Open Hallucinating.

[Justice Siybl]

Justice hissed, cracking her paw back into place. "Then kill me!" Anger etched her small tiger face, and finally, she bolted up the tree. Fury took control of her and she climbed higher, ignoring the sharp pain in her legs. She looked down at Salar who was now pretty small to her. He acted so mendacious! He was such a liar! He would kill her no matter what happened!

[Schism]

Or would he? There was a thing to know about Falyndar, and the merciless hand the Myrians held over it: it was their territory, and they guarded it jealously. Not far off from the scuffle there was a patrol. Much to the luck of the Dhani and Kelvic, it was not an entire fang in movement, but rather a smaller, more manageable hunting party. They had overheard the adolescent cooing-roar of the tigress cub, and pursued with great interest. For one, the Myrians had tigers of their own. Lesser-great cats were still good for pelts, meat, and bone no less. The idea of a Myrian tiger cub having run away was incredibly small, near impossible. The Myrians moved to kill. From the concealment of the jungle brush, the hunting party encircled about the quarrel of Dhani and tiger. This hunt for a cat suddenly became something much direr. The monstrous strength of the Dhani outmatched any single Myrian’s, especially amongst this party. The war calls, guised as bird noises that could arouse almost no suspicion to the untrained ear, rang out. Communication between the young female party leader and at least three others called out. They were forming a plan all along. No one understood or heard the little tigress’s hissing for what it was, except the special party member, another kelvic. As Justice scaled the tree, she soon came face to face with the shadowed visage of a ferocious, albeit little, jungle cat. The dark, elongated ears pointed back like bladed wings ready to propel the feline forward onto Justice. However, the cat did not pounce but instead sympathized with the fear in Justice’s eyes. There was a loud meowing heard from the tree Justice was climbing. From the green surroundings the Myrians made a move on Salar. Perhaps they had caught him with the element of surprise as the first amateur arrows soared for his chest and arms. The characteristic whistle of a blow dart pierced Salar’s ears as the projectile soared over his head into the tree near him. These Myrians were very armed and dangerous. The first of them emerged from the green. She was the leader; she was strong, young, and notably afraid…but no less determined. A gruesome mace hung from his left wrist poised to break Salar’s bones. She was joined by two others armed with knives and swords. The Myrian with the treacherous poison had not yet revealed herself. Salar had a fight before him. Just another day out in the Falyndar wilds, and the suffering it brings… The cat near Justice identified himself. In their mutual feline language, he addressed young Justice tauntingly. “A kelvic? White hunter, why are you playing with snakes too big for you,” he asked with a vicious snarl. His attention was quickly turned away by the hissing of the Dhani and the war calls of the Myrians who threatened to break Salar. “My bond mate needs me. She is afraid. I’ll come back for you, morsel.” The jungle cat moved past Justice and prepared himself to pounce on the unsuspecting Salar. Justice was faced with a choice: would she help the Myrians the Dhani? Time was short, as the Myrians moved in on Salar. OOCI’ve seen your combat prowess Salar. I think you can handle this fight fairly. Send me a PM if you want me to come back in for any moderation. Justice, the choice is yours. I hope you like the added spice. Make sure of it to the fullest! Again, PM me with any concerns. I’ll stop back in if I see an opportunity to enhance the story again. Enjoy!Sal posts next I think...yes.

[Kara Sunderwater]

