Post by Platinum on Jun 15, 2010 20:12:32 GMT -5
Tadasha would walk across the grass plain toward the strange scents of feline. She would ready her claws and aproach two large forms at the base of stone. Tail down in neutral she would let lose a deep growl from her chest. This could be her chance to join a clan. Though Tadasha had passed over many a tribe something felt different about this. The stars told of possibilities. When Tadasha would get close enough to the figures she could see they where Sabors. One of White with an aura of leadership and another of black, seeming to be lower than the first. Ears tilted in caution she would step out or the tall grasses, making herself seen. "Hello," she would say in angelic voice.
Platinum streached and rolled over on his side with a grunt. Saber wasn't feeling well today, and was surely not in the mood for nonsense. The stench of tiger was what managed to get him to sit up again. Metallic irises watched her approach. She looked like him- if it weren't for his cerulean ears, pastel blue stripes and protruding tusks. A yawn greeted her before his grizzled voice, "Greetings, What might you be doing here?" He inquired. Stub tail twitched behind him, the way she approached in defensive manner irritated him, it was almost as if she assumed they'd attack her. Shaking his mane, he relaxed, disregarding the thought as he awaited a response.
Tadasha would wander about the white figure's easy lounging. Most would attack by now, she would think. Ears rising a bit, to show she was no threat, she would speak. "To be honest," she'd say with a slight incline of her head, "I've come in search of a sutible tribe to become a part of. I've traveled alone for far to long and I need a home." Tadasha's eyes would shift, making sure no others where behind her. Having been on the rode for far to long, she had learned always to watch her back. She would then sit, waiting for a response, muscles tense incase of a spring. Her tail would sit on her paws, twitching ever so slightly.
Platinum glanced her over, she was smaller then most siberian tigers when it came to build, "And what inspire you to come to Solaris?" He inquired. Plat's whiskers flexed and a sly grin spread across his mug, "But before we get too involved in pleasantries, shall we introduce ourselves? My name is Platinum, and I am the King of this tribe." Paw held to his chest as he bowed his head. His ears twitched and he glared at the small snoring mass beside him, "And this lazy one is Hitrost', My adviser." The snow leopard was fast asleep, and he figured he should wake him soon. No- give him a bit, he'll wake him after he gets to know the ebony and ivory one.
Tadasha would blinks slowly at the introduction. Hestitantly she would speak, lowering her ears in a respectful but equal manner. She thought of herself as no less than any, except perhaps the Great Spirit. "I am Tadasha of Shire's Mountian. I've traveled far to come down to the valleys. As for my reasons to come to you." The snowy female would pause and lift a paw to bite a tiny flea in half. Never would the female ever be seen with fleas. She was always to fast to catch then before they spread. "I have come to your tribe because the spirits have crossed our paths." Not honestly caring, she knew many would think her insane with such a response, but she did not think this was the case.
Platinum was clearly off put by her mentioning the great spirits. With a cock of his head and a furrow of his brow, he looked at her, "How do you know about the spirits?" he asked. The only other that he knew that spoke to the spirits was Falcontail, Hawkstorm's brother. Unfortunately he passed away when the blackcough overran Solaris. He took a paw and kicked Hitrost', waking him. he needed his advisor now. Once Hitrost'would rise, and be done with his early awakening rant, "She's a spirit speeker," He's say. Hitrost' would know exactly what he meant.
Hitrost' hissed and spat. Immediately springing onto his paws and bristling his fur, pulling his tail close to his body, only adding to his already floofy fur. If it weren't for the deep voice and foreign swearing, he might be considered a plush toy. "What, ребенок (child)!? You're lucky I not separate your уши (ears) from your череп (head)!" After assessing the situation, and a quick head shake to regain his composure. "Ah, a spirit healer? You know how I feel about these. Too few, too unreliable, too... well, I just don't believe in them much anymore, after all the help they were when plague hit."
Tadasha would twitch slightly when the Advisor would leap to his feet. With a narrow of her eyes to his words her own pelt would ruffle. No quite understanding the foreign words but getting the jist she would reply with, "You cannot judge one you do not know, though wether or not you wish to know me is another matter." Her soft vioce rang with cunning. Frustraited by the males assumption, she none the less couldn't blame him. Many Spirit whisperers where taken by the darkness, unable to keep themselves protected and there fore could be unthrustworthy. Tadasha was different then this, she was not so stupid and uneducated as others.
Platinum cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, "Alright now, Tigress, lets not pass hostilities to my spotted tribe-mate." He attempted to calm thetensions, "Hit's very opinionated.." He tossed a glare with a flexing of the whiskers, "but he means no harm, tell me more about your spirit talking. What do you know? Can you heal?" the questions rolled off his tongue egarly. It'd be a great additon to have a firey female like her as a shaman, she'd tolerate Hitrost's crap, which is a good thing.
Tadasha would raise a brow and widen her eyes. Shifting her weight to one side she would answer him. "I know many things, things on which I you need not. As for healing? Of course I can. Why does it matter much to you." Tadasha would mentally scoff at his statements about the plush-like male.
