Day 13 Tria (summer) 81378 Looking into the horizon one could see only endless plains of rolling sand glittering like gold under the bright rays of the hot desert sun. The dry air was like deep breaths, still and then awake forming waves of sand into small little roving hills. A whoosh of sand whipped wind glided over the plains revealing a desert shadow beneath its mitts. Red eyes glared forward menacingly, glinting as sunlit beams shot themselves into her slit of an iris. She was small and slender gliding through the sand like a black serpent. Each of her footprints trailed behind her, vanishing if but a whisper. That day she had been traveling the sands for rumor had it, a great threat had been plaguing. A creature named Nvana traveled the desert whipping all life from nearby oases. Rumor had said it was a spiked snake-like Gila monster kind of beast with heads of three that only had to sink its many fangs into the heart of the lush oasis to dry it and make it disappear completely. She had been following its trail for three days now; no marks in sand were visible and were not needed for this shadow. For as she prowled she felt one with the sand beneath her, and heard its silent whisper of the underground and surface above it.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Heylo Sinian. ^^</td></tr></table> Another black shadow glided across the desert sands. His short black shimering fur embeded with sparcling specks of sand. His large yet lean form casting it's long shadow over the many hills and valleys. His muscular limbs protruding out of it and pulling him through the seering desert. He was a pendragons of many talents and secrets, this could be told by the light dancing in his orange dotted eye. His right eye was no longer there, it along with his cheek and been replaced by a mechanical device, making his right eye look more like a red insect eye than his own. His long white hair fell over his face and protected his left eye from the stray airborne sands. He had no tatoos, no markings but the scar and grader marks on his left cheek. He stoped a moment, loooking back in the direction he had come. Ajusting the pack at his back he continued on into the desert. "It all looks the same." He thought to himself. Inexperienced pendragons in this desert would soon find themselves to be lost withing steps of entering it. All around there were no landmarks, no civilization for miles in every direction. Only some paths would lead to them faster. He sighed and hung his head, his large paws ploding through the sands in a rythmic motion, never stumbling once with the hifting of the sand. He had been born for this, he was an anubal pendragon, born of the sands and heat. That was why he was here, to get in touch with that side of him, the side of him that he hid from all others. They suspected him for hehad no tatoos and did not espire to get them. But then again there where others that did this as well. He saw something up ahead in his robotic eye, something elce that alked the desert sands. He veered his direction toward it to see what it could be.
Blinking grains of sand out of her eyes, she had the vision of the oasis in her mind and the cool, clear water by a number of palms. She hadn't had water for days on end and she had a tweak of craving, but she was an anubial pendragon and she was created for such. She could go weeks without any water yet she wanted a relaxing easy time after she wisped out the beast. She was impatient to get to the joy of the battle. She loved a good fight. In fact she smiles cruelly every time she remember the joke she played on a bunch of travelers a few weeks ago and how she scared the living daylights out of them when all was dark. She was a troublemaker and a bit of a thief and was proud of it. As she continued along, her ebony coat almost glowing under the desert sunlight, something struck her like a knife in the back. She had an echoing feeling she was being watched. It seemed she did not appear to notice upon her facial expression as she continued in a straight line upon the sand. She didn't avert her gaze, though with each of her steps her barbed claw flared just incase of some type of an attack. Normally she would swoop around and pick a fight with the stranger or at least play-hidden tricks about them, but this so called Nvana interested here with much delight and intrigued her much more.
He stoped atop a slight hill to over look the other form below. Using his mechanical eye he was able to tell it was another pendragon. Strange, what would they be diong here? He thought. He continued to move towards the figure. He had quickened his pace a bit. He had not even atempted to hide himself, with such a coat of fur he stuck out like the full moon on a starless night. He continued towards the figure, who ever it was they where on some strange buisness out here. Perhaps they had found him out and had come looking for him. He stoped suddenly, a small spray of sand wisping past him. A slight tinge of fear shown in his good eye but it was soon gone and he continued. Whoever it was they had no proof, and they where alone they could not hope to overpower him. He knew this thought was a little boastfull, but two marks apon his cheek would help to enphasize his point. He let out a sigh. He was now following the tracks left behind in the sand by the other pendragon. They where not as large as his, it must have been a younger pendragon. He continued on, the thought of someone having found out his secret still pleagueing the back of his mind.
