<font color='#008080'>OOC: Before you try to understand this, I would suggest you read Devyn's char bio. It'll help you understand what she is doing. Quarter:Mia Year:3 Day:27 IC: Devyn passed restlessly, her powerful wings flexing and unflexing as her mind wandered. It had been days since she passed the last wagon train. She had earned her meal easily enough singing to the weary travelers. She had easily hidden her discomfort when one had tried to speak to her alone by being aloof. Deep auburn hair the color of her wings flipped over her shoulder as she studied the length of the road, debating whether or not she should take flight to see if anyone was coming up the road. Though her wings and hair were dark, the fur of her body was a light, tawny shade that contrasted sharply and would allow any who looked to see her. Scenting the air, she thought she caught a wif of something, but it was gone quickly. The change of thought came without her realizing. She had scented another pendragon. It would be wise to find them first and see what threat they possed. If it was a caravan, she could sing for her supper, but if it was a small enough party, she could sneak in and take their food. She'd only kill them if she needed. A sound behind her had her turning. There was someone there, but her violet eyes failed her as she searched the dark shadows which she had been traveling. Who goes there? she demanded, praying that she sounded braver than she felt. She was once again the painfully shy pendragon that knew nothing of her past and remembered nothing of dealing one-to-one with others.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Carelessly Tem proceeded from prefered silhouettes, heavy, captivating words fell from the ebony lips. "Should I ask you the same?" Spiked hair hid the satanic glare from the other and thus she proceeded, massive clawed paws striking out one after another in a violent walk. Momentarily the mutated tail slashed from behind the cloak; radiating a hue of dark navy. "Who're you? And what is it that you want here?" Mahogany tongue lashed over the elongated fangs after the phrase, shoulders lurched skyward, leveled with the cheeks in a warrior stature. "Well?" She questioned with a hint of growing irritation. Illtemperance quite obvious.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Carelessly Tem proceeded from prefered silhouettes, heavy, captivating words fell from the ebony lips. "Should I ask you the same?" Spiked hair hid the satanic glare from the other and thus she proceeded, massive clawed paws striking out one after another in a violent walk. Momentarily the mutated tail slashed from behind the cloak; radiating a hue of dark navy. "Who're you? And what is it that you want here?" Mahogany tongue lashed over the elongated fangs after the phrase, shoulders lurched skyward, leveled with the cheeks in a warrior stature. "Well?" She questioned with a hint of growing irritation. Illtemperance quite obvious.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Carelessly Tem proceeded from prefered silhouettes, heavy, captivating words fell from the ebony lips. "Should I ask you the same?" Spiked hair hid the satanic glare from the other and thus she proceeded, massive clawed paws striking out one after another in a violent walk. Momentarily the mutated tail slashed from behind the cloak; radiating a hue of dark navy. "Who're you? And what is it that you want here?" Mahogany tongue lashed over the elongated fangs after the phrase, shoulders lurched skyward, leveled with the cheeks in a warrior stature. "Well?" She questioned with a hint of growing irritation. Illtemperance quite obvious.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Roka slunk through the jungle, working. She was trying to learn some more about the creatures of the forest. Zoology was, after all, her primary trade and she loved it very much. The monocromatic brown pendragon slunk along, searching, in vain at the moment, for any creatures to study and observe. She came across none but her coal colored nose told her of two nearby pendragons. With a half smile on her face, Roka abandonded her work and trotted at a quick pace, towards were the others were. Her caramel colored tail swung behind her in an even tempo, keeping time with her step. Her beige, suede colored body hardly blended with the surroundings and she made her presence know even more with a chuffing bark she let roll from her throat as she approached the others. She approached them with friendly intensions though it looked like one of the congregated females was in a slightly less jovial mood. "Hello. Have you all seen any creautres out here?" She spoke as if to simply break the ice, but the information would be helpful. Roka didn't want to irritate, or further irritate either of the pendragons though she would appreciate some good conversation...</font>
<font color='#810541'>Tem's icy stare was broken from the primary prey and sent to focus upon the new comer. "Who're you?" Tem snapped, tongue slithering from the jowl to lash across parched nostrils. Despite her main attention focused upon Roka, she still had a slight focus upon the other as well, making sure she wasn't going to attack, or perhaps even run away. Hackles hung as if a canopy, over Tem's violent eyes, hiding her facial scars and gradings as well. Claws tapped loudly against a rock; impatience growing at a rapid pace. "Why don't any of you vokcing talk!?" Jaws slammed shut, sending streams of saliva to jet in every direction.</font>
