JAXIS
HANDS STEEPED IN BLOOD
There was a frown on pink mottled lips as he thumped it himself, as the drum made the strangest sound, unlike his own. Jaxis felt her ears go back, and she opened her mouth before closing it, rather taken aback by his words. Bad luck for a bad drum? That was.. a strange thing, but to each their own, she supposed, and she watched him make his way to his drum and strike it. It boomed louder than her own, a rumble in the air that could likely be heard further than her own attempt. But it was a first try, and if anything, Jaxis learned long ago that one must try and try again to succeed. Those that made it on a first try were lucky, not skilled.
"I -- wait, what?" Her voice called after the old man, but she moved on her large hooves and pushed forward, following him through thick vines and foliage, ducking her head to prevent snags on her horns. Of course, some still managed to hook on to the branching of them and she had to jerk her head to break away, scowling. They snapped and cracked against her nape, but soon enough, she was navigating with a little more ease, even with the moss that dripped on to her head. It was shaken away, and she kept moving forward, until they finally stopped.
It was a jolt, but she managed to not run in to the old man, her throat clogged with humidity from the muggy air, and her ears twisted as she looked over the lands, pressed her hooves down in to the spongy ground. Her head turned to look at the Elder and her lips pursed as she heard him, and her eyes narrowed slightly. A challenge then, was it? "Fine." She looked at the layout before her, and turned back, only to be startled that the old man was.. gone. "...damnit."
She moved herself, and began a walk through the swamps, the dark waters thick and churning with mud, her steps sloppy, the ground attempting to swallow her. A list was in her head, and the first thing she'd have to go for were the flowers. Fresh crow wings would be last, being as she had two days to do it all. Bring them extremely fresh to him, if she had to.
Orchids. As pretty as they were (when she finally found them after hours in the muck) she had the faint inkling that they weren't as they seemed. No, everything here was poisonous or venomous or held some trick up its proverbial sleeve, so while they were pretty, she imagined she would have to handle them rather.. delicately.
Thirty minutes are spent with her staring at the blooms, as if attempting to figure them out, before she finally moved herself. She plucked with her teeth, not her telekinesis. After all, wasn't his entire lesson in the first place to not use magic? Her ears twisted as her teeth pinched, and she finally pulled. For a brief second, she thought she had it, until a cloud of pollen burst in to the air in her face. Coughing, sneezing, she dropped the first flower as she inhaled the spores, shaking her head and staggering a few paces back.
It only took several moments for the world to begin distorting, and for her to realize... she had most certainly messed up.
"I -- wait, what?" Her voice called after the old man, but she moved on her large hooves and pushed forward, following him through thick vines and foliage, ducking her head to prevent snags on her horns. Of course, some still managed to hook on to the branching of them and she had to jerk her head to break away, scowling. They snapped and cracked against her nape, but soon enough, she was navigating with a little more ease, even with the moss that dripped on to her head. It was shaken away, and she kept moving forward, until they finally stopped.
It was a jolt, but she managed to not run in to the old man, her throat clogged with humidity from the muggy air, and her ears twisted as she looked over the lands, pressed her hooves down in to the spongy ground. Her head turned to look at the Elder and her lips pursed as she heard him, and her eyes narrowed slightly. A challenge then, was it? "Fine." She looked at the layout before her, and turned back, only to be startled that the old man was.. gone. "...damnit."
She moved herself, and began a walk through the swamps, the dark waters thick and churning with mud, her steps sloppy, the ground attempting to swallow her. A list was in her head, and the first thing she'd have to go for were the flowers. Fresh crow wings would be last, being as she had two days to do it all. Bring them extremely fresh to him, if she had to.
Orchids. As pretty as they were (when she finally found them after hours in the muck) she had the faint inkling that they weren't as they seemed. No, everything here was poisonous or venomous or held some trick up its proverbial sleeve, so while they were pretty, she imagined she would have to handle them rather.. delicately.
Thirty minutes are spent with her staring at the blooms, as if attempting to figure them out, before she finally moved herself. She plucked with her teeth, not her telekinesis. After all, wasn't his entire lesson in the first place to not use magic? Her ears twisted as her teeth pinched, and she finally pulled. For a brief second, she thought she had it, until a cloud of pollen burst in to the air in her face. Coughing, sneezing, she dropped the first flower as she inhaled the spores, shaking her head and staggering a few paces back.
It only took several moments for the world to begin distorting, and for her to realize... she had most certainly messed up.
@Turhan (and any other Ilati) || she got her bonded in another thread so yay I can pick up on this again!!
