15 Tria 81379 Plot: Cero meets fellow Penadragons in a civalized manner for what seems to be the first time in years...to the point where a 'gang' of some kind is formed. Rather strait forward, violence would be most welcome. I think that the gang would have a 'socail structer' simaler to a wolf pack. (if you have ideas please PM me) He had been trugging along the derset for longer than he could remeber. In fact it was the only thing he could remeber. His feet were dragging in the gravel making long pawprints in the sand. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth and drool was dripping onto the sand. He body was weak and shakey, his ribs stuck out from his sides. He though back to the last place he had stopped. It had been a week ago...maybe longer than that. He had come across a travling circus and in trade for some food he peformed as a side show for a few days. As he thought back on it, it really hadn't been worth it. All they had was stale bread and sour milk, but it was better than the usaul nothing. His paws were so chaffed that he was leaving a bloody trail in the gravel. He sighed picking up his paws and washing them with his dry tongue. Even his magic was beging to suffer, he could only go so long without a proper meal... <span style='color:red'> "I really need to stop somewhere, a-and eat s-omething. Their were more Anubi tribes back up north...but I really can't turn back now. I wonder I-if I left the desert, if I could do better on the mainland..."</span>
He was weak and tired if only, if only he could lay down and rest for a bit. He was sure he would feel better after a little rest, but he knew that falling asleep in the heat of the day could lead to death. His limbs were trimbleing and his eyes stung. His head rocked back and forth as he looked out into the never ending hills of golden sand. <span style='color:red'> ''I really mus'ent lay down... '' </span>He had to keep saying it over and over again in his mind to keep himself moving. He shook his pelt sending sand flying, it was black and took in rayes from the sun like a vacume. His skin seemed to boil right on top of him. He stummbled, and fell over into an unconsicense state...
There was a flurry of hurried flaps as Cho altered her course, gliding high over the sun-partched earth below. Her pointed snout dipped and her head tilted in curiousity as she spotted a black spot amongst the rich earth tones of the dunes. It took just a second to slightly furl her wings and lean forward, starting a slow controlled dive towards the source of her curiousity. The anubi pulled up sharply as the ink blot took the form of a prostrate pendragon, her wings beating furiously to keep her aloft as she 'hovered' above the emaciated looking creature. The wind under her wings was friendly, and carried no tone of danger or ill will on it's heated breezes, but she was still bothered. Completely furling her wings and dropping liquidly to the sands, she willed away her feathered limbs as she shook dush from her ebon and crimson pelt. Cautiously she approached the body, her nose low to the ground as she delicately sniffed the air. Well... it was an arden, and he wasn't dead. Not yet anyways. "Sir...?" she whispered, nudging his side with her paw.
Cero heard a voice a small quiet voice but it was still a voice. His eyelids fluttered and then shut again. The sun was still so bright, but he had caught a glimse of whomever it was. He parted his mouth and tried to speak, nothing but a dull moan came through. He sighed and thought to the speaker in his mind,<span style='color:red'>Any chance you've got water with you? I havn't had a drink in ages. </span>He rolled onto his back to get a better look at her. She seems friendly enough he thought. (to himeslef)
As the body moved, Cho Seitzu jerked slightly, then stiffened. As a partched groan came from the body, she danced back a few paced as it rolled over. Amber eyes wide, she felt the somewhat familiar prickling of telepathy in the back of her mind, followed by a string of unspoken words. Water...? Strapped accross her back were a pair of canteens, swinging against her flanks. One was nearly empty, but the other was still full. With a hushed silence, Cho reached back and jerked the full canteen from it's holster. Shifting just slightly so her forepaws were dexterous enough to handle the water container, she made her way over with the canteen dangling from it's strap held firmly in her jaws. "I have some... not a lot, but you're welcome to it." she offered, unsure if the 'dragon would have enough strength to take the canteen from her and sait his thirst.
He reached his hand out for it, his paws shook badly but he managed not to spill any. He took a long sip nearly emptying it, it was just enought to recover most of his energy. <span style='color:red'>"Ah, thats a bit better."</span> He said his voice still husky. His ears twiched and the can was full again. <span style='color:red'>"I'm really not sure I'm old enough to be called sir."</span> He let out a small laugh and returned the bottle. <span style='color:red'> "Thank you, for that. It's been a long time sense I've spoken to another pendragon." </span>He stood up still a little shaky, <span style='color:red'>"I wonder do you know where I might find a proper meal. I seem to have gotten lost, three or four sand storms have hit in the past day."</span>
Morichai Clambered up yet another sand dune, Looking for a desert rose was harder than she had first anticipated. still she had enough supplies for a week or so before she would return to her rent out. Finally reaching the top of the dune she looked down at two other 'Dragons, She surveyed deciding on her approach.
