.:Heading South?:. (closed)

[Blizzard]

Blizzard sighed "The name's Blizzard. I've been called Blitz and Blizz but I mostly prefer Blizzard." She moved onto her other questions "Got the dress from my mother who abandoned me. Got the shaw from a snow leopard who tried to move into my territory, and the red flower bow, my mom gave to me as well."

She chuckled "I was born here, was abandoned here, and I learned to live on my own here in Avanthal."

[Vespirus]

"Awe, that's so sad." Her eyes were a faded glassy color now. "My mother left me to travel the world." She looked down at her knife. "My father's knife is all I have left of my family except for when my mother comes back, then I see her a little, and she leaves me gifts from the places she goes too." The trip to the village was coming to an end, they had only been a short distance away. "Well, were almost to the gates."

[Dronkier]

The sound of voices was the first piece of mortal interaction Dron had picked up. It had been mooncycles since he'd seen a break in the landscape, and he was begining to think this land was a purgatory of sorts, that the tundra was trapped somewhere outside of Mizahar's cycle as well. The voices however, dimmed this previously concrete understanding of the world.

The man stood tall and still, though he was by far no hunter. His breath (a function of his that still fascinated him utterly) hung in the air before him as he tried to listen in. The voices lacked the bass of his own- they must be feminine. Remebering terms like this was becoming less and less problematic, a fact that Dron quite enjoyed. Tracks of various animals lay where he stood, and though he passsed countless predatory situations his ignorance to danger had kept him from it so far. His approach was painfully uncooth, snow was an enemy to be conquered and packed down.

It took him but a few moments to see them, catching the last snippet of a conversation about meat. People. He wondered who they were, behind the murky distraction of personality. He wished he could see into them, cut past the emotion, self doubt, the illusion of clarity and control and speak to their spirits, the self-within-the-self. It made him long for a dead life.

"If you are going to a place (what was the word for a gathering of mortal beings?) with more people, may you point the way?" The sound of his voice suprised him, it was strong and forceful though his words were polite. He was a few days from a shower, and a razor but his scent was not entirely correct. Maybe he should have smelled worse, humans usually do. "I do not mean to intrude, if I am, you may tell me so."

[Blizzard]

Blizzard looked at Vespirus then cleared her throat. She wasn't good with people. Especially people that randomly walked up. As a matter of fact she didn't even like meeting new people. And today seemed like one of tose days she didn't like.

She looked around at the snow then looked at the Ethaefal. "I assume just follow the lights near the city. But she might culd help you better than I." She looked at Vespirus then gave her a look that said Your turn, Vantha.

[Vespirus]

She understood the look given to her. "If your on your way to Avanthal, we're headed there currently." She made a waving gesture, and continued walking. The third party seemed somewhat a wildcard. His sudden arrival was far more than a supprise but "The more th marrier!" She said with a smile.

[Dronkier]

Nothing more was needed. Dron walked casually behind the two females, not offering another word. He mused about the "lights of the city" probing his shaded memories for such a sight. The name of the city rang strange in his ears. "Avanthal." It was a strange grouping of letters, and he repeated it a few times, enjoying the twist of language. "AvAnthal. aVANthal. AvanTHAL." He nodded, with sagacious understanding. He wondered idily if the two females were friends, if they had grown closer, or shared with eachother. It occured to him the phrase that the woman (Vespirus) made. The more the merrier. It made him think of thralls of the disembodied, the flow of souls in the cycle. Multitudes of being, (they were separate in a technical sense, yet collective. They were one.) Remembering Laif, he pictured the battlefield, the disembodied forms of mortality. The screams and the mourning- blood leaking from flesh, prayers frantically whispered by non-believers. The more the merrier. Why was he sent to this wreched place?

On he walked, in silent contemplation.

[Blizzard]

Importnt NoticeBlizzard will be leaving this thread soon and when she leaves it's left for you guys. When you finish it please PM me so I can submit it. She's gotta go say bye to a friend.

Blizzard sighed. She was getting no where around these parts. She decided that she was heading South. "i'm sorry to rain on our parade, aquaintances, but I must see my very good friend in these parts. It's really important. I don't mean to bail on any of you. It was wonderful meeting you both. Maybe next time, Vespirus?" She sighed, nodded at Vespirus and Dronkier, then turned around and started running for the mountains. She looked back then looked ahead once again.

[Vespirus]

The thought of the woman leaving her was like a slap to the face, but she knew what she was going through. "If you ever come back, I'll still be here!" She doubted she would come back, but there was always the possibility. Vespirus turned back, and looked at the man with the odd horns, her eyes shifting to a sad blue color. "I have never seen the likes of you before?" She said to the man. He was unlike any human she had ever seen. "I haven't seen anything that looks like you in my studies before either. What is your name?"

[Dronkier]

"An interesting question." Dron had rehearsed human conversation in his head as they walked, wondering exactly what was appropriate. Who indeed. Was he Laif? No. Was he Evram, or Lenil or Astana? He was them all, but none of them. He could barely remember faces, left only with vague impressions of lives lost. He was Dron. He was the self within many selves. "Dron is my name, but that is not exactly who I am. To be honest, I didn't know what I would look like- and I haven't yet seen myself. Impressions, of course. I am tall, I feel strong. I have touched the curvature of my face, and horns at night, but I have not yet beheld my features." He was about to launch off into impressions of self, how important the facade of knowledge between self and inner self was, and how all people believe they see themselves, but can never truly gain an impression of themselves, for they, in fact, are them. Alas before that could happen, he stated: "But, you've just asked my name, and that I've given you. A fair trade, for me to ask yours." This was as close to a request for her name as he was going to come. "We are called Etaefal. I am called Dron." He took the night skies in once more, sending a silent prayer to the moonspirits for safekeeping and wellbeing. Falling silent once more, Dron turned his gaze to the woman and then away, awaiting her response.

[Vespirus]

The man seemed to speak in a somewhat strange way, as if he had not ever existed until now, or had recently stopped existing and been born anew. "My name is Vespirus, however the few friends I have ever had usually called me Ves." Her voice was very light and jolly. What came out of her mouth seemed more like music than words. Her eyes stared into his, not in a manner of which it seemed they were boring into his soul, which would be creepy, but in more a way of trying to find answers within his seemingly lost mind. She could now be much more trustworthy of him, knowing that he knew so little about even himself. "You'r race is a very strange one as it would appear. On the account that my friend just left, would you be willing to come in my house for a little while. I usually don't get company, and even when I do they seldom stay long. It would be nice to talk to someone other than my father's grave." As they stepped past the colossal gates, which never really did amaze her, but travelers seemed astounded by them, she waved to the guards and their polar bears. It always was kind of funny to see polar bears just walking around by the gate. "My house isn't far from the gates and it is quite small, but you should feel perfectly at home."