<table width=435 align=center style="border: 1px dashed #ffc0ff;" cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0><tr><td><table align=center width=100% height=100% cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 style="border: 1px solid #ffaaff;" background="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/libribg.jpg" bgcolor="ffeeff"><tr><td colspan=2 background="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/header3.jpg" height=175 width=100%></td></tr><tr><td width=50 background="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/libriside.jpg" valign=top></td><td width=375><table align=center width=100% height=100% cellspacing=0 cellpadding=10><tr><td><div style="font-size: 11px; font-family: century gothic; color: #cc00cc; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;"><div style="font-family:vladimir script; font-size: 25px; color: #ff99ff; border-bottom: 1px dotted #ffaaff; text-align: right; line-height: 14px;">OOC</div>Mia, day 20, 81382 <div style="font-family:vladimir script; font-size: 25px; color: #ff99ff; border-bottom: 1px dotted #ffaaff; text-align: right; line-height: 14px;">IC</div>No, Colibri did not wish for death. She did not fear for it either. Though she did not know the land, she saw it could be deadly to move through the terra. BUT. She would stay on the outskirts, observing, enjoying the peace. Since she had come here, she had met more people than she imagined, even without moving to the more crowded areas. Oh God, it would be terrible. The pendragon scratched the left side of her throat absently, staring at the swamp. So serene and quiet. Jeesh, she really saw beauty in everything it seemed. Good for her, more to love. An almost invisible smile appeared on the delicate face. The breeze caressed her face gently, the temperature was perfect(aka cold), and it was close to sunset. Perhaps not an ideal time of the day to explore dangerous swamps, but she had excellent eyes, and had an okay night vision. Meaning, she could afford getting lost in the dark as well as in the light. Spending the night outside was anything but a problem, she had always spent both days and nights outside, and she would not mind spending the night in a tree, though she often was awake at the nights. The young female moved slowly along the border. She wanted badly to explore it, but would not take such a foolish chance just yet, as she had other things on her mind. Like.. Hmmm, yes. Her ears flickered, and silvery eyes moved swiftly across the swamp area as she heard a scream from within. From what kind of creature, she could not determine, but she supposed a hunter had found its prey. Good for whoever it was. It was reminding her to be careful and not become a prey herself as she wandered wordlessly about. </div></td></tr></table></td></tr><tr></table></td></tr></table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color: #4F2F4F; " cellpadding=10><tr><td style="background-color: darkcyan;"> <font face=verdana color=gold style="font-size:15pt; font-family: serif; line-height:6pt; font-weight: strong;"> p h e t ' k n i s . m o i</font></td></tr> <tr><td> <font face=verdana color=white style="font-size:8pt;"> SNAP! The sound reverberated through the stagnant air, filling a scene that was otherwise barren of noise -- only the occasional thrill of by-passing insects, the falling of dead branches, the belching burp of a swamp-water bubble amidst the silence. Following the poignant crack of her trap clenching shut came a horrendous cry. But it was short-lived. Still, the shriek was enough to catch feydragon's attention and soon enough she arrived to the scene of the crime with brilliant, startled eyes and a spoon, coated in who-knew-what, at hand. The trap wasn't difficult to find. It was one of the few she'd set last evening, hidden within a decaying tree trunk. What she saw wasn't exactly what she'd expected. Instead of having had just it's paw ensnared in the vice-grip of the fen trap she'd set, the creature had fallen through fully and had the misfortune to have its whole head caught. Thus, the second-long cry. Phet'knis, who had been skilfully perched atop an overhanging vine, bowed her head and clasped her forepaws together. The utterances that followed were intangible but it was safe to assume that she was baring prayer to Death, baring prayer to the life she'd been given, and so forth. With the skeekipper's carcass slung over a shoulder and the spoon set in her mouth she proceeded onwards though not in the direction she came. <font color=gold>"Might as well check the others,"</font> she reasoned as she traipsed upon the ground. Beneath her her paws made dimples on the soft ground. It was a sheer wonder how she failed to slip into one of the swamp's natural death-traps... Evidently not quite a visitor was she. Her movement was swift but it came to a fast halt when a stark white shape entered her line of vision. A pause was taken and she focused her amber gaze on Colibri. <font color=gold>Not quite a local,</font> she thought with a smirk. On a nearby log she found herself a seat and waited there, deciding to watch for now. </td></tr></table>
