Post by silverfang on Apr 7, 2010 11:16:12 GMT 8
:: Eyktan Tsranten & Tanhì Tsawke { Banshee }
Entering the large area where the Tree of Voices lay uprooted and dead, a slight rage began to increase in the man's body, tightening his hands into a fist, audits folding back as he emited a low growl to himself, staring at his feet with closed eyelids, as if trying to block out the rage building inside. Taking a deep breath and sighing, rolling his shoulders where his large scar overlapped and moved along with his shoulder blades and muscles, he began to relax. Opening his eyelids once more, the blue hued man made his way torwards the area, where he stopped beside a large boulder, overlooking the sadening sight before him. Turning torwards the large gray rock, he thrusted his back legs forward so in a matter of moments, he was perched atop the massive, cold, barren rock. It was only a matter of seconds of staring at the sight that he flung his head back and made a sort of loud, clicking noise.
A loud screech entered the air, soon followed by a beautiful, winged creature that flew into the sky. It's crest below the bottom jaw had a skarlett tone to it, with some almost unnotiocable streaks of blue to top it all off. The colour of the skin was an elegant green, several strips of a light blue and black finding their way across the large creatures body and onto the forewings, with some acute strips on the wings connected to the back legs. In the dawned sunlight it seemed as though the magnificent being was glowing with pride and honor, or at least, Ike thought it was. As the Banshee stopped herself before the ground and before the Na'vi in front of her, she stared at him with the usual golden gaze she gave him.
A smile threw itself across the man's facial features, stroking the Banshee's head carefully before using his other hand to hold the crest lightly. It seemed to be her weak spot, so she was quite careful in combat. Feeling the heavy air that made it's way from the Banshee's neck hole, where the breathing seemed to come from. The man let his head drop lightly to the side, bumping the female Banshee's own head, making the predator clack it's beak together a few times before settling down, and there the two waited as though something would happen.
Well, actually, something would indeed happen, but they neither expected it nor knew what would happen.
[/size][/color]Entering the large area where the Tree of Voices lay uprooted and dead, a slight rage began to increase in the man's body, tightening his hands into a fist, audits folding back as he emited a low growl to himself, staring at his feet with closed eyelids, as if trying to block out the rage building inside. Taking a deep breath and sighing, rolling his shoulders where his large scar overlapped and moved along with his shoulder blades and muscles, he began to relax. Opening his eyelids once more, the blue hued man made his way torwards the area, where he stopped beside a large boulder, overlooking the sadening sight before him. Turning torwards the large gray rock, he thrusted his back legs forward so in a matter of moments, he was perched atop the massive, cold, barren rock. It was only a matter of seconds of staring at the sight that he flung his head back and made a sort of loud, clicking noise.
A loud screech entered the air, soon followed by a beautiful, winged creature that flew into the sky. It's crest below the bottom jaw had a skarlett tone to it, with some almost unnotiocable streaks of blue to top it all off. The colour of the skin was an elegant green, several strips of a light blue and black finding their way across the large creatures body and onto the forewings, with some acute strips on the wings connected to the back legs. In the dawned sunlight it seemed as though the magnificent being was glowing with pride and honor, or at least, Ike thought it was. As the Banshee stopped herself before the ground and before the Na'vi in front of her, she stared at him with the usual golden gaze she gave him.
A smile threw itself across the man's facial features, stroking the Banshee's head carefully before using his other hand to hold the crest lightly. It seemed to be her weak spot, so she was quite careful in combat. Feeling the heavy air that made it's way from the Banshee's neck hole, where the breathing seemed to come from. The man let his head drop lightly to the side, bumping the female Banshee's own head, making the predator clack it's beak together a few times before settling down, and there the two waited as though something would happen.
Well, actually, something would indeed happen, but they neither expected it nor knew what would happen.
