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 Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 5:00 pm
This is a PRP between my Chitsa and Batibat. Please don't post unless asked please.  
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 5:07 pm
Yellowed fangs gnawed absently on a still green segment of branch. Batibat Lili had begun, it seemed, eating the things she held the most valuable things in her life. She knew the tree wouldn't mind, though. It was sturdy, and the branch she had taken was new. And even if the tree had felt the pain of the moist, fresh foliage being torn from its trunk, the halfbreed had ensured it to be a quick thing, as painless as she imagined she could muster. Her eyes were low, not in their normal glare or pierced perception of things, but instead of a lazy droll. Her wings, too hung in such an effect, and her tail no longer plowed the ground in an attempt to help the stalks of sprouting seeds to find their ways to the sun. Something, it seemed, was very off with her today. She was sluggish and inattentive, something that never happened with Batibat. How odd it was that she was in such a way at this season especially, one where the greedy mouths of careless creatures mowed down every living thing in sight. In fact, she appeared to be taking part in the phenomenon. Very unlike her, indeed.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 5:14 pm
Smoking eyes seemed to be all that emerged from the uncharacteristic darkness hanging from a nearby tree. There, something that looked to be that of a demon clung to a mossy branch, if it could be seen in the first place. Her nostrils flared and ghastly smoke oozed from her back as she examined the self-proclaimed protector of the forest, gnawing on a thing of her own protection. Chitsa Wakan Catori shook her head at the strange sight and didn't know whether to react. Should she comment, it would likely cause a flare of tempers and an inevitable fight. Unless the other mare was truly in the state that she appeared to be: that is, of course, sedated or magically altered in some way. Going on a hunch, she scraped at the bark of the tree in which she stood before making a bit of a cooing noise. No reaction. This was beyond strange, indeed. She scratched the tree again, this time causing bubbles of pitch to emerge from the wounded thing. Still, nothing. Huh.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 5:19 pm
It wasn't that the half kalona could not hear the noises above her, it was simply that she was currently too numb to care. An odd realization had struck her recently. A run-in with an equal, if not superior, adversary had rendered her unconscious for a time, but not before throwing quite a few questions in her face. "Do you really think you are a demon summoned here to protect the wood? Honey, this forest was here long before you got here, and it'll be here after your bones have been incorporated into the roots, too. It doesn't need you. You're just crazy. You just need an excuse to belong. The forest doesn't need you, it is you who needs it." These words hung in the air before her, ringing through her mind over and over. Was he right? Was she just insane? Perhaps it was so... Perhaps she was.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 5:22 pm
Becoming more intrigued than anything about such a trivial thing, Chitsa turned out the lights on the poor mare below. Within moments she was enveloped by shadow, too thick to see, too difficult to maneuver through without getting hurt. Softly, she called down to the little halfbreed below. "Everything all right, little forest demon?" She was almost certain that the tone may have been conveyed in a mocking manner, though she certainly did not mean it in such a way. Her concern for the normally feisty mare was genuine. It must've been something big to knock Batibat-s**t-crazy down this many pegs.
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