What a Welcome (OPEN)

[Eshatoh]

3rd of Spring, 510 A.V.

Eshatoh had finally found his way to the Sea of Grass proper. For as far as he could see, green carpeted the ground, broken only by thin trickles of blue that had to be water. Water! How amazing was that? It was just sitting there-- not being used for drinking by people or even animals. For a moment he couldn't breathe.

The moment passed.

And he set out, enjoying the feel of the grass gently caressing his feet and making his way towards one of the rivulets. He soon learned that the grass wasn't actually that gentle. In fact, even to feet with years of built up callouses from walking barefoot, the grass still caused lacerations.

Before long he was moving with his head down, blood streaming from his feet, awkwardly hopping from patch to patch of bare ground. All of this meant that when Eshatoh had absolutely no clue what was dive-bombing at him out of the sky.

Turns out grass cuts weren't the only nasty thing in the plains. Before Eshatoh knew what had quite literally hit him, there was a black weasel-like creature clinging to the back of his head, he was facedown on the ground, and blood was spurting from wounds the thing had created and, in fact, was still creating. Because of this realization, Eshatoh was quick to swat at the back of his head. For his trouble, all he managed to do was hit his own head and become unconscious, albeit only for a few seconds.

When he came to, Eshatoh staggered to his feet. Water wasn't going to come to him, and help seemed as unlikely here as it did in the desert. So he started walking onwards, still half-dazed, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

[Ghostly]

OOC: I hope Im not breaking any rules by posting in the Bronze Woods and then in the Sea of Grass...and I hope my widdle guy in welcome in this thread. =D

IC: Ghost drifted relatively silently through the towering grass, but it wouldnt be described as smoothly, as he was purposely creating and experimenting with different rhythms. Either switching up the order in which he alternated paws or how hard he slapped them against the earth or even arching his spine so that the backpack-and its contents- either jingled or smacked into his shoulderblades. He had modified the pack, rather rudimentarily, so that it sat somewhat comfortably across his upper back, looking as menacing and threatening as a huge white wolf wearing a backpack could.

Although most of his attention was turned towards his music making, he always kept his sharpest sense, his smell, on high alert. Although even this was starting to waver from the lack of change in his scenery, and in the smells, and in same old boring shit he slushed through every damn day... This was about to change.

No, he wasnt quiet. No, he wasnt camoflauged. No, he wasnt even paying attention. But somehow he had almost touched nose to ass to another living creature, seemingly undetected!

Three intense realizations slammed into the Kelvic, simultaneously. First, the overwhelming, almost intoxicating smell of blood that he was pretty much standing in. Second, the striking red and shine of blood that was fresh. Third, the source was 10 feet in front of him.

It took a considerable effort not to launch himself at the injured boy right that second. Instead, mostly because he WASNT hungry and entirely too bored, he decided to interact with him in a way that didnt involve eating him.

Gathering himself, he sidestepped into grass that wasnt downtrodden and maybe enough to conceal his giant frame at least a little. He didnt have a plan....yet.

[Eshatoh]

OOCFirst off, sorry for the delay. I've gotta warn you. I am not at all what you would call a high-output writer. There will be many delays. If you can stand that, you are absolutely and completely welcome in any thread of mine.



Eshatoh had been walking for about five minutes when he realized two things from one imminent fact. The first was that he must be at least a little woozy, and the second was that he probably was about to die. There was wolf following him. Missing a flying weasel was one thing, but if his Chaktawe motion sense missed the hulking figure of a wolf, there was definitely a problem. Very likely, he deserved the any death sentence he received.

Still, he had to at least try to defend himself, so he kept walking as he slipped a hand onto his hunting knife. It was puny by comparison to the threat it had to fight, and Eshatoh was acutely aware of the fact. Still the whole situation was strange. A wolf hunting by itself was not a common thing, and one willing to take on a human alone would be even rarer. Very likely the specimen stalking Eshatoh was either rabid or starving. Both were rather unpleasant possibilities.

Cautiously, Eshatoh turned towards the wolf. It was immediately evident, too large to conceal itself easily. Besides this, it was wearing a backup... What the heck was going on here?

Idly, Eshatoh held his knife out towards the wolf. It was supposed to be a threatening gesture but was made somewhat ineffective by the bemused expression splayed across his face.