<h4>Out of Character</h4>Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=12Stormwing</a> and whomever else would like to join in. What: Nothing in particular. Where: Middle of the Pwa desert. When: Mid-afternoon, Dyo Day 16 Year 81379 (5). Rated: PG-14. <h4>In Character</h4>The air was dry, the sands were hot, and the Pwa desert was barren — save for a slender form which sprung across the dunes like a spider on a griddle. It was a young pendragon, her light brown fur glowing under the sun's beating rays as she loped across the desert sands. Her white paws whisked her swiftly across the stretches of wasteland, lest they be fried a toasty golden brown, and her frosted ears were held vertically despite her speed, capturing any coolness there was in the air and transferring it through her spry form. Her name was Stormwing, and she looked truly lithe and powerful as she swept across Pwa's breadth, her feet moving so quickly that it was as if she had little wings attached to her ankles. But, alas, as the female finally drew up at the base of a dune, panting heavily, it was apparent that she was nimble without the use of feathered gear on her paws. She paused for a full minute, peered around with her mismatched gaze, and then bounded off in a totally new direction, her tufted tail waggling behind her as she went. It was not readily apparent where she was going, or even what she was doing, as her mitts beat a steady tattoo, a cloud of desert dust furling in her wake. Was she hunting? Searching? Or merely playing under a warm Spring sun, ready for a distraction to spring up from the sands, like a mirage?
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Kojset Geajja (18/M)</td></tr></table> Burnout. A sad thing to happen to machinery. What should he expect though? It was a desert. And deserts are hot. He sat on the sands examining his metal wings. He took off his shirt and sat on it instead of the sand. The sand was burning him. <span style='color:green'>"Today... is not a good day.. to wear black. Haven't felt this much heat since I was back home.</span> He took his mini-screwdriver from out of the socket in the wings. He knew making something like that would come in handy one day. He unscrewed one of the compartments. Steam. Lots of steam. <span style='color:green'>"Jeez," </span>he said to himself.<span style='color:green'>"I could boil an egg in here. There's no way I could fix it in this much heat. Looks like I'm walking.."</span> He stood up and picked his shirt off the ground. He dusted any remaining sand off of it and tied it around his head. Some shade is better than none, he thought. He picked up his creation and put it under his left arm. He looked left and right but he didn't know which way he should go, or where he came from. He turned around and saw sand kick up from afar. A slight wind, perhaps, moving in the distance. As he looked closer, he noticed the sand was still picking up. It couldn't have been wind. It was too big. A sandstorm? No, too small. He walked closer to whatever it was, only to have it pass by him in an instant. He spun around and noticed it was still moving. <span style='color:green'>"What was that?"</span> he asked himself. Whatever it was, it was fast. Really fast. He brushed off any dust that had found it self off the ground and on his brown fur. He began to get curious as to what was it that just ran off. Maybe it was going home. Maybe it knew a way out of this maze without walls. Even better, it knew where food was. And he was hungry. Very hungry. <span style='color:green'>"Well I'm not going to get anywhere just standing here. Food, here I come!"</span> So, he began pursuing the fast moving... whatever it was.
Out of Character Worst (28/F) Across the blistering hot sands of the Pwa Desert came a dark shape, very visable in contrast to the bright gold of the sands. One might assume it was a mirage or perhaps a unusually colored desert dwelling fauna. But upon closer inspection the dark shape turned out to be a rugged looking pendragon; a female at that. Her charcoal colored pelt stuck out at odd angles and her entire body was covered in a coat of fine dust. Her pace was slow and she dragged her feet every now and then, the exposed talons making a faint scraping noise. The sun bore down on her back as she trudged along, elongated tail hanging limply behind her. Her body had been devoid of water and food for a few days now; the supplies she had stolen had long since run out. The desert was beginning to take its toll. Worst paused for a moment, lifting her head to the sky. A low growl fled from her lips as she cursed her luck. She was lost and had been for close to a week. What led her to stray into the Pwa Desert was still unknown to her but she cursed it as well. The female continued along at her slow almost sickly pace, tounge lolling out of her mouth. She chuckled softly to herself after a few moments, amused at the morbid facts. "<span style='color:tan'>I'm going to die in this desert and no one will know. They may never even find my body!</span>" She laughed loudly and looked around, deep violet eyes glittering with morbid satisfaction. It was then she spotted a rather large cloud of dust moving closer at a rapid pace. Her torn ears perked in interest. "<span style='color:tan'>What the devil is that..?</span>" She stopped, awaiting the inevitable approach of the thing creating the unusual cloud.
