Toxins Under Root

[Wyndbain]

The forests of Kohai were, as they always were, green and lush. There wasn't anything within the forest that would cause them to grow any other way, so the trees had forever cast a green hue all about. However, on this day, there was something to cause some form of worry. One of the great pines, had suddenly lost a mass of its needles, and those that still clung to the spindly branches were brown and decayed. At first glance, it may seem as though the tree had simply died in its prime. Perhaps an unexpected sickness had struck the poor thing...or it had been drained of its water source by all the other trees in competition for life around it.

A closer look would show that the tree was surrounded by a thin, dark, haze. Unnoticeable at first because, gas as it is, is difficult to see to begin with. This gas, at least, had a gray-black tint to it. Any animals that had smelled it...well, they preferred not to since the stuff smelled of rancid decay and decomposition. It also lacked oxygen and thus was suffocating to those small creatures that could not run to fresh air in time. As a result, the tree had a few dead birds and squirrels pathetically sprinkled around its base, which may account for the scent of death. That still did not account for how strong this gut wrenching stench really was, as the area was very clear of anything that was living, aside from the remaining plant life.

There was one creature however, that did not stray from the area nor run in fear and disgust from the horrid stench. On the contrary, this being found the reeking smell to be a beautiful perfume. It was something that, she thought, was much better in comparison to the disgusting pine and mahogony...or what ever putrid elegant smell trees produced. The she-wolf, or at least that was how the demon appeared to be, was lounging on a fallen tree, it's burnt and crusted core exposed to the world since it had been long ago struck in a lightning storm. This seat was a perfect place to lay, for the crackled bark still stunk heavily with the smell of smoke and ash.

[blitzkreig]

\\-ZyRaL-//

A lanky femme came sleek and silent through the wooded area. She was a demon in wolf's clothing, a true femme fatale. A set of lcurling ram's horns, seeming large enough to send the slender being off kilter were balanced on a head held high with nobility. Indeed it was a false nobility, and those electric silver eyes held a note of disgust to them. As Zyral passed from the shadow of the woods into the light of the small clearing near the contaminated tree, her black pelt shimmered a breif liquid silver, only to hold solid and ebon once more. That eternal look of loathing was constant on her angry face, wrinkling it. Zyral maybe had once been a pretty wolfess, but now you could see the worn and tired look there. The scars that littered her body were the only reminders of the battles fought, won and lost.

Zyral approached her sister and the poisoned tree, faintly aware of the thin veiling haze that seeped up from its very core. A breif look of saticfaction lit her face and quickly crumpled to its usual sneer. The horned she-wolf walked with deliberate silence. She did not bother with the dead and bypassed them without care. The scent had no real effect, for she lived around death everyday.

"Sleeping on the god-damn job again, sister?"
she hissed, and her voice was filled with venom. Black, notched ears tilted back maliciously. Her silver, maroon-ringed orbs were filled with their contant anger. Her words were near spat.

[Wyndbain]

A single eye lid was pulled open, for both of them had been closed. The lively scenery around her had begun to have a sickening effect on her stomach, although the infected tree had been such an inspirational site to behold.

"Just enjoying the moment, sister." She said coyly, laying her head on outstretched paws that dangled over the blackend tree. Her rear end was protruded into the air while she over-exagerated a lazy stretch, tilting her head and popping the bones in her neck before sitting back and focousing both eyes on her sister.

"Our lovely pockets have gone undisturbed." Her tongue stuck out and wet her lips, eyeing the tree that was wrapped in the thin layer of gas that, though mysterious to most, she knew everything about.

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It was hesitation that normally kept her from being killed.

