here's where things start getting weird

Nayati Utina · 05-27-2010, 04:32 PM

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set in the Ethereal Eclipse, up near Dahlia :o 300+

As he had when he had first arrived in these lands, Nayati stalked out into the lands outside of AniWayan borders. This time though, the newly promoted Enagayahe Kanati had chosen a different direction. He had headed northeast into the thick trees. It had been raining off and on lately, but he found here that even when the sky did weep the heavy canopy for the forest kept him mostly dry. This was an old forest, and he sensed that it help many secrets within its dark depths. The Utina had traveled a ways into the woods before beginning to look for tracks in the ground littered with dead leaves. The pervading scent was that of the trees and the wet earth they spread their roots in. So far he had yet to scent anything else, though he had found some deer tracks and quietly followed them. They didn't seem that old, but it was odd that his nose could pick up no hint of them. It appeared to be a small herd, only a few deer, but he still felt he should have been able to smell them.

Onawa was with him as always, but this place also intrigued her and seemed to call to some part of her. The puma would wander away from her luperci companion only to wander back a few minutes later. She didn't say what it was that she seemed to be searching for, in fact she seemed to almost ignore him, completely distracted by whatever it was that held her attention. Nayati wasn't sure what to make of that, whether it was a good or bad thing that so interested her. He eased himself with the knowledge that if there were imminent danger anywhere near she would not be so quiet. She would never lead him into harms way.

They continued the walk, but now it had been quite some time since he had seen the last tracks from the deer. He looked all around, but could find no further trace of them. When he returned from checking behind a particularly thick strand of trees he returned to where he had left Onawa, but once again she had wandered off somewhere into the woods. Letting out a frustrated huff he leaned his back against the nearest tree and crossed his arms over his broad chest. Pale icy orbs closed, hoping to let the negative energy seep out of him before he continued.

Lolita Monroe · 06-07-2010, 02:51 PM

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Sorry for the delay, my dahling! ♥ 300+ words. WotD: Fathom.

The Monroe woman had found herself outside of Dahlia de Mai's borders today, though that was hardly unusual for the creamy woman. The odd part about where she had come to was that it was not the house she'd claimed in the city. In fact, it was not the city at all. Lolita had left the pack's territory, her faded bag worn by her side, and meandered among the trees for a bit before deciding that the ground was very far from interesting. The bag was latched, so she thought nothing of it as she deftly pulled herself into a tree, moving further up so that she was perched on a branch at least six up from the bottom branch. She stuck the bag between a few branches, making sure it was not going to fall, before she leaned back against the thick trunk of the tree, emerald eyes drifting closed as she relaxed.

The scent of another reached her, jade eyes opening in response. She looked down, surprised to see the strange male leaning against the tree that she had perched herself high up in. Fiery hair fell across her face as she peered down, which she brushed away irritably. The man was one she had never seen before, but the scent was very similar to Liliana's. It seemed more than likely that he was also a member of the AniWayan tribe, and he also seemed much less fearful than Liliana. "Hey there," she called down, fighting away the faded edges of the bad mood she had been slipping into and out of for weeks now, perhaps even months. It was always there, clouding the back of her mind. It was hard to escape, but for the moment, she had found a way to evade its clutches. She could not even begin to fathom how, but she was going to take it for all that it was worth.

Nayati Utina · 06-23-2010, 05:53 PM

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no worries lovey, I R late too! 300+

He had been so focused on trying to track down the scent of the deer that his nose didn't even pick up on the faint smell of another canine in the area. Even if he had, he would have taken it for an old scent, not even imagining for a moment that someone had perched themselves up into the high branches of a tree. Nayati had climbed trees as a youth, but all thoughts of such activities had left his mind as he had grown into the man he was now. Perhaps he should not have, given it would have been an ideal place to hide from prey, especially deer who wouldn't think to look for a predator up in a tree. Still, the male's mind was more or less blank while peppered with annoyance and frustration when the voice drifted down to him, making him jump forward and look around wildly.

Where had that voice come from? He had been so surprised that it took a moment or two before his mind was able to tell him that it had come from above him and not on ground level. Cautiously he looked up in the tree he had been leaning against to find a pale woman with hair like fire hanging down across her face and slender figure. The Utina was familiar with the art of dying fur, as was evidenced by the line across his face, but he had never seen anyone dye their entire mane such a startling shade of red. "Oh, hello," he said, one brow cocking curiously at the woman. "What are you doing up in that tree? If you don't mind me asking." It seemed a very odd thing to do to him, and that combined with her bright mane was painting a very peculiar picture of this woman in his mind.

Lolita Monroe · 07-01-2010, 12:56 AM

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♥ WotD: Macabre!

A bemused smile spread over the macabre woman's petite muzzle as she watched the man in his moment of initial confusion after she spoke to him from her perch in the tree. Someone so intent on his hunting probably found her easy to miss. She was, after all, just a dead woman in a tree, was she not? Nothing about her was particularly special or important, and she could not even begin to pretend that she was something spectacular that mattered to everyone around her. She wasn't, simply put. Those thoughts were quickly pushed away, though, as Lolita knew she was not supposed to be drepessed right now. She did not want to be sad or aching any longer.

"What are you doing down there on the ground, not in a tree?" she countered, grinning at her own riddle-esque words. But of course, she could not refuse to answer him, so she continued. "I was just relaxing. I like the trees. Sometimes, I even sleep in them." Actually, that was a common thing for her. Lolita hardly ever had deep sleep, so the light sleep she managed to get could be accomplished from a thick tree branch. She didn't know what it was about trees or their height, but she found being so high off the ground to be exciting and comfortable, all at once.