The desert was hotter than a frying pan, but as Stormwing wove and darted across the sloping dunes, the lightest hint of a breeze tickled at her ears, and tousled through the bladed fur along her spine. This tiniest breath of wind gave the thill an extra spring in her step, and her paws thumped a decible louder as her pace quickened. She flashed across the sands, soaring through the searing heat as if this arrid place was her home, and she was accustomed to these baking temperatures. Truth be told, her muscles were almost liquid beneath her pelt, hot as sizzling butter, and she knew it would not be long before she was overcome by the dryness, and her romp across the Pwa would have to come to a halt. But, until then, she continued to run. She planned to continue until her legs gave out and her breath was ripped from her chest by the piping hot air, but something distracted her attention, and she slowed. Whatever trace of a zephyr that had been teasing her disappeared, and she was eventually left standing in the broiling rays of sun, squinting into the distance. Was that...? Storm's ears flicked, and she tilted her head, craning her neck as she tried to peer harder. There was no way in hell that what she saw was what she thought it was. It had to be some sort of peculiar mirage. Breaking into a fresh trot, careful to splay her paws and keep them on the sparking hot sands only milliseconds at a time, Winger made her way towards the distracting, disturbingly familiar sight. It didn't take long for her doubts to be confirmed — it wasn't what she'd thought it was at all. This thing had a scent, and it was that of a female pendragon. It was an overbaked, crisp, dry odor, but still real and somehow comforting in its strangeness. "Hey... are you okay?" Her voice broke through the air thick with heat, as Stormwing drew up next to a darkly-colored female, whom was slouching over the sands as if she carried and invisible burden upon her back... or as if she hadn't had proper nutrition in a few days. The banded youth only had to take a second's brief look at the other pendragon, before she toppled over, flopped in the hot sands for a few seconds, then regained her feet again, a tin pouch of water held firmly in her muzzle. "Mff tsake tsis watuhr, ehh?"
<span style='color:green'>"Whew, that's too fast.</span> Kojset had slowed down to a walking pace. What had been running, had just stopped. No need to run after it since it wasn't moving. As Koj walked and caught his breath, he found out what the figure really was. It wasn't an 'it', but rather a 'she'. The female pendragon had stopped to help out another pendragon. But where did this other girl come from? <span style='color:green'>Maybe civilization is close by.</span> Koj picked up his pace trying to reach them. He could feel a slight breeze coming from his faster pace. He took the black shirt off of his head as he approached the two femmes. Judging by the look of the darker pendragon, there was no towns for miles. The runner was readily prepared with water, but he thought it would look rude to ask for some. Either that, or it was his male pride acting against his will.<span style='color:green'> "Umm.. hey. Need any help?"</span> A stupid question. When he thought it over to himself, he knew he had nothing he could help with. After all, he also, was in need of help, or at least directions to the nearest oasis. He tied his shirt over his head again. Maybe it will keep his brain from frying.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Nasul Hygat / The Velvet Monster, 14 :D </td></tr></table> The Velvet Monster galloped across the arid desert on all fours without heed, part of a sophisticated endurance trial for his new body. He would proceed with a long trip spanning the entire globe, thousands of miles, swimming, leaping and running, until the genetically altered body either couldn't take it any more, or he arrived back at the school. Judging by weather conditions around the globe, and several current disasters, he would be able to push his body to the limit, finding out how long until it needed food or water, or rest... He had made it halfway through the desert, which was a good sign. He felt just as good as when he had left, and didn't have a need for either food, or the most important thing, water. Surprisingly the self cooling gene he had implanted in the blood stream was doing well, keeping his tempature at a much better one than another with his coloration would be through the physical strain and heat against his shining dark fur. He continued on, making several mental notes at his performance. He suddenly spotted something to his side, the tiniest glimmer of metal. Maybe he could rest for a few second under some shade... He swerved and altered his path, a cloud of dust slowly overtaking his previous path. Soon he was travelling at max speed towards the small party, which he could now make out as three travellers. At least they might be able to provide him with any updated news about weather or world events that might hinder his progress... He slid to a stop a few metres from them, showering them accidentally with dust and sand. He looked them over for a few moments, examining them for dangerous weapons or any threat. Then he began speaking in a calm light formal voice. <span style='color:green'>Excuse me? Im a traveller new to these parts, just wondering if I could have an update on any new events to these parts, bad weather or such, could anyone please help me out? I might be able to offer news in return?</span> He paused, his heartbeat dropping to a steady thud... thud... thud.. in seconds, his red eyes focused at the horizon behind them all...
