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Lion

[Take 3.  Drac.  Maybe Partly open still,  Maybe.]

Cold wind snapped the rope of a caravaner’s tent, blowing up the canvas, leaving the man to flail for the flying cloth before the gust blew anything else away.  He watched as men, bundled from the snow, rushed to help pin the canvas down.  It was quite a struggle to witness, and just as amusing.  In the same turn, however, a snapped rope could possibly mean the difference between life and death in this land of bitter cold.  They were far from Hyoite, as he’d come to learn the village to be called, and on their way to another settlement deep in the frozen landscape, buried possibly under wind and snow he’d imagined.  He’d never seen so much white in all his life, it was almost as if this was the edge of the earth surely.  He turned his eyes back as the caravaners successfully drove the stake into the ground that held the loosened rope.  Another family would survive the brutal wind tonight.

Theon vaguely recalled how he’d come to venture this far, or why he had.  It rarely mattered anymore, the direction his dreams had taken him, since after all this time of searching he’d come across nothing that would give him some kind of sign, some kind of direction as to why he came here, the key to his memories.  But there was nothing, he was left with nothing.  Just a sword that glimmered like soft moonlight in the darkening sky and a crow that had burrowed himself in the warmth of his borrowed tent, to help him on a futile search for something that as intangible as the wind.

Strange was this land, open and broad, but he was oddly eager to venture into this unknown landscape, no longer caring as much to find what the future held for him, for it was a terrifying thing that he wanted nothing to do with. And yet…he did not have a choice anyway.  For before his mind flashed the shifting visions of unshakeable omens, or petulant hopes, broken dreams, of things he didn’t understand and people he’d never met…perhaps only to meet them at their moment of doom. 

But he’d been lucky.  It had been many months since his last vision and he’d finally come to learn what it was to sleep, truly and deeply.  He’d met these caravaners passing through the valley and he’d paid his fare to travel with them, more for the company than because he was headed in their direction.  He didn’t know this land as well as they did.  He spoke sparingly and only when necessary for they asked the expected pressing questions that he could only answer with nods and vague explanations that explained nothing at all.

Theon crawled in the small canvas provided to him.  His managed to evade the wind much better than the others since it was lower to the ground.  He heard it rustle lightly against the material as he knotted the entrance shut and laid across on a mat, closing his eyes.  It did not take him long to drift away into the bliss of nothingness that his sleep had become.

Nothingness.  Then white.  White snow.  The valley.  An open, broad, expanse of near emptiness.  No sign of life in sight, not a creature, not a cry nor a howl.  The air was light, blowing soft gusts of snow, swirling in small tornadoes.  But something was wrong…there was suddenly red on white and screams in the air; the sounds of wholesale massacre.  The sounds got louder, the cries of men as they tried to run for safey, for their lives, and it sent chills down his spine as Theon tossed in his sleep, unable to wake.  Men ran, only to be cut down by something unseen, large gashes splayed across backs and faces and chests, painting the snow with their life’s blood.

His stomach turned with what came before his eyes.  Theon waited, holding his breath when the air abruptly became silent.  He listened, waiting to hear something, a moan of pain, someone calling for aid.  Just nothing.  Not even the crunch of snow signaling departure.  Even the air became still.

Theon awoke from the dream, his skin suddenly warm despite the cold.  The crow jumped and ruffled his feathers at the sudden start and looked at him with alarmed glossy eyes.  Theon leaned up on his elbows, and wrapped the cloak he’d been using for a blanket around his shoulders.  His heart was pounding hard in his chest as he prayed hope against hope for it to be a dream.  Nothing more than a dream.  But the cold stone in his stomach told him he knew otherwise.  He never dreamed.  Theon twisted around in that tight space, clutching the hilt of Lohengrin at his side, shaking hand reaching to part the opening of the tent.  He held his breath for a moment too long before rushing out into the snow.  An arm reached out to shield his eyes from the blasting snow around him, blowing hard to blind his sight, cloak ripping high against the wind.  Though it was difficult to see, he could see the dream was not a dream.  The vision was real.

The caravaners were dead.  All of them.  Their bodies lain in the snow.  He rushed into the blazing white, peering all around him.  His body was numb to the cold as his heart beat faster in his horror.  What had done this?  Who!?  He found no tracks in the snow, neither that of an animal nor a man.  But suddenly as he turned, he saw the shape of something in the distance, drifting away, leaving no trace of passage but the slaughter in its wake.  He pursued it, screaming, “Stop!” at the top of his lungs, but it vanished into the darkness.

