A valley between two mountains with forest and a river. A unique area that fluctuates between various gravity levels, allowing creatures to traverse between the ground and sky. Stars, clouds, and space dust, as well as beautiful trees and flowering plants can be found here
He found himself once more on the cusp of claimed territory, his frame partially hidden by the trees above. It was quite a chilly day, with occasional strong gusts of wind ruffling his fur. Once more, the lion found himself not making his presence known, instead wanting to see how long it would take a member of Verdantis to realize he was here. Though this time, he took to pacing back and forth. There weren't any comfortable piles of leaves around here, none warm enough to be worth laying in, so walking would keep his blood flow going and body warm. His wings were partially outstretched, head somewhat lowered and bright apricot orange eyes taking in his surroundings. And he would continue like this, waiting.
Lion. Not Verdantis. Urna lifted her head higher into the breeze. But not Duskorna, either. Apparently alone, probably male. Could be a bad idea.
Then again, it was her job. She chattered a warning to any other citizens nearby and then went looking for trouble.
Urna halted on a high rock, gazing down at the blue lion pacing back and forth just across the border. He was winged. Ordinarily, that would put her at a disadvantage, but this was Cloud Bend, where the rules were different. She turned slightly and leapt down from her perch one ledge at a time, calling out when her paws met packed earth. "Hail, wanderer. What brings you here?" Urna drew closer, her ears pricked for signs of ambush.
Ears would remain privy to the sound of an approaching individual. He would slow his pacing to a stop and turn to face her. Brows then crease with thought, and his head would tilt slightly when he noticed the tentacles adorning her head and back like a mane, "This is a new sight. Tentacles on hyenas," his head would right itself.
Clearing his throat, Matthias would introduce himself with a smile, "My name is Matthias Kingsley. I was transported to this place by a beam of light, and am now in need of a new home. I noticed this was claimed territory - could you tell me about the culture and rules of your group?"
He seemed peaceful enough, keeping to his side of the border, and Urna relaxed fractionally. "This is Verdantis." She planted her paws a body-length from the stranger and kept her tail high. "Home to Ohr's followers, and the keepers of the Will." Her mane undulated gently as she moved, like seagrass in water. "We hold that the key to ending Akrasia is through the teachings of the god of life and protection."
Wait, did he even know what Akrasia was? Or the Will? Or Ohr? Urna pressed on. "We nurture life and skill alike within the kingdom. There is no better place for herbalists or crafters to hone their skills." Enough with the sales pitch. "Is there anything more specific you'd like to know? Urna took a moment to mentally pat herself on the back for her incredible civility thus far. She could do this whole "being nice" thing after all.
He was quiet as he listened to the hyena explain Verdantis - are all the women around here so damn hot? - and noted with interest that she, too, mentioned this Will, as well as a god of life. It was all starting to make sense, all starting to come together. He would nod slowly as she speaks, eyes filled with thought, and when a question was given to him, he thought for a moment more before saying, "You say Ohr is the God of life and protection? Does he..." he tried to be careful about how he words it, "What does he do to... Have you seen him in action?" argh, what's an indirect way to say if I get on his good side will he resurrect me like Tsillah apparently does with her followers?
Shifting in his stance, the lion adds, "Sorry, I don't mean to sound disrespectful. Where I come from, the Gods very much keep to themselves. I'm just trying to gauge the differences here."