<table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" bordercolor="#FFFFFF" width="400" height="200" bgcolor="#EDF3F8"> <tr> <td width="400" height="1" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium"> <img border="0" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g232/kutziod/Snow.jpg" width="400" height="90"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="435" height="200" background="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g232/kutziod/bgsnow3.jpg" bgcolor="#EDF3F8" style="border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium"> <font color="black"> Only just a way further from Coli whom had stopped in her tracks was yet another white thill who was, like her, exploring the swamplands. But Kutz only came here for a project. If not, she would very much like to stay in the comforts of her dorm in Janardan. She stopped picking up the various flora in front of her and closed the jar she held in her digits. She felt a little chilly. Her fur was only thick enough to warm her during the earlier days of Mia. She had thought she was to be here for just a short while and then she would be back at Janardan. Hence, her ignorance for bringing clothes to warm her up. Oh, how wrong she was about the time. Her search for materials for her assignment took longer than she expected. In fact, it took almost the whole day. The young thill lifted her head up towards the sky. The sun was setting and the day had gone darker. She should be getting back soon. Wadding out of the swamp and unto dryer land, Kutz actually wished that the day would go a little slower. She had enjoyed her day in the swamplands despite the cold weather. It was a change of scenery and there were not so many students loitering around, blocking her way and showing her how much of a loner she were. She sighed and lifted the jar to her eye level. She had another jar in her bag which was lying on the ground next to her. In that, it contained several healing herbs she had managed in find throughout the day such as the Khruda. Whereas in this one jar she held, contained one very rare, recently found out by scientists of Ramath, the Bloodweed. Roughly measuring, it was only slightly longer than one feet. Physically, Kutz thought it looked grotesque and had almost brought out her lunch when she took a whif of the plant. But the theory of its healing properties were incredible. Just then, there was a long, horrific cry. It resounded nearby and instant reaction made Kutz snap her head in the direction it came from. She noticed the day went a little darker and felt her heart pound a little faster. She should have been back by now. She started to move her gaze to her bag but stopped midway. Her eyes, now cloudy blue with fear, had caught sight of a figure with thick, white pelt. Then, from the angle from where she stands, she saw another creature, this time smaller and a darker shade. She saw a lump slung over its shoulder and watched as the other stranger sat on a log and just waited. For what? The young thill dared not move. Her jar still clutched in between her paws. Her soaking wet fur made the weather all the more colder, but fear had made her forget the cold. Fear had made her stand stock still and wait. </font> </td> </tr> </table>
<table width=435 align=center style="border: 1px dashed #ffc0ff;" cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0><tr><td><table align=center width=100% height=100% cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 style="border: 1px solid #ffaaff;" background="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/libribg.jpg" bgcolor="ffeeff"><tr><td colspan=2 background="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/header3.jpg" height=175 width=100%></td></tr><tr><td width=50 background="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/libriside.jpg" valign=top></td><td width=375><table align=center width=100% height=100% cellspacing=0 cellpadding=10><tr><td><div style="font-size: 11px; font-family: century gothic; color: #cc00cc; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;"><div style="font-family:vladimir script; font-size: 25px; color: #ff99ff; border-bottom: 1px dotted #ffaaff; text-align: right; line-height: 14px;">OOC</div> Whoa, I had actually missed out that someone had replied to this thread. Two people even! So sorry about the delay and all, and the quality of this post, too much work and school makes my roleplaying dull and reduces quality. <div style="font-family:vladimir script; font-size: 25px; color: #ff99ff; border-bottom: 1px dotted #ffaaff; text-align: right; line-height: 14px;">IC</div> It was almost unnoticed another being appeared. Colibri was in this shape more of a prey than a predator, whatever that meant, and focused her eyes at a spot where she meant she had seen a movement. The white female knew she occasionally suffered from paranoia, and could not quite determine if she was looking into a pair of amber colored eyes that seemed to be at quite a decent distance, which also made it less likely that there was someone there. Yes, her head was not as it should have been. She blamed him for that. More interesting and real was the white being that had appeared as Colibri had gazed into the increasing darkness, or maybe she had been there all the time. The white artist knew that she was a dreamer by nature, and could get easily lost in her own thoughts. Colibri flickered her left ear and turned to face the other white furred pendragon. This one was a younger model than herself, young and full of life. Coli gave a mental sigh as she recognized the incoming thoughts that was the main cause of her life's demons. Very well, she was not in a dangerous stage, but she could never promise anything. " Hoi! ", the white dragon called out to the other in the similar coloration. What was it she was clutching? The female waited patiently, letting her tail slowly drift from left to right in its own slow dance, showing a calmness she actually did not inhabit, but pretended to. All this pretending.. Point was that there might were something wrong since the white thill were just standing there, looking at her.. and something else. </div></td></tr></table></td></tr><tr></table></td></tr></table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color: #4F2F4F; " cellpadding=10><tr><td style="background-color: darkcyan;"> <font face=verdana color=gold style="font-size:15pt; font-family: serif; line-height:6pt; font-weight: strong;"> p h e t ' k n i s . m o i</font></td></tr> <tr><td> <font face=verdana color=white style="font-size:8pt;"> Phet's slender blue tongue slid over the stout length of her maw as if hungry. To a degree that was true; the thill was hungry, but not through her stomach. No, no, it was for the hunt she famished and the sight of the ivory-pelted thill was all that'd sparked it. Why? Colibri was dangerously close to encountering the snapping, cracking, lurching jaws of one of Phet's many macabre traps. And although Phet wasn't the type to wish pain upon another living being, she found the final struggle to be utterly fascinating. The subject of death was one seldom discussed during her childhood for, in honest, many of her family members feared their ends. Unlike the rest of pendragon society the fey are susceptible to many life-threatening illnesses, to old-age, and this reality crept shudders of anxious fear through her father, her aunts, her uncles, her cousins... The only person that the issue did not disturb was Phet's mother. But, regardless! Death and the afterlife were grand seducers and their provocative allure was sometimes beyond the thill's willpower. That nebulous tail-flame of her's waved side to side with felinesque delight. <font color=gold>'Hmn, what was that?'</font> The fey hadn't noticed the arrival of the other thill, equally laden with snow and foreign to the swamp, and had it not been for Colibri's cooing calls she probably would've bypassed the ghastly figure for so enrapt was she with the first. She might've even continued to overlook Kutz if it wasn't for one fact: the two of them had met eyes, briefly. And it wasn't as if Kutz was staring at her with fragile uncertainty like Coli. No, they had met gazes. Hissing softly beneath her breath, Phet began to slither closer over the bubbling, murky terrain. Her feet seemed to hold minds of their own for they placed themselves on the soil without requiring their owner's regard. </td></tr></table>
<table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" bordercolor="#FFFFFF" width="400" height="200" bgcolor="#EDF3F8"> <tr> <td width="400" height="1" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium"> <img border="0" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g232/kutziod/Snow.jpg" width="400" height="90"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="435" height="200" background="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g232/kutziod/bgsnow3.jpg" bgcolor="#EDF3F8" style="border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium"> <font color="black"> The sudden greeting from Coli had startled the frozen, young thill. The good thing was that she was no longer frozen. But one unfortunate thing was that Kutz's hand had come apart and she could only watch her precious jar, as if in slow motion, tiltled downward, pulled by gravity and shattered into a thousand pieces as it hit a piece of drift wood half burried in the soil. She was down on her knees in an instant, momentarily forgetting the two creatures up ahead. She cupped the Bloodweed in her delicate paws. "<span style='color:white'>Oh no, oh no, oh no! Don't die little plant!