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Ataya
Location: Just outside the Ruins of Nordanar.
Class/Clan: Hybrid Aiskala Mage (Adept - 14yrs)
Activity: Declaring war. Initiating snowball fight with sister.
Interacting With: Akara

Ataya eyed it. “It could…if you could keep a grip.” At her uncertainty, however, he shrugged and stood, glancing to the surrounding area and then grinning. “I doubt Mother would let us get far, though, so for now…” He shifted pulling off the gloves on his fingers — unnecessary, anyway: he wasn’t cold — and splaying his hands out before gathering up a white swirl of spiraling magic. Seconds later, he held a single, large, perfect snowball in his palm. “Want to play a game?”

Before giving his sister a proper chance to respond, he lodged it, letting it lift to hover over her head for a fraction of a moment and then dropping to disperse in her hair as he fled the scene — at least, as far as he could make it away before she took her inevitable revenge.

Name: Rain
Apprentice Dovaa
Location: Just outside the Misty Inn
Interacting with: Shenra and anybody who wants to join in xD

It was bitterly cold. The wind nipped at Rain’s face and long ears as the dovaa boy made his way through the grassy planes toward what he hoped was the location of the The Misty Inn. He tried to get his hood over his head, but his horns made it rather difficult. He grumbled irritably under his breath that he should have taken the time to cut holes in the hood before hand. But it hadn’t been as windy earlier, he told himself.

As he walked along he tried his best not to trample the pretty wildflowers that he found growing at the top of the plateau. A chilling breeze caused Rain to nearly topple over though, if it weren’t for his glaive that he was using as a walking stick. He had brought the weapon just in case. He knew there were all sorts of creatures living out there in the wild. He hung onto it and leaned into the wind and marched onward. Though every once in awhile he found himself standing still, and staring at the beauty around him. After all, that was part of the reason he had left in the first place; to explore. He would stop walking and gaze for a time at the trees and sky. He hadn’t been away from home very long and he was full of excitement. It was so easy for him to get distracted.

Finally, in the distance, he could see a series of buildings built on the cliff-sides. Rickety-looking bridges lead from one to the other and swayed in the wind. It didn’t look at all safe. Suddenly Rain was having second thoughts. Was this the right place? Was he ready for this? Maybe he would just take a look around and then head back to someplace slightly safer. If anything maybe he would find a place to camp out.

Malta hadn't given up on looking, even though it was cold, even though the chill had even bitten through her 'cloak' – a fur cape that Siksyl'gra had sewn for her since she had insisted on the trip – and into her flesh.

“Your lesser friend is not coming.” commented the Giogimar. Siksyl had long since stopped being amused by his khehora's antics, “He has abandoned you. Come. Let us search the ruins.”

“No, he said he'd be around here...” Malta stood up on her now-aching hind legs again and peered out over the snowy place, with its temporary encampments and strange formations.

“He lied. Or he died. Either way, he is not coming...” The feline began to groom, and then, remembering the frosty air, stopped, annoyed. “My fur freezes here. If you insist on continuing to seek him, that is your wont. I will go inside and wait for your folly to end.” He stood up and stretched, turning to the merchant's tent to seek its warmth, where his saliva would not freeze on his fur.

“Oh! Oh! Wait, Siksyl'gra, wait! I think I see him!” Malta chirped, squinting at the familiar – she hoped – Oblivionite approaching the merchant's tents. She flapped her wings in greeting, her cloak fluttering with the motion. “Detraeus!” she called out, “Hey! Hi!” Her hindlegs tired and she fell back onto her forelegs, her tail wiggling with hopeful anticipation.

Nehelini was cautious as he walked out into the path. Halting as he saw what the young Khehora had seen; "Yeah...they range from stark white to a pale blue-gray from what I've seen."

He blinked as he slowly looked down at the young one, "And what do you mean by we could be the food? I'm more of a meal than you, you have claws my friend...I have fists. And barely controlled magic..." he chuckled. Nehelini pulled on the Khehoran's shoulder as he ducked behind a tree, "Move! Its an adult!"

One Adult Ikri passed by them...two Pups trailing after it. Nehelini sent up a prayer and then blinked as he saw a small one, smaller than the one he saw on his first outing.