Salar hissed at his own carelessness. "Blood for Ssssiku!" he hissed in Common. Right now, he regretted not having his halberd. But then, this was supposed to have been a hunting foray in his snake form. Not an intended skirmish with Myrian warriors. What did it matter? No son of Zinrah would back away from a fight with Myri's trash. And Salar was the strongest son of Zinrah! He could take on any Myrian, armed or unarmed, single-handedly without fear. A small group like this was hardly worth blinking. Three of them simply meant three more bodies for the Jungle to claim. He was not, however, stupid. Launching himself without a plan was the easiest way to die. His scales were tough, tough enough to let him take a few hits but not against the mace and not against repeated strikes. The girl, the leader... if she was the best they had, then the Myrians were clearly still suffering from the losses they had taken in the summer. Which meant these people were hardly better than her. But none of them had bows. Which meant there was another out there, waiting to strike him down from afar. Salar had his plan. The girl was in the middle of two men. Strike the head of a serpent and its tail would strike in retaliation. While these were no snakes, it would not have been wise to allow his flanks to be closed off. It exposed him to the risk of arrow shot but clearly the Myrian was no skilled archer. He had to take a chance somewhere. He went for the male on his right. The warrior swung his sword from side to side in an attempt to stop the deadly lunge. It failed miserably. The male, barely more than a boy, had little skill and less luck. In unarmed combat, Salar was confident of his skills. With a swift strike, he blocked the Myrian's sword arm and slid his hand down hard onto the Myrian's neck. The blunt chopping move stunned the Myrian. He fell onto a knee, all forward momentum gone. That allowed Salar to grab his tunic and hurl the boy at his companions. It wasn't a kill. It was an insult. He had proven he could simply hurl one of them instead of killing them. He wanted them to think he was playing around. In fact, it was part of his plan. Salar needed to know where the last Myrian was. He could judge the approximate direction of the first arrow. Now he needed a second one fly past him. If it came from a new direction, it meant that the Myrian had moved. The Myrian boy had dropped a knife when he had gone airborne. Salar picked it up, experimenting with it. Short, pointy, almost a toy in his hand. But the Myrians were more acutely aware of his weapon now than his unarmed fighting skills. Their mistake. Salar was disappointed that his throw hadn't knocked any of them over. It had, however, checked their advance on him. They stopped to recover, whispering plans in their vile tongue.

[Justice Siybl]

"Morsel?!" Justice hissed angrily. "I should've never come into this damned place! I'm so stupid!" She climbed a bit higher, glaring at the Myrian who had spoken to her. She hissed insults at him, before diving from her spot to the floor, landing on her paws swiftly. She growled at the Myrians, actually deciding to help the Dhani, like he needed it. It turned out, she was much stronger than she appeared.

[Schism]

Salar had the Myrians on the defensive; this was good. For as shaky as they were, their captain at arms was in no mood to give in to a Dhani. The gritting of her teeth hinted of her personal vendetta with the Dhani. Her Myrian barking carelessly called out to curse the snake-man, and rally her troops. “Hold! We are children of Myri! Will we let this snake-beast make fools of us? Ney, fight! Strike to kill! For Myri!” The whistling of a dart went through the air and landed in the broad side of Salar’s tail. It would take some time for the petite dart’s package to reach his head for any effect at all. Given a minute or two, he’d begin to feel the generalized paralysis. The fight shouldn’t last much longer, else the winning party would be exhausted and fall victim to the jungle at large. The captain led her charge against Salar directly. As if to tenderize the meat on Salar’s face, the captain charged forward with all her might and agility, the mark of their Goddess-Queen glowing divinely. The burning sigils converged on Salar as steel sought to meet flesh, mercilessly. When the tracker caught sight of the tiger on the prowl, she called to the kelvic jungle cat they had brought. A white hide, although rare and perhaps valuable, was of no priority and didn’t deserve the poison darts, a merciful and swift death if enough were packed into her skin. A growl came from behind Justice. The jungle cat, smaller, faster, set up behind her and hissed. It was a season late of wanting to mount her from this point. Right now, he had orders to kill. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” he taunted flatly. Justice, although wanting to help Salar, seemed to have a fight of her own. The jungle cat pounced without much more alarm or notice. His aim was straight forward and easily read. He was going for the throat or neck. With a proper latch he’d be able to put her down, for good. Perhaps Justice could do the same though. Whatever the case, these two entities would never be closer or further from each other. Side by side they would fight the Myrians although unable to help their friend-at-arms.

