<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Dyo 1st, 81379</td></tr></table> The dry wind kicked up swirls of sand and grit, moving the dunes in the slow, timeless manner it always had and always would. Atop one of these dunes, clad in the tradition garb of the anubi people, stood a thill. The pleated white linen hugging her body complemented her feminine curves; the contrast between the white and the ebon of her fur pleasing to the eye. A wide gold choker hung from her neck, the front adorned with beads of lapis lazuli while a delicate gold clasp, shaped in the form of an earthen scarab, kept the heavy affair around her slim neck and shoulders. The heat was no bother to the female; born and raised in the shifting sands, she was used to the hot desert sand during the day and the chill air in the night. Her ankles were clasped in smaller replicas of her choker, and her supple forearms encased in glitter gauntlets of precious metal and stone. Her only equipment was a small canteen hidden in the folds of her clothing, and a gauzy strip of red fabric that wrapped about her face; concealing her muzzle and accenting her blood red eyes. She could have been a creature from some lonely malesÂ’ dream, clad as she was; with her plunging neckline and bare arms and legs. But she was simply a traveler, albeit one with a purpose as she stood in the boundaries of her homeland.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I dunno if you mean this thread but what the heck ^^ </td></tr></table> Havana walked steadily through the desert, sweat streaming down her polar-white face. She clasped a large flask in her right hand, and a fan in the other. It had been merely an adventurous thought to come out here. Now she was regretting it.... The femme raised her head to the sky, closing her eyelashes as a gust of sand billowed around and over her. 'Twas a terrible place, and she longed to go back home. But no... she wanted to meet the inhabitants of the desert. A figure flickered some way off... a mirage? Yes. She shook her head impatently and rubbed her eyes. The figure was still there. Could this really be an anubi? The pendragon approached slowly, her brow furrowed, squinting into the swirling whilrwinds of sand. "Ex...excuse me?" she called nervously, looking about her. The wind replied in response, screaming in her ears as a huge cloud surrounded her. She wasn't going to give up. Grunting and closing her eyes firmly, the femme marched through the wall, coating her white fur with golden grains of sand. Yet there was the figure, another female by the looks about it, standing on a dune. She flapped her wings and landed nearby, watching in unusion.
A sudden black tower of sand stacked up feet from the feminine Anubian and her newly known...plaything. A deep grow came from within the sand as it melted away slowly exposing a black furred Anubian beneath it. that of three glowing blue eyes came to life on the noticable Anubian female as four black furred arms as she brusted through what remained of the black sand and approached the two others from after. Her silver clad anubian attire matched somewhat close to the opposite Anubian but the blending of bronze and ruby bits made the difference. He body brusted into a blue flamecoat that whipped out over her form like a wave of chilled sea water. She came to a stop and tilted her head to the side releasing a silent growl from beneath her breath as her two sets of arms crossed over and held her form so. She blinked slowly and slipped her tongue over her nose just standing there watching her fellow Anubian with interest. How this other Anubian could just allow a common creature to come close to her was beyond Kyofu, but she watched nonetheless seeing the interacts hopefully take place between the two of opposite races. She slipped one of her long fingers up along the side of her face caressing over the fine white liner about her eyes that seemed to be uneffected by the soft kiss of her flaming body. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hi! Sorry if I'm intruding or anything but when I see a rp with another Anubian in it. I just can't refuse interacting! ^^ (BTW if you two are having a harsh time trying to get an understanding of what Kyofu looks like I can help.http://http://www.deviantart.com/view/13939574/Click here!</a></td></tr></table>
Daedri's eyes narrowed at the approach of another, and then the sudden appearance of yet another. It seemed not even the desert could hide her for long. A delicate, slightly-less than pleased sigh escaped her concealed lips, pointed audits flicking in annoyance. <span style='color:red'>"Et es syy nokh sy utc yv sha Dypt shus u fynum sejap yv sha fyjlp fethat tyluka em sha patajsap tumpt yv haj vyjaraujajt? Tgauc iyoj rotematt woekcli yj lauba na ra."</span> her voice was smooth as silk, but carried with it a dangerous tone. Daedri was not one to be crossed when in such a foul mood, especially when her only wish for the time being was to be left alone by the world. At present time she regarded the other anubi with as much distain as the non-anubi and displeased grimace -hidden by her gauzy mask- twisted her mouth.
Havana frowned, quickly translating the Anubi's speech in her head. "E un Havana Vjaapin, ump E ymli taac yv hyf iyo numuda sy tojbeba em shet hujth gluka. Es't ni attui, iyo taa." She patted her pocket, hoping the other would understand. "E naum my hujn." After pausing, she muttered something under her breath. Tui he sy iyoj ralybap dypt vyj na. She made a hopeful smile, squinting up at the other femme through her fingers.
