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SurpySoup
Guest
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The way from here on was clear, mostly. His tribe refused to tamper with nature's natural order, and so chopped no trees down. Everything they built was put together from naturally felled trees, or animals they killed. Half of their homes were made from simply tying low-hanging leaves together into a sort of makeshift roof. But that was not yet important. What was important was the vibrant splash of color that stood out against the backdrop of greens and browns. Frren quickly halted, instantly lowering himself into some large underbrush. He stared at the thing that appeared to be nothing more than a brilliantly petaled flower. Then it quivered.
'See there. One of the hunters of this island,' Frren mentally hissed, his eyes never leaving the flower. 'Camouflaged.'
As if simply to demonstrate its power, the flower shuddered, then stretched. The petals moved apart seamlessly, revealing the actual form of this apparent plantlife to be that of a large, four winged bird. Its beak resembled that of a toucan with serrated edges, and two sets of eyes were blinking on either side of its head. It stretched its wings out, digging sharp claws into the branch it sat upon, and looked around.
'Dangerous. Poisonous, carnivore.' Frren whispered, though he didn't really need to in the mental link.
He lead Gratu'Ul around the bird, quietly as he could. He could not take on the bird alone, and he didn't want to shame himself in front of the otherworldly guest. His only objective was to return to the Elder with the guest and claim recognition among the tribesmen. A simple goal.
'See there. One of the hunters of this island,' Frren mentally hissed, his eyes never leaving the flower. 'Camouflaged.'
As if simply to demonstrate its power, the flower shuddered, then stretched. The petals moved apart seamlessly, revealing the actual form of this apparent plantlife to be that of a large, four winged bird. Its beak resembled that of a toucan with serrated edges, and two sets of eyes were blinking on either side of its head. It stretched its wings out, digging sharp claws into the branch it sat upon, and looked around.
'Dangerous. Poisonous, carnivore.' Frren whispered, though he didn't really need to in the mental link.
He lead Gratu'Ul around the bird, quietly as he could. He could not take on the bird alone, and he didn't want to shame himself in front of the otherworldly guest. His only objective was to return to the Elder with the guest and claim recognition among the tribesmen. A simple goal.