[Justice Siybl]

Justice wasn't surprised at all by the Myrian's attack. She hissed and tried dodging, but felt the impact of the other cat on top of her. She scrambled underneath his weight, finally throwing him off. She whipped around to face him, growling loudly. "Idiot!" she hissed, then booked it toward a tree, scaling it easily. "Come and get me if you want me dead!"

[Kara Sunderwater]

The male Dhani plucked the offending dart from his hide. It was of no consequence to him. All it meant was that he had to stop playing around and end them. The dart had struck him from the rear, which meant that the last Myrian had moved. Excellent. Without warning, the tensed muscles of the Constrictor erupted like a giant spring. He would not sit there and take their charge. Noravennsalar would meet their assault with his own countercharge! The trio of Myrians and Salar crashed, all of them falling over. They had not been able to swing their weapons so that the bites from them were shallow. Bruises instead of cuts. He dropped the knife which he had picked up during the tussle. From an observer's point of view, it was a chaotic scrum on the ground. The first Myrian Salar happened to pile atop was the male he had thrown. Without a moment's hesitation, Salar grabbed the man's head and twisted it into an angle that it never should have been at. The loud crack caused the two other inexperienced Myrians a moment's pause as they saw their comrade's head watching the sky behind him while his body faced forwards. For Salar, it was just the sound of nature and Siku taking their just dues. The female was the first to recover. She swung the great mace at Salar with force. The serpent, however, dodged it by curving his body around the swing. He had judged the angle and speed of the object and adjusted. Had it been a sword or other lighter weapon, Salar doubted he would have been fast enough to react. Now that she was at a disadvantage, Salar grabbed the arm which held the mace and wrestled it from her grasp. It was a little unwieldy in the hands of a small Myrian woman but in the hands of a large male Constrictor, it was light. Salar needed little effort to swing it about. Not that he had any real intention of using it. He flung the weapon at the other male, catching him in the gut and knocking him out. Salar flashed his green. Another one down! And he hadn't even aimed it properly! Siku was definitely smiling upon him today! That just left the girl who had retreated a distance and drawn a knife. Salar, likewise, picked the knife he had dropped earlier and advanced upon the girl. He wondered whether he ought to try to preserve her. No, she was trying to be brave and strong. Salar may have hated her and all her kind but he respected those traits. They deserved a swift end. The pleasures of Zinrah were most appropriate for the Myrian savage who had struck from the shadows. With a flick of his wrist, Salar flung the knife at the girl. She rolled out of its way, dodging the projectile with ease. Only to find that the gap between her and Salar had been reduced to nothing. With contemptuous ease, the Dhani lifted her by the scruff of her tunic."It hassss been fun. Goodbye." In her momentary terror, the girl had relaxed. And Salar used it to force her own hand to stab herself. The wound itself wasn't fatal but when Salar dropped her, the Myrian girl had to struggle to figure out where the wound was. In the mean time, Salar used that confusion to grasp the handle again, extract the knife, and plunge it straight into the girl's heart. With a gasp, the girl stiffened and flopped backwards, her life extinguished. Salar turned his steadily dizzying attention to the last Myrian. Clearly it was a hunter, skilled in moving through the forest since he could not detect its earlier movement. The only way to draw out a hunter was bait. And that new cat was it. "Another cat! Thissss one definitely weak! Small and weak, puny and weak, coward and weak! Choosssse weak Myrian! Die with weak Myrian!" the Dhani hissed mockingly. He wanted its attention. If that idiot cat thing named Justice had a brain, she would know to either help him slay the beast or find its master and kill him. But then, she was completely new to the whole jungle survival mentality. So, Salar just hoped he was strong enough to face this sorcerous beast and its master. It took a bit of effort for Salar to close with the Myrian pet that still was on the jungle floor. He was disappointed at the cowardice and poor judgment the white cat had shown. She was wasting energy jumping up and down trees. Why couldn't she just fight?

[Serquayadiin]

OOCIf I've made any grave errors, please let me know. This is my first actual roleplay post on this site.

