Writers : CharlotteCarrendar & LagunaEverae.
March 21, 2012 12:52AM
CharlotteCarrendar: – This would be the start of the journey that would take many days, for Lorewall was not simply a hop skip jump from Laguna’s forest, but in fact much further,though, Charlotte knew Nemaues like the back of her hand. What few failed realise, was that while on the surface for many it was a place of the sons of Adam, and those that did not share the creator, often where from the underworld, and abyssal planes. The snow covered fields, dotted with heavily laden snow cover, began to thin out, the sun rising, the snow began to melt, exposing tufts of green, lush underfoot, flowers, speckled, like fairies had painstakingly hand painted each one all the colours of the rainbow. Was a beautiful sight to behold, but Charlotte did not stop to make daisy chains or frolic in the grasses. She released Laguna’s hand, as she pressed on, finally coming to a large oak as the sun was setting. There were many boughs and branches, on which to sleep, and Charlotte placed her clawed hands upon the trunk, looking skyward for somewhere suitable. “Let us camp here. We can make good start time in the early hours before the sun rises across the eastern planes.”
March 21, 2012 01:41AM
LagunaEverae: – The journey would be no problem to a forest weathered and physically fit Laguna. His favourite thing to do was walk, travel. He had often been heard to say that “I travel not for purpose, but to go. To travel merely for travels sake. The great affair is to move” And so they set off, occasionally exchanging chit chat about the surrounding flora and fauna, but mostly quietly. He knew of where Lorewall was to be, but had deliberately not entered its lands. There were parts of this area that were quite busy and bustle, and Laguna had always previously kept himself clear of such places. He knew they were nearing when the previously lush and snow white landscape gradually came to turn into a colourful and vibrant green, complete with flowers and the like. However, it became prominent that they were not going to reach their destination on this day. Charlotte was to make the first move in this regard, opting to use a sturdy tree for safety. He heard her intention to camp and sleep using this bark, to which he merely nodded and smiled his usual dimpled smile, lingering the look for perhaps a moment before recalling he always hated the way he looked when he did so. “Please, rest. I will stay at the base and keep watch. I do not need to close my eyes to sleep particularly….” –
March 21, 2012 02:54AM
CharlotteCarrendar: – “You sleep with your eyes open?” – Charlotte’s jaw dropped, intrigued by this notion. “I know I like to close mine in slumber, but then again…some nights, I can stay awake till dawn, I think its usually when in full form.” By full form, she meant when she was a lumbering two tonne arachnid, not the prettiest creature in the world, but certainly one of the most unusual. Charlotte turned and leaned her back against the bark of the trunk and gently slid up and back, as though giving herself a scratch without using her hands. “Oh this feels so good.”- eyes closing, the gentle brush as the bark flaked away, scattering on the ground. Suddenly, she thought that he may think her odd,and she stepped away, flicking the back off her back, with her arms, before surveying the area. Her stomach growled long and low, a sign that she was in fact very hungry. “Not exactly a restaurant out this far…and heh, not going to eat you…so…hmm.” -she tapped her lip a couple of times, eyes darting right and left, wondering what to do for a meal. Sure enough she spots a large caterpillar, crawling up the side of another tree, and trotting over, Charlotte snatches it off, taking a bite of the head…well she thought it was the head, and started to chew. She held out the half eaten caterpillar and said with her mouthful. “Vanttzz somezz?”
