|
Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 22, 2009 20:43:55 GMT -5
They moved slowly through the fog, Ulket keeping the butt of his spear to the ground as he walked. He kept looking over Lillians clothing and suddenly it came to him, the sudden tower of mist, the stranger clothing and language, she WAS one of those that walk in sleep. He struggled with this for a long momment, almost missing the lurking figures following them. The fog falls to its former statesettling just at the knees. Quick spurts and squals of fog roll between the trees behind them as they move forward.
|
|
|
Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 24, 2009 19:55:50 GMT -5
She touched his shoulder, trying to keep up with him.
"How much farther?" She wondered aloud.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 24, 2009 20:07:10 GMT -5
"Uda Lillian."He says turning his head slightly over his shoulder to look at her. The figures in the fog make small clicking sounds, and warbles as they got close and then darted away.
"Omamygue"Ulket says before placing his finger to his lips and making a 'shhhh' sound.
|
|
|
Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 24, 2009 20:55:09 GMT -5
She walked a bit faster, holding onto his shoulder.
Her eyes wandered over the fog. Whatever this Omamygue was it was giving her the creeps.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 25, 2009 19:29:26 GMT -5
All at once Ulket stopped and dropped to his knee pulling Lillian with him, then he got to his hands and knees almost pressing himself against the wet dirt, placing a hand on Lillians back making her do thw same. A long light blue neck rises from the fog some fifteen feet ahead of them, the head bobbed back and forth sniffing. A thin slightly fogged peice of skin folds over the Omamygue eyes before dipping back under its buttom eyelid. It let out a low rolling hiss, moving in a squirming pattern through the fog off to their right before sinking back into the fog. This beasts hiss was echoed and answered by its companions skulking around in the fog.
There where a total of six answers which ment there where probably seven of these things in the fog somewhere. Ulket slowly gets back up on his hands and knees moving slowly, rising gradualy to a slouched possition signaling Lillian to follow behind hin, he puts his finger to his lips again turning to her.
|
|
|
Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 25, 2009 19:51:40 GMT -5
Internally freaking out she followed Ulket. The Omamygue was one of the uglies and strangest things she had ever seen. Even in Australia she had never seen a reptile as large as this one.
She hoped he knew what he was doing. Lillian had a feeling he did, she had a feeling that she could trust him.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 25, 2009 20:06:48 GMT -5
The dense swamps, and fog began to lighten the farther they went. The mountain range in the distance began to look small once they reslized they where in a basin. A heavily vine stranggled wall stood before then and escape from this fog choked land.
"Lillian Asende Uda."Ulket says patting his hand against the vine covered wall.
|
|
|
Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 25, 2009 20:15:27 GMT -5
She pointed upward. "Asende?" She asked.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 25, 2009 20:25:00 GMT -5
'Asunde" Ulket repeats nodding. Astablishing word meanings is simple but using them in the right context was something only someone who's had experience if language could do, we all know how hard that first month of a foriegn language is.
So far Lillian had the vocabulary to say 'go' 'walk' 'move' 'go/walk up' 'go/walk down' 'Omamygue' and of corse her name as well Ulket's. Ulket helps her to reach the first vine able to support her weight. They heard a loud warble echo through the fog followed by multiple screechs. A slight glance backward revealed eight Omamygue rushing towards the vined wall slithering through the fog, their small legs pushing them forward at a encridible speed.
|
|
|
Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 25, 2009 20:46:39 GMT -5
She began to climb, trying not to make to many struggling noises. She kept reaching upward, struggling upward. She wasn't particularly athletic, but hadn't been completely inactive (at least not before the thousands of years in the pod). She inched her way upwards none the less, not too slowly.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 25, 2009 21:34:27 GMT -5
Ulket quick scales the vines behind her with a agility unseen in the modern area. This is what early man had been, only olympic athletes possessed such skill naturaly but here it was rule of thumb that the strong survived and that lead to choice breeding which gave you this near perfect physical human specimen.
He eventualy gave way to rush as the Omamygue grew to close for comfort sliding himself somehow between Lillian and the wall. He held her arms around his neck and thrust himself forward, giving a small grunt everytime he had to pull himself up with his injured arm. His arm gropes at the ledge abovequickly hoisting them to it his entire upperbody and Lillians as well onto the flat grassy surface. The shorter, thicker trees presenting their roots as perfect grips for him to finish pulling them both up. But as he attenpts to get up pushing up with his arms he collapses the wound on his arm had gotten so bad that a thick greenish slime rolled down his arm under the cloth bandages, the signs of infection bore heavily on his arm now, thick, swollen and beet red. It was clear that he was in pain, yet he kept trying to get up.
|
|
|
Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 27, 2009 20:52:37 GMT -5
She put her arm underneath his shoulder, getting as firm a grip as she could and pulled him up. As soon as he was safely out of the vines and on the level surface she took his hand. Slowly she lifted his injured arm. She didn't bother asking if he was in pain, she could see it on his face.
Lillian pulled the towel from around her neck and used part of it to wipe the infected, pussy ooze away. She tugged for a while and managed to rip a strip of cloth. "Change?" She asked pointing to the bandages unsure.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 27, 2009 20:59:55 GMT -5
Ulket wouldn't let up that it hurt every time the towel rubbed near the wound. At her word he looks at the strip of towel and then to the makeshift bandage on his arm. Slowly and tediously undoing it he pulls it away to reveal a nasty, puss ridden, swollen mess. Yellow pockets of infection could be seen just under the flesh, a major health hazard if not delt with properly and before they get worse. As he attempts to tie the strip of towel onto his arm one of the pockets bursts and another large ruch of ooze rolls down his arm.
Ulket relaxed after tieing the towel strip, his face flush with fever, breathing starting to get labored.
|
|