Pausht Jynumka Tria, 81378 The female scurred along the busy surroundings. Here blue eyes, dulled by the grey of fear, spray out wide with hast as he four paws carried her quickly to witchever way she felt safty. Which was no were. She didn't like these surroundings and her instincts told her to flee. Pearing around at the other pendragons she startled more, she was supposed to be like these beings, but was far from it. Suddening her eyes cast there gaze in a shadow, an ally perhaps. With one quick stride she leaded in cover of it. Her black silouhette only given away by the radient blue in her specs and dashed of the same colour throughout her fur. Her ears twitched as her, queing in to any tiny sound, nerves still rung. She did not belong here.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>what DAY is this happening on?</td></tr></table> Archfang watched the pendragon run to the safety of the shadows. He could understand why she would. It wasn't unlike him to care for someone else so he inched his way closer to the shadow, trying to act inconspicuos. He sat down a little ways away from the shadow and quitly whispered so that only the female could hear, "Are you ok?"
ooc: The 17th ic: She backed away slowler inching herself closer to the gound to spring to safety at any moment if needed. Her tail grew taught and fluffy, threatening and prepared to provide balance. She knew none of this would work in this world, this world wasn't based on instincts. She still allowed a small snare to acompany or agile posture, her fur ripppling up, her lips rising to show glinting white teeth. She was spoken to but failed to understand what was said.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>ok, then this char is a vamp with a speach impediment...</td></tr></table> Archfang turned his neck to face the female in the shadow. He looked deep into her eyes and asked again. "Arh you okay?" It was in a commanding yet still soft voice. He gave the female dragon an up and down look. He soon realised that there was something definatly something different about her, she didn't seem to belong here."
She senced the demanding tone in his voice and didn't like it. She couldn't understand him it wasn't her fault. Pendragons were ignorant. She still stood the ground she crouched on all fours upon but increased the sevrity of her snarl into a law threatening growl emerging from deep in her gut. Her paws gripped the ground with tension as they flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed...
Archfang watched the female dragon as she gripped the ground and let go repeatedly while growling. It quickly hit him why this dragon was acting the way she was. She couldn't understand a word he was saying. He thought for a moment and decided to pull out a single piece of bread he had been saving. He offered it to the female dragon.
She glanced at the bred, her nostrils told her what it was before her sight but she glanced at it anyway. She wasn't hungry she was just lost. {Lyts vjyn fhus?} she rolled the question around in her mind easing the tension abit. That she wasn't sure but but the female sure wished she knew. Lulling the question around she perked up a bit figuring this male was no foe.
Archfang looked deep into the eyes of the female. Trying to understand why she was hiding in the shadows. {A reason to hide is becuase you are afraid of something. But afraid of what? Maybe she is not used to this place. Maybe she is lost!} Archfang knew that she would not understand him but he wanted her to understand. He tossed several ideas around his head sitting in his favorite thinking pose. Chin on fist and elbow on knee kneeling.
She gazed up at the being in this pose and almost laughed, he looked as though thinking but he also looked like he thought that pose would help him in thinking and give him answers. She supressed the laugh keeping the tension thick. The darkness made her feel a lil less worried about the wracket outside the ally, she let lose a bit but not much.
Archfang kept thinking, thinking, thinking... Got it! He immediatly jumped up with his finger pointed into the air. He tried writing in ramathian on the ground. Useing his finger to trace the letters.
She watched as his finger traced the ground awaiting for whatever he was putting there to be complete. She hoped he knew she couldn't read or things could get embarrising and ackward. Intently she sat and watched forcing herself to be at ease.
Archfang stopped his etching and left the symbols on the ground. They had turned out to look like this (hyf uja iyo?) = (How are you?) {Come on, you have to be able to read.} He thought to himself.
She glanced at the symbols on the ground, meaningless to her. She looked up confused at the other dragon and blinked. She Pawed at the ground with confusion scratching the symbols away.
Archfang fell back in despair. He couldn't figure out a way to communicate. Then he tried something different. He attempted to recreate the actions that a normal person would do with out communicateing. He pretended to pick up a small animal and petting it.
The movments confused her and with frusteration she got aggitated and once again agressive. She packed away lowing herself to the ground so her tummy fur just touched, legs tense and ready to pounce her out of the way of danger. She sneared curling her lips up and a threat showing her teeth.
Archfang watched as his movements had a different effect on the female dragon. He immediatly backed away in fear she was going to pounce on him. She was becomeing scarier by the second.
She senses his fear. Not a good thing to allow her to do. Her instincs ran wild and she became dominat inching up on her possible aponent, snear growing more fearce. Didn't one knew not to corner a frightend wolf? Then again these beings knew not what a wolf was, she wished someone would understand. Her ears flatend she held her tail high, these signs she knew wouldn't be read but her instincs drove them and she would obbey.
Archfang looked deep into the females eyes. There was something different about her. It was like she was from some place else. {Its like she reacts to her instincts.. becuase they are all she ever had.} He blinked when the idea came to him. He sat down on his hind legs like a dog does sometimes and put his arms up in the, like how a dog begs. His tail swished back and forth along the ground.
She watched the pendragon. her muscles still held tense but she eased off the thread a bit. She was getting bored of this scene and yawned, her gaping jaws glisenting in what little light shown into this alley. Her eyes survayed the area. She didn't want to go back out in the street but didn't know what the depth of the alley held. She braught her nose up and snifed about searching for signs.
Archfang decided that the alley was not the best place for this. He beckoned for the female to follow him as he headed deeper into the alley.
