[AW]  mud monster

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Rat

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2 y/o small Male
©

Where was he? He'd never come this far before. Mommy should be looking for him by now. She'd certainly slept long enough. The sun had already gone to bed at least four times since he'd gotten lost on his adventure to go explore. It was only a matter of time. Oh he really hoped she wouldn't be angry the way she often was when he did something she did not like. His skin was already sore and starting to blister from extended exposure to the sun, something he completely forgot to take in to consideration despite how often he was reminded of it. Even if mommy could be scary, she always treated his wounds in the end (even if most of them were a result from her). His limbs were beginning to feel stiff from the burning, his skin losing any elasticity almost beneath ivory fur. At least he'd remembered to keep most all of his eyes shut. It was just too bright out here to keep them open!

Ah, but he knew what to do. The smell of water tickled his pink nose, the top of which was dried and cracking from sunburn. Though mommy hated when he got dirty, it was something she had told him he could do. Running eagerly in a most clumsy manner, he shuffled the wings he'd never quite learned to use in his race to run forward, the feathers of which were uneven and mangled. Mommy said he had no use for flying. Despite his begging to learn and promise to not go far, she refused and even grew angry. As a result, she often ripped away the feathers in a harsh manner with her fangs, causing pain and blood to often rise to the surface. And yet through his tears, she would console him and promise it was for his own good. He was special to her after all.

Rushing forward, the sight of the river came quickly and his thin tail wagged despite the discomfort it brought. Oh, he had not realized how thirsty he'd become in his wandering. Hurrying forward, he did not stop until his paws were in the water and he shoved his whole face beneath the surface to slurp greedily away, rising only when his nose burned from inhaling it on accident and he began to choke. No, he would not stop there. Wanting relief from his hot skin, he laid down and even rolled, soaking himself until he was shivering in the chilly winter air. Probably not the smartest move but it felt good in the moment all the same. But this was not what he'd come for. Fighting off the shivering that cause his thin frame to tremble, he moved to the shore where the water lapped at dry ground. It was there that he once again allowed his body to fall where he rolled, coating himself in a thick layer of mud that matted in to his once clean coat. Though it would be a mess to get out later, it soothed the sunburns to at least a degree and prevented any more damage from the sun. Much better. Now, where was he going before all this?



"Speaking."


Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

Hours ago, she was introducing Satchel to the very place Mundane had called home for generations, it was named - rightfully so by the first horse to claim the land as founders grove. And it would be the location they laid claim to again once their numbers were once more healthy. It was a slow, albeit steady climb, the magicka towered their numbers as they always had, but she was determined to even the score; if only just a little bit. The woman gave a huff as her thoughts reeled, breath pooling from her sky blue nostrils in a small cloud. The responsibility of not only leading the order once it was back on it's feet but also replenishing its numbers was beginning to weigh her down. But she was persevere, this was no time to give under the pressure. 

Long legs carried her with an innate grace, snow crunching and sinking beneath her paws, her wings tucked neatly against her hips. Satin shawl which draped over her real legs, shifting and brushing lightly as her hips swayed. And the feeling of her cross, lightly thumping against her chest - a reminder of her purpose on this plane. 

She would follow the river upstream, as she'd done many times before, the crisp winter air sharp against her naturally more thin pelt. The sound of splashing would catch her attention, causing her to pause in her tracks head lifting ears flicking upright. Now that was interesting, what could be making such a ruckus like that in the introduction of the harshest season Nidria had to offer? It intrigued her to move toward the noise, and then she came upon him. The first thing to determine; the woman inhaled deeply but thankfully found he was indeed her own people. His framework was feeble and tiny in comparison her own stature. White pelt decorated with muck that matted into his coat, tangling between the fine strands of each feather on the wings that adorned his back. 

Anaru made her presence known but kept a respectful distance, she wouldn't want to frighten him by intruding upon his space, but concern lined her face. "My dear, aren't you cold?" came soft words, brows knitting with worry. 


"Anaru speaking,"


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@Rat

Rat

of

2 y/o small Male
©

Though his sunburns were certainly feeling better, the rest of him was starting to get rather chilly. Despite fighting off the shivering that had been threatening to take over, he was beginning to lose. His legs quivered beneath him, his wings feeling a bit heavy and numb as they were weighed down from the water. He pressed them tighter to his sides in an attempt to conserve at least a bit of warmth but it did not seem to help much. Maybe he should have thought that one through a bit more. He hadn't considered how cold it was starting to get in his excitement for a little relief from the burns. Now he would likely pay for it if he did not find somewhere to warm up a bit. Oh, mommy was definitely going to get mad. The thought of what she would likely do to him made his heart thunder and his legs began to quiver from more than just the cold.

