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Polaris was a neat room... As far as he could tell, anyway. He met ker-ber-os here and they hunted lizards together, but besides that he really hadnt gotten much time to explore the center of this apparently large area they lived in. He wanted to find ontken and spend some time with him, but his search failed so he decided to sniff around Polaris and see what was so fancy about this part of the cave. It didnt seem to be much really aince he didnt travel close to the spire and he didnt know there was a generator. He could hear the river, but he wasnt interested in that either. Instead, he sniffed around until he heard a small sound. What was that? Alarmed and his fur on end, he called out to the being but instead tried something knew. He tried it once before, so why not again? This being could be threatening to him even if it was so small like it sounded. speech table code © rasta 2015

Whatever he did the last time didnt work this time, instead he just talked to himself. His "whos there?" now alerted whatever it was to his exact location if they hadnt already found him. He heard the same sound, a hardly audible squeak, but it didnt sound any closer or farther away. He wanted to tey his whisper again, but it was a little useless now. Instead, he just followed the sound until he bumped into a rock. The squeaking was louder now, almost as if it was under him. He sniffed at his feet and bumped into something small and furry that let out an alarmed, frightened squeak. Ghost jumped back, frightened also, but it went away after a few seconds. Normally he would expect the small thing to run and hide, but it didnt. Why? Ghost sniffed some more and found that the rock he had bumped into was trapping the little thing. His head tilted a little, trying to make sense of what was going on here. The rock wasnt that large to him, but to this tiny thing, it was probably huge! Hed gotten pretty good at moving things out of the way, so maybe that would solve this little guys problem. He braced himself and focused on the rock he bumped in to, or rather the direction the rock was in, and hoped he could move it and help this terrified little thing. speech table code © rasta 2015

The rock moved with ease off the lesser gembounds tail and it surried away as if the blind wolf would want to eat it after he had set it free. Ghost listened as it scurried away and sighed, now alone in this part of the cave. His ears pressed back as he sniffed the air, picking up various things, but no other higher gembounds. He was almost thankful, but he wouldnt mind some company if it was friendly. He sniffed at the rock he moved again, but he somewhat stumbled and fell into it a little when he stretched a bit farther than he could reach. oops. speech table code © rasta 2015

As soon as Ghost falls and hits the ground, he will be met with a vision. What darkness occupies his sightless gaze is lifted; images that he has never held before will manifest in his mind's eye. The ground, dusty and rocky, stretches on before him. Suddenly he experiences low, gradual vibrations, and then shaking, and then a dark shadow sweeps overhead. Feet are walking past. They do not belong to any creature that Ghost as encountered; they are massive, tipped with black claws and covered in glossy black scales. A hefty tail drags behind the creature as it walks. Ghost can hear low grunting. As the creature walks past, its tail sways towards the rock - towards Ghost - and knocks it aside, sending the image tumbling before it blacks out again.

The vision scared the crap out of him and he closed his eyes as if it would help. Of course it didnt, but despite the strange sounds he heard that would normally frighten him, he listened and watched, soaking in the vision. He could hardly identify what he was seeing, but he saw a latge scaley tail drag behind something even larger. The massive tail then swept the rock he touched and the vision was gone, though the rock still before him. Had this been where the rovk was moved to? Ghost visionless gaze returned and he sought the rock out again. What happened if he touched it again? He wasnt quite sure what exactly he had done, but he was bound and determined to get more of them. speech table code © rasta 2015

Ghost sees nothing.

Ghost huffed when the vision didnt return. He remained in the dark, figuratively and literally, about what that was and he didnt like it, but he wasnt sure if he wanted to try again. Maybe it was a one time thing per rock, but ghost didnt know or really care. He saved that mouse from being trapped and that was about it. What else was he to do besides explore more of polaris? His blind eyes looked around, but he was listening to see if anyone had arrived yet. It seemed not, and there even didnt seem to be any other lesser gembounds. Good thing he wasnt hungry. He walked away from the rock then and towards... somewhere. He knew there was water near by, but he wasnt wanting ot needing it. He was actually quite bored. speech table code © rasta 2015

@hen - i figure that instead of starting a new thread, we can just use this one since im done with it otherwise ~

Ra'Hen had left her precious black rock nestled in a bed of colored stones. It wasn't well hidden, but she never went too far, so she could always keep a close watch over it while working on Weird's project. Today, she was shuffling large stones around to border one of the crop fields. It would keep water from draining to quickly, or so she'd been told- or had she imagined that conversation? Ra'Hen hadn't been the same since leaving the tunnel. Lately, she'd begun having strange visions, dreams, daydreams. Random thoughts and emotions that didn't quite feel right to her. Reality was beginning to blend with fantasy, and she wasn't entirely certain why or how it was happening.

The sound of claws against stone coming closer alerted her of her surroundings once more. Ra'Hen lifted her head and placed the stone she'd been carrying in its spot near the others. Nearing her nest, a white figure approached. She felt immediate alarm at its closing in on her precious stone, so the chicken fled towards the canine, flaring out her wings in a display of aggression.

"You stop moving, White Fur Thing! This Ra'Hen's nest! This is Weird's home! Ra'Hen's new home! You go! You turn around and get! Go! Shoo!" She didn't make new friends very easily. Certainly not with larger gembound than herself. Maybe this canine would be stubborn and stick around- then she'd be forced to make its acquaintance... or it would listen, and leave, or take offense and attack. Either way, Ra'Hen didn't care. She would act accordingly to any situation presented, an instinctive creature with little forethought.

@Ghost

He couldve sworn no one else was in this part of the cave. The voice startled him, causing him to jump backwards and freeze, his legs straight and stiff while he sniffed the air and then picked up on the bird. He was still scared frozen though, and despite knowing the voice was shorter than say baratheon or kerberos, that didnt mean it wasnt threatening. He stayes ftozen for the duration of the chickens words, hia breathing finally slowing when it didnt attack with magic, but words. o-oh... Im sorry. I d-didnt know you were there... ghost blinked his milky eyes then and took a few steps back, lowering his head and retreating backwards for a few steps, hoping to not press this gembound any more. speech table code © rasta 2015

@hen

Despite his apology, Ghost didnt quite like being near this seemingly aggressive bird. He backed up some more before turning slightly and wandering off. He wanted to practice this budging thing he could do, plus, what was that sound he made earlier that was across the room? Not to mention that weird vision he had when he rescued that lesser gembound... Maybe kerberos would be around here again, but he doubted. Somehow he had missed hen, but a giant kerberos couldnt go unnoticed by his sniffer and hearing. Besides, kerberos would likely remember him from the last time. He was seeking an exit when he ran in to another rock. This was getting really old and he was getting really annoyed with it. He stomped then, huffing, wondering if his anger would move this rock, too. speech table code © rasta 2015