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 Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 5:23 pm
 It had been her mother's idea - go out and just, enjoy the wilderness - enjoy watching water trickle past her. Get to meet the water that she was now so attuned to, unlike her brother, who had been barren of the grace of water. So, Wailele took it seriously.
Sitting about ankle deep at the edge of a mighty river, her bright blue eyes watched as the water trickled away from between her paws - the motion making her slightly dizzy, but she felt slightly mystified by how it moved and churned around her.
What amused her the most, was how the water played with her hair, catching the two toned locks, and danced with it, like a story, told in green and crystalline blues. Ultimately, she felt a ton better, just being in her own element - even if it was a quieter, more softer version of the mighty waterfalls that she was so in love with, and used to.
Oh sure - she knew this wasn't exactly what her mother had meant, but it seemed like the best idea at the time.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 6:05 pm
The water was sparkling and he was greatly pleased with how clean it was, sparkling and shimmering the pockets of shade from the trees that took advantage of the running river and grew nearby. The rushing water also helped to mock a sense of company, and he felt he could hear it talking. It was a great place to rest and take a well needed break from flying, and he watched his reflection the water, very pleased with what he saw back. He was a handsome god and he knew it.
It was when Khuluma noticed a noise that he paused and standing up on all fours, hear the footfalls of a creature approach. With this much water, a thirsty mortal was bound to know the place. Not liking the idea he would have the move, but liking it even less to have to hide his wings, he decided just to walk up the river and avoid both. So pausing his grooming, he turned tail and made his way alongside the bank.
The water continued at it’s pace, sometimes rippling over rocks and other times smooth and sleek as it moved. Looking back, he saw that he the creature, whatever it was, was out of sight, but he continued to move and looked up in time to see a blue figure standing in the water. It was small, which made Khuluma feel better. Too many things in life were bigger than he was. There were the tell-taled signs that Khuluma knew was a god. Wings being the most obvious and the first thing he took notice of. A sort of foamy green with light blue, with white pearls about it’s feathers. Peals that Khuluma was instantly envious of. From his angle, he couldn’t make much else. Hair, but not the shape of it aside from the color, and a deep blue pelt. What really got to him, as he had yet to encounter one before, was this god was VERY small. Small, like he was.
There was already a thud in his chest, and he dared not think that this could be another cub. The size made him hopeful. For all the wonderful introductions he could have given, he gave off a hesitant. “Hello?”
Smooth, Khuluma. REAL smooth.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 12:28 am
The bright little god's voice was nearly lost on the water that ran through her light blue toes and swirled in front of her, the sound calming her soul and keeping her interest for the moment. But it travelled well, and after a few more moments, her gaze snapped up, as if waking up from a dream, the sound slowly dying away to the background again, and her bright brilliant eyes scoring the water side for whatever had called her out of her lull.
After a moment, he came into her line of sight - like a ray of sunlight bouncing off the morning dew, and it intregued her to no extent. Wailele was like a spring of curiousity, always pouring out questions and the want for intellegence. Slowly taking a few daring steps from her spot in the little river, her eyebrows reached the sky in interest, tilting her head a little to the left, hair slowly starting to drape across her face like a veil.
It was another cub, was it not? Definitively a god, at least. Definitively a god who was nothing like Wa Molo'o, who was dark and always moody - and above all, definitively shiny and bright pelted. A pelt she could be a little jealous about, being a dark little creature, she always envied the brighter colours of some of the gods she had seen before from under her mother's wing. But now she was by her own, and she had to make her own friends. Clearing her throat, she attempted her first introduction by herself.
"H-Hello! Were you calling me?" she murmured to him, eyebrows raised. Like as if there had been anyone else. A ghost. A random bird in the sky maybe! Ahem. . . giving a quick glance to the sky to make sure the last statement was incorrect, she looked back down to the other cub, before breaking her face into a more sweeter smile.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you at first, the water speaks so loudly~!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 5:11 pm
When she came into focus, he slowed to a stop and stood there, eyes wide. She was a cub! The fact it wasn’t a massive god or a small mortal was enough to make a wide, sparkling smile shine on his face. Eagerly, his eyes danced about to take her in. Dark pelt with the most peculiar markings, not at all like his spots. The hair was long and two colors – fancy that! It was even longer than his mane, which did miff him just a bit. What also kicked him was that she had a horn, something he had wanted since meeting Palahala. Sure, he would have preferred having two, but the cub still won over him for having at least one. While she didn’t have golden jewelry like he had, she had white, smooth pearls beaded around her wings. Overall, she was stunning, as he could tell by her call that she was a she.
“Well, yes and no. I’d call you by name if I knew it or what you were, but I did call. I am most glad you answered.” He started to move again, closing the space between them but stopping at the edge of the water. “I haven’t met many cubs. I was surprised!” Surprised and overjoyed, but why say everything that was on his mind?
