-- Welcome to Haurah, land of the Murrah! --
~The Murrah are an entire race of refugees, fleeing their homeworld for another, and desperately seeking help from the humans. Will you reach through your dreams and bond with a distant Murrah? If they are going to succeed in making a new home for themselves, then they need our help...~
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What's Going on in This Thread??--
With the Murrah returning to the scene, everyone is stretching their wings and cleaning out the cobwebs. We thought it would be a good idea to host a small and relaxed roleplay thread to help with the process. So, if you want a little no-pressure roleplay practice, whether you are an owner or non-owner, this is for you!
Also, don't forget that there are two free raffles going on (HERE)
- Let's Play! -
To help owners get back into the swing of their characters, and to help non-owners learn more about the Murrah and their world, we're having a little roleplay thread. The main purpose is for fun and practice, so no pressure here! No one is competing for anything, the interactions here are only made "real" and canon if the parties involved decide so afterward... so you guys can all relax and have fun with this!
Just make sure to read the rules and brush up a little on the basics of how the Murrah and their world work first, and dive in!
I can't wait to see some familiar Murrah faces, and meet some of the new arrivals!
- Rules -
-- Put all 'out of character' comments and discussion in brackets-- ((Like this!))
-- Owners: your Murrah do not need an official character profile page in order to play in this thread, and nothing that happens here 'counts' as canon unless the parties involved decide so afterward.
-- Non-owners: you can play too! The Murrah you invent to play must be a basic lowland type Murrah, however. No Greater Mutations, Class I type bios only, etc. Lesser Mutations are allowed, however.
-- There is no limit to how many Murrah you play, as long as you keep their actions clearly differentiated, and generally easy to figure out who is doing what.
-- You can join in at any time! You can also bring in more Murrah whenever you want, if the ones you're playing just aren't enough, hehe.
-- As a suggestion, it's nice if you bold the name of the Murrah that you're interacting with, at least when you first run into them, to help the player notice.
-- You may display your Murrah's image in their 'entrance' post, but if you're bringing in a whole bunch at a time, it might be easiest to link to them instead.
-- You may only play Murrah that you own, or that you invent yourself.
-- Please be a courteous player! No godmodding: no implying that any of your actions are successful when acting against another, no implying what other characters are thinking/feeling/doing, etc. You may 'try' to do something in your post, but it's up to the other person to state whether it succeeds or not.
-- If anyone has any questions or complaints, please PM Shayrah.
- Information -
-- For basic information on the Murrah and how they work, see (this) page.
-- A couple important reminders, for those who are new to the Murrah:
- The Murrah can make vocal animalistic sounds (clicks, hoots, growls, whistles, etc) but most of their communication is done mentally. They speak with each other telepathically, and can either speak 'out loud' where any Murrah in the vicinity can pick it up, or they can 'whisper' to each other on a private frequency.
- All Murrah originate from their homeworld of Pelmei, where they were enslaved by a race of creatures called the Urhein, and have escaped to the world of Haurah through a supernatural 'tunnel.'
- They have mental/soul connections with their Guardians, who are humans (us, obviously) on earth. The Murrah and humans never see each other face-to-face however, being on separate worlds and all.
- The Solace Camp is the Murrah 'city' on Haurah in which this takes place. All Murrah on Haurah currently live in this refugee city. It's crowded, full of all sorts of Murrah from all over Pelmei, all forced to live together.
- They are generally as intelligent as humans, though some have been raised more like animals by the Urhein, or grew up in more wild and tribal circumstances back on Pelmei.
- The Setting -
The most recent hunt was far more successful than most have been lately, along with an extremely healthy harvest after some unseasonably wonderful rain. For once, the camp is finding itself with more food than necessary... which means that it's time for a little celebration! Nothing too extravagant or taxing on the reserve of supplies, but enough to lift the spirits of the camp.
Free food is being stewed up and served by the most skills cooks in Haurah, as well as treats and sweet juices, and a casks of fermented drinks for the adults. There is an area cleared for dancing, and any Murrah who knows how to play an instrument can join in the makeshift band. The revelry of many different clans melds here into a rowdy make-it-up-as-you-go party.