Nekhalla appeared out of the sand, out of a hole that then vanished. Only six more charms to go. She looked around and saw a group of dragons. Her Cucu, Dos, padded at her heels <span style='color:red'>What the Hell? Who in their right mind whould be out here if they are not Anubi...This far into the desert if you don't have the endurance or the power you die...</span> Nekhalla thought to herself. She ran quietly over to the group, she was quite confused now...one of the dragons looked slightly familuar. She took one of her hats out and slammed it on her head, assuming her usual look that kept her Anubi ears down so she looked normal rather then looking like the half breed she was. She decided to show herself by standing up. Dos latched himself to her leg in an ovious scardy-cat position. <span style='color:red'>What the Hell are you guys doing out here? Its like 100 degrees and there is no water for miles! Do you even know where you are in the desert?</span> She herself had brought some water, she wouldn't need most of it though unless she decided to run. She most likely wouldn't though. She hated running, it just wasn't her style. She would have to do even less of it if she mastered Paush's telaport, but it was annoyingly hard for her so she avoided it. She was good at that....avoiding hard things. She didn't like working very hard unless it was a matter of need. Dos the Cucu was tightly wrapped on her leg. He was always scared of everything...so this was nothing new to Nekhalla, he was alot like a pet because of how scared of everything he was, but she treated him as an equal because he had saved her life on many an ocassion. Dos was a very good friend for her.
Another darkened 'dragon appeared upon all fours. His emotionless red eyes scoured the desert as he approached the fallen one. He stood a'front her looking down upon the figure. He snarled <span style='color:red'>Get up!</span> he commanded. He could sense that this 'dragon had potential to be quite like him if he tried. A golden Trisk flew overhead before an angry screeching was released from it's slightly open beak. It began to dive-bomb, straight at Nekhalla and Dos. If it was not from the call of a <span style='color:blue'>Sy Fmed!</span> at a close, but still far distance, the Trisk would have willingly pummled them both. It hovered in midair, the desert sun catching it's feathers in a gleam as it awaiting she who had called. As she approached the Trisk lighted upon her shoulder. A scornful glance was cast upon Nekhalla and Dos as she passed them.
Dos reacted instantly...and not in the normal way. Dos snarled and launched himself at the Trisk. Nekhalla was surprised and fumbled for a bit. Dos was quicker in the form too. He was already at the Trisk at full power, he oviously felt threatened by it. <span style='color:red'>Come on...where is it....</span> Nekhalla was fumbling with a necklace with what looked like a bunch of animal charms on it. What she was looking for was oviously not there and frustrating her. <span style='color:red'>Just hope he doesn't hurt anyone...</span> She dug thru her bag till she found a seal, she traced the outer engraving with her finger...Nothing happened <span style='color:red'>Oh come on, don't die on me now...</span>
Whap, whap, whap She listened to the rhythm of her flapping wings. Below her stretched the entire Pwa Desert. Her bag was resting on her back while she flew pass many sand dunes. She didn't realize it until the last moment. Her bag had slowly moved to the edge of her body and then it fell. Kutz reached out a hand to grab it and managed to get a hold on it by the strap. But then the weight and force of the dropping bag pulled her downwards. She panicked and lost her balance. Lost her concentration in flying. It all happened so fast and now she found herself falling...falling... a blury white figure dropping down like a hot potato. Wait. If she hit the ground, it might result in a broken bone. Eyes wide with fear, she spread her wings out to start flying again. It was too late and she felt the hot ground before she even reached it. Luckily for her, the short flight helped smoothen her fall. She lay on the sand, glad to be concious and alive, and tried to move her body parts one by one. So far so good. No broken bones. She sat up and looked around. She might be in the middle of the desert, she didn't know. Maybe she'd take a walk through it. After the fall, she wasn't up to flying yet. Her bag lay beside her and some of its contents had fallen out. A bottle of water, some papers, and a book. She got up and began stuffing them back inside the bag. Then she looked around to see if there are any anubis around or someone that could help her. Because frankly, she really wasn't good in telling which way is where. Especially in a desert like this.