“If I had better sense, I would have stopped listening to the river and paid more attention to voices I could understand.” River-speak was just not a tongue he understood and didn’t think he’d ever learn. Maybe if he had been a river god, but he wasn’t. “I’m Khuluma, God of Rhetoric! I prefer Khuluma thought, not Rhetoric, but you can call me Khul if you don’t wan tto say my whole title. What’s your name?
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 1:36 pm
"Ah, yes. We seem few and far between. You're the first cub I've seen, beside my brother, Wo Molo'o. Much lighter pelted, though. Less fire." He was a breath of fresh air, another just like her, even thought he was much brighter pelted and seemed to rattle on with his speech. But that's okay! Meeting others was something that she wanted to get out and do - living under her mother's wing would get her nowhere in life, and her mother had started to wain from her and her brother - the night and day pair of cubs that she had bore from a strange breeding. She couldn't blame her mother though.
Sitting down in the low tide of the stream, her tail followed the water's current, flowing and swirling from behind her, chortling softly at his quip about the water. "The water murmurs and whispers, it's a little difficult to understand. If you listen closely, you can sometimes hear what it's trying to say." she happily stated, eyes half lidded, her attention waining back to the water's lullaby, before snapping to attention again. "But, I digress. I was born attached to the water."
"It's a pleasure to meet you though, Khul. I'm Wailele, the Goddess of Waterfalls, my mother is the Goddess of Rivers, and that's why I'm out here. To talk to her waters. Weird, isn't it." She introduced herself, casting her eyes down in shyness.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 8:09 am
He was downright envious that she could talk to the river, and he could not. It was depriving him of an audience and a conversation, and he felt huffy in that as much as he strained to hear, he could not hear anything that he could remotely understand or put into a language that made sense. While she spoke, he turned his head and opened a ear, trying to make sense of the garble and murmur of the river, but only frowned more and more in the lack of a reward. It was the fact she had a heritage with water that explained it, and he perked his head up, deciding to just give up on trying such a hopeless endeavor.
“Ah. You come from a linage of water? That doesn't sound weird at all. It would explain why you can talk with water, and I can’t. I’m usually better at getting anyone to open up to me, but water seems to clam up when I’m around.” He looked at the body of water before back at the cubling. “I wish there were more of us. I just meet adults all the time. They’re far too busy with things they say they only understand and give me very little credit. I’m just plain sick of it. I guess it’s one of the few perks of not having any adults looking over me. If they’re not willing ot tell me anything, I can just learn it all on my own.” He edged closer to the bank towards the water, but did not get close enough to wet his toes. “Do you always come out here to talk to rivers? I bet I could provide much better conversation.” Khuluma grinned, tooting his own horn as it were.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:16 am
"Maybe with a bit of practice, it will come to you." She said, hopefully. She couldn't imagine how it could be, unable to hear something that one was so interested in - or so attached to, like her with the water. Giving him a withered smile, she lifted herself from the stream, padding over to him, closer so that she could see him fully, instead of from far within the water's depths - where he was just a golden spot who spoke of sweet things. When she was close enough, she sat in the water again, as it swirled around her form again, grabbing her hair and pulling it down the stream once more.
"Every once and a while I come to talk to the bodies of water I come across. It took a fair little while for me to start speaking with the waters - I've always been a little shy of everything - my mom used to have to chid me into getting out and meeting people." She admitted, looking away for a moment, before lifting her clear blue eyes up again. "But, I agree, I wish there were more our age - I only have my brother, and I'm much different than him, also. You wouldn't believe we were related. . . it's . . peculiar." She enjoyed talking to this little god, he made her feel comfortable about talking out loud - good practice for whatever future brought her. He was like a good friend - she could enjoy his company again.
"Do you have any family?" It was an innocent question.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 2:47 pm
His ears turned back at the mention of family and after letting his eyes look about, he shook his head. "Not that I know of. I haven't met anyone like me that could be related, which means I'm an original." A lonely original. "So I don't know what it's like to be chided by a mother to not be shy or have a peculiar brother, but I've never had a problem with talking. I don't think I've met as many interesting Gods and Goddesses if I didn't approach them and said hello. I love talking far too much to claim up around someone. You see, I wouldn't meet such a nice Goddess as you if I was hiding behind a tree all day." He offered her a pristine smile.
He looked down at the water, watching how it sparkled and made her water wave and move in its icy cool colors. "Maybe that's the problem. The river probably likes someone who is more shy and talks less, which means it pretty much hopeless for me to ever get to learn its language." He listened a moment longer. "I suppose one has to be very quiet to hear what it's saying through all that babbling." He whispered, before lifting his head and smiling sweetly at her once more. "What does it tell you, these bodies of water? I can't even imagine what a river would have to say." Just thinking about a river talking sounded silly and ridiculous. What would you talk to it about? That you were thirsty and appreciated the fact you could drink it? Did rivers get angry because of that? Did they talk about the weather or crack funny jokes?
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