<font color='#728FCE'><font color='#6F8FCF'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Day[/b] : 14 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Month :[/b] Tessera <b style=color:#90BCBB>Year :[/b] Year 1 <b style=color:#90BCBB>OOC[/b] : Please delete the first two posts I made on the top... Gah! I'm so tired, I messed up twice -.-; Sorry, it won't happen again... <b style=color:#90BCBB>BIC[/b] : Entwined within the obscure vicinity, the placid flicker of cerulean flames, not that of a ground born fire but rather the faint illuminant conflagration of a femme's plume. Aquatic optics rimmed with ebon scrutinized the panoramic view, observing every detail with an immense sense of passion. Oddly she had come out from her normally dampened mood and was overjoyed for no particular reason... Feminine muscles rippled beneath her silken pelt as she arose to all fours, liquidized movements sought her forth idly, without a care as usual yet in a more jocular mood she was at this moment, surely it would only last a few moments before she'd return to her silent somewhat meditative inter being. Svelte physique stepped into the faint luminance of celestial light, frame now in full view. Her figure at first seems flawless till one's eyes fall o'er a massive tear in her side, a lesson from her younger years, one she'd never forget. Reclining 'pon robust hackles, delicately chiseled cranium inclined toward the small stream which flowed before her... A silent hymn escaped her larynx, a hymn she had made up herself out of boredom... It was a typical night, nothing very special in her eyesight... EDIT [spectra diabolus] : Next time just edit your post instead of making a new one. OOC: -.-; No one to RP with -yawns-</font>
<font color='#348781'>Held in between ground and sky, a lithe figure could be seen gliding lazily, sometimes flying right in front of the sun, creating enigmatic shadows dancing upon the terra. Excluding the seemingly oversized leather appendages adorning her back, she was a very "cute" looking Pendragon, slowly dropping in altitude. Ivory pelted, with burgundy hued bladed hair that ran from her head down to the middle of her back completed a docile appearing femme. With angelic grace, she landed, barely raising dust from the dry ground. Squinted eyes boredly scanned the area, she was in desperate need for adventure. Ambling slowly about, galloping, rather, she hopped over dry weeds, eventually entering the vicinity. Suddenly, she darted behind an unfinished wall of bricks, noticing the other femme, who was humming to herself. Lowering her cranium to the ground, she peered out from the side of the wall, her plume curling up to her side. Lowering her lobes behind her head, and pushing her silken hair away from her face, she kept a close eye on the other, wondering what to do. Should I go introduce myself? She thought to herself for a moment..Maybe I shouldn't....So she didn't. How would she leave the back of the brick wall without being noticed? She then remembers a trick her mother, a professional aerobat, had taught her. She was going to lift herself vertically up into the air without having to run for take off by simply using her enormous wings as open parachutes flapping up and down. So she tried it once. Her powerfully built wings made her airborne, and soon she'd be able to fly away unnoticed. But, the dust that was raising from the ground was so thick and abundent that she could no longer see nor breathe. She took a quick, deep inhalation and soon was raised high enough from the ground, away from the dust's reach. The sun was beginning to set, so the other Pendragon hadn't probably seen her nor the cloud of sand she'd created. Hopefully. If she'd had been seen would the other femme think she's a bandit, or a murderer? After all, Naedalya's rather a small Pendragon, who could have easily been taken down by someone larger.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Saqqara Naptilia Triangulars perked on picking up a light sound, her hearing more acute than most pendragons, making her especially aware of her surroundings. In a split second her physique twisted 'round facing the cloud of dust which twas slowly descending. Cerulean optics scrutinized the terrain heavily, noting every detail with caution. A low toned growl emitted from her larynx, a small warning to the intruder. She thought to herself, not knowing who or what had just happened. One of the Graders? No, it couldn't be... Must be a bandit... Muscles rippled beneath her ebony hide as taciturn movements cautiously brought her closer to the strange cloud of dust which by now had nearly cleared. Cranium quickly inclined upward, observing the small pendragon flying a ways above. Penne flattened against ebon pericranium, watching and waiting... It was getting dark, nearly nightfall as she pondered 'pon the subject... Someone wouldn't fly off unless they had malevolent intentions... Surely a pendragon humming to herself isn't threatening? She wasn't afraid of murderers and bandits, she had encountered a many in her lifetime. She could easily defend herself against another pendragon and even if one stronger than her should attack, she could always teleport herself half way across the world, in doing so she would lose much energy but it would be the safest option in such a dilemma. Icy flamed tail swayed to and fro idly, as she thought. Optics scanned the area every few moments as she padded along into the forest depths. This time she was not going to be surprised, it was nightfall and shadows soon lurked 'bout within the vicinity.