<font color='#000000'>No limit as to how many people may join in. No posting order. Your posts can be really short or really long. It’s kind of like a role-playing free-for-all! Oh, and beware, this is not your average ‘serious’ thread… it’s full of randomness and silly antics! Tessera, Day Thirty-six, Year Three: Draconic tail draped over the growth-covered limb, and paws also dangled. These appendages were all a soft caramel in color, save for the white-hot slashes around each. Had it not been for these decorative embellishments, perhaps Okkie the pendragon would have blended into the jungle scenery. As it was, these rings of alabaster, along with the Kanji tattoo beneath her blazing right ocular, gave her away through the foliage. Ah, not to mention the bright color of her orbs — noxious blue. Oh, and those great big feathery white wings… Bah. Even though her pelt was a nice shade of brown, this particular pendragon did not blend into the jungle. Nope. But that’s all right. Okkie didn’t need to be hidden. She was a strong, lithe specimen of a pendragon if there ever was one, and she could kick any creature’s ass. Despite her being quite obvious amongst the leaves, she wasn’t scared. Nope. In fact, she was quite content. Yawning, Okkiebean stretched luxuriously on her branch, her talons digging into the flesh of the wood. Her spine curved and her vertebrae crunched with a delicious series of snaps. Then Okkie plopped back down on the limb, this time curling her kangaroo-like tail ’round herself so that the tip lay in front of her. She peered at the trees around her, and marveled at the way the afternoon sunlight spilled through the leafy treetops like some sort of spider web woven out of light. But her attention span wasn’t all that long. Almost immediately, ’Kie blinked and began to chew absently on her tail-tip, without a care in the world — nope.</font>
<font color='#000000'>OoC — *cackles* Enter Mini-Me. IC — The serene background music of the jungle was broken by a shrill buzz, echoing ever louder through the silky, emerald leaves. It silenced, before picking up again with more volume than before (however possible that was) and vibrating rather annoyingly in the deep expanse of jade. Buzzing ceased to well, cease, and its owner calmly refused to silent her spazzing wings and leave the jungle gasping in relief. Her masked face portrayed a sneaky sort of accomplishment. After all, she had finaly found her target. The caramel and marshmallow pendragon that she had plagued a while ago, whatever her name was. The Ranger continued to buzz along, casually approaching the female through the dense jungle of Vivuli, so far undetected.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Hehe… I forgot to mention that Okkie is in her quaddie form. Yup. BiC, Nibble. Gnaw. Nibble. Okkie kept on chewing her tail, until it became quite disheveled. Disheveled meaning she had practically eaten it — it was wet with her saliva and had quite a few pathetic teeth marks on it. The female drew back to peer at this latest wonder, and suddenly realized that she didn’t even like the taste. It was blah! The pendragon started to spit and splutter so vehemently, in a vain attempt to get all the fur out of her mouth, that she nearly toppled out of her tree. But she only teetered. No toppling. But the danger was not passed yet — no! Faintly, Okkie could detect a faint buzzing. Her heart almost froze. It was the killer bees! Or maybe someone was paging her! It might even be Grandma Beatrice’s electric wheelchair! Ahh! Shrieking, ’Kie curled into herself and put her paws over her face. Hoping that maybe just maybe she would suddenly blend in — ha.</font>
<font color='#000000'>The hidden follower watched the brown 'dragon begin to sputter uncontrollably. Hexa's eyes twitched a few times, her wings giving a few spasms that made her sound like a 747 with a busted engine manifold. That didn't sound too good. What if she had the flu? Or SARS? Eyes bugging out slightly, the Ranger's progress began to slow down slightly as she deeply contemplated on her next actions. She'd rather not get severe acute respiratory syndrome, but her fleas already had fleas, so how worse could she really get? Having decided her course of espionage, her winged buzziness came across a cowering brown and white creature. It actually reminded her of a milk cow, something she had seen before planet Earth had been nuked into moldy space cheese. Creeping silently up to the 'bovine,' she whispered in Okkie's ear. Not. "YOO-DELL-AA-EEEEEEEEEWHOOOOOO!"</font>
