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Name: Adalricus
Mood: Tranquil
Tribe? Free Ranging
Prompt Response: *note I am giving Adalricus what my friend calls a Griffin lisp. It means he hisses his ‘S’s and soft ‘C’s and rolls his ‘R’s from time to time. I put them in his thoughts as well so you could get used to it before he speaks, but that’s just to make it easier to you to adapt. oh and I used Ion as my guest since I bricked out on other ideas. >.<

Adalricus shifted his tail around the warm sun kissed rock and opened his eyes. The edge of the forest was pretty enough, but Adalricus enjoyed the view of the vast plain to his left. The yellowish grass danced to the tune of the wind and the little rodents’ scurrying about added the element of unpredictability as they offset the rhythm. Twitching is wings he decided to go for a fly to wake up from his nap. Slithering to the edge of the rock he oozed to the ground groaning as he felt his leg muscles stretch. Yawning Adalricus continued to stretch and began to feel his mind finally starting to catch up with his body. How many days had he spent in this area? About month the guardian decided as he tallied up his days. An entire month of no conversation with anyone or anything intelligent; he supposed it would seem sad to some to be so solitary. Shrugging off those thoughts Adalricus began to trot out into the grass. Soon enough the guardian was running and flapping his wings his powerful feet leaving gouges in the soft earth. Once his feet left the ground he focused on gaining attitude. Shortly the landscape was just an sea of grass that was broken by the forest as Adalricus wheeled in the sky.

Ssspending my days sssleeping on rocks and filling myself with easy killsss is one thing, but I feel like there is ssomething I sshould be doing. I want to help others but I can’t seem to leave this place. Every time I do I find myself flying back here. It’ss sstrange that I should have such an attachment to a land I haven’t been told to protect. There iss no trribe here, there isss no ssstay foxes either for modieties ssake! Why am I even here? I’ve been given no assssignment; my existencce doesn’t even sseem to have a purrpose.

As lost in his thoughts as he was Adalricus was shocked when he noticed something dark green in the sea of yellow. It was headed to the forest. Sweeping back shot passed the green dot and headed down for a landing. He began a fast stalk toward the intruder. He was at edge of the forest before he caught up to his quarry. It turned out to be a fox. Judging by the tail it was a female. Her coat was a light tan and she was wearing a jacket and some stockings. Adalricus tilted his head as he studied the vixen. She didn’t seem to be much of a threat. If anything the poor creature seemed tired. The guardian snuck up a tree as only those who are with cat like skills can do. He prowled the branches of the trees keeping pace with the oblivious interloper. Eventually she stopped near a spring in the forest for a drink then crawled under a natural depression at the base of a tree to sleep. Only once he was certain she was asleep did Adalricus climb down. He felt pity for the fox and instead of rousing her and making her leave he allowed her to stay and rest. He scouted around her sleeping place keeping all other manner of beasts, such as wolves and bears away. After a time he found himself sitting by the lip of the depression bored. He considered speaking with the vixen in order to have some communication when she woke up; however he wasn’t certain if he really wanted to talk to another fox. A small gasp made his tail twitch and turn his head to look down in the depression. It seemed the choice to talk or not had been taken away from him seeing as how the vixen was staring at him wide eyed and open mouthed.

Hmpf. Ssshe looks like a cccarp when sshe does that. It’s funny, but I know I ssshouldn’t laugh since she may neverrr have seen a guardian before. I ssuppose I could hop up into a tree branch, but that would ssseem like running away. Might as well sssay hello..

Hello. Jussst who might you be? A small ghost of a smile appearing on Adalricus’s lips as he tried to be polite, despite his gravelly voice and fierce appearance.

I-ion. I’m sorry I didn’t know this was a tribes land. I just wanted a place to s-stay for a while and thought about this forest s-since I heard about it from a f-friend. I’m sorry. I’ll l-leave.. Ssssit! Adalricus hated the sound of whining and this vixen was certainly doing that. The female was so scared she was shaking when she tried to get up. Telling her to sit make her stop stammering and instantly lay down. Adalricus shook his head slowly. I am not here to forrce you to leave little one. Thisss isss not trribal land. I have no intention of hurrting you. I wass merely bored and out patrrolling when I sssspotted you and decccided to follow you to make ccertain you would not get hurrt.

O-oh. Thank y-you very much. Well the female was plainly still scared but at least she relaxed a little. Adalricus decided to be even more polite and name himself then excuse himself, perhaps that would make Ion feel less scared. She obviously was in need of more rest. I am known as Adalrricusss. Perhapsss I will sssee you arround if you sstay long enough. Turning Adalricus launched himself up onto a tree trunk and clawed his way to a branch. After a while the female fell asleep again.

