[ooc]Tessera 35th, 81383 When: Mid Afternoon Where: Vivuli Jungle (which doesnt seem to exist?) Who: Temrin Sanjem and Denizen Amsesi MATURE FOR SWEARING -will check it over for grammatical errors later. homework now-[/ooc][/b] It had been a long trek from that onerous home. Not that it could be called much of a home to a lot of the 'dragon standards, but it was home to the inhabitants at least. The forest area thickened so densely only a short distance from the entrance that finding your way to and from the cave could be a bit difficult, if you didn't take that trek every day or so. The sun was high and warm, but under the dense canopy of the Vivuli jungle, it was shady, cool, but still a little humid to breath. a variety of animals and insects' sounded throughout, creating a calming orchestra of nature's music. As much as the walk was supposed to be calming, with all the ailments on the strolling vamp'dragons mind, she hardly noticed. Her thoughts were in turmoil, rolling over each other fighting for recognition. She needed time away, time away from all the drama, and as much as she hated to even think about it, time away from her love. Life at the cave had been going well for a while. that was until unwanted events started happening. She had been perused and spied on by an assassin for hire, what are the odds? Their family, well, close friends had been having problems, some giving birth, an old love had returned, only to cause a short burst of drama, and the most recent happening... Her mate, herself, a close friend, and that friends little sister, has witnessed her mates little sister explode. Yes, you heard it right, explode. She had saved the lot of them, but in turn lost her life. It had been seasons since then, Kailea, who had been best friend of the poor girl, was fairing better then a full grown 'dragon. Then again, that 'dragon was sibling with the diseased, but he refused to even try to move on, to accept what had happened. Even with as much caring, love, and comfort that the wandering vamp'dragon could possibly muster, he still would not show a glimpse of the 'dragon he once was. She missed him dearly. At least, who he used to be. He had been a gentle, caring 'dragon. With enough silly antics to make her worn heart melt and feel such joy. Her scars disappeared in her eyes when she was with him, he made her feel whole and unbroken. He always wore a smile and bounced around like an idiot just to make people smile. He love to make cookies and decorate them in anyways he could. He was a master at cheering people up. The smile she wore on her face disappeared as she continued her thoughts, I guess its his turn to be cheered up... except nothing i do does anything... She growled and continued her pace with vigor. All i can do to save my own sanity is to let him go off and take out his aggression. Its better to let him take it out on things that wont cause him trouble then let him roam around 'dragons he can hurt. She scowled at herself. That wasn't right to say because she meant away from her and their friends especially whom he'd barraged with angered accusements, and sometimes physical emotional break downs. Her arms still ached from that morning when she had tried to stop him from going out and taking his aggression out on the nature around them. He had tussled with her and yelled at her as he jerked away so hard she could feel her muscles give. She regretted even trying to stop him. he's blinded by his anger that he cant even see when someones trying to help, then what good is helping when even my love cant get through to him... She stepped out into a clearing of sorts. It was a large area, probably the size of Janardens welcoming grounds that lead to the magnificent main entrance. Closer to the other side, the ground seemed to mound and two large low hanging branched trees that hung all the way to the ground like cords of braided moss. The darkness underneath the trees wasnt at all welcoming but that's what Temrin liked: Secluded silence. she would normally -feel- her surroundings for creatures larger then the normal wildlife to see if anyone was around to know of her secret but today she had other things on her mind. she took a quick scan of her surrounding with only her eyes and pulled back the limbs of the trees. It was hardly a switch in scenery from the outside to the inside other then the darkness, but she was a creature of darkness and it didn't bother her, nor impair her vision. As the mound in the earth rose up to meet the base of the trees, in the middle, the ground had been carved down to form a path around a dirt covered metal door. She sighed with relief and cracked it open. the air was a tad stiffly inside but it was to be expected as she hadn't put in a more efficient ventilation system. But she had worked hard, with her own hands to construct this place. She had gone and worked for various people to either gain the money or supplies she needed to put it all together. Digging supplies, supports, strong metal pieces for the design and structure, and wall structures to make it look a lot less like an underground hole. Upon entering, it looked like you had walked into a lab in a science building. A decent size, a large classroom almost. The trees had posed a bit of a problem, but her elemental kenisis, and a lot focus and time, she had redirected the roots to still keep the trees up, and support the walls without the threat of collapse. Earth elements were not her strong point, air and water were her more prominent skills, but with a little research she was capable after months of sitting around like a stone, stringing her connection to Fronima through her to the tree to slowly but surely, move it to her needs without killing it. Many a night she had gone home to accusing glances from her mate, Rluknyym, about where she had been. She avoided it every time and told him that if he wasn't going to let her help, or even tell him where he went during the day, then she didn't need