For those who aren't here to party so hard, there are temporary canopies strung between trees and tents to provide shade to anyone who wants to sit and talk, though they'll still have to deal with any entertainers and professional dancers who are milling around. There is even a place specifically set aside for the fawns to play, full of orphans and matrons, and every object they could find to use as toys.
All in all, the atmosphere is pleasant, and far more lively than it has been around camp lately. The little impromptu celebration, hosted by the Haven clan, is a very welcome break.
((okay, have at it! I'll be back later to join in as well. :D))
*stalks* Might have to join.
The food was nice, the music was okay... but what Dihano was really here for, was all the people. He was always interested in what new things would come tumbling through the Tunnel, but he wasn't exactly allowed to hang around the Tunnel mouth to watch. And wandering the Camp looking for strange new faces from Pelmei was tiring and inefficient.
At celebrations like these, however, you could see all of the variety that Pelmei had to offer in one delightfully crowded place. So... Dihano was people-watching.
With a little bag of roasted grain to snack on, he'd found an old stump between tents to settle down on and observe... maybe not quite getting the fact that staring is considered rude.
Dihano wasn't allowed to sit peacefully and watch for long. The blow, well aimed, came from behind, and was obviously intended to unseat him. The head-butt was from a sandy colored young doe with malice in her smile and mischief in her red eyes.
"Di! What dumb thing are you doing now?" Kaolin bent over him, peering at the bag of snacks. "And what is that?"
Medea stopped by the cooks to drop off a lovely mess of mushrooms and tear-root she'd collected this morning, with a smile and a word for each of them. Medea always brought her extra to the communal kitchens - not that she had extra often, but often enough that they knew her. Cooks were as good as healers for telling her what to look for when she went out foraging, and she was grateful for their help.
With the foodstuffs safely deposited, Medea headed for the musicians area. There weren't many Murrah here yet, but it was never too early for a song. She selected a flat drum to accompany herself, and fell in with the other musicians, crooning a wordless melody of celebration.
Rarda was here to dance! Talking would do, if no music materialized, but - no, there was Medea now with a drum. A beat was all she needed. With a smile and a wave for the singer, Rarda moved nearer so she could hear over the crowds, and threw herself into movement. It would be better if she had a partner, of course, but this would do to start.
At least she knocked him forward this time, so he was able to mostly catch himself on his knees and forehooves, as well as save most of his snack. She must not be mad at him or anything today. It could have been much worse.
"I'm watching the people. And this is nothing--" already stuffing one more hoof-full of the treat into his mouth, since he had a sneaking suspicion it would be his last taste of it.
Nik stood tending the casks of fermented drinks, shooing away curious little ones that tried to sneak drinks of the malty brown liquid. He couldn't help but let out a deep, booming laugh as one such ruffian slipped on the long tufts of fur from his highland tail as he'd attempted to sneak around the huge male. He helped himself to a mug, letting the froth spill onto the ground as he held the carved wooden cup at an angle. He took a deep whiff of the aromatic beverage before leaning against the big cask casually, watching everyone begin coming into the clearing and mingling together as he sipped.
Stopping to slowly shake out her long flowing mane, Mana gazed around the gathering of other Murrah. She was still amazed at how well the hunt had gone earlier, not to mention the sheer amount of harvested foods that where present.
Her pale eyes glowed a little as she eyed the food, only just now noticing how her stomach rumbled a little and her mouth watered a bit at the smells. What she got for not eating all day, but she'd been so wrapped up in planning for the hunt it had totally slipped her mind.
With a turn of her head and swish of her tail she headed over towards the food area, intent on finding something to fill her tummy.
Now this was a decent crowd if she didn't mind saying so herself. She didn't. The air itself seemed to be super charged from all of the energy everyone was putting into it by laughing, talking, feasting, and just plain being in each others company. She gave a pleasant snort as she looked over the party's going on's. Asellus knew it be a struggle to draw attention to herself and so she didn't bother.
