<font color='#555555'><span style='color:black'>ooc:: Well, this would be my first post here at Ramath-lehi.. hope I do alright as a rookie. Any mistakes? Please, don't overlook them; by all means; point them out and I'll do my best to fix them; and take your comments, criticisms and suggestions and use them to improve myself I suppose? So yar; I say or do something that doesn't meld with the Ramath-lehi world; by all means; slap me, call me stupid and tell me what I've done wrong, so I can correct myself and remember my mistakes for future reference :3</span> --- <span style='color:gray'>Year: 81677 Season: Tessera Day: 3 Thus, Revepali's age is: 1200</span> --- Silence..oh such sweet, and beautiful, silence. It was what she seemed to live for nowadays; isolation.. being self-sufficient and living alone seemed enough for the young pendragon; whose striped markings clearly resembled those of a zebra; or perhaps a white tiger. She turned over a lump of sodden earth; a soft mist of horrid 'perfume' permeating from beneath whatever rotting substance it was; causing Revepali's nose to scrunch up somewhat initially; before she became accustomed to the stink; and smiled oddly. "What a unique fragrance.. but perhaps, I have smelt it before.." she muttered in a soft, and almost sick manner; staring lovingly down at her sodden lump of rotting matter as if it were some sort of precious metal treasure. She was collecting today..exploring the place she had so rarely visited throughout her life thusfar; and finding that increasingly, she was liking it here in the swamplands more and more; a desire burning within to inhabit the area; find herself a little 'rathole' to nest in and call her own. It seemed that the many horrid smells that arose from the moist earth beneath; had to some degree; created an air of lunacy about her; Revepali was certainly not her usual dark, solemn self. She was in fact; rather giddy; almost as if her mood was reminiscent of some kind of drunken stupor. Curling her tail about her as she leant forward; gazing down at the lump which now sat snugly between her two forepaws, Revepali gazed down at her find; lost in thought, as her mind took a meandering path through the endless possibilities... Often; the serene and loopy young pendragon would break into snatches of song..beginning with a soft humming; before she allowed herself to give way entirely; losing herself in the music; in the wonder and delight, of her swampy surroundings... --- <span style='color:black'>ooc:: Hope that was alright..do with it what you will..and ignore typose if you can.. our computer's being screwy.</span></font>
<font color='#348781'>Splotch, splotch. Nubajek was wet, cold and tired. Not to mention hungry, too. But had he brought any food? No, of course not. That would have been the smart thing to do. Splotch, splotch. He hated the noise his paws made everytime they made contact with the disgusting mud. But, if he stopped now, he would not reach the other end of the swamp before dawn and all his efforts would have been in vain. Why had he come to these cursed parts again? Oh, right. A dare. A stupid dare. I'm such an idiot... Â he thought bitterly. Splotch, splotch. A dare... Why did he have to be such a proud Niotie? Why did he have to accept every single dare thrown at him? Did he really care about how the others viewed him? Well, this was different. It wasn't just anybody daring me, it was that stuck-up git, Kuentin. Kuentin. The oh-so-perfect 'dragon, always getting top marks and loved by everyone. Kuentin, the one who took so much pleasure in humiliating him, always besting Nub in everything, however hard he tried. Kuentin, his worst enemy, his nemesis. Â Well, Nub would show him that he was no coward, he would make it before dawn, let nobody try to stop him. Splotch, splotch. He tried to ignore the humming sound when he first heard it. Really, he had better things to do and couldn't let himself be distracted. But, as he walked on, it got louder and louder until his curiosity held him back. Who could be singing at this time, and in these parts? Maybe it was a trap... After all, these swamps were known to be treacherous, and dangerous, too. But then again, a peek wouldn't kill him, right? He'd just go and check it out, then leave as quickly as he had come. Yes, that was what he would do. Silently, he followed the sound until he reached its source. His eyes nearly popped out when he saw her. Nub didn't know whether to laugh, or cry. This was impossible. What in Fronima was this niotie doing here? Alone, and singing so loudly. If he could hear her from so far away, who knew what else might come? Didn't she know it wasn't safe? Could parents be so irresponsible as to leave there cubs in such peril? He really should go and warn her... That was the right thing to do. The responsible thing. But then again, he was in a hurry and couldn't afford to lose his dare. And anyway, what if it was trap? Some creatures were known to shapeshift and lure innocent 'dragons... But, he couldn't just leave, could he? ... Hello there ! Are you alone? he began, trying to sound as reassuring as he could. Which wasn't very much, he knew. He would probably scare her away. He always had this effect on young girls - or any girls for that matter. Maybe it was his deep voice, so low it ressembled a growl. Or maybe the dark fur? He didn't know.</font>
