Timestamp: Dyo, 81384 Who: Uajym Wearing: Black jeans He had no idea where he was, or where his brother had run off to. Well...technically it had been Uajym who'd run off, shedding his shirt along the way because the sweater was itchy and he felt cramped in it, anyway. He couldn't remember why he'd run away from his brother, either, only that he wanted the arden back now. He was sitting in the mouth of an alley, watching the people walk by with wide eyes. Many of them glanced down at him, wearing looks of surprise and disapproval, but none of them mattered; they weren't his brother. Grabbing his feet and rocking back and forth a little, he stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth, crossing his eyes the way his brother always told him not to. Maybe that would bring him running; Ujjyf always said his face would get stuck that way if he did it, and he liked his brother's "I'll tickle you 'til you pee if you don't stop" method. He loved his brother. Uncrossing his eyes long enough to peer up at the crowd again, his floppy ears drooped slightly as he saw Ujjyf still hadn't appeared. Holding his feet tighter, he pressed them together, sticking his tongue out at a woman who paused and started coming toward him. "Brover! BROVER!" He yelled, making her back away and return to whatever she was doing. He drooped again, glaring at the people almost hatefully and looking for the dark-furred figure amongst them. "Wan my brover." Or, really, anyone who would pay attention to him. He deserved attention.
Who: Arol Wearing: Ref, ignore doll base and manpurse please. xD Extra stuff: Uajym throwing his shirt away, because that image made me giggle What the hell was he doing in Bhim? There were probably plenty of lovely places to see in Bhim, but its reputation was bad enough that he generally avoided it. He really needed to get back to school. He had been spending his early Dyo break traveling, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had come here to see what all the fuss was about, and he certainly found out. Arol hadn't even been in the city for an hour and he was already mugged. Well, almost mugged. The arden had been able to defend himself and keep his money, but the thief had gotten a few good punches in. Arol was surprised he was able to get away, and even more surprised that the pendragon who cornered him didn't even have a weapon. It was in broad daylight and some guy had just planned on using intimidation as his method for getting Arol's money. Yeah, Bhim was sure a great place. At least at home everyone used Khortan cards so there wasn't much point in mugging. The male wiped his cheek, staining his wrist with red. He wasn't hurting too badly but he was a little messy. He didn't have a towel so he tried licking it clean, hoping no one would notice him. He was alone in an alley so he wasn't too afraid to act like an animal. Arol reduced the stains to a dull pink, and figured that was good enough. Once he got home he could took a shower and be done with it. He stepped out of the alley and turned down the street where he had come from, deciding he was quite done with his visit. The streets were crowded just as they were when he had arrived, but there did seem to be something different. He wouldn't have ever noticed it had he not nearly tripped over it. Arol stopped walking and looked in front of him at a small black furry thing on the ground. It was crouched up in a ball, but by its bright markings he could see that it was a little Yki nioti. Well that was odd. He couldn't have been any older than five, which was fairly young for someone to be sitting by themselves in a city, especially in this city. Arol wasn't the best with kids, but the little bugger looked bored. What could he possibly be doing down there? "Are you ok?" he asked the boy cautiously. Perhaps the kid already knew better than to talk to strangers, but he hoped he wasn't just so he could figure out what was going on.
ooc: That has to be the cutest picture I've ever seen. xD Uajym pouted as it seemed no one wanted to play with him, except for some rough-looking ardens across the way who were staring at him whenever the crowd parted enough for them to see each other. They were the kind of male Ujjyf always growled at; scarred and bulky, with a permanent scowl on their face that seemed to say "I like hurting people." Uajym was too young to be afraid of them; instead he decided if they came across the street he would gnaw on their feet. Or set them on fire, even though Ujjyf said he wasn't allowed to do that because it was more dangerous than usual. What did the three-year-old care? Fire was fun, it didn't burn or anything, why would it be dangerous? They would turn into pretty flickering things, and do the funny dance that tried to put the fire out. What wasn't to love about that? Uajym was unaware he had a huge grin on his face now, and was rather stupidly looking right at the group across the street. Maybe he would go and play, and the flames would attract his brother because they were sure to be noticed by someone. Before he could decide, though, a voice interrupted his thoughts, making him look around wildly for the owner. His ears perked up until they were almost pointy, and he finally tilted his head back, faced with a some-what familiar white figure--Yki. He grinned toothily, his tail wagging as he scrambled to his feet, tripping over himself as he launched toward the person, meaning to tangle his arms around their leg. "Hiya misser!" He shouted, cuddling the limb happily. A new toy! Jumping away from him as quickly as he'd launched himself toward the older Yki, he wiggled excitedly in front of him, grinning happily. "Brover! Look, brover!" He started, turning toward the alley's mouth again and searching for the dark Yki before drooping once more. "Oh...yeah..." He looked back up at the white Yki with wide, teary eyes, his ears pressed back again. "Los' brover..." he fell back, landing with a little "oof" on his butt with his legs stretched out as he ducked his head and sniffled. "Los'...'M los'..." Admitting it was scary; he'd never been lost before. Everything seemed so much safer from his brother's pouch. Of course no one could hurt him, they wouldn't dare, but how would he find his brother again? "Ryjyshaj!" He shouted suddenly, twisting to stare at the mouth of the alley for a moment more. Maybe Ujjyf just didn't understand him when he called; he still barely spoke English, afterall. Finally giving up and diciding to wait it out here, he turned back to the Yki, grinning brightly once more. "Wanna pway wif me?" He pulled a little matchbook and a lighter out of his pockets, holding them up to the older Yki hopefully. Ujjyf let him watch real fire, sometimes, but only if there was "supervision", and he didn't actually touch it; it burned in a way Fronima fire didn't, he explained, and of course he couldn't let Uajym get hurt. "Pwease?" He added, his tail wagging hopefully.