It was nice to have a change of pace, times where you can dance with the Murrah instead of for them. She took note of a few other little ones nestled between some tents but they hardly seemed interesting to her at the moment. The food did smell ever so delicious though. Following a good meal's beckon she might as well floated for all she knew because she hadn't a clue how she both reached the spread and bumped into an unfortunate adult. Wiping some drool from the corner of her mouth she offered an apologetic smile to the mostly off-white older female, Mana.
Kaolin flopped onto the stump, peering down at Dihano and snatching at the bag. "Looks like something to me." She examined the contents, tasted them, decided they suited her just fine and made herself comfortable on Dihano's perch, eating his snack. "That's weird, you know. Parties are for eating and drinking and dancing, not watching." She nudged him with one hoof - a nudge that had almost enough force to be a kick.
Despite her regular uncertainty, Liliri was drawn out by the promise of free food. It was the first such chance she'd heard of since traveling to Haurah, and between the delicious, wafting smells and the sounds of revelry, she couldn't help herself.
When she arrived, though, she saw a dancer.
Oddly, it was only when watching Rarda's movements that she realized they were made to music... music that she had a hard time keeping out of her mind once it had made its way in. Part of her mind scolded her for even considering making a move, standing out from the crowd... but that part of her mind was overwhelmed by the wave of automatic response from years of dancers' training.
With a somewhat-sheepish, somewhat-soliciting smile to Rarda, Liliri moved up alongside and attempted a few of the similar hoof-steps. It was clear she was rusty, but at least she managed to keep from tripping over her own toes, and hopefully her intrusion wouldn't make the other doe falter.
This was nothing like the celebrations and ceremonies of her clan... and, frankly, it was more than a little bit overwhelming.
But, the Huntsmaster had said that she really should make an appearance. With how well the hunters had done, they should be seen and celebrated, and he'd been very insistent on this fact, so... here she was. Tentatively picking her way through the crowd, looking nothing less than claustrophobic, she ended up in the dancing area--purely because it was the largest area of cleared space.
The few who were already dancing skipped by her, spooking her, and she briefly caught the gaze of another female (Rarda) with a somewhat helpless expression. She was way out of her element.
Vier sniffed and looked at the hullabaloo around him. "You call this a party? It's too crowded and really, you call that din music?"
"Yes, I do," Myka sighed, poking the teenage boy beside her in the ribs. "There's free food, and good food at that, and everyone's having a good time. If you'd relax for one, you might actually enjoy yourself."
Sniffing again, the resplendent young buck replied, "There's no such thing as good food in this place. It doesn't exist."
"Not even sweet nuts?" Myka asked, her tone turned sly. "Well then, I guess that leaves more for me."
"Wait, sweet nuts?" Vier looked almost alarmed at the notion. "You do not get all the sweet nuts!"
"Maybe I'll take a bag back to Erik," the young doe pondered aloud, although honestly she had no intention of bringing anything to the surly hornless buck. Really, Erik was a surprisingly good provider, but he was perfectly capable of coming and getting his own food and it was his decision if he wasn't going to.
"You wouldn't!" Vier protested, flat out appalled.
In the shadows just outside the edge of the celebration, the hornless buck in question stood, watching the festivities with hooded eyes. His flute was in his hooves and he played with it, although no melody yet emerged from the wooden instrument.
Rarda smiled brightly at Liliri as the pale doe joined her in the dance. Dancing was more fun the more were dancing, and while her preference was for a male partner, dancing with other does was a great deal of fun, and a rather different kind of fun. The more the merrier! Besides which, the more does danced, the more likely bucks would join in.
When she saw that the other doe was hesitant, and mimicing her own motions, Rarda simplified her steps so she could catch on more quickly. Teaching others was almost as fun as dancing with a buck, and that almost as fun as dancing solo before male eyes. Those might happen later, too. Rarda was going to enjoy this celebration.
She caught the glance of a dusty colored doe (Khezai), and she made a small motion with her head to invite her to join the dance. The doe looked slightly lost and a bit spooked - maybe she'd feel more comfortable once she was dancing.
