Post by mitra on Oct 3, 2010 21:47:16 GMT -7
Uncia Becomes A Friend of the Lon Gi
This rp, presented before the time of the Muck's opening (and therefore before Mitra's mate Anvi has gone missing), the Lon Gi offer Uncia their appreciation. I will be playing/NPCing Mitra, Anvi, Turag, his mate Chunni, Nridev, his mate Vedha, and Basu!
To Pranjal, Kavin, and Uncia, you are much needed, or this won't be much of a party! Let's get this thing going.
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LOCATION:
Raging River
The river rages here over boulders in frothy rapids flowing from the west and rushing toward east. Its depth and powerful current make it dangerous for all but the largest beasts -- elephant, rhinoceros, water buffalo and guar -- even during the dry season. Regular monsoons cause it to swell regularly, leaving an exposed, vast bed of rock, boulder and sandbars during the dry season. The steep banks outside of this manage to contain most monsoons, held fast by tangly roots of teak, mango, tea, jambul and other trees and well-rooted brush. This east-west stretch of the river marks the northern edge of a rainforest which continues thickly south of here; not far from the river's edge into this forest lurks a massive Banyan tree, not tall but sprawling out over tens of meters. To the north, the trees are thinner and -- during an offshore breeze -- the stank of peat would indicate a marsh to the north. Downstream to the west, the river can be seen taking a bend southward (toward the southwest of here). A stream to the west and a near sub-horizon to the northwest would indicate a possible lake to the northwest.
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The never-ending song of the river is music to Basu's tufted ears as the scruffy bird circles well above the misty waters. She dips the leading edge of one wing and angles down toward the sprawling banyan on the southern bank, giving out a shrill call. From above, there's not much to see...just a scruffy mop of green, with a fallen tree further south and jungle all around. But this mop of green is very important, and transformed once the bird of prey slips into its cover. Everywhere there are branches, interlaced and overhanging and intertwined, a maze of ups and downs and backs and fronts which she navigates like an old pro...this is familiar territory for her, as a matter of fact. And despite being surrounded by predators, she knows exactly where she's going and shows no concern for the cats which call these branches home.
Turag flicks an ear. "The all clear," he observes quietly to the stately female at his side. It had been to Anvi's credit that his mate had managed to call upon the services of such a worthy creature as an owl. True, the owl had proven herself first, without any interference by the female Mitra, but it was still a boon. He tracks the blur of brown and white as she zips by on the way to her family, smiling gently. He's envious, it's true...they couldn't keep a nursemaid if they tried. Not with his mate's short temper and unpredictable moods. He rises to his feet, moving out to the edge of his branch. As one of the Elders, it's his job to stand above all, so he's taken one of the highest perches in the banyan. It's time.
The female at his side, however, is far less enthused. She growls and flinches ever so slightly as the bird makes her pass, curling a lip. She murmurs something to her mate as she follows him out along the branch, earning for herself a look of disgust. He snarls something back, very brief and terse. Chunni flattens her ears and struggles to put on a happy face, having been reminded that this is a time of joy.
"It looks like Chunni's swallowed a cotton stainer," Anvi whispers to his wife, chuckling softly. He gently nudges her shoulder, if only to enjoy an excuse for touching during a public event. The pair are perched on one of the lowest branches, a symbol of their station. Even though he is Pranjal's son, Anvi shares no special treatment and doesn't seem resentful of this. And it gives them a good view of the clearing just in front of the tree, a sort of bowl area between two massive walls of roots where the real show will be. He can see Nridev and Vedha already in place, and is reasonably sure Kavin and their unusual companion must be somewhere nearby. He moves over just a bit to make room for Basu, tail flicking eagerly.
Mitra giggles as shamelessly as an infatuated cub, ears lying back against her head. "Shameless," she whispers, smiling fondly at her beloved. She leans forward to see around his chest, greeting the owl with an eager "Hello, dear! Good to see you've joined us!" Balancing effortlessly, she extends a claw to brush a feather into place, tsking gently. "Don't you ever groom yourself? Really, you're in the prime of life...it's about time YOU were taking a mate of your own. Aren't you lonely, sitting around a cat's nest all the time and not a nest for yourself? I do worry so..."
"Kavin!" Vedha hisses, casting about for their elusive cub. Of all the times to go missing, at a ceremony caused by his own mischief! The clouded female shifts anxiously, all too aware of the watchful eyes. And now Turag is standing and getting ready to speak, and the Anvis not even paying attention, as usual...one would think those two might finally mature. They'd had more seasons together than Vedha had even been alive, yet they still acted so...mushy. She flares her whiskers in irritation, trying not to pant. One must keep up appearances, after all.
Nridev, speaking of appearances, is all nerves, as well. He sits beside his anxious mate, sitting up as straight as his lanky appearance will let him, waiting for the opening greeting from Turag and letting his eyes drift around, searching for the Widow. These formal speeches always make his sides itch, and he resists the urge to attack himself. All he needs is that Mitra asking his wife if he has fleas again...that was TOO humiliating. And then when he attempted to get assistance from monkeys..he shudders, putting it out of his mind. He'd heard it was the Widow who would bring the snow leopard, but it seems they might be late. Or are they? Hard to tell where the sun's at from down here...and his wife already in a mood. Turag's wife seems to be, too, but that's normal. The hag's always in a mood. Nridev tries not to scowl.