The female walked- no, crept- through the dense underbrush that raised dark masses of foliage above her white skull, each step sinking silently into soft moss and naturally rotting plantlife. Her nose was dipped towards the earth, inhaling the warm, moist scents of healthy woods. A place not unlike her homeland, far from this new terrain she now dared to walk upon. A seemingly sensible choice to settle down, if you were a Goldenwood wolf. Undisturbed by the quick pattering of animal feet in branches above, her cream body slipped easily through a tangle of dew-laden ivy, stark black pupils contracting as her path trekked across a patch of sunlight. Indira's content was not long-lived, however, because an unease stole across her mind and shadowed her heart, heralding the onset of a sickening scent, unlike any she'd smelled before.

"Vel'bol elghinn z'haren nindolen lorulmen...?"

Her native tongue rolled melodically from between slightly parted jaws, and coppery hackles rose slowly as a shiver convulsed the female's silky fur. This was unnatural. Completely foreign to the Earth-lore bred into her blood. Pale corneas grasped the blurred and wavering images of two creatures bathed in a haze of... something. Their voices were indistinct among the buzzing that shrouded Indira's ears, the smell of the noxious gas almost overpowering her unyielding lungs. She gasped for air, quietly, and after a moment's panic, began to breathe normally once more. But she kept her distance, lurking in the half-light, whispering to herself.

"Vel'bol zhah nindol k'lar?!"

[Wyndbain]

Her ears lifted along side the gray, curled horns that erupted from her skull just before the ears. She knew she had heard something just a moment ago. What death rides these woods? Tykri smirked, lowering her head and gouging the dead bark with the spiked tip of her horns. The sharp edge became black as it was covered with charred wood.

Like a shadow, she moved. Like the wind, she was gliding. Not a leaf or blade of grass was put out of place as she made her way to wards the voice.

"Vel'bol zhah nindol k'lar?" Her eyes narrowed, two glowing orbs in a rim of dark, scraggly fur. Her tongue moved between yellowed fangs, speaking the words that sounded so unnatural, so inelegant when spoken by such a spindly beast. Lips were pulled back in a fierce sneer.

"Nindol zhal tlu dosst k'lar d' elghinn!" She roared, the trees themselves seeming to shiver as leaves fell away from the branches, floating down to the forest floor. They were a sickly gray before the foliage could even touch the soil.

The horrid stench became worse as a thin stream of pale mist made it's way around the demon's flank. It looked...almost alive as it rounded the fur, caressing the creature's joint as though it were a child hiding behind their mother's leg. Tykri, gave an enthusiastic purr, as though to encourage it.
Shockingly enough, the haze coiled through her legs, creating none of the effects on her that it had caused to the poor pine. The tip stretched out, reaching for the Goldenwood wolf.

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A grating, ripping noise assailed her ears, the triangular appendages flattening against her skull in an offended manner. The horned female was a mere flicker of movement, as if akin to the gas itself, swiftly advancing upon Indira. The wolfess' first instinct was to crouch, to crawl away and melt into the living woods, using shadow and leaf to conceal her shape and scent. But there was something almost fatally attractive about the putrid, rotting scent, a strange lure to the sickly sweet decay around her. A morbid fascination, borne of fright and curiosity combined. A growl tangled intself in her throat, copepr and white fur bristling anxiously at the sound of her own language spewed from between the demon's lips like acid. It was sacrilege.

"Dos inbal nau k'lar ghil wun nindol taur d' dro! Vel'bol verin xun dos cel'droth harl l' har'dro, errdegahr?"

Though abashed by the rotten and dying foliage, Indira's voice was calm, steady, almost as if she were inquiring of the weather. It was useless to express much emotion in the presence of such a haughty, disgusting creature. In spite of herself, she tok a single step backwards, avoiding the tendrils of noisome gas without running away. Her eyes were locked upon her adversary, watching for any movement that might give away an attack. What a welcome she had stumbled upon. Perhaps this land was not what it seemed.

[Wyndbain]

Her tattered tail was raised, an angry snarl released from her jowls while her eyes shone bright from an unnatural light. She took a step towards the goldenwood and brought her paw down with such an angry force, there was a small tremor before more of the putrid mist was pulled up from beneath her paw.

