Be Prepared for Anything

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td> Hehe, alrighty. ^_^ </td></tr></table>


<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Vematta, a 'dragon always with his wits about him walked through this musky jungle. With it's thick air he found it a little hard to breathe. Either way he pressed on. With every idea why he was here but no idea why he even thought about taking this path he found himself at the edge of a deeper ravine. This ridge he stood on, was pretty high above the forest below.

He almost let his jaw drop at the sight, but kept it as it was just adoring the gaping ridge. With a slight bustle in the bushes next to him, a couple yards away, he noticed another 'dragon dressed quite tribally. He had noticed Ramethius but didn't give him a second thought, and he knew what this dragon was doing. Yet he had no intention of stopping him.

An arrow flew, then the dragon finnaly noticed the existance of Vem. Raising his bow to Vematta, Vem just stood there. Another arrow flew, this time at him. With a flick of his wrist he had simply knocked the arrow from it's flight, and before the 'dragon knew what was going on. Vematta was at his throat. He held this dragon above the very steep drop, and whispered something in tongue. What it was didn't matter, because the dragon didn't understand... It just sounded threatening. It was something you'd expect from someone like Vematta. Something you couldn't imagine until you had heard it... Yet. The dragon still didn't understand. Vem turned and set him down. With a sharp glare from Vem, the younger looking dragon ran off.

Vematta now turned his attention back to the jungle below, wondering what had become of Ramethius, the 'dragon that had looked so out of place... </span></span>

 

OOC:thanks again ^^

Who: Los

The sun radiated above the trees as the clouds floated in the sky. A gentle breeze blew through the land and caressed against the dark fur of a drowsy Los. He relished in the cool breeze as he sat against the foot of a strong old tree. Feeling sleepy, he merely sat, and listened with massive ears, to all the motions and activities around him. The avians where flying, the amphibians where swimming, the ... his ears perked up, something was off.

His eyes shot open immediately. This was his relaxation time, he did not need the continuously annoying antics of society ribbing his ears. He focused on the creatures of the sky, calling them for assistance; he, almost immediately was replied. There was a screech and then silence as through the top of the trees a copper toned, hawk like bird promptly sat upon his arm. He closed his eyes for a second then placed his hand upon the birds for head and looked deeply into its eyes.

"search for me, and tell what upsets the quiet of this place,"
he whispered mentally to the trisk, continuing his gaze into its solid black eyes. The bird sat mesmerized by the pendragon, but almost immediately it broke from its trance when his words where finished. then The bird made an almost nodding motion before leaping and taking to the sky once again.

The trisk returned moments later, and once again sat itself upon his forearm.
" A 'dragon near a ridge watches another, who is unaware of the danger heÂ’s in. the one on the ridge bares a weapon, a projectile, no doubt of his intent of usage is to kill."

"a projectile,"
he thought to himself. That must have been the awkward sound that displeased him so. Los took in a deep breath. This was a peculiar situation. He had no true knowledge of the situation perhaps the murder was justifiable. But then again, if it weren't then the 'dragon below could be in serious trouble.

He muttered a silent word of thanks to the bird, and it took off to resume its daily activities.

Los stood, brushing himself off, he'd go to observe, and if the target was proven innocent, then he's eliminate the weapon barer. he stood silently, focusing hard on his legs. He twitched at the pain within him. He could feel his muscles altering, but it would be only a second longer. The pain grew to a sudden halt and he knew he was ready.
"wise trees of the forest, guide me through my blindness " he murmured to the forest, and with that, darted off towards the scene.

He ran as swiftly as he could, roots and trees moving to his will as to not obstruct his path.
Los may have been blind in the sun, but when in a forest, it was of no matter to him. The woods were “his" domain. Suddenly, he heard the scurrying of feet; he halted immediately. Someone was coming. He ducked behind a tree, as to avert being spotted. Sure enough, the scurrying of feet could be heard drawing nearer. It was a sort of panicked run; you could tell by the stumbling and speed in the steps. Then just as the ‘dragon passed by him, Los flicked his fingers at a nearby branch, which immediately swung down and knocked the wind out of the already frightened ‘dragon. Flicking his finger at the roots now they began to wrap themselves around the new captive into a sort of cocoon until only his head was uncovered. Los stood from his hiding place; time for some interrogation.

“ Where you in possession of a projectile? "
Los asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.

“ Was, in possession, " the ‘dragon grunted, trying to escape from his restraints.

