings, and clasped the onyx latch across the top, sealing his airloome; to be untouched by unwelcome hands, nor viewed by overly-curious eyes. The sun was now brighter than it was about 15 minutes ago; easing into the heavens above, radiating down over the field. Dumu glanced over at Pausht, strewn across the flattened rock... Coincidence how she picked that rock to relax on... The history was quite something...
She arose with a yawn her toungue reaching out in sync with her paws, our in front of her nice and sitff realiving tension built up from the nights dreams. She twitched her ears around along with her nose reminding herself were she was. Ariseing to her feet her eyes, now even more ablaze, caught a dark shaded spot. Her paws padded her over to this area and she stodd there delicatly yet with strength. Her tummy rumbled but only in her ears. She would have to hunt soon.
His ears pricked up when she yawned, consequently hiding his treasure from whence it had come. Noticing she had already found herself one of the more cooler shaded parts, he came out from the seemingly unimportant corner, walking to the edge of his pond. The lingering mist washed over him as he moved, almost deliberatley parting the way. Dumu picked up the sack, tightened it with the familiar opal strings, and slung the arm strap around his shoulder, swinging it around his middle. <span style='color:darkblue'>Dyyp medhs jats</span>? He asked, walking up to her from behind. Dumu reached one hand back and pulled the sack down a little further, so that it rested on the base of his spine. Dumu peered out the side of his eye towards the corner, feeling that he should go uncover and use once again his prize. Maybe to carry it with him like he once did. But, no; to do so would portray the wrong message to Pausht. He didn't want to be seen as a brute of some form; instead an hospitable young man going out of his way to make available accomadation. Maybe he had done so. It wasn't overly and persuasively clear that she had appreciated his efforts. Nevertheless, what was apparent was that she had stayed over night. And, not to mention, looked as if she was indeed making herself at home, which was perfectly fine with Dumu. <span style='color:darkblue'>Et shaja umishemd E kum das iyo us ull</span>? Hmm, his Ramathian wasn't that bad, for someone who said he can't speak it fluently. He smiled on one side.
She sences a form of comfort in the males voice with the language and got a tinge of curiosity. She rememberd him having trouble grasping the fact that she only spoke it an dnow he seemed purfactly fluent. It make the female a lil suspicous but not enough to act on it. {Iat, u dyyp medhst tlaag ros my En em maap yv myshemd. } Replying in her head, she kept the same pose ears high tail still standing on her strong relaxed paws.
Dumu tilted his head a little, retaining his soft gaze. He smiled yet again to himself, and speaking in an even more soothing tone, he said, <span style='color:darkblue'>Fyolp iyo leca sy tsui haja, sham</span>? He gestured towards the ground. Continuing, <span style='color:darkblue'>E'll dy ump khakc ym sha doi fhy fut fesh iyo aujleaj</span>. Dumu stepped back and headed to the entrance. He stopped just before leaving. Dumu reached his hand back over his strong shoulder, undid the cord, and pulled out a reasonable amount of fruit, which he placed in a mound on a low hanging branch of a tree; low enough so that Giesht could reach it comfortably. Then, redoing the cord, he set down the path back to the other. He suspected that the guy would still be there. Dumu had second thoughts running through his head, about leaving his recovered 'tools'. Yet, he trusted that she wouldn't be that curious to start looking around his place. If she did, however, would it matter as long as she didn't hurt herself? But what if she knew how to use it properly? Would she take it? All these ran along his mind a few times, but that's what happens when you desire to protect something so much. The well-built, navy blue 'dragon shook it off, thinking it rediculous...
Stay here again? She wouldn't, but she didn't say anything. knowing he hadn't wanderd off far she made her move quickly. Purhaps she would return later to visit. Right now she needed food her stumach was begning to rumble noticably and if he noticed he would try and feed her his precouse fruit. She only ate meet he would think she was a beast. She lifted on her fours and trotted off silently undetected. A few hundred paces into the wood of the jungle her ears twitched to the sounds of other paw prints and she emidiatly dropped to the ground undetected once again and without noise. What she herd soon came into sight, white in a jungle tends to be noticable you would think the Exowauls would evolve out of such colours. She noticed it was just a lone baby and would take advantage of it. She let out a low howl knowing the baby would find it familiar As expected the pups curiosity got the best of it, and not being able to see what made the sound it begain comming over, sniffing. The sniffing wasn't planed and the fem cursed herself in her mind. She had to make a move. She lept up and over landing on the young Exowauls, by more luck then she liked to count on. She cursed herself again more harshly. Least she had a meal. She gaped her jaws over the young things through and clamed down preventing noise and air from ascaping till the young creature stopped twitching and blood gushed frm the body. She looked proudly, a good size, a good hunt. She carried the limp bloody mess from the area incase the mother or father was there, the sent of the youngin would soon by only death so any other of it's species wouldn't fallow far. She settled down with the body between her front paws and dug in, ripping and tearing meet swollowing the large junks after only a few chews. The blood stood out amust her black fur almost as radient as the blue flicks. Blood stained all across her muzzle and teeth.
