<font color='#FFFFFF'><span style='color:maroon'>Day: 18 Quarter: Dyo Year: Year 2 The day-moon had sunken below the horizon, drowning in the flooding darkness of comming night. Dense forest was still illuminated by a blue-glowing sky; a sapphire haze casted upon the growing shadows. The atmosphere had a sorrowful lonelyness to it that seemed innate in the blue light. Not a sound stirred in the trees, nor upon the ground. No birds sang. Their silence was a warning. A predator was about. Vlad shifted his leather wings, vaguely glossy in the dim light. His tail burned a pale azure, fitting to his mood that matched the forest around him. The last Pen' he had come across was that swarm of females some weeks past. He had spoken to none of them, however. Nor was he seen by them. Vlad might have well just been a shadow with a scent to them for all his presnace mattered. The male did like his privacy, but it was good, sometimes, to have another Pen' to speak to.</span></font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font color=#cccccc size=1 face=verdana>White and blue tresses gently swayed to and fro about the head they sat upon.  Evening was a favorite time of hers, as she liked the silent peace.  Crimson orbs roved about the area as rather small paws tread uneasily upon unfamilair territory.  She had only been residing here for but a few days, and Seizetsu was only beginning to become aquainted with the wide variety of lands and areas. With a short sigh, the femme fell back on her smoky haunches.  Zet didn't really enjoy being in quad form, but it was a nice change of pace.  Being a bipedal pendragon was only interesting for so long.  Change was a good thing.  But silence and being by ones self was much better... Or was it?  Even though she had ditzy tendencies at times, Seizetsu actually enjoyed the company of another at such times.  One was good, two was okay, but three was pushing it.  Small groups were preferred to large, one preferred to two. Dully-colored ears perked as the femme's nose caught the scent of another.  Crimson orbs shifted uneasily at the prospect that another pendragon was in the area.  Was it friendly?  Was it not?  Questions mulled through her mind as she sat in silence. OoC Uhm.  Hi  I just thought I'd drop in and do a more serious RP than the one I'm in now.  I'm assuming that your character is a quaddie.. so yeah.  If not, just say so and I'll fix my post ^_^</font></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><span style='color:maroon'>The male continued his steady walk through the blue of early dusk. Random, uneventful and unimportant thoughts drifted casually through his working mind. The winds were dead, save for one small breeze that quickly died as well, but not before carrying a message to Vlad. There was antother Pendragon about the gloom of the forest. His pace stopped as he stood still in the growing shadows. Unearthly auds swirved this way and that. Nostrils flared with inhailation and eyes dialated as his senses worked with natural skill to detect the stranger's general direction. His mind was probing through telepathic darkness in search of this unknown being, though no actual words took shape. The small quadraped gave off no sense of threat nor fear. He was simply wary of potential possabilities. Natural instinct sent him up a tree in perfect silence as the flame of his tale darkened to blend with the blue forest. The hairs upon his body were growing stiff; a low-key defense-mode. Hidden, he lay, searching for signs of peace. OOC: Yuppers, he's on all fours ^.^</span></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><font face= "verdana" size= "1" color= "#888999"> <center>stand down creature; Krysti rambles... {ooc} <font color= "crimson">I do hope you guys don't mind me intruding, I need to get Krystine active. <font color= "#888999">yeild homo sapian; Krystine ventures... {ic} <font color= "crimson">dyo ;; it seeped with the song of everlasting droughts of prevaility. Sunken in the deep pits of unreality never to see the harsh, brutal winters until the next two turns of the seasons. Yet, this one place within time was held within the strands of night. The inkish glow of the hazy bands of pinkish hues, sent out from the heaven's to sprawl endlessly amongst the azure enriched skies. It was enough to make one halt and gaze open mouthedly at the magnificent sight, transfixed. Yet, one single creature stood against this paralyed motion, the pentadragon that stood with a certified dignity that only such insanity could write up. Krystine stirred amongst this opening. Four legged this femme fetale stridded betwixt the setting days to introduce such a night. Yet, such atmosphere didn't seem right within this forestry, this peculiar...tenseness. Cocking her head with a slight puzzlement, the ivorn beast halted, assuming the position of utter curiousity. And as she looked around her surroundings she saw naught but anxious eyes gleaming from both sides. She sat there watching the two sets of orbs seize each other up. Boredly, she sat in the middle of the "draw eyed" game and commented rather blanently. <font color= "#888999">Once you two have stared each other down, I'll be out here waiting to be greeted to make new friends. <font color= "crimson">Rude though it was, she nearly ever felt anything besides hostility to this kind of scenario. And perhaps, they would heed to her words.