Hitrost' smirked. "Your glaring accomplishes little, young king." "As for you..." he turned his attention to the smaller of the two "... I have little-to-no faith in you, but if my glorious leader is interested, then there's little I can do to stop him. However, know that you are now under my watch, and I have very keen vision." he lowered his voice as he returned his attention to Platinum: "Remember the past, my 'opinions' are well founded and are a rather large piece of what holds this together..." He placed his head on his paws and waited to see what reactions his words would elicit from his audience.
Platinum made a gruff "hmm" sound, "Well Tigress, as offending to you it may be, Hitrost' makes a point, nomatter how rude he may be." he paused, thinking hard, He didn't know squat when it came to Shamanism, all he knew was that they spoke to the dead. Looking up, he narrowed his eyes, "Show me what you're capable of doing." He commanded. Eyes intent, he awaited a respose, hoping Hit was aswell. Also, he hoped that Hit knew what to look for. He had not a clue.
Tadasha would glare between them and then with one final look of caution she would close her eyes. The tension would release and her head would droup on her neck like a dead thing, mouth open. The thick muscles beneath her pelt would twitch and her breath would stop. Tadasha's head would snap up, mouth wide gasping for air. Turning dark, filmy eyes to the male, she looked almost sorry for him. "When Hitrost was a cub he nearly drowned, falling from a cliff-face." She would close her eyes and inhale deeply before returning now clear eyes to the leader's.
Hitrost' recoiled ever so subtly. "Nice trick you have, ведьма(witch), but I still not so sure." Noticing his flailing speech, he cleared his throat and continued. "But if you can continue to pull tricks like that I'd be impressed." He jerked his snout towards Platinum. "However the final decision is not mine. That one there is the one you need to impress and he alone decides." He returned his head to his paws, but brushed aside his tail in order to keep a clear view of the female.
Platinum's face reflected pure horror, the fact that she was able to probe his mind so effortlessly.. It was fascinating and even frightening, "I see what you're capable of. As for healing, I have no doubt in my mind you know what to do." He lowered his ears and breathed, 'God, Tin, you better know what you're doing!' he roared in his head. With a blink he nodded, "I'd be happy to accept you into my tribe. As Shaman." He stood, and if she'd accept? He'd lower his head to her and resum laying beside Hitrost'. He didn't look to him for an opinion, he knew what his descision was, so he'd rest he'd now watch her, "If you'd like, you can go fetch yourself an herb stock, and get yourself situated in the den." he offered the idea with a smile.
Tadasha would close her eyes for a second before nodding slowly once. "I suppose I must," she would say to herself and then add louder. "I accept your offer and I honor it." She would raise to her paws, staring down at the leader.
Hitrost', "Very well, приветствовать (welcome), hopefully you'll prove useful. Now if our little meet and greet is through, I have a nap that was rudely interrupted." He lay his head between his paws and wrapped his tail around his face, dismissing his company.
Platinum streached and rolled over on his side with a grunt. Saber wasn't feeling well today, and was surely not in the mood for nonsense. The stench of tiger was what managed to get him to sit up again. Metallic irises watched her approach. She looked like him- if it weren't for his cerulean ears, pastel blue stripes and protruding tusks. A yawn greeted her before his grizzled voice, "Greetings, What might you be doing here?" He inquired. Stub tail twitched behind him, the way she approached in defensive manner irritated him, it was almost as if she assumed they'd attack her. Shaking his mane, he relaxed, disregarding the thought as he awaited a response.
Tadasha would wander about the white figure's easy lounging. Most would attack by now, she would think. Ears rising a bit, to show she was no threat, she would speak. "To be honest," she'd say with a slight incline of her head, "I've come in search of a sutible tribe to become a part of. I've traveled alone for far to long and I need a home." Tadasha's eyes would shift, making sure no others where behind her. Having been on the rode for far to long, she had learned always to watch her back. She would then sit, waiting for a response, muscles tense incase of a spring. Her tail would sit on her paws, twitching ever so slightly.
Platinum glanced her over, she was smaller then most siberian tigers when it came to build, "And what inspire you to come to Solaris?" He inquired. Plat's whiskers flexed and a sly grin spread across his mug, "But before we get too involved in pleasantries, shall we introduce ourselves? My name is Platinum, and I am the King of this tribe." Paw held to his chest as he bowed his head. His ears twitched and he glared at the small snoring mass beside him, "And this lazy one is Hitrost', My adviser." The snow leopard was fast asleep, and he figured he should wake him soon. No- give him a bit, he'll wake him after he gets to know the ebony and ivory one.
Tadasha would blinks slowly at the introduction. Hestitantly she would speak, lowering her ears in a respectful but equal manner. She thought of herself as no less than any, except perhaps the Great Spirit. "I am Tadasha of Shire's Mountian. I've traveled far to come down to the valleys. As for my reasons to come to you." The snowy female would pause and lift a paw to bite a tiny flea in half. Never would the female ever be seen with fleas. She was always to fast to catch then before they spread. "I have come to your tribe because the spirits have crossed our paths." Not honestly caring, she knew many would think her insane with such a response, but she did not think this was the case.
