A Moving Conflict

[Irati]

<sub>A Frepdi had just began to wake up from a nap. Her red eyes opened lazily before giving a yawn, showing of the bony structures in them. Irati noticed that the sun had changed it's course as she had slept. The pale creature gave a small growl, now she had to move from her perch.

She tried to pinpoint the closet and easiest ray of sunlight to get to, so she won't starve tonight. The closest was a few feet away, which would take forever to get to, considering her lack legs. She sighed and began to move.

First, Irati tried to move by inching forward. Ever seen a walrus move on land? Well, it kinda looked like that, but slower and stumpy limb turning circles at her sides. Soon she got sick of it and lashed her long tail forward, it grabbed onto a stable rock. Coiling around it, she pulled forth, causing her body to turn behind her as she dragged herself along. There has to be a better way to get where she was going...</sub>

[Marie]

The young Wyrdelm walked slowly about the Jungle. This was new terrain to him, and he was having a hard time getting around. Opening his eyes all he could see was a blur of vibrant colors. He was sure that it was a marvelous and beautiful place, but sadly he could not tell for himself. Frustrated he closed his eyes again.

His feet dragged on the ground as he made sure the path was clear, his short stumpy stail swayed back and forth behind him. The flowers on his back seemed to fit in perfectly with all the bright flowers about him. They were all red and the center on his back was a deep royal blue. Letting out a low rumbling sound he stopped walking as his head hit something.

Moving his head up and down, on the object, softly he could feel its rough surface. This thing before him must of been either a tree or a rock. Shaking his head he backed up and opened his eyes. There was green all around it, but the most obvious color to him was a medium grey. So it must of been a rock.. right?

Sniffing the air he scented a new smell. It was a creature he had never met before, but what could it be? It did not smell anything like the Oaktalon he had met earlier or of his own kind. Using his telepathy powers he spoke out to anyone that was around him. "Who goes there?" He let out a soft grunt, and stomped his feet on the ground.