to either. Not that his tracks weren't easy to read. When a person is angry they tend to forget to cover themselves or walk lightly. you could also see claw and sword marks in the rocks and trees. (not to mention some felled trees as well) From habit, Temrin reached up to a switch and flicked it on, grinning that she was able to commandeer a few sun powered generators to give electricity. One had been badly damaged and outdated. She had found it in someone Else's trash and had taken it home, with a smile on her face and had fixed it up, polished it, and tested it until it purred as well as if it were brand new. She felt accomplished every time since then, that she could have light and working appliances and machinery underground. She had to make sure to check the sun panels she had neatly hidden amongst the tree limbs for over growth and any wildlife problems that might have occurred. It was a pain but it was worth the trouble. She hadn't been wearing much when she had left her home, a dark velvet purple thick strapped tank top and a pair of her favorite pants: black layered cotton pants with large pockets and baggy pant legs with red designs to offset the black. The top of her pockets, the belt loops and the fabric lining the top of her pants, as well as a 3 inch fold at the bottom of her pant lets were a red that matched her markings. They were comfortable and breezy, but were a wilderness hazard due to the usually chains and buckles that adorned them. She had made sure to unclip the chains and left them at home and had done up the buckles well to reduce the chance of them getting caught on anything. Grabbing a while lab coat she had been allowed to take from one of the Janarden science labs off the hook beside the door, she pulled it over her and began her routine checks. Generators are running at 100% - Check All lights and outlets are functioning - Check Clean surfaces - Check Everything is in order on the shelves and holding units - Check Safety Equipment - Check "Alright. Time to get to work!" She stated as her fur bristled with excitement. She tied up her bright gray blue hair behind her red rimmed black ears and adorned her rarely worn glasses over her ice blue eyes. In a mirror it looked amusing to wear glasses because from her eyebrow to the rim just under each eye, was a red marking that rimmed her glasses a second time and looked as if she wore two sets of glasses. The glasses always had the habit of falling down her long muzzle to sit just before her nose, where two other red curved triangle markings flowed from the curved off the top of her muzzle following the curve of her snout. She would constantly be pushing them up to the stop of her muzzle with her marked red fingers. Her foot paws dragged in some of the dirt from outside as she doesn't enjoy wearing shoes. Wiggling her red toes she tried to get as much of the outside off at the door before going into the lab. As she grabbed some of her tools and her current project from a few different cabinets and drawers and placed them on the tabled, she pulled a tattered stool closer as she lifted her red striped tail to sit down and scooted closer to the table. Work had begun. -Some hours later- *KABOOM!* The earth shook around the clearing as something seemed to erupt from below. Temrin found herself on the floor with a seered paw and a few burnt whiskers. She got up and dusted herself off to look at the work table. She gritted her teeth at what she saw. She had been working on a modification to her personal gun that would harness some power from Fronima to create a more powerful shot with longer range; without having to construct more parts that would make the weapon to heavy and luggy. She had everything worked out. It was fool proof. But as she used herself as a catalyst to harness the power of their after world, as she had done time and time again just in every day usage of their magical power, something had gone wrong. She had felt an interference. Almost as if Fronima was pulling back and refusing her access right in the middle of the experiment. It had never happened before like that, but she had felt the powers of fronima fluctuating in small doses lately. It was weird, almost like fronima was at a unrestfull state. Like it was angry or panicking. Temrin shook her head and could feel her own anger rising. She hadn't eaten since she had woken that morning. Not even normal food, let alone the blood she needed to stop the cravings of the blood lust of vampires. Tossing her coat aside she stormed out of the lab and through the trees, clawing a few limbs of in the process. "FUCK! AUUGH!" She held her scorched paw in her other as she started to feel the pain of it. It wasn't a normal burn, it seemed to feel of the essence of fronima and she wasn't sure if her increased healing abilities would do anything to fix this. Fronima WAS their essence. Her ability to transport herself through shadows caused her 'essence' to be almost ported through Fronima in an instant. There was so many risks. you could loose limbs and internal parts if you screwed up or didn't have enough energy to do it. You could get lost in Fronima or kill yourself upon re-appearing. Her anger was getting the better of her and the pain from her paw wasn't helping. She swore a few more times and kicked the ground an anguish. "Augh this is bullshit! I almost had it! Augh!" She heard a sound from the bushes behind her and could smell living flesh and blood. Her eyes glowed red as she licked her lips and grinned wickedly. "Snack time!"