K'yth got himself a drink and stood near the barrels, watching the dancing. He nodded companionably to the Highland buck (Nikolai) standing by the drinks with him, then turned his eyes outward. He watched the fiery colors of his bondmate Rarda flash and spin in the sunlight. He didn't know her well, but he was enough of a buck to appreciate a pretty doe dancing, especially one as lithe and graceful as Rarda. The dancing wasn't what he was used to, but it was pretty enough. He'd still rather be under clear sky, though.
His eyes roved again, settling finally on a doe of the Plains (Khezai). She looked even more uncomfortable here than he was. He inclined his head in her direction, and watched for any indication that she would welcome his company. If not, he was content to stay here and watch. If so, some casual conversation with someone who probably missed the sky as much as he did.
Rags was delighted. She hadn't seen a proper festival since she'd arrived. There had been little things - rusher races, and the like - but nothing this big, and nothing is happy. She moved through the crowd with a grin, eyeing jewelry on display, flicking her ears to the music, casually flirting with most any handsome buck that gave her an appreciative look.
One of them was following her. He had a rather resigned air, however, and chatted casually with her. His dark brindle coat and pale eyes were hardly eye catching, but he was a familiar sight to some all the same. Dlehn had been a Runner for a long time, and he had carried any number of them through the Tunnel.
" - would love to learn to play. I've just never had any musical inclination!" Rags was saying, running a hoof over a beautifully carved stringed instrument.
Dlehn glanced at her, then the instrument, from where he'd been admiring the general crowd. "Hm? Oh - well, I'm sure you could learn if you wanted to, Rags."
She smiled at the shop keeper. "I think I was just born to listen," she said to Dlehn with a grin. "Come on, let's find something to eat."
She was keeping an eye out for any number of faces of friends. There was one face in particular, however, she was scanning through the crowd for at each turn. She did not really expect to find it, but she did rather hope she would.
"Do you even know how to dance?" Myka asked Vier as she made her way amongst the stalls, distracted occasionally by a stand with jewelry or ribbons. The pair was following their noses to a stall selling their favorite sweet.
"Of course I do," Veir sniffed. "Mother and father made sure we all learned. I'm far better at it than anyone here, I'm sure."
"Fine then," Myka gave him an arch smirk. "After we get food, you can prove it."
"I-what? Prove it? With whom"
The doe laughed. "Oh I don't know! Anyone! I'm sure there are plenty of girls here willing to dance, even with a spoiled, arrogant brat like yourself."
"I'm not arrogant!" Vier retorted, "I'm just better than everyone else!"
Erik straightened from the shadows, stepping forward a few paces at the sight of a familiar doe (Rags), then slunk back as he noticed the buck with her. He frowned, his tail twitching as he watched them, trying to feel out the relationship between them.
A friend, he'd told Myrak. He was just looking for a friend. She could be a friend with the other buck there...
...or could she?
Indecisive he clung to the shadows and watched the pair of them.
Nik watched the dancers, grinning contentedly, nodding at the other buck (K'yth) as he came up. "Pleasant evening to ya mate" he greeted warmly as he passed a mug over. He studied the buck for a moment before turning back to the whirling, graceful colors that painted a dancing mural in the clearing. "Beautiful, isn't it? I tell ya I'd ne'er be able to move me big bulky self like that... not if me life depended on it" He chuckled, a hearty, throaty sound.
Another buck, brightly colored like a misguided rainbow, paced up behind the two. "That's quite alright, Nik, what you lack in grace, you more than make up for in good looks." Kronlin winked at his bond mate. "You're not too bad looking yourself, friend," He nodded at K'yth. He'd always had quite an affection for any pretty thing, buck or doe alike, and never let anyone sway him otherwise as to what was usually considered 'proper.' Nik rolled his eyes, knowing full well that despite his bond mate's preference (or lack there-of), he was merely kidding. "Ah, Kron, ya great loon." He passed the flamboyant buck a mug of his own, as he joined them in watching the dancers.