Theon turned back to the circle of broken tents, of the hideous display before him, stepping back toward the scene.  He knelt down beside one of the victims, carefully rolling the middle-aged man over.  The claw marks on his body were large and wide spread, and uneven in many places.  He didn’t suffer for long.  Theon searched the nearby area for animal tracks, but found nothing of the sort.  The only disturbed snow was where they came in to make camp and where he ran in pursuit.

It was obvious that whatever had done this was clearly neither man nor an animal.  Theon fell to his knees amidst the snow, trying to control his turning stomach, trying understand what just happened...and why he'd been spared.




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Draconian

"Did you hear that?"

Taich's voice was soft, muffled behind the leather cover over her mouth. Though the wind was howling, there was a voice that carried through and she pressed on, walking as steady as she could. The heavy clothes kept her warm, but they also slowed her down, the passive magic from Tristan helped stave off the cold and hunger but still. The voice.  "I didn't hear anything, I don't have ears." Taich rolled her eyes and continued on, and as the time grew longer she began to run. Off in the distance she finally saw it. A small party had stopped to make camp.

Was that where the voice came from?

"Okay. If there are any survivors, you have to talk." Taich held the bow up to look at it. It was an ornate bow, looking like it was carved from black obsidian. They made brief eye contact, the one eye on the sight of the bow shortly closed. It looked like it had been sewn  up with teeth, shorter after that it opened again, a mouth forming. "Fine. Do we just ask what happened?"

"Yes."

"Well that's boring. How about we play good guy, bad guy. I'll be the good guy."

"No, Tristan. You're going to ask what happened and then I'm going to help."

"Fine."

After Taich  pulled the leather face cover back up she hadn't been prepared for what she saw as she got closer. There was red. So much red. Tristan's tongue lapped at the air, giving a soft sigh at the tang of blood. She tightened her grip on the bow and she moved closer, picking up the pace, kicking up snow as she ran. There. Taich reached for her own cloak, white furred, mostly to blend in with the snow than to keep warm. Someone was bent over a corpse, did a beast do this? Was it that fellow? The claw marks told her otherwise and she stood there for a moment before she put the furred skin over the mans shoulders, then took a step back.

"What happened here and are you gonna eat that?"

Taich went tense and she glared down at the bow, carefully held facing the ground so the person didn't see the bow's mouth. No doubt still tasting the air. She kept her hood up, but she pulled the face cover down, her breath white puffs in the air. "Are you wounded? I heard you screaming... That was you, right?" A muffled 'but I'm hungry' was heard and she simply squeezed her hand tighter around the bow.  He hadn't looked wounded and she hoped against all odds that he was as well as he was able to be in the midst of such a massacre.

Lion

His breath was coming out in short white puffs, steaming out in clouds amidst the cold.  In the space between light and shade, he recalled where the shape had walked through, away from them.  As if leaving these behind meant nothing at all.  Perhaps it was out of survival - fight or flight, or perhaps it figured that all the killing had been done and it was time to move on.

Theon heard snow crunching beside him, and only gripped on the hilt of his sword, even as he felt the heaviness of a fur cloak being draped on his shoulders.  He quickly turned on the stranger, coming up to his feet swiftly and pulling out Lohengrin in a flash of metal.  He held it out against her chest, pressing just enough in warning, until he saw that it was another person. 

"Gods..." he murmured, gasping and stepping away, the cloak falling from his shoulders and piling up onto the ground.  "I...I am sorry."  His breath came in soft whispers and he stepped back over the offered cloak, picking it up from the ground and handing it back to her.  "I don't think anyone else was out here...."

He turned about the chaos, running back to his tent and crouching low, ducking beneath the canvas and pulling out the cloth of his own cloak and armor.  It'd been hard to redress in his panic, and he paused long enough to collect himself.

It was all he could do to keep from falling apart.  He stood up and peered at the stranger.  "Did you see it?"




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

While the sword should have startled her, it did not. Part of her had been expecting a bad reaction, though hoping that wouldn't come to pass. Then the man realized she wasn't a monster and handed back the furry cloak. Well, okay. Taich took it from him, looking at it and then back at him. She was dressed to the tits in warm clothing, the face mask was down but the hood was still up and she watched him.

Had he witnessed this?

Taich stayed quiet, watching him try not to panic and fall apart. Was this his family? Thickly she swallowed and looked down at the body he'd been beside, "I heard you scream. So..." She shrugged, like that explained why she was out here in the first place. Such a treacherous place. Why were these people here? Gently she nudged the body with her boot while the man went to his tent to... ...Get sick maybe?

While he was gone, she crouched low, bringing Tristan forward so he could see.

"What do you think made these?"

"Something not human, that's one big gash."

