<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Ok, everybody, here it is and lets have fun with it!!! When? Tria 22, 81377, mid morning Where? The woods Who? Skywolf, kutz, A'delos Rated PG13 Language, Violence?</td></tr></table> The air was warm and humid and the birds chirped and sang gayly. Ionni Kyluu was on the ground, proped up against the tree, reading her favorite book. She had planned on having a picknick, but she was too much engrossed in her book. She was wearing a silver silk cloak, and a pair of sandals. The wind blew across her face, and she breathed in deep. A bird landed on a branch overhead and sang elegantly. <span style='color:red'>Aren't you a cute little thing..</span> She said softly. She decided to put down her book and begin eating. She layed down a cloth and set out some food. The day seemed peaceful, and she enjoyed the quietness. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Havana trudged through the small wood, her hands tucked in the pockets of her dark blue jeans, on which a silver chain dangled. On her face she wore a scowl, she hunched her shoulders and shuffled slowly, her orbs darting in their sockets to view the surroundings. Why the hell had she come here? She'd heard a rumour that other teens hung out at this place, but so far, she'd seen none. Bastard, whoever started that ridiculous stuff, she thought bitterly, kicking a pile of leaves that were coated in frost from the previous night. A dilapidated ranger's lodge was nearby, and she frowned. An unlikely hanging-out area. After a while or so, her hopes failed, so she wandered up to a large oak tree, glaring at the squirrels that bounded along the branches. Quietly she sat down, ignoring the animals' chatter above, and lowered the baseball cap on her head to cover her eyes. A voice sounded nearby, and she jumped in alarm. Aren't you a cute little thing? Ruffling her wings indignantly, she marched round the side of the tree, and saw another femme in a silver cloak, asleep under the shade of the oak. The remains of a recent picnic lay on a patterned cloth, and she frowned. "Excuse me."
He was getting a little frustrated. Not only with this freaking forest, but at himself. He'd decided to get a little break from Janardan and of all the places to go to, he'd chose Bhim. Hey, no prob there. He'd handled a fight or two at Black Market. He could even use a couple of fights to see if he still had his touch. But somehow, he'd managed to lose his way and ended up in a forest part where sunlight don't shine. He'd already fallen down into a puddle of mud and just 5 seconds ago, into a stream. Can he be anymore klutzy? Well, at least the last fall had washed him completely clean of mud and mudcake. Brushing a leaf off his baggy black pants, he moved forward. He walked on for a few minutes. His coat and clothes were starting to dry. In the near distance he could see a little bit of sunshine. Finally! A way out. He hurried on, his gray shirt ruffling as he did so. He reached the lit area and stopped. He sensed that there were other presence nearby. Taking a peep from behind one of the big trees, he noticed that there were two pendragons. Both female. One was sleeping beside picnic remains and the other was trying to awake the slumbered femme. They don't look threatening or anything so he slinked out of the shadows and started towards them. Maybe he could even ask for directions.
<span style='color:yellow'>Do you know where we are?</span> <span style='color:purple'>Yeah</span> <span style='color:yellow'>It doesn't seem like it!</span> <span style='color:purple'>Then stay here, if you want.</span> <span style='color:yellow'>I might!</span> Dyyp shouted after her shadowy companion. Dyyp dashed to catch up, her white cloak flying behind her. Abel turned around and smirked. <span style='color:purple'>Glad you decided to come along.</span> Dyyp scowled at her, leveled an open palm to Abel and sent a shock of icy air into her face. <span style='color:purple'>That was not very nice.</span> Abel said, rubbing her black cloak over her face. <span style='color:yellow'>Thats too bad. you follow me now.</span> Dyyp said with finality, turning to the left and walking along. Abel followed along, smirking at the oddity of the situation. <span style='color:purple'>Dyyp- Don't move a muscle!</span> Abel hissed to her, grabbing her by her cloak and dragging her down low toward the ground. <span style='color:yellow'>what...?</span> Dyyp whispered nervously. Abel tilted her head back and sniffed the air. <span style='color:yellow'>what is it...!?</span> she hissed at Abel. <span style='color:purple'>'dragons.</span> she muttered simply. <span style='color:yellow'>how many?</span> Dyyp inquired. Abel sniffed the air again. <span style='color:purple'>A few... maybe... two or three...</span> Abel said. <span style='color:yellow'>Think they're dangerous...?</span> She said, bringing her hands to the the ready. <span style='color:purple'>Lets wait and see.</span> she said.
