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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:03 pm
Though there was no reason for a naga to enjoy the rain or the cold, Winter at least had reason to be out in it. With a thick woolen cloak wrapped around her shoulders, a hood over her damp green hair. There was a large bowl beneath her arm with a deep ladle in it. In her pink eyes, there was a definite intent as she slithered through the damp trees, headed for an old, secluded lake. Unfortunately, despite its seclusion, it was in a very open clearing, meaning that the young woman would have to slither into the open air, thusly being soaked by the large droplets of water falling from the sky.
Her tongue flicked gently from her mouth, looking for some kind of company, despite her preference for solitude. It wasn't so much that she wanted someone to talk or would enjoy the company itself, she was simply confused by the overwhelming silence that surrounded her. A part of her was concerned, however, that if she heard anything, it would be her overprotective mother coming after her, snapping about how she hadn't requested permission to leave. Yet, her family was all sleeping through the storm; she was the only one risking this.
The pink naga jumped as sheet lightning lit up the surface of the lake, thunder rumbling across the land and making the water ripple. Biting at her lip nervously, she took a deep breath before rushing across the mud as fast as she could, leaning down and pressing her fingers through the different shades of mud before finding the one she was looking for. A soft gasp fell from her throat before she dug the spoon into the pale clay, dumping it by the ladleful into her shallow wooden bowl.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 12:27 am
Some masochistic quirk within Kiyoko always made her watch the storms as they passed over the cave her and her mother called home. It made little sense, considering how terrified she was of them. Every boom of thunder made her heart quiver, and every flash of lightening brought forth the fear of a forest fire, driving them out or injuring them or... worse. But no matter what, the pink naga found herself loitering by the edge of the cavern, fingers clenched tight as she watched the storm broil outside. If she left, she was convinced that she would wake up to find her world destroyed; it was better that she keep a close eye on it, keep it from misbehaving. Or so her childish fears dictated.
As the wind picked up again and blew a few sticks her way, Kiyoko sighed with a shudder and glanced inside the cave, where her mother was undoubtedly sleeping. Perhaps she would be better off if she just went to bed, snuggled up against her mama... The night was drawing on, after all, and she wanted to be well-rested. Regardless, she stood unmoving, gazing steadily at the terrifying rain outside.
Then, she blinked. Was that... No, it must have been a trick of the shadows, surely there would be... Was that a... Was there a naga out there? Kiyoko gasped softly, one hand touching her lips gently as she stared at the cloaked figure. What on earth was wrong with them? Didn't they feel the piercing cold or the earth-shaking thunder or the relentless raindrops? She bit her lip nervously, fidgeting as she thought frantically. Maybe something was wrong with them, maybe they needed help! Or- Or maybe they were on the run from some wrong-doing; they could even be a murderer! The flower-picker shuddered as another roll of thunder echoed across the universe, and she picked at the tip of her tail nervously. What to do, what to do...?
The indecision paralyzed the young naga until the mysterious figure knelt down by the lake and began doing some kind of peculiar gesture, like they were digging or something. The sheer oddity of the action picked at Kiyoko's curiosity endlessly until she could no longer stand it. She slithered softly and gathered up her own cloak and the stick that served as her club, then held her breath and slipped out into the rain. She stopped several times as the thunder boomed, clenching her hands together and moaning in wordless terror, but she made it to where the other creature was. With no knowledge of talking, Kiyoko thought nothing of slithering in front of her (as she promptly decided upon seeing the naga's face) and catching her eye. Making a distressed face, she pointed to her cave, and then pointed at the naga's hands with a confused expression. 'Why aren't you sheltered?', her actions said. 'Did you even see our cave? What exactly are you doing? Why do you need mud?'
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 2:49 am
And suddenly, she wasn't alone.
Red eyes rose slowly from the ground to the unbelievably pink female before her, surprise painted across her green-tinged face. The meaning of her gestures were completely lost on the green-haired lass, eyes flicking across the stranger's similarly useless clothing, nothing more than what Winter had chosen to wear. Suddenly, she understood the concern that her mother felt when telling her not to go out during storms, and to dress more properly if she absolutely must. "You must be freezing!"
As soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth, the young naga knew what she must do. Without waiting for consent, she hoisted her clay-filled dish and grabbed the other female's hand, goosebumps shooting up her arm at the contact; not that it was anything worth mentioning, given how cold the world around them was. The teenager hurried both of them to the cave that the other girl had gestured to briefly, though she didn't enter it, knowing better than to saunter into a cave without knowing who inhabited it. The storm was less cruel here, with a cover of foliage blocking out the worst of it. From above them, lighting split the sky again, a horrible rumble following almost instantly. Wincing at the sound, Winter waited for it to pass before speaking, slicking her damp green hair out of her face.
"What were you doing out there? You're certainly not dressed to be in such weather! Best hope that you don't end up sick after a stunt like that." As she spoke to the female, she slithered out of her wet poncho, wringing buckets of water from its thick fibers and trying to shake it out, only for a sour expression to overtake her face. "Nothing I can do to dry this out now... looks like I'll be running back without cover..." As she mumbled to herself, her eyes flicked in the direction she'd come, to the forest where her parents' leafy nest had been built, out of the way of travelers and other naga alike. As she looked again at the pale female, a smile came to her face, long fingers wringing out her lengthy green hair. To think, she'd never had any idea there was another naga girl living so close by. "So, what's your name? Mine's Winter -- not a very good match, I'm afraid. I never knew winter was watermelon-coloured."
(ooc: the preview is her adult stage because her f-ing teen stage tag won't upload because imgur has joined photobucket in knitting sweaters, and by 'knitting' i mean 'sucking' and by 'sweaters' i mean 'd**k'. fix'd)
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 12:07 am
The howling wind blew away the stranger's words, forcing Kiyoko to cup a hand to her ear. "Wha'?" she shouted. "Wha' didja say?" The spoken words tumbled awkwardly from her mouth.
Instead of replying, the green girl latched onto her slender pink wrist. Kiyoko jumped and instinctively tried to pull away, only to find that her feeble strength was no match for the stranger's. She yelled with all her might, but the storm had swallowed up all other sound. The fearful naga had no choice but to let herself be dragged through the torrential rain at the mercy of this new person; this strange new person collecting mud in a thunderstorm. Her delicate heart swelled with relief when the familiar cave entrance came into view. 'Thank goodness.' She could only wonder at what would happen next.
For a while, they only shivered, dripping. Kiyoko took a moment to fully absorb her new companion's figure - woolen cloak, sopping verdant hair, rosy tail - and puzzled over what to say next. The seed of a greeting was on her lips when the lightning struck, shattering the night sky open with its light right above the two naga. Kiyoko shrieked in time with the thunder and fell to the ground, hands vainly clamped around her ears. Eventually the terrible noise faded away, and she rose quickly, turning towards the cave interior to hide her blush.
She listened to the other girl chatter on for a while this way, hands anxiously knit together, eyes downcast, lip bitten. For all of her curiosity, Kiyoko was genuinely at a loss of what to say; her small talk skills were utterly nonexistent. For what it was worth, she did her best to listen, though she only followed every other word of the fast speech. Turning, the pink naga gazed at the stranger's cloak, already spread out to dry in front of her home. Would it really be such a jump to invite her inside?
"O-Oh. I'm..." She paused, wincing. Speaking her own name in front of strangers was always a little painful. "Ki-y'k-o." She quickly scribbled out the letters in the dirt with a handy stick. "Yeah. Nice t'... meet'choo." For the first time, Kiyoko eyed Winter warily. This green stranger could be anyone, no matter how kind or amusing she appeared.
