Year: 81381 Month: Tria Day: 12th Characters: Mage, Mesaph The jungle was alive with the usual sounds that day. Birds chirping, rodents scampering under leaves, the wind rustling the treetops above, the odd roar of a large animal in the distance, he could here it all. The smells were there too. The scent of fully bloomed flowers and ripe fruits of the jungle were all there. Mage relaxed against the trunk of a tree, and hummed to himself. It wasn't often he was alone, a certain hairball was almost always in his fur. While he enjoyed her company, she was sometimes too energetic for him, and he tired of her easily. A smile caressed his face briefly, before he began to nod off. But before he could manage a few seconds of slumber, Maseph collided into the side of his head. A frustrated growl rung quietly in his throat, but his anger at being woken up soon vanished, and he reach down and picked the tiny feydragon up by her oversized wings, and brought her level to his sightless eyes. The same smile from before returning to his features. <span style='color:navy'>"You know if you didn't fly around as fast as you do, you wouldn't collide into things nearly as often."</span> Mesaph twitched her tail and responded playfully, <span style='color:white'>"But if I slowed down, I wouldn't have as much fun!"</span> She wiggled around in Mage's paw, trying to free herself. <span style='color:white'>"And you wouldn't be having the snack I found for you!"</span> She tossed a berry covered vine at Mage, who picked it up with his free hand. He sniffed the berries carefully, and once he was sure they weren't poisonous, he let go of Mesaph, who plummeted to the ground, and began picking the berries off their stems. <span style='color:navy'>"Thanks Mesaph"</span> He handed the Feydragon a few berries, and the two ate together peacefully. All the time, Mage kept his ears pricked for any thing that could threaten them.
Bugs. If there was one thing that Cayson didn't like about the outdoors, it would be the bugs. Some bugs were alright. They went about their business without a care in the world. They didn't meddle. They didn't irritate. They just did their thing. The bugs that tried to crawl into your ears and suck your blood though? Why did nature create such a nuisance? Cayson supposed it was just another means of survival... but honestly, was blood sucking really necessary? The orange arden flicked back his ears, thwarting yet another bug's attempt to get at him. It didn't help that he was so brightly coloured. His bright orange, red, blue and yellow coat pretty much screamed “HEY, LOOK AT ME! I'M A FLOWER!" He was just grateful that he had chosen the afternoon to get his work done. Come nightfall the bugs would be out in full force, and Cayson would be sure to be out of here long before then. He re-shouldered the pack he was carrying in order to more evenly distribute its weight. A camera hung around his neck, lightly bumping against his chest as he walked steadily along. He felt like such a tourist. Cayson clicked on the small electronic measuring device that he was holding in his right hand. Out shot a thin green laser beam. It still worked. Which meant that he hadn't broken it when he had tripped a while back. He clicked it off and surveyed the area. The terrain still wasn't quite what he was looking for. So with a sigh, he continued along down the path he'd been following. Oh, the silly things one has to do in order to obtain an education.