Adiin slipped out of the nest without a sound, turning his serpentine head slowly from left to right. From what he could see, the coast was clear, but as he had learned long ago, the noises and underbrush of the forest could conceal many things... Even the barbaric Myrians. He had often wondered how all of the evil, hatred and barbarism of a Myrian could fit behind a tiny bush and remain hidden; But he was certain that if any of his fellows had dabbled in auristics in the slightest, the Myrians would be screwed for a hiding place. One could feel their hatred and selfishness just by looking in their eyes, nevermind looking at their aura.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Adiin slithered through the jungle on his belly, stopping behind bushes and other greenery as he went, so as not to arouse any residents. Over the years, he had become quite skilled at concealing his forty foot long trunk in the jungle's leaves, but today he felt, for some reason, like he would be needing those skills more than usual. Strange...

Adiin crawled his way slowly through the brush. Periodically, he would check around for worthy prey with his heat sense and sense of smell, but he never found anything large enough to eat. Suddenly he stopped his hunting. Something had occurred to him. I haven't prayed to Siku yet! No wonder I've caught no prey! He thought to himself.

Great mother Siku, please forgive your son, your servant, for his disrespect! As always, I dedicate this hunt to you. May the prey I catch be caught in your name! He prayed, hoping the goddess would forgive his mistake. Now that he had payed his respects to his maker, maybe he would finally be able to find some prey, for he was quite hungry.

As soon as he began to move again, though, Adiin began to hear noises in the distance. That was quick. He thought, moving in the direction of the sounds. As he got closer, he thought he could hear someone speaking. Definitely a Dhani. His brother (the voice was clearly male) sounded like he was taunting someone, which probably meant Myrians were about.

He came to another abrupt stop. If there were Myrians about, they could be hiding anywhere. From where he was, he could see a sort of clearing through the trees, where a black and orange constrictor in his Dhani form was. Strange... He didn't see any Myrians. He tried to paint a picture in his mind of what was in front of him, using his heat sense. At first all he picked up was his fellow Dhani, but soon he also noticed some rather weak heat spots laying on the ground near the snake. Dead Myrians. He thought, counting them. It looks like he did a pretty good job on them. One is still alive, but probably unconscious... So who was he talking to?

Just then, Adiin heard the tiniest snap of a branch, just a few yards in front of him. His body tensed as he realized there was another spot of heat right in the spot he heard the snap. It was hard to see with his heat sense, but despite whatever was covering it, he could still tell it was a Myrian. He must be doing something to cover up his body heat. He thought, opening his eyes to check the position of the Myrian. 

It took Adiin a while to find his prey, but even when he did, he could still hardly tell where what part of the Myrian was. The hunter was so well camouflaged, in fact, that he seemed to blend in with the large root he was hiding behind. Of course, Adiin was behind him, so it had been easier, but to someone in the clearing, the barbarian would be practically invisible.

Praise Siku he hasn't seen or heard me yet! Adiin thought, relieved by his luck. Siku must have forgiven him. Slowly and silently, he slithered towards his prey. Upon closer inspection, the Myrian appeared to be holding up a blow gun and resting his arms on the root to help his aim. He was so focused on looking down the length of the weapon that he must not have noticed the noises behind him. As Adiin prepared to attack, he carefully and quietly coiled his trunk up behind him like a spring.

Before he had a chance to lunge, though, he heard a shuffle of leaves caused by his tail. Springing into action (literally) before his target had a chance to react, Adiin straightened his body at a tremendous speed, which in turn propelled him towards the surprised Myrian. In the moment before collision, his prey turned around, revealing herself as a female. She tried to pull out her knife, but it was too late. Adiin's open mouth clamped down on the warrior from her right side, his fangs embedding deep into her chest. The two fell into the clearing, while Adiin tried to wrap his trunk around the warrior so he could squeeze the life out of her.