This is interesssting. I don’t know who her frrriend is, but it must have been quite sssome time sssince they last vissited this land. No foxes have ssshowed up before this little fox since I have cccome and the land ssseemed like it hadn’t been inhabited at all. This place doesn’t seem like it would be good to have a larrge tribe if anything it’s more like a rrest sstop. It’s a pleassant enough little ssanctuary I sssuppose; perhapsss others will come. I think I’ll ssstay here a while longerr. Adalricus smiled as he headed back up to the treetops to find a nice warm branch that had been warmed by the sun’s rays at day. It was time for a nap.

Name: Junko
Mood: Brave
Tribe? Yasashii, if it doesn't become a tribe than free roaming.
Prompt Response:

Her wing was bleeding. Pain shot up through her shoulder, a furious, hot white pain that blinded her. She couldn’t keep on moving much longer, but she knew she couldn’t stop, for if she did she might not get back up again.

Junko was a Guardian. She preferred to be called a female; even if many said her kind could not have genders. She thought this was a sad thing, never being able to breed or find love. Though, love was not impossible, she had never heard of a Guardian finding a mate before. Maybe such a thing was impossible? Junko liked to believe it wasn’t, liked to believe there was hope for her kind. Maybe they could breed? New Guardians were born once in awhile, who said they didn’t come from adult Guardians? Junko hated the thought that she would be alone for her entire life, alone and loveless. She was well aware that her kind often aligned itself with a tribe, often protected said tribe and helped the Elder make choices. However, she herself had never been blessed with being given a tribe, she hadn’t been sent to protect one or heard a Higher Being speak out to her. In fact, there was hardly anything separating herself from a normal Modifox right now.

It was that that had gotten her in a fight. She was a gentle being; Junko never lifted a claw against others, even the smaller Modifoxes. She was kind and compassionate, and yet stern when needed to be. Also, she was very, very passionate about her beliefs. It didn’t help that she had met a Guardian a few days ago, a Guardian that detested her way of thought. He had thought her jabbering about equality and love annoying, and in a fit of rage lashed out at her. He had been the first violent Guardian Junko had met, and the first to stab a hole into her wing. She had fled far from the Guardian, unable to fly due to her wing, and so she had to travel on foot. Her wing had become infected and was now draining away at her body. She didn’t know what to do anymore; she was scared. She didn’t know what to do! Wasn’t her kind supposed to be wise and knowledgeable? Well, she certainly was a failure of Guardians if that was the case.

Her negative thoughts were distracting to say the least. Her feet dragged as she traveled across the forest covered with fallen leaves, her wings dragging loosely against the ground, catching dirt in their feathers and causing her brown pelt to look dirty. She didn’t care, she couldn’t stop moving, it was the only thing keeping her going. Her world was growing dark, her flushed cheeks burning as the ill Guardian staggered, her large body stumbling and catching itself, stumbling once more and collapsing with a loud “thump” sound, lying limply on her side. Her eyes struggled to stay open; the dark world was taking over… And she… She couldn’t hold onto it anymore.

”Are you alright?”

The voice she heard must have been death calling for her, right? She couldn’t see anymore, she couldn’t move, couldn’t even speak back. And as the darkness slowly took her away she quickly forgot the voice, and forgot the fact that she faintly had felt a nudge on her side.

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Junko’s eyes fluttered open weakly, groaning as she struggled to glance about her. She was in a cave, the sound of running water nearby her drowning out any other noise she could have heard. She didn’t remember being here before…or even being anywhere near a cave. Where was she? Was she dead? Was this death? No! She wasn’t ready to die yet! She wasn’t going to accept this! The Higher Beings were mistaken; they had to send her back! She needed to prove that her kind could find a mate and have a family! She needed to help people!

She began to struggle to sit up, her injured wing feeling heavy. Curiously, she flapped it, glancing over at the wing. Heavy goo was on it, and in her disgust she attempted to lick it off. Maybe her wound was leaking? Well, that was filthy!

“Don’t do that! It’s healing your wound!” Junko snapped around to see a red, white, black and purple vixen approach her with a rabbit in her mouth. The vixen dumped the rabbit before Junko, sitting on her haunches and reaching out to touch the Guardians wings.

”Your lucky I can save your wing, it was almost unfixable, it was so badly infected.” The vixen mused, shaking her head softly as she fussed with the injured wing. Junko pulled her wing away, suspiciously eyeing the vixen.

”Who are you? Why am I here?” She questioned, not remarking as the vixen laughed at her questions. The vixen rubbed the side of her face, ears flicking and eyes locked on Junko, unconcerned that the massive Guardian would even lay a finger on her. She seemed rather calm, while Junko herself was slowly starting to panic.