Kyofu spoke under her breath in words hat could not be heard as her eyes drifted from the pendragon back to the other. She gave a light glare and shook her head. "Vyyleth vyj u myesea sy kyna yos ull shet fui sy qots das u leba jagyjs. Py iyo mys buloa iyoj leva?" Kyofu spoke with her blue eyes drifting back to the pendragon. This one to was as curious looking as the Anubian. She smirked and shook her head walking down the dune a little ways before coming to a stop and kneeling herself to the shift sands. They particles of sand formed together to form sandstone that Kyofu came to rest on as a chair. She stroked her fingers of her lower left hand up along the side of her face then drew it back resting it against her leg. She lifted her blue glow irises up and looked out towards the dunes that laid before her like a crumped up blanket. A soft chuckle escaped her throat as she looked over her shoulder towards the other Anubian giving her a sly look. "Iyo shemc sy hedhli yv iyojtalv, sjiemd lyfajemd pyfm u myskh ump pym's ra ty...'tsokc og' ut sha gampjudymt fyolp tui." She spoke with a smirk turning away, rubbing her paws together.
A low growl rummbled up from the femme's slender ribcage, one ring-adorned finger snapping up to rip the scarlet material from her face. The black and yellow anubi let the garment flow fluidly from her grasp, not bothering to watch as it slowly disintegrated into sand as it touched the dunes. Calming herself, she poised her body, one hand resting on her hip, the other dangling freely at her side. Crimson oculars flashed breifly, then stilled; a facade of serenity taking over her features. <span style='color:red'>{Telamka iyoj symdoa ev iyo feth sy caag es, poma-hud.}</span> she 'pathed privately to Kyofu, her mind voice cold as the desert nights. To the girl, she offered a slighty less than genuine smile, although it lacked maliciousness of any sort. <span style='color:red'>"Baji fall, meysea, iyo nui utc iyoj woatseymt."</span> she crooned.
Havana grinned to herself with amusement, she had caught some of the words in the anubis' minds. "Ah...qhes tubs uw huatymp gu oua lyfi ym?" she asked, rumaging in her pockets for a notebook and pencil, her eyes narrowed slightly as she squinted back up at the anubi.
Kyofu smirked at her words and laid back against the sand. The little Anubian had bite after all. Kyofu chuckled and slipped her eyes closed leaving the one in the middle of her forehead open looking up to her. She was a poor...poor Anubian. Unaware of the dying breed that they are...were anyhow. "Temka fham pep iyoj symdoa djyf tokh rujrt, Daedri? E'n engjattap." She spoke before fading away with the soft blow of the wind, reappearing behind Daedri reaching her lower set of hands out and placing them on her sides. Her blue eyes drifted up into the direction of the pendragon as they flashed over golden. She smirked lightly and reached her other hands up slipping it over Daedri's shoulders in a caressing manner. "Most of the structures that our kind once dawned and called ours is either buried 1,000's upon 1,000's of feet under the sands. But there was that of Anubian kind that just lived out of tents. You would call them 'nomads' if I have that right." Kyofu spoke in plain english to her tilting her head to the side looking to her.
Havana nodded, and scribbled something down in her notepad, her eyes flicking up in amusement as the other femme placed her paws on the other's shoulders. "Are there... ranks among you?" She felt fairly relived that the anubi spoke English, for her brain was frying as it was.
Lips turned up in a whistful smile, memories of being told the great histories of her people by her parents flooding back to her. She voiced no protest nor shrugged away the touches. Part of her was unsettled by the foreign touches, another pleased; the latter simply enjoying the contact with another anubian. <span style='color:red'>"Yes... these days you'll find that many of the Anubi are nomadic tent-dwellers, or have moved into the more 'civilized' areas of the world... Millenia up millenia ago... there were great temples erected to the gods... stone obelisks that reached up to touch the very sky, and immense statues dedicated to various parts of our culture... However, that was long ago, and as I'm sure you already know, the plague ended the great reign of the anubi over the dunes of ramath-lehi..."</span> she sighed lightly -not in displeasure, but in thoughtfulness-, as a child she had always loved to head the stories of the old times... when the anubi were not as broken up and disorganized as they were now. <span style='color:red'>"As for ranking... it varies. In the temples you will find such, but outside that, there is little left holding status in the anubi culture. We are too few and far-between to have anything more than thill and arden in the common 'dragon's language. But... Such simple questions... you should hurry and ask them before I grow weary of your company..."</span>
Kyofu listened to the words of Daedri as she spoke of the anicent history of their people to this common noitie pendragoness. She lowered his face and leaned her cheek against the side of Daedri's neck snuggling against her young form lightly. Unlike Daedri, Kyofu lifed back during those times when their people was populated. She remembered it all and how things came to work out for her to be sealed away into the darkness of her old tomb. Just because she killed 3 dozen priests and priestesses of opposite temples to show off her power. And to get locked away for that? Comeon! Kyofu looked back to the noitie for a short while then shook her head nudging against Daedri's neck. "Don't rush the poor creature, Daedri. After all I doubt that either one of us has to do anything today. Or should I say that we haven't found anything to do." She chuckled and slipped her lower set of arms about Daedri's waist hugging her closer. It felt so good to feel another Anubian to the flesh. It gets old to easy to really hug up a common pendragon.