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Just a door or two down the street sat a red colored pendragon with aqual blue hair who is looking quietly with his deep blue optics and listens with his radars ooc: ears, you know. bic: and wonders what is up with the two females and flicks his tail about, the deep red flame flickering about, leaving more shadows in the night. He turns to the nearest female, an ebony furred creature. Hello, what are you doing out here? It is a rather quiet night, and a dark one considering the twin moons are both in thier new phase. It is also a fine one for stargazing isn't it? He gets up slowly and pads towards the young female and emits a light purring sound to show a non-threat. Optics look around the area, wary of night creatures and bandits.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Saqqara Naptilia Delicate chiseled cranium inclined to the right, giving full attention to the male pendragon who appeared beside her. Placid gaze unwavering yet amiable searched him slowly with caution, noting every detail about his physical being. Soon a crooked smile curled 'pon her charcoal muzzle seeing he meant no harm. Melodious voice reverberated from minute larynx in a greetings... "Ello stranger..." She giggled lightly, somewhat in a joyful mood to see another. Perhaps it was because most feared her and dared not to approach, her repudiation wasn't the prettiest... But she had only killed in self defense rather than in sheer anger or for the sport of it like some pendragons... "I live here, this has been my home as far back as I can remember... I travel quite a lot but I always return here, there is something about this island that draws me to it... Perhaps it's the perfect skies at night... Truly a beautiful time for stargazing, it is..." The right side of her frame was visible to him, she made sure to conceal her left side which was badly maimed, not wanting him to fear her. In fact the gash was an embarrassment to her, seeing so many pendragons with flawless appearances only made her self esteem worse. She was certainly not the most beautiful of femmes due to massive gashes and scars 'pon her physique. It was her life, she had to deal with it all together... But if it were not for all the battle scars, one would certianly say she would be one of the fairest of femmes. Gaze leveled with his, just remembering that she had forgot to introduce herself. In her mind it was rude of her not to give her name out, but she would be sure that her last name remained secret... For with it was tied her heartless repudiation... "I'm sorry I forgot to introduce my self. I'm Saqqara, and you are?" Cerulean flamed tail swayed to and fro, brushing idly against the terra cotta as she awaited his response.</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>His optics looked on at Saqquara and his radar twitched and swiveled a bit, listening to the night sounds of night creatures and the low hum of the breeze. He thinks to himself when he heard the name that he had heard of her reputation, but did not recognize her in the gloom of night. <font color =green>I am known as Dagger, it was the name my mother gave me for the dagger-like markings I have.....and yes it is a good night for that.</font> His tail is held level in the air as he swishes it a little. <font color =green>I live in the northern part of the island, but I came here for business and at present I am in the motel here.</font></font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Saqqara Naptilia She nodded lightly reclining 'pon robust hackles, concealing herself within the obscure vicinity. It was quite easy for her to hide within the shadows, simply because her pelt was of ebony coloration. Aquatic optics banded with charcoal drifted toward the empyreans, she could feel what he was thinking 'bout her. It was a shame, but she couldn't cry... That wasn't like her, she was strong for a femme both mentally and physically. Voice softly resounded, a lower tone nearly a whisper... "So you've heard 'bout me, eh?" A light chuckle escaped her larynx, cerulean flamed tail curling to the comfort of massive forepaws. Silver appendages entwisted 'round her tail and upper forelimb, glinting taciturnly in the faint luminance... She was finding a foundess with his name "Dagger". "Tis a pleasure to meet you Dagger... What kind of business do you do?" She knew if he had Malevolent intentions he wouldn't dare try to harm her, she could fight with her eyes closed and win and even than if she didn't have the desire to fight she could teleport herself elsewhere... Everything was in her favor and she felt quite safe in her abilities... She waited for his answer, wondering what one such as himself would be doing on a "Business" trip here in Ajita.</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Upon hearing her question, he tensed up his shoulders slightly, knowing her reputation and he knew that despite his excellent fighting skills and magic, he would not be a match, plus he wasn't sure what she might be thinking, his tail swished about in anticipation and his optics looked at her with seriousness. <font color =green>"I am with the rebellion, that's all I will reveal. Perhaps you will understand by belief that we need a counter to the graders, a secondary or sub government. I am not one of the more violent radicals, but I will fight....if I have to."</font> He looks around cautiously, keeping an eye out for those that may be waching or eavesdropping. He hears a slight chittering in the distant trees from Torbers leaping around.