March 21, 2012 06:48AM
– He tilted his head downwards and to the side as he peered down to her somewhat confused reply. “I am capable of sleeping with my eyes open yes. The eyes are only the window to the soul, if one was to meditate truly, one would find that they can enter a state of limbo, neither asleep nor awake, but repairing and resting tired muscles “ he replied, his voice so matter of fact as usual. He acknowledged her mention of her full form, having a good idea in his mind as to how she would look. “If it makes you more comfortable to be in full form, please go ahead.” He said, devoid of any notion that he would mind such an occurrence. He watched her slink against the tree; using the edgy loose bark as a tool for the purpose of itching. He did not mind this either truth be told and managed to stifle a smirky grin, clearly amused. He heard her stomach grumble, he didn’t need his exceptional hearing to identify this particular noise. He heard her pine for food and added. “There is plenty of food; one just needs to look…” he began to say, with the intention of finishing the sentence but as he did so the other seemed to become distracted by a tiny caterpillar, disembowelling it by the tail, (incorrectly) and chomping on like she hadn’t had a meal in days. He smiled, holding out one of his huge hands openly “I am fine thank you. I can find you some food if that is what you would like, if there any preference as to what at all?” –
March 21, 2012 07:08AM
CharlotteCarrendar: – He held out one of his large pan hands, politely declining her offer for the half eaten caterpillar. She shrugged and popped the remainder in her mouth, crunching noisily. Soon it was all but gone, and she rubbed her stomach. Laguna took her words of going to full form literally, and she shook her head. “I usually only do that when..*she pulled back on finger as to use it to demonstrate counting*, I am in danger, or..*pulls back a second finger*…mating season and I am looking to lay eggsacs. And to be honest, just done that….with no intention of having more any time soon.” Charlotte said with a light chuckle.”Now…bedding.”- Charlotte made a sudden run at the tree, and with a burst of speed, she climbed up to a place where there were two large branches, that if there was something used to act like a hammock between the two, that this would be the perfect bed for her. Using the glands in her wrist arteries, she commenced weaving a light weight but sturdy hammock, that was long enough, that Charlotte could lay in it easily On completion, she slided herself onto the hammock of webbing and with a large branch of leaves, she shook them, to form a makeshift pillow. “I can’t remember the last time I dreamed.” An honest statement coming from the spider maiden, who closed her eyes, to the tune of the owl and creatures of the forest, their voices raised, just enough, to lull her into sleep. Darkness filling her senses, her eyelids closed.
March 22, 2012 01:46AM
– Laguna’s style of food was most associated to meat, although he had been known to forage and eat mushrooms and edible plants. Much like the rest of him, it was finely tuned and honed to withstand days without food without any noticeable problem. The time now however seemed right to hunt. It was not exactly a problematic solution for him. He watched her engulf the rest of said caterpillar, noting her response in regards to her full form, to which he replied as he peered upwards into the tree itself. “ I see, funny how you did not shift form earlier then. For you were scared, or at least, that is what your 137 heartbeats per minute told me….” He didn’t seem to wish for a reply to this as he leapt upwards into the tree itself and then pelted over to an adjacent one, peering outwards to the east. One may have thought that he was once again attuned to the forest and keeping an eye out for danger, but not this time. The young man was hunting, and this was how he did it. He would find his food without moving. He narrowed his brow and closed one of his eyes as they focused into the distance. “There” he said to himself, the source of this word a doe, some way off in the distance, though if asked, Laguna would have been able to say 674 meters. Keeping his one eye firmly fixed on the creature, he drew a small knife from a holster in his thigh, flicking it so the sharp end was now facing him. He waved it in front of him, seemingly aiming, and then without a moment’s pause, flicked it out of his hand, the speed immeasurable. It travelled for some few seconds without any noticeable sound, apart from to his ears; the sound of impact. “Be right with you” he peered across to Charlotte, who was now settling her bedding for the night. He disappeared into the forest, returning roughly about 90 seconds later, complete with a doe carcass. He placed it down by the foot of the tree, peering upwards once more to Charlotte, before asking “Would you like some?” –
March 22, 2012 07:20AM
-The hammock constructed from her own silk strand webbing, and the large boughs of the tree, provided Charlotte with comfortable bedding, since she was so far from home. As her eyelids drooped, her mind clearing, the darkness claiming this spider maiden, Laguna decided to be a bit more chatty, and questioned her about not going full morph when she was in fact scared. He had counted her heartbeats…fancy that? How does one argue, with a creature that can get the statistics of her movements and her own heart beat rhythm. “Its a little more complicated than a simple morph, I mean…you have no idea the terrible pain that accompanies such an event.” Yes, to her she viewed the pain of shifting between humanoid and arachnid as in fact, a type of curse. “Sometimes in order to gain…you must experience pain.” -she raised her head up from the small pile of leaves that she used as a pillow. Both eyelids open and her emerald green hues were staring down at him in the darkness of night. “”There” -she heard him say. “Where?”- Charlotte called down, wondering just what he was seeing now. Propping herself up with one arm on a larger branch using her elbow to help her see further down the road. And off he was, like a bullet fired from a gun….so quick, so agile. What did he seek? The ones that wished him dead? No, turns out he was hungry too, with a loud thud, a doe, a female deer was dropped at the feet of the tree. She sniffed the air, the smell of the freshly caughtt doe. (Laguna)”Would you like some?”- Charlotte stretched, rolling her shoulders, than sat up. “A true feed…Now your talking that caterpillar, that barely keeps me in good health.” Charlotte leapt out of her web hammock, and land not far from the doe. Red blood, the delicious aroma. She knelt beside the fallen doe, running her claws up and down it’s spine, licking her lips.