Soon the duo had eaten the stem clean, save for one berry. Mage reached for the berry, but his fingers closed on empty space. Mesaph had flown off his head and grabbed it, but though he still wanted one more taste of the sweet berries, he gave no challenge to his tiny friend, and prepared to doze off again. Mesaph opened her tiny mouth wide to accomidate the berry. Had she been an average sized 'dragon, this berry would have to have been the size of a small grapefruit to her. She had almost bit down on the toothsome piece of food, but she stopped herself. She looked up at Mage, then (somewhat reluctantly) gave up her berry. Mage flicked his ears in her direction, and smiled thankfully, but shook his head. <span style='color:navy'>"No Mesaph. You grabbed it first. Its yours."</span> He turned away piontedly, but Mesaph looked up at him with indignant golden eyes. She wanted the berry more than anything -- she loved sweet things. But she didn't like it when people, esspecially Mage, didn't accept her gifts. <span style='color:white'>"But I want you to have it!"</span> She pouted pushing the berry to his nose. Mage just sighed and allowed her to toss the berry into his mouth. She smiled greatful now that Mage had finally accepted the berry, and began flying circles around her blind friend. <span style='color:white'>"Wheee! I'm going to get some more!"</span> She buzzed back into the jungle, flying in erratic swirls. Mage called something to her, but she could hear him. She had gotten only about ten meters away when she began to feel real woozy. She slowed down, until she came to dead stop in mid air, and plummeted a couple feet down on to cushion yellow orange... Fur? She blinked, and mumbled <span style='color:white'>"Uww... My tummy's sick..."</span> She remained concious, but her gut made her too sore to move. Mage had caught the light 'thump' of Mesaph falling on something, and made his way toward her, using his hearing and scent to pinpoint the location of the bushes that he stepped over and the trees that he avoided. <span style='color:navy'>"Mesa-"</span> He was about to grumble at the small white scrap of fur, but he caught the scent of a pendragon - a Lukuo like him - below where Mesaph's scent hung in midair. <span style='color:navy'>Err... Hello."</span> He stood quietly infront of the opposing Lukuo. He could tell by the scent that it gave off that it was a male, and though slightly confused, he didn't seem to want to chew his guts out, so he waited for a repsonse.
Cayson had been minding his own business really. All he wanted to do was do his job, be done with this assignment once and for all, and high tail it out of here. He hadn't been asking for trouble, nor had he been looking for it. All he had been looking for was a suitable area in order to conduct a survey and obtain some data that he needed in order to write a paper. It seemed simple enough. Simple didn't always means easy... though Cayson really thought that it ought to. Case looked at his watch. He really needed to decide on an area and fast. Time wasted was time lost. It wasn't long though before his eyes detected a flurry of movement in the sky just above him. “Eeee!" a small squeal escaped the arden as something landed amidst his mess of blond hair. It was a bug. It was a giant bug. Cayson's muscles tensed, a look of complete horror written on his face. Whatever it was, it was squirming around a little. Should he try to pull it off? Would it dig in its claws if he tried to grab it? It was when he was looking around desperately that he noticed that he wasn't alone. Another arden had surfaced from the jungle. Had he been following this thing? Was he here to save him? “Please... please. Tell me it's not going to suck out my brains." Of course, right after he had uttered that phrase was when Cayson realized that he wasn't in any danger at all. This arden who had approached him had a calm sort of demeanour. If there really was some sort of hideous monster perched upon his head, this guy wouldn't be so nonplussed. Unless he trained and raised... no, no... Case wouldn't allow himself to even entertain that thought. “Er... hi," he said in response to the stranger's greeting. “Could you... tell me what..." Case paused and slowly lifted his left hand to his face. Then ever-so-carefully, he gave the creature that had landed on his head a soft poke. It was fluffy. Very fluffy. Cay was so surprised by this that he didn't know quite what to think. He didn't know of any large, brain-sucking insects that were fluffy. “Uh..."