<font color='#000000'>(OOC:This looks like as good a place to start as any) Saanoim was hiking through the jungle singing to herself, and admiring the sounds, sights and smells that greeted her. Her blissful state was interrupted by the voice of another pendragon, who ever it was, they were sounding quite hostile. She decided to investigate. Just beyond the trees, she saw three pendragons, onc of which was in a particularly agressive pose. The 'hostile' spoke again, asking for someone's name and then shouting at the lack of response... Stepping from the trees, Saanoim's black body moved with a warriors confidence, and she spoke to the agressor. "You want a name, then I'll give you mine. I am Saaniom Lukcalee." She stared at her with her bright yellow eyes, "Now I find it only fair that you tell me yours."</font>
<font color='#008080'>(OOC:Sorry for my delay. I've been in Chicago for the past week.) Devyn stared at the pendragon before her, the aggressive one. She knew there were two others in the clearing as well, and that one had spoken to the aggressor. Before the aggressor could speak, Devyn felt the shyness once again fade as images of her past flickered to mind. She wouldn't be abused agian. Speaking aloud, she drew the other three 'dragons attentions to her. "My name is Devyn Tymdlupi. I was traveling this road and hoping to pass a caravan so that I could have a decent meal. Is this a problem?" There were times that her switching personalities unnerved her, but it wasn't when she was angry, as she was at the moment. Neither did she care to hide the scar that shocked some people. Tossing her head, she glared out of violent violet eyes. The scar that cut across her face from her left ear stood out sharply against her lightly tawny fur and tugged the right corner of her mouth up in a half-smile that held malice. Turning to the other two 'dragons in the clearing, she spoke politely and truly. "I will welcome you, Saanoim Lukcalee, and you, traveler, though I do not know your name. As for you," she said, turning back to the aggressor, her voice hardened again. "If you seek to do harm to any, seek elsewhere. I shall not abide by it." Devyn's wings flared, a sure sign of agitation.</font>
<font color='#810541'>Tem's lips twisted into a sadistic grin, jaws parting to allow a malicious chuckle to shatter the silence. Smile fell victim to distortment, disgusted snarl erupting as she threw a glance at the fiesty one, Devyn. "Well DEVYN" She accented the girl's name. "I am Tem. I was merely asking what it was you were doing, no need for your thoughtless aggression. And as for you, She focused her attention on the younger pendragon, Saanoim. "I suggest you watch your tongue when speaking to elders." She found Roka to be a rather interesting and respectful femora and thus she nodded to her and bowed, bangs continued to cover the facial expressions as they always did. "You respect me or at least act as if you do. You earn my respect as well. As for animals, I am a breeder and perhaps I could introduce you to some of my creatures, if you wish." She nodded before commencing forth; massive feathery wings, gashed and streaked with blood, stretched before falling, once more dormant upon the rachis. Fores fell upon the earth as the sorceror forced herself forward, still hiding the mutated tail within the graceful folds of her cloak. Glance was thrown backward, as if checking in the female titled Roka would follow.</font>
<font color='#008080'>Devyn only wondered at the odd Tem a moment. She had come in speaking angrily and glaring, and she was thoughtlessly agressive? Devyn gave her no more thought as she walked away. "I'm afraid that I haven't seen any creatures recently. Tem may be your best bet. If you wish to go with her, that is well. I'm sorry we didn't get to meet under better circumstances," she said to the friendly pendragon who'd yet to introduce herself. Turning her smile to Saanoim, she spoke again. "I have made no plans of yet to settle tonight. If you wish to settle here, I would join you, or if you are going my way, we can travel together. It would be nice to be in the company of another." Even as she said the words, her bravado-however truly meant-faded back to shyness. It seemed the only time that she wasn't shy was when there was a threat or an audience. Traveling with someone made them not an audience. "If you wish, that is," she said shyly. Devyn suddenly became self-concious about the scar that burned across her mussle. She knew is was a mock of grading, though she couldn't remember why. That was a ghost to chase at another time.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Saaniom kept her eyes on Tem as she left. "Respect is a matter of one's actions, not of one's age." she growled under her breath. She turned to Devyn as she spoke. She noticed the sudden shyness that hinted in her voice as she finished. Saamion smiled. "I have no plans myself, I was just admiring the jungle, and company sounds like a good idea. I'd be glad to travel with you."</font>
