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03-16-2016, 05:53 AM
Oyana
dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
Her name spilling from his throat like that caused the okapi twin to cock her head back and give him a strange sly smile – the reaction of a sibling to another. Yet she is at full alert, listening to Tamu while she looks around. There was no sound yet, only the whispers of the forest and the creaking of the branches, of the trunks as they spoke in baritone voice. It was truthfully quite calming here, were it not for the smells all around them. Then to add to her unease came a new sound, the noise only another walking, living creature can make, and then before her was the sight that matched the sound, the smell.
He was red to her eyes, the shade that of embers of a dying fire, right across him. Yet he was marred by white on his limbs, and it seemed on one side it tracked all the way up along his neck, dividing like branches of a tree. Atop his head sat a crown of strange horns, unlike anything she had ever seen. It was this marvellous set of antlers that both drew her attention over any other part of him, including the brilliant blue of his eyes that were so similar to her brother.
Her silence does not linger for long however. While intrigued, her cold, distrustful exterior does not allowed her curiosity to show. Instead, Oyana recoils a little, her head pulled up alongside Tamu's own.
She had been about to tell him to come no further, but he stopped of his own volition and stood there, with a welcome dripping from his lips. So the horned woman blinked slow, and spoke back, “Are you a native to this land?” A question. For curiosity, but Oyana wanted to know. “Who are you?” She asks secondly, her voice as cool as it had been when she spoke to him before.
Oyana does not leave Tamu's side. Instead she simply watches with a misanthropic shine to her eyes, wondering what her brother would make of this stranger.
He was red to her eyes, the shade that of embers of a dying fire, right across him. Yet he was marred by white on his limbs, and it seemed on one side it tracked all the way up along his neck, dividing like branches of a tree. Atop his head sat a crown of strange horns, unlike anything she had ever seen. It was this marvellous set of antlers that both drew her attention over any other part of him, including the brilliant blue of his eyes that were so similar to her brother.
Her silence does not linger for long however. While intrigued, her cold, distrustful exterior does not allowed her curiosity to show. Instead, Oyana recoils a little, her head pulled up alongside Tamu's own.
She had been about to tell him to come no further, but he stopped of his own volition and stood there, with a welcome dripping from his lips. So the horned woman blinked slow, and spoke back, “Are you a native to this land?” A question. For curiosity, but Oyana wanted to know. “Who are you?” She asks secondly, her voice as cool as it had been when she spoke to him before.
Oyana does not leave Tamu's side. Instead she simply watches with a misanthropic shine to her eyes, wondering what her brother would make of this stranger.
@Tamu @Tilney