<font color='#000000'>You never would have guessed that this quaking pendragon was a Spy apprentice. A disgrace if I ever saw one. Okkie just lay there, on the branch, quivering like a bowl full o' chocolate pudding (or Jello, take your pick) with marshmallow sauce blended in. Mm... She didn't even have the guts to peek out from behind her paws. Nope. The winged femme just cowered there on her tree branch, wishing and hoping to become an invisible speck amongst the jungle's growth. Even her tail was jiggling nervously - how sad! Then the buzzing got louder. Okkie let out a quiet wail and her fur prickled in alarm. She waited for Grandma Beatrice to descend upon her and beat her silly with the Old Cane of Doom. Instead, what she got was an earache when Hexa descended with her voice belting out a whole lotta gibberish. "Ohmigosh... what in tarnation...!" was Okkie's response when she finally had the courage to peek at who it was hollerin' in her ear like a wounded hippo. "The hell? What do you want?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Hexa's shrill wail broke into a fit of wild laughter, sending the little fly gasping for air and clutching her chest as if she was experiencing a heart attack. No, wait — wasn't that your arm? Oh well, Hex didn't really care, the only thing she was currently worrying about was keeping herself from shearing in two. She swore she felt her ribs begin to strain and crack, snapping into halves like toothpicks. Her eyes rose. "Seems I've already gotten it," she chuckled, still gripping the tufts of fur upon her chest like they were holding her together. Finally the mini "stroke" subsided, and the dragonfly-winged female faced the shellshocked pendragon rather fruitily, ears cocked to the side in an almost playful manner. If getting ripped apart by a roasted marshmallow (which would surely come within a few minutes, once Okkie recovered) was considered fun. Though in Hexa's scrambled brain, it probably was. A daring sense of adventure, or just brain damage? After all, she didn't suffer from insanity, she enjoyed every minute of it.</font>
<font color='#000000'>The Kanji-marked female finally mustered up her courage enough to fully pull her paws away from her eyes and sit up. She curled her kangaroo's tail snugly around herself and then proceeded to watch Hexa's riotous bout of laughter. Okkie couldn't help but lift a brow at the little sprite - what was so funny that it almost caused a heart attack? She then shrugged, and waited patiently while Hexa clutched herself and began to relax a bit. It took a while, but the mini-'dragon finally gasped her last bit of laughter, and then peered up at 'Kie. "All you've got, squirt, is fleas with fleas." This witty and cutting remark seemed quite belated - but that was okay. Okkie smiled in a satisfied sort of way, kind of like a cheshire kitten. She then flicked Hexa's ear lightly, in an attempt to return the annoyance the little pendragon had so generously given.</font>
<font color='#000000'>OoC — » Okay, fine. Nobody else reply. :P *pokes random people lurking* Mm. IC — » Hexa clutched her ear, her gaping maw easily wide enough to engulf part of Okkie's snout as it was. Her tiny eyebrow scrunched up in deep thought, nearly invisible to the brown pendragon. Icy eyes flickering, she calmly scratched her chin with a single, slender talon. <B>"Never cared to check really, erm.."[/b] Suddenly puzzled, Hexa Notalus glanced up at the winged devilwolf with a quirk in her eye. What was her name, anyway? Stifling a chuckle, she randomly picked a subject. Her tail. There. "Kangaroo-tail."</font>
<font color='#000000'>Nobody loves us? Hee. Okkie kept on blinking at the littler pendragon. Something in her thought that Hexa was a potential ally - something so small could be quite useful. Right? Then there was 'Kie's other side. It simply told Okkie to eat the little thing. Small live things are meant to be eaten! There was a brief moment as the larger pendragon struggled with her opposing consciences. Then she compromised. Leaning down, the mocha pendragon gave Hexa a little taste test. By licking (or slobbering on) her face. She then leaned back, and pondered. Was it more like beef, or more like chicken? Or maybe it was flea-flavored? "You taste like..." By now, the dragonfly-sized Hexa had already tried to switch topics. She'd mentioned something about "kangaroo tails". But Okkie was still deliberating over what exact flavor the pint-sized penny was. Strawberry? Cherry? Chocolate? Orange? Pilldickle? Scree? Banana split? Old gym sock? My neighbor's dog? "...crap, frankly. And what about 'roo tails?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Hexa gave a small yawn after randomly deciding on a name for the caramel female, quite satisfied with her choice. Such undisturbed thoughts were soon disturbed as a large, hot, sweaty tongue came into view and smothered her face. Just like the airbag of her old '69 Camaro when she sucessfully drove it into a brick wall. Without the saliva. Sputtering, the pint-sized 'dragon mirrored an expression not unlike a deer caught and blinded by a car's headlights. "What did you <I>eat[/i]?" Hexa then elevated one of her paws, and clasped it over her now slimy, ebony nose, glancing up at her again. Something about tails, right? "Well, that's your name, isn't it?