Let Sleeping Beasts Lie (E'Theonia)

[Rai'ley]

46th of Winter, 511 AV If Rai'ley could have been Ivaski all of the time, he would have been. He was more comfortable in his fur and of course, without clothing. He needed to be in his human form more and more these days though. If there came a day when a Konti needed his assistance, he needed to be able to move and react comfortably in his human form. This was why the Kelvic walked through the forest in his bipedal form. Rai'ley was dressed simply. The less clothing he stuffed himself into, the better. At his side, he attempted to twirl his iron staff. It was much harder than he thought it would be though. Coordination with his hands was not something he was gifted with. Paws, perhaps, not hands. The digits were so long and they could bend so much! Of course, the opposable thumb was appreciated. The wonder of picking things up not using one's mouth was always a wonder to behold. After a few chimes of trying to play with his staff, Rai'ley gave up and placed his focuses elsewhere. He listened to the woods around him, smelled the soil and the trees. He liked to be in the forest. Not as much as the beach but really, who decided it was a contest? When Rai'ley had gotten far enough into the forest he stopped. He would work on his staff here. Fancy tricks aside, he needed to be able to fight with it. The Ivaski started out simple. He practiced getting the staff out and ready for a good session of whacking. He listened to the sound it made whizzing through the air and stopping before him. He tried getting the staff ready in different directions. From the left, from the right, above, below. The point of the practice was to have a steady hand. Who was going to fear him if his grasp shook when he presented his weapon. It was not sharp and clearly, it was not a weapon that could harm from a far. He needed to convince whoever crossed his path that even though the staff was blunt, he could beat the shyke out of them.

[E' Theonia]

Entranced by the surroundings of lush smells, one contrasting against the other, oaks and shrubbery speckled across in different areas before E' Theonia's gray eyes. "It's... just so beautiful here." whispered E' Theonia to herself walking over, thorny patches of brush, and logs laying over on it's side, providing a place for fungi to create a small utopia of mushrooms and moss.

E' Theonia would grasp onto her trident carefully shifting and balancing her weight onto it to help her over rocks she had decided to climb up on and climb back down off of. Grasping her crimson cloak she notices a spider crawling on the hem of it, she quickly shakes the spider off shrieking a quick small scream of disgust. "Gross... gross... gross... Just absolutely repul-..." Before she had finished her sentence, E' Theonia's foot had found a root popping up out of the ground, causing her to lose her footing and falling backwards downhill.

E' Theonia lets out a loud quick scream, then finally reaches the bottom, finding herself in a ditch. [b]"By the scales on my back that was crazy! Ouch..." E' Theonia looks to see that she probably rolled through a patch of thorns, seeing that her belly is scratched up a bit, and bleeding. "Just great... That's just beautiful" Using her trident, she pulls herself up onto her feet, and hearing a swishing and a bit of rustling in the distance, she quickly takes stance, grasping her trident into both hands pointing in the direction of the noise, sliding her feet apart to hold a stance that would keep her from losing balance, she shakes her head shaking what she could of the leaves and debris from her hair, but the whole time she kept her eyes forward in the direction of the noise, flash she saw a quick glimpse of herself taking the same stance she is now and two other stances she didn't know she knew, "Now's not the time to be dazing out..." whispered E' Theonia to herself.

E' Theonia's heart was racing, she has no clue how well she could use the trident, she was only going off of what she remembered in her dreams, attacking a wooden dummy, she created herself, or at least what she thought to be a dream. Despite the cold weather, she felt sweat forming on her brow, and her heart didn't seem to want to stop screaming at her, get out of here! but what if what's beyond her view, behind the bushes, faster then her? Can she out run it? All she cared about now was that whatever it is that it is friendly. E' Theonia's face showed no lack of confidence, but she knew all too well that, that wasn't the case, for a roaring sea of fear is swelling inside her. What could be behind this bush?