"Yeah. Think we should...?"

"Yeah. Just in case."

Slowly she looked towards the man and tucked Tristan behind her again, if the man reacted badly to an eyeball (sometimes mouth) in a bow that could talk, it would be after he processed the deaths of his family. Friends. Traveling companions.

Maybe.

"I didn't." Did she? Taich looked at the chaos thrown about and she plucked the face mask to put it back on, her nose having gotten cold out in the open. "Can you tell me what you saw? These wounds," She frowned down at them, "They look familiar to some I've seen before. It was a ... Beast. Far too large to be any human man."  There was a muffling again, and she squeezed her hand tight around Tristan's mouth so he couldn't make any snarky comments.

Lion

Whether this stranger was for good or ill, remained to be seen.  Theon had calmed himself, or as calm as he could be considering the circumstances.  Slowly his eyes lingered on the bow in her hand, and the attention she gave to it.  Though perhaps it was odd, Theon had decided long ago that many things about this land was strange.  How could he claim to be any more sane?  He was a stranger in a strange land, more so now in this place of ice and snow.

"I didn't see anything," Theon said in a slow exhalation.  "I was alseep.  I was...dreaming, and when I woke up, this is what I found."  He stepped over and examined the man with the massive gash across his chest.  "Out in the mist, it's shape was large, looming.  But I can't be certain of anything more than that.  Save to say that it's claws could turn this to soft human flesh."

Theon huffed, breath puffing out in a cloud of white.  He stood and looked at her.  "Who are you?"  Only then was there a caw and Jouzan settled in the soft fur of Theon's cloak, trying to huddle in.

"Do not take the cloak without me again!" the crow cawed indignantly.




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Dreaming?

Taich slowly looked down at her bow, carefully angled away to not scare this new person. The claim to have dreamed this, while it was happening, ran alarm bells in her head, but she stayed silent for a time. There was no telling what phase the moon was in, with it being so cloudy and snowy constantly. The man got a curious look from Taich and she had opened her mouth to answer about who she was...

Then her eyebrows shot up and her mouth stayed open under the mask. Again, the mask was pulled down and she mostly just looked between the man and the bird. The bird that said words.

"You can't make any comments, Taich," A masculine voice rang out, sounding entertained, her hands having slipped from the bows mouth, "You have a talking bow." Taich jolted and stared for a moment, glaring down at the bow.  There was work to do though and she pressed her hands to her mouth quickly, staring at the bird and then looking down at the bodies. "My name is Taich," She slowly lifted the bow, showing the man (and his bird) the eye, "This is Tristan." Another pause. A slow look at the murdered people and Taich removed her hood, the long auburn hair tumbling down her back and she gave the man a woeful look, eyes full of regret.

"Are you... a psychic of somekind? Prophetic dreams? Do you know your name?" Taich looked at the body again, looked down at Tristan.

"We'll need to destroy their brains or they may rise again as beasts," the bow said, looking at the crow. The eye closed and quickly turned into a mouth, drawing it's tongue along the teeth.

Lion

A talking bow?  And Theon had been convinced the strangest thing he'd seen was a stranger willing to help.  And that was him on a number of occasions.  But this time there'd been no option not to get involved before the situation was presented to him.  He was thrown into the middle of all this, with a creature on the loose with a hunger for flesh.

And just how many more victims would it require before its appetite was satisfied.

"Theon," he said at last, staring at he bow, then her.  If he was unnerved by it, he didn't show it.  In fact, he seemed as calm as he had before.  "Theon is my name.  And this, is my companion, Jouzan."  And the crow squawked in greeting.

"Meaty morsels," Jouzan cawed.  "What a waste of flesh."




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Tristan gave a disappointed sigh when there was no reaction to him and Taich just looked between this Theon man and her bow. Nothing? Then again, the situation was odd to begin with. A talking bow was probably a welcome sight after waking up from a nightmare to see that it had become reality. They'd have to take care of the bodies.

Taich gave the bird, Jouzan, a look. Then Theon. It was tempting to pull an arrow on him, he had a sword. Take a few steps back and shoot him in the chest. Maybe shoot the bird, too. There was no proof though. There was no proof he didn't though. "What a waste of flesh, indeed. Close your eyes, cover your ears and stay here" Taich said softly before she shook her ponytail out, plucking a piece of hair and holding it to the bow string.

As she pulled the string, the piece of hair was wrapped in what looked like obsidian until she had the arrow pointed at the body. A brief glance towards Theon and the arrow ended up in the dead mans head with a dull thunk.