<h4>Out of Character</h4> Errh... this thread is getting out of hand. I originally intended this for 1-3 people, but I can handle this many. However, what I can't tolerate is no posting order. Please do not post out of turn — give everyone their opportunity to reply. I'll post the posting order, just to make this easy on everybody. The posting order from this post onwards is as follows: - Leah - Me - David - Cory - Gali - Sai - Joe And no more people, please. *PM's Gali about a little something something*
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Thanks for posting that Storm, I was wondering what had happened to the posting order. Sorry for being gone yesterday, I had an essay that was due. </td></tr></table> The confusion that had first appeared in the dark female's mind quickly fled as it became apparent that the dust cloud was caused by the chocolate colored 'dragon, of whom was now standing infront of her. A single brow quirked slightly in question and a few thoughts rambled on through her mind. She stared back at the banded female for a few moments before lifting her head slightly at the sight of the water jug. The rugged, dust colored female didn't quite understand the banded female's language but the meaning was clear. Reclining back upon her gangly haunches, Worst nodded. "<span style='color:tan'>Yes.. please.</span>" Her voice was raspy and hoarse from days without water. As she held out her paw, she noticed the arrival of the two other males. Her expression switched to that of uncertainty and she stared at them for a few moments before nodding silently. Worst coughed lightly and shielded her eyes from the sun by placing her paw upon her forehead. She gazed at the two males, an odd smile upon her lips and she turned to the younger looking one. "<span style='color:tan'>I have absolutely no idea. I've been lost in this desert for a few days now.."</span> She trailed off as the loud female approached, tattered ears immediatly falling upon her neck once more. She narrowed her eyes slighty at the lilting tone that the female spoke in. "<span style='color:tan'>Of course. We're out here having a bloody tea party. Would you like some?"</span> Worst sneered, lips twitching.
Once the other female had had a chance to scrutinize Stormwing and her offering, the banded thill dropped the small pouch of water, and then nosed it towards her. It was fairly obvious that this dust-furred pendragon was in dire need of this refreshment, and the young Storm was willing to give it. For, though she became agitated when in groups or crowds, a single other could be fair company. It was only too bad that, all too soon, the pair of females would be joined — and not just by one other. Frosted ears pricked as Storm sensed the approach of another pendragon, and she swung around to see a male encroaching across the sands. Caramel hackles bristled, and lip curled, almost instinctively, as the female braced herself defensively. Even when he got within earshot, and asked a simple, innocent query — "Need any help?" — she maintained a stiff front. After all, it was odd to see one pendragon out here in the Pwa's sizzling heat, but two? It seemed a bit suspicious, and thus the female gauged her reactions to accomodate her wariness. "No. She's just thirsty, and I've offered her some water, so she's going to be... fine." Bottlebrush tail began to flick, and voice faltered, as another pendragon arrived on the scene. This one caused Storm to release a fully guarded growl, her muscles tightening. What was going on? These pendragons were coming out of the woodwork. Was it some kind of trap? Stormwing couldn't help but cast a wary glance behind her, where the decrepit-looking female was reposed, water pouch at her feet. Was this a baited sabotage? Some sort of sting effort? But why in the hell would anybody pull a stunt like this on me, anyway?, Storm wondered, confusion flickering across her face, before her expression turned stoney again. "Who are you all? What are you doing out here? Travellers? News-seekers? Too peculiar for me," the youthful hybrid said, her voice edged with hostility. She stared hard at the latest arrival, sensing something manufactured about him, and her nape bristled. "What do you really want?" But any response he may have given was interrupted by the arrival of yet another stranger. By now, Stormwing was in full defensive mode. Every muscle was coiled tightly, ready to either attack or spring away — whichever she deemed was more proper. Her ears were erect at an aggressive and indomitable angle, and her tail lashed. This was too strange... and angering, as well. Regardless of whether these pendragons were really on some sort of capture mission, their presences were agitating the young Stormwing. It had been fine when it had just been her and the other female — this was just too much. And what was more, the latest 'dragon had quite a sharp tongue on her. Storm slowly arched her neck and stared at the female, obviously an anubial, if not fully-blooded. Her remark of "What the hell?" caused a serpent of indignant anger to wriggle in Storm's chest, and what with the stress of all these strangers surrounding her, she did nothing at all to keep it at bay. "What the hell am I doing out here? I was on a simple jaunt across the Pwa, expecting nothing more than stretches of sand and a bit of heat. I'm fully prepared for it, too, but