Its Death is My Dinner [Aello]

[Nyctea]

73rd of Summer, 512AV The Ravosala set onward at twilight, and arrived at her usual destination as the sky turned dusk. Backpack in hand, Nyctea stepped out of the boat and onto firm, foliage-covered ground. "Gorm, you wouldn't mind bringing back a rucksack, would you? I plan on bagging a couple extra for the Market. You're welcome to come by sometime hun~" The Ravosalaman blushed as Nyctea leaned over to peck his cheek. "Meet me at the far end this time, right at dawn" She waved goodbye to her good friend, stepping back and away from the shore. Nyctea momentarily reminisced upon the first day she'd asked the man to take her to The Wildlands. It had taken her a good deal of pleading, bribing, and a certain bit of femininity for Gorm to agree. Without him, it wouldn't have been possible for Nyctea to spend full nights on her own, hunting to her heart's content. Her parents were satisfied with this decision, since keeping her at home would've been far too dangerous. But Nyc knew they were worried for her. The look in her father's eyes when she'd told him of her plans tonight, had been difficult to walk away from. They knew it was useless to try and stop her; they'd learned to trust that their baby would be fine on her own. Nyctea was more than fine. She was in her element. Pupils dilated as darkness fell, while walking deeper into the woods. Finding a familiar spot, Nyc crouched low and removed her backpack. Her eyes swept the surroundings to make sure she was solitary. The garbs were slipped off and folded away in the bag, which was then buried and covered. Hair down and fully nude, Nyc sat on the ground and leaned against a tree. I can't stay here like this forever, though I do feel so comfortable. That irritating feeling at the pit of my stomach, yearning for a companion... is lessened here. I'm alone. I'm free. I'm ... *grrrowl* ... famished, I suppose. Time to get moving, then. Iridescent lights encircled her entity entirely, dissolving her human form. In it's place now, an owl flew high. Higher and higher, then deeper and deeper into the shadows of the night. Nyctea landed on a branch, then swiftly jumped from tree to tree, until she reached the outer edge of her first clearing. Perched in her roosting, Nyc slightly shifted a bit to the right, placing herself behind enough darkness and vegetation for complete camouflage. There, she waited. __________________________ Hm, not a sound, nor a motion for several chimes now. I can't wait for much longer. I'll have to scare them. !~Whooo, hoo-hoo-hooz, whooo~!

[Aello]

Colored vapors rose from the ground. A gaseous mist which billowed about the feet of the huntress as readily as the folds of her long cotton dress. A forest green in shade, which tended to blend in with the occasional dotting shrub. Or at least it would, had it not grown soiled after excessive wear and time spent in the forest. But Aello didn't care, all that mattered was the fact that the hour had grown late, and she still, remained empty handed. The girl's fist clenched unhappily around the supple curve of her father's old bow, as muddied eyes danced across the terrain. Where are the lot of you hiding? Aello wondered, as she continued to look for suitable prey. Her magic scouting out ahead of her lithe form, as feet sank into earth sodden from recent rain. Patches of soil grown rough with debris- discarded tree limb and ripped tendrils of browning grass, and that far softer. That which remained cool and squishy in texture; leaving sloppy prints in the woman's wake. The girl could sense the clods which clung to blistering leather. She could hear the soft rustling of the underbrush she passed through. The way the trees whispered to each other each time the subtle breeze forced their limbs to shake. Hear her own heart drumming out a tune by which to march as her breath came less and less, as her intake grew deeper. The amount of time she held the air in her lungs, steadily longer. And then there was a discordant note, rocking upon a bed of the most ethereal of elements. A cacophonous sound which rattled the trees to their cores as it continued to play. Reverberating off diamond backs. Aello grew all the more silent; deathly still. The misty veil shifted. Swaying, as would sea grass in a breeze. Another moment and the curtain had been pulled, revealing the source of the sound. An owl whose feathers where born of similar shades to that of Aello's sparrow. From whose head sprouted two tufts, curled like a ram's horns. With piercing yellow eyes as opposed to beady black. "A great horned owl," the girl whispered under her breath. "Stories claim they are quite the little beasts." Thank Eywaat that Yune has left for the night, or there would be much protecting to do against this entity of base nature. Incapable of knowing human restraint. Pink petals furled into a subtle grin as Aello's legs began to move. Woodenly, as though she were a puppet laced by frayed strings, guided by the hand of an elderly master. The gap which rested between them was closing. Soon, assuming the Kelvic chose not to leave its perch, the huntress and the creature's paths would intertwine. Weaving together as easily as fine threads against a flaxen tapestry. OOCSorry this is complete rubbish. Most of my openings are...

[Nyctea]

Nyctea paused her call for less than half a chime-- squeak!...Head swiveled 80 degrees to the left. It was an all-too-familiar betrayal of sound. The next part should be simple. I've got you n---*rustle... rustle...*... Petch. Instincts told Nyc to flee. That particular rhythmic, muffled crackling of undergrowth couldn't possibly be an animal. She knew they were close, as her head spun to face the direction of motion. The shadows shifted, Nyc could catch glimpses of the human. Turning again to face her appetizer, an annoyance built inside of her. Why come through this part of the woods now? The chance to fly away to safety was ticking away. But her hunger had forced Nyc into different thoughts. Fine, no matter. It's nearly impossible for one to tell that I'm a Kelvic. Why would I be in any real danger? I'll just take my kill and leave. Nyc knew that she'd reasoned herself into a risky decision; her frame of opportunity was slim. Yet without a second thought, the owl took a swift and shallow dive, then leveled out to glide close to the ground. The soft fringe on the edges of her wings dampened the sound of air rushing through her feathers, as eyes narrowed in on her target. You're mine, hun. A rapid footed strike, followed by piercing talons, and the prey was locked in place. Dead. Swooping upwards, back into the branches, Nyctea knew foreign eyes were still on her. She didn't care. The rather large rodent had a delicious head. She swallowed the rest down whole as well, with her beak held high in pride. Not far from where she perched before, Nyc waited in anticipation. She stared straight at the stranger, feathers above her yellow eyes furrowed in a glare. Ready for whatever happened next. OOCI'd have to say that I'm always impressed by your detailed and poetic use of words. It's truly refreshing~