<font color='#555555'><span style='color:black'>ooc:: Yay! A reply! -bounces off of the walls- Damn. -slaps computer- Viruses suck.. it just deleted my whole reply.. so now I have to re-type.. merf. It was one of my better replies too...</span> <span style='color:black'>Heh.. the whole situation reminds me of a certain famed character from a certain famed series; hunched over a certain famous magical item; othwerwise known as 'the precious'.. Eee. My little Gollum-ess.. -pats Reve-</span> --- Reve continued to hum; often breaking out into snatches of song; as steely blue eyes stared lovingly and in a motherly manner, at the lump in her paws. It was strange; that those usually harsh; stony grey eyes were so warm; and stranger still; was what had softened Revepali; a lump of rotting.. substance. So wrapped up in her own little world; one which revolved around she and her lump; Revepali didn't notice the sodden; wretched footsteps of another nearby; or at least; chose not to hear them. That was yet another strange occurrence; especially for one whose ears were particularly long; slender, sometimes folding ears protruding from a mass of cascading, coal-coloured curls. Eventually; Revepali finished her song; and stroked the sodden lump in her paws; before placing it ont he ground carefully; from whence it had come. "What a pretty little thing.." she whispered in a soft, but sing song voice. For someone who was labelled a wretched and grumpy young no-hoper; Revepali was surprisingly cheerful.. her facial expressions almost inviting and.. pretty. Suddenly; she looked up; pale, blue grey eyes suddenly turning a rather horrid shade of swirling, tarnished grey; as if they encased rusty; unpolished silverware. Gaze falling upon he who had spoken; the happy and free Revepali diminished; serenity replaced with her usual stony and hostile manner. Nubajek's voice had indeed been deep; but it didn't frighten the young pendragon; on the contrary; it simply gave her an ever so slight surprise; announcing his presence if anything; in a sort of.. forceful way. Immediately; her safe-guard was put up; a defensive attitude guarding her inner feelings and warding off those who might want to toy with her mind and emotions. "I was alone.." she began in a velveteen voice that almost resembled a threatening hiss. However; she dropped the hostility level several notches and stood up on her two hind legs; fore-limbs and paw-like hands cupped on her rigid waist; expression severe. An eyebrow risen; Reve's ears twitched slightly; the long, forked ends swaying like fronds in the humid and.. obnoxiously putrid breeze. She would have smiled; had she really known how, and had the expression not felt alien to her. "How can I be of service to you on this lovely evening?" she asked; eyelids fluttering slightly as she attempted to sound as polite as possible. There was certainly no need for her to go about asking for trouble now, was there? Especially when she had been in previously; such a good mood.. --- <span style='color:black'>ooc:: Welps.. this is much fun.. her character is surpising me.. -grins- I've not had a truly obnoxious, self-obsessed little.. reskh, before..</span></font>
<font color='#348781'>OOC: I know how you feel. I hate having to re-type too. Sorry if my posts are so confusing (and badly written too). BIC: At first she choose to ignore him, and that annoyed Nub, if only slightly. Who in Ramath did she think she was? At least she isn't running away... What she was holding must be fascinating for her not to notice him. He tried to look but it was no use. He was too far away. He nearly winced when he heard her. She had been alone. I really should learn to shut that mouth of mine... Why had he come and disturbed her? Clearly, she did not need his help? What if she were older than what he thought? With 'dragons, you could never tell... Size did not matter. Maybe he should just leave... He might still make it on time and wipe that smirk off Kuentin's face... But, somehow, after having seen this 'dragon, his oh-so-courageous dare seemed to be nothing more than a joke. He had always been told the Swamps were a big scary place, with hidden evil, monsters and such. Of course, that had been what his foster parents had told him, scaring him to sleep. But still... It just didn't make sense... All these thoughts were giving him a headache, and, in the mean time, she was probably waiting for answer. But what could he say? He himself did not not know why he