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 Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 9:14 pm
This is a private roleplay between Adakias (hanging gallow) and Kararti (Mahogany Sunset).  
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 9:44 pm
Dusk was upon her, and there was no one to be seen. The chirps of birds were slowly dying to soft calls here and there, but an owl hooted in a tree nearby, looking for prey as it awoke. The forest was trading the sounds of day for the sounds of twilight and darkness, and Kararti was there to listen.
Had she been a little younger, one or both of her brothers would be by her side, either squabbling or teasing her for being so weird, but that was done with; she had left the nest months ago, wandering away from home, and had been quite literally beached, almost a fish out of water as the tide trapped her on a stretch of land walled in by cliffs. She'd tried to get out by climbing, but of course, the cliffs were sand and clay, and far too high - too steep - and her hooves did not grip as she wished. She was no true cat, as she'd once pretended; she was just a sad soquili, trapped on the strand with no company, no water, and no food but for seaweed.
Eventually, a tinkerer-trader had found her when she'd stolen a piece of his jewelry off a rock. When he'd chased her down, it was to ask for his treasure back - but oddly, he made her a new piece. Now she wore it proudly, and it tinkled with every step she took, announcing her return to the forest for anyone who cared to listen.
"Hello, squirrel," she called up a tree. It chattered down angrily at her - she could just barely see its fluffy red-brown tail peeking out over the meeting of a branch and a bend in the tree trunk. A pine cone clinked off her halfhelm and rained bits of bark down into her nostrils. Sneezing hard - so hard her eyes watered - she peered back up the tree. "That wasn't very nice." This time, the pine cone hit her squarely between the ears.
Giving up on making friends with the little creature, Kara headed back to the cave she'd once called home, before the day she'd decided to go see the ocean and been stranded. Though the sun was setting beyond the forest and it was even darker under the canopy of the trees, she knew where she was going: this had been her home once, this forest, since before she had emerged from her basket. She could never forget it.
When she found her cave, the stone walls had been grown over by ivy, its mouth hidden by green vines and long hanging lichens. Shaking her head, she called into it, "Anybody in there?" It would not do to be trapped inside with a badger or a cougar if one had made the cave its home in her absence. When no one answered, she gently pushed the plants aside and looked in with her orange eyes. "Hello?"
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