It was the sound of a voice that caught his attention and made him jump. Thoughts of mommy and her temper distracted him from realizing it was not in fact his keeper but someone else entirely. All the same, he cowered down low, lifting his wings up to cover up his head as if it would give him some form of protection. Though it was terribly bright and the risk of mud getting in them was high, the eyes that existed all over his body opened out of reflex, the bright red of their irises flickering every which way. "Oooh, sorry sorry mommy." It took only a moment for the eyes that granted him sight all around him to find the woman who was not mommy at all. Oh no, a stranger.

Though it made things at least a little better, the fear did not leave him. He had never really been allowed to meet strangers. The one time he had, mommy had attacked them. His heart thundered in his chest and his head ducked more so that his main eyes could avert their gaze, even while the rest of them darted around to look at her. A question... She'd asked him something. No, it was best not to get involved. He did not want mommy to hurt her... or for her to hurt him. People were bad mommy had said. "No, not cold. Just leaving. Sorry." Yet despite his insistence a sneeze left him still, shaking his thin body even more.




"Speaking."


@Anaru

Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

The boy physically jolted at her soft beckon, causing Anaru to flicker her ears back suddenly. He went as far to cower, sinking himself into the mud forcing his body tighter against the cold earth. Pale wings raising to cover his face, Anaru only frowned, uncertain if she should move closer for fear of scaring him even more. "Oooh, sorry sorry mommy." The title didn't really bother her, instead she only tilted her head, "You don't need to hide child...it's alright" she cooed through pale lips gently. And she wondered if he was afraid of his mother, the way he sunk down, stammering out apologies as if consequence might follow. He sought to hide, sweeping his face further beneath his wing so his eyes were out of view. "No, not cold. Just leaving. Sorry." as if the lie wasn't obvious enough, of course divinaton made it clear as day to her. Even though he said he was leaving he didn't attempt to get up, he shook and trembled but remained on the ground just trying to pretend that she couldn't see him beneath the shelter of his wing. 

She sighed, slowly taking a hesitant step closer to the boy before she paused lowering herself onto her haunches where her feathers would begin to gather up the mud and soon onto her belly. Pale fur; much like him beginning to turn brown. "You'll catch your death out here" she prodded, golden eyes flickering over him as she tried to figure out what to do, what to say even. She couldn't let him go, unlikely he'd even get home before coming down with something. "It's ok...i'm not gonna hurt you. What's your name? I'm Anaru" she was careful, as much as she wanted to press close to him, she worried that it would send him bolting into the trees, and that she'd be lucky to find him again. 

But perhaps an offer was more his speed. "You may come closer, if you wish — to warm up" it left things open ended, he could make his own decision if he wanted to draw closer to her in search of warmth, and he could decide whether or not he trusted her in his own time. 



"Anaru speaking,"


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@Rat

Rat

of

2 y/o small Male
©

His entire body trembled as his mind raced with options for escape. Where would he go? Anywhere but here. Who knew if she might lash out at him with whatever sorcery mommy also wielded. The thought alone terrified him and he had to fight hard to suppress a low whimper from escaping between pursed lips. Yet though he made it obvious he was uncomfortable and ready to leave, she spoke in low reassuring tones that everything was alright. He could sense that she held no malicious intent, at least not based on what he could see from the many eyes that littered his body. Could he relax around her?

Ears flicked as she moved closer, stopping before he would consider it too close. She spoke again, commenting on his current state and the dangers it could lead to. He had not thought clearly before he'd hopped in to the water or covered himself in the mud. And now here he was paying the consequences. Once again she spoke up to insist she would not hurt him before introducing herself and asking for his name. Ever so slowly would he lower his shield of wing, red eyes studying her in contemplation before he would dare to speak up. "Rat."

And then an offer that caught him off guard. She said he could come closer if he wanted to in an attempt to warm up. Yet as tempting as that seemed, he hesitated, a frown pulling at his lips as he lifted his face so it was expose completely. "B-but Rat is d-dirty. Don't want to make A-Anaru dirty." Mommy hated when he did anything to soil himself. It was only right to assume it was a norm for most out there to despise getting dirty. But then again, she was lowered down in to the mud in front of him, making herself try to seem smaller so as to be on the same level as him.




"Speaking."