(ooc: wheres the lingo page at? I forget x_x) --- “Please... please. Tell me it's not going to suck out my brains." Mage bit his lip in attempt to stop himself from laughing, but he couldn't supress his smile. This guy thought Mesaph was some sort of monster, and it was funny. Too funny. Part of him wanted to say 'no, she'll just swallow your brains and gut your insides, then turn you into a mindless zombie' but he was too nice. <span style='color:navy'>"Relax, it's just Mesaph. A Feydragon, and I wouldn't poke her if I were you."</span> Too late. The orange 'dragon had given Mesaph a short poke, and Mesaph let out a terrible groan, and dived off of her fluffy blonde nest, and into the nearest bush to retch. She then stumbled back out of the bush, gagging from the taste of vomit in her mouth. <span style='color:white'>"Eugh. Please can I have some water?"</span> Mage pulled a small backpack off his back and unhitched the water canister from it. He shook it a bit, but it was silent. He unscrewed the lid and put his nose to the opening and frowned. <span style='color:navy'>'That's a problem... No water. We'll get some later. The taste will go away on its own.'</span> He screwed the lid back on and swung his bag over his shoulder again. Mesaph mumbled, and found her perch on Mage's head again, then her eyes met Cayson, and she almost immediately forgot about being sick and thirsty. <span style='color:white'>"Who's this?"</span> she squeaked joyfully, flying around the orange pendragon like a giant, fluffy dragonfly. <span style='color:white'>"I'm Mesaph! Who are you?"</span> Mage rolled his eyes at his fluffy white companion as she began pestering the other 'dragon. <span style='color:navy'>"I'm Mage. Don't mind Mesaph... She's always hyper like that."</span>
Feydragon. Honestly, a feydragon couldn't be that harmful... of course, Cayson wasn't the type to underestimate someone simply because of their size. In his time he'd learnt that the small ones can usually pack a good wallop. “I..." before Cayson had a chance to continue though, they feydragon, who the stranger had introduced as Mesaph, had quickly vacated his head. She then stumbled off in a hurry to the nearest bush. Case cringed. That hadn't sounded so good. “Ek." Almost immediately the little feydragon appeared to be feeling better though. Her eyes were bright and golden. Her fur fluffy and white. She reminded Cayson of some sort of little pet. The sort of thing that you might want to keep in your pocket. He'd always known feydragons to be small, but this was the smallest one that he had come across yet. Her companion in comparison was quite tall. In contrast to the fey's light pelt, this guy's was a navy blue with black swirls. Case noted that his most distinguishable feature was probably the pendragon's tall ears. They looked as if they had been split in two... actually, no. They weren't split in two, the guy just had two different sets of ears. One of which that was smaller than the other. Had to be a Lukuo. Cayson had been about to speak up about their water shortage when Mesaph was in his face, fluttering around and squeaking. The arden resisted the urge to swat her out of the sky... in a way, she was sort of like a bug. A cute bug though... if bugs could be cute. Cay tried to recoil and shrink away from the fluttering, but such an action was pretty much useless. “My name's Cayson," he started. Mesaph was in his face again. Yes. He could certainly see how this could get annoying quickly. “Nice to meet you two. Mage and... Mesaph was it? I'm guessing that you don't have an off switch, huh?" Cayson said jokingly with a smile.
(mmph... Sorry for the short post... I have something in mind though) <span style='color:white'>"Cayson!"</span> Mesaph squeaked, still buzzing around him like a large fluffy insect, until she changed direction suddenly and collided with Cayson's muzzle. She let out a high pitched giggle as she stared right into Cay's blue-green eyes with her large, golden ones. At Cayson's comment about no off switch, she continued to giggle, and slid off his nose and back into the air, and hovered before Mage. <span style='color:white'>"I'm hungry... Mage, I'm going to go find more food!"</span> <span style='color:navy'>"But you-- Whatever."</span> Mage was going to finish with 'just finished eating' but he could already hear the Feydragon's wing beats getting fainter and fainter as she got farther away from him and Cayson. He then turned to Cayson. <span style='color:Navy'>"So what brings you to Vivuli Jungle?"</span> It only occurred to Mage that this 'dragon might actually live in this jungle, but a second later doubted that thought. If he was frightened something as small and well, cute as Mesaph, he couldn't possibly survive life in the jungle.
Cayson's left ear flicked although there was nothing around it. He felt itchy. Partially due to the humid heat of the jungle and partially due to paranoia. Well, he supposed it was mostly due to paranoia. He really didn't want bugs laying their eggs in his brain. The jungle really wasn't a place that he was particularly fond of. Give him the smog, the noises, and the smells of the big cities any day... “So what brings you to Vivuli Jungle?" he was asked. Cay shrugged and rolled his weight onto the balls of his feet and back. It wasn't classified information as to why he was here... and while he'd had a strange little feydragon plop down on his head, neither she, nor Mage seemed dangerous at all. “A silly internship," Case said at least. “I need to collect some data on the area for a report. General stuff really... like, what'd a company would need to know if they were going to level an area and build on it." “Dry, boring, mathematics," Cayson muttered. Those words put such a horrible taste in his mouth. “What about you guys? You live around here or summat?"