</span>" Kutz felt a little stupid. But not because of her silly thought, rather it was because she froze moments ago. What did she think she was doing? Camouflage in the dark with a white coat? She gently scooped up the herb in her paws and stood up, stretching her hands as far as it could go for the plant had a nauseating smell. She lifted her gaze towards the two creatures again. This time the darker was walking closer. She looked at Coli, certain that it was the white thill that had called. She talked to Coli while making a motion to the approaching stranger behind her. "<span style='color:white'>S-sorry, were you calling me or your friend?</span>" </font> </td> </tr> </table>
All of a sudden the ashen being did no longer hold any item in her hands, but had let it slid out of her hands. Time slowed down and Colibri saw the jar shatter into pieces, resembling magical dust and released whatever had been in captivity. A needle of guilt poked her in the chest, but Coli meant that the other female had been well aware of her being there, so why would she let go of the jar? The white female flattened her ears, getting cold feet instantly, paranoia was doing its job very well. She simply looked dumbly at the other as the mirror of herself crunched down to gather whatever had been in the beholder. Then her amazing senses caught an idea of what the other thill was holding. Rotten odor? The hint of shape in the other pendragon's hands. How and where? Did she know? Coli's pupils eyes widened as from a shot of a line of amphetamine and she could feel the fur on her body raise together with a cold shudder. She did not register the meaning of the vocal sounds erupting from Kutz, but caught the emotion, making Colibri turn halfway around and finally discover a second being. The white female moved a foot in the opposite direction in a single jump caused by surprise, and had barely let her feet touch the earth again before something snapped hold of her right foot, causing her to lose her balance and sink to her knees with her hands holding up the weight of her upper body. " What the hell?!", she sneered out to whoever was closest and therefore also the one responsible for whatever was happening, according to her wild thoughts running through her mind. It had been a trap all of this nonsense, and she had fallen for it. The jar had been bait and the motion had been a 'go'. Well, she had some genes from her father, and she had witnessed him in action. She would let them feel pain if they dared touching her.
<table width="90%" style="background-color: #4F2F4F; " cellpadding=10><tr><td style="background-color: darkcyan;"> <font face=verdana color=gold style="font-size:15pt; font-family: serif; line-height:6pt; font-weight: strong;"> p h e t ' k n i s . m o i</font></td></tr> <tr><td> <font face=verdana color=white style="font-size:8pt;"> OOC: Phet'knis exhibits a little bit of telepathy in this post, being able to do so because she's a female pendragon. I usually forget this fact! Her face contorted in disgust as Colibri fell victim to one of her traps. Fortunately for the thill the trap was one designed for lighter prey and had most likely not been the cause of any serious damage -- however, it's biting teeth were not so sweet, not gentle, not kind. Albeit small, they were coated in a plant-derived oil that temporarily numbed flesh. Smaller victims could've fallen into paralysis, but, in this case, the oil served only to ease the pain of the wound. Judging by her visage, however, the snow-white Colibri was not at all soothed. Her mind spoke of accusation, of confusion; Phet'knis felt minimal guilt. A soft sigh befell the feydragon's lips, and she advanced more quickly upon the ensnared female with a light chuff of greeting. But she did not extend her voice to talk and, instead, made her way along with mindspeech. <font color=gold>~Do not struggle, it'll get worse. Stay still.~</font> For the time being she ignored the despairing female whose plant she believed would die shortly. Although she hadn't seen the jar fall, nor witnessed what its contents were, she knew immediately what Kutz had lost the very moment it happened. The scent, strong and overburdening, as not unfamiliar to Phet'knis. Bloodweed, although rare, she could find and she did with time. For what? Oh, that was only the Moi's secret. Stopping short a foot from Colibri, Phet's amber eyes narrowed intently on her target in thought. Her expression was gentle, but unconcerned. Apathy was her forte. She awaited the stranger's answer, unmoving. </td></tr></table>