@Anaru

Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

She saw how he shook, his entire body overwhelmed in tremors a combination perhaps of his uncertainty of Anaru as a stranger and the cold that dug all the way into his bones. She thought for a moment that he very well might flee as she approached, she kept her steps hesitant and careful. Doing everything she could not to frighten him further, and to her relief, he didn't run. Instead pale ears flicked in Anaru's direction, golden eyes catching their movement, she worried that had he run from her he'd freeze to death somewhere in Nidria's winter. And with that in mind, she knew she'd have to pursue him, and that would only make him more fearful — it would be a vicious, endless cycle. And finally the flicker of patience wore off, his mud slathered pale wing rising to reveal the baby face beneath. "Rat." he muttered, a name unfitting for a mundane child; he was no rat. And if she had any say in his future, she would teach him this. 

But for now she smiled back at him, offering an approval nod of his decision to come forward even slightly. He hesitated at her offer, "B-but Rat is d-dirty. Don't want to make A-Anaru dirty." she shook her head gently. "I don't mind — warming you up is more important, my fur will come clean later" she cooed softly. "Besides," she smiled, chuckling softly. "I'm already muddy" the woman's slender snout gestured down toward her belly which lay across the same muck he'd rolled in, cream fur turned brown. She didn't think much of his comment, he had manners she could only assume, and didn't want to dirty someone he didn't know. 

But she had more important things churning in the back of her mind, the love for her people, and the gut instinct that something about Rat and his situation was....wrong. Why was he so fearful of others? Perhaps the magicka had harmed him, it the first thought, but then why be afraid of mundane, unless he'd no mundane to save him of course. But right now she would wait, patience would be her virtue here. 


"Anaru speaking,"


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@Rat

Rat

of

2 y/o small Male
©

Despite his hesitation, she did not snap or move to leave as he might have expected. Mommy would very often grow annoyed with his hesitations and mumbling, lashing out at him when he did not speak clearly when spoken to. It is for your own good. This was what had always been told to him even when he was left curled in to an impossibly small ball, crying as he wished to hide himself away, the opposite of what she had tried to teach him. Yet despite her cruelties, never once had he ever had the thought that mommy was bad. She put up with a grotesque like him and sacrificed her own food and shelter for him, in her own words. He was grateful.

Anaru simply stayed there crouching in the mud, doing all she could to coax him forward still with promises that it did not matter. She was already dirty as she had said before, something he blinked at slowly. Another shiver ran down his spine as a breeze blew through, the last bit of persuading needed to urge him to inch forward slowly. Caution was practiced still, wary of some sort of trick so that she could strike at him. Mommy had told him people on the outside were bad and would play mean tricks. She'd done so herself on several occasions just to teach him these lessons. Just more of a reason he should never want to leave the safety of his cage.

Moving closer, pink nose would brush against the plush fur of her shoulder tentatively at first before pressing further to her warmth. Longing for more, he found he was getting ahead of himself, scooting in closer before he could realize what he was doing. It certainly felt nicer this way and he found he was fighting off a sigh of contentment. Instead he struggled to find something to talk about. "Anaru lives here?" Had he intruded on her home? Oh he hadn't meant to do that.



"Speaking."


@Anaru

Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

Eventually the boy would make his way forward; albeit slowly but it was progress nonetheless. She felt the brush of his nose, gently upon her shoulder, simply glancing down at the boy and offering him a smile of encouragement. That brought him to move closer and closer, once he learned that she wasn't going to harm him. She wouldn't move much, but would attempt to spread one of her front legs out; as if trying to embrace him in a hug. But she wouldn't move to close that leg back around him, not wanting to frighten him or make him feel trapped. She could feel how he relaxed, finding herself able to as well, more confident that he wouldn't bolt from her. 

"Anaru lives here?" "Not exactly, but I live close by" she picked her head up glancing back toward the direction of the grove, "My home is that direction" she offered, glancing back at him. Keeping her gaze around the general area of his face, but avoiding making eye contact with his primary ones. "I live in a beautiful forest on a cliff overlooking the sea with wolves like you and I" she explained, uncertain if the boy even knew the difference between his own people and the magicka she glanced down, perhaps that would be a topic for another time. 

"Rat would you like to come see my home? There are lots of others like you there" she inquired, attempting to comfort him with the promise of friendship, and in time - family. But she would keep secrets from the boy, secrets of how she intended to try and keep him in her home, not against his will of course. But she had a way with words, and besides, that was where he belonged. Far from the cold lonesome embrace of the surrounding wood. 


"Anaru speaking,"


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@Rat





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