what I'm not prepared for is this random deluge of strangers. What the hell are you doing here? What are you all doing here? Since when do pendragons randomly congregate in boiling hot deserts?" Stormwing spat. Completely at her wit's end as yet another male joined the group, Storm let herself fall to her toned haunches, and just stare incredulously at all the others with her mismatched gaze. She could be a perfectly hospitable creature, when the atmosphere was proper. But she was surrounded by a bunch of foreign faces, and some of them were, as the teenager idly thought to herself, pretentious as fuck. They'd come from nowhere, and had shown up in a legion in the very last place Stormwing expected to see a gang of pendragons. They disconcerted and upset her, causing her to hiss and spit and react badly. She just wanted them to back off, go back to where they came from... and stop pressing their hot bodies so close to her. It was hot enough already. It was a good thing she didn't realize that yet another was just on the fringes of her field of vision. She had a feeling that if anymore pendragons arrived, she'd have a real fit.
When qustions begin to get asked, Kojset begins thinking. Now, he was really thinking. What was he doing there? At first, it seemed as if he had tried to test the endurance of the wings. But why over the desert? Why here? He could have done it anywhere else in the world, but chose the desert. He then came to the conclusion that <span style='color:green'>"I'm here to test my luck, and I have noticed that my luck isn't as good as I initially planned."</span> There wasn't any logical reason to be there any more. He might as well just leave. So he did. He inched away from the center of the group. Being clustered by pendragons in the heat is not good. He turned around and walked away. Koj raised his hand in the air waving it, not bothering to turn around. <span style='color:green'>"I guess I'll see you on the other side."</span> But then, he remembered. The one reason why he ran after the first form of life he saw was because he thought that they knew the way out. He obviously didn't. |This is not fun.| He turned back around and walked to the group of pendragons. Almost all of them looked hostile. But that's what happened to pendragons in the heat. 'What boils the skin, boils the brain.' Mom always used to say that. It's funny how he never cared to listen to things like that until after he left home. Here he was, with four girls, two guys, and a tourist. Which would bring up another question of |"Why are tourists roaming around in the desert?| A question that he would keep to himself. He didn't bother to ask for directions. He automatically assumed they knew he was lost, and assumed himself that they themselves were lost too. Now, they could start a club of lost pendragon nomads in the desert. The day was just getting worse and worse the more he thought of these things. And the worse things got, the brighter the sun shined. 'The best lessons are hardest learned'. Mom used to say that, too.
Nasul stalled nervously, tensing up, and sensing exposation. But he soon calmed down when he realised the question was directed at the entire group. He made sure to let his claws sink into a bit more before stepping forwards to answer, still being on the edge of the group. Now he seemed normal, or normal enough to not raise suspicion first. <span style='color:green'>I'm just passing through, and I was going in a relatively straight line, until I chose to stop and ask for news of what I might meet on the way out. Maybe it was a mistake!</span> He began to storm off, making sure to walk slow enough so he could "hear" them call him back if they did. If it went as planned, the guilt factor would set in, and they would apologise. Pendragons were so predictable... <span style='color:green'>Just wait until they turn their backs, and then I'll have a claw firmly secured in their spinal column... Never mess with someone who knows anatomy...</span>
Nekhalla tried it one more time....This time it glowed. <span style='color:red'>Cree Dos!</span> She held it out nervously and right before he reached the Trisk, he stopped and changed back to being a scardy cat. He then yelped and ran back to Nekhalla, grabbing tightly to her leg. Once again...Cutting off the circulation to her foot. She rolled her eyes and turned to the brown dragon asking alot of questions, keeping her distance though, Nekhalla doesn't like crowds, she likes them even less when in someplace she usually is alone in. <span style='color:red'>My buisness is my own...I have never seen this many dragons in this desert, especially this close to...</span> She smacked her paws over her mouth. They weren't supposed to hear that. If she said anymore she would have even more of a problem. Dos looked up and mouthed something. Nekhalla turned and frowned and then shook her head saying no. <span style='color:red'>As for what you'll meet on the way, there have been a few tribes of Anubi wandering, don't talk to them they don't like outsiders...Uh, a couple of wierd summoned creatures but, I think they're gone now, not sure though so keep an eye out. They can be a real pain in the ass.</span> She adjusted her hat, it was making her head rather hot, being black and fleece. It was a necessity though to stay normal, with this many dragons around, showing her true self would not be wise.