“I need to collect some data on the area for a report. General stuff really... like, what'd a company would need to know if they were going to level an area and build on it." Mage's ears twitched at the answer of the orange pendragon. He was no tree-hugger, but he wasn't fond of hearing about the destruction of wild territory. The jungle was beautiful, and he dreaded the day when it would disappear as the population built over it. Inevitably, Cayson rebounded the question back to him, adding to it, a guess. Mage shook his head. "No, just passing through. Mesaph caught sight of this place and darted for it... Its impossible to say no to her." He chuckled a bit, thinking of his friend. She was a pain in the neck, and he didn't like having to chase her everywhere. But she was his little ball of fluff and fun. No matter how annoying she got, he knew he would never live without her. "I'm a travelling musician, and Mesaph seems content with being my shadow." he continued, pulling his flute from his belt turning it absent-mindedly in his hand. "Neither of us really stay in one-" Mage cut off. He suddenly went stiff as a board, the markings on his arms and tail glowing ice blue, and his ears pricked towards the jungle behind Cayson. His sensitive ears had picked up a rumbling sound like thunder -- but the sky was clear and sunny. He stared into the trees, until he heard a shrill cry. <span style='color:white'>"EEEK!"</span> That was definitely Mesaph, and she was obviously being chased by something. The rumbling got louder, and a roar of a dozen furious animals filled the air. "RUN!" yelled Mage, pushing Cayson in the opposite direction of the sound. He waited until he heard Mesaph's tiny wing beat rush past him before making a run for it. Feeling his blindfold coming loose, he tightened it as he ran. He sniffed rapidly at the air and listened carefully to everything, pinpointing the position of every obstacle, and dodging them at the last second. Mesaph whimpered, flying close to the back of Cayson's head. <span style='color:white'>"Th-Thagas! Why did there have to be Thagas!"</span> She reached out, and managed to fasten her hands onto Cayson's hair and refused to let go as they fled. The Thaga pack was beginning to close in, and Mage had only just caught up to Mesaph and Cayson. "Shit! he cursed, "Mesaph help!" Mesaph knew what he wanted, but shook her head anyways. <span style='color:white'>"I can't! I can't risk distracting you while running! You'll crash into something!"</span> Mage moaned, leaping over a bush. What she said was true. If she let him see what was going on behind them, he wouldn't be able to focus on dodging trees. He would crash and be Thaga lunch before he could say ouch. He turned to Cayson. "Please tell me you have an idea?"
“No, just passing through. Mesaph caught sight of this place and darted for it... Its impossible to say no to her." Cayson wondered if that meant that the two of them were vagrants. Did neither of them have a safe place to call home? Case looked about himself. The jungle was no place for this Lapices arden to be. He'd lived a relatively “pampered" life so far. He knew the dangers of the cities and streets. Not the vast wild and its inhabitants. He could respect Mage for seeming at ease in this sort of terrible environment. Case on the other hand just wanted to finish what he had set out to do and get the heck out of there. “I'm a travelling musician, and Mesaph seems content with being my shadow. Neither of us really stay in one-" That answered his thoughts somewhat. Cayson nodded accordingly. Mage was gently handling a lute that he had just pulled from his belt. Cay felt inclined to ask about it, but before he had the chance, the entire jungle seemed to be in an uproar. The ground seemed to shake. Angry squawks, hisses, and roars sounded from all over. Several leaves floated down to the ground, shaken off by the trees. Something wasn't right and it didn't take one wise in jungle knowledge to figure that one out. “RUN!" Cay's barbed tail flicked. He didn't need to be told twice. He was quite quick on his feet and broke off into a sprint, his speed hindered by roots, rocks, and other such jungle litter. The idea of running heedlessly though the jungle terrain? Insane. Could whatever be lurking in wait for them ahead be worse than what was currently behind them? “Th-Thagas! Why did there have to be Thagas!" His blue-green eyes widened. No, not much could be worse than Thagas. He was hit by vivid mental imagery of one of those heavy-set creatures ramming him in the stomach. Then those spikes...He cringed in thought as he wormed his way through the jungle. Mage had now caught up and was now keeping pace with him. The Thagas however... “Please tell me you have an idea?" “An idea?!" Cay shouted back at him, feeling harried. “I'm an architect! Not a monster-destroying, sword-wielding hero!" He jumped over a log, feeling Mesaph bobbing along with him upon his head. It was counter-productive to get angry over the situation. Right now he needed to think. He needed to calm himself even though he could feel the adrenaline coursing rapidly through his veins. “Can you climb? If we can find a tree that's thick enough... one that they can't knock over... high enough... maybe we can wait them out."