had come here in the first place. No. That was wrong, he did know. Curiosity, and concern. That had been why. He had been concerned for her safety... It wasn't safe for a young one to be roaming in these parts. Well, now that he thought about it (I really should stop thinking so much..), appart for her size, she looked nothing like a niotie. She should be smiling, happy, not so overly polite. For some reason, she scared him a little... " Oh, nothing really. I'm sorry, I obviously... Interrupted your... Hmm... Well, anyway, I should be leaving now. " He said, trying to smile. He was stammering, he knew, and this surprised him for he was usually known for his composure and fluency. Why was he letting this 'dragon intimidate him? " But, I was wondering, do your parents know you are out here? Alone?</font>
<font color='#555555'>Tarnished eyes watched the stranger intently; prompting him to answer with a slow, slightly paronizing nod, and risen eyebrows. The older pendragon seemed slightly hesitant; which in some ways; pleased the irritated and as usual; threatening young femme. Somehow; she intimidated Nubajek; and it made her feel.. powerful; in particular regarding the fact that he seemed much older..even though she tended to judge someone's power by their actions and accomplishments; rather than age and supposed experience. A slight smirk graced her slender muzzle as she awaited a response from Nubajek patiently; patience being one of the virtues dear Revepali had the least of. Oh, and now he was stuttering; wonderful! she thought to herself gleefully..her extremely reskhy side becoming very evident; at least; in her thoughts. He was leaving? Oh what a pity.. he seemed so ripe, so easy to mess with.. to manipulate. Ah well, that couldn't be helped.. perhaps another unsuspecting and naive pendragon would come along soon after; and perhaps they'd be even more fun to 'play' with? Reveplai was about to go back to her foraging and exploring of the area; when Nubajek's voice uttered yet another question. Back facing him; she looked up and across the marshy wilderness; one eyebrow cocked to the extreme. The sides of Revepali's mouth became slightly upturned and she 'about faced' almost instantly. "No; they have no notion of my wherabouts, nor my activities, as far as I know.." she began; a look of mock hurt plastered firmly to her face; before it flickered, returning to that signature, odd and rather eerie smile. Slowly, she crept forward on all fours; gaze fixed upon his.. an extremely strange approach indeed; full of intentional infliction of discomfort. "Then again, they did abandon me long ago.. so that was to be expected.."... --- <span style='color:black'>ooc:: Oh my God.. Reve gets weirder and weirder by the minute.. and I'm loving her more and more every second.. she's just so twisted and oddly and.. rude and so against the old customs of respect for elders etc.. HEE!</span> <span style='color:black'>No problems as far as I know with your posting Chuya xP As far as I can see; you're doing a great job. We all make the odd typo; but really, that's entirely fine with me; I still get your meaning xPP</span></font>
<font color='#348781'>OOC: Ok then . It's just that I 'think' in French 60% of the time, so I sometimes get confuzzled when I type in English . BIC: Abandoned. Just hearing that word sent shivers up Nubs spine. Abandoned. When he heard it, he immediately associated it with other terrible phrases that had haunted his youth: Rejection, Loneliness, Ostracising, Apathy... But, most of all, he hated it because that was just what he had been: Abandoned. He had never know his parents, and all his life he had been thrown from family to family, always hating his foster parents, and not knowing how to feel towards his real ones. They had left him. Abandoned him. But he had been strong. He hadn't needed them. He had built himself a reputation. No, Nub had not let this bring him down. Well, at least that's what he had to tell himself. He was too rapted up in his thoughts to notice the stranger as she approached, and when he finally saw her, so close, he had to suppress an urge to jump back. He didn't want to admit it, but this 'dragon freaked him out. He couldn't explain what it was exactly he felt... Pity, because she was going through what he had once gone through... But at the same time, she didn't seem to need his pity (or want it)... "Well I was going to tell you that it was probably not safe for a young 'dragon like yourself, but you seem to be responsible enough  to make your own decisions. I guess I will be leaving now...." He said as he turned away, hoping she would not see the pained look in his eyes. Abandoned... "Punm..." He muttered, stopping suddenly. The sun would be rising soon, he could tell. He'd never make it on time, unless... " You know this place, right? I need to get to the other end of the swamps before sunrise... D'you know of any shortcut?</font>