Then, meticulously, Taich went around the camp and shot every dead body she found in the head. The same process. A piece of hair turned into an obsidian arrow and there it stayed. Then, from across the camp she did it again, only this time she turned the arrow on Theon, the silence was eerie and Taich was quiet.

An obsidian arrow shot into the ground in the snow a few feet away from Theon's foot and Taich glared at the bow, furious, her cheeks high with colour and her lips a thin down curved line. "Whooooops, I must have missed! He didn't do it Taich, hold ya horses." A sneer and she turned the bow to stare at it's eye.

"How do you know that? He's the only one alive! He's the only one not currently dead out of a whole camp and the beast left him sleeping. He dreamed it! It was him!"

"Naaaaah, maybe he's just special."

The blue eye turned to look at Theon and Taich's lavender ones turned up to look at him too. "Fine, fine, you're going to turn this into a thing aren't you, Tristan."

"Yeaaaah, let's go. It could be fun."

Taich squared her shoulders and put the bow string over her shoulder so that the eye was facing behind her. There was a mumble and Taich looked over her shoulder, a different sort of red rising on her cheeks. "Absolutely not, you can't do that to him."

Still, she stayed on the other side of the camp, not sure if she'd been heard or not. Instead, in a lame attempt to cover up the arrow she cupped her hand around her mouth while she walked forward, "Sorry! I forgot I shot that guy, I wasn't aiming for you! I promise!"

Lion

Her strangeness did raise some mild alarm.  For Theon saw no point in shooting hairrows into dead travelers.  And she spoke in what seemed to be tongues, even.  He didn't understand a word she said, or why her talking bow was putting up with her nonsense.  He decided then he didn't have time to stand around, and wait for her to decide whether she was going to shoot him or not.

Theon turned around in the snow, gear already strapped to his form and he started to walk away. Already his form was vanishing in the distance as he tracked along where he saw the creature disappear in the mist.




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Well, at least he hadn't been attached to them. Taich looked down at the bow, finding the man all the more curious. If none of these people meant anything to him, then why had he been so frantic? Maybe he just wanted the beast? Still, here she was trying to prevent some magicie werewolf outbreak and he just waltzes away like it was nothing. At least he didn't hold a grudge. For now.

Now, Tristan wanted to go.

Which meant Taich had to follow.

Perhaps this beast had something in common with her beast, though it seemed unlikely. It took little time and eventually she'd caught up with Jouzan and his pet human. The hood was back on, the cloak she'd placed over Theon's shoulders when she'd found him were wrapped around her own and she looked toasty and a little out of breath.

"You're after something I'm interested in, I hope you're not opposed to some company while we look for your beast." Tristan said, his voice sounding too clear and too loud to be coming from the sight of the bow. Taich kept her mouth closed, again it was covered by the mask and she simply looked at Theon and gave her eyes a roll.  Eventually she pulled it down, her breath coming out in white puffs.

"Does what you dream always come true?" She said after a moment, thinking of the dreams that were so real you didn't want to wake up from, "Sounds like more of a nuisance than a talent and I know something about nuisances." Taich gave the bow a little shake, indicating what she was talking about, it was followed by a grumpy sad 'hey' from Tristan. It was small talk, but maybe it would take his mind off of his morning.

Or he'd ignore her and she'd learn to keep her mouth shut. It wasn't like she traveled with people often anyway.

Lion

If she was not going to help, then she was no one that Theon cared to bother with in the moment.  It was nothing personal.  Sure, she was odd and had a talking bow.  But so was he and he had a talking crow.  Perhaps that's what really led him out here in this frosted wasteland.  He was loner, so he sought loneliness.  And yet somehow, others managed to find him.

These contemplations didn't last long, however, when he heard crunching in the snow behind him.  And he looked back long enough to catch Taich, hair now tucked away, and the bow in tow.  "I do not mind," he said simply and kept stalking, careful not to disturb the snow more than he had to.

But at the question of his visions, Theon did not wish to answer.  No one ever believed him.  Least of all when it counted.  Yet, who was he to question what she did or didn't believe.  She was traveling in the middle of nowhere with nothing but her weapon for company. 

"Most of them, I think," he said gently, not looking at her.  Keeping his eyes on the horizon was always easier.  And better between them anyway.  "I see things before they happen.  The visions are not always clear.  Sometimes they are days ahead, others mere seconds before the event.  I cannot control them.  They come in my sleep, mostly.  Sometimes while I wake.  Those are usually the ones that occur right away.  But this one...this was the first I've seen the vision in what I can only assume while it was happening."