Havana looked up, her brow furrowed. "Hi." she said simply, scuffing her foot lazily on a small rock. "What are you doing here? Heard a rumour?" Hearing a voice somewhere behind her, the femme glanced over her shoulder, wondering private thoughts to herself. "And who might you be?" she snapped, nodding at Dyyp/Abel, her chain swaying slightly.
There was some noise coming from the real world so Ionni left her dream and awoke. Three pendragons stood about, babbling. Ionni stood up as she rubbed her eyes. <span style='color:red'>What the hell is this, a goddamn festival?</span> She mumbled. There was a long silence. <span style='color:yellow'>Did they hear me?!</span> She cleared her throat and smirked, trying to show comfort. <span style='color:red'>Im Ionni Kyluu...and who might you all be?</span> She kept her eye on the male that stumbled into the conversation and she kept on a friendly grin. Ionni decided to pick up the remains of lunch, as she bundled the cloth into a ball and swung it over her back. She stroked her hair, and waited for someone to speak up...
<span style='color:purple'>I don't like that ones tone.</span> Abel said through gritted teeth, glaring at havana. <span style='color:yellow'>Shutup, you.</span> Dyyp said, flicking abel on the side of her head hard. Abel flinched and glared hatefully at Dyyp. <span style='color:yellow'>I'm Dyyp, whats your name?</span> she said, putting a hand out to havana and smiling, her hair falling over her left eye beneath the hood. Abel leaned against a tree away from the others, making shadow puppets and animating them to play across the ground. <span style='color:purple'>So many stupid people...</span> she said boredly, twisting her paw/hands into a spider, the puppet quickly sliding away along the ground and vanishing from sight. Dyyp brought her free left hand up to pull back her hood and then the tie out of her hair, the locks falling to her waist like a silver waterfall. Abel leaned further into the tree, pulling her hood farther over her face. Dyyp smiled as the sun broke through the dull grey clouds that always seemed to hang over the forest. Abel yawned and sauntered past Dyyp and Havana to stand in front of Ionni. <span style='color:purple'>Ionni Kyluu, right?</span> she said, looking her up and down. <span style='color:purple'>...'a goddamn festival'...</span> she muttered to herself. <span style='color:purple'>I like your style. Tha'names Abel,</span> she said as if she was queen of the world. A clawed, rubbery black hand pulled out of the ground, gently pulling Abels hood off, then sinking back into its place. Abel put a hand behind her head, pulling out the hair tie as Dyyp had, her own hair falling down to her waist, the same as had Dyyp's own, but a white color instead.
Ionni looked at Abel in satisfactory. She held out her elegant hand and softly shook hers. <span style='color:red'>Hmph, a bunch of goddamn idiots they are</span> Abel cracked a smile across her face. Ionni slyly grinned and flipped her hair back. <span style='color:red'>So you and Dyyp "stuck" together?</span> She felt comfortable with Abel, as if she was Ionnis kind. She smirked and closed her eyes. They all dont know Ionnis bad side yet. She wasn't going to trick Abel, but the other girl, Dyyp, was in for a surprise.... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ugh shit i forgot about 2 post rule *smack* *smack* Just post a couple more and ill lay out for a while. Im so tired...</td></tr></table>
Juem watched as the two pendragons in front of him and behind him(who came infront of him) greet each other. They seem not to know each other. And they were all female! Well at least the day was lookng up a bit. <span style='color:steeblue'>Yeah. I actually heard that there was a cat fight waiting to happen.</span> Juem replied sarcasticly to Havana's greeting to him. He silently watched as Dyyp and Abel came by. <span style='color:steelblue'>I'm Juem.</span> he said to Ionni, returning her smile with his own. His tail flicked back and forth as he watched the females interact. It's not like this was his first being surrounded by the opposite genders. But he really would like to get out of this forest. <span style='color:steelblue'>Does anyone know...</span> Just then, Dyyp and Abel had lowered their hood and untied their hair. He stared at them for a moment. Maybe getting out of this forest could wait... He snapped to his senses and put back his normal face on. Hoping that everyone was too busy interacting to noticed that he was staring at the two ladies.
