Mkali

The wilderness of this realm - this Helovia - was vast. Landscape changed rapidly when viewed down from the heavens; from dense forests to desolate deserts to beautiful meadows. Wings continued to beat to a silent drum with no signs of resting. A resentful acceptance was beginning to settle in as I realized these lands - these tainted lands stained by the practice of the dark arts - were something I would soon have to memorize.

The reason as to why I was here was still unknown. I could continue to reject it, I could continue to lash out in anger and confusion. Heavens knows how much I had done of that today. Exhaustion was beginning to overwrite the desperation, though. The white flag was hosted and Helovia had won. For now.

I would learn why I was summoned here - and if it truly was a work of some God - but for no I had to focus on surviving. I had not spent years planning attacks on supply lines and raiding Dorobian camps to simply let the unknown gain victory over me. I was not to be tamed so easily; not by the conquerors nor by these new lands.

The sun had taken its slumber a while ago, letting the moon take its reign in the sky. Pale rays dancing from twinkling stars curiously reflected off something on the ground. Curiously, I began to slow descent toward the shiny object. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a coil with strands of hair - tail hair, perhaps? - wrapped around it.

Splashes sounded in the distance. Stealing was a necessity, I had learned. It was not my fault some fool left their treasure prime for the taking. A mere decoration but we Korofi had an eye for things that glimmered-

"Kak!" My nose had simply brushed along the coil and I could feel my snout burning before I even saw the sparks. Backwards I stumbled, all too willing too cease touching the object. What sort of voodoo was this?! Decorum that shot out electricity? Had it simply been a trap all along?

Thoughts raced in more quickly than I could comprehend. Above them all came instinct, though. Immediately I took to the skies, hoping my dark hide would meld into the night sky. The smell of burned fur made my teeth grit as I glared at the item lying on the ground. I was really getting sick of all this surprising shit. Since when did the world get so topsy-curvy? Maybe I hit my head when I hallucinated that goddamn vortex.

There was no use thinking about it. I thought back to the sounds of splashing - as if someone was swimming. My eyes shifted and located an archipelago of islands. It was not the wisest thing to seek the potential owner of the contraption that just gave you a nice zap (which I guess I deserved) but at this point I didn't really freaking care. If I was lucky he was a native - a native who had more useful intel than the first.

The air currents surrounding the isles were surprising but were no real threat to one such as I - a creature who spent far too much time soaring through the skies. Light flickered below me as I saw deer.. things by a plains dweller - although there was no plains around this area and he certainly did not look like he came from my homelands. This was both welcoming yet brought even more caution to my movements.

"Magic." Near ethereal silence had been broken as I dared to land across from the stallion. "This land has many toordokters well practiced in their.. art." The term 'art' was used lightly. "Even their objects are enchanted, although that I should have known." My eyes flickered to the two deer-like creatures. "Summoned familiars?" Eyebrows furrowed followed by a short pause. "In my homelands, all of this was nothing but ouvroustories - old wives' tales." To be honest, I still found much of this hard to believe despite the fact that I was staring it down face to face.

At last I let shock and disbelief, perhaps even a touch of awe, flutter in my chest. The underlying fear of the unknown, the suspicion of the possible threat did not shake but I could not help feeling mesmerized by the magic I had just previously witnessed. To think that there was magic even stronger, even more potent, than this (perhaps it was a good thing I did not know this yet).

ooc still trying to get a good grasp of her <3
translate kak means shit. toordokters means witch doctors. ouvroustories means old wives' tales.
tags @Ashamin