LOL thanks. xD It seemed he had alarmed the nioti, although he hadn't meant to. From his view, the boy looked like just a twirling mess of tangerine hair as he looked around for whoever had spoken to him. The charcoal Yki boy finally looked up and spotted Arol, giving him an adorable grin. Arol smiled back, finding it hard to resist the little guy. Who could have possibly let that sweet little thing by himself on the sidewalk? Spontaneously the boy flung himself at the arden's leg, leaving him rather surprised and unsure what to do. He turned his head toward the crowd of people walking the streets, wondering if anyone was watching. He turned back toward the boy as he offered a greeting, leading to a weak smile from Arol again. Ok, so he wasn't used to so much affection in one sitting, especially from someone he'd never met, but it was heart-melting."Hi there," he answered. The nioti jumped away and seemed to be talking to someone who wasn't there. His brother? Then, as instantly as if someone had flipped a switch, the boy's mood changed completely. He plopped down pitifully onto the pavement and threatened to cry, even shouting for his brother in Ramathian. It was odd to hear someone speak in Ykili, but comforting as well, even if it was just out of the mouth of a toddler. He felt sorry for the kid, he remembered what it was like to be lost. He was a nioti too, although older than this male. It was back when his father was teaching him how to hunt, but Arol had been distracted and wandered off. He had completely lost track of his father by the time he found the Forest Ursidae. It was a majestic creature, bigger than anything he had seen before. He was curious and traveled too close, only to find out that Ursidae were not playful creatures. He remembered having to hide in a cold and cramped cave for hours before his dad finally found him, long after the Ursidae had grown bored and left. He hoped the silver-eyed boy wasn't too scared, but at least he wasn't about to be eaten. But then, judging by the sort of people that were walking around them, maybe this kid was in even more danger than Arol ever was. Yeesh. Apparently he wasn't too concerned. The nioti was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed once again. Arol was once again struck by how adorable the child was as he asked to play. But the simple request wasn't quite as it seemed. The boy reached into his pocket and grabbed something the Yki was certainly not expecting. Matches!? Where did this kid even get that stuff? It was a purely innocent move, but Arol's eyes widened as if the ginger-haired boy had just thrown his pants into the street. "Ah," he couldn't think of what he could possibly say to the poor kid. He took the lighter and matches gently out of the boy's outstretched hands and looked at them. Had he stolen them? Surely no one would have just given them to him. But then, he seemed to nice to be a thief. Arol had no idea what he was dealing with, but he was too afraid to leave the nioti alone. He was a toddler in the middle of a city in Dhruv with a lighter and matches. He was obligated to stay. "Maybe we should play a different game?" he asked hesitantly. He didn't want to let the Yki boy down, but there was no way he was going to let the kid play with fire. "I don't think your brother would want you to get hurt, right?" Ah, wait. Maybe bringing up his brother wasn't the best idea at the moment. "But..maybe we can ask him. Let's try and find him first. Do you remember when you last saw him?" he asked. He hoped that would fix the problem. Maybe he would be so distracted by trying to find his brother that he would forget about wanting to play with fire. At least, Arol could only hope it would work that way. He slid the matches and lighter discreetly into his pocket, hoping the kid wouldn't notice. He knew it was wrong to steal, especially from little kids, but it was also wrong to let children accidentally light themselves on fire, right?
Uajym wiggled excitedly as the male took the fire elements, bouncing up and down and clapping his hands. It had been forever since he'd been allowed to play with fire, and it no longer came to his fingertips when he called--a horrid thing for it to do, really, although he supposed lately it had better things to do than play with him. He couldn't blame it, since it had surely been fire that made the sky go red a few months ago. His parents had been terrified, and they hadn't listened when he tried to explain that it was just his friend saying hello. Uajym drooped slightly as the male suggested they play a different game, reaching up and tugging on one of his ears thoughtfully. "Yeah...but Ujjyf says it's awright wif su-per-vi-sion." He sounded out the large word with some difficulty, crossing his eyes again when he finished to show his opinion of long words before perking up again at the Yki's new idea. He turned, pointing at the busy street. "I go' bored, so I ran away so brover would chase me." He tried not to get droopy again, as that seemed to concern the Yki, and tugged on his ear as he scrunched up his nose. "There were lo'sa peopwe, and he didn' see me 'tiw I go' really far." He held his arms out wide, showing how far he'd gotten, and turned back to the arden, grinning brightly. "Brover's go' lo'sa friends ta find us, so we don' have ta find him. He a'ways says ta stay pu' when I ge' los." He tilted his head, eyes bright as he stared up at the Yki. He noticed the male was no longer holding his fire-things, making him realize maybe he didn't like fire, the way his parents hadn't liked it. He kicked the ground, frowning thoughtfully and scratching his head. "Um...I don' know any other games...My sisser's used ta pway 'kick-the-baby?' You...you don' wanna pway tha', do you?" He asked worriedly, his arms curling protectively around his stomach. His older sisters were mean when they came home, and he was glad they mostly stayed with their friends. He was especially glad Ujjyf didn't play the awful game, but then he was more like his brother than the rest of the family. The Yki seemed nicer than his sisters, though, so he was probably safe. Tugging his ear again with one arm still curled around his middle, he tilted his head, smiling somewhat hesitantly. "Do you know a game, misser?" He knew brother-tricks, of course, like running away so he would chase him--not knowing this was a game called "tag"--or hiding behind crates in the alleys for Ujjyf to find him--again clueless of the game "hide and seek." They weren't games, to him, they were brother-tricks--only to be used on his brother. But then, being reintroduced to them as games would probably change that view.