Los thought to himself. If this man, was the one holding the weapon, and the other ‘dragon was oblivious, then why had this ‘dragon been fleeing so panicked? The captive ‘dragon must have sensed Los’s puzzlement, for after grunting a couple more times he muttered
“ some kinda demon attacked me… blocked my arrow at point blank!! If you have any brains in that head you’ll stay away from that guy."
The ‘dragons’ voice had become filled with a considerable amount of fear after that last sentence. Los walked off the restraining roots, curiosity now plaguing him. He was about to continue his course for the ridge when the ‘dragon cried out in frustration.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to let me go?"

Los looked back at the dragon, ears and mind now acting as a judge.
He hesitated for a moment then asked

“why where you going to kill the other ‘dragon?" he asked calmly.

“ That guy? He was on my turf, I don’t like it when people trespass…without paying a toll that is," the ‘dragon replied.

Los just did not respond to this. The only word that hung in his ears was, “guilty". He snapped his fingers again, and the roots began to tighten. Then more roots shot themselves out of the ground and promptly wrapped themselves around the entirety of his head, muffling the screams. Then there was a cluster of cracking noises, and the roots dragged the body back with them, underground.

Continuing his course, Los ran with a bit more silence to his step. The trees told him the ridge was near, and quietly he came to a halt. He could not see the so called demon, but he could smell him, and it was foul. Something was definitely unnatural about this dragon; Los hated it. But to act now, while blind would be foolish, diplomacy, would probably be more useful here. For now though, he thought, quietly hiding behind another tree; he would wait, and see how this new threat, would act.

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td> Meh, if they'd like to join I don't mind at all. ^_^ </td></tr></table>


<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Vematta turned and started back about his business. Making his way slowly through the brush not as an escape, just paying Ramethius no mind.

He moved aside the bushes, and dawned his hood again as it had fallen down in the brief confrontation. <span style='color:crimson'> Damned natives...</span></span></span>

 

His nostrils flared as he silently stalked the hooded figure. it was hard to keep up, as he carefully stepped between branches and leaves as to not make a noise. again he hid behind a tree, he could now here two sets of steps. He listened in as Ramethius gave Vemetta a mouthful of talk back.

" That new voice must be the one in danger of which the trisk spoke,"
Los thought to himself. It didn't seem as if the 'dragon had been harmed; he was thankful. But his concern continued as he focused on Vemetta; Something was off about that guy, he just wasn't sure what.

He began to climb, slowly making his way higher into the tree, determined to stay unseen. he stepped on a branch to lift himself higher and there was a large snap. There was a plummeting feeling as the branch he was grasping gave way. He dropped a couple of feet but he managed to grab another branch before he fell any great distance. He let out a sigh of relief, but it was short lived as the branch fell to the ground with a noticeable crash.

"I'm sorry dear tree, i shall heal your sorrows later," he muttered as he hung over the other two 'dragon. This was not good, he'd be most likely spotted now...the jig was up.

 

<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Vematta glanced at Los as he fell from his tree. Then turned and looked Ram up and down. Though he sounded a bit foolish, he still regarded him with respect. <span style='color:crimson'> "You're out here in this jungle. You had to have known there'd be danger, Besides. You were on his turf." </span> He gave a slight wink with his crimson eyes, and turned back to the way he was going. The light shined in his eye, so he winced a bit. Only to continue on his path through the brush.

He chuckled slightly at the thought of trees having feelings. But he thought they must for that 'dragon to be talking to them so fondly. It didn't seem too far from belief. Though he didn't care to learn of it. He had business to attend to... </span></span>

 

Los hung in the trees, unsure of what to do. The one smelling of abnormality had chuckled slightly, Los was unsure why, but it reeked of insult. Los smiled slightly at the words of the other, it was nice to know he had an appreciation for nature. He nodded in appreciation towards Ram, but said nothing as he hung over their heads.

he grabbed the branch with both hands now, and began to swing his torso back and forth. the branch began to bend and bounce in a circular motion as he generated more momentum. then with a swing over the branch he let go and flew into the air with a well coordinated flip. He fell to the ground gracefully, performing a series of flips and turns to avoid the other branches. Again, he may have been blind, but the forest was "his" ground.

There was a soft thud, and the ground lightly vibrated as he nailed his landing between the two; his cape falling dramatically around him. His knees burned like fire as he tried to stand up, but he payed it no mind and acted as if nothing happened as he rearranged the shattered bones of his leg. He had long since killed his pain receptors...for the better of course.