Havana smiled slightly, and her own polar-white paw reached out to shake Dyyp's. "My name is Havana. Nice to meet you, Dyyp, Juem, Ionni and and Abel." She too brushed her own silvery hair from her shoulders, flopping elegantly to shoulder-level. Quietly she released their handshake and tucked her paw into her pocket, the denim jacket that covered her torso flapping as a gentle gust of wind blew. "Does anyone know what?" she asked, her orbs flickering up to Juem's. She smirked, noticing that he male's gaze was floating across Dyyp and Abel.
Dyyp turned to see Juem looking at her. <span style='color:yellow'>uhm... Hi...?</span> she said, blushing a bright pink color in her cheeks, easily visable through her white fur. Abel gave Ionni a knowing smirk. <span style='color:purple'>You have no idea...</span> she said, dragging out the words to feed her curiosity. <span style='color:purple'>You have no idea, no idea at all.</span> she said, looking over her shoulder at Dyyp. She leaned in toward Ionni and hissed angrily. <span style='color:purple'>Why the hell does she always have a guy drooling over her...!</span> she said, stretching her arm in Dyyp's direction. <span style='color:purple'>What does she do to have males chase her around like that!?</span> she hissed, more to herself this time. She turned her attention fully to Ionni again. <span style='color:purple'>She is going to try and get him to kiss her hand.</span> Dyyp held a hand out to Juem, palm down. <span style='color:yellow'>If he kisses my hand, he may get my attention...</span> she thought silently. <span style='color:purple'>I hate you...</span> Abel thought, watching Dyyp giving attention to Juem in an innocent way. <span style='color:purple'>I hate you very, very much...</span>
Just when he thought he was going to escape getting caught, it was already too late. Havana was the first to say something, just a few seconds before Dyyp. He scolded himself mentally for not finishing his sentence. <span style='color:steelblue'>Um... Does anyone know... what time it is?</span> He asked. Of course, that wasn't really what he wanted to say. If he asked for directions and someone gave it to him, it meant that he'll have to leave. And he didn't feel like leaving yet. Besides, one of the ladies is giving him her hand. Obviously wanting him to kiss it. His pleasure... <span style='color:steelblue'>Hello, nice meeting you. I believe you are... Dyyp, right?</span> he said before taking her paw in one of his and he brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. Juem felt someone watching them and his eyes slid over to Abel. He was quite unsure if he should greet her or not. She looked like someone who would kill if you ever utter a sylable. He'd try anyway. <span style='color:steelblue'>And you're Abel.</span> he sounded to her.
Havana smirked with amusement, sitting down on a tree stump and crossing her legs. "Well, no. I've been walking through this stupid wood for hours." She shrugged, holding up a white paw to examine her nails, all of which were perfectly clean. Her pink wings fluttered, batting a fly that had strayed too close. But her eyes watched Juem and Dyyp silently, a small hint of irritation and jealousy appearing. Shrugging it off, she got up and glided up into a low branch, nestled comfortbly. "Well... what are we gonna do? Have a festival? Laundry washing?" She said sarcastically, brushing a stray silver strand of hair back. "Or play Romeo and Juliet?" she finished, her eyes fixed on the male and female, now with clear sarcasm. She reached out and began to strip some bark off the trunk, rolling it between her fingers and flicking it into the trees. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Enter Ryhaneu....</td></tr></table> Ryhaneu fluttered down from her perch on a high branch, her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she watched the youngsters. There was something going on.. a rape? A gangster party? She didn't wait to find out, and fluttered down lower. "May I ask why you are all out here?" she asked in a soft sing-song voice, her calm eyes flitting about, examining the teens. Havana looked lazily at the older femme, her own orbs narrowed. "Why do you want to know?" The two had absoloutely no idea they were related, this was their first meeting. Ryhaneu said nothing, but turned to fix Havana with an icy stare. The white femme looked away, her orbs searching among the others in question.