After some long moments, her good nature finally relented. Leaving someone to suffer a thunderstorm alone was too horrible to stomach, so it was with a nervous grin that she bent to retrieve the cloak, tossing her pink locks towards the cave's depths. "It c'n dry 'nside. Winter, come in please."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she turned to lead her guest into the cave, where a fire was burning, low but warm. Mother was sleeping further within, but they wouldn't disturb her as long as they remained out here. Winter's cloak got an honor spot next to the fire, spread wide over a stone to burn the dampness away, and Kiyoko took a spot next to it, gesturing for Winter to do the same. "Um... Where did'ja say you were f-from, Win'er? Somewhere close?" It was a surprise to learn that there were any other nagas nearby. "What 're you doin' out here, in the rain 'n' all? It's terrible out there." The mottled naga shuddered at the memory even as the heat from the fire enveloped her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:45 pm
The shrieking of her new companion caught Winter by surprise, but didn't gain her any manner of ridicule. A glimmer of concern danced behind the young woman's eyes and she smiled softly when the pink girly stood up once again. Kyoko? She slithered up behind the other naga, lips moving as she read the word that this new person etched into the ground, a smile gathering up the corners of her mouth. "Kiyoko," she spoke behind her, perhaps a bit closer than was proper. Never one to balk at foot-in-mouth syndrome, she chuckled heartily and slithered back, leaving room for any holy ghosts that might need to settle between them. "Sorry to get so close, I'm not used to interacting with ladies who aren't my sisters."
Fluttering lashes indicated Winter's surprise when her poncho was lifted off the stone floor, her eyes flicking outward into the storm while Kiyoko spoke. Stay here for the evening...? Well, it's either that or streak through the storm, she reminded herself, the sour idea showing at the corner of her lips. Uncertainly tensed her pale green shoulders, but the brave female was undeterred, eyes flicking about the enclosed space as she was led away from the light. The rain was muffled within the cave, and the thunder with it, though the wind seemed to get in just the same. With the adrenaline fading from her system, Winter's skin prickled with goosebumps, arms wrapping around her dampened torso.
The fire was a welcomed site, and the naga was happy to pile herself beside it, holding her wet hair back so she could lean into its heat. "Mm?" Pink eyes fluttered open and she nodded through the heat, leaning back when she could once again feel the blood coursing in her nose. "I live nearby, myself and my family. We have a... I suppose you could call it a 'fort', really, made up of dried forest debris, but its a reasonable home." The question didn't come as a surprise, and Winter pulled her bowl closer to pull a sticky chunk off the wet mud that she'd gathered, rolling it between her fingers. "Rainstorms are the best time to dig for clay; ensures that its wet and all. My family forages and we don't usually have money for art supplies, so I make most of what I use."
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 5:31 pm
Kiyoko couldn't help but stare as Winter drew her hair back and warmed herself over the fire, unknowingly exposing the beauty of her jawline. Her skin was the palest shade of green, and seemed to glimmer in the fire's light, framed by the emerald fountain of her hair. It left the timid naga a little dumbstruck, which she hastily hid once her guest began to speak about her home.
The description of the "fort" did little to impress Kiyoko - sounded far too delicate, and what about having a fire inside? - but she was polite enough to smile and nod anyway. "Your family? Is it big?" She reached for a well-worn stick and adjusted a log or two. Rosy eyes watched curiously as Winter took a handful of mud and worked it in her hand. How odd. "You're talking about making bowls and things, right?" Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. This was the first time Kiyoko had been alone with a girl of her own age and she dreaded doing anything that might drive her away. "I- I tried doing that, once. Not with mud, that's a little- a little too dirty for me, but um, with grass, like, weaving grass strands. I saw them in town once but, but they're pretty difficult, I- I never ended up making anything." The stick jabbed uselessly at the fire a few more times. She probably sounded like an idiot.
"...i couldn't ever go out in a thunderstorm, either," Kiyoko mumbled after an appropriately awkward silence had passed. Right on cue, the remnants of a thunderclap drifted in from the cave mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She stood abruptly, disguising her panic with a smile as her mind searched for a reason to head deeper into the safety of the cave. "Um, um, you- you're probably hungry. Shall I get some food?" She was off before Winter could answer, forcing deep breaths into her chest and calm into her mind. It's just noise, it can't hurt you. You're not a baby anymore Kiyoko, you can do this.
In a short while she returned with a small smorgasbord to make up for her sudden disappearance. "Here," she explained, laying out a small basket for Winter, "there's some squash, carrots, and apples, with bread from the market. Oh, and uh, there's a grouse if you want it." Kiyoko laid the bird to the side with no small measure of distaste, then smiled anxiously at her companion. "Sorry about leaving like that. It was, like I said..." She flapped a hand at the ceiling, like naming her fear would make it appear. "The thunder."
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