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Bhima : Blade > Resistance [ post 2 ]
Location: Around camp with Hijil and baby Kinfa

"I can't say that I prefer them," the Alkidike admitted, watching as the baby kinfa chowed down. It was like having a playdate with a pair of toddlers, but these ones could fly and couldn't form words. "For different reasons, I suppose. The first I met was a companion to a blind Sister, and it was careless and irritating. Now this one..." She nodded up toward the flapping creature. "Doesn't it sound like it's chiding us?"

Come to think of it, sprites probably would understand the spoken word. Otherwise, how would Dyakida communicate with hers? In fact, she had heard her speak to it! She turned to the sprite and arched a brow. "We've got them, you know. We'll keep them safe. It's not like we're going to go lugging them into battle." Did it even know that a war was on?

Hijil – Shifter Guard
Around the Camp: Feeding the kinfa

What was a battle? What was war? Achik did not give a illo's fart. Safe, though: Safe, he knew. He made a scornful little whistle-pop, clearly sure of himself and his ability to protect his babies. Over-sure, obviously, as he hovered there at about the size of Bhima's head, and the kinfa were larger than he was and still growing.

”Yes it does.” said Hijil, watching the sprite in amusement. Such a variety of sounds the little brown beast could make! Hijil, personally, found it amusing (though if it kept making those high pitched sounds, she would stop feeling amused soon enough), but if Bhima didn't...

”Yes.” she said, addressing the sprite, though she felt odd doing so. Hijil had often talked to animals in her lonely existence, but talking in the presence of someone else felt... bizzare somehow. ”We will take good care of them.” she made a show of cuddling Ath, giving the kinfa a large piece of fruit. ”See?”

Achik chirped at Hijil in affront, but he was running out of ways to argue. He rubbed his antennae in annoyance and, with an annoyed chime, flew off into the camp. He'd come back with something better than fruit, they would see. He knew what his babies wanted, he knew how to protect them, and he would show these two interlopers. He would!

Ath chirped a goodbye and spared a brief peck for Hijil for being so presumptuous as to hug her. But seeds were more important, and she was soon distracted again.

It took more than a little peck to phase Hijil – the scars on her arms attested to that. She beamed at the striped, pudgy little bird.

Yes yes, dear. she cooed at it silently, beaming eat up.

And then something occurred to her. ”We should find a place to keep them safe during the battle.” there was no question about whether or not they would fight themselves, of course. That was a given.

Look what crap she got from talking first! How pathetic was she, she should have just started pummling his behind until Kennet pulled her off or rather tried to pull her off.

"Thank you for teaching my that valuable lesson Oban. Next time you are in a place where people's lives are at stake battling your nation and one bothers to talk you before stabbing, perhaps be less of a prat."

Then she pounced and started beating on whatever part of Xilarn she could get to, screeching the whole time, like she should have done in the first place like a good no nonsense warrioress. She didn't think Ruelash would have made that mistake, he respected her enough to let her talk to the scumball, now that was her gift of the day. This only strengthened their bond and had the added bonus of a scrap. Part of her sang a happy, savage hunting song, she may be small but she was fast and mighty, and not afraid of getting knocked around. No delicate female her! Training since childhood had proven that.

Iroia: Outskirts Post: 3

Kiyelt thumped his head against the nearest fencepost of the beast's pen. "I am too real, just like I was last time, I'm real, Iniu is real and so is Norcrest...did you get a mammu? That is so awesome!"

He waved away Mella's excuses. "You taught me to draw therefore you are a teacher, its not dependent on number of lessons."

"If you like her face you should get to know her, just as beautiful...if a little distractable and in doubt about my existance, besides the pendant I gave her and the cookies my mother made that were also real that I gave her." He shook his head.

"Hopefully you will understand soon," he directed at Yelena who indeed had lovely face symmetry and gorgeous eyes and hair and well everything else he might add.

Iniu crooned at Kiyelt, nudged at Reo's hand and nuzzled Yelena's jaw, a very busy social lizard. While Norcrest glared at Talwren as if everyone else did not exist.