"Such grace... the way they move is just... mesmerizing..." Kron flicked his tail around a bit in time with the music as he watched.
Dihano was sitting in the dirt now and tipped a little when Kaolin half-kicked him, automatically moving with it to keep it from hurting like a real kick.
"Watching is just as fun, especially now that some really strange things are coming through the Tunnel. ...I mean, look how skinny that doe is!" He bobbed his head toward a band of leggy Murrah from the distant plains picking through stalls of baked good across the way. And then he was pointing farther out, at some more suspicious-looking bucks. "And that guy has no ears. ...This is way better than dancing."
Khezai hadn't exactly meant to catch the other doe's gaze, so she looked downright awkward when it happened. Her ears flattened with surprise, while bowing her head in a clumsy acknowledgment of her offer. And then came the struggle to think of how to politely decline it, since she was fairly certain this fluttering anxiety wouldn't allow her to even attempt to learn the steps that were being taught to the other pale-coated doe... but then her gaze finds a convenient way out, over near the drink barrels.
Spotting a buck (K'yth), another of her kind, her sudden relief was visible. She didn't know him, but she played it off as if she did--a little nod in his direction before she excused herself. Then, shoulders a little hunched, she slinked away from the dancers and toward his general direction.
When she got close, she bobbed her head in the silent greeting her clan once used... though she still seemed like her skin was crawling.
Asdra watched the other murrah gather from a safe distance, knowing that she would have to be cautious. Her very vocal sympathy for her Urhein masters had not gained her many, if any, friends in this strange new world. At best, she could say that the murrah here tolerated her, but they didn't like her. She stepped out, hesitating every few steps, waiting for someone to yell at her and tell her that she hadn't been invited. As no one came forward to shoo her back into the shadows, her confidence rose and she moved closer towards the center of the festival.
Liliri swallowed the nervous lump in her throat that had risen the moment she'd decided to join Rarda. She had felt all sorts of out-of-place when she'd approached, but dance - she acknowledged not for the first time in her life - was a great bonding tool. It didn't require words, or even exceptional skill (although the greatest dancers had it), only a spritely step and willingness to learn.
Though it seemed Khezai had found a convenient way to excuse herself from joining, Liliri could see several other Murrah watching the dancers from a distance. She beckoned to any interested in joining, twisting on her hooves as though her ankles were fluid and twirling her tail about her as though it weren't even attached. It felt so good to be dancing again.
Shen-dal had found a decent, cool patch of shade for himself, under a tent. He'd brought the fur-filled mauve pillow that almost perpetually followed him and had propped it up against a small rock, and was now stretched out on the ground, comfortably leaning on them as though he were enjoying a chaise lounge.
With a small sack of toasted mushrooms in one forehoof, and the lilting mixture of music and conversation all around, he felt content to let his lazily-half-closed eyes simply take in passers-by. Some of the bucks were intriguing, but his eyes seemed always drawn toward the sparkling bits of jewelry and findings on the fair few Murrah who'd managed to acquire them.
"I'm sure you'll have siblings, soon," he purred to himself as he touched the ruby-red-cabochon-studded piece around his own neck.
K'yth acknowledged the Highlander's (Nik's) greeting with a nod. "Hai," he responded into a pause. The other continued talking, but nothing he said seemed to require a response, so K'yth just stood companionably, watching the dancers with half an eye on the Plains doe, in case she should respond to his greeting.
When another buck (Kronlin) came up behind him, he turned slightly to look at the newcomer. His ears flicked back briefly at the comment about his appearance - he wasn't sure if the buck was mocking him, or if he meant it. He wasn't sure which he'd prefer, either. Mocking, at least, he understood. Every polite, though, he inclined his head slightly and made space for the other to join them.
Then the Plains doe (Khezai) not only responded to his interest, but began moving in his direction. Quickly excusing himself from the other bucks, he moved to join her. He recognized the greeting she offered, and matched the bobbing motion. It wasn't his clan's usual greeting, but he had visited many clans as Messenger and learned many greetings. "K'yth, El'ash'da messenger," he introduced himself, turning his hoof in his own clan's greeting. He wondered if she would recognize the clan name, or even the contraction of his own name. In his clan and others, bucks contracted their names when they proved themselves as hunters, but many clans did not even recognize the custom. The greeting she had used was common, and did not tell him her origin.