He smiled gently towards both of them, though his eyes, had a slight hint of warning behind them as he looked at Vematta. He didn't know if Ram could defend himself, but he wasn't about to leave him alone with Vem either.

Los walked out from between the two and spoke calmly, though cautiously.

"Turf? you do realize that the forest is property to none don't you?" he said, taking a late jab a Vemattas words.

"In fact, the entirety of this planet is no ones property, but now is not the time for debate. He is right though, it was ignorant of you to wander here of all places, unprepared.

But regardless," he continued; a sense of authority ringing in his voice
"You both seem to be out of place, and seeing as how you've both interrupted my sleep cycle, I'd appreciate knowing what purpose you both have being here?...you especially,"
he finished pointing a finger at Vematta diligently. He was sorry to have sounded so rude to Ram, but it was hard to address both at once. He wanted answers, and he was (having his sleep cycle interrupted and all) in no mood for argument.

 

<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Vematta kept walking as if the arden hadn't said anything at all. But still he gave a response as he proceded. Almost out of earshot, he raised his voice. <span style='color:crimson'> "Simply passing through, maybe do a bit of plant picking. And besides, I've survived this long. I don't see why I couldn't handle any situation I seem to find myself in..." </span> He kept talking, more to himself now as the two could no longer hear him.

<span style='color:crimson'> "I don't much find it my duty to save the niaeve. That doesn't make me pompous does it? Defend yourself, come prepared or something... Or just die.." </span> As he walked, he noticed the trees moving. Not in or out of his way, just moving. More as a respect of Los. He had the urge to just start cutting his way through this brush, for it was getting quite annoying. But to avoid confrontation, for at least a little bit longer he resisted his urge. And payed his own respect to this nature, as little as it was. </span></span>

 

There was an obvious sense of arrogence in that last scentence Vematta had spoken. Still though Los, having better judgement said nothing. He had gotten his answer, but something was telling him that there was more to it than Vem was letting on. He put his hand to the sky and once again called the birds to his aid. Again the same trisk dove through the air, its bronze feathers shimmering in the sun. It landed itself on his shoulder this time, and called screeched once as it awaited its directions.

Once vem was out of earshot he wispered to the bird
"Help me once more young bird. follow that man, tell me of his actions at eve."

the bird nodded but pecked his lightly and did not take off. Los chuckled lightly then patted the bird on the head.

"of course, you'll be rewarded once you complete your task," he said, smiling lightly.

the bird nodded once more and jumped, taking to the sky to stalk his target.
Los then turned to face Ram, he hadn't said anything yet, but los had a feeling that Rams intentions where of no harm to him, or the inhabitants of the forest.

 

Los looked at ram as he struggled to finish his sentence. The last word had taken Ram a considerable amount of effort to produce.His eyes softened at the last word Ram had spoke. He had no recollection of his mother, she had died shortly after his birth. But his father had always fascinated him with tales of her. Los could only guess that this was something very personal to the pendragon.

"I see,"
Los said, his voice baring no emotion. Chances where that if the 'dragons mother was here, of all places, depending on the type of person she was, there was a high chance that she might be dead.

"Do you have any idea where she might be?" He questioned at last, breaking the awkward silence between them. He wanted to help Ram, an apology of sorts for not being there in time to stop the arrow. And if she was in the woods, then it would be much easier for Ram if Los where there to guide him through the terrain.

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td> Hey Pheonix, I don't mean this in any rude way at all. But there's usually an order to be followed in threads. Hehe. ^_^ It was Tox, Me, Then yourself. Not a big deal, just try and take turns eh? :) </td></tr></table>

<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Vematta had no idea about the bird, for a while. He had made it quite a distance away from the two, casually. Whilst they continued on with their conversation. With the small amount of respect he was paying to this jungle, the plants n' such payed their own back by moving out of his way the slightest bit as he moved. As so he didn't have to shove them to the side as much. He enjoyed this, it brightened his day a bit. So he almost had a smile as he pressed on through all this humidity.

