Moss Beneath My Paws

Evanthia,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Gemini

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evanthia

ioulita mavridi

The moss beneath Evanthia's paws was soft. Supple. She left pawprints as she moved, which faded the longer the moss lay undisturbed. Leaves littered parts of her path, crunching softly beneath gently placed toes. In these moments, she pushed her claws out, enjoying the gentle sound of wet, dead leaves being pierced. The trees stretched above her head, offering a thick shade that allowed little light to penetrate down to the ground below.

She had not been to this place before, and this fact made it refreshing. In truth, none of these things were new, but the combination was enough to keep the woman's mind entertained. She would have to store this place away in her mind, remembering it for later on. Perhaps she could find herbs here, to offer as healing in exchange for whatever she may want at the time. Help, after all, did not come without a price. Nothing did, truly.

Bird song tickled at her ears, making them twitch. Ahead, she saw a log propped against a few other trees, and to this sight, she trotted. The bark, when she placed her paw upon it, crumbled slightly, but the wood beneath still seemed solid. Both of her front paws went up onto the log, as she pressed as much as she could. It seemed that it would hold her weight. A third paw came up, and then a fourth. The tree bounced slightly, but it wasn't enough to make her believe that it would snap beneath her. She smiled slightly at this, lowering her chest to the bark in a stretch, sinking her claws into it. It was a pleasant experience. What else would the day bring? Something other than bird song drew her attention -- the sound of other paws upon the leaves.

"speak"

@Legion ( @witch )

Legion,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by witch

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and he asked him, 'what is thy name?'
and he answered, saying, 'my name is legion, for we are many.'
ooc. i am having a bit of a fit with my muse rn, but i hope this doesn't suck too badly ;n; so sorry for the wait!!!

other paws indeed tread the shadow-dotted woodland, holographic striping and blood-red coat weaving in and out of the trees with idle purpose. death's head mask appears in view of evanthia, and legion's paws falter only momentarily before bringing their petite frame fully into view. citrus gaze takes in the stranger's appearance, a brief flicker of amusement chasing across the skull they have for a face. they have yet to encounter anyone quite as... interesting in appearance as their own family, and it's fascinating to legion. surely their family isn't the only obnoxiously marked one in the entire world? that citrus gaze lingers with cold curiosity on evanthia, death as silent as usual as they consider - and then, in a voice like permafrost, they say; kon'nichiwa.

their voice caresses the familiar language, tongue rolling the word out with relish - they don't speak often, but japanese is one of their favorite languages to use when they do. watashi wa shi. their voice is unsettlingly monotone, citrus eyes watching for any sort of reaction. of course, out of the basic politeness their mothers had beaten into their head, they'll switch languages if the stranger appears not to understand - but if they don't have to speak common, they vastly prefer to avoid it. the language feels clunky and uncomfortable on their tongue after so long with only sonni and their siblings and aunt - and caspian, who'd picked the language up with remarkable speed - for company and conversation.

legion's younger half-siblings were being raised carpatii, but they were still being taught their sire's languages as much as they were their dam's languages and culture. legion still isn't quite sure about the whole "live with honor" thing - sometimes you gotta stab a bitch in the back, after all - but caspian is attempting to replenish her race, so... legion shrugs the thought out of their mind, unnatural stillness finding their figure until only their thick fur moves in the slight breeze that whistles gently through the trees. they are death, certainly, though probably not for this stranger - not today, at least, as long as evanthia doesn't start anything first. settling to their haunches, they flicker glances here and there, making sure no one is going to try and ambush them or anything. paranoia ought to have been legion's middle name, rather than death.

@Evanthia

Evanthia,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Gemini

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evanthia

ioulita mavridi

As she watched, a red-coated stranger slipped from the shadows. Smaller than she, but had the woman been a little less inclined towards the unpredictable, towards chaotic things, perhaps she would have been unsettled by the individual before her. Evanthia flicked her tail slightly, tilting her head to the side. It fell even further to the side when the other spoke in a language she could not understand. Two-toned crimson eyes stared at the other quite blankly, unsure as to how to even begin to process the word - words? - that had fallen from the other's lips.

As the moments ticked by, she pondered her response. Did the other before her even understand her own language? A slight smile touched Evanthia's pale lips. It was certainly the type of interaction she preferred. So unusual, just so perfectly unpredictable that it managed to keep her, while relaxed, on her toes with curiosity. She watched as the other slowly sat down. She, however, did not mirror, preferring to stand. She observed the other, taking in everything that she could from the stillness to the unblinking expression, even to the deadpan voice that trickled out in that foreign language. How absolutely delightful.

"What language is that?" She asked, hoping that perhaps the other would be able to understand her. But if they couldn't, so be it. It would be interesting to communicate with someone who did not speak the same language. It was a challenge she had never encountered before. She had asked for something interesting to happen, to occupy her time and it seemed that she had been presented the opportunity like a gift, wrapped in a crimson bow, so neatly, so politely. She could have almost jumped out of her own fur with the sheer excitement that it gave her. She kept herself restrained, not allowing herself to buzz with the excitement that swirled around in her heart and mind.

"speak"

@Legion ( @witch )

Legion,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by witch

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and he asked him, 'what is thy name?'
and he answered, saying, 'my name is legion, for we are many.'
ooc.

A long pause arrives between them, before and after Evanthia's answer - the pause after being from Legion weighing whether or not to feign ignorance of the common tongue. Deciding against it, Legion finally answers. Japanese, comes the achingly frigid monotone again, mismatched gaze blinking up at the larger individual. My native tongue. The language I prefer over any other. Legion's thought is almost bitter - an unusual thing, for someone who is used to going through life feeling detached, disconnected. Feeling as if they aren't really part of anything except their family, for whom they would kill - or even die.

Sighing, Legion tilts their head, giving into the faint curiosity pushing at the back of their mind. I am Death - who are you? A noise to the right flickers Legion's ears, but they do not take their eyes off of Evanthia - waiting, watching, observing as is their way. Utterly still and silent, taking in the other's reactions; and finding themselves amused at the reciprocal observation. How often did they get times like this? To just sit and watch someone watch them back? Almost never - especially not with the insanity that is their younger half-siblings. Complete and utter nutcases, the lot of them.

Well... Vergil's not that bad, Legion supposes, but the rest of that litter is on crack.

@Evanthia