Winter in the mountains

<font color='698AAB'>Day : 37th
Month : Mia
Year : Year 2

Elethea pads through the path, heading west, the world covered in snow at this time of winter in the northern part of Boreios Sudesha. The trees were glittered with white and clear ice, likewise the ground beneath her paws.

The healer never minded the cold, though. It provided a wakefulness to her senses. While everything was calm and quiet, she could always tell where something was, should a sound be made.

Hanging from her neck is her brown leather sack, holding all her her personal effects, including the ones she used to heal by.

As she saunters through the path, the towering mountains on her right, her silvery pelt blending in with the surroundings, she hums a little song quietly to herself in Ramathian,

"Qots amqyi sha pui,
mabaj las shus tnela vupa ufui,
leva vyjabaj nybat ym ty mabaj deba og,
es fell ull sojm yos ycui.."</font>

 

<font color='#008080'>A pendragon sits up from the snow back covered in a blanket of snow, shakes the snow from her coat and moves her ears listening to the voice of another, stands up and creeps along silently with eyes wide open looking for the other wondering about the place. The flame at the tip of her tail burns purple as she goes.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Elethea continues her saunter; she was in no rush, and had no deadline to fulfill.

At that moment, a feeling of curiosity flows to her. From where or whom, Elethea wasn't sure. Being an Empath had it's ups and downs.

She continues her slow plodding walk, but now her golden eyes are fully open and alert, looking for the one she feels.

All the while, she continues humming the little lullaby, perhaps just a little louder than before.</font>

 

<font color='#008080'>Jumps up over a snow hill and comes down ontop of the other pendragon rolling them both down a hill to the bottom. After reaching the bottom gets up slowly shaking as she does, a low growl comes from her as she paces back and forth staring down the pendragon. Bares her teeth showing who's boss.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Just so you know, that was PPing (Power playing) - the saying you tackled me and we rolled down the hill.    I don't mind, I just thought I should say. To make it better, rather than say you DID something, say you TRIED to do something; it gives the other the chance to block, or dodge, or be hit, if they want to.

\\ BIC

Elethea snorts and stands, shaking the snow from her fur, and making sure her sack was still there, and likewise for its' contents.

She then matches the glare of the other pendragon with a calm gaze, showing no aggression, but likewise, no submission, from her golden eyes and sighs. The word "Khelp." is muttered.

"What do you have need for? I apologize if I've intruded, it wasn't my intention." Elethea speaks politely, seeing as she had no intention of fighting at all, and intimidation tricks never did work on her.</font>

 

<font color='#008080'>Stops growling for a moment and steps back a bit from the otehr pendragon, looks down to the ground then back to her. Sighs and licks her lips slowly.

"Sorry...about doing that to you...it was a mistake."

Relaxes a bit and her spikes retrack back into her flesh, tail flame changes to a blue color as she relaxes. Turns away from the pendragon and shakes her head in shame.</font>

 

<font color='darkred'>In the distance, a giant bleached figure trudged through the fresh snow, leaving a trail of small craters behind.  He did not appear to notice any action going on elsewhere, rather, he appeared aloof, uninterested in his surroundings.  His neck was in an arched pose and his head hung low as he pressed his nose to the cold frost.  After awhile, he came to a halt, shoved his muzzle deeper into the snow, and began to dig ravenously.  Not long after, a series of high pitched squeals rang through the air and a crimson lump of fur appeared hanging from his jaws, jerking desperately.  A sickening crunch could be faintly heard and the creature ceased its movements and hung limply, followed with an occasional twitch or spasm.</font>

 

<font color='darkred'>OOC // Sorry for intruding, heh.  You don't have to talk to him or anything, he'll just go away on his own if he can't hear you.  </font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: No, lol! The more the merrier!  

\\ BIC

Elethea looks at the other pendragon, and now feels the shame the other does, wash over her, and immediately feels remorseful.

The healer takes a step forward, "It's alright, I'm not wounded.." she pauses, "are you wounded? I'm a healer.."

She was going to continue speaking when another feeling flows to her, not from the pendragon in front of her, but from another. Pride.. hunger.. Elethea's golden eyes strain to see where these feelings were coming from, but of course, she couldn't see past the snow-laden trees.</font>

 

<font color='#008080'>Shakes her head and feels the same, looks over the snowly fields, glares slightly. Begins to climb the snow hill back up. Keeps a watchful eye as she goes.</font>

 

<font color='330099'>OOC: dont mind me joining? this charrie duznt have a profile yet but if she turns out to have more than a passing role then ill make her one. Not before tho, cuz i have too many charries ^OO^

IC:
Lina had been dozing on a branch at the bottom of the hill. She was woken as the two pendragons scuffled and roled down the hill. She watched them for a moment wildly interested. The silver one seemed to be looking around for something else. Lina yawned, sat up, stretched, and began to lick a paw.

