Search the forest |Rile|

[zaira]

Zaira

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In the forest, a white wolf sniffed around some overgrown grasses, giving a high pitched yip every now and then. Following the wolf were white horse legs that were speckled with black dots, small hands reaching down to pick the green leafed plant that was in the wolf's mouth. The white wolf licked the girl's hand, his tail swaying furiously behind him.

[/size] "Perfect, Niyla that's what I was looking for" Zaira smiled petting the large white wolf, "Good, but some of the leaves are red in color, not just green?" the wolf asked tilting his head to the side in confusion.

The centaur giggled in response making Niyla whimper in confusion[/color] "Sorry, but I just thought you would remember about this plant, you have only sniffed it out a dozen times. It is called the Beryl Ruby, Meaning green red. It is good form making small potions, and gives it a crimson color" The wolf nodded finally understanding, only to go off looking for a few more of the 'Beryl Ruby'. The centaur shook her head sending dark colored hair in her face covering her dark blue eyes, delicate hands moved through the hair pushing it away from her eyes. The wolf looked at the centaur once more in confusion, before slightly catching on with a wag of his tail.

The wolf bounced in a pup like behavior, although he was far from one. In return Zaria reared her horse body only to reach the ground again, "Alright, are you ready?" she smiled, but the only reply she got was Niyla shifting to his horse form rearing and pawing the ground. The white horse took off before Zaira could say anything else, only to find that where he had took off to was into the bushes of the Mijon. "Niyla, are you okay?" the centaur said in worry, as the animal-shifter changed to his wolf form. and limping out of the large thorned bush.

Zaira laided her horse body down to where Niyla decided to lay, "Niyla, you must be careful" the centaur sighed before murmuring a few words before a golden color of sparks came from her finger tips. The golden sparks surrounded the wolf entering the holes that the bush caused. "It's gunna hurt, the potion" the wolf just smiled as he viewed the sparks that had formed golden hearts all over his body. "Your amazing" [/color][/blockquote]

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[newperson]

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A crashing was heard through the forest. Startled, Rile looked up from his semi-uncomfortable sleeping position on the ground. He had settled up next to a young sapling and leaned his body against it. He preferred not to be sprawled out all over the ground in unfamiliar territory, and he hated it much worse to stand as he slept, as he had a habit of falling over. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked around the forest. Whatever had caused the noise now seemed to be quiet, but it wouldn't be safe to fall back asleep. The forest had seemed so quiet, so peaceful. Apparently Rile had been wrong when he had judged the place the night before. It still seemed like a nice, quiet forest, except for the crashing that had woken him up. He had needed to get up, anyways, and determine which direction he was going to walk.

With great trouble, he stood. Once standing, he proceeded to look over his massive body to pick off various ground debris, like leaves and twigs. After that he tousled his hair and looked about, trying to remember the direction that all the noise had come from. After a moment he closed his eyes and concentrated, unmoving, barely breathing, and waited... his eyes picked up some faint noise. A voice? It cam from his left. Side stepping bushes and trees, staying away from bramble and thickly bushed or treed areas, he found his way to the sound. He stood in the shadow of a tree, not purposely concealing himself, and watched as a young female centaur knelt on the ground next to a white wolf. They were matching, he thought bemusedly. He watched, her unknowing, as she healed some cuts the wolf received on his body. Rile didn't know how the animal had injured itself, but was simply amazed by how much the animal trusted her. It did, however, occur to him that the wolf might not be wild, but a pet.

As the golden sparks drifted, as if on a breeze, from her fingertips and formed small heart shapes over the animal's wounds, she murmured something in a soft voice. Rile felt a bit jealous, knowing he had no magical capabilities, and that he'd never be able to learn. Nobody in his family, from any branch of the family tree, had any magical capabilities. Rile wasn't holding out on the idea that, perhaps, he gained a wild gene. His hoof settled uncomfortably on a small twig, and you could hear a very audible 'snap!' sound, which seemed to echo among the trees in the stillness.

[zaira]

Zaira

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Golden sparks continued to tickle out of her finger tips, as the centaur just smiled worryingly at her companion. Her white speckled tail flicked against the ground, as her nerves began to mend from the look that her wolven friend gave her. A small sigh escaped her lips, as the golden sparks began to subside from her fingers. Funny thing about the healing magic she put on people, it stayed for about an hour or so. The thought made a small chimed giggle play with her voice, looking at the animal-shifter once more, his white fur was tainted by the colors of golden hearts that sparkled around with wounds and within them.

Her train of thought was broken when the harsh sound of a twig, or even a branch snapping under the weight of something. A cruel snarl ripped from Niyla’s throat, as his movement grew coarse as he approached the intruder, the wolf’s ears laid flat and his teeth exposed protecting the girl. Zaira stood up as quick as her white dappled legs would allow her, finally facing the source of the noise. A small gasp took her breath as her sapphire eyes laid eyes upon the male centaur, his features took her breath away for she had never seen a male centaur so handsome. A small shake of her head sent dark strands of hair to cascade over her shoulders, trying to wipe the awe look off her face.

