She hummed as she walked, kicking stones, prancing every so often, giving a little jump. Alone and fun, fun and alone. What a pretty cave! The big big thing that Mama called Spire and the little spires that Papa called gems. And rocks too. And water? There was a stream in the Home, but this was bigger, wider, faster. She didn't want to fall in that water.
There was a big thing in there, though, she could see it. Down, down down, farther then she could swim. She didn't know if she could swim. But she wanted to reach it, go to it, touch it! It looked like fun! Maybe. But then her fur would get all wet. Wet, wet, that didn't sound like fun.
Huckleberry paced along the edge of the river, every so often, glancing into the water, growing agitated. She wanted! She wanted to go down! Why couldn't she swim? Could mama swim? Or papa! Or maybe any of the siblings? No, they didn't ever look like they wanted to swim! No no no, they couldn't teach her to swim. She would have to teach herself.
She just wanted to reach that thing! The thing in the water! Without anymore hesitation, she suddenly whipped and leaped into the thick of the river. At first, she was a bit shocked by the icy cold, but after a moment, she stared thrusting with her legs. Adding her wings into the mix, she eventually got into a clumsy, very strange looking rhythm that only got her to fight the flow of the river. She could not move forward. She wasn't strong enough.
A ruckus,- unlike the silence of Polaris, her birthplace. The Generator, a room she neglected no more as she moves as swiftly as the air traveled. Indigo tongue acting as a nose, she understands a mammal is near. Possibly the one who made the scream that ruined her slumber.
She paces herself. Not using all her energy. Heat must be maintained well. Halting now, she watches from a slight distance, orchid magenta eyes shimmering through the darkness of the cave. Surely anyone could see the optical glow of Chaos's rather vibrant orbs. They twinkle as she observes while a dispassion brewed.
It's quite ugly, but she finds ways to adore it any how. She slithers closer. Curiosity taking her to approach.
Huckleberry didn't notice the snake at first, they were too busy floudering around in the water, determined to beat the river. However, they were starting to get tired and they started looking for a way to take a break for a moment. There was a rock nearby that they reached for and managed to grab onto. For a moment, they stayed there, caught by the rock, panting from the effort when they heard the voice. Their ears perked up and they saw the creature.
@χάος
It's a frantic hybrid. A moose, horse.. bird? She cares not too much. Having spent some time in the cave, she saw many things. Interested enough in this gembound, she listens with a busy ear. First, the mammalian speaks nonsense; babbling as such a youth would. But complex word made simple, 'mama' was not around. She sighs. Fine.
Cháos was unsane. Not insane. She had emotions or a notion of them at least. A child was worth a heroic act once & a while. But still, it would have to pay. One way or another. When the child names her strong, she blushed, then influenced to assist.
Action goes fast, her tail quickly lashing to the water just past the river ledge. Cháos is long indeed, easily reaching the calf(or chick).
She begins to bring her muscular tail closer to her body. Ever so slowly she tries to retrieve the child to solid ground before releasing her grip.
@huckleberry
Huckleberry looked at the thing with confusion.
Their wings were beating at the water, sending splashes and sprays as the hissing noise grew into a horrible combination of a bray and a honk, but then they froze as he felt the thing wrap around him. Her voice died away and she stopped waving her head in favor of looking at the snake skin. Suddenly not angry, or scared, she looked down at it and let go of the rock. He touched it with his talon curiously, careful not to scratch.
Once it was pulled ashore, it stood up and shook out its fur and feathers. It looked up at the huge snake thing and got close, sniffing curiously.
@χάος
(May 15 2018, 12:38 AM)χάος Wrote: [ -> ]
She's annoyed. It throws a tantrum and even threw aimless threats. It slightly angered Cháos but she rejects the urge to strangle the youth. Throwing the hybrid farther into the river would do just as well. But altogether, she is patient with the brood. Indeed, the child owed her.
Once safe, the child is calmer. Nearly a flaunt of trust weaving through the hybrid. It speaks of her like she's a monster. She hisses, somewhat losing patience for the child."I do not want to eat you! I saved you!" She rises her body while coiling her end to sit high. Cháos is tempted but calms herself. Breathing, she says with a quieter but assertive voice."I v'ant your help when I need it." She peers down."I am an Anaconda. "
@Huckleberry
Huckleberry plopped himself down when the thing began to speak. As she hissed at him, his attention floated the position she had put herself in. She was huge, bigger then him, probably bigger then Mama! Not bigger then Papa, but certainly longer. And stronger. He wanted to be that strong. Jealousy surged through him strongly and his ears went back as his head went down, enviously. He was small and pitiful, barely able to fight against the river.
He almost didn't listen when the snake was talking to him, but he at least caught what she was saying.
But the word 'Anaconda' distracted him and he looked up.
@χάος
and as he approached, his fears were not particularly assuaged. the wet gembound was clearly a child, a hybrid at that, and looked nothing like the large, green snake. the whole thing was fishy. what could an infant possibly owe a stranger so much larger and older than them? prata had to step in, for the good of the hybrid child.
"what's going on here?" prata spoke up, loud enough, he hoped, to cut through the conversation in case someone decided to speak up again. he was not intimately close to the two, but a cautious, respectable distance away--within speaking distance, but he would have had to put a little more effort than usual into his words regardless if he was to reach them clearly. "do you know this child?" he added quickly to the serpent, accusation lacing his tone slightly, but clearly not aggressive.
he was trying to remain neutral and gentle, despite his concern for the child's safety, in hopes it'd make everything smoother. dangerous people were much more open to negotiation when you were nice to them, as much as prata hated to admit it, and he was trying to remind himself of the possibility that these two knew each other, and were simply playing some sort of game.
"meow."
others' speech.
@Huckleberry @χάος
The child is short with it's attention span. Of course. Cháos is though slightly amused that a air of envy leaves the hybrid. Was Cháos that intimidating? She must've been.. especially since a newer party felt the need to assist the hybrid. A mere cat. Not a feline as Cháos would call the larger ones. But a cat.
Accusation is sensed in the words of the rather strict cat. As if it was entitled to an answer at all. Cháos was annoyed while full blown ignoring the senseless questions of the hybrid. She spits, a slight hiss accompanied her reply. The cat may have been older but she was an adult too. Young but indeed, grown.
Any wrong step and Cháos would strike. She did a great deed and then this? No.
@Huckleberry
As soon as the cat showed up, Huckleberry whipped around and his eyes widened with surprise.
He didn't even notice Anaconda anymore as he rushed up and leaned forward, looking into the cat's purple eye. So cool! He had never seen that before! Amazing! Pretty! Shiny! Was it a stone? Like his stone on his forehead and the thing on the bird's tail? Probably!
...Which meant that it was bad to take it. No, she couldn't take it. That was bad. Bad bad bad. Suddenly very scared that the cat would get very mad, he turned and bounded away, hiding himself behind the snake's coils.
@Prata