ORIGIN - Pretty Birdy...?

Nemo

Nemo had been... lazy, the last few cycles. Not really doing much other than wandering Monoceros, making the places he could reach without his wings a well worn map in his mind.

The Gorge was a great unknown to him, but he's perfected a small hunting technique for taking down the smaller bats, flinging his feet skyward and using his wings to twist himself midair to snag the beasties during their flights.

Nemo's bright white plumage sticks out like a sore thumb against the jagged and windswept rocks, and he takes a second on a rock slightly higher than the ones around him to open his wings and flap them- airing out his feathers. The lammergeier really hadn't taken the time to get a good look at himself, as singed and as smoke heavy as his feathers are, and he never really felt the urge, given the drab and dark colors of his wings and stained, dirty color of his leg feathers.

A bath might be long over due- or possibly finding someone new to speak with would be better than subjecting himself to any sort of cold water... so he makes himself a deal.

Wander about and look for water, and if he doesn't find anyone before he finds the water, or if he runs out of words before he finds a puddle... he'll make himself bathe.

A shudder.

"My little stone, hot and cold, I wish I could know what the walls can hold.
Secrets, stories, blood and lore,
Hopefully good things and so much more..."

And so he sings and wanders, bright red eyes scanning nearby rocks for Gembound and water alike.

He's keeping an eye on the new and large, sweeping shapes of his dragon neighbors... but honestly, they shouldn't be a problem. Right?

"I move in all directions"

Kimya was rather surprised at the change of air as he traversed the caverns. What had been the humid-heavy air of the room he had hatched within had contrasted greatly with this dry air. Quietly, he slunk around the vicinity, yellow-green eyes on the lookout for anything new and interesting. So new to the world, it would be hard to leave the little hyena unimpressed. What had brought him further into the area were echos of another, although he could not make out the words--not that he had a wide vocabulary to begin with, being one to be uninterested in practicing his vocals as well as his own personal knowledge being so limited.

Slow steps, unmapped for a specific destination had sped up, conforming to a tighter path to enable the young hyena to observe the source of the echos until he could see the avian shape. A bizzaire-looking creature with a sharp looking face and such a strange shape overall. Kimya could swear it was missing a couple of legs. He watched curiously, pointed ears swiveling as his legs continued to bring him closer to the creature.

@Nemo

Actions. "Words." 'Thoughts'

Hyena | Background

Nemo

Nemo quite likes the acoustics- the rocks make for interesting echoes, and the howling of the wind gives him different notes to follow, sometimes. He's no songbird, that's quite true, but he's not completely tone deaf. So while he marches along, singing about stories in the walls, he happens to spot some brown out of the corner of his eye.

Now, this brown doesn't fit the rest of the colors around him, and so he turns to look at the brown more closely- and nearly launching himself into the air in alarm at the hyena coming towards him. He catches himself mid alarmed flap, wings half spread, and he tilts his head quizzically at the... now obviously quite young Gembound.

One bright red eye aimed at the other scavenger, he shakes his wings again, stirring the air around him as he looks the scraggy dog-like creature up and down. "Well there, hello. What winds brought you?"

The bird smells like smoke and stone, dust and dirt- not the smells one would normally associate with a flying Gembound, and he seems well aware of it, with how he seems to fluff his feathers up and try to shake them out as often as he does. Fidgety bird is fidgety, but he's got power under his fluffy feathers.

@Kimya

"I move in all directions"

The weirdly-shaped creature's animated reaction made Kimya jump back sharply, fluffy hackles rising in alarm, jaw held agape in shock. Those limbs at the sides--raised, they made the avian look quite large and intimidating, in his opinion. He remained uncertain of what was considered dangerous, or moreso what should be avoided. When the short-lived chaos had subsided and things had calmed down, Kimya found himself stretching his legs to lean closer to the stranger, without actually taking further steps. Leathery nose twitched slightly as he inhaled the foreign smells that surrounded. He wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled quite acrid. He pulled back slowly, remaining where he stood.

There...Hello...There

His lips pressed upon each other tightly as Kimya processed the combination of words. He had heard both before, though in the opposite order. Perhaps it didn't matter how they were arranged, though the meaning appeared consistent. They had been one of the first things said, upon meeting with Kimya's first encounter, and now this one. Was he meant to replicate it? His jaws parted slightly, though it wasn't long-lasting as he simply... stared. Because that was what he knew how to do best. Look. Watch. Observe. That was how he knew to gather his information. Words were just... confusing to him. He had yet to decipher how they worked.

The most prominent information right now? He was looking at an even stranger creature than what he had encountered last.

@Nemo

Actions. "Words." 'Thoughts'

Hyena | Background

Nemo

Well, looks like they both startled each other, and after a few tense beats Nemo realized that the other Gembound doesn't talk much... and is sniffing him. "Ah... you don't talk much yet, huh. Collecting words? I... guess I can help. Hello, I'm Nemo. Do you have a name?"

As the other had sneezed when sniffing him, he fluffs up a bit more in offense and shakes himself out - flapping his wings before letting them settle. "If you don't like to talk, are you hungry? Or thirsty? There should be water nearby."

Nemo is bobbing up and down in nerves now, tilting his head this way and that from his perch. He's chafing in the silence- or relative silence- of the moment. He's used to at least getting some sort of feedback.

@Kimya