Finnally remembering Niyla, she spoke with an angelic voice,

[/size] ”Niyla, be nice.. I doubt he is going to hurt us, please calm down.” After that the wolf simply backed off, and removed the snarl from his face but kept his ears pinned to his skull. ”I am so sorry for that if he had scared you; Niyla’s just a bit protective.” she spoke once more, approaching the male centaur with caution, stopping a few feet from his body. [/color][/blockquote]

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[newperson]

As soon as the twig snapped beneath the weight of his hooves, the wolf that was being healed jumped up from his position on the ground. Snarling, ears pinned back, and hackles raised, the wolf took an aggressive, defensive stance. The wolf was only protecting the female, so Rile had no problem with it. He wasn't afraid, either, because the wolf was much smaller than him, and could probably be easily beaten. He knew, however, that the wolf would be able to outrun him if it led to that- which it wouldn't. If worst came to worse, Rile would simply defend himself. That never happened, though. The female centaur stood, and looked at him. A framiliar look of shock came over her face when she saw him, as he was used to females swooning at his sight. It really didn't effect him anymore. Back, until he was about 50 years old, when a female was attracted to him he, too, became attracted to her. He lost a lot of self-respect for himself for a while, but slowly gained it back. Now he didn't care who was attracted to him, it mattered little. He realized that they only swooned because the combination of his mother with his father produced the ideal specimen of centaur.

Rile internally swooned at the sight of her, though. There wasn't any denying that she was beautiful, but he made sure that he didn't show outwardly that he was attracted to her, at least physically. Besides, attraction meant very little to him-- there was more to people than that. He smiled a bit, and watched as the wolf backed away at her command. It was a pet, like he had suspected. "No worries," he replied to her comment about being frightened. He could sense the start of an awkward moment. Not wanting that at all, he was quick to try and continue with the conversation. "I, too, am sorry if I startled you. I heard a crash and came to investigate," he smiled a bit.

[zaira]

Zaira

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To the centaur’s surprise, the animal-shifter changed his form the white figure took to the form of a white lion. The girls eyes shifted from the male centaur before her to the now white lion, she was amazed that he did something, which seemed to be out of his comfort zone. He had never shifted before another being, only her, but in reaction a chimed giggle came from her lips. Although the animal-shifter changed his form, the white magic that caused the golden hearts was still tainting the white fur. A white lion, king of the jungle, with golden sparkly hearts on his fur, now that was a sight.

Glad for the giggles, the animal-shifter finally relaxed his defensive posture, just looking at the male with curiosity. Zaira shifted her eyes back to her original target, the centaur before her, hiding her swooning once more. Within the confinements of her mind, she thought of how lovely he was, she never seemed to come across other of her kind anymore. But when she did, never were they as stunning as the male that stood before her, although his coat was the color of the blackened sky at midnight. Making her think of the night that her dad gave her the hideous scar to her side, the girl shook her head, ridding her the thought of that night. His coat was that of a warrior, his body sculpted beautiful, but what did he think of her?

His voice startled her slightly, making her sapphire eyes train on his own. Many would say her eyes where like they where peering into their soul, but what beauty they were. Zaira simply never believed them, she never thought of herself as something attractive, although many said she was.

[/size] ”The crash? Oh Niyla, yes he challenged me to a race, and wasn’t looking in front of him… crashing into the thorned Mijon” Her voice was rambling at the event, knowing that the other centaur could care less about how Niyla hurt himself, giving him a shy smile she wasn’t use to talking to many other people ”My name is… Zaira” The girl spoke softly hesitant to give a total stranger her name. [/color][/blockquote]

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[newperson]

Right before him, the wolf changed into a lion. The beast was majestic, and white as snow, but with odd golden hearts. He assumed that the hearts were part of the magic that the female centaur had used on him, since he remembered seeing golden tendrils snaking their way over the injured wolf's form. Now that it was apparent that the wolf, or lion, was a shapeshifter, he held greater respect for it. He wondered what the story was behind the two of them; it wasn't often that a shapeshifter would stick to anyone, unless that person offered a good life with food, shelter, and all other things a creature would desire. Usually they could look after themselves, but something about the pair made Rile thing that the shapeshifter stuck around the centaur because of an emotional attachment. They must be friends, he thought. Had she saved him? Or had they simply grown up together? Whatever their story was, Rile was sure it was interesting, and would be great told over a fire after a meal had been consumed. The centaur giggled at her pet, a melodious chime that lifted the spirits and brought a smile to his face. So his name was Niyla? Rile nodded to the beast, out of respect.

She then introduced herself. Zaira was her name. It suited her, but Rile didn't even know why. Some people were gifted with naming, and Rile thought that perhaps whoever named her was one of those people. Rile couldn't help but smile, a charming grin displaying his white, straight teeth. He glanced at the ground, and then reached out his hand, once again making eye contact with her. His ruddy brown eyes, shadowed by his masculine brow and thick, dark lashes, met her deep, entrancing sapphire blue eyes. His hand extended to hers, as if offering to shake it, but his palm was held up instead of sideways. He took a step closer, hand still extended, not thinking that the shapeshifter would care.