“Can you climb? If we can find a tree that's thick enough... one that they can't knock over... high enough... maybe we can wait them out." Mage thought about it while they continued to run. But while he could dodge trees and bushes by hearing and smelling them, there would be no way for him to judge the height or strength of one. He could easily end up jumping onto a twig. But there wasn't much else he could do. They couldn't keep running forever. "As long as you can lead me to one. I can tell where the trees are, but I can't judge their size." said Mage, slowing down slightly to get behind Cayson. "Tell me when to jump." He added, hoping the orange 'dragon found a suitable tree soon. He could feel the Thaga's hot breath on the back of his neck, and the sounds of their vicious yowls in his ears.
“As long as you can lead me to one. I can tell where the trees are, but I can't judge their size. Tell me when to jump. " This guy can't be serious, Cayson thought to himself. He could tell where trees are, but not judge their size? What the heck was his problem? Was he blind or something? Cayson chanced a quick glance back at Mage. Cay didn't think of himself as a daft arden... so why hadn't he noticed the obvious sooner? Mage was about as blind as they came. Magic only went so far... which meant that Mesaph must help act as his eyes some of the time. How had he overlooked that? Daft. Daft. Daft. Case pocketed the small measuring device that he'd had clenched tightly in his fist. He'd spotted a tree up ahead with some serious potential. He slightly changed his course, making sure that Mage was still hot on his tail. “Okay, okay, okay," Cay repeated to himself. “Up ahead Mage, 'bout 15 yards. You're gonna hafta... jump, then scramble up... for all yer worth."
(Ooc: Daft considering Mage is blindfolded constantly xD) Mage followed Cayson until he spoke up saying there was a good tree up ahead. 15 meters. He pinpointed the exact location through scent and sound, then pounced upward towards the tree he couldn't see for the life of him. Sure enough, his claws met the rough surface of the tree's thick trunk, and he climbed up a few meters until he was sure that the Thagas couldn't possibly get at him. Mesaph screeched loudly as she clung to Cayson's head for dear life. For fronima's sake, she could have chose to kick that rock into a tree. Why the heck did she kick it at the fluffy gray rock? Why? Why why why? Now they were stuck running through the jungle, with a pack of angry Thagas at their tails. Not fun. Not fun at all. And what if Mage couldn't get up the tree in time? What if he got exausted, the Thagas caught up to him and ate him for dinner? It would be her fault! Oh, what a mess. What a messy, messy, mess. She chanced a glance up, and noticed that her her fears were unfounded. Mage had already scrambled up the tree. Sensing the inevitable, she tightened her grip on Cayson's scalp to prevent herself from falling as the orange Arden would jump onto the tree.
