<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:purple'>Out of Character</span></span> 2nd Dyo 81378 (4) <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:purple'>In Character</span></span></span> Lanky tree branches clouded his view, hanging ominously against a starry night sky. It was beginning to get colder out but no one seemed to care, especially not Kimekul. He was certainly not one to complain anyhow, especially about something so controversial...i.e the weather. Who the hell cared about Ramath's temperature at a time like this? There were many matters of importancy that needed to be dealt with, including star watching. This had to be one of Kime's favorite hobbies despite its rather 'nerdy' appeal. No one actually made fun of the pendragon but deep within their minds he knew trouble was stirring. Though Kimekul didn't really care about what other people thought about him, he only cared about himself...which was both good and bad. Good because this meant Kime wasn't injured by other's insults...and bad because, well, it made him look a bit self-absorbed. But that, without a doubt, was true. Try as he may to accept it Kimekul knew this was a downright fact. No one happened to be juding him though, right? He could do things on his own accord, right? Everything was just blue skies and green grass in Kimekul world, wasn't it? Wrong. Muscular limbs carried the great beast onward, his callused pads screaming in agony at every determined footstep. Kimekul had endured much more pain...so why even dwell on the thought? Good question. Bi-colored orbs glinted faintly in the moonlight, emotionless pupils taking on a rare roundish shape. Hm, nothing fascinating going on here...that much was for sure. Grunting, Kimekul passed onwards, his dove-like wings rustling momentarily against the wind. Perhaps he should take flight and enjoy the evening's serenity at his advantage....for it was the perfect time to do so. But, being the ignorant and stubborn swine that Kime was, he decided against this thoughtful cheer. Why do you have to be such a party pooper? One's mind has the ability to go to great extents... "Just....because..." Was Kimekul's only answer, optics shifting uneasily within darkness' coverting veil. Well now, this seemed to be some adventure...didn't it? Sighing, the pendragon settled himself ruefully atop a great boulder while he contemplated his meaningless thoughts. Well, here I am...with nothing to do... Wrapping a long, furry tail around his shivering flank Kimekul gazed thoughtfully up at the moon, its astounding radiance shining regally down upon Ramath-Lehi's inhabitants. Why must I be so alone?
The awkward pallid colour of her eyes scanned her surroundings...the child, with her unusual appearance, lay spread completely out in the grass, her massive wings stretched out in extent. Pup's dark, midnight black fur coordinated beautifully with the black skies above her, and he soft, downy pup fur radiated with the darkest of eternal lights... Upon hearing the approach of another, (or rather, his breathing, the breath of a male, in pondering of such things she could not be bothered with) she lifted her soft baby head and pitched her large, batlike ears forward. The sound was not far now...she had heard him quite some time ago, but had not bothered to care, for he was far off and was not a threat. However, at his approach, she shuddered at his aura as it was drenched with arrogance, and she did not make any attempt at approaching him, although he did not seem the sort be be violent, or rather, violent for no reason. Thus she crouched, being quite still, but sending him subtle signals as to her presence, for perhaps, should he stumble upon her, she would be less a burden on him and more a curiosity. Rustling the grass with her great swiping tail, she softly created out of place noises that brought a curious sound to the unassuming ear.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:purple'>Out of Character</span></span></span> -- <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:purple'>In Character</span></span></span> His cranium swiveled, dark bi-colored orbs scanning out the horizon suspiciously. Kimekul could have sworn he heard a faint sound somewhere nearby, almost like a calling. It was not familiar, but still, something seemed to be lurking about. Kime began to shuffle his wings again, carefully smoothing down a stray feather. Perhaps this stranger happened to be a stray piece of prey...out and about on a cool Dyo's eve? Or maybe, it had some sort of business here... One inaudible growl was let forth, a menacing grumble deeply bubbling within dark bowels. Kimekul didn't like company and he wasn't about to let some stupid animal ruin his calm night out. With a dismissive shake he proceeded onwards, trying to ignore the prickly feeling of being watched that sent shivers down his spine. Finally, as if on instinct, Kimekul swiveled around, a heart of sudden fear beating harshly against his chest. Cautiously the male pendragon padded fowards, snout dropped covertly...suspiciously. <span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:purple'>"I have no time for games...so show yourself now while you still can,"</span></span> A voice of feigned honey was emitted, vowels striking the air with a surprisingly violent force. Kimekul didn't take kindly to stalkers... No, indeed...
The pup, shocked by the harshness in the male's voice, sat erect, with bat ears pitched forward. So beautiful the picture was, for this pup was of perfect oddity that made her undeniably beautiful. The grass was tall, and as she sat up, the look of shock and wonder on her visage was admirable, but sad. As the grass covered her body one could only see her face, and it peered cowardly from the tall tips of weeds. The intense black of her fur was quite a surprise to the eye. It was uncommon for her colouration to be seen, as it were, on a pendragon. For there are a good many black pendragons, but she, she was different...of no other colour, no markings, no brands, scars, tatoos...the only conflicting colouration was the contrasting, ever shifting blue of her eyes and the white of her surprisingly sharp teeth. As she looked at the caller of her presence, the look of hurt was quite astounding. She, being the extremely telepathic as she was, had felt this heavy aggression but was always surprised to see it. And she was afraid, for she had no other defense...the mind was the card she was delt, and she played her hand like a master of the aces. However, too frightened to make any move into his mind, to hypnotise his senses, to weaken him mentally, she just stood there, like a doe in the headlights, and gave him a fearfull look. Suddenly, in a burst of repressed anger, she beared her teeth in defiance and laid back her bat ears, and the soft, pale colouration of her eyes were now a dark, rich, oceanic blue. The feeling that she gave him, however, was not one of hostility...and without the slightest change of semblance, she begged him to let her go, to not harm her...a strange contradiction for one not familiar with the likes of her. For her appearence was so obviously hostile but her emotions played in his mind, dancing sweet numbers of her good will.