Ionni laughed with Abel. Just then, a figure appeared on an uppere branch, and hissed at Havanna. Ionni looked back to Abel <span style='color:red'>A girl like you should not be discouraged...such....great beauty I must say myself</span> She giggled and whispered into her ear <span style='color:red'>watch, Ill show you how to get her pissed. Ill show you how I play my game</span> She strolled past Dyyp and met with Jeum. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. <span style='color:red'>Its a pleasure to meet you, Juem, Im Ionni Kyluu...</span> Ionni smirked and swung her hair over her shoulder, and winked. She went back to Abel. <span style='color:red'>Just shove it back in her face until she cant stand it</span> Abel nodded and smilied. <span style='color:yellow'>This is going to be a big laugh, some stupid girls drooling over some shallow kid. Wait until I get him under my control...</span> Ionni snapped back into reality. <span style='color:red'>Im going to go to the pond</span> She looked back at Abel <span style='color:yellow'>Good luck hunny...</span> She skipped away, and yelled back <span style='color:red'>If any of you are a comin', the train is leaving!</span> She giggled and went ahead. Ionni got out of sight and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. <span style='color:yellow'>Dumbasses, just plain old dumbasses. I feel bad for Abel, such a 'dragon shouldn't have to follow a little bitch around all of the time. Stupid kids are going to get themselves killed...</span> She climbed up a tree and leaped across to another. She reached the pond, and looked over on the tree. The water ripples came and went, back and fourth back and fourth back and fourth Ionni soon fell asleep, and resumed her dream...
Dyyp blushed as he kissed her hand. Perfect. She liked his manners, and how he seemed to look at her. She watched in calm silence as Ionni strutted over and kissed her new 'friend,' it did bother her, but she wasn't going to give the other female the satisfaction of seeing her angry. She knew what was going on. She simply ignored Ionni's shallow display. She was as bad as Abel. <span style='color:yellow'>So... Juem...</span> she said, carefully avoiding eye contact with him. She looked down to see her hand still in his. she giggled softly, smiling innocently at him. <span style='color:yellow'>just make a conversation!</span> the thought at herself. She held his hand tight enough not to let him escape. <span style='color:yellow'>He's Cute...</span> she thought to herself, looking Juem's face over again, her silver eyes carefully avoiding his. Abel watched Dyyp and Juem flirt with each other for a moment, not fully listening to what Ionni was saying. She stood up, not even watching what Ionni was doing. she didn't care. She looked at Ryhaneu, smirking slightly. She slipped up next to him, leaning into his left shoulder, smiling up at him. <span style='color:purple'>Hey there...</span> she said to hem, trying to sound cute and innocent. it worked pretty well. <span style='color:purple'>I'm Abel. Whats your name?</span> She said, still smiling innocently.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry to interrupt, but I'm getting just a little confused... Is Abel flirting with Ryh(probably not) or Juem? And is Ionne out of their sight? And my brain isn't working properly so excuse the blurness :blink: </td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Abel is bugginh Ryh, because she is evil.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ryhaneu or Havana? Havana is the one who is getting annoyed with 'em. Ry's just asking questions. :blink: </td></tr></table> Quietly Ryhaneu still perched on the tree branch, her orbs following the movements of the young 'dragons. "Well?" she asked, her voice in a gentle tone. Havana glared up impatiently at her unknown half-sister, her eyes still narrowed. "Haven't you got anything else to do?" she snapped, adressing both Abel and Ryhaneu for their different reasons. The bronze femme further along the branch turned and growled softly. "How am I supposed to know if you're some kind of gangster party?" The polar white femme opposite almost snorted with laughter. "Hell, I wish. Go away." Ryhaneu turned back, ignoring the insolent young femme, her bright eyes settled on the others. In the background however, Havana was stripping some more bark off the tree, and now flicking it at Ryhaneu, a smirk etched onto her teenage features. The bronze femme still said nothing, but her ebony wings batted the oncoming pieces of bark that was flicked at her.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>not 'flirting,' just seeking to annoy the hell out of.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>*waggles eyebrows*</td></tr></table>
