Post by Zeppelin on Mar 21, 2016 23:21:30 GMT -5
Zeppelin was napping in a rather short tree. She’d worn herself out during the morning when she tried to give chase to a sizeable snake she’d seen sunbathing. The little guy put up quite the quite the challenge with his cunning evasion methods, but Zeppelin was hungry for garter on a stick- and she was determined to eat him by noon. No amount of quiet footsteps and snares would trick the serpentine contender, and she probably looked pretty silly when she tried to pounce on him a few times. Her luck was grim and she accepted defeat grudgingly when she began yawning.
The tree of choice was a young silver maple with three forks sitting close together; perhaps the cradle of the branches met four feet from the ground- short enough for her to scamper up with ease. Zeppelin was always considered rather small compared to the rest of the people she was constantly surrounded with, but sometimes her puny stature came in handy whereas their height would handicap them. Like now, when she could curl herself into a ball and squeeze her way into the arms of the tree snugly enough to be safe from falling yet loose enough for to be comfortable.
She didn’t know how long she had been dozing before something woke her up. A sharp breeze prompted her eyes to fly open and her body to shiver at the cold stroke of the wind. Zeppelin blinked away the sleep from her eyes and chanced a glance around the sparse woods. She turned her half-lidded gaze toward the East when she heard a soft rustle and met the unblinking eyes of her escaped breakfast.
She had chased him for so long during the early hours that she named him- the bane of her waning energy. Zeppelin had no weapons besides the pile of junk in her hide out, and her shift form was useless against his small slithering body- she’d already tried to trample him to no avail quite early in the chase.
He seemed to be watching her with intent, and she liked to imagine that he was mocking her so that she didn’t feel so bad for trying to eat him. Zeppelin slowly uncurled herself and began to slide from the tree while Hotupa stayed as still as a statue, flicking his tongue out to taste the shifting air. Her feet touched the ground and still he didn’t move, but that was just his way. He would let her get close enough to snatch him up before he bolted into some bush. Zeppelin took a deep breath and readied herself to try once more. She squared her shoulders and bent into a runner’s stance while Hotupa coiled up. One, two- swoosh- the two of them were bounding and slithering into an oncoming breeze. Zeppelin shouted a rather guttural war cry and dove after him when he was a mere two feet away; she skidded into the wet ground with a grunt and snatched at the empty air with a strangled sound of irritation when he slunk out of her reach.
“It’s the circle of life, Noti Hotupa- you can’t avoid it forever!”
She shouted after him when he disappeared into another small thicket. Zeppelin huffed to herself and planted her already filthy face into the dirt in defeat. She would have to gather fungus and berries to eat now, which took considerably more time because of the amount she had to consume to stave off hunger. Zeppelin lay in the cool dirt for a few moments longer before she picked herself up into an upright position with a curious expression of her face. She must have been pretty exhausted to not realize the change of terrain around her now. She had been trailing Hotupa in a north-eastern direction the whole time and it brought them to some sort of dilapidated waterfront. She could see some monstrous… thing sticking out of the water too far away for her eyes to identify and directly around her was a long stretch of dock that ran on either side of her position. She could see some tough-looking buildings dotted along the wooden walks and some miscellaneous barrels and crates; other than that it seemed relatively peaceful.
Zeppelin couldn’t help but wonder about her breakfast and the coincidence that lay before her- was Noti Hotupa even an actual snake? Or was he a rational being that brought her here on a conscious decision? She glanced behind her at the sparse patch of old trees that she emerged from and found nobody there- but he might be watching her all the same. Maybe he lured her there to sneak up on her and push her into the water… or maybe he was just a snake. Zeppelin kept her diligent guard up just in case her suspicions proved correct and began to explore this new territory.