Like lightning she averted her gaze turning back her head slowly to look behind her, she paused in one place like a solemn statue; she didnÂ’t move or twitch and it looked like she wasnÂ’t even breathing. As the stranger drew near; she could hear the beating from each step radiate across the sands. She could feel underneath her beating like a drum. Her ears stood straight up, making her face look devilish, menacing and even more pointed than before. Who is this following me... The engraved jewels around her neck and eye gave a sudden glint under the hot rays of sun and her tail swerved in the sand in a smooth wave like pattern. Who dares... As she stood there she peered across the sands behind her, scanning with an expression emotionless; a map unpalatable. She then realized, and was astonished she didnÂ’t realize this before, that the creature coming closer was a pendragon, not just any pendragon an anubial. For a normal pendragon usually wouldnÂ’t even dare stepping foot into this part of desert, for miles of endless sands stretched out toward the horizon, and yes sheÂ’d seen them fall. Suddenly she had the idea that maybe this intruder wanted to seek out Nvana for itself, and was following her toward the destination where the creature dwelled. For the award maybe, she supposed. She usually didnÂ’t care for rewards she just did it for the thrill, of coarse she canÂ’t say thatÂ’s sheds never taken reward when its offered.
He continued his relentless ploding, sand being kicked up and swirled about in the breeze before settling once agian. His head was hung. His eye far away, clouded over by his thoughts. What if they had found him? If he did confront this pendragon, and this was indeed the case what would happen then? Surely he would be forced to fight for his freedom. But what then? If he came out the victor, would their suspitions not then be confirmed? Would then not search for him with more vigor? He lifted his head, his eye coming back to its regular sharpness. He was being to paranoid, they had no proof. No one knew and no one could guess. He let out a sigh, suddenly he stopped. He had been lost in thought and had gained a considerable amount of distance on the pendragon infront of him, who had also stopped for some reason. Perhaps they have noticed me. He thought. He looked at the pendragon ahead of him closely, something odd striked him about them. Then it hit him, it was an anubal, another like himself. Only an anubal could distinguish another of its kind. It takes one to know one. He thought with a smile, relizing this must have been the reason they had stopped. Still in awe of finding for the first time in his existance another of his origins, he continued on. He followed the fading footsteps before him, no longer aprihencive about their meeting. He ajusted the bag on his back slightly, his head hung and a smirk on his narrow face.
She sat still upon the sand as she saw the stranger come even closer. She was in awe in seeing an anubial like herself, shed never set her eyes on none of her species before, or of what she could recall. Her plan of pestering the stranger disappeared as quickly as lifting fog as her mind filled with odd questions. Where had this stranger come from, and why was he roaming in this part of the desert. Was he also tracking the known threat of a serpent? She held the questions back, and her face appeared question less once more. As for Navana, he'd have to wait; for she could catch up quickly enough even still, for the excitement of the task of the hunt still bubbled within her. She waited quietly her red eyes unblinking; motionless starred at the strangers every movement. Her tail stopped swerving as she waited for the first trail of speech that would escape this unusual stranger. Even so, she was still in her cautious mind, ready to spring up and launch an attack if the stranger pulled any sign of aggressiveness.
The anubal pendragon had walked confidently now with the knowledge of the other's origins. He could only assume that another like him would be less hasty to try and injure him. He was very near to what he could not see to be a female pendragon. He stopped a few feet away from her. A slight wind bilowing up between them as if in a mark of this ocation. He smiled a foreboding grin. <span style='color:gray'>"And what buisness does one such as you have in this desert?"</span> He said, beating around the bush, as if he had not yet noticed she was as he was. He chickled inwardly. He did wonder what could have drawn the young female so far into the desert. Then again he could wonder the same thing for himself. Yet she seemed like she needed a purpose. I shall get to that latter. He told himself as his robotic eye twitched to get the small specks of dust that clouded his vision from it.
She looked straight at the stranger unblinkingly, wondering why the sudden interest in her presence, yet truthfully she couldn't blame him if so, for she was wondering the same thing. May I ask the same? For it is not everyday I see someone quite like yourself roaming thease parts. She cocked her head slightly, trying to keep a firm gaze on the stranger icase of any type of trick, yet she found it extreamly hard to do so, for the robotic eye that lie pressed againt the strangers head distracting her almost completly. Truthfully she wasn't around much technologgy and at rare times when she saw it it gave her a timid unaware feeling that such metals were used to think and control for differnt ones purposes. She felt content without it.
Syray was silent for a moment. His one natural eye staring at the ground. Was it a good idea to tell this pendragon of his purpose? What harm could it do. Besides, she was one of his kind. After a while he looked up at the younger pendragon. "I am here to embrace what I have always hidden from others." He said. He asumed she would know what he meant, as that was what he assumed her purpose there was as well. His emotionless face was stern. He noticed her long glances at his mechanical eye. It was something he had grown acustomed to, something he had come to expect of other pendragons he met. Besides, his eye was nothing ordinary. He cracked a small smile that was quickly swept away by a small breeze, leaving him once again with a cold dark stare. "I have told you what I am doing here, now may I learn that of you?"