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

"That sounds useful," Taich spoke before she gave it more thought, though she quickly closed her mouth, "Though I suppose sometimes..." That group of people, "It's just taunting you." What would it be like to have a nightmare only to wake up and realize you'd been seeing something happen with no power to stop it? She looked down at her hands and followed after Theon, careful, like him, to leave as little a trail as possible.

Though she was curious as to why. Her hands went over face and she pressed at her eyes. While Tristan kept her from being tired or hungry, sometimes it became too much, even for him and she found her eyes hurting. All the same though, this man was on his way to a beast and Tristan was interested in it. "Can you change a vision?" A beat and she added onto it, "have you tried?"

Taich knew of regret. Feared living with it more than she already had to. The idea of being unable to fix a wrong that hasn't happened yet gnawed at her inside and she wasn't even the one who potentially experienced it.

Lion

Her questions sent pangs to his chest and all the times he had seen visions and had been too late to so anything about it weighed heavily upon him.  The answers as to why he must bear those visions wouldn't come, not in the meantime.  "I wonder at that myself," he answered.  "I see things and I hope to change them.  I feel it is possible, but so far I have been unsuccessful."

He sihed, breath coming out in puffs of white.  "Why do you ask?"




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Puffing out her cheeks, she cast Theon a momentary look before quickly averting her gaze. "Simply curious." A moment paused, "It's one of those... Things. That make your head spinny and it's all a be lie." Taich continued, practically feeling Tristan rolling his eye. He hated when she got too thinky. "Your visions. Perhaps they're simply... What's going to happen. Should you choose to try and change it or not." A moment of silence and she took a deep breath, letting it out in a long while stream.

"If you had woken up from your dream," She continued, looking back at the bodies in the distance, "You would have changed nothing." Though perhaps, maybe, he could have prevented something with that sword of his. Which had her pause after a moment.

"Is that for show or are you use it?"

Lion

Theon looked at her and furrowed his brows, feeling sick at what she said.  Not because he hated her for it, but because she was probably right.  Perhaps that was just the way things were.  But why show him visions at all if there was nothing to be done about it?  Why not simply let things be without reflecting them in the mind of another?  It didn't add up for him.

"You might be right.  But I think of them as certain possibilities.  I might not be able to change them.  But I have saved a life because of one of them."  He paused, reflecting a moment on a long forgotten friend.  He was not here to boast.  There were tracks to follow.

A hand went to the hilt of his sword.  "I can.  And I have.  If it comes down to it, I will not hesitate."  He gestured to her talking bow.  "He is strangely silent."




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Saved a life. Taich found herself smiling slightly at the revelation. That was good news. Still, no lives were saved today. Even on some unholy werewolfy level. She'd been to enough places in Fell on Tristan's command to know that no matter what visions those people had had, nothing would keep the destruction from happening.

Fate it seemed, was a cruel mistress.

"Then you were meant to be there," She said simply, referring to the saved life. Taich nodded to his confirmation of being able to use a sword - which was good. Taich smiled at the bow slung over her shoulder and flipped it around so the eye was pointing forward. Tristan was that blue eyeball and she looked down at him.

"He's pouting,"

"Fuck you, Taich, No I'm not."

Taich smiled and nodded, "He's pouting. He doesn't like it when I make him hang out on my back, does Tristan being quiet make you nervous?" A single eyebrow rose and she  looked down at the bow, "I'm sure once his mood perks up he'll tell you all about himself. He doesn't shut up."

"Fuck you, Taich, Yes I do."

Lion

"He certainly has quite a temper."  Theon stared back at the bow and then to her.  "Does he ever get dizzy with the way you hold him?  Maybe that's why he doesn't like it."




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"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Taich laughed, looking down at Tristan and then over at Theon. "Dizzy? He's an eyeball and mouth on a creepy warm bow. He doesn't like it because he doesn't get to see ahead." Taich looked forward, squinting slightly, "He can see for miles."

Most of what Taich said muffled over Tristan's level glare to Theon and his 'I do NOT have a temper' comment.

Lion

Jouzan cawed and moved to glare right back at the bow, staring a beady-eyed bird stare.  "Then you can see behind us.  That is a useful view bow.  Do not overlook it," he cawed, then huddled right back in Theon's hood.




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Tristan made a grumbling noise, the eye closing only to open again as a mouth, a tongue running over the teeth that made up the portal to... Probably some sort of hell. "You keep your tips to yourself mutt or I'll eat you," Taich stared down at Tristan for a moment before she carefully squeezed her palm over his eye-mouth, effectively muffling and blinding him.

"Uh... Theon, right?" Taich looked down at the snow, frowning. "What tracks are you following? Tracks in a forest, I'm your gal. Snow moving and wind, not so much."

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