Sure, yeah. Who couldn't ignore the display of tempestuous anger that burned up the tan soil, extirpated young undergrowth with every kick of her heel and disquieting nearby mammals? 'Dusty air' swam about head level and mingled with the tawny streaks which spilled through any hiccough in the leafy coverage, sprawled out high above the Jungle floor. Twigs, rocks, leaves and small insects (foraging to survive the cold seasons) were partially bathed in auburn hotspots; like a paralysed ocean of gold on the gritty ground, only some things bore the tide-mark of the sun's light. From beneath grey-blue jeans, earthen brown fur oh-so gently pressed into the loose soil, creating smoothly rounded craters all about the cream-crested paw. Stuffed into his back right pocket, alert fingers squeezed together to silence the Khasi; he would not be betrayed. It didn't matter much. Denizen could easily have popped off to Janardan to see Shanu again. Her work load has kept her quite busy from what he knew, and she was going out more and more often. He was ready to go: new jeans, dark grey t-shirt and an unzipped black jacket with a white Ramathian 'A' embroidered on the reverse. It suited him really well, with his own new colours, yet he was a curious creature who left his metallic cream-white eyes to peer between a tight gap in the trees and bushes. If 2 and 2 were 4, then the explosion earlier probably went hand in hand with the loud 'dragon he'd heard earlier. It seemed, however, he wasn't the only curious soul. A single act of kindness many years prior meant a Dakesto would try to follow him around everywhere. Denizen wasn't that attached to the not-so-little fuzz ball; Shanu had wanted to name it, but - and perhaps it was due to a shade of fear - Denizen didn't want to be attached to it. But it persisted, and crept up to the 'front line' like an amateur hunter supporting Pack Leader Amsési. The golden-brown mammal had been a sort of reliable friend, however it definitely knew Shanu was more understanding. There was a distinct air of separation between the Dakesto and Denizen - a form of strict, primitive discipline or understanding. Both could tolerate each other's company for periods of time... Inexplicably, though - since the skies had turned unpredictable - Denizen was paradoxically developing a sense of illiberality for the animal. It seemed the lines between "comfort" and "tolerate" were blurring. He brushed the short hair on the bridge of the Dak's muzzle between its eyes with his thumb and rested the palm of his hand between its ears - his fingers curled around its skull almost fully enveloping the little thing's entire head. Beady brown buttons for eyes weren't entirely sure why Denizen had stepped over their strict line of understanding but welcomed it nonetheless. The Dak's back arched and pushed its head into his hand a little more then sank down once more. Overwrought critters scarpered. A flash of red-splashed black closely trudged heavily past, causing Denizen himself to sink back in his posture. He lifted his hand from his short-haired companion; in an instant, the fuzz ball was off, tracking the Thill's line on the other side of them. Denizen seized the moment to deftly clamber into one of the more broad trees to get a better idea of who she was and what she was about - but if the language was anything to go by he'd probably not stick around too long and leave her to her own devices - provided she didn't burn the area down! The Senior Amsési was only a couple dozen feet off the ground, easily within the range of senses, but he just wanted a quick look - and what a look it was. The Thill was exhibiting extraordinary signs of anger. Not even Shanu got that agitated when her 'friend' came around. But he had once seen his sister get very angry, which she herself put down to being Dhampiric - or half Vampire. It was too easy an assumption, but it was the closest to which Denizen could liken the attitude - or perhaps the uncontrollable nature of the attitude. It wasn't so much this Thill was hopping mad or seemingly desperate to inflict some kind of collateral damage, it was just the intense air he could sense which struck a similar chord. Yet for all that he was still of the same mind: he could pop off at a moment's notice and probably not miss a thing. Having gotten the look and mindful of the money in his pocket, the cream-crested 'dragon slipped down as silently as he could onto the beaten track, more squarely behind the infuriated Thill - putting some obstructions between himself and herself. A little voice in his head wanted to know what was going on, no matter how illogical it seemed. Shanu wasn't waiting on him, per se, so there wasn't an urgency. He tucked his tail in close to his side and put the zip of his jacket together to keep it from clicking against itself as he moved 'from cover to cover' - just less military. A leathery cream nose balconied by a short Mohawk, tipped with cream, preceded a curious stare from behind the warped, dead wooden husk. He frowned sharply. But not at the Thill. Metallic eyes slide to his tail. The large flame flickered. Suddenly feeling thickly sick his vision took on (what can only be described as) a salt and pepper look; everything started 'desaturating' and becoming grainy. Denizen abruptly lost oxygen to his head as pressure swelled behind his eyes. Claws roughly dug into the dead memorial of his past - the tree by which Shanu was found when she was tiny. Peculiarly, as fast as the discomfort came it was gone once more. His tail flame, too, returned to its original intensity. Short hair waved sharply side to side as the cream-crested 'dragon shook off the feeling. In that moment, he'd heard the loud shout from the Thill. "That Dak!" The Dakesto shrunk to the floor in fear, its ears pinned to the nape of its neck. It'd given its position away and was now lunch meat. Denizen ripped his paws'n'claws from the bark of the tree and immediately copped hold of a rock with a quick scooping action. On a wing and a prayer Denizen spun, raised one hand to aim and pelted the rock in the black Thill's general direction. Miss, hit, which ever; enough to hopefully give that Dak a moment to put some distance between itself and the Thill. If the animal was lunch meat, Shanu would never let him live it down; then pinned himself to the ground in the same way a hunter would wait out the prey - Acutely alert. Silent.