Lilliri was getting back into the flow quickly, Rarda was happy to see. She changed her own steps to complement the other doe's, stamping and twisting and twirling her tail about her. Her ears were alert to any change in the music, as her body flowed in time. Her eyes roved the crowd, looking for others who might want to join the dance, and beckoning whenever she saw a flicker of interest.
In the meantime, though, she had one companion. "It's been too long since I had a good dance," she confided to Lilliri. "I'd almost forgotten the joy of it."
Kaolin followed Dihano's point, munching as she listened. "No ears? You're lying." She squinted, and apparently didn't catch sight of whoever he was referencing. "Dlehn says there's more traffic these days. Lots of new Murrah coming in, from all over." She seemed to be in a rare amiable mood, and stealing his snack and shoving him around seemed to have satisfied her mischief for the moment. "We haven't gotten anymore bondmates for a long time, though. I think our Guardian might be full. So guess what?" Her tone had an indication of a subject change to it.
As they walked, Rags got distracted by the dancing and paused to watched, her tail twitching. Now and then, she scanned the crowd, and always looked disappointed.
"You're looking for him, aren't you?" Dlehn said, stepping back over to her after a brief chat with a passing friend.
"Hm?" Rags turned a coy eye to him. "Who?"
Dlehn maintained the patient, long suffering expression his typically had with all of his bondmates. "I don't expect you'll see him."
"How would you know? You've never met him." Rags sashayed away, watching the dancers from another angle. "Look - they're beautiful. We never learned to do anything like that where I grew up. Do you dance, Dlehn?"
Dlehn studied her, and shook his head. "Not at all. My legs have gotten too accustomed to Running. Want me to bring you something to eat? I'm hungry."
She gave him another grin over her shoulder. "That would be nice, if you wouldn't mind . . . "
"Yeah, mine hasn't eith--" Oh, but Kaolin was already moving on and talking over him. Okay.
One of these, he'd have to try speaking 'louder' and see where that gets him.
Today was not the day to try that, though. She seemed to be in a good mood, and he was not going to waste the opportunity. He even tried casually reaching to some of the roasted grain while he answered.
To the average Lowland Murrah, Khezai's relief at being able to converse with one of her own would be hard to detect. If anything, she would seem to grow even more stoic... but to more knowing eyes, she was beginning to slide out of the twitchy anxiety that this crowd instilled in her, and gratefully wrapping herself in the abbreviated social interactions she was more used to. Everything was a sort of shorthand--speech, mannerisms, patterns of behavior. The Lowlands seemed to find it rude and standoffish, but to her it was simply efficient and comfortable. So, the little whuff of breath she gave in return was meant as a friendly acknowledgement, for anyone who understood how things were done on the plains.
"Khezai, hunter." And no clan offered in return. "I've heard your family's name. It is good to see some familiarity here," said cleanly and simply, showing her comfort with this stranger by glancing away as she speaks, keeping her eyes on the crowd instead.
K'yth hadn't realized how tense he had been until he started relaxing. How stressful it was, to always be using extra words, simply to not be thought rude. The way of the plains was so much simpler, so logical. All of five words had passed between himself and Khezai, and already they knew more of each other than any pair of lowlanders in five minutes. Their positions told much about them. Strength and speed and stamina might be assumed by sight, but eyes could lie. Now they knew each other to be powerful, reliable, trustworthy. Too, she knew he still felt tied to the clan he'd left behind, and he knew she no longer claimed a clan allegience. For what reason, he would not ask. That was a personal matter, and she had not invited inquiry by declaring herself clanless. To speak a word invited further words. To leave a word unspoken left no question to ask.
