Fishing Piers

<font color='#8D38C9'>Vullem caught up to Kazul, the female's head feeling a greater deal better. She answered his question in her normal, good-natured tone of voice,
"Well, being a seer is my first trade. I go to a village, tell them what tatoos their children should have, have my say on some puzzling dreams, read a few paws here and there, and they let me stay for as long as I want in their village to rest. Amazing how exsighted some of these people get when you tell them some of that stuff. As my secound trade, I'm a musician. Remember I was playing that harp when we first met, right? Playing music is more of a hobby of mine that got out of paw than an actual trade...oh well.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Vullem smiled as she continued the conversation,
"Really, you're a teacher at Janardan? That must be really fun, teaching all those young 'dragons about inner sight. My friends advised me to apply there for a part time job teaching how to interperate dreams, read tea leaves, all that stuff used to predict the future. Guess I should head over there myself sometime."
She thought over his last remark,
"Thanks for the compliment on my music. I can play the lute too, and a couple of other instraments not as well as I can play the harp and lute. Do you play any instruments?"</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Vullem's train of thought came to a screeching hault as she considered which way to head down. Neither of the paths stood out from the other, neither seemed to be more twisting, rocky, shaded or dangerous than the other. Not knowing which to pick, she did the next most logic thing. To let fate choose. Vullem looked about the ground, and with little surprize found a sea shell half-covered in dirt by the path. It was shaped like a cone, and smooth spirals colied around the outside, and the entire thing was colored in patterns of reds, oranges, and pinks. Hardly wondering what the shell was doing by the path, she stooped down to smooth a small section of the ground to place the shell ontop of. She spun the shell, and watched it turn round and round, Vullem hardly dared to breath. The shell finnaly lost momentum and stopped...the topmost part of it's spiral pointing to the left path.

OOC: Sorry I havn't been here...it's the end of the chool year for me and I've been having lots of exams</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Vullem looked at the shell, a smile growing across her muzzel because her way of choosing the path wasn't regarded as insane.
"I guess I will keep it, just incase there are any more forks in the road."
Vullem then unfurled her right wing, which like the left had been tucked against her side. She flexed the three 'fingers' that helped support the bat like wings, the allowed them to realive her forepaw of the shell. Vullem then retucked her wing to her side, and began down the path. As she walked, the female began to feel that there was something strange about this path. Something she couldn't quite put her paw on. Something that she wasn't sure if she liked it or not.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>With each step the air became thicker and thicker  with the something that she could not identify. At first Vullem thought that that it was all in her mind. After all, this was just an innocent path in Mansukh. Nothing bad, right? Her fears that whatever she was feeling was actually there was soon confirmed by Kazul.
"No, your not going crazy. I feel that too."
Without warning the ground began to vibrate. The trimor was small at first, but quickly escelated. The land shook violently, plants and boulders disslodged themselves, the ground buckled. Vullem had no idea what was going on, and was powerless to stop it. All she could do was to brace herself for the next shock, and scream.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>OOC:
To tell you the truth, I don't think your powerplaying. Trust me, try roleplaying with someone who think's their character is invencible, now THAT'S powerplaying X_X also I'm going to be on vacation untill the 30th
BIC:
Vullem heard Kazul's warning, and quickly rolled herself over. As she lay on her back catching her breath, a large branch snapped off of the tree it had grown on. With a load crash the object landed right where Vullem would have been is she had not moved. A few twigs on the large branch had scraped her hide, but this was nothing compared to what could have happened if the branch had fallen directly on her. Vullem knew her spine would have probally been broken, or worse. After recovering from the shock, Vullem called out;
"Do you have any idea what is going on?"</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>Vullem looked over to where the branches had cut her. Though the wounds stung badly and tiny pools of blood began welling up with some of the deeper cuts, the female didn't think much of it. She had had scrapes before from tree branches, and she lived.
"I just got a few scratches, Kazul, I'm fine."
Vullem said
"But I wouldn't be without your warning..."
She added to herself in an undertone.
Putting the pain in the back of her mind, the 'dragon was able to sit up. At Kazul's remark about whatever causing these quakes was not natural, the color had begun to drain from her face. Vullem's voice was shakey as she spoke,
"I don't know what's causing this...but what if it's something like an evil wizard or a malfunctioning piece of Machina...?"
More color drained from her face. The female felt like she was in one of those horror stories that are told around camp fires that scared her so much in as a young child.</font>