ooc – When you're as self-absorbed as Case, it's sometimes pretty easy to overlook a huge detail like that. XD Cayson jumped. He could feel the weight of Mesaph become lighter momentarily as she bounced upon his head. She'd latched herself to his hair and Case could feel his scalp burning from the constant pulling. Not that that really mattered now. Cayson landed on the tree, his claws outstretched and digging into the bark. He'd been expecting it to be harder than this for some reason. He'd been expecting to be scrabbling for purchase, slowly failing, and then being eaten by the monsters below. Instead, his grip held firm. He climbed up steadily, his muscles working together in harmony. He hadn't even climbed a few metres when there was a thud. One of the Thagas had purposely slammed into the base of the tree. Cay's grip loosened for a split second. With his heart racing, Cayson clung on tighter and scrambled up into the tree. Feeling at least semi-safe for the time being, he looked around. The Thagas had gathered around the base of the tree. It looked as if they were formulating some sort of plan. Maybe trying to figure out who among them was the strongest and would be most likely to be able to give the tree a good slam. “Honestly, this wasn't how I was planning on spending my afternoon." Case sighed as he shifted his weight from the trunk to one of the tree's branches.
Razorback was looking at a tree when he heard a noise...a rumbling noise that made him draw out his flamberge and procceded to see what all the ruckus was. Seeing the thaga's grouped around a tree and hearing voices he ralised that someone had ticked them off and they would likely kill the people in the tree if they managed to knock them out of it so he charged at the thaga's startling them before yelling to the people in the tree "<span style='color:red'>if you dont like the sight of blood id'd look away now</span>!" and started slashing the thaga's to pieces. OOC:um if this post is to graphic ill tone it down ok?
Mage flicked his left ears irritably. This wasn't quite how he planned to spend his day either. He didn't even want to be in this jungle anyways. If Mesaph hadn't taken off, the duo would have probably reached the next town, and would be safely under the roof of some generous person's home, or a box if they weren't so lucky. Mesaph wouldn't have been there to do what ever she did to provoke the Thagas, and Cayson probably wouldn't be in this mess either. Good going fluff ball. But getting angry at Mesaph wouldn't solve their problem. He didn't like to get angry at her -- he had a feeling she was a lot stronger than she let on. He still believed she was an Azetsum Feydragon. He's seen through her eyes when she looks at a mirrior, and looks exactly how they are described by various storytellers and books. She has also done things that he was sure no average feydragon could pull off. But regardless, she just changes the subject the second he brings his suspicions up. Without much warning, light flooded his eyes... No, it was Mesaph's eyes. Mesaph was using her telepathy to give him a look at the scene below. Countless Thagas of every colour imaginable were gathered at the foot of their tree. Why don't they just go away? he thought. It definitely was a stubborn pack. After a long period where all the Thagas were barking and growling at each other, a particularly large one stepped forward and lowered it's head, ready to charge at the tree. The vision went black as Mesaph closed her eyes and tensed up, ready for the impact that the Thaga would surely make with the tree. But it didn't come. The Thagas were getting restless, and Mage could hear what was making them edgy. He could hear a rustle in the bushes just beyond. Mesaph opened her eyes and spoke up. <span style='color:white'>"What's going on?"</span> Mage didn't answer, but the sound stopped and didn't come back. The Thagas had relaxed, and now had their sights set upon them again. A big mistake on their behalf. A dark colored figure had darted out of the bushes, shouting a warning to him and Cayson to look away if they didn't like the sight of blood, before attacking the pack. If he could see on his own, maybe then he might cringe at the sight of blood. Being blind, seeing anything was a god given gift to him, even if it was blood and gore. He continued watching the battle through Mesaph's eyes, until he spotted the same Thaga that was about to charge at their tree, sneaking up on the stranger's blind spot. Mesaph cut off her telepathic signal, but it was no matter now. He knew where it was, and like hell if it was going to sink it's teeth into the black pendragon's flesh. Mage unsheathed and gripped his katana in his right hand, and pounced in the Thaga's direction. Judging his timing carefully, he swung his blade at the beast and managed to cut the creature's flesh along the side of it's lower neck. The scent of blood strengthened as the substance flooded from the Thaga's wound. It fled the battle, leaving only a small number to finish off.
