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By morning of day three, I greet yon burning canvas with steadfast readiness. Yar, I'd thoroughly had my fill of the salt-life. <i>(Long past frustration at prying sand from questionably areas.)</i> Though its true also, this territory offers advantage -- these weary tendons still need time to mend. Thriving <i>(rejoicing)</i> at the ease and bounty of fishy crustaceans. Thanks to the sea, I've regained a fraction of my strength; a predator turned prey by nature, and now strong enough to stand fast as predator once more. Aye, but this gut has grown sick of eating nothing but crab and snail. 

Heaven beckons, and her son will answer. Alabaster limbs push against the pale grains. Sinking with every step, <i>(hopefully feeling the grit between my toes for the final time today)</i> these pinnons spread, sore, but eager to thrust with steady vigare. Primary hollows bend up, ballooning from the pockets of air that give me lift. The sun climbs and hours pass fluidly -- by midmorning my back is burning, the undercoat is sleek with perspiration; my heart is racing, lungs are struggling to keep pace with every frantic breath and there is a new ache inside each strained shoulder. 

Neck cranes, twisting to peer grimly across the valley, nay, that's not correct -- <i>another</i> <b>SEA</b>...of gold. A gilden tide. This field has breathtaking beauty, simply stunning from high above. Yet, it's ill suited for a tired, thirsty traveler --  a forsaken place, flat and seemingly barren; save for the occasional twisted tree that stubbornly refuses char. One wing dips right, carrying me in a tight circle around one such thorny pillar. A herd of hind had been grazing peacefully beneath its awn, their creamy bodies melt into the brush. 

My dizzy mind can hardly take notice as they turn tail, escaping my approach. These paws collide lightly with the spongy turf below. Rotten foliage and knife like flora welcome the descent. Those gilden blades dance, they are curved in such a way to appear harmless, false -- their spines would be harsh against bare skin.<i> Lucky I brought my coat.  </i>

Hindlimbs fold, curling easily to carry this carcus into a tidy upright position. Hollows fall lax against my barrel -- they remain comfortably ajar, allowing the stifling air to pass as it would. Jaws still hang wide apart, lolling tongue slips between the moist ivory in vain. The air wasn't so heavy beneath the shadows, yet, nothing escapes yon burning orb. My chest still heaves from the excursion of flight -- the heart within felt aimed to race from the cavity it is lodged in. </div></td></tr></table>
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@Luisiana

Glossary

Char :: another word for death
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She had drifted away from the usual lands she strolls. Where the grass is green and the tree's blossom with life and fortune. Persephone usually roams in peace, but the scenery here was the opposite. Though the grass is tall, providing great coverage for the predators to hunt their prey, the whole area seemed, well... dead. The grass didn't look lush and healthy, it looked dried and crisp. Persephone would carry on with her stroll anyways, deciding the change may turn out interesting. Long limbs would carry her through the heart of Ager, her green fur stood out here like a sore thumb rather then blending in like she was so used to. Her spirit wouldn't be broken though, skipping happily through the area before spotting a figure rather close by in the air. Oceanic gaze would analyse before deciding to go ahead and venture as close as she could in awe. " Hello!" She'd shout, wondering if he'd hear her calls. She would watch carefully as he flew and then landed., running excitedly to greet him. " That's so cool, I wanna fly!"
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A showy blob of emerald filters through the sun and waist deep foliage -- her playful, skyblue eyes collide with those of ice; the center is depthless, unflinching when they return her regard. I stiffen, briefly surprised and still panting hard. Both shoulders throb disapproval from being <I>(even momentarily)</I> cinched, the muscles are worn and bruised. An overbearing drum of blood and feather thrumming across the senses did kept me from hearing her yelp of welcome. However, that doesn't defer this forest girl from bleating her delight and rushing for my weary frame with thrice the energy anyone should reasonably possess in this sweltering heat. 


A strained smile flicks both corners of my lips up, the callus hint of ivory peeks through their moist folds. <b>"Hile sai,"</b> tone is ragged, far from its usual silken ease. Her manner reminds me of an <I>(annoying)</I> excitable whelp -- <I>(though she evidently isn't, we stand similar in both height and weight.)</I> Forcefully polite, I murmur an indifferent reply,  <b>"Ka grants each creature what it will,"</b> studying gems flick to her bare shoulders and gaze at the usual contrast of yellow against vomit; she looked like a wisp pulled unwittingly from somewhere deep within a forest. 