Thi smirked at Nekhalla as she adjusted her hat. A slight cough escaped her lips and she looked to the sky innocently before strolling t'words the others. Her stealthy Trisk was poused above Nekhalla's hat. One claw already hooked into it. The blacked 'dragon began to back away as yet more 'dragons appeared. A growl began to escape his lips as he coiled into a crouching position. Ever suspicios he turned to the rest of them and snarled. <span style='color:red'>I for one wish to know all of your names and true reasons for coming out here. </span> His deep seemingly hoarse voice, as though he hadn't spoken so much to anyone for a long time was filled with both anger and fear. He thought, <span style='color:red'>If any of them turn out to be searchers or bounty hunters, they're dead in my claws, just as the others were too.</span> A smirk escaped his lips at that.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Wow...didn't realize that there were this many people in this thread! :blink:</td></tr></table> Her ears caught sound and she turned left and saw a huge figure. What was that? A rock? Cactus? She couldn't really see because it was quite far. But she thought she heard a voice. A female's one at that. She didn't really expect anyone to be in the desert but Kutz really need directions. She walked towards it. Closer...closer... and she found out that the huge figure wasn't a rock or a cactus. What she saw made her think that maybe she was seeing a mirage. What she saw was a huge group of pendragons crowded around together. One of them was asking alot of questions, one looked like a machine, another had a Trisk, one was already storming off... This has got to be my imagination She got a little closer just to make sure. Since Stormwing was the closest, she reached out a paw to see if she was solid. She didn't know if the brown colored pendragon or the whole group of them were real... and now she knows. But what she does not know was that the femme was to the brink of explosion. Um... hi? she started, her voice coming out small and timid. At the same time she wondered if she was disturbing any type of meeting at all. ...In the desert? I'm so glad you're real. I mean I thought you were a form of my imagination a moment ago but... anyway, uh... I'm kinda lost... She took a moment to breath. The heat was making her lose more breath and her mouth already felt a little dry. She wanted to say more but decided that was enough because she felt dehydrated. She really wanted to grab the bottle from her bag. However, she didn't want to seem rude to the group of strangers. So she kept her hands by her side and waited for the group's help.
Although she was now seated, Stormwing was as stiff as ever. Her tension only rose when her angry spiel of questions was complete, and the others began to yammer in reply. They each had something to say — some were calm with their responses, but more than one had a reply which caused anger to send tongues of flame climbing up and down the ladders of Storm's back. A few of these strangers were unobtrusive and almost tolerable, but the few that weren't caused the banded thill to become prone once more to lash out again, springs of acid leaping from her eyes and tongue. Ignoring the departing male with his damaged wing, she focused her attention on the also-disembarking "tourist." He hadn't said anything directly offensive, but something about his declaration caused a shark-like fury to stir in Storm's belly. She stared icily at the male with her hybrid gaze, then snarled. Perhaps his thoughts had somehow penetrated the female on a subconscious level, though she was not directly privy to them. Had he spoken them aloud, she would have responded with a tart and extremely aggravated exclamation, berating his arrogant and foolish belief that he could possibly overpower one or all of the gathered pendragons. (Storm would have been doubly pissed if she'd known that not only he, but the dark male, was thinking these thoughts about killing the others. She would have rebuked them both with vicious words about their egomaniacal bastardism... but, alas, she only had a vibe, and not much more.) She was about to punctuate her snarl with some sort of vocal undercut to the pretentious male, but her attention was distracted by the anubial's arrogant words. Her message was basically equivalent to "Piss off, my business is mine to know, not yours." Firstly, Stormwing raised a brow at this. This was the same pendragon that had swaggered on the scene, drawling a "What the hell?" at the group. She was extremely audacious and cocky, and her attitudinal words solicited another snarl from the young, caramel 'dragon. She also curled her lip, expressing her anger further. "How come you can walk in here and demand to know our business, and expect we'll just not want to know yours?" She pivoted her head slightly to then address yet another male, the one demanding