Lina was about the height of a Cheetah, and was about of the same build too. Her fur was a pale gray, that, when reflected in moonlight, looked rather ghostly. Her eyes were extremely odd - although beautifully shaped, they were jet black. She also had faint dark markings around her face, rather like a cheetah's mask, and the same marks also played vaguely around her legs. Her small yet very capable wings are a darker gray than her pelt, and look almost black in some lights, yet they possessed a strange almost translucent quality. right now, they are folded neatly against her back.

Now, she stopped washing her paw and sniffed the air. Decided to keep her aloof exterior mask in place and remained on the branch. Crouched down on her haunches again. Her tail, which was the same color as her body only with a tuft of black fur on the end, swung down from the branch and swung a little in the wind. She kept her nose to the wind, questing for new information of her surroundings. Her eerie eyes she kept pinned on the silver and gold one below.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Not a problem! Anybody's welcome to join in!

\\ BIC

Elethea folds back her ears, and gives her head a slight shake, closing her golden eyes momentarily. The healer continues walking forward, starting to follow in the other pendragon's footsteps in the snow.

She pauses, however, as yet anothers' feelings wash over her. Curiosity.. quickly replaced with aloofness.. The empathic healer turns her head around again, looking.. searching.. wondering just where these others she was feeling were. She wasn't afraid, but when she felt others, she preferred to know where they were, especially if they needed her help.

The search for the third pendragon she had felt fails, and her head swings back to the disappearing figure of the one who'd tackled her moments before. That was the more pressing matter: she'd come back and look for the others, if they didn't appear of their own accord, once she'd apologized properly to this one.

Elethea's silver body, with her long graceful legs, works to climb up the hill. Thankfully, her legs were long enough that she didn't have to swim through the snow to reach the top. Her satchel around her neck swings from side to side with her uphill effort.

"Please.." Elethea starts, taking a breath, "let me introduce myself. I'm Elethea Jaleabaj. I didn't mean to offend you, if I did, you just surprised me, and I was unprepared."</font>

 

<font color='darkred'>With a light toss, the carcass limply sank lower into the mighty jaws.  With a few final snaps, nothing remained of the creature except a few chunks of fur and flesh hanging from the giant's mouth and the blood that was rapidly soaking into the icy flakes.  Satisfied, the pendragon plodded along, continuing his aimless journey over the mountains.
He came to a gradual halt, his ears slowly turning, investigating the light sounds of chatter that he heard whispering through the air.  Of course, seeing nothing, he continued trudging warily, not at all cautious, but rather alert to any who may cross his path, or of whose he may cross.</font>

 

<font color='#008080'>Reaches the top of the hill once more and looks about the area for the feeling that she recieved recently from another pendragon. Sits down and closes her eyes, fixes her ears to listen to everything around her; the sounds of birds chruping and snow dropping from tree branches, etc.</font>

 

<font color='333399'>The scent of fresh meat reached Lina's sensitive nostrils, reminding her of the precise amount of time since her last meal. She was hungry.

She leapt lightly to the ground, making little or no sound in the snow. It came up to about her knees, making the going difficult. Suddenly she froze, one paw in midair, her nose to the ground searching for a scent. A rheyant, nibbling at a bush near the bottom of the hill, just on the edge of where the trees began. Lina flattened her body to the ground, or at least as much as was possible given the snow. Slowly, so as not to startle the beast into flight, she slunk nearer. About two yards away, the small creature noticed her, but it was too late. Wth a flash, Lina sprang at the animal. Her outstretched forepaw landed sqaure on its back. Her momentum carried her past it, as the creature was flung into the air by the force of her paw on its back. As Lina landed from her leap a few feet away, the rheyant landed perfectly between Lina's two front feet. Lina smiled a little to herself. It was trick she had practiced many times, until she could now achieve it with perfection every time, almost withouout fail. However, it never ceased to giver her pleasure. Now, before the little creature could recover - Lina's blow had not killed it, after all - Lina quickly yet delicately slit its white throat with one deadly claw. Then, picking up the creature in her mouth and holding it by one ear, she flew back up to her branch, the rheyhant leaving a small trail of dripping blood as she went. Lina didnt particularly bother about it. She wasnt trying to hide or anything after all. Although it had been a long time since she'd chosen to venture out into society. Now, she happily crunched into her meal, licking the bones clean until they were all that was left. Then she let them drop to the ground.

