Post by Terrace on Mar 21, 2006 16:21:52 GMT -5
((I outright refuse to change between Xyla and Terrace accounts for this. XP))
A Treewalker garbed in leather leaned against one of the few small trees that lie on the expansive Great Central Plain of the west. His eyes were half shut, his lupine ears sticking out from behind a mop of gray-brown treebark hair that shook with every motion of his head. Zeke Shadowpaw watched his charge, careful not to disturb her. Terrace was sleeping, the first peaceful sleep she'd had in a long time. He wasn't going to deprive her of that, not for the world. This is why he was determined to stop whatever it was that made a sudden sound in the tall grasses from making all of that racket.
"Allo lovelies," said an all-too-cheerful voice, emerging from the grass. The only person who would greet them in such a manner would have to be the goddess Xyla, obvious though she arrived in a different form each time.
Zeke hissed back at her in a whisper, "Terrace is sleeping! Do you want to wake her?"
More than likely the goddess had come to torment him about his affection for her daughter.
"Nonsense, Zeke," Terrace yawned in her quiet manner. She seemed angry, though one who didn't know her might not be able to tell you that. She rubbed at her eyes, ringed by dark circles made all the more prominent by her light skin. "I was already awake. What do you want, mother?" The child of the goddess said the last word, mother, with a venemous bite to it. She obviously didn't like the diety one bit, blood or no.
"Oh, must you always be straight to the point like that? Fine then." She placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, which the girl quickly drew away from. "Kora's doing something odd with a ship on Tyraan. I want to know what it is, of course. I want you, my daughter, to be my eyes and ears on this trip."
Terrace twidled with an obsidian piece carved into the shape of a small heart that hung on a chain around her neck. The thing was the way her mother contacted her many times, or found her most easily. "And if I refuse?" The girl asked, knowing she would end up going anyway. She really did too much for her mother.
Xyla smirked. She knew this was coming. Both knew the answer it always led to, but Terrace always asked anyways."You know that a diety has even more connection to a mortal of their own kin. I'll find you Terrace. And you know I'd come to you more if I was angry with you." At this, she walked over to Zeke and ran a finger over his back, from shoulder to shoulder, a move that would cause most of the men she flirted with a much different reaction than with him. He, in fact, got a disgusted scowl on his face. "Pity if anything should happen to you, you know, wolfman."
She looked from one of their faces to another, apparently staisfied. It was obvious they were giong to go, and so she made one of her flashy exits.
"To Tyraan?" he asked, seemingly brushing dirt off of his shoulder.
"To Tyraan." Terrace nodded grimly and was once again on her way to sleep... or at least an attempt at it.
A Treewalker garbed in leather leaned against one of the few small trees that lie on the expansive Great Central Plain of the west. His eyes were half shut, his lupine ears sticking out from behind a mop of gray-brown treebark hair that shook with every motion of his head. Zeke Shadowpaw watched his charge, careful not to disturb her. Terrace was sleeping, the first peaceful sleep she'd had in a long time. He wasn't going to deprive her of that, not for the world. This is why he was determined to stop whatever it was that made a sudden sound in the tall grasses from making all of that racket.
"Allo lovelies," said an all-too-cheerful voice, emerging from the grass. The only person who would greet them in such a manner would have to be the goddess Xyla, obvious though she arrived in a different form each time.
Zeke hissed back at her in a whisper, "Terrace is sleeping! Do you want to wake her?"
More than likely the goddess had come to torment him about his affection for her daughter.
"Nonsense, Zeke," Terrace yawned in her quiet manner. She seemed angry, though one who didn't know her might not be able to tell you that. She rubbed at her eyes, ringed by dark circles made all the more prominent by her light skin. "I was already awake. What do you want, mother?" The child of the goddess said the last word, mother, with a venemous bite to it. She obviously didn't like the diety one bit, blood or no.
"Oh, must you always be straight to the point like that? Fine then." She placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, which the girl quickly drew away from. "Kora's doing something odd with a ship on Tyraan. I want to know what it is, of course. I want you, my daughter, to be my eyes and ears on this trip."
Terrace twidled with an obsidian piece carved into the shape of a small heart that hung on a chain around her neck. The thing was the way her mother contacted her many times, or found her most easily. "And if I refuse?" The girl asked, knowing she would end up going anyway. She really did too much for her mother.
Xyla smirked. She knew this was coming. Both knew the answer it always led to, but Terrace always asked anyways."You know that a diety has even more connection to a mortal of their own kin. I'll find you Terrace. And you know I'd come to you more if I was angry with you." At this, she walked over to Zeke and ran a finger over his back, from shoulder to shoulder, a move that would cause most of the men she flirted with a much different reaction than with him. He, in fact, got a disgusted scowl on his face. "Pity if anything should happen to you, you know, wolfman."
She looked from one of their faces to another, apparently staisfied. It was obvious they were giong to go, and so she made one of her flashy exits.
"To Tyraan?" he asked, seemingly brushing dirt off of his shoulder.
"To Tyraan." Terrace nodded grimly and was once again on her way to sleep... or at least an attempt at it.