ooc – Sorry mates. Got caught up in all that back to school nonsense. :] Cayson could feel bits of bark lodged underneath his claws. Even in a life or death situation like this, he was already thinking about how much of a pain they were going to be in order to clean. A professional manicure would be in order, at the very least. That is to say, if he even managed to survive the entire ordeal. Cay clenched his teeth together and peered down at the scene unravelling before him. Thagas were horrible beasts. Some researching might beg to differ... but had those researchers ever been chased up a tree by a big pack of them? Case highly doubted it. It was when Cayson was about to let out a sigh of resignition that he heard an unfamiliar fourth voice: “If you don't like the sight of blood I'd look away now! " Blood? Why was there going to be blood? What the? Cay's eyes caught the glimpse of the new stranger. He was fighting off the Thagas single-handedly. Was this dude nuts? Cayson turned to look at Mage and Mesaph. “Mage, I think that this guy-" Mage wasn't there. Cayson did a double-take. Had he been knocked out of the tree? The orange arden's grip tightened... but then he saw Mage. He was brandishing a weapon. Some sort of light weight sword. Cayson watched quite dumbfounded as Mage attacked one of the beasts and drove it off. The stench of hot, sticky blood was in the air. Cayson felt his stomach to a little bit of a flip flop. “What in the name of Fronima...?"
ooc: thats ok Shriker IC:by the time Razorback had gotten stuck into the killing he noticed one thing about the luko when he turned around it looked he had like a vision impairment or he wore a blindfold for the fun of it he wasnt sure. Seeing that the other thaga's were starting to retreat he waited a few minutes and then said "<span style='color:red'>it's safe for now you can come down out of that tree</span>" razorback said panting a bit and then lit a cigar and took a long drag from it "<span style='color:red'>sooo what brings you out here</span>?" asked razorback and waited for a reply.
Once the danger had passed, Mesaph wasted no time returning to her normal, hyperactive self. She dived off of Cayson's head, and made her usual 'greeting' to the newcomer. <span style='color:white'>"Hello Hello Hello!"</span> she squealed, buzzing around the black Arden, no further than an inch from his head. As usual though, Mage plucked her out of the air by her wings, pulling her back a good distance. She squeaked angrilly, but stayed put on Mage's head where he put her. Mage's ears tipped at the Feydragon's angry squeak. It wasn't anything of annoyance -- it was pretty much his own way of rolling his eyes. Mesaph was always... eager to greet new people. He knew it would eventually get her into trouble, but she never seemed to get the message. She always had to rush into everything head first. Mage lifted his muzzle to the air, sniffing around. The Thaga scent was fading, but the stench of fresh blood lingered in the air. He could still hear the Thaga's roars in the distance as they fled further and further away. They were definitely safe. "Yeah, you can come down. They are all gone" he yelled up to Cayson. He then turned to the black stranger, who had asked what he was doing here. "My companion and I were just passing through. We met him along the way." He indicated Mesaph as his companion by lifting his muzzle upward to point on his head where she sat, and he tilted his head toward Cayson to indictate 'him'. Mage wasn't one suspect everyone as a potential enemy, but he was careful with how he gave out his name, and the names of others. The black arden didn't seem to threatening, but he asked what they were doing here before even asking their names... Mage preferred to be able to identify someone before he let them know anything about him. "Thanks for the help. Don't know what we would have done if you hadn't come along." Mage said gratefully. "I'm Mage and this white fluff ball is Mesaph. Who might you be?"
"<span style='color:red'>the names razorback but most people call me scarface</span>"he replied pointing to the scars on his face "<span style='color:red'>and whats with the fluffball? is it always that annoying</span>?" said razorback as he exhaled his cigar smoke though his nostrils before taking another puff from his cigar "<span style='color:red'>dont you know the thaga's are getting ready for their mating season and they are going to be more hostile towards people that get to close to them....anyway it does'nt matter the noise they made will surly attract more so as soon as your 'friend' is out of that tree i sugest we move away from here</span>"