Nayati Utina · 07-17-2010, 05:17 PM

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I'm going to stop being such a bum, I swear!

A Cheshire smile spread over the impish woman's face as she answered his question in a riddle. A riddle that, Nayati had to add, made no sense to him. Was she mocking him? Or simply trying to play him as the fool? Either way he didn't necessarily appreciate the notion and his mouth was spread out in a thin line that was neither smile nor frown. As a pup growing up in the Great Tribe he had heard the stories of tricksters and their antics, but had never met anyone who even closely embodied those traits. It seemed that he had now though, and his suspicions rose even higher. Most of those tales were cautionary and he didn't know what to expect from the slender female. He would definitely keep his guard up.

"Our kind are made for the ground, not for the trees," he responded pragmatically. The curious expression on his face only intensified when she stated that she sometimes slept in the precarious branches of the trees. This seemed utterly impossible to him. How could one sleep in a tree and not fall? Surely one would break their bones, if not kill themselves, pulling such a stunt. "That seems quite dangerous to me. How do you avoid falling?" Did she have some power that kept her secure in the natural high places? That seemed to be the only semi-logical explanation to him.

Lolita Monroe · 07-19-2010, 10:25 AM

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GOSH I KNOW YOU SUCK. :| WE'RE FIGHTING! ♥ ilu.

Judging from the thin line hiw mouth formed, it seemed the stranger was not particularly amused by her question. Ah, well. There was nothing to be said for someone who lacked a sense of humor, though she was not one to talk. Her mood had become strangely giddy, but she was normally straight-faced and sullen. Really, the creamy Dahlian was not one to talk about amusement. She had found her question funny, but it seemed he had not. "I suppose that's true, but why not push the limits the world puts on us and defy what's normal?" she asked, genuinely curious. After all, their ancestors had been unable to walk on two legs, but look at them now. They used bodies not originally meant for them.

It didn't seem dangerous to her at all, but she had been sleeping in trees for such a long time now that it hardly seemed out of the norm. "I don't sleep much, and it's restless sleep. I guess you could say that I always sleep with one eye open, so that's why I can keep my balance, sprawled out on a branch." She took a moment to slither out of the tree, body swaying side to side, before she looked up at the tribe member with a coy smile. "I'm Lolita Monroe, of Dahlia de Mai. And you are...?"

Nayati Utina · 07-27-2010, 01:19 AM

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lulz X3

Her next response was more normal and he was glad that there were no more strange riddles. Though he supposed the question she posed could be a bit of a riddle, in a manner of thinking. This kind of riddle he could deal with though. "I guess that's a good point, but sometimes things are normal for a good reason. I do not know if wolves in trees is one of those things, though." Well, he thought he could handle that better, but he still felt confused. This woman almost seemed to be speaking a different language to him. Nayati could understand her words, but couldn't really understand her meaning. Where was Onawa? She would help him through this odd encounter, but his Guide still hadn't returned from her curious wandering.

The explanation for how she could sleep in a tree seemed logical, however he couldn't understand how she could function on such little and restless sleep. Sleep was the things that refreshed their bodies and allowed them to keep going. In the tribe if someone had trouble sleeping there were herbs and teas that could help with the ailment. The bizarre woman didn't seem all that concerned with her predicament though. Before he could say anything more, she descended from the tree in an almost disturbingly fluid fashion and was peering up at him. "I am...Nayati Utina, of the AniWaya tribe. It is...good to meet you, Lolita Monroe." The pleasantry wasn't completely heartfelt, but if she were a trickster spirit, it wouldn't do him any good to offend her. It just wasn't good practice to offend anyone though, really.

Lolita Monroe · 08-06-2010, 03:21 PM

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:3

Everything about the stranger seemed a bit nervous, and Lolita suspected she might be the cause of his possible discomfort. She did feel a tad bit guilty about having startled him after spying on him from the tree, but other than that, she really did not know why he might be less than enthusiastic to see her. Of course that was not true. Most found her bizarre, and perhaps he was able to sense that she was not one of the living. That would explain his unsease. As far as she knew, she had never met anyone from the AniWayan tribe, so maybe everyone there was like this. On a similar level, though, maybe he would think oddly of Dahlians now because he seemed a bit uneasy around Lolita. She supposed she would never know.

Peering up at him, Lolita considered what she knew of the packs in the area. It was a frighteningly small amount, considering how long she had been in the area for. "So what's it like being in AniWaya?" she asked curiously, for lack of something else to say. She took a step forward, leaning on one foot carelessly with her hip cocked out.

Nayati Utina · 08-13-2010, 05:53 PM

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sorry, this post isn't the best ><;

He wasn't doubtful that she could sense his unease about all of this. Nayati wasn't exactly doing his best job to hide it. She had caught him unawares from the start, and he was having a difficult time trying to regain any measure of composure. The continued oddness of the encounter wasn't doing anything to help either. The man had never met anyone before that put him in such a confused and slightly nervous state. There was something different about this woman, even if she weren't a trickster from the stories of his youth. What it was, he could not put a finger on, he only knew it when he felt it and he most assuredly felt it.

Lolita's next question only served to perplex him further. What did she mean? What did she wish to know? She stepped closer to him, and he swallowed. He wished to keep that distance that lay between them, but he found his body frozen and was not able to take that step back that his brain wished him to. "What do you mean? I have been a part of the tribe my whole life. I know nothing else." From his short time here, he had gathered that not everyone here (perhaps no one) stayed in the same place their whole life. This made no sense to him, but he guessed they must have their reasons.

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