Platinum was clearly off put by her mentioning the great spirits. With a cock of his head and a furrow of his brow, he looked at her, "How do you know about the spirits?" he asked. The only other that he knew that spoke to the spirits was Falcontail, Hawkstorm's brother. Unfortunately he passed away when the blackcough overran Solaris. He took a paw and kicked Hitrost', waking him. he needed his advisor now. Once Hitrost'would rise, and be done with his early awakening rant, "She's a spirit speeker," He's say. Hitrost' would know exactly what he meant.
Hitrost' hissed and spat. Immediately springing onto his paws and bristling his fur, pulling his tail close to his body, only adding to his already floofy fur. If it weren't for the deep voice and foreign swearing, he might be considered a plush toy. "What, ребенок (child)!? You're lucky I not separate your уши (ears) from your череп (head)!" After assessing the situation, and a quick head shake to regain his composure. "Ah, a spirit healer? You know how I feel about these. Too few, too unreliable, too... well, I just don't believe in them much anymore, after all the help they were when plague hit."
Tadasha would twitch slightly when the Advisor would leap to his feet. With a narrow of her eyes to his words her own pelt would ruffle. No quite understanding the foreign words but getting the jist she would reply with, "You cannot judge one you do not know, though wether or not you wish to know me is another matter." Her soft vioce rang with cunning. Frustraited by the males assumption, she none the less couldn't blame him. Many Spirit whisperers where taken by the darkness, unable to keep themselves protected and there fore could be unthrustworthy. Tadasha was different then this, she was not so stupid and uneducated as others.
Platinum cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, "Alright now, Tigress, lets not pass hostilities to my spotted tribe-mate." He attempted to calm thetensions, "Hit's very opinionated.." He tossed a glare with a flexing of the whiskers, "but he means no harm, tell me more about your spirit talking. What do you know? Can you heal?" the questions rolled off his tongue egarly. It'd be a great additon to have a firey female like her as a shaman, she'd tolerate Hitrost's crap, which is a good thing.
Tadasha would raise a brow and widen her eyes. Shifting her weight to one side she would answer him. "I know many things, things on which I you need not. As for healing? Of course I can. Why does it matter much to you." Tadasha would mentally scoff at his statements about the plush-like male.
Hitrost' smirked. "Your glaring accomplishes little, young king." "As for you..." he turned his attention to the smaller of the two "... I have little-to-no faith in you, but if my glorious leader is interested, then there's little I can do to stop him. However, know that you are now under my watch, and I have very keen vision." he lowered his voice as he returned his attention to Platinum: "Remember the past, my 'opinions' are well founded and are a rather large piece of what holds this together..." He placed his head on his paws and waited to see what reactions his words would elicit from his audience.
Platinum made a gruff "hmm" sound, "Well Tigress, as offending to you it may be, Hitrost' makes a point, nomatter how rude he may be." he paused, thinking hard, He didn't know squat when it came to Shamanism, all he knew was that they spoke to the dead. Looking up, he narrowed his eyes, "Show me what you're capable of doing." He commanded. Eyes intent, he awaited a respose, hoping Hit was aswell. Also, he hoped that Hit knew what to look for. He had not a clue.
Tadasha would glare between them and then with one final look of caution she would close her eyes. The tension would release and her head would droup on her neck like a dead thing, mouth open. The thick muscles beneath her pelt would twitch and her breath would stop. Tadasha's head would snap up, mouth wide gasping for air. Turning dark, filmy eyes to the male, she looked almost sorry for him. "When Hitrost was a cub he nearly drowned, falling from a cliff-face." She would close her eyes and inhale deeply before returning now clear eyes to the leader's.
Hitrost' recoiled ever so subtly. "Nice trick you have, ведьма(witch), but I still not so sure." Noticing his flailing speech, he cleared his throat and continued. "But if you can continue to pull tricks like that I'd be impressed." He jerked his snout towards Platinum. "However the final decision is not mine. That one there is the one you need to impress and he alone decides." He returned his head to his paws, but brushed aside his tail in order to keep a clear view of the female.
Platinum's face reflected pure horror, the fact that she was able to probe his mind so effortlessly.. It was fascinating and even frightening, "I see what you're capable of. As for healing, I have no doubt in my mind you know what to do." He lowered his ears and breathed, 'God, Tin, you better know what you're doing!' he roared in his head. With a blink he nodded, "I'd be happy to accept you into my tribe. As Shaman." He stood, and if she'd accept? He'd lower his head to her and resum laying beside Hitrost'. He didn't look to him for an opinion, he knew what his descision was, so he'd rest he'd now watch her, "If you'd like, you can go fetch yourself an herb stock, and get yourself situated in the den." he offered the idea with a smile.
Tadasha would close her eyes for a second before nodding slowly once. "I suppose I must," she would say to herself and then add louder. "I accept your offer and I honor it." She would raise to her paws, staring down at the leader.
Hitrost', "Very well, приветствовать (welcome), hopefully you'll prove useful. Now if our little meet and greet is through, I have a nap that was rudely interrupted." He lay his head between his paws and wrapped his tail around his face, dismissing his company.