This rp, presented before the time of the Muck's opening (and therefore before Mitra's mate Anvi has gone missing), the Lon Gi offer Uncia their appreciation. I will be playing/NPCing Mitra, Anvi, Turag, his mate Chunni, Nridev, his mate Vedha, and Basu!
To Pranjal, Kavin, and Uncia, you are much needed, or this won't be much of a party! Let's get this thing going.
---
LOCATION:
Raging River
The river rages here over boulders in frothy rapids flowing from the west and rushing toward east. Its depth and powerful current make it dangerous for all but the largest beasts -- elephant, rhinoceros, water buffalo and guar -- even during the dry season. Regular monsoons cause it to swell regularly, leaving an exposed, vast bed of rock, boulder and sandbars during the dry season. The steep banks outside of this manage to contain most monsoons, held fast by tangly roots of teak, mango, tea, jambul and other trees and well-rooted brush. This east-west stretch of the river marks the northern edge of a rainforest which continues thickly south of here; not far from the river's edge into this forest lurks a massive Banyan tree, not tall but sprawling out over tens of meters. To the north, the trees are thinner and -- during an offshore breeze -- the stank of peat would indicate a marsh to the north. Downstream to the west, the river can be seen taking a bend southward (toward the southwest of here). A stream to the west and a near sub-horizon to the northwest would indicate a possible lake to the northwest.
---
The never-ending song of the river is music to Basu's tufted ears as the scruffy bird circles well above the misty waters. She dips the leading edge of one wing and angles down toward the sprawling banyan on the southern bank, giving out a shrill call. From above, there's not much to see...just a scruffy mop of green, with a fallen tree further south and jungle all around. But this mop of green is very important, and transformed once the bird of prey slips into its cover. Everywhere there are branches, interlaced and overhanging and intertwined, a maze of ups and downs and backs and fronts which she navigates like an old pro...this is familiar territory for her, as a matter of fact. And despite being surrounded by predators, she knows exactly where she's going and shows no concern for the cats which call these branches home.
Turag flicks an ear. "The all clear," he observes quietly to the stately female at his side. It had been to Anvi's credit that his mate had managed to call upon the services of such a worthy creature as an owl. True, the owl had proven herself first, without any interference by the female Mitra, but it was still a boon. He tracks the blur of brown and white as she zips by on the way to her family, smiling gently. He's envious, it's true...they couldn't keep a nursemaid if they tried. Not with his mate's short temper and unpredictable moods. He rises to his feet, moving out to the edge of his branch. As one of the Elders, it's his job to stand above all, so he's taken one of the highest perches in the banyan. It's time.
The female at his side, however, is far less enthused. She growls and flinches ever so slightly as the bird makes her pass, curling a lip. She murmurs something to her mate as she follows him out along the branch, earning for herself a look of disgust. He snarls something back, very brief and terse. Chunni flattens her ears and struggles to put on a happy face, having been reminded that this is a time of joy.
"It looks like Chunni's swallowed a cotton stainer," Anvi whispers to his wife, chuckling softly. He gently nudges her shoulder, if only to enjoy an excuse for touching during a public event. The pair are perched on one of the lowest branches, a symbol of their station. Even though he is Pranjal's son, Anvi shares no special treatment and doesn't seem resentful of this. And it gives them a good view of the clearing just in front of the tree, a sort of bowl area between two massive walls of roots where the real show will be. He can see Nridev and Vedha already in place, and is reasonably sure Kavin and their unusual companion must be somewhere nearby. He moves over just a bit to make room for Basu, tail flicking eagerly.
Mitra giggles as shamelessly as an infatuated cub, ears lying back against her head. "Shameless," she whispers, smiling fondly at her beloved. She leans forward to see around his chest, greeting the owl with an eager "Hello, dear! Good to see you've joined us!" Balancing effortlessly, she extends a claw to brush a feather into place, tsking gently. "Don't you ever groom yourself? Really, you're in the prime of life...it's about time YOU were taking a mate of your own. Aren't you lonely, sitting around a cat's nest all the time and not a nest for yourself? I do worry so..."
"Kavin!" Vedha hisses, casting about for their elusive cub. Of all the times to go missing, at a ceremony caused by his own mischief! The clouded female shifts anxiously, all too aware of the watchful eyes. And now Turag is standing and getting ready to speak, and the Anvis not even paying attention, as usual...one would think those two might finally mature. They'd had more seasons together than Vedha had even been alive, yet they still acted so...mushy. She flares her whiskers in irritation, trying not to pant. One must keep up appearances, after all.
Nridev, speaking of appearances, is all nerves, as well. He sits beside his anxious mate, sitting up as straight as his lanky appearance will let him, waiting for the opening greeting from Turag and letting his eyes drift around, searching for the Widow. These formal speeches always make his sides itch, and he resists the urge to attack himself. All he needs is that Mitra asking his wife if he has fleas again...that was TOO humiliating. And then when he attempted to get assistance from monkeys..he shudders, putting it out of his mind. He'd heard it was the Widow who would bring the snow leopard, but it seems they might be late. Or are they? Hard to tell where the sun's at from down here...and his wife already in a mood. Turag's wife seems to be, too, but that's normal. The hag's always in a mood. Nridev tries not to scowl.