to know everybody's names and purposes in a haughty tone (and also the same dark male that was thinking of burying his claws in a few individuals). "And if her business is nobody's business, then mine is also surely nobody else's." How badly she wanted to tag on a 'bastard' at the end of that query, but she refrained. And that was because Storm abruptly felt something touching her shoulderblade. Forgetting the clustered pendragons around her, she swiveled swiftly, half fearing that an anubial tribe was at her back, daggers at the ready. Or that another pendragon had stumbled upon this haphazard rendezvous. She was just trying to decide which was worse, when she realized that it was, in fact, another stranger. Muttering in disbelief and paranoid anger, Stormwing hissed at this newest arrival. "Don't... touch me," she spat. She then turned her back on the gentle lost creature, facing the group again. She was at a loss for words now. She just wanted to give them all a good slam, then high tail it back to familiar (and cooler) territory. But she wasn't so sure turning her back on this particular assemblage was so smart. The only comfort in this moment of paranoid, insufferable annoyance and anger was the fact that Stormwing had a pouch. And stored in that pouch were two military-registered handguns much like Earth's Gaston Glocks. They were polymer framed models with steel slide rails. Caliber service pistols, loaded, though not cocked. These guns were designed for rapidity and ease of use, and she was sure that she could withdraw them and slide the racks, to compress the firing pin, in a few short seconds. And they'd be much more detrimental than claws in a spine. These hammerless, striker-fired, short recoil operated, autoloading pistols could do a hell of a lot of damage, and Stormwing was sure that if this little grouping became any more angering (and possibly dangerous), she'd whip out her "twins" and open fire.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>She added the guns. lol *urge to add laser beams rising...*</td></tr></table> Well, unlike just about EVERYONE else in this group, Koj had no weapon. He could, if he chose to, beat everyone over the head with his metal wings. That would cause some severe damage, but even more damage to it. Which would leave him at the same spot where he was before. Soon the whole group would be arguing and yelling and screaming. And someone will throw a punch, and Kojset will be dragged into a battle he would love to care less about. Oh, what fun! Still, heat does that. With heat comes anger, and with anger, violence. Luckily, they were only up to the anger phase. |Did I really have to stop? Ok, logical thinking time. If I head south, I'll get closer to where I should be. All I need to know is which way was south..| But it became obvious that no one knew which way was which, even if they did that wouldn't mean they'd say anything. One pendragon was going in a straight line. Seems logical enough. That would be the easiest way out. But the direction that Koj had to go, had to be south. And by the looks of it, he seemed to be one of those pendragons that would point in an utterely random direction and say, "There! That's south. Keep going that way, and you'll be just fine.." even though he knows that deadly fauna and grumpy natives lurk about there. So, asking him for directions was scratched out. Another seemed to be interrogating the entire group. For what reason? Did he need a green card to pass through the desert? Utterly idiotic. Why would anyone give their names anyway? He could say anything from Bob to Shawakamatima, wouldn't make much of a difference. And now, the one he was chasing after had gone off into an extreme explosion. Not a good time to ask someone like that so trivial has to which way he should go. Just like the one who crash-landed into this boiling sea of sand. It didn't look like she was in any mood to answer anyone. Kojset backed up a step. |These people are starting to scare me..| The newest member to this desert group was actually nice. However, she didn't know the way out either, so that excluded her too. The last seemed to be nice enough. She gave that guy directions, why wouldn't she give him any? Yes, that would be smart. Ask her and he'll get out of here, somehow. Back to the cold where he belonged. he itched his head. | She couldn't hurt anyone. Hopefully..| Kojset backed up a bit more from the group. <span style='color:green'>"I don't know about any of you. And I don't want to. And your buisness ain't mine and yadda yadda yadda and all that other good stuff. But can someone please please pleeeease tell me where south is? I'm hot. I'm thirsty. I want to go home. And the faster I'm home, the faster I leave you all alone. And I know you all LOVE being alone.</span> The only type of pendragons in the desert are Anubi, idiots, or lonely as hell. Hopefully, one of them knows which way to go.