"Nau k'lar? Usstan inbal jal ditronw tlu ghil! Ghil wun nindol thac'zil vel'klar l' ilharnen d' ussta ilharnen zhahen rosin!" The gray tendrils of smoke had begun to merge, growing in size over the area as oxygen became thin. The grass underfoot, being the smallest of plant life, were effected first as the greenery quickly shriveled to nothing but dead, lifeless stalks. The smoke, though causing great damage to the ground underpaw, could only move ahead steadily and slowly, though with each progressive movement the air around it became thinner.

Tykri's nostrils expanded, taking in the scent as though testing an elegant perfume. The noxious scent seemed to clear her head a bit, organizing her thoughts while she focused on Indira. The elegant scythe that was straped to her back, gleamed with each movement she made, as though waiting patiently in anticipation for the moment that it would finally be used.

[blitzkreig]

[ooc] - I'ma let you too duke er out while I go after the wolves in Toxins Under Sand. =D

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o o c; my post will come soon beanz, i have a terrible sunburn from river rafting, and i don't feel so hot. i guess i've got heat exhaustion. D<

[Warlock]

A huge white figure loped easily toward the forest, powerful muscles rippling beneath a beautiful white coat. Large head was lowered to the ground, keen sense of smell easily following the trail of a wounded deer. And yet, as he neared the trees, he slowed to a walk, head lifting to warily scent the air. Something was very wrong here. He couldn't tell precisely what was so out of place, but his instincts told him to flee. Nevertheless, he continued moving into the forest, albeit at a much slower, more wary pace.

Soon, a horrid scent assaulted his nostrils, that of something slain and left to decay in the sun. It would likely have made a lesser wolf retch, but Messhe steeled himself and kept going. If this wrongness he felt was indeed a threat, he would need to find out as much about it as possible in order to warn the rest of the pack.

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Indira's ears fluttered and flattened, refusing to back down from the powerful, possessive force of the demonic female. As a gout of gaseous mist keened towards her tensed, braced legs, she raised a defiant gaze to Tykri's own visage, muzzle peeling back to reveal an astonishing array of teeth. Her pale, disturbingly cold irises had nearly overtaken the black pinpoint of her pupil, turning nearly white in agression. The sound of her dear homelan's language spewed from the disgusting female's mug sent heated shivers down her spine, claws digging into the earth below.

"Lu' nin nindol thac'zil zhah delmah ulu byrren. Dos valyrin uriu alus tarthe, errdegahr, lu' zhah phlithus a l' xellased ghil." Indira spat, lovely voice turned ugly with spite and perhaps a bitter dash of fear. Suddenly,a new smell, much more wholesome than the toxins beneath, reached her nose. Another wolf? Help, for this lahtsome creature? Or someone else?

[Wyndbain]

((Forgive my delayed tardiness ;>.> I have not only a bad memory, but a horrible sense of time. ))

Tykri let loose a frightening snarl, poking her tongue between the jagged ridges of yellowed fangs. Apparently Indira's last statement had ignited a wave of anger within the demon.

"Hawressae! Ol orn'la tlu alurl nindel dos z'haan! Xor dosst elghinyrr khel ulnar ghil ulu entarer nindol thac'zil nindel zhal yutsu ulu olt ditronw'urn jabbuken!" Tykri's head snapped up and turned to the right, jowls contorted into an outraged sneer of disgust.

"Loathesome creatures..." She muttered, bouncing her shoulders and launching the scythe that lay across her back into the air. It flew it a small arc and let out an eerie hollow tone as the gleaming metal was caught between the demon's fangs. She made a few quick motions with her head to adjust the weapon in her jaws, fitting the handle secure and comfortably in between the deadly rows of teeth. The blade was now pointed towards her opponent, while the handle sat safely at the back of Tykri's mouth.

"Scy-hill shall taste blood today." She said, somewhat awkwardly what with the weapon taking up a part of her mouth.