During the brief struggle, Adiin was successful in getting his trunk around the woman's body, but only because his bite had pinned her knife arm to her side. After that, it was just the simple task of breaking all of her bones through constriction, which he did, killing her. Once he was done, he loosened his grip and let the body go, coiling into a circle and taking in the situation around him.

[Justice Siybl]

Justice watched the second Dhani slither into the clearing. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she slowly made her way down the tree. She enjoyed the episode this Dhani created, trying to smash its bones. She wondered how this melancholy act would affect the fight. Maybe the tables would turn, and these Dhani would attack her, along with this other Myrian trying to kill her. She assumed that would be the case and leaped down from the tree.

"Now, I desire a fight. I'm guessing I have no exact chance of winning, but I am tired of running." she muttered under her breath, knowing these Dhani were much too involved in their fights to notice her. "What's going to hapoen next?" she asked herself, her blue eyes glowing. " Is he going to try and crush my bones as he did to the Myrian?" she whispered, smirking slightly and looking at Aiidn. "Or is he going to try and throw me across the jungle, as if I'm a small stick?" she questioned again more to herself then anyone else, her gaze lifting to Sal.

Her eyes glinted with mischief. "Or am I going to come out of this Myrian fight alive, and have this Mryian kelvic under my Myrian blood covered paws?" This was a hollow challenge. She really was tired of running, and she wanted to give everyone what she knew they wanted. A fight. "How viscous shall they be with a poor, tired, and weak Kelvic?" she murmured, making her eyes sweet looking. "Or maybe the question is, How soft shall I be on you three enemies?" Justice began cleaning herself, licking her paws in a taunting way.

She chuckled slightly, her ears flicking around and taking in the other sounds. "And don't think I've forgotten about you, Myrian. You may be just like me, but it gives me no reason not to be hostile towards you, for my greeting wasn't that very well thought through. You must think I'm a weak little tiger, that can't do anything. Well I'm not. I'm much stronger than you believe, and I'm not only a tiger. Although I do refuse my other form at the moment, I can assure you that I am much stronger than I appear." The young kelvic's smirk grew even more smug. She began walking in a circle around the two battling Dhani, her eyes darting around in search for the other Myrian.

Justice eyed the two Dhani carefully, and measured her chances of winning, as well as after having to deal with the Myrian, f she survived. She decided with her speed, against their strength, she may have a chance. But with her broken wrist (front right paw), it made things a bit harder, for every move she made with the injury, a burning sensation shoot through her body. Even with this disadvantage, she wondered if the Myrian, the one of her own species, would maybe help her, instead of trying to kill her. She swiped her tounge over her jaw, narrowing her eyes.

She finally decided that she shouldn't think about the out come just yet, she should think more about her next move. She decided that after the Myrian attacked, she'd be simple, and attack back. She continued to have that fearless, determined, and defiant look on her face. Now that she thought about it, she realized she really wasn't afraid. Really, she was eager to see how the battle would turn out. But she didn't let that put her mood down, when she realized the odds of her winning were low. She continued circling the battle engrossed Dhani, until she spotted the Myrian in the tree. "Ahh.." she murmured, her jaw curling into a small, viscous smile. All of her sharp, white teeth were in full view.

"Gonna come down from there?" she asked casually. Her eyes trailed up to the Myrian, disguised in the trees. "Or will you be a coward?"

((I refuse changing this post anymore guys. I tweaked it up, and I hope it meets your expectations.))

[Kara Sunderwater]

"Hold!" Salar snapped at Adiin in the snake tongue. He felt light-headed and a little dizzy but still very aware. And he was aware that the thing named Justice had developed some sort of backbone at last. So Salar wanted to see the fullest extent of its might before he judged whether it was food or some more ... useful. "Let it fight." Only the strong survived in Falyndar. Salar hated weaklings, despised them as parasites who depended on their betters to protect them. This tiger cub of white had to show, beyond a doubt to Salar, that it had the potential to be strong enough to endure the trials of Falyndar. And if she could do it in front of another Constrictor, even better for Salar to have laid his claim on her.