<font color='#008080'>Devyn smiled at the other 'dragon. It truly would be nice to travel with another for once. She'd traveled alone since her memory loss. She would one day find what had happened to her family. "Let us be along then, and hope we do not encounter Tem again, or another like her. I do believe that she meant me harm before you and the other appeared." Shrugging, they began walking the slight path again. It was odd, she was actually feeling less awkward than normal. "So, where do are you from? I like learning about those that I meet." Though I normally learn without them realizing, Devyn thought to herself. She knew that she would have to, for once, tell about herself as well. She felt comfortable enough with this female that had come to her aid that it didn't seem so bad for once.</font>
<font color='#000000'>So this pendragon liked to start from the begining, that was fine with Saanoim, time always passed more plesently with a bit of conversation. "I was hatched in Aurius, but I've spent alot of my time wondering around, in fact I have't been back to Aurius for no less that 500 years. Can't raelly say why, too busy seeing the world i suppose. How about you, where do you hail from?"</font>
<font color='#008080'>Devyn had expected the question. She had expected to be bothered by her answer, too, but she wasn't. "I'm not sure. I lost whatever family I had, along with my memory 1000 years ago. I've been a traveler since, singing for my supper where ever possible. It seems to be something I've always done." She sighed a breath out, knowing that she'd never told anyone so much about herself. "I believe that my parents were highly graded. I've had nightmares about that night, and that's something I remember being said. That's why I got this," she motioned towards the scar on her face. "I believe my parents are dead, along with any other family that I had." Except on those occasions when she'd leave a village and it would seem like she was leaving a part of herself. It was difficult to explain to herself, so she wasn't going to try to explain it to someone else. "I will find the 'dragon that did this one day, and I will find my memories. I have a need to." Devyn was surprised, but it felt good to talk to someone. She hadn't since before her memory loss. "Please, let us turn this depressing talk. Forgive me. Tell me something about yourself."</font>
<font color='#000000'>Saanoim listened to Devyn's story, it was quite sad. Saanoim felt a tear run down her face. She looked at the scar that marked her companions face, having been trained as a warrior, Saanoim had seen her fair share of scars, probably the reason her own never bothered her."I'm so sorry. I never thought about what it would be like without my family there if I needed them, but ofcourse, I suppose you could say I ran from mine." She wiped the tear from her eyes. She laughed to herself when Devyn asked about her, she didn't know why. A change of mood sounded like a good idea. "There's really not too much to tell. I spend my time wondering from place to place, not really for any reason, it's just something I do. I think it might have something to do with the freedom. I sing for a living, much like you do, it's something I love doing. I feel it's like sculpting something that no one can see, but can still love and enjoy. I especially love to sing in Ramathian, it's makes such a beautiful sound if you know how."</font>
<font color='#008080'>Devyn had trouble understanding how anyone would choose to leave their family. She knew that it was mainly because she didn't have the choice that she felt that way. What if she still had her family? Things might have turned out differently then. She could understand, of course, the urge within to keep traveling rather than settle in one place. There had been many times, especially in Sudesha when she had felt the urge to stay in one of the small towns, but she had felt a deeper urge to continue on. She couldn't repress her smile when Saanoim spoke of singing in Ramathian. She knew the joy well. "Ramathian is our natural language, so it makes since that it is sweeter in song, at least to me. There is magic in songs, you know." Before her companion could agree, Devyn hurried on. "I mean real magic. You can draw the magic of Fronima with it. I remember very few things about my past, but that is one of them. I know well how to use Song. Most songs use either Ramathian or no words at all. It is quite powerful when done correctly, and very dangerous in the unguided hands of a beginner." There was silence for a moment as the pair walked. Always, Devyn tested the air for signs of threat, but she was relatively relaxed. Softly a first, then slowly louder, she sang. It was not a song of magic, but it held magic none the less. It was in Ramathian, a tale of the beginning, of Everything and Nothing, then the birth of Something. It was a tale that many knew, but the only translation for a listener who did not speak Ramathian came in the heart. That was the magic of music, the purest magic.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Saanoim listened to Devyn's song. She didn't really understand what Devyn had said about magic and music, but she let it drift around her as she alway did, but there was something there. The song, no... the magic reached deep inside her, stirring feelings within. She let it take her, an old ballad, with new feelings. This is beautiful, she thought to her self, but the word failed to gave it justice. Saanoim had seen and experienced much of the worlds beauties, it havealmost becomeher nature to seek them out, but this was by far one of the greats things she had ever experienced... There truely was magic in the music, and it was wonderous.</font>