March 22, 2012 07:43AM
– He stared down at the now passed doe. This was not a creature he killed for fun; he did not do such things. In between killing it and retrieving it, he would have uttered the words in his head once more “Find peace in the embrace of the goddess” before the knife struck, perfectly as it would do, in its chest, puncturing its heart perfectly. As he peered down to it, he seemed to close his eyes and briefly meditate as if almost mourning its passing. It’s death was as instant as it could be and it lay there still warm, it’s eyes closed, no doubt by Laguna himself before he brought the carcass back. His silent prayer was interrupted by the landing of Charlotte, no doubt having changed her mind somewhat to the red meat feast before her now. He referenced her previous reply when he was already up the tree scouting this meal, merely stating “I understand. I am sorry for bringing it up” The tone, of his reply revealed nothing, but in his own mind Laguna knew exactly of what pain and hardship there was to be found by morphing. He actually knew more than most. He, as was the case 99% of the time, had merely not told his new acquaintance of his species and what they did. Ironically, a curse was exactly how Laguna viewed his ability to morph and such. He never asked for such a thing. Only 3 people in existence knew of what Laguna was, any others were now long gone. He had a good reason to not divulge this information to just anyone. It was hard enough for him to be seen as merely human as it was, he didn’t want to complicate things further. “Please, go ahead.” He stated, a slight smile forming for a moment as he turned to the left to watch the skies and sun setting. “12 minutes of light left…..”-
March 22, 2012 08:29AM
-Claws extending, eyes widening, smile growing, fangs elongated and descednding, and as soon as word given, she sliced back sections of the hide, exposing the pink flesh, the muscle beneath, which she would sink her teeth into, drawing out the life giving red fluid, which ran down her chin. Sweet sounds, suckling at the fallen doe, a life now given so that another may be nourished, its body still warm from the kill. Feeding, feeding…then falling back, not another mouthful, and the bebilith was satisfied with all she had just consumed. Charlotte commenced cleaning her chin and licking the blood from her claws, then fingers, before smiling at Laguna. “I can’t thank you enough, but now I return to my roost. The sun does set behind the hills and I know with a full belly, I shall join many creatures in slumber. Slowly she crawled up the tree trunk and slinked into the web hammock, curling up within the strands, content and relaxed. The final rays of sun would vanish, as the night sky came to be, illuminated by tens of thousands of stars. “Good night, Laguna.” -she said softly, as she drifted off to sleep.
March 22, 2012 09:49AM
– He watched her little ritual of preparing herself for the feast that was to come; a wide grin painted itself on her delicate face. She tucked into her meal with feistiness, indicating an appetite that had clearly not been satisfied in the last day or two. He didn’t watch her feed; nobody wants to be stared at when eating he thought to himself, he just watched the light fall and turn into the glittering darkness of the night forest, his sea blue orbs illuminated and twinkling in the moonlight. Satisfied; she thanked the young man; a simple nod of slight embarrassment was his acknowledgement of her thanks, albeit with an awkward eye contact before he looked to the stars once more. He listened to her climb up to her makeshift bed and settle in for the night, accumulating in a (charlotte) “Goodnight Laguna”. She was right; like many others at this time she would sleep and rest her head, perhaps safe in the knowledge that she would come to no harm if Laguna was to stay awake, which he surely would. She was not like the other. Back in his own thoughts, he was a tortured soul, built and bound by instinct to do what he did, rebelling against it but having no power to challenge what he was. Charlotte was long asleep before Laguna rose up and tended to the half-eaten carcass; he lifted it and straddled it across his shoulder, before looking back and upwards towards the slumbering spider, smiling to himself and saying “Goodnight Charlotte” before heading off to dispose of the animal-