A creature of rain and cloud, of vine and leaf. This she-wolf didn't appear suited for the heat of a savanna. Black nostrils flare, hungry for the essence she bore; efforts result in obtaining mostly my salt and travel stink. An unpleasant flavor for even the owner. Yar, a fiend from the rainforests and one born to sky and mountainscape -- we <u>both</u> stood out like a sore paw.


Did she just go running up to every stranger that was stumbled upon? <I>'Manners Eric,'</I> a reasonable voice hums. I struggle for words, genuine emotion; one heavy breath later my vocals manage a tight, <b>"Are you a wander sai?"</b> Perhaps if it wasn't so hot or this body so tired -- I'd care more and come up with something more creative.  


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@Luisiana

Glossary

Hile :: a formal greeting

Ka :: fate, or destiny. 

Sai :: a word of respect. Means either madam or sir, depending on the gender.
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<P> As the green nymph stood before the stranger, she would note he looked awfully tired and needed to relax. Persephone would take a step closer, aiming to circle around him closely as though she was looking for something in particular. Hmm. " What's wrong? Are you tired? Thirsty? You want me to drag you to some water! I can do that? Though you look real heavy, sir. If you want you can go to sleep here and I can stay and guard so no on thinks you're dead! She'd giggle to herself, as if finding herself funny though to others it probably just appeared annoying. The dame aimed to stand in front of him, her cranium tilting to the left, he talked so strange, she wasn't used to the speech and she hoped he didn't find her rude for not responding. What if he was asking her for direction.... or, or... some food? whatever he said, it didn't seem important as he moved on to say something different. " Oh, I suppose I am a wanderer, though I live with another wolf so I'm not entirely lonely. What about you sir? Are you a wander?" she would throw the question right back at him, realizing she didn't know his name. " I'm Persephone, who are you?" She would murmur in wonder? " Are you an angel? You like... fell from the sky." She would pause, her face suddenly brightening up. " Omg... are you here to protect me! That's so cool! She'd gasp, feeling as if she's the chosen one.

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@Eric
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The child of earth doesn't immediately answer my tame attempt at conversation; instead, her limbs keep shuffling forward -- bold, foolishly inquisitive. I feel those pale seafoam gems trace the sleek and throbbing length of limb, spine and feather. Velvet ears are wary to follow her movements, at least my crown manages to stay passively rigid, lofty. Shallow panting progresses to deep, heavy exhales. Yar, my heartrate finally shows signs of recovery. 

Words do come from her lips, but not the ones I expect. 

A raspy grunt thundered in reply, yet she likely didn't hear over the sound of her own voice. To me, it seemed the more those lips blabbered, the more childlike she became. These sweaty lids narrow upon numerous questions and suggestions. I'm understandably silent; hardly able to process this vomit of the mouth. However, amidst the rubble one particular word <i>DID</I> sink true. <u>Water.</u> Certainly, the idea of it <i>(even a hot drink)</i> sounds appealing. Less appealing was the notion of this woman/child dragging me along by the tail or scruff through the thorns and brier.

Yar, at last a pause. <b>"Kind offer,"</b> I rasp softly, she chuckles <I>(mayhaps a touch roont)</I>, <b>"I'll pass... sleep won't come easy in this heat."</b> Like eye of a hurricane or the lull of a storm -- obviously my reply was of little concern. Said girl blasts onward again. I can feel a flicker of irritation start to set in, this dizzy mind is slowly coming to wonder if this was all some cruel illusion. Some evil kaven sent to punish me for a sin I'm not yet aware of. My racing heart and throbbing tongue seem to find a tempo. 

Cobalt ears drift back a notch, overwhelmed by this...<i>Persephone</i>...

She runs all the guesswork and ease out of our conversation.<b> "Nar,"</b> I mutter softly, firmly; as though addressing a small babe. <b>"I'm called, Eric."</b> Lids squint, <b>"and I fear I'd make a poor protector."</b> The tired, irritated part of my soul hisses, <i>'Aye, and likely choke you myself if more babble follows...'</i> Hollows twitch, the lean tendons flex them further apart. <b>"You mentioned water?"</b> Gems settle on Persephone, weighted in meager patience. Perhaps this youth was in the company of a brute who claimed her as his sh'veen. Or mayhaps a lad, tasked to ensure his sissa stays from harm. Either way...I couldn't see myself partaking in much of Persephone. 

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@Luisiana

Glossary

Kaven :: Magic

Roont :: a word for mental or developmental issues. 

Sh'veen :: interchangeable with the word Jilly. Both mean mistress.
OOC: We can end this thread and start another one to presume Persephone led him to water or we can carry this on?

