Post by KanokFelna on May 27, 2011 18:55:03 GMT -5
Zenke'winsi moved slowly through the forest floor. His bow held in his left hand, a pair of arrows clasped to the primitive ranged weapon, and his form bowed over in a tight crouch. His chin nearly touching the soft fertile ground as he inhaled the scents of the wood. The fingers of his right hand splayed out into an area of bio-luminescent grasses, his movements making the plants alight with a soft green glow. The light cascading outward roughly with his controlled breathing.
Something foul drifted gently on the air. A sharp stink of methane, faint but present, that floats as soft as silk on the nearly imperceptible breeze.
Zenke'winsi smirked and jumped up, leaping from his low crouch like his body was made of springs, and came down as gracefully as a nantang. He broke into a run a nanosecond later. His lithe, slender form straining the long musculature, his limbs extended as he lept over root and planimal, his form fluid as water as he glided over the terrestrial environment.
In due time he came to a place where a large pxayzekwä had recently reproduced. The sting of the methane explosion still clung in the lightly stirred air, and a few of the buds ejected by the gas cloud were still drifting lazily down from the shadowy heights.
The young warrior smiled and stepped lightly over to a small collection of the buds. There he knelt down and picked up a fist sized bulb. The bow and arrows set beside him he dusted the vegetation off and then gleefully took a big bite of the somewhat bland, but very nutricious, flesh of the plant.
He smiled, purred to hinmself with contended delight, and continued to snack on the bounty of Eywa.
((OOC - pxayzekwä = spiny whisp)
Something foul drifted gently on the air. A sharp stink of methane, faint but present, that floats as soft as silk on the nearly imperceptible breeze.
Zenke'winsi smirked and jumped up, leaping from his low crouch like his body was made of springs, and came down as gracefully as a nantang. He broke into a run a nanosecond later. His lithe, slender form straining the long musculature, his limbs extended as he lept over root and planimal, his form fluid as water as he glided over the terrestrial environment.
In due time he came to a place where a large pxayzekwä had recently reproduced. The sting of the methane explosion still clung in the lightly stirred air, and a few of the buds ejected by the gas cloud were still drifting lazily down from the shadowy heights.
The young warrior smiled and stepped lightly over to a small collection of the buds. There he knelt down and picked up a fist sized bulb. The bow and arrows set beside him he dusted the vegetation off and then gleefully took a big bite of the somewhat bland, but very nutricious, flesh of the plant.
He smiled, purred to hinmself with contended delight, and continued to snack on the bounty of Eywa.
((OOC - pxayzekwä = spiny whisp)