<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Dyo (Spring), 81380 day 18 Clothes: his blue cloak black pants and a black shirt</td></tr></table> This was one of the most akward things that ever happend to Tela. He was hanging upsidedown by his tail in a tree. If you asked him how it happend, he would never tell you. But here's what happend. 5 minutes earlier Tela was looking at a shiney rock. He held it up to the dim light from that filtered from the clouds. When a bird swooped down and grabbed it, and put it in it's nest nearby. Perturbed by the bird he climbed the tree after the bird. It took the rock and hoped farther down the branch, Tela followed. He got to a point where he fell off, and his tail got caught, he was amazed the branch didn't break under his weight. Hanging there the bird let out a chirp, and Tela figured she was laughing at him. He tried to undo himself, but he couldn't pull himself up. With a moan he hung there, waiting for someone, something to come along.
Lucky enough, someone did happen to come by. Though it was not the most prospective person to help him down. The Lukuo's body was a bright maroon/red; standing like a slim becon amongst the gentler tones of her surroundings. She wore tight brown pants, and her plain blue tank top was so tight, the staps fell from her shoulders and it didn't make a difference. She came unknowlingly upon the strange site, and looked up at the Anubi with half lidded eyes. "You're a strange fellow." her voice was calm, though it held the slight tone of mockery. "I've never seen and Anubi hang from a tree before. Do you do this often?" She crossed her arms across her chest and tilted her head to look up without letting the red bangs fall in her way.
He glared at her, "<span style='color:green'>Well I wouldn't be here if...</span>" he didn't was to tell the story so instead, "<span style='color:green'>Can you just help me down?</span>" Musampa the Fenix, helpless to help him master just sat in the branch next to Tela, looking rather distraught. Tela looked at the thill, why was she here was the first thing that crossed his mind. He twisted into a position that was worse than his old one, his hair was in his eyes. he let out a moan of distain and tried to adjust into the old one, but failed. "<span style='color:green'>Please hurry, I don't want to fall out... </span>" but just as he said that a sickening crack split the air as the branch finnaly gave. Tela moaned as he had hit his head. He sat up and looked around, dazed.
Makara watched the whole thing happen, and knew if the branch hadn't given way, he probably would have never gotten down. She walked over to him carefully. "Break anything?" It was a strange comment, coming in her peculiar tone of voice. But, all the same, actually helping him if he was greviously wounded; well, she most likely wouldn't do it. And, just to be funny in her odd way, Makara waved her tail from the side of her body. Though, with one part of her tail coming from each side, it seemed that she had two tails. Which, of course, she didn't.
Musampa flew own to Tela's shoulder and gave him a worried chirp. "<span style='color:green'>Nothing is broken, except for the branch I guess.</span>" He pulled the branch off of his tail and chucked it aside. He stroked Musa's feathers to reasure the worried bird. He stood up and brushed his clothes off. "<span style='color:green'>So, who are you, I am Telams Nyreot, but you can call me Tela.</span>" he gave a slight bow after saying 'I'. Musa squawked angrily at Tela, "Oh, and this is Musampa, but call him Musa. He was still tempted to ask why she was here, but, conversations start slowly, and, he want wanted to show he was rather a proper anubi gentleman, then the radicals that existed today.
Tela and Musa.. She didn't like how that sounded together, but she kept that to hreself. "You can call me Mak." She inclined her head in greeting. She took hold of her dual tail, and waved them back and forth next to her leg, she felt like doing something, and this conversation was going nowhere.
"<span style='color:green'>Well why are you here? I knowt's stupid question and don't start to rant like my sister. Why I'm here is quite a long story and I don't want to bore you.</span>" He shook his head thinking about how Ryo would rant going on and on for hours, and sometimes days on a single stupid question. He looked over at the swamp and saw the dirty, mucky bubbling swamp, and stepped closer to the tree. In thus doing that, he stepped in a pile of mud. Only one word escaped his lips, "<span style='color:green'>Eeeeeew</span>" The squeal in the word was enough to laugh about.
Makara was about to reply, when he stepped in the mud; she laughed. "Need help?" she did not hide the mirth in her voice. She brushed her hair away from her eyes, so she could see him with both her eyes. "Got into a dirty situation have you?" The poor Anubi obviously didn't like mud, so why was he in a swamp? She had her own questions now.
After his squeel he scurried up the tree, and wiped his foot off, and, got it on his hand. He shook his hand splattering some mud on Mak. He wiped the rest of the mud off, and looked down at Mak. His face shifted into a expression of embarassment andand expression hoping for forgiveness. "<span style='color:green'>Er...Sorry, I guess I'm not used to being around other...'dragons</span>" he said, holding out a napkin type thing for her to wipe her face. A fight was the last thing Tela needed at this moment of his life.
Mud on her face was not the first thing she had in mind. Mak ignored the offered object and whiped the muck from her face with her own fingers. She shook her head and pulled a dead leaf from a bang. "I suppose not," her good mood was gone, which could have been seen as a good thing for the Anubi. "And may I inquire why you are here? This doesn't seem to be the first place I would look for an Anubi. And the reason you happen to find me here. Well," she let herself give a small smile. "I like to spread my knowledge, shall I say?" Mak's voice still held a sarcastic undertone.