The fae moved light and swift across the sands, barely leaving any trace of footprints. Her muzzle lifted into the air, nares taking in scents. They caught the smells of other Pendragons. How many was something they could not tell her. Padding along, she stumbled upon two, another possibly nearby. Eyeing the one on the ground, it seemed almost dead. She cautiously approached, slowly with deafening barks, saliva dripping from her lips. <span style='color:orange'>What is going on here?</span> Dyanja could care less if it was her business or not, but she had not eaten in days, putting her in a very angry mood.
Thema had been in the Uhai desert for several days, searching for the barbarians who had slain her father and brother. It was time for revenge, a thought which she had come to know. Revenge for her family, her village, but not for her eyes. Of many things, people thought her a blind cripple. A dragon who would surely die in a matter of months. How wrong those people were, for she was stronger than anyone knew. She could see beyond what the eyes show, beyond what everyone saw. She had inner sight, and it had led her to the desert sands. She stopped for a moment, sipping cold water from a canteen, carefully stored in her enchanted bag. Voices could be heard, carried from the wind. She concentrated, and they became clear in her mind. There was four of them, each was different from the other. Perhaps they could help her find the bastard dragons who had murdered her family. Thema was a kind dragon, by all standards. She would always stop and help anyone in need. It was her nature. She cared not of race, nor looks, but only the inner dragon. It was the only thing that mattered. Keeping up her pace she came to the area where the four gathered. Smiling she called out to them, her voice filled with energy. Thema always loved an adventure. "Hello there".
Qvysyc, formerly of the Riuuqroda tribe, was quite frankly sick of Tria in the Uhai. Most of the smaller animals had gone to ground during the day, and Kiv hated hunting at night—too cold and too hard to see. Hearing and scent only got you so far when going after small, annoying rodents. Today, however, despite the lack of rain, had been good. Not only had she caught a desert harok, but she had also ran across an old Anubi cache of preserved meat and supplies. Kiv had, of course, happily filled both stomach and the hide pack slung around her left shoulder. She’d even found an old map to other cache’s, and if she had any luck, she might be able to go on a full stomach until it rained again. Speaking of rain... Kiv narrowed her eyes and peered up the nearest dune. Those couldn’t be clouds, could they? It certainly wasn’t a sand storm, the air was too still. But then she caught sight of the distinctive head of an Anubi. Instantly she dropped to the ground, dusty tan fur blending into the surrounding ground. Qvysyc the Exile dug each of her paws into the sand, hiding the darker fur, and slowly crept closer till she was near enough to catch scent of the wind. Definitely an Anubi, perhaps more... No, definitely more, perhaps more than four. And normal pendragons! Here, in her birthplace, defiling the heart of the old Anubi empire! For that alone she needed to drive them off, never mind that this land couldn’t support more than a few pendragons for very long. The chesnut-and-white mottled fur on her back and neck bristled and the quadruped lashed her tail to and fro as she considered strategy. She knew the chance of taking down all of them at once was abysmal, but she saw no simple way to separate them. Perhaps if she imitated the call of a desert beast, a few would come to investigate? No, too chancy. She could always just walk up and see what happened. Check things out before unsheathing her claws and getting her fur bloody. Right. Test the waters, so to speak... Waters, hm... That gave her an idea. Kiv parted her maw in a pleased grin and stood up fully. After shaking the sand from her fur, the horned Anubi female trotted towards the happy little gathering, pack bouncing at her side. “What a coincidence, that all of us are here together!" she cried out, rearing back and gesturing expansively with her paws. (Sorry I didn't reply to your PM, Benji, but your inbox is full. :blink: )
With the sudden appearance of three 'dragons, and the scent of a fourth mingling on the dusty winds, Cho's hackles both simultainously tried to rise and press down. Ears hovered in betweeen being fully pressed against her skull and perked to attention, and her warm gaze was tinted with confusion at the swift convergance of beingings in what was usually a barren and lifeless area. Her tail flicked agitatedly, the soft silky fur hanging down from it's underside wipping about like ribbons caught in the wind. The wind... it still brought her no ill tidings on it's back, and the wind did not lie. None of the elements did. But Cho had read the wind wrong before, and it could always happen again. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Cho raised her head up in a more... assertive manner than one would expect from the shy thill. "I'm sorry but I carry no food with me... But you're welcome for the water, sir." Her voice was as smooth and silky as ever, but it was just tangible that there was a tiny hint of fear in that harmonious voice. She did not answer the other 'dragons, too startled by their arrival to respond, but rather just bobbed her head in a silent, respectful greeting, even to those she recognized as none anubi.