The business of eating over now, she turned again out of curiosity to see what had happened to the two pendragons she had noticed in the vicinity earlier. She was mildly disappointed to notice that they were out of sight. She could just make out the sounds of voices though, just past the crest of the hill, out if sight of her favorite tree branch at the bottom of said hill. Another small disappointment. If they were chattering, then they had made up their differences. Pity. Watching a fight would have given her something to do, and provided her with mild amusement at that.

Lina yawned. She was bored. Maybe she would go see the other pendragons. And, if they stayed in the area, then they would almost certainly find her, and Lina didnt want to be accused of spying or shyness - spy, she might well do if she was given good reason to, but shy - never! So, making these excuses to herself, she once again dropped from her warm, sunny, comfortable branch into the cold, wet unacommodating snow below. She wrinkled her face in distaste at the substance. She would swim if she had to, but if anything wading through this cold damp stuff was worse.

So, since she saw no reason to stay earthbound now, she took flight, staying perhaps 10 feet or so above the top of the snow. Cresting the hill, she saw them, just past the top. Spotting an old tree stump protruding from the snow at the very top of the hill, she landed. There she preceded to wash her paw again, feigning disinterest in the two chatting pendragons now almost directly in front of her. Her grey pelt blended in nicely with the snow in the rapidly approaching darkness, hastened by the grey, burdened, overcast sky. Unless you were particularly looking for her or something resembling her, it was extremely easy to miss her.

OOC: well, ive sent in a profile for Lina. i dont know when it will get up. But when it does you should check it out it has some interesting details and clues to her personality(s). </font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Elethea sighs heavily, seeing as she wasn't getting anywhere with this one. Fine. If the other had no desire to speak, and no wish for her help, she'd move on.

The other two were rather close now, considering she'd just climbed the hill. Many mixtures of feelings came to her that she was unable to ignore.

One was closer than the other.. it seemed to come from.. above?

Elethea looks up, trying to spot anything, any movement in the sky. The pendragon was flying, that she could tell, simply from whence the emotion came. The other was currently earth-bound.. and more to her left, if she was reading it right.

The healer raises her voice, "My name is Elethea Jaleabaj, if you'd like some company, please feel free to come out!" A little quieter, and directed at all three pendragons, including the one she'd assumedly offended, "I'll be on my way now. My apologies for the terms on which we met."

And so she is on her way down the path, no destination planned, and more or less waiting for the others she'd felt to come out.

Head held at normal height, the silver pendragon continues down the path, her darker silver-tipped tail swishing slowly behind her as she travels.</font>

 

<font color='333399'>The silver one seemed to have some sort of insight as to Lina's presence, the gray pendragon reflected. Especially given her speech. And apparently there were others around. Lina yawned again. She had never much cared before to seek out other pendragons near her newish home. But now that she's finally gotten keyed up to meet some, it wasnt about to walk away from her. So now she blinked sleepily, and, looking right at the silver pendragon, telepathed {You called?} and waited. The silver pendragon should be able to trace her location from the 'path.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Elethea smiles, and looks directly at where the other was, {I knew someone else was here.}

The healer stands still on the path and continues speaking, offering information on herself, {I'm an Empath. An fairly unpracticed one, but getting better. I felt what you were feeling before I saw you. Same as the other who's out there. Eating, I think.}

She pauses, then adds, {My trade is healing. I really have no destination, so do you or someone you know, need any assistance?} Her concern was genuine; she wouldn't've become a healer if it wasn't.</font>

 

<font color='#008080'>Opens her eyes and sighs softly, looks down and blinks slowly. Licks her lips slowly and gets up, walks off.</font>

 

<font color='333399'>OOC: Lina has a profile now! yaay!

{The few people I knew in this world, I wish I did not,} Lina replied coldly, although still in the same aloof manner. {As far as I know, none of them are injured or sick. But then, I haven't seen any of them for several years.} She shrugged slightly and continued washing herself, now washing her side with her rough pink tongue, in the manner of a cat. If anyone were watching her, it would have been impossible to tell that any telepathic conversation had taken place. She appeared to be concentrating fully on the cleanliness of her magnificent pelt.</font>