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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2018 2:27 pm
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A shadow moved over the land, growing larger the closer he drew to the earth beneath. Wings spread wide, catching the air, gliding the final distance, large paws hitting the ground in silence. Well, at least he was silent, the song bird clinging to his mane and chirping indignantly was not so silent. And by 'not so silent', i mean annoyingly loud.
"Quiet, if you didn't want to fly so high should have gotten off before."
A paw raised to harmless swat at the bird, which earned another chip as his feathered 'friend' scurried to take perch in the god's antlers. Sigh, it seemed he was always picking up strays.
"If you're going to sit up there, keep an eye out."
His head raised, nose to the air, taking in the scent of the land around him, searching, examining all that was around him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2018 5:51 pm
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Corellon rolled his eyes as the bird continued to chirp at him, protesting in words that only the god understood. Right, uh-uh, sure, right, he was barely paying attention, tuning out the chirps he by now far too accustomed to.
"Are you done?"
A final chirp, a hop, the bird decided it was indeed done complaining about whatever it was complaining about. Good, quiet at last, he could focus on the land and life around him. Really, as if he had nothing better to do with his time than listen to a bird complain. Well, he could not begrudge the bird too much, and in truth he did not object to his passenger.
chirp chirp.
"What is it now? Yes, I see them."
His gaze had settled on the lioness, his head turned, wondering who she was or where she was from and what had brought her here.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 3:29 pm
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The god settled on his haunches, listening as the lioness spoke. There was little she said that concerned him, perhaps he should have phrased his question better. He was less interested in the pride itself or in its customs, but rather he was interested in the health of the land and its inhabitants. Unnatural events, the encroachment by creatures that did not belong, death before its natural time.
And yet, there was something in her words that was of interest, perhaps troubling. A curse? Hmmm, a curse could mean many things. It could mean the pride had simply fallen on hard times, as was the eventual course of nature, or it could have been something far more sinister.
"What sort of curse?"
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, a sideways glance toward the bird perched in his antlers.
"Corellon. You are a long way from home then, Asha, what brings you to this place?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2018 4:45 pm
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