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<P> Tail flicked idly at her heels, wondering what he was thinking under these harsh conditions of the scorching heat. It didn't help that even the lands looked dry, lacking the lush grass and moisture. She wondered if he was secretly dying with no water, perhaps it would be handy if she did lead him the way to fresh water, though recently everywhere seemed to be drying up, though Pers still knew the odd places that still obtained edible drinking water. Her track of thought was momentarily lost as he would reply to one of her previous offers, declining her efforts of wishing to drag him. Oh well. Perhaps his mind will change later when he's to weak to carry on walking. The green nymph couldn't help but glance up to his big, magnificent wings, wishing he wasn't to tired so she could hop up on his back and fly with him. That would be so cool! Maybe later, she thought. " Hey! Are you grumpy, you seem a little grump sir. Is it me? Am I annoying! Oh! Would you like me to shut up? I can try!" She would gasp, looking up to him, wide eyed, waiting for him to reply. Though, when he offered his name, she would smile and they he would go on about water. "Eric." She would say, as if testing it upon her lips. " Eric, Eric, Eric." When she had enough of that, she would attempt to run around him in circles, before panting and aiming to face head on. " Well there's no water here, obviously. Though there is some in a land close by if you wish for me to show you. Don't want you getting all dehydrated and dying."

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@Eric
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<center>For the love of Ka.</center>

She is doe eyed, obvious <I>(or uncaring)</i>, and quick to take another breath for more spewing. Bouncing back and forth between assumption and truth. I choke back overly harsh remarks when woman child mentions shutting up. Aye. <u>Shut up</u>. <b>"It <i>has</I> been a long day,"</b> <i>(and it's still early yet)</i> my mind is silently calculating the risk of flying for another half hour or so. A lurching spasm in my right shoulder proves that idea to be fool-hearted. <b>"Just overwellemed I suppose..."</b> My eyes are pinched together to avoid the glare; for the first time since laying sight on this creature the icy center softens somewhat, <b>"Where do you get all this....<i>energy</i>?"</b>

Considering the nature <i>(and the boundaries of proper eloquent she's already leaped over)</i> of our conversation, it doesn't seem rude to ask. 

Persephone proceeds to recite my name. Or rather, chant it. For a moment I wonder if she'd forgotten my pry for water. I'm further convinced of this when the girl startlingly bolts off in a tight circle around me. A quiet growl pinches past the dry folds of these lips, both ears twitch dejectedly and follow. Mayhaps the pain wasn't so bad after all. I <i>could</I> fly. My left appendage widens, fanning loosely from it's sweaty sheath. Froth lies beneath, coating the hair slick. Prepared to let the girl spin herself out, <i>(minus my presence),</i> my hindquarters flex. Slowly pushing an unwilling rump to stand. Hindlegs quiver.  

As quickly as her harmless bounding begins, it stops. I also pause, a rushed farewell dies on my tongue when she again mentions water. <b>"Lead on..."</b> spoken between clinched teeth, <b>"I pray its not far."</b> This whole experience might've been amusing for a not so tired, hungry, thirsty me. As it where, <b>"Where is your...companion?"</b> There was a flicker of regret after the question had been asked, what if it was <i>another</i> Persephone?

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OOC: let's continue this one if you don't mind Smile If she could find water in the savanna I'd greatly appreciate it. It'll mess up my timeline if they travel to other lands right now Tongue


@Luisiana

Glossary

Ka :: destiny
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<P> Blue gaze traces the fine structure of his build, though there was no doubt he looked tired and needed peace, which quickly made her realize she probably wasn't the best company right now. Would he prefer to be alone out here to collect his thoughts? when he confides it's been a long day, the green nymph decides that she'll take a more calm and peaceful approach, in order to give him a little break. Small cranium would tilt down so that she could gaze upon her unusual feet, slowly wiggling her toes as though she hasn't moved in a while. Triangular ears would twitch when he would question how she got all the energy and well, she didn't really have a good answer. As she grew up no one had really told her to calm down, though perhaps if she were told things may change. Her shoulder would roll forward, not really thinking much of it. " I guess it's just natural for me." she would sit back on her haunches, innocent in her speech as though she see's no problem. Though as soon as he beckoned her to lead on she'd jump right up, skipping along the area for 5-10 minutes, speaking very little until she found a very small watering hole. " Be careful, lions lurk around here." The last thing she wanted was to be breakfast. She noticed he hesitation when he asked about her companion, as if regretting asking the moment he spoke, though she would not question him why. "Uh... I guess I kinda left her somewhere for the day. You know, she needs a break from me now and again. I think sometimes she finds me... annoying."
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@Eric