Kiyelt: Beast Pen Post: 3

Makani gave a smile and a little nod of his head as he was growled at and told to 'watch out' which just proved that the guy was in fact very much a fellow Earthling instead of what he'd thought that he was the first time. The threat was still there, of course, but it was a little reassuring in his mind. He seemed to debate over it for a moment before following along after the bestial male once more. He really couldn't help but to be curious what it was that had the guy so riled up. There just had to be something that he was missing, right? He still heard nothing though, nothing to say that they were under attack by anything. In fact the only thing he was really picking up on was the energy of a few other gathered people. Strange...

Coming to a stop he tilted his head, listening in as the group of them started to chat with one another. Had he read the warrior wrong? Was he just chatting with them...? It didn't make sense to him though, one didn't have that sort of aura when they were just chatting. No, something was up... making Makani really wonder what it was that he was missing. There had to be something... and then it made sense as the female spoke up. An Oban was here? In their camp? It was something that just shocked him like nothing else. The Oban must be a rather brave man to come here since he was out in the open, talking with people, instead of skulking about... and Makani worried as things came to blows that the man might pay for what was going on with his life. This wasn't good, the battle couldn't be starting already? Not to mention it was risking getting messy rather fast.

After a moment of debate he lifted a hand up, gathering some magical energy to himself, before he made a motion with his hand to drop some water on the group. He was aiming for the one with the scary aura, thinking he might be source of the chaos, but given his lack of vision his aim could very well be off and soak the lot of them. Oh well... if he was lucky, he could cool them off and keep them from killing each other before the war even began? Sure, it might get him in their cross hairs, an intimidating prospect given the aura rolling off one of them in particular, but it would at least keep them from causing undo harm? Sure, that might be why they were all gathered here, but he couldn't say that he wanted to set to work healing people prematurely.

[ supply tents ]

Oh. Well. Now he just felt bad. Kauff's own father wasn't a fighter, so he had never worried about coming home to find he wasn't there. The only way that would really happen, in the prentice's opinion, was if these invaders took over Sauti, and he wasn't going to let them. That was why he was here.

"It surely can," he said with all the wisdom of someone who'd never killed anything smarter than his dinner. "The more weapons, the better." He glanced around for both an authority figure that might frown upon what he was about to do and a waterskin for the boy, and not finding the first, he passed the second down to Tafiir as soon as he saw one. Kauff might have continued their conversation had he not noticed other earthlings gathering around the leaders' tent. He couldn't hear what was being said from where he was, but from the serious way everyone within earshot listened, he assumed it was important, or at least informative.

"Something's happening. Maybe we'll be moving soon." The child probably should have been sheltered somehow, but that would mean leaving the action behind, and Kauff wasn't going to do that. He would just have to hope the boy was old enough to see men broken and bleeding without breaking down.

(post 3)

Kaalnia – Alkidike Blade
Supply Tents: Cleaning up her mess -> outside

Kaalnia paused in her picking up of objects – a task she ended up doing on her own - to watch the shifter leader speak.

Oh! There was someone from the tents... an important someone. The shifter woman said something and she used lots of big words, but Peyla understood enough to know she was talking about people who had been taken by the orange-crystal obans. She chimed excitedly: Maybe the shifter would know something about her Alkidike!

With a buzz of wings, Peyla swooped swiftly down, a blue blur that stopped at Antiope.

She chimed desperately at the shifter, gesticulating wildly. Please... Did she know where her alkidike was? Did she know if she was okay?

”Really?” Kaalnia mumbled as the woman finished, ”Really?” she shoved the box to the side – she was so done with it and its contents. ”That's all you've got?!” Kaalnia huffed and shook her head. ”Well. That wasn't much.” where were her elders? The people she trusted? The people who might have something substantial to say?

As far as Kaalnia could tell, there were sisters among those imprisoned. She could only hope that some of the missing were still alive – they hadn't been able to retrieve the dead. ”I'm gonna get some air...” Kaalnia muttered to nobody in particular, stomping out into the 'open' camp...