“I’m Kithara, Elder-To-Be of Yasashii, which is the land you are on right now. I found you on the ground and several of Yasashii members helped me bring you here. You needed to be checked, and your wing was in dire condition.” The vixen (Or Kithara) said, examining the wing once more. Junko allowed her to, relaxing at Kithara’s gentle touch. Kithara’s tail wrapped around herself as she eyed the wing, a paw patting it lightly before drawing back.

“It’s healing nicely.” She said, nodding in satisfaction. Junko offered a grateful smile, nodding in response.


”Thank you, Miss. My name is Junko, and I am very grateful.” She said to the Elder-To-Be, eyeing the vixen as she nudged the rabbit to Junko.

”Just Kithara is fine, Junko. Here, I brought this for you. You should eat, you look a little thin, though I’m not familiar with the figure of a Guardian.” Kithara smiled warmly at the Guardian, obviously pleased when Junko took a tentative bite. Yes, Junko was to accepting, to willing to trust others, for all she knew Kithara could rip her throat out, but she couldn’t even begin to think such negative things about her savior, or anyone for that matter. As she ate she slowly relaxed, her injured wing held at an odd angle. She found herself confused at the generosity of Kithara, who could have just left her to die. Her eyes flicked upwards, wondering why the vixen would help such a total stranger.

”Why did you save me?” She questioned, almost forgetting that she had food in her mouth.

”It’s only the right thing to do, of course. I couldn’t just leave you there, that’s cruel and….wrong. You needed someone to help you, and I was there. I could never just leave someone in pain alone; besides, it’s my job to heal others. Yasashii is a healing tribe; I’d be a hypocrite if I just left you. Though, that wasn’t why I helped you. It was just because I wanted to, its wrong to just leave someone to die.” Kithara answered with, eyes wide as if she couldn’t even comprehend why the Guardian would ask such a question. Absently, Junko pondered on if she had heard of a healing tribe before. No, she hadn’t, but perhaps it was a new tribe? She wondered if Kithara would kick her out soon, hopefully she wouldn’t. Junko didn’t know if she could travel far.

As if she knew what Junko was thinking, Kithara opened her mouth to add more. “My tribes fairly small, for now. But, we’d be more than happy if you stayed here until your wing recovered.”