"Pleasure, hunter," he acknowledged with a small dip of his head that told how much of a pleasure it was to speak to another of the plains. "So little here is familiar. It is welcome." He let his eyes wander back to the dancers, across the bucks by the drink barrels, and over the crowd. So many Murrah, crowded together like three-horns in a pen. He did not understand how lowlanders could live like this.
"Yan's actually thinking about calling me an apprentice now, and not just a muck-runner. That means I'll be learning before too long - really learning. I don't know why he's taken so long." She peered down at Dihano and let him take a handful of the grain. "I've watched forever, though - I already know what to do. Wouldn't you like to help me practice?" She had a grin that showed her canines.
The festival was confusing. At first, it was fun to look at, because there were so many colors and lights. But now his head was starting to ache, and he couldn't keep track of where everything was. All his familiar pathways - the way he got to the food tents, the way he came home, the way he went to his little job of cleaning the bowls and vials of an apothecary - were blocked by crowds and vendors and strange, new things. He saw a hundred faces he didn't recognize. He had no idea there were so many Murrah in the camp! Clutching his shoulder bag close, he was slipping through the crowd, hoping to find a quiet place to sit and collect himself a little.
That was when he stumbled upon the young green buck lounging in his pillow (Shen-dal). He very nearly did stumble over him, though Sundog caught himself before tripping. "Oh!" He made a short bleat of surprise as his attention - spiraling a little out of control for all the sounds and smells and sights - came suddenly back into one place and he found himself invading the personal space of someone else, quite by accident. He took a hasty step or two backward. "I'm sorry!"
That was when he spotted the gold and red ornament at the throat of the other Murrah. He liked that. It caught the light, and glittered.
Erik watched as Dlehn moved away from Rags, heading in the direction of the food. He moved forward, tentatively, his ears and eyes continually moving in case of danger. She was quite a bit away from him still, but at the same time there were enough Murrah that he didn't quite want to move into the open.
He hesitated, then lifted his flute, weaving a song that he had written specifically with her in mind into the dancing music.
Eko had just come through the Tunnel not many hours before and was tired. She was therefore not overly pleased when a tumultuous noise woke her from her doze in one of the public tents. Blearily the old doe stuck her head out, frowned toward the center of the camp, and, curiosity slowly getting the best of her, she headed toward the source of the hubbub.
Slowly the din resolved itself into laughter and music. Her ears perked and her disposition sweetened as she found herself on the edge of what was clearly a festival. The smells alone were enough to make her mouth water. She looked around the immediate vicinity and saw a pair of bucks (Nik and Kronlin) standing next to a large barrel. Without any sort of hesitation or indication that she should, perhaps, not be approaching them, she stomped her way over - her bum leg was really stiff after the trip through the Tunnel, but she didn't pay it any mind - and greeted them. "Heyla, there! What's all this then?" she waved a hoof to the dancing and general throng. "Surely not a welcome party for one old doe like me!"
Nik watched the silent, gestural greeting between the two plains murrah (K'yth and Khezai) pass without comment. Curious, he'd never seen such before and wondered to himself the significance of it. Once they'd gotten their formalities out of the way, he offered another mug of the strong fermented drink to the doe. "Care for a drink, lass? Finest cask in all of camp, ya won' get better'n this" he patted the side of the cask proudly. Brewing was a well loved hobby of his. When he wasn't working his craftsman trade, Nik could almost always be found mixing up new batches of some drink or other and experimenting with the local herbs and roots.
Kron on the other hand, was far more interested in knowing more about the gestures that passed between the two. He looked down at his own hooves and asked, probably a bit more bold than most "what was that thing... you did with your hooves?" his ears perked up in honest curiosity. Like Nik, he'd never seen such before, and simply wished to know more about it. Nik let out an exasperated sigh. He gave his bondmate a little shove in the shoulder "Ay, Kron lad.. always with the questions... leave 'em alone, neh? S'not ya business..."
Nik's ears twitched and swiveled at the greeting from behind. He turned his shaggy head around to the source to find a pale, older doe (Eko) coming toward them. "Pleasant evening to ya as well. This is a celebration for a prosperous hunt" he said as he waved a forehoof toward the crowd.