<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">d a y|| 27th m o n t h|| Dyo y e a r|| Â 2 c h a r a c t e r|| Raven Albaqurc m o o d|| very tired and weak <span style='font-family:verdana'>ic- droplets of the sky's liquid smacked the terra of Watani below. thunder nor lightning could be seen quite yet, for the huge gray cloud had just opened it arms across the land..</span> <span style='font-family:verdana'>of 7 00 years of age, a young Niotie ran through the jungle's danger. tears that could easily be mistakened for rain ran down her sienna cheek. these tears were mixed with blood. her body was ever so sore, running almost the whole day to escape her crazy mother. there was a use in giving up, and letting the angry beast catch her, but death would soon follow..</span> <span style='font-family:verdana'>"She fym's vemp na haja, my...she fym's!"</span> <span style='font-family:verdana'>her voice was a weak wisper, and her speach not very fluent. The young pendragon could only learn so much after being abused. memories of pain and death glued to her mind. her mother and her brothers chasing after her; snarling with rage, the storm coming, her father being murdered by his own mate. The pendragon stopped, so tired...so much pain...she collapsed</span> <span style='font-family:tahoma'>"Tynayma...halg na.."</span> ooc- ello everyone! I am Zoe. Do excuse my crappy roleplaying, it's hard playing a tired little puppeh XP</div></font>
<font color='#A9BBBB'><p align=right>Yankee O'Driscoll found himself wandering off once again, with the pleasant surprise of gettiung caught in the rain. The young nioti had just come of schooling age, and was taking a break from his rigorous language studies. Cascades of massive drops smacked against his features, bringing a benevolent grin to his features. He relished the feeling of cold water down his spine, letting it mangle sapphire pelt as it pleased. In his time of peaceful strolling, the frantic screams of the other niotie snapped him awake from his daydreams. Someone was in trouble. Oh, if only he had a year for every time he was in that position, he would have been killed off by the Graders long ago. Peering curiously around, he searched for the source of the cries. <b style=color:deepskyblue>"Allo..?" "Hully? Umiyma shaja..?"[/b] <b style=color:white>ooc;[/b] zoeeeee. *snog* Hai x3 It's sam. heee.</font>
<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">ooc- SAMMAS *snug* oo, fluffeh ;D ic- "Hoh..?" the voice of another Nioti's voice echoed through her eardrums, next to the rain splattering upon her. one paw was lifted and brought to hit the ground, in an attempt to stand. gaze drifted through the mist "Hally? Fhyta shaja?" her voice was almost as loud as a wisper, trying to call out to the other</font>
<font color='#A9BBBB'><p align=right>Ah. A Ramathian speaker. Sinewy paws sped across the subtle terra firma, digits leaving distinct prints in the rain-forged mud. A few dove coloured locks were tossed away from his eyes. He knew now the voice was of another nioti, as he hastily searched every nook and cranny of his surroundings. Auricles bent toward her next cry and his path was changed, now on a B-line towards her. <b style=color:deepskyblue>"Don't Worry! I'm coming!"[/b] He was too distracted to convert his dialect to her native tongue. For now, all that mattered was making sure she was safe. And so he continued on, skidding across the mud-slicked ground, until he finally reached her. His vacant gaze was locked onto her struggling form, as he hurried to help her up. Time now allowed him to speak her language, and he did so with a beginners prowess; stumbling at times, though all in all, doing quite well. <b style=color:deepskyblue>"Uja iyo uljedhs? ..ni muna et Yankee.. Yankee O'Driscoll. Fhy'ja iyo..?"</font>
<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">ic- scents felt another helping her up from ther ground, as the rain splashed harder upon Watani. gaze darted to her savor, barely seeing him through the water "E...E shemc E'n yc..Shumc iyo.. " all four paws hit the mud once more, standing upward with a struggle. she felt like giving this Yankie a huge hug of thanks, yet she barely even saw his face. All she could do was talk to him "E'n Raven Albaqurc...uja iyo yc ut fall?"</font>
<font color='#A9BBBB'><p align=right>He allowed the young femme to lean against him, shaggy pelt now overly saturated and twice as heavy. A grin tugged at the ends of his maw -- it felt good to be stopping trouble instead of starting it. But his joy was short lived. He understood what she said, but wasn't too sure of how to reply. And so his response was in English, and he hoped she was bilingual as well. <b style=color:deepskyblue>"You're welcome.. no biggie.. an' I'm fine. D'you speak English?"[/b]</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'> <table width=320> Small pendragon paused in her tracks, ears perching eagerly 'pon her cranium. She was not far off from her cave, where she'd been staying for weeks. Her hole in the ground den had not been a very good shelter from weather. Lavender oculi gazed about, until she noticed two nioties. Advancing t'ward them, she recognized the smell of blood, and hesitated. Hearing them speak in Ramathian, she did the same. <font color=green>"Hillu?"</font> she announced her presence quietly, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. She walked t'ward the hurt female, collapsed upon the ground and helped the male pull her up. <font color=green>"E'n Adathiel. E'ba dys u kuba mauj haja fa kum das sy.."</font> she offered, voice still quiet. She could tell the female had been running hard, and by the look of her, she hadn't been running for fun. Someone was after her, and Adathiel could smell the fear on the 'dragon. </table></font>
<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">ic- she smiled lightly against the warmth of a wet coat, yet soon stood up on her own. gaze dirfted up to his misty cranium, not really sure how to reply either "Yes." one word was all she could answer</font>
<font color='#A9BBBB'><p align=right>The new voice startled him some, but the assistance in holding up Raven was greatly welcomed. Oh boy. More Ramathian. Still, he replied in his natural English. <b style=color:deepskyblue>"Nice to meet you, Adathiel.. I'm Yankee, if you haven't heard. ..or Yanks. And the cave sounds good. Which way is it?"[/b] A worried glance was directed to Raven, hoping she was really alright.</font>
<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">ooc- raven jumped a little in suprise, almost falling back over. she caught the glance of yankie, but greeted the other with a weak dip of the maw and an english word "Helo Adathiel..I'm Raven..(thank you)" a sudden cough escaped her vocal cords, interupting the greeting, but agreeing with what Yankie said</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel gave a worried glance in Raven's direction. She turned t'ward the cave's direction. <font color=green>"Nice to meet you both,"</font> she said, in practiced english. <font color=green>"The cave's over this way. Hurry, its going to start raining harder soon."</font> The housecat sized female led the way t'ward her cave. Upon entering it, she gathered the dry twigs and small logs she'd gathered when she arrive and uttered a small incantation. <font color=green>"Ledhs."</font> The twigs burst into flame and the pendragon helped the young nioti to a leaf bed. Scurrying deeper into the cave, she came back with a wooden box of bandages and wound cleaners. Taciturnly she started cleaning the small cuts with the cleaner, and bandaging the larger ones. When she was finished she moved back and put the kit away. She sat down near the fire and flicked lavender oculi from Raven to Yankee, and back again. She said nothing, letting the silence continue.</font>
