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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:02 pm
Eyad had left the confines of Obadias' den early that morning, slithering out into the rogue lands. There was not many snakes in the Ukuucha'wafalme, other than a sibling of his who was kept by one of the hybrids. It was not that he did not wish to talk to them, but it was simply that he wished to talk to someone else. Someone new.
Someone who was at least a little bit interesting. Eyad did not speak much, unless asked direct questions, but he enjoyed listening to others and hearing what they had to say. They usually had the most interesting stories and stories was something he had not heard much of recently.
He needed something new in his life, he decided, ducking through the rocky terrain with interest. Something fun.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:45 am
A blueish-white form weaved its way steadily through the rocks around it, being careful to avoid shifting the earth more than she should. Cydonia had never been one who enjoyed manipulating the things around her to her liking. Instead, she rather liked the world as is. So it's really no surprise that she would make a conscious effort to keep the terrain as it was before she got there.
Humming quietly to herself, the snake continued her way forward with no real destination in mind. She was not in any hurry. Why rush? Besides, if she went quickly through her day, she might miss something interesting and that would be a shame.
This in mind, she paused to take a look around her - craggy earth, sun-soaking rocks and a clear sky - and she smiled, satisfied, before moving onward.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 5:52 pm
After a little while of travelling in silence, Eyad began to wonder whether or not he should have just gone the other way, towards the great lake and sunbathed there, rather then attempting to find company. It would have been warm, and although boring, comfortable. Instead he was travelling in silence, looking for something interesting to capture his attention.
The sound of humming caught his attention and he stopped his slow slither, cocking his head to one side as if to fight the nose better. Slipping onto a rock, he spotted an unusual colour for the landscape. It was almost blue and almost white, but not quite boldly either.
"Hello," he called out, voice quiet though he was trying to catch her attention. He was not much for loud noises. He preferred quiet conversations to loud booming noises, like yelling.
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