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font color=#cccccc size=1 face=verdana>A somewhat frazzled blink was followed by a light hearted shrug as Seizetsu heard the other female speak. As crude as her little speech was, it had a point. A good one at that. Without further hesitation, the ghastly female introduced herself. "Hey to the both of you. I go by the name Seizetsu, but you can call me Zet if you wish." Short and sweet. Concise was her middle name -- not that she had a last one for it to go in between, but that was beside the point. As she thought further, Zet became increasingly uncomfortable with the silence. It was so deafening, but she had said her bit. The musical femme just waited for the other two to pipe in. Then maybe they could get a conversation going. OoC: Terribly sorry for not replying sooner! I was away in Pennsylvania competing all weekend. Thanks for waiting!</font>
<font color='#810541'><span style='color:maroon'>Inquisitive eyes wandered over both of the new faces, but he refrained from leaving his place in the tree. Vlad almost seemed like a squirrel in his caution: eyes wide, ears forward, both tail and nose twitching. Ebon claws dug lightly at the bark beneath them in a moment of nervous thought. Messy, ebon bangs drooped into his eyes, and the male gave a shake of the head so that they feathered out of his way, only to slowly fall back in place. A dark, purple tongue licked his chops carefully as he considered joining the conversation for a silent moment. A number more silent moments passed before he finally spoke in a monotone voice, low in volume. "I do not make friends so easily, however, I will offer you this: Vlad Fe'hrenlock. The name by which I have been known the entire strand of my life." Lapsing back into his traditional silence, Vlad watched the pair below, on the ground.</span></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><center><table style="border: 1px solid black" background="http://eracreations.net/stormy/images/requests/c_bg.gif" width="360"><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td> <font face="trebuchet ms" style="color:black; size:8pt;"> <p align="justify">No problem! Welcome back by the way! </td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><font face="trebuchet ms" style="color:black; size:8pt;"> <p align="justify">It was the pure injustice it seemed, framed. No, thats how it always started. This time was going to be different. The antonym of scenarios that Krysti always found herself contributing to. Blocking her mentality from the outside world, she raised an eyebrow to the surroundings, first her gaze peirced that who gave what seemed as a careless shrug. Did she not percieve the depths of hate? NO. Her mind spun dizzily at the attempt to draw herself away from such hostile remarks and ponderings. Yet, not much farther, concluded this reply to such a cautious comment. A raised eyebrow was issued at this point as the ivorn beast said her bit in the conversation. <font color= "lightsteelblue">I bid you both a good day. My title bears as Krystine... <font color= "black">Silence was summarized the ending of her trailed speech that graced her tongue and brought her sharply back into such conciousness.</table></font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font size=1 color=#cccccc face=verdana><B>"Well, now that that's been established.."[/b] Seizetsu coughed uncomfortably. She felt like a moderator whose only purpose was to keep the conversation moving in a forward direction. An awkward position, yes, but somehow she felt that she needed to fufill that role. Why? Who knew. Maybe it was that she had intruded on Vlad's alone time. Moment of awkward silence passed another as Zet thought of what to say next. The smoky femme's pregnant mind was fat full of envy again -- envy for charasmatic people who could keep an interesting conversation going for hours and they made it seem so effortless, too. Perhaps she needed charisma lessons or something. Eh, to hell with it. She went out on a limb and asked, "So, what brings the both of you here today?"</font></font>
<font color='#810541'>Dark pools burned a scrutinizing gaze upon the two. Cold, distant, and guarded. Nostrils flared in an impatient exhailation of breath. To Vlad, speaking with this pair of unkowns was a waste of time, but alas, he had time to waste and nothing better to waste it on. So, he stayed, remaining the dark enigma in the tree. Velvet darkness of the night smothered the sun in its melanistic folds of beauty. Frosted-white fireflies frozen in the sky above gave a meager light to the world. Vlad glanced up a moment to ponder the beauty of night for a brief instant. His flame burned a quick flash of white before turning black, gaze once again falling harshly upon the two below. The silence was not awkward for Vlad. It never was. As such, it was never he who would disrupt such blissful peace. A voice took flight, finally, and, reaching Vlad's ears, caused him to twitch. Eyes narrowed slightly more, and a faint hiss rattled in the back of his mind. However, it meant nothing. Simply a reaction to the sudden noise that shattered the audial darkness. A pause later, his own voice answered quietly. "The passage of time, the breath in my lungs, and the limbs by which I wander are what have carried me to this place." Vlad knew that wasn't quite the answer the female sought, and it amused him mildly.