Havana nodded, brushing a stray silver strand of hair back from her shoulders. "Tell me more about your history... not yours personally, but your people's." As she said this her pencil scribbled up and down the page, making notes of the abubi's words.
Daedri sighed, wishing her sister was here with her. Ankh had always been better at remembering the details when it came to history. Narrowing her eyes thoughtfully, her mind drew her back to Kyofu. <span style='color:red'>"Mayhap you should be asking this one about our history. She is far older than I, and as such will know more of what you wish to know."</span> she said simply, guesturing to the anubi behind her. In all truths, Daedri simply just didn't feel like answering that particular question. Even hearing tales of the pandemic that almost enhilated her species made her sick to her stomach, let alone the waves of nausea that came over her when she was forced to speak of it.
Havana nodded, her eyes flicking to look at Kyofu, sightly puzzled at the flirty nature of the two anubi. Were they homosexuals? She smirked to herself, but stayed silent.
Kyofu glares a bit at Daedri then drew back from her slowly. "Oh, I don't know...I mean I rather not go into the past. It brings back to many skeletons out of my closet." She spoke slipping her fingers along the side of her face lightly then drew back from Daedri fully. She turns her eyes into the direction of the pendragon giving a light smile then comes to settle onto the sands sitting with her knees against her chest. "I think that you should go and dig up another Anubian to ask about that stuff." She spoke lowering her eyes and sighing softly. The fact that she knew the things didn't bother her, just spilling any more of the Anubian life to anyone. "The books at your Academy...should tell of our past well." She spoke to Havana then turned her eyes back towards Daedri. "Feel free to fade away...I will find you later."
Daedri nearly broke out in laughter. The sand-hag wished her to simply 'fade away'? Oh she'd do that, but the firey femme would have a hard time tracking her down at a later date. "I think I'll stay right where I am..." she purred, absently fingering the strap holding her clothing closed. Attatched to the weaved piece of fabric was a small pouch, containing only a few essentials. A flash of alcohol, a set of finely crafted throwing knives, and a few small piece of folded parchment. It's prescence reasured her, setting her at ease amongst this most unusual company.
Havana looked up, a small smile on her features. "If you cannot tell, then I shall leave now.. I must get back to my dorm." She held a paw to her heart, then turned and marched away, back to the academy.
Kyofu lifted her crystal eyes up and looked off into the direction of the young pendragon. She gave a sly grin before lowering her face away. "I would have told her about our past and what happened. But then there would have been no way to let her leave with her life." Kyofu spoke lifting herself up from the ground slowly dusting off the back of her legs, getting the grains of sand out of her fur. She turned her eyes back towards Daedri, hoping to see that she understood the ways of the ancient Anubians. Kyofu turned her eyes back into the direction of the pendragon as she wandered off in the opposite direction of anything. "Doesn't she know that she just heading off into nothingness? Out that way...she could get swallowed up by the sands or even worse." Kyofu spoke with a dull tone showing no form of emotion in her words. She turned away and walked over towards Daedri reaching out her upper right hand then places it upon her shoulder. Her blue eyes meet Daedri's and she gave a light smirk before taking her hand back and lowering her eyes away. "Ev iyo feth ni iyomd Daedri, E fell lauba ump mys ryshaj iyo uduem. 'E vaal shus ni falkyna hut jom yos', ut sha Gampjudym't fyolp tui." Kyofu spoke with a seductive lick at Daedri's cheek before drawing back and stepping away from her.
Daedri's left eye noticebly twitched. At this point she could care less whether the other anubi stayed or left. Arms were now crossed accross her chest, tail whipping about behind her in obvious agitation. Maybe coming out to the desert wasn't such a good idea. At least, during the day time that is. At night her black fur helped her blend in with her barren and chilly environment, even though it would mean the potential risk of frostbite on some of her extremities. Absentmindedly one hand strayed up to finger the tip of one long ear, as if checking for any damage to the thin extremity. <span style='color:red'>"I couldn't care less where you went now."</span> Daedri muttered, wishing she had brought something more than a few feeble knives with her.
