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Gwaed looked up, startled. Syn was apologizing? She felt so mixed up. She drew herself up and tried to remember courtesy. She had been away from court for so long.

"Syn, please accept my hospitality and that of the wood and the lake. Please forgive my ignorance of your ways. I cannot give you leave to cut a live tree or take a life. I know you are hungry and thirsty, and if there is anything I can offer you, only say it. My home is yours and you will sleep safely here or we can make other accommodations."

She sang to the woods and the leaves tittered their response. He would be protected here.

"Syn, I cannot protect you if you leave the wood and go to the city, but it is your choice."

Now was his turn to be confused...
He'd shake his head. "I'm sorry but I cannot stay here. This place...it's too.." He'd trail off not sure what it was really..."I don't belong in such a place." He'd turn away towards the door. " You're right. I'm thirsty. I am hungry. I however don't know that I can control myself enough to say I wouldn't take a life." With that he stepped out and walked slowly away.

After an hour or two beneath his hastily constructed lean-to, some larger logs had dried their outer layers enough to be set upon his fire. At last, the flames truly began to rise and dance in evening rain. The small and frequent droplets of water striking the flames gave off a constant buzz of small hisses and buzzes. The last light of day had finally faded to a barely perceptible glow, and the clouds that were bringing the rain had sunk low. A loud and muffled growl suddenly filled the campsite, and Miklós rocked back and made a grunting noise as he clasped at his belly.

“Four days of nothing but dried meat and cho bread. If I don’t find me some fresh food soon, I’m gonna be backed up for days.”

Miklós’s stomach seemingly agree as it gurgled and bubbled again. To try and distract himself, Miklós pulled off his bandolier of shells, and set about making repairs to the stitching, or rubbing down the leather, or any other attention it required. Once done, he moved to his weapons. Pulling the ‘Boom Chucker’ into his lap, Miklós proceed to disassemble it, and inspected and cleaned each part. As he worked, be began to hum, and eventually sing softly to himself.

A scholar once noted that minotaur songs sounded very similar to the mooing of domesticated bovines. Unfortunately, this same scholar was not wise enough to keep this to himself whilst standing amongst the singing minotaur, and thus never lived to record the observation. Other scholars however did have this common sense, and thus any passing traveler would be able to corroborate, that a singing minotaur did indeed at times, sound like a domesticated bovine.

As the winds picked up slightly, and the rains continued to drizzle, Miklós continued singing. Soon he was belting out songs of battles long past, and of the great honor of being a warrior. A very minotaur beginning to his new adventure.

((OOC: Where'd our little cat friend go?))

((OOC: Exor is apparently a very busy dude. He's been absent (asides from a post or two on another board as well.))

((Egh, yes, big busy weekend! Work hard, play hard, make history, work more overtime! -.- Sorry bout bein out like that - not something I like to make a habit of. Anyway, without further adieu...))

"I... I thought you were something else... Your scent, your movements, are not unlike a canine creature called a Wolfram. I'm not from this area," she said, cautiously choosing her words. "Although we don't get along, I thought that a Wolfram out here, so far away from home, might work together with a Kaelan, and that's why I tracked you here... It would appear that you're... not exactly interested, though, so I won't bother you..."

She slowly backed up with her hands up in a rather meek gesture of retreat.

({[ Sorry I've been absent as well. Even on 'easy' days, baby makes things complicated. Anywho, I'm back.]})

Tan heard cattle. That was odd, because he hadn't seen any sign of cattle herds when he had first come to the city. Then he noticed that it was strangely melodic. Realizing that it had to be the minotaur, singing no less, he started to descend. Skimming the tops of the trees, he followed the sound and the road. The lady stirred in his talons, waking finally. "Do you hear that? There." He spotted the minotaur as the last song faded on the wind. Veering to the road, he searched for a spot to release Vasilisa without dropping her in a pit of mud. Without any luck.

He swooped around, and headed for the trees. The trunks and branches made flying into the forest impossible for his great wing-span, so his timing had to be nearly perfect. Braking hard, he managed to drop Vasilisa onto a only-slightly-damp stretch under the cover of the trees. He immediately tucked his wings in tight and shifted. Cannon-balling and rolling between tree-trunks, his landing went well. Until that last tree got in the way. Only a few yards from the small clearing Miklos had set up in, Tan fetched up hard against an old fir. Being in the middle of a roll, he hit buttocks first and rolled up the trunk to face-plant on the side of the tree.

Tan saw stars, or maybe sparks, as he dropped to the ground, passing out before coming to rest on the undergrowth.