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><font face= "tahoma" size= "1" color= "crimson"><center>stand down 'dragon; Krysti rambles... Blargh. Sorry for being so late, I'll edit in the table later. I'm a little tired but I really want to get this post in. Sooo...yeah. Go me and my suckiness! yeild homo sapian; Krystine ventures... <font color= "white">"I truely believe The seek of the day Was to ponder weak and wearily To the simple gaze that knowledge. But to be more specific, ah thats a bliss. To find such motivation. Now if you wish naught to share this, I'm sure others would love to oblige. So keep your trap shut. Cause I deeply muse, what cannot be sighted To those who cannot find it." Before a thought was persued at such comments that came from the one called Vlad that shortly followed the seemingly good natured femme fetale. Krystine casted a rather cocked eyebrow at the male that sat, disturbingly unreal he seemed to be. Just lying there like a pathetic idiot. Such harshness was unnessisary from one being, especially when there was such chaos in the world current. It brought deep anguish in her, and she rather blanently refused to call. Now this, male, he just grated on the ivorn one's nerves. Snapping them in such a undefyingly irritatable sense, she hadn't any clue why. It just did. Some unexplainable notion of some powers that forced this white femme to dislike such a disdainful creature that knew naught about either her or the other femme. Not that she could judge so quickly, but by the way she gathered information, her reflects casted upon the same shadow. A quite surpressed sneer was in tact as she haughtily turned away. Her swift antics of deep carelessness. This Vlad showed to her that he didn't care, and if she was wasting such one's time then might as well do something that didn't involve common curtisy.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font color=#cccccc size=1 face=verdana>Seizetsu closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the words of both pendragons and thinking them over in her mind. The first one, Vlad, was not so kind. He snapped at them, and gave a sort of cold answer. It was almost as if he had attempted to figure herself and the other female out by the first few words they spoke and the way they looked. Yes, Zet did this as well, but it was only a temporary impression until she got to know the real pendragon behind the asthetics. But this Vlad, so far he had left quite an unfavorable impression. As for the femme, she was -- well, she was rather different. Not necessairly a bad different, just not the same as any other pendragon she had ever encountered. Her mood seemed to vary by the minute, or perhaps that was just Seizetsu's impression of her. The grayscale femme could never really tell what the other was thinking, which could be considered a good attribute. With nothing left to say, the young female thought for a brief moment more and opened her crimson eyes. With a coy grin upon her maw, she broke into a soft and rather quiet song: "matsu HITO nado nai machi kara machi e samayou sadame ni hashiru kizutsu keredo mi mo kokoro mo itamu keredo nasake ha jibun no hametsu suzushii me ha kanashige ni hohoende chiri isogu hana ni kaze ga sawagu"</B> Japanese, yes, for that was the one language she actually enjoyed singing in. As for the translation: "There was no one waiting for me, as I wandered from town to town, running toward fate. When I get wounded, my body and heart hurt but my sympathy is my own downfall. My cool eyes smile sadly A breeze plays about the scattering flowers." She did not speak or sing the translation aloud, so only if either of the two knew Japanese could they find out the meaning of her words. That is, if they even cared..</font></font>
<font color='#810541'>Dark eyes cast a scornful glare upon the rude femme who, in simple terms, told him to shut up. He snorted in distain, tail flaring a brilliant magenta before passing back to black. True, he was cold, but he rarely prohibited others from expressing themselves, even in such shoes as hers. The male's size had slowly been growing. Once Vlad's height was nothing less than equal to the other two, he uncoiled his prehensile tail from the tree and dropped from his seat straight to the ground. A loud thud sounded his arrival in his lack of stealth. Another look was given to Krystine before the other female's voice sounded a soft tune. Enormous ears perked at the unexpected sound and he looked in shock at first, but by the end of the song, one could actually spy a smile. "And what brings upon this sudden bout of Nihon beauty? I recognize the tongue, though I myself cannot speak it skillfully."</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>Fell Naru had retraced her steps, failing to find the one that had slipped through her paws. It was the song that dragged her towards them again, and she grinned as she approuched them. Moving ever so faster with each step taken, leaving only squished plants behind her....suddenly she stopped, that scent was familar. "Were you the one to run?" She looked at Vlad.</font>