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Nehelini chuckled at the young one's excitement, he kept low and out of sight hoping that the adult wouldn't turn around. He leaned out saw nothing then dashed to the brush where he saw the two fall. He saw the Pup, wide eyed and unmoving as it laid there. Nehelini inhaled slowly, “Keke, don't grip too hard on the poor thing now. Its young and frightened at the moment...so it might...”

The pup kicked out, most likely kicking Keke in the process as it whimpered; “...kick.” he nodded as he straightened. What would they do now? He looked around then back to the dark blue-gray pup. It was magnificent he thought to himself. He didn't get out the makeshift collar. The poor thing was most likely scared enough that the collar would only worsen it. He knelt down looking it over while still in the grasp of the small Khehoran. Nehelini reached out stroking a scaled shoulder before softly stroking a furred leg; “Thank you Keke. What shall we do now?”

Nehelini looked up and around the forest, it was quite. Getting close to dark from what he could see. Meant that the Alpha would be on the hunt for this pup...he sighed. Then looked around again. The snow was still stark white, a fleeting testament to the calm before the storm. He knew if they didn't move the rest of the pack would be on them soon. His eyes narrowed, “Shall we move to a different location?”

He was worried. If they were caught with this Pup, chances were they weren't getting out alive. To say he was scared was an understatement. He was nervous about it all. Standing he looked around giving a kind smile down to the Pup and Keke. He hoped his feeble attempt at comfort worked.

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Keke winced as the paw hit him in the nose. “Ow!” he exclaimed, but he knew that the dovaa was right. He'd nearly killed an animal by holding to tight before. “Oh, yes. We should move to a different spot.” he said, looking out towards where the mother beastie had gone off to, “She'll notice this one is gone, and then she'll be coming back for him...” he tilted his head, “Right?”

He picked the pup – nearly the size of an Orakoir – up by the scruff of its neck, just like its mother had. It calmed down, kicking only slightly as it, and its pudgy belly, was carried back towards the ruins and the way out of the forest. It was, after all, getting dark and Keke knew better than to be out after dark.

He walked out with the puppy and the dovaa in tow, when a strangely familiar scent made its way past his painful nose and the puppy's musky animal smell. He looked up sharply and watched as an orderite walked past. He turned his head, following her with his bright emerald gaze.

“Hewoo?” he managed through the mouthful of cute puppy. He put the pup on the snow and covered it with a paw, “Hello!” he greeted, “Do I know you?”

The Orderite crisped up and stopped her movements as Keke called out to her. Darn it, you simply couldn’t get past a Kheorian nose! She really did need to get one of them, Her Vliedean was useful but a Khehora would be even more useful. Sighing softly she turned towards the pair, briefly looking at what keke had dropped and frowning in the shadows before removing her hood. “Greetings,” dark plum eyes turned to the Dovaa and her lips pressed into a tight line before returning on Keke. “You were there when I caught and tamed my Vlidean.”

She rubbed the back of her hair out of nervousness and wondered what they were doing with the pup. The Dovaa wasn’t very old; she wondered how they’d gotten tangled up with Keke. Though Xenosa imaged it hadn’t been very hard since the Khehora stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. “It’s not very safe for either of you to be out here by yourselves.” If the duo ran into one of the wild creatures she’d heard about she would never see them again. Not that she actually cared for their wellbeing, but it was worth commenting on.

Keke raised his claw obediently, nosing the puppy into the Dovaa's hands, cooing at it because, well, it was adorable as hell. He did eye it with just a smidgen of jealousy as it was offered a piece of jerky – a treat that smelled and looked absolutely delicious, making Keke's mouth water an reminding him that he was very hungry and still growing.

“I'll come with you to hunt.” he offered, though – pup now removed – his attention was on the Orderite. Honestly, she could have lied to him and he wouldn't have known better. Being lied to was such an infrequent thing for him that he usually was pretty credulous and naïve. Had she said no, he would have simply accepted it as a coincidence and a consequence of a cold nose.

But she had said yes, and on further inspection, it WAS her. “Xenosa!” he chirped, calling up her name from her memory. It had been years, but she looked as bright and colorful as ever. “Yes! I remember your Vildean! How is it? Did you name it yet?” surely she had, it having been years and all.

“And we're fine!” he chirped, “Though we won't be by ourselves if you're with us!” he added, as a very pleasant afterthought.