#m. tuane

[soratia]

plotted starter . @kreasura​

   many nights of poor sleep ensued thanks to him. ever since Mari returned to her domain, it’s been a long & arduous (mostly boring) monologue given by wizard to what he considered, his best friend. his adventures were told in full details, taking at least a few hours to finish one... and for other to start. truthfully, snake could have asked him to halt it all or to just summarize quickly for her — her focus is impeccable, but even if she had her limits. however, sparkles that come from opaque white eyes, gestures after gestures being made excitedly & tone that never loses cheerfulness only let her sigh and gesture for merman to continue his tales.

   features only react when unknown name comes to table, one brow upward and other downward, lips showing unpleasant feeling. her nature is overly suspicious, doubtful and it has become worse with Mari as a friend — naive & innocent child, you don’t belong in this cruel world, woman often thought. she knows the friend she has acquired and of his gullible nature. and it’s in the final night of storytime that Tuane will express her worries, only getting negative nods from male and getting, against own will, to meet said unknown person.

   it all compiles to that: serpentine being never one to smile much but features now looked particularly sour thanks to lack of sleep and disregards that brew inside mind. counterbalancing her is Mari, cheerful, bubbly and definitely walking towards meeting place arms in arms with bitter snake. however, when male senses presence of undead, he let go immediately and starts to wave & walk towards Krost, smile from ear-to-ear but alas — movements halt when Tuane pulls friend back by arm, earning a completely confused look from merman.

   chocolate eyes squint, her vision is poor thanks to reptile origin but nose picks scent — it burns nostrils and certainly resembles Cesar’s, no wonder Mari confused both at the beginning. all the more to doubt stranger, given Cesar’s personality & origin. “ Tuane ~ ! ” a whine cuts her thoughts short, “ until when are you going to hold me?! it’s Krost! the person I told you about! ” cheeks puffing and legs still trying to move forward, though weakly.

      “ I know, I know, fishie — and I’m so sorry, ” her voice, despite horrible appearance, is soft and slim fingers squish both Mari’s cheeks but that all changes the next second, “ but I don’t trust him. ” grave, serious. she keeps holding Mari, male’s expression changing from confusion to surprise. “ Mari is too naive and he believes many, too many. what are your intentions, living dead? ” and her words are sharp, daggers.

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@gebeleixis ; cont.

   it took her only a phrase and an instant to regret reaching for the other. a, she could have just gone her way around that terrible, terrible weather but alas — her mouth had to open, and to receive such a remark back... well, one reaps what they sow.

      “ you wish. ” she’ll answer back, almost letting a hiss escape through sharp canines when wind blew stronger, curse this weather! “ I just found it odd, that’s all. ” honesty, a trait of hers. “ I don’t quite remember seeing animals with fangs such as those. ” index points to a couple that adorned male’s neck.

      “ where did you get them from? ” she’ll let her curiosity take her reigns, hoping not to receive another witty remark.

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cont. from here . @armazeilor​

   mind still curses waves of cold that run past them, there’s no way for her to intimidate him when shivering down like that! argh! the disrespect...! she’s a being of scales & flames, how utterly insulting...! a hiss is all she musters when shoulder is touched, no fog or mist coming from plump lips — her blood runs cold and herself probably much colder.

      “ j-just because you’re i-in your element doesn’t give you the right to... to — A-ACHOO! ” phrase threatening but soft sound of sneeze that comes afterward breaks, again, her intimidation.

      “ y-you...! ” tone is angrier by the minute, although male has nothing to do with the cold that assaults her (or so she believes). “ w-w-what do you want, wizard? s-spit it out already! ” fangs more visible than ever, brows forming a frown between them.

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@noctispostmortem ; starter call

   she was curious and truly, she tried to adjust to that city’s activities. but the people and the cacophony had proven too much to her — her foul mood and a tad dizzy were all thanks to that. shaking head left and right, locks hitting face while doing so, she wants to endure. sitting in the nearest bench, eyes watching people pulling an all-nighter in the streets... screaming drunken songs... a sigh.

      “ is it always like this? noisy even during the nights? ” so different from her home.

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@playfulcrow ; cont. from here x

      “ ... Phan...? ” creature finds difficulty to mumble even the first syllables, already forgetting the rest of such a strange word, though it does help her concrete past thoughts, although she was already very much certain of that just by looking at clothing alone — a foreigner.

   her barefeet sink into muddied ground, steps taken are small and cautious, snake stopping a meter or so away from man, the same serious expression shown ever since senses acknowledged his presence inside her domain.

      “ native? ah — yes, you could say that. ” woman responds, fingertips now playing with black colored piercings, “ they call me Boitata, but Tuane will do nicely, stranger. ” arms cross over chest, eyes locked with his, “ if you could state your name and whatever it is you’re doing inside this forest, it’d help me tremendously. ” it was her job to protect this place, after all.