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Serpents and Bones - Egahi - Feb 01 2016 Hunger drove it. Instinct. The need for more. The drive to find and kill and eat. It was all just a part of how a snake worked. Oddly enough, this place was a good spot for such a sight as a pale snake. The light colored earth and scattered bones were like the perfect home, particularly because of the other creatures that were small and edible. There was a trail here, similar to her own. Words: 390 @Giggle RE: Serpents and Bones - Giggle - Feb 08 2016 Mother-sister, I see something strange. The impression was not through words, not exactly--just the sensation of faint confusion, of attention at something new. Giggle's senses perked, threading through the delicate link to her familiar, until she could see it: a white bone, far below, wriggling and consuming a darker one. The image was blurry, indistinct; it was viewed from far above, and through a single crimson eye, rendering it somewhat disorienting. Still, a moving bone...? I see it, Omen, sister-bird. What does it mean? The bird's faint confusion continued to touch her. It is no vision. It is real. The sense of insistence, of tension, translated into words. The spotted hyena pushed herself up, padding down to where the Hallowed Caller perched. She looked up, gazing at the bird on its perch on the stone; then down, to the strange white bone that lay half-concealed in other bones. A fact struck her immediately, and without thinking, without her sanity placing any sort of filter over her thoughts and words, she blurted it. In a masculine, hoarse voice, she spoke, and with the rough sense of indignation, of accusation. "You're not a bone," she stated, dark eyes narrowed--as if this was the white creature's fault. Was it a deceiver? Or merely something-like-a-bone, come to life...? ROLL THE BONES
@Egahi RE: Serpents and Bones - Egahi - Feb 23 2016
RE: Serpents and Bones - Giggle - Mar 01 2016 Giggle watched the snake with vague interest. For a moment her urge was to lift it in her jaws, and deposit it quickly in the pile of bones. But it was already there, already a bone, a not-bone, a thing-like-a-bone, and so she shook herself and huffed. "Giggle. Hyena. Bonecaster. Fortune-teller. Fungus-reader. You're like a bone, a bone, a wriggly-bone, a moving-bone, but you ate another one, didn't you? I saw it, bird saw it, I saw it through him. Do you bite? You have pretty colors," she added, moving her dark eyes over its slender pearlescent form. If she'd known what pearls were--but she didn't. She knew only that it was white, and shiny, glossy in a way that reflected all the dim and fiery colors of Canis beautifully. It had a pink sheen, and the urge to lick it, to taste it, was no longer held back by any idea that it might be inappropriate. It was not even a consideration. But perhaps luckily for her, given the snake's venom, she forgot the impulse almost as quickly, her head following one of the glimmering reflections up to a light-orb. "What is an, Egahi?" ROLL THE BONES
@Egahi RE: Serpents and Bones - Egahi - Mar 01 2016
RE: Serpents and Bones - Giggle - Mar 10 2016 Giggle listened, large rounded ears pricking forward. Pretty? No. I'm not pretty. Or am I? What is pretty? Bones are pretty. This thing--this she this cobra--she is pretty. Before the thought could grip her much more, it had slid away, slippery. Her mind lost it, and she was left with empty blankness, the beautiful pearl-white snake laying before her. She lay down before it, a couple feet away, thick black muzzle laid on large paws. What would it do? She waited to see. To see what it was about, what it would do. What if it does something? This thought, spiked with fear, sent her leaping and scurrying back, bone-thin body trembling briefly. Panic rose in her, threatening to overwhelm, and immediately she felt a loud, soothing presence in her mind. It's okay, sister-mother. Be calm. Not words--but thoughts. Reassurance. She paused, one paw dangling midair, and instead of fleeing the snake, she eyed it again. She had a brief, disorienting sense of looking at Egahi from two angles at once--her own, and the higher perch of Omen. For a long, awkward moment, she found herself wondering what the hell the snake had even said, a minute ago--her mind was too fleeting, too frantic. Egahi is a king cobra. "Kingcobra. I have not met a Kingcobra. I like you. I think. Unless you bite me. Then I will eat you," she tried, halfheartedly curling a lip in a meagre snarl. It was a threat born of fear, a fear she'd never really held before, and suddenly her old warmer nature shoved forward, shouldering her fear aside to speak with more clarity. "I'm sorry. I--... Something bad happened and I'm not thinking straight anymore. Wavy thinking. Like snakes," she added, and found herself satisfied with this explanation. After a moment's thought, she added a piece of advice. "Don't let the black eat you. It's very dark and empty and you can't die, and it's terrifying." Ears pricked up once more, and the ragged hyena found herself quietly sitting to face the white snake, again. It's white. It ate dark. It is a bone, come to life. And just like that, the broken-minded hyena had ascribed sacred qualities to the cobra. With a gaze almost approaching awe, she slid back down to lay before Egahi, head once more on her paws--awaiting her words. ROLL THE BONES
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