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>'Kie peered down at Hexa, her blue eyes glinting with amusement at the little one's question. She wanted to know what the banded youth had eaten. Did she mean recently? Well... there had been that steaming pile of squeetcakes for breakfast, completely drenched in some yummy pilldickle nectar. She'd sprinkled the whole stack with a concoction of spices, all of which were very rank in scent. After that, she'd had her post-breakfast drink of squeet juice - not a very pretty beverage, for any of the senses. For lunch, Okkie had eaten a whole pail full of onion-like vegetables swimming in a salty garlic type sauce. Then she'd had... well, one gets the general idea. Okkie's breath smelled - bad. Poor Hexa. As the twelfth peered down at the miniature sprite, she mused over how the little penny would be suffering from crusty, smelly fur for the rest of the day... "You really don't wanna know. And the name isn't Kangaroo Tail, but you can call me that if you really want. But only if I can call you squirt, squirt." This time, it was a semi-friendly grin that slunk across Okkie's maw. Her tail twitched and she rustled her wings, all the while keeping her steely gaze upon Hexa. Kangaroo Tail and Squirt... She admitted that they could make a kickin' super duo if they really wanted to.</font>
<font color='#000000'>The favour was returned with a like response, a miniscule grin no more than a centimetre across; and that was saying something.. With that Hexa gave a little bow, uncovering her snout, of course. Lest she wanted to speak like a constipated turtle for the rest of the day. Though, she wondered, why not? She already smelled like one. Hex' wrinkled her nose. Ribbons swirling around her hind end, the tiny imp boldly strode up to Kangaroo Tail's gaping black nose and gave a tiny hop. Well, to a normal size wolf it was a tiny hop. To Hexa it was like leaping up a rock face. She appeared on top of the brown 'dragon, perched atop her nose and peering down the long plateau that led to the female's bright blue eyes. Secretly contemplating whether or not to give the carrier's nose a little nibble: which she quickly abolished after recalling the state of her fur from a mere lick, nevermind a possible sneeze. No, she was content where she was — for now. "Oh, fishsticks. I guess so, then."</font>
<font color='#000000'>The young female blinked at the odd feeling of having another pendragon upon her head. Her eyes rolled upwards and she woofed lightly at Hexa, her tail tap-tapping amiably. Having the pint-sized pendragon upon her head was as cool as having a pet rock. Cooler, even! Hex' could talk; she'd be a superb pet. "Okay, Squirt. You're my new pet. Or would you prefer partner in crime? Either way, I give you the treats, and you roll over on command, okay?" This was all in jest, of course. Okkie grinned a little at the miniature 'dragon, wondering if Hexa could see it. Oh, well, what did it matter? She kept smiling anyway.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Lmao. Pet rock. Hexa continued to perch upon her new 'owner's snout, miniscule appendages thrumming a soft and satisfying rhythm. Licking her lips, the tiny pendragon sat down rather comfortably on the tip of her snout and pondered over a thought. A small chuckle reached the Ranger's lips, but it was so minute she doubted if Okkie would ever fee the vibrations. "Hm.. so what do you want to do?" Cocking her head, she felt the fur beneath her tighten slightly, as if her platform was yawning; or perhaps smiling. Hexa accepted the gesture either way, considering she didn't exactly know what it was. As well, she wasn't keen on leaning over and risking a long drop to the ground below. Or a maw of jagged teeth.</font>
<font color='#000000'>As Hexa remained roosted upon Okkie's head, the latter femme began to think more and more about the super duo idea. She and the little sprite could be like... Batman and Robin. Lois and Clark. Bert and Ernie. And 'Kie could easily carry the little ribbon-tailed creature around without a hassle. They could fly anywhere and everywhere - to offer aid to those in need. Or, better yet, they could be total mischief makers, and wreak havoc wherever they passed. They could even steal from the rich and give to the poor! All this, Okkie mulled over, until Hexa's tiny weight upon her cranium became noticeable, and until the little one spoke. What did Okkiebean wanna do? "We could rob a bank. You could just slip into the venting system, and... or we could go see a movie. You could sit on my head so that you could see, and we could throw popcorn at the screen!" Pause. "Are there banks and movie theaters in the jungle?" Notes — I'm gonna go ahead and close this up. We're both busy and in more imprortant threads.. hehe. We can continue this sometime in the future?</font>