[Aello]

A wing's span stretched only so far, but even so, it was enough to blot out the celestial orb hung by the sun's golden strings. Defaced as grey peckings dotted the surface, casting brown feathers in a darker light. The limbs unfurling as though they were a fan. Tendrils dancing against hardened central stalk, as the wind filtered through. Caressing wisps and billowing tufts as though they were a newborn babe. Muddied eyes followed uneasily as talons retracted just enough to allow for a release. She watched the dive, the snatch, and the guzzle. A wicked grin crossed the girl's features. And so the weak make way for the strong. Allowing that which carries a chance to survive throughout the ages a flickering light against a darkening sky. A glimmering hope in that the gossamer veil shall be pulled back just enough to release them from their bounds; an aching sense of emptiness which naught seems to sate for more than a few chimes. Let alone an eternity. Aello sighed. If only Dira were here. She would understand... The girl's thoughts trailed off for a time as her feet blindly led. Limbs bound by strings, manipulated by grand puppeteer. Grinding to a halt only when she reached the tree upon whose gnarled and misshapen arm the owl Kelvic rested. Aello's thumb danced over the supple curve of her father's old bow as she looked up. Long brown hair cascading down the length of her back as muddied eyes grazed over darkening silhouette. She smiled sweetly as a thoughtful, final sweep was given, allowing her to take in the graceful flourish of retracted feathers. The distinguished curve of talons; pinching diamond backed patterns so as to remain in place. Yellow eyes locked with those of far darker hues. "Well hello," Aello commented, her tone rather neutral. "Did you enjoy your snack?" she asked, although, she expected no real answer. OOCWhy thank you.

[Nyctea]

She seems rather pensive... The owl was intrigued by the female who stood before her. Nyc faced a tame gaze, though she wasn't one to be fooled by simply the surface. No, she knew the girl couldn't be trusted as of yet; not while slender fingers traced a mighty weapon. As suspicion built inside of her, so did curiosity. Head bobbed up and down, left to right; a thorough once-over. The owl realized that the girl couldn't be much older than her own human form. Why stay, hun? How amusing could I be for one to stare and smile in such a manner? Harmless curiosity at first, then started to fuel a familiar longing, ablaze in the depths of her gut. Oh for shyke's sake; I'm fine on my own! The silent, dismissing cry... did nothing to please her primal needs. Nyc couldn't take it anymore. In an effort to escape from her thoughts, Nyctea prepared to take flight. A voice stopped her. "Well hello. Did you enjoy your snack?" How trite. The attempt to sate my craving with kill was indeed, relished. Yet, her manner was as if she questioned a pet of sorts; an insentient creature. The owl oddly felt challenged by the girl. They both knew (assuming the girl knew it at all) that a response required a shift. With no means of defense by her side, a naked Nyctea would surely be a sitting target. A little ingenuity might help here, Eywaat. Like all other feathered fowl, Nyc had respect for the princely God. She'd learned of his existence from overhearing several colloquies among birds and humans alike. Every now and then, Nyc would fruitlessly ask for guidance. Today was different. Only a moment later, Nyc had an idea. Would it work? The owl needed to get the stranger to follow her. Nyc clumsily fluttered over the girl's head and landed on the branch of the opposite tree. "Hoo-hoo!" The call was followed with an outstretched wing; a motion similar to an inviting wave. Should the girl decide to take steps forward, Nyc would repeat her behavior. The owl would fly to the next tree, shout a hoot, and wave. All the while, Nyctea would keep a close eye on the girl; she resolved to flee if Nyc ever spotted a suspicious move. Proof of amity was all Nyctea needed, before she could reveal herself.

[Aello]

A wing away from back allowed the air to filter under, as beckoning motion was given beside lonely call. Aello heard it, heeded, as smoldering coals churned beneath the weight of ghastly prod. The charred remains scattered, ashen debris dusting sacred earthen wear as they rolled against the surface. Tumbling against uneven terrain as though there was nothing in its wake to hinder its advancement. No obstacle so grand it would fail to surpass. Obsidian overcame snow stained earth, through which bloody rivers pulsed. Undulating just beneath the surface as bubbling liquid poured over bends, threatening to trickle through the space between Morwen's fingers. "You wish to play a game?" Aello asked, as a small smile crossed her lips. "Follow the leader?" she continued as her feet followed blindly. Trailing several paces after the owl which kept on leading her onwards, into the forest's depths. Past insatiable stomach into the bowels, where semi masticated monstrosities were known to dwell. But to where they were headed, the huntress didn't know. Couldn't tell. The aurist sighed as she took a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. "Do you know where you're going, owl?" Aello asked. "Do you know where you are taking us?" she finished, as she forced herself to keep on walking. Her thumb nervously trailing over the supple curve of her father's bow. She wondered if she would need it, this shadow lined night.

[Emblem]

Congratulations! You Get Glorious Experience! Aello Skills Observation- 1 XP Stealth- 1 XP Lores Chasing the Owl Other Shenanigans: Nope Nyctea Skills Observation- 2 XP Lores Getting a Kill Other Shenanigans: Nope Comments : Too bad this couldn't be finished because I enjoyed what I read. There wasn't too much to give but I did my best, but if you have any questions, concerns, or suggestions, go ahead and shoot me a PM!