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Saqqara Naptilia His words rang within her mind, she could not remove them... The Graders had taken so much from her, the death of her husband and best friend was no accident as many had claimed. She knew better, their deaths had changed the course of her life, perhaps forever. Shifting her frame into the light she was fairly large for a femme yet some what "pretty" if you didn't cast your eyes 'pon her scars. Her voice rang, melodious and pure... "I would give anything to overthrow the Graders, but I can't... They killed two that I deeply cherished and I will never forget... And there is nothing in all my power I can do... I can't bring them back..." It would never enter her mind to even attempt to assianate one of them, she was strong but not strong enough. And besides, the Graders would kill her daughter if she tried any funny business. A sigh emitted from her throat as she padded lightly toward a puddle of water. Pink tongue lapped the waters slowly, causing ripples to radiate from where she drank... She rolled her shoulders lightly and reclined 'pon silken hackles at the puddles brink, it may have seemed she was not watching him. But from the corner of her eye, she read his every thought and watched his every move. One mistake and she would teleport herself from Ajita, she didn't want to hurt him... "So... How old are you? Do you have any family... I'd tell you about myself, but I seriously doubt you'd care much about that..." She tried to switch the subject, as much as she wanted revenge she could not have it and tried best as possible to stray from the subject about the Graders when engaged in conversation with others. Maybe in her last years before her life expectancy was over and they decided to depose of her, she'd fight for what she so dreamed for. Till than she was just another pendragon, alone in her own little world of forgotten promises. <b style=color:#90BCBB>OOC[/b] : I gotta go. Night Josh, it's 1:06 A.M. where I live XD</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>OOC: ACK! I want to type something but I have writers block on this one! >.< He looks at Saqquara and lays down on his belly like a big cat and looks at the stars once more, out towards Fronima. <font color green"I am twenty-one, I had some family, but they were killed during some coup, they were not even of high status, yes we were known around the community, but were not totally influential. My two younger sisters escaped and are in hiding somewhere, I survived only because I was away." He looks down and closes his eyes in a bit of silent mourning. "From then on, I turned rebel."</font></font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Day[/b] : 18 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Quarter[/b] : Tessera <b style=color:#90BCBB>Year[/b] : One <b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Saqqara Naptilia She nodded lightly, understanding how he felt. A momentary silence came over her as cerulean optics drifted toward the empyreans, she watched as the stars scintillated within the ebon skies. A small grin curled 'cross her charcoal maw as jowl parted in speech. "I'm deeply sorry for your family, my best friend was sent on a mission by the Graders and never returned. And well my husband mysteriously vanished one day, I don't know what happened, but I suspect it was the Graders. I've been sent on one mission so far and have returned... As for my age, well I'm twenty five..." She chuckled lightly to herself, and arose from her sitting position, she nudged his shoulder lightly. "TAG! YOUR IT!" With that said, her movements liquidized as she darted off into the obscure forests... It was a simple game of tag, she hadn't had much fun since the death of her husband, so it was a change, maybe for the better... <b style=color:#90BCBB>OOC[/b] : LOL! We all have our days when our brain just goes blank! -giggles-</font>
<font color='#348781'>Deciding to return to the area she'd been at the other day, Naedalya glided her way over back into the Ajita Mainlands. There's no way that girl would still be there. And, plus, she probably hadn't seen me. Smiling at herself, body limp and relaxed in the sky, she slowly glided to the ground. She wasn't in the same area as she was last time, so she began to trot rhythmically back to the area with the brick wall. In the midst of the brisk motions, she watched the sceneries she passed but nothing took her mind off returning to the place she'd been at just three days ago, and she remembered all the things that she could have explored: An abandoned building or two, a construction site and a forest. Coming to a very sudden stop, dust raised. She stared at the brick wall and at the spot where the unknown femme had been. She went and sat there, just to measure the amount of space between the two locations, and it was a miracle she hadn't been seen. Or so she thought. The forest was close in proximity to where all this had happened, so she decided that she should start there. She slowly entered the boundaries of the forest and began to amble slowly over and around the scattered leaves, tangled roots and tall trees reaching for the sky. For a split second, she heard a very distinct and sudden sound. That of someone else running. Her neck snapped backwards to see who seemed to be pursuing someone or something else, or her. Across her eyes flashed the top speed running femme she'd seen the other day. She gasped, realizing she'd been noticed. She opened her wings to appear larger instinctively. Did she remember her from the other day? Or did she get away unnoticed?</font>
