<p> 22 Tessera (Autumn), 81382.</p> <p><em>A continuation of a <a href="http://legacy.shadowlack.com/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=6739">previous thread</a>. </em></p> <p><em><br /></em></p> <p> </p> <p>The trio had long since come to rest their weary heads, travelling for pui that felt like days underneath the hum of a beast, a magic, that none of them could begin to fathom. After a battery of intense questions from Vaint, Nyym had won the right to set herself down in the enclave of cushions that posed as a guest bedroom. She had successfully proved herself to be a part of the town, or least, a believable guest -- or that is, "Yin" had. So amidst beds of velveteen pillows she lay, her alabaster body fanning its ghastly fins and tendrils in the quiet waters of some stranger's house. A far shot from terran beds, she'd come accustomed to the ways of life in this aqueous... Vaint and Sydney were both there too, each in their respective corners.</p> <p>From Vaint's body she could feel heavy vibrations lifting, the soft murmurs of underwater sleep similar to the deep breathing of REM slumber. He'd seemed pretty exhausted from the onset. But Sydney... well, while her eye's gaze could not make from the shadow an eye from a nose, she could tell from his vibrations that he was either awake and awfully still, or in the first phases of sleep. The thill herself had passed like a pendulum in and out of wakefulness, and now, nearing the very first pui of dawn, she found herself unable to pass back into fatigue. For a while she watched, from the window, the rippled beams of moonlight pierce the murk then moved her glowing orbs over to a street lantern. Beautiful, the arching poles were laced with coral and, on top that, minute crustaceans harvested their diurnal meals. A slow, steady smile curled her predator's lips. It was time to move on.</p> <p>Nyym's body slowly began to rise from its stationary position. Once lifted she swam painstakingly slow, using only the tiniest of flutters, towards the door. Normally, she would've let her feet plant on the ground and tread, the stillest form of motion in the underwater world besides floating but, alas, the ground was coated in pillows upon which the others were sleeping. From moved from the guest room to the hall way and from the hall way to the front door. From there she She was standing there, at the threshold, grasping the knob in hand. Her magic, although still strong, wasn't going to last forever and fairly soon the spell would unravel... especially without having had the right sorts of meal that night, the sort of meal she would've made of Lars. Frowning at herself for having rebirthed the Beta's memory, she twisted the knob and carefully parted the door.</p>
<p>Sorry for the wait and possible confusing details, I didn't read over much of the old thread. xDD So apologies for any odd inconsentancies. ALSO will get better/longer, need to get used to him again.</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>It'd taken a bit for Syd's unhappiness to dissipate and soon enough he was content to be sitting in the dark of the pillow-covered room in this stranger's home. He was feeling silly about his earlier anger and frustration and quickly got over it, figuring it wasn't worth wasting his time worrying about. He sat in his corner contemplating about the beast that had chased the three of them here. He'd heard of the creature but hadn't been able to document them or observe them. Being a marine biologist, it was very much in his interest to be able to watch one or two. He always had this strong urge to learn about the animals living in his underwater world with him. Sydney quickly rid his mind of his earlier invisiblity to the ghostly female. He couldn't say why that had irritated him so badly, but it had. He was so lost in his own thoughts he'd forgotten Nyym was even in the room. And Vanti for that matter. Once the other male had fallen asleep there was nothing but the vibrations of the stranger drifting off.</p> <p>He was quite tired himself but didn't want to fall asleep in unfamiliar territory. He was quite awake as Nyym lifted from her position and she headed out. Curiously, his gaze wandered toward her sillhouette as she went out the door. He wasn't sure if he should check and see what she was doing or just let her be. He let out a silent yawn, running his hand through his scruffy hair before he carefully got up from his corner and followed after the mysterious thill.</p> <p>Syd rubbed an eye carefully as he came up behind her. <strong>"Where are you off to?"</strong> he asked quietly, careful not to disturb anyone and make any more noise then nessecary. He was hoping she wouldn't act like he didn't exist when he was now the only one around her. Perhaps he'd simply been stupidly jealous that Vanti was gaining the beautiful thill's attention when he was there trying to be nice to her. Whatever. He tried not to care.</p>
<p>tee! c: enny enny enny enny! um, s'okay about inconsistencies... i'll prolly be a little off too slash i'm pretty sure my interpretation of aquabat packs was a little off earlier, as they're matriarchical. d'oh!</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>The door opened without much resistance. Nyymbatta stood there, silhouetted in the moons' subtle shimmer, and simply observed the community that thrived around her. The life around the geyser was utterly astounding--surely a marine biologist's dream--for the water that poured from the geothermal vent was rich in minerals and heat. From her vantage point Nyym could make out six different chimneys alone, each spouting vibrant 'clouds' in varying degrees of violet, scarlet, and teal. The most peculiar creatures could be witnessed creeping along said chimneys: the thick and lively tentacled "flowers," unseeing and eyeless salamanders, jagged toothed glassfish, multi-mouthed and ghastly lurchers, and more. Some were beautiful, some were utterly frightening. Nyymbatta preferred to think she sat on the fine line between the two. A saw-tooth smile crept over her face that would have been secret if it weren't for Sydney's silent arrival.</p> <p>Turning so that she could peer sidelong at him, the faux-bat's smile grew longer when she noticed the fatigue in his eyes. Her own were luminescent against the navy-blue backdrop of night and seemed to laugh demurely at the jumbled, sleep-hungry expression that riddled his face. Cute, especially on the older arden.<strong> "No where yet... but it's nearly my curfew."</strong> Behind her long form her koi-tail flicked, mimicking the twitch of an impatient cat. What was she waiting for, pray tell... or maybe, <em>prey</em> tell is more appropriate.</p>