She took some time to rummage through the barrels and crates, and she poked her head into a few buildings before discovering that nothing would bear fruit. She was getting tired again from her most recent excursion and lack of nourishment, so she decided to take a break by climbing on the rusty roof of a wide warehouse with the aid of stacked crates. Once she was up, she took care to be as quiet as possible on the off chance that a person was around while she settled herself on the flat expanse of her perch. It was very pretty- the water- and she could see now that the breaching beasts were actually boats; one colossal ship was submerged halfway into the water. She had the urge to get onto the boat and have a look around; surely she could find something in there… she could even try to catch a fish once she fashioned some form of net or line. And what, exactly, was beyond the bay? It looked to be an ordinary ocean, but where did the water stop? Was it a way out? Could she build a boat and attempt the journey? Zeppelin let her mind drift off with the considerable possibilities that lay before her when she was suddenly snapped to attention by a movement out of her peripheral.
She stilled herself and slowly rotated her head to the left in order to get a read on whatever was there. It was a person by the shape and of an unknown sex by the unidentifiable features. Ha! She finally found one. Zeppelin knew she wasn’t alone. Still, she did not let her hopes get too high. He or she was probably aggressive, and would most likely rip her to pieces before trying to scavenge off of her corpse- the upmost care had to be executed while she studied her new quarry.
She held her breath and lay on her belly to drag her light weight over the rough material of the roof; she made it to the edge at a snail’s pace and kept her head low so that he likely could not spot her. Zeppelin peeked over the lip of the roof cautiously to take the person into consideration with more ease than before.
Zeppelin was covered in sweat, mud, grass, bugs, branches, and all other manner of things; her location was well away from the man at a good twenty-five yards or more- she felt thoroughly out of sight and scent to be able to watch without him noticing. She ventured a quick look of the man while she lay on the warm roof; he seemed quite unconcerned with what was going on around him and didn’t seem to be in a rush to do anything, she deduced from his relaxed position that he wouldn’t be moving too soon- so she studied the his features while she waited for his next move.
He was an extremely handsome specimen, Zeppelin never really looked at any males or females due to the fact that outsiders were isolated well enough that she never really set eyes on them; so she was having fun picking apart his features and figuring out why he was attractive. He wasn’t really doing anything else of interest, after all. His frame was pleasing, sure- big and athletic and distinctly masculine; that was an obvious thing. He was quite tanned as well, but still white enough to be exotic to her eyes. Zeppelin decided that his face was almost perfectly symmetrical, his mouth matched his nose- those ratios matched his eyes, his jaw, his chin, and so-fourth. The long waves didn’t hurt his cause, either.
She planted her hands flatly while she watched the man in the event that she would have to move quickly.
The tree of choice was a young silver maple with three forks sitting close together; perhaps the cradle of the branches met four feet from the ground- short enough for her to scamper up with ease. Zeppelin was always considered rather small compared to the rest of the people she was constantly surrounded with, but sometimes her puny stature came in handy whereas their height would handicap them. Like now, when she could curl herself into a ball and squeeze her way into the arms of the tree snugly enough to be safe from falling yet loose enough for to be comfortable.
She didn’t know how long she had been dozing before something woke her up. A sharp breeze prompted her eyes to fly open and her body to shiver at the cold stroke of the wind. Zeppelin blinked away the sleep from her eyes and chanced a glance around the sparse woods. She turned her half-lidded gaze toward the East when she heard a soft rustle and met the unblinking eyes of her escaped breakfast.
She had chased him for so long during the early hours that she named him- the bane of her waning energy. Zeppelin had no weapons besides the pile of junk in her hide out, and her shift form was useless against his small slithering body- she’d already tried to trample him to no avail quite early in the chase.
He seemed to be watching her with intent, and she liked to imagine that he was mocking her so that she didn’t feel so bad for trying to eat him. Zeppelin slowly uncurled herself and began to slide from the tree while Hotupa stayed as still as a statue, flicking his tongue out to taste the shifting air. Her feet touched the ground and still he didn’t move, but that was just his way. He would let her get close enough to snatch him up before he bolted into some bush. Zeppelin took a deep breath and readied herself to try once more. She squared her shoulders and bent into a runner’s stance while Hotupa coiled up. One, two- swoosh- the two of them were bounding and slithering into an oncoming breeze. Zeppelin shouted a rather guttural war cry and dove after him when he was a mere two feet away; she skidded into the wet ground with a grunt and snatched at the empty air with a strangled sound of irritation when he slunk out of her reach.