OOC : Veyri is right, thats why I couldnt reply to you Benji. Oh and I don't know if you want the posting order thing Benji, and if you do Ill delete this post.Oh and The language is the Anubi language. ;) BIC : Dyanja slightly jumped at the sudden appearances of the newcomers, but held her ground. Examining everyone, she noticed some were Pendragons. Dyanja Tutan was never exactly fond of them, as Anubi from her former clan said they have no respect for Anubi and their religous Temples. <span style='color:orange'>Padqxoiud csyj.</span> She spat on the ground, mixing it with her paw, the golden trinkets around her paws glittering in the bright, yellow sun.
A darkened quadruped was walking amoungst the destert. He seemed unaffected by heat and thirst even though he carried none and had not had any for a long time. He was used to not having water very often. His fear of the large grouping said that he had been solitary almost all his life. He walked forewards anyway, keeping at the edge of the group.
He stood up feeling weak. His head swam feeling the presents of other dragons, their magic popping in his head. He pointed drunkenly in the derection were they seemed to be coming from. <span style='color:red'>"You know them?"</span> He asked hopping they weren't the Anubi he'd passed a few days ago. He had, had to fight to pass the oasis. His mouth still felt sticky and his tounge felt to big in his mouth. He wanted to know more about this red Anubi she was the first person who hadn't run him off or attacked him a sight because of his sickly smell. He wanted to ask her name, but he was trying not to lose his breath and pass out again so he left it at just one question. OOC: (Sorry it's taken me a while to reply, I've been gone)
"No, I don't know them." Her reply was blunt, but not out of intentional rudeness. HEr gaze had simply been drawn away to the others who had arrived, and the thill who spoke in a dialect she could not understand. Oh the woes of being raised outside the deserts. Not. Clearing her throat quietly, she responded in the common language, hopeing the Anubi would not peg her for an outside right off the bat. "Miss... My... friend, here is in need of assistance. Could I possibly ask for your assitance in getting him to a more... suitable location? The sands give way to scrublands only a few miles east of here..." There she went. Lying through her teeth. The arden was not her friend, but she couldn't ignore a 'dragon in need of assistance. And there was some decent shade amongst the stunted trees to the east, and a few sheltered and well hidden springs as well. If she could get help taking the arden there, he would fare much better out of the sun.
Hearing the words of the thill from a distance Morichai slinks up to the group. <span style='color:green'>i-i-i-i c-could help you-u, i-i-f you wan-n-t. </span> She stuttered with the unexpected presence of these 'dragons. Flicking a white ear down she tries to smile. Succeeding in only looking petrified of her.
Her kind words had run out for these dragons. They reminded her of the barbarians who had attacked her so many years ago. "Aei bull duo imdow na qlydot" she said in the broken language of her people. Thema moved swiftly, drawing her twin blades in the air. She looked towards one of the dragons, the one who claimed someone was in need of assistance. She walked over towards her. "I will help, but only if you can help me in return". She needed a guide, someone to show her to the barbarian lands.
Cero was tired and weak but the persents of all the dragons made him uneasy. It was strange but the more uneasy he seemed to feel the stronger he grew, it was a survial thing. But he would pay for the loss of energy later no doubt. He stepped forward his sivler talons flashing in the sun, <span style='color:red'>"I apologize for my rudeness I forgot all intrudutions." </span>He made a gesture of the paw and leand forward. <span style='color:red'>"My name is Saxu" </span>,( he said talking to no one person) He eyed the dragon with the swords rasing an eyebrow ... <span style='color:red'>"I'm afriad I didn't quite catch yours." "It was?" </span> He thought back to the she-red dragon, <span style='color:red'>What was your name? I do hope I haven't gotten us into trouble...if it comes to it, can you fight?</span> He felt silly asking that, of course it would come to violence what didn't these days?
Her braclets caught his eye, he was attracted to trinkets of all kinds. His eyes noticeably danced while he looked at them, he relutently decided that this was not the best time for a trade but he made a mental note of them. He thought about it for a moment playing with his lip-ring, he hadn't much to trade...maybe he could bribe her with his ear tasle? Or a nice tattoo...