Of course, Junko nodded.

~~~~~~

It had been several weeks since Junko arrived at Yasashii with a hole in her wing, and now it was mostly healed. She stretched her wings as she exited the cave, grinning like the Cheshire cat as she was met with zero pain. Kithara padded up beside her, the smaller vixen sitting down beside her and smiling up at the Guardian.

”I’ll be sad to go.” Junko mentioned. She had been thinking of staying… Though would Kithara even have her? Kithara merely smiled, nodding softly.

“Yes, but we both knew you’d heal eventually.”
“Your tribe doesn’t have a Guardian, right?”

Kithara glanced up, shaking her head gently. “Yasashii is still fairly new, we barely even have any members, nerveless a Guardian.” Kithara said absently, flicking her tail back and forth. She seemed unsettled; Junko had learned over the few weeks that the female often felt slightly as if her tribe needed something more… something that Kithara was not yet sure she could offer. Often Kithara would grow quiet in thought of what she could provide that she hadn’t already, often she came up with blanks. However, Junko had ideas. She wanted to stay with Kithara and her tribe, help like Guardians were supposed to. Protect the tribe, give advice and make sure everything was alright when Kithara went to pray to Dahlia. She wanted a home, and Yasashii could be that a home. A place devoted to helping others… That was a home she herself wanted!

”What would you say if I wanted to stay?” She questioned, glancing over at Kithara. Kithara raised her head, smiling slightly, ears flicking. She rolled her shoulders, leaning back a little to look Junko in the eye.

”I’d say you’d be more than welcomed to.” She answered, watching Junko as she mulled this over. Yasashii would be a good home for her, and the people there were accepting. She knew this tribe could benefit from her, and vice versa, and besides, every tribe needed a Guardian!

Turning, she nudged Kithara with a wing, glancing out at the river ahead. The sound of water trickled in the back of her mind, the smell of the ocean pleasantly rolling around her, a scent she would become familiar with. This was the right place for her. It had to be.

”I want to stay.”

Name: Mo'at ("Dragon Lady", Name of the Neytiri's mother in Avatar, spritual leader and connected to Eywa)
Mood: Protecting
Tribe? Omaticaya
Prompt Response: The golden thing on her back between her wings that's later mentioned is her orb, just to avoid confusion. Dunno if that's just for show in the picture or they really carry those with 'em.

It was a calm summer day, the sun shining in a crystal blue, cloudless sky and heating the earth below while a gentle breeze tempered the rays to make the temperature more pleasant. A mother squirrel was bringing her babies from their nest to practice climbing today, an inquisitive youngster wandering down to the forest floor while his mother's attention was focused on his siblings. He sniffed the breeze curiously, savoring each new scent as it came his way. One scent in particular caught his attention, an odd mixture of animals that didn't feel normal to him.

Thud. Thud. Thud. The ground shuddered beneath the young squirrel’s paws. Emerging from the trees just ten feet ahead, seemingly out of nowhere, was the strangest creature he would ever see in his life. It was various shades of brown, explaining why he hadn't seen it until it moved; it blended perfectly against the landscape of tree trunks. Giant feathered wings rested against its back and two horns jutted from its head to brush the tips of the leaves on the trees, which suddenly looked small by comparison. The head and tail looked lizard-like, but the body and legs were those of a giant cat or fox.

Amidst all the brown the creature's golden eyes seemed to blaze while yet more gold gleamed at its throat, and the little squirrel caught sight of something that might also be gold nestled between those giant wings. The creature turned its head and regarded him with one of those piercing eyes. Just then his mother dropped down from the tree, grabbing him by his scruff and whisking him back up in the branches.

Mo'at looked up in the branches where the squirrels had vanished. She couldn't speak squirrel herself but it sounded like the little one was getting quite scolding from his mother, or perhaps was the target of said scolding. She'd seen the young squirrel on the ground and had only thought to make sure it wasn't injured, but it seemed her assistance wasn't required. She returned her attention to her previous goal before the squirrel incident and resumed walking.

Like all Guardians Mo'at was genderless, but referred to herself as a female. She wasn't very old for her kind, having been placed on the earth by the Modeities quite recently, but was puzzled as to why they had brought her here. Her kind existed primarily to protect tribes or, failing that, groups of family and friends that formed something of a miniature, unofficial tribe, yet since her arrival, Mo'at had not come across even a lone traveler. A Guardian without anything to guard....

For the past month Mo'at had been constantly on the move. She found she preferred forests to open land, but they were a bit too enclosed, too small, to be entirely comfortable, so she was hunting for more ancient lands where trees grew high and far enough apart that she could spread her wings for once and not bang into things. Here, it seemed, her luck was good. The trees seemed to get bigger and bigger every day.

Not two days after the incident with the squirrels, Mo'at began noticing gradual changes in the land. It wasn't just that everything was getting bigger, but the plants were beginning to change as well. Some of them were night-bloomers that had fluorescent streaks, lighting up the dark with their beauty, while some were just plain odd. Now that Mo'at thought about it, the entire feel of the forest was odd. Not bad, but like something more was there.

Over the next week the feeling only got more pronounced, and Mo'at was constantly stopping to just listen. It was like someone was whispering to her, trying to get her attention, but it was so quiet she couldn't make out what they were saying. The voice seemed female, in the same sense that she was a female at least. Perhaps a deity? Mo'at took this as a positive sign. Even better she had finally come upon the scent of foxes, possibly a tribe, and had been following the scent for the past day in the hopes it would lead her to them.

"Stop." From the shock alone Mo'at stopped, turning a full circle to look around her. She saw no one else with her, but from some reason it didn't surprise her. "Follow me, child." Follow? What was there to follow? But that presence was around her again, and Mo'at suddenly knew which way to go. She placed one foot forward, then another, and was soon walking through the forest with a purpose of destination.

In what seemed like in a short amount of time Mo'at spotted a tree in the distance, one so big it made Mo'at feel like an ant in comparison. But that wasn't her final destination so she continued forward, skirting in a half-circle around the large tree, until she came upon yet another tree.

This one took her breath away in a way the giant tree hadn't. It was of an average size, for the area, and in the style of a graceful willow. Instead of green the foliage was a vibrant pink that seemed to glow. If Mo'at had any lingering doubts this was just another regular (albeit huge) forest, they were instantly dispelled.

Movement caught her eye. She'd been so busy staring at the tree she'd failed to notice the fox sitting at the base of it. He was a male, with fur as brown as her own and markings of silver branches and pink flowers that complimented their settings quite beautifully. His emerald eyes met her golden ones and he seemed as unsurprised to see her as she had been to hear that mysterious voice speak to her.

"What is this place," Mo'at asked.

The male smiled, and invited Mo'at to walk with him. As they strolled leisurely through the forest he told her about his clan, tree dwellers who had a strong connection with nature and the balance of life and energy. They were a small yet peaceful tribe, wary of outsiders 'lest they be overrun and destroyed. Mo'at's coming was a joyous occasion to them, for Guardians meant strength and protection.

The explanation over, he stopped and looked up at Mo'at. In his calm and serious voice he asked if she would consider making her home with them. They sat there, staring at each other as though try to see through the eyes and into the soul. Mo'at was the first to blink and break the contact. "I would like that. Very much." The male sat there for a moment, then a small smile crossed his face. He welcomed her home. Home. Mo'at felt a thrill in her heart at those words. She finally had a home.