Day : 43rd Month : Dyo Year : Year 81379 -everyone- The cold wind blew sharp pieces of ice and mechanical decay. This area of the badlands was not so cold as the others, but it was, however, filled with the rotting metals and rusted machines that lay scattered about. The heavy stench of sickness and plague filled the air. It was like a smell so horrid even death could not bear to be in this place. There was no snow on the ground, tufts of borwn grass and dirt were frozen and unbearble to touch. It seemed as though a laboratory of sorts was located in this place, as the pieces of vintage machinery implied... The soft glow emitted from a cave nearby...it was hardly a cave, rather, but a hole. A hole in the ice cliff that towered over the site. The hole was surrounded by tires, glass, shreaded pieces of mechanics. Inside, however, was a warm, selcuded area, much bigger from the looked of the outside, and two occupants sat, speaking in an unusual accent. One was a beautiful, midnight black pendragon pup, with pale, blue eyes that shifted colour as it spoke to it's companion. She had insanely large ears perched upon her head, and thick, feathered wings that hung heavily off her shoulders, as if they were an awkward burden. She speaking to a hideous looking creature, a Qereniath who looked horribly mutated. It's blue black fur shimmered eerily, and it sat on it's haunches, licking leather paws in cat-like contentment. For this creature looked creepily similar to an alley cat, except it's pale blue eyes were significantly bigger and it's ears were much larger as well. It had big, leather wings that looked as if it were stapled to it's back, but served quite efficient for their actually purpose, however distorted they seemed. In fact, cat-like creature looked very much like a cat just converted to road kill, but wasn't about to lose all nine lives at once... SHe spoke in a strange accent, althought it was Ramathian..."E py mys cmyf fhaja sy dy..." she said, and the cat like creature, gave her a sympathetic look, and purred softly, approaching her. This was a strange predicament she found herself in, and if anyone stumbled upon her she would have quite the story to tell... And suddenly it grew quite, as the pup hushed the cat creature, listening...
Paint was offically out of her element...She had been searching for parts for automail just in case she ever need them for a messup in Alchemy. Her tail was frozen and she was so mad at this point she didn't give a crap what was going on. "Thes est kylp, E'n fas, E'n sejap ri Vjynemu E shemc ni suel nedhs vull yvv." She said not even realizing she said it in Ramethian. She usually only spoke in Ramethian if she was reading aloud or talking to an elder, or completely out of her mind.
Woe's ears pitched forward, the sound was far off. But there were distinct words. Although muffled by the cave enterance she could hear the footsteps, the voice...the breathing. And she said to the Qereniath, who obviously understood her quite well, in a shakey voice, "E'n mys toja fhus sy py...thyolp fa jom?" but the cat creature shook it's head, crawled into her lap and curled it's long tail around itself, continuing to purr. The leather wings were soft, and cool...no...cold... Woe looked down in horror as she noticed her friend was growing sick, and frigidly cold. She could not stay here long. But what with the footsteps coming closer, there was much to fear it seemed. Outside it was much colder than this little crevice in the rock, however, the warm cubbie-charm wore off and the temperature was dropping fast. Although the mouth of the cave face the wind, the entrance droped to a 70 degree slope which in itself blocked much of the wind out. So however cold it was in the room, it was not so cold as it was outside.
Paint had to find shelter she looked around nervously their didn't seem to be anyone out here. She had found the parts she was looking for, but they were too rusted to use. She started to walk toward the crevice in the rock "Well it's a little small but it will have to do..." She said mainly to herself she crawled in and then saw Woe and the sick Qereniath. "Oh is this cave already taken I can leave if needed, I'm just a wandering Alchemist." She said her voice shaking from the cold. Her tail was quite frozen by now, she wished she was male and had a tail flame to keep warm by or something. A bag was slung over her shoulder with parts, little things the only good parts she could find out here...She could use them to summon medicine, it would be an unfair trade on her end for the parts were gold plated, which would mean the medicine would be more then needed. Paint's ears were flat against her head in a futial attempt to keep warm. It was quite wierd looks actually.
The Qereniath looked shocked at the newcomer, and Woe, terrified, was just as unwelcoming... But this pup was not unarmed. In fact, having been put in such a comprimising position she suddenly flared up, crouching low to the ground and spreading thick, black wings across the space. Her eyes turned so blue they were nearly black, and they clouded her face. Woe spoke, but the voice was not a pup's, it was threatening, vulgar, spiteful. And she said, "Dare you enter my home???" in so furious and dark a manor that it was quite a scary thing to have bestowed upon, despite her obvious youth. The cat creature, wan and delirious, took a familiar stance, although a little drunkenly. It was not a happy Qereniath. It was physically ailing and diseased, but it stood by Woe very Faithfully.
Paint was so terrified that she suddenly droped the ground glowed in the shape of an Alchemy circle and a sword appeared out of seemingly nowhere. "The principles of equal trade work here also, air can be traded for almost anything. I wish not to fight, I seek only shelter, I am a lone alchemist" She was in a defensive position. She really did not want to fight. She was weak from the cold, she couldn't feel her feet, she knew they were there just they were numb. Paint hated fighting espicially if it affected her mission, her mission of reviving her parents. It had been tried many times before unsuccessful and the dragons died.
Woe gaze dropped as she fell to the floor, and she cocked her head to the side like a curious pup. The animal behind her sat down and coughed. Woe approached the femme and spoke with an unusual accent: "Oh do forgive me. I've been lost quite a while, and I cannot trust most. I've stayed here quite a while. Thru the winter, it seems. But The others, they've all died. And now my love is sick," and she indicated the Qereniath. He had been her only company, her only friend. The pup seemed to be worried. She was quite articulate and had picked up a Ramathian Accent from the others with which she had stayed with. They too, were Qereniath, a relative group of whom spoke Ramathian quite fluently. It was their only language...so Woe was forced to learn it. But her time grew short for she knew she had to leave...she could not, however, leave her "love" (whom she called the Qereniath for she did not know his name) and her new compainion.
Paint bent over the cat-like creature, studying him. Then turned around with the sword and placed it down and drew an alchemy circle. she placed her hands on one edge and then her brow furled the sword disappeared and a flask appeared. "Pjemc shet, vjeamp...E'n tyjji ev es sutsat leca thes" She pushed it toward the creature, she hoped she had done it right.
