<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Who: Khuyt Femdt where: In the swamp..XD when: its just getting dark out...Tessera 45/78 why: Khuyts exploring !! kinda Characters: Khyut - speech - <span style='color:green'>Green</span> Stormrae, speech - "Normal" 2 other people max ^^</td></tr></table> Khuyt had been trudging around the swamp for a long time.. he walked into a puddle and cursed as his foot sank into the murky mud. it swallowed his foot untill halfway up to his knee. He flappedd his wings and struggled until his foot came free. the rain had made the floor very mushy.. he flew up and perched himself on a imature tree. he looked around and saw that more rain clouds headed his way. he rolled his eyes and flew back down and out of the clump of trees. he found a natural over growth coming from a tree. it was big enough to fit three adult 'dragons inside. <span style='color:green'> its spacious.. good..</span> He clambered in and sighed as he stretched out and waited for the rain to come and go.
Stormrae let out a sigh as he trudged through the swamp, his pristine white pelt marred in places with sloppy mud. He was peevish to say the least, his self-entitle "good looks" ruined. To top it all off, he was cold and the rain made him shiver, his bone-wings sparking periodically along with his mutters of anger. Sweeping his drenched hair out of his eyes for the umpteenth time, he saught out more shelter. not far off, there looked a sheltered overgrowth, it would do he supposed. Needless to say he was surprised to find it occupied, and, with a yelp, he fell backwards onto the ground, immediately shielding himself as if from an attack and whimpering "Don't hurt me, really, I'm not dangerous!" He truly did cut a fine picture of a male.
Khuyt raised an eyebrow. a bolt of lightling and the rolling of thunder split the skies. Khuyt peeked out from the shelter and saw the rain was getting harder. his red eyes looked back to the white 'dragon on the grgound. he stretched out his hand to the 'dragon. <span style='color:green'>come on.. get in! Hurry up will ya!</span> Khuyt looked out frrom the shelter and saw the rain getting harder from a distance... it was wierd.. it was like giant dominoes.. eveytime one fell the crash of thunder boomed.. and when ever one was tipped.. lightning streaked the sky.. but the down pour of the heavily overcoming rains seemed to make the already drenching rian look like spit.
Storm was suddenly mesmerised, the lightning was his one true love. Everything else seemed to fade away as the sky lit up and the crashes rung out across the land. So taken was he with the weather, he almost missed Khuyt's exclaimation, actually he would have, had it not been for his sudden realisation that sitting watching this storm would only make him even more at risk of Mrost, his psychotic alter-ego coming into control of his mind. Scrabbling forward slightly, he took the other 'dragon's offered hand and let himself be helped into the shelter. Once inside, he found himself a spot where he wouldn't be bothering Khuyt, drew his knees level with his muzzle, wrapped his tail around himself and shivered. "Lovely weather isn't it?" was the only comment he could think of concerning the horrific weather, it seemed rather weak and feeble but then again, so did everything before the majesty of the elements.
Khuyt chuckled and shook his head. <span style='color:green'>well.. the thuhunder and lighting is fine but the rain is a killer..</span> He looked outside and got his head showered with rain. he came back inside and shook out his wet hair. he tested the growth. <span style='color:green'> well it doesnt seen all that flamable.. a small fir wouldnt do any harm... </span> a small electric spark shot it self from khuyts outsretched hand and started a small fire in a foot print in dry dirt unnder the shelter. khuyt bit a few twigs in it to keep it going. he grabbed leaves and eve if they smelled funny while burning they'd keep the fire going.. Khuyt turned to the newcomer. <span style='color:green'>Im Khuyt.. and you are?</span> he asked in a rather sterm tone. OOC: Khuyt al;ways seems to sound angry.. XD its just the way he is XD
Storm grins in the most disarming way he can before replying. "Yeah, the rain is what makes my life difficult." He then watches quietly as Khuyt lights them a little fire, behind him, his bony framed wings spark quietly, making a sound much like that of a static object meeting another of the same type. He was very self concious of them in this weather, well aware that they made him practically a living lightning rod. He just had to hope the lightning didn't strike him, that would really bring out Mrost. Snapping out of his daydream, Storm returns his gaze to the other 'dragon, his odd eyes betraying much of his innocence despite his years. "Uh, hello there Khuyt, my name is Stormrae, though most just call me Storm, nice to meet you."
Khuyt blew onto the fire to make it burn a bit higher. he looked to storm and nodded. <span style='color:green'> You too Storm... well im going to sleep... wake me up if the storm ends...</span> Khuyt leaned back and closed his eyes. his ear picked up and sounds maded from storm just in case her coudnt be trusted. Khuyt was always on edge.. he was a fiercly train warrior.. and his social skills werent always that great.. but since he met up with his sisnter.. they've been improving...
Storm nods mutely to Khuyt before placing his hed onto his knees, his fur was waterlogged and made him shiver as it chilled his skin. What he really wished he had was Val, his best friend always seemed to know what to do in a crisis. But no, Val wasn't here, and he would just have to deal with it. He sadly looked out of the shelter, half of him torn between watching the storm innocently, the other half of him chained within his mind like a wild animal, struggling to get free. Still, he was determined that Mrost would not escape and instead tried to distract himself by licking his pelt clean and a little dryer.
-a few hours later- Khuyt woke up when sun shone into the shelter and onto his face. he grumbled loudly and moved. he looked up and sheltered his eyes from the sun with his hand. <span style='color:green'>stupid sun.. </span> he looked at his makeshift fire wich had burned out long ago. he looked to Storm. <span style='color:green'>Well.. its seems its stoped... you didnt wake me..</span> his voice was cut short.. Storm lookeed aas if he were sleeping.. or "out of this world" Khuyt shrugged and stepped outside. it was nice to be out and away from rain.. even if the grground was still mucky.
Storm, after a long time in the storm, watching the rain drip from the leaves around them, his pelt dry and clean, had grown tired too and fallen asleep, curling his sleek tail around to cover his nose. He was awakened by Khuyt's words and groggily looked up at him, somewhat weary and worn out by the storm. Somewhat incoherent thanks to his still-cloudy mind he protested "Sorry about that, but I was tired from all that walking and the storm quieted down a bit, so I had a sleep." Getting to his feet, he too leaves the shelter, and promplty makes a lot of fuss of re-arranging his pelt and mane, making sure that almost all of him gleams brilliant white in the new sunlight. "So, heading anywhere?" he queried, quite aware that he didn't yet know anything of his fellow 'dragon.
Khuyt laughed.. embarasedd at what he was gunna say.. <span style='color:green'>well.. ive never had a problem getting out from a place before.. i was walking.. exploring.. here in this swamp.. and well.. i got lost adn just started walking.. in one direction... i'd get out eventualy.. </span> he said as he turned to Storm.. <span style='color:green'>i had to stop anyways 'cuz of the storm.. soo... where are you from Storm?</span> He asked as he sat down and cleaned the muck from his sword, wich had sunken partialy into the mud.