“It’s the circle of life, Noti Hotupa- you can’t avoid it forever!”
She shouted after him when he disappeared into another small thicket. Zeppelin huffed to herself and planted her already filthy face into the dirt in defeat. She would have to gather fungus and berries to eat now, which took considerably more time because of the amount she had to consume to stave off hunger. Zeppelin lay in the cool dirt for a few moments longer before she picked herself up into an upright position with a curious expression of her face. She must have been pretty exhausted to not realize the change of terrain around her now. She had been trailing Hotupa in a north-eastern direction the whole time and it brought them to some sort of dilapidated waterfront. She could see some monstrous… thing sticking out of the water too far away for her eyes to identify and directly around her was a long stretch of dock that ran on either side of her position. She could see some tough-looking buildings dotted along the wooden walks and some miscellaneous barrels and crates; other than that it seemed relatively peaceful.
Zeppelin couldn’t help but wonder about her breakfast and the coincidence that lay before her- was Noti Hotupa even an actual snake? Or was he a rational being that brought her here on a conscious decision? She glanced behind her at the sparse patch of old trees that she emerged from and found nobody there- but he might be watching her all the same. Maybe he lured her there to sneak up on her and push her into the water… or maybe he was just a snake. Zeppelin kept her diligent guard up just in case her suspicions proved correct and began to explore this new territory.
She took some time to rummage through the barrels and crates, and she poked her head into a few buildings before discovering that nothing would bear fruit. She was getting tired again from her most recent excursion and lack of nourishment, so she decided to take a break by climbing on the rusty roof of a wide warehouse with the aid of stacked crates. Once she was up, she took care to be as quiet as possible on the off chance that a person was around while she settled herself on the flat expanse of her perch. It was very pretty- the water- and she could see now that the breaching beasts were actually boats; one colossal ship was submerged halfway into the water. She had the urge to get onto the boat and have a look around; surely she could find something in there… she could even try to catch a fish once she fashioned some form of net or line. And what, exactly, was beyond the bay? It looked to be an ordinary ocean, but where did the water stop? Was it a way out? Could she build a boat and attempt the journey? Zeppelin let her mind drift off with the considerable possibilities that lay before her when she was suddenly snapped to attention by a movement out of her peripheral.
She stilled herself and slowly rotated her head to the left in order to get a read on whatever was there. It was a person by the shape and of an unknown sex by the unidentifiable features. Ha! She finally found one. Zeppelin knew she wasn’t alone. Still, she did not let her hopes get too high. He or she was probably aggressive, and would most likely rip her to pieces before trying to scavenge off of her corpse- the upmost care had to be executed while she studied her new quarry.
She held her breath and lay on her belly to drag her light weight over the rough material of the roof; she made it to the edge at a snail’s pace and kept her head low so that he likely could not spot her. Zeppelin peeked over the lip of the roof cautiously to take the person into consideration with more ease than before.
Zeppelin was covered in sweat, mud, grass, bugs, branches, and all other manner of things; her location was well away from the man at a good twenty-five yards or more- she felt thoroughly out of sight and scent to be able to watch without him noticing. She ventured a quick look of the man while she lay on the warm roof; he seemed quite unconcerned with what was going on around him and didn’t seem to be in a rush to do anything, she deduced from his relaxed position that he wouldn’t be moving too soon- so she studied the his features while she waited for his next move.
He was an extremely handsome specimen, Zeppelin never really looked at any males or females due to the fact that outsiders were isolated well enough that she never really set eyes on them; so she was having fun picking apart his features and figuring out why he was attractive. He wasn’t really doing anything else of interest, after all. His frame was pleasing, sure- big and athletic and distinctly masculine; that was an obvious thing. He was quite tanned as well, but still white enough to be exotic to her eyes. Zeppelin decided that his face was almost perfectly symmetrical, his mouth matched his nose- those ratios matched his eyes, his jaw, his chin, and so-fourth. The long waves didn’t hurt his cause, either.
She planted her hands flatly while she watched the man in the event that she would have to move quickly.