The sack swayed from side to side as he walked down the path; pushing aside the random branch. Light tried to flood down onto the ground, but no matter how strong it got, little penetrated the canopy. Thusly, the air was cleaer and considerably cooler again. Dumu's dark navy blue fur hardly moved in accordance with his walking, remaining stubborn in retaining its original appearance. His ears sat comfotably on the sides of the crown of his head. Dumu was methodical and purposful, knowing every inch of the land. When, finally, he neared a set of thick leaves, playing host upon lucious, fulfilled bushes, he stemmed one arm out. He grabbed a grouping of twigs and branches hiding intertwined among others, and, leaning back to counter balance the resistance, eased open a gap in their formation. The thought never really crossed his mind, but, to anyone else with more of a free, yet equally warped sense of humour, they would have laughed, as the manner in which Dumu opened resembled that of a heavy, wrought iron gate. Now, for the first time in a few minutes, the gleeming sun rayed over his silky fur, illuminating his presence. He remembered clearly the other male resting in the trees the night before. Dumu wondered if he'd still be there... EDIT: <span style='color:red'>THIS IS MY 100th POST! TIME TO CELEBRATE!</span>
She continued devouring the corpse finally crunching down on the bones. With her teeth graced on a bone she pulled it away from the half eatin corps setting it aside. She then proceded to dig. The ground gave away easily and nicely, she picked the corpse up setting it in the whole and barrying it, then marked as her own. Picking up the bone she layed down with it between her to front teeth. She chewed the bone, her muoth watering for the delicious marrow hidden in the core.
Lukhan woke up to the suns rays warming him. "Mom, just 5 more minutes...WOAH." He said, rolling over and falling out of the tree.
A thud on the ground made Dumu's ears prick up. In the not so far distance, a couple of trees swayed; disturbed. He made his way down the path he had initially encountered Pausht, then, turning slightly left, he saw that the male was lying on the ground, somewhat disgruntled and bemused. The male looked the tough sort, perhaps the sort who wouldn't want help to get up from a fall. Dumu sat back against a mossy mound. He was capable of approaching someone so quietly; he'd be a ghost, unless they had been trained like he had. He did so in this case, so as not to startle the 'dragon. Long ebony fur blew in front of his eyes, partially obscuring his vision. He waited for a moment before he could sense the 'dragon was beginning to stir. Dumu got the feeling that this male was still asleep, but how - he didn't know. How could anyone sleep so long into the day? Was it difficult, seeing as how he was reasonably high in the trees, to feel the warmth of the glorious sun beat down on his fur? Dumu accepted that not everyone had it so well off as he did. Stress could very well be a major part in this guy's life. Generally, that would be a good reason to rest for so long. The sack retained its stability even though it was being pressed up against the solid mound. Dumu was confident it would keep its shape, and protect the precious fruit he had picked. <span style='color:gray'>Maybe later</span>, he thought to himself, <span style='color:gray'>I'll go and get some meat</span>. Dumu sighed <span style='color:gray'>This is just breakfast</span>, <span style='color:gray'>it won't steady their stomachs for long</span>. Mutely, he sighed again. This meant he would have to hunt something. He wasn't much for killing in cold blood. He had always found a way around that; that was for him and Thema, though, not for two complete strangers who had decided to stay. Dumu began to think... Maybe it was possible to have some of his 'friends' relinquish their trophies. Hundreds of thoughts crossed his mind the short time he stood near the 'dragon lying on the ground. With one flick of his head, the hair that played upon his face with the wind, was whipped smoothly back in place, sitting obediently amidst the flowing mane, practically melding among the rest.