Then the bird.. It had landed a little to loudly on a branch a couple trees back. Vematta looked straight at the bird. His eyes sharpened. He formed into a jaguar, and leaped with a force that made the dust and leaves behind him fly up. Then into a falcon, wings straight back, flying at a speed to where the bird didn't know what hit it. But that was it.. The bird hadn't been hit. Instead Vem was high in the air hovering. He dropped four or five feathers out of his beak now. Sending a mighty message to this bird. He shaped back into himself now. Dropping from that high up. His cape straight up dancing in the wind. He dodged the trees as to not break them. Keeping this mutual respect going, as it made things that much easier. He landed with some finesse, still with a thud though. He looked back up at the bird, which was stunned with fear now. <span style='color:crimson'> "My business is my own. Now be gone, pest. Or you'll not breathe for much longer." </span> He walked on, continuing about what he was doing. He was just about where he wanted to be. So he now started looking around, looking. For a certain plant... </span></span>

 

OOC: hmmm i read somewhere that it wasn't a turn based game, but upon re-reading the etiquette i realized it said otherwise. Sorry again, I'll stick to the pattern, and since its Toxi, kwerty, me, and you just posted, i guess i go next...again. I'll just say something brief to get things on track again.

The silence was almost inevitable, this was an awkward situation after all. Suddenly Los heard a screech of a bird, which judging by the pitch of the call, was probably the one he'd just sent out to to keep an eye on Vem. He glared in the direction of the bird, his eyes though blind, beginning to show small signs of anger. But still he stood, calming himself down slightly. he wanted to hear what Ramethius had to say, and there was there rest of the day to catch Vem...and the night.

 

<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Vematta took a slip of paper out of his pocket now. He stared at it intently. He looked up, then back at the paper again. He had found it, the plant he had been looking for. <span style='color:crimson'> Well this was suprisingly easy, he said it was deep in this jungle. </span> The plant had a certain aura to it. It was a yellow flower, in a circle of it's own. No other plants were close to this one. He bend down and admired it's beauty. With that, he plucked it. Very sharply from the ground. In a spectacle.. that wasn't as exciting as it might have been.

He simply put it in a cloth bag, and put the bag in one of his pockets. He looked around now, noticing that damned bird again. He admired it's diligence, but scoffed at it's stupidity. But he had gotten what he had come for. So he didn't care to eat the bird right now. He was in the better of moods he had been in for some time. Taking his hood down now, he glared the bird right in the eye. He watched as it flew off, but now he realized he didn't quite know where he was. Maybe the jungle was playing tricks on him, but it just looked different now. Nothing seemed quite where it was a second ago.... But he turned, he figured that if he went the same way for long enough he'd leave this jungle and it's horrid atmosphere behind. He sighed, and started walking again.</span></span>

 

Los said nothing as Ram finished explaining the possible whereabouts of his mother. It was vague information. Not even with the skills he possessed would it be an easy task. But still, this jungle had a an infamous reputation; traveling alone when being unfamiliar with the area, would be a bad move.

just then another screech broke the silence as the flapping of wings once again became audible. Los shot his head in the direction of the call again. the bird was coming. It almost missed Los barely dodging a tree as it frantically attempted to land on his forearm. Los could tell straight away that the trisk was scared. The bird was shivering, and its grip on his arm was almost enough to tare it open. Los said nothing as he softly pressed his fingers against the frightened birds' forehead.

"~ Th....th-that man, sca-scary, a f-flower, mo-mov....moving trees!!~" The stumbled speaking to Los in telepathy.

"Calm yourself young one, you are amongst friends, there is no longer a need for fear," Los spoke out loud to the bird. he softly brushed the birds feathers, and slowly the grip on his arm loosened and the shaking began to stop. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small bag and jingled it in front of the bird.
"This is the remainder of my food rations, you may have them but please tell me what you saw," he finished, jingling the bag again to be sure the birds thoughts weren't of fear. The bird snapped the bag in its beak instantly, it had forgotten of the fear it had faced. Now, once again Los put his fingers against the birds head, and this time the trisk spoke clearly.

~I followed him just as you asked, but he spotted me. The man attacked me, changed into a big beast, but I kept following. He stopped later, and there was a yellow flower that he picked. But the man stood up, and was lost...the ground is moving! the trees, everything is shifting!~

Los let his hand fall to his side, and the bird flew off for the last time.
"thank you my friend," Los called to it, "lets hope no more tragedy will befall you this day."

Vem was definitely up to something. He may not know him personally but he certainly didn't seem the type to stop and smell the roses just for the heck of it. But what of the trees shifting? he had not requested such a thing, and it would be impossible for him to do something so large as to shift a whole portion of a forest. Something else was at work this day, and he knew it smelled rotten.

He turned back to Ram who had been patiently awaiting his reply.
" I'd like to help you," Los began.
"I think you'd find me a most useful guide in this terrain. But be warned somethings a foot this day, and i have a sneaking suspicion that the man who just left us has something to do with it."