[This was for everyone searching. The anger and confusion that seemed to permeate only seemed stronger now from the mother owl's rage. She'd danced until her feet ached, and fought until she was sore. But she wouldn't stop. Madhuri had seen too much despair back home to let everything falter, even in a dream world. People existed here. They mattered.
So she went hunting for those eggs, and would see to the harsh punishment of the thieves responsible. Her eyes gleamed as she moved quickly atop a grassy knoll, her voice lifting and filling the air. The wind stirred and strange flowers that bloomed every color fought to rise beneath her heels and slowly formed a field within radius of her. She'll be this godsdamned beacon!]
Our song of hope, she dances on the wind Higher, oh higher
E'er our vows endure and remain forever strong Standing tall in the dark do we carry on-
[Something sparkled in the distance. Now's your chance! Will you follow it? She seemed to be moving in pursuit, the flowers sprouting in the prints she left in the grass.]
On wings of hope, you rise up through the night Higher, oh higher
Carrying our song, cradled fast within your arms, That its chorus might ring for all!
[She moved swifter. Those who overhear may feel an odd swiftness of foot, a sharpness in the senses... was Madhuri some form of bard? Jury's out on that.]
[II. Snoyote Hunting]
[For the first time in so long, Madhuri clutched the red crystal in her hand and felt a flood of old, familiar emotions sweep over her mind. If it were given a voice, it would have said, "It's about fucking time, girl... NOW will you call on me?"
With a rush of light, she swapped from Dancer to Warrior. Frills and skirts made way for leather and furs, heeled boots ending in hooked claws and a pelt sash that ended in a long, fluffy tail that seemed to move on its own.]
...I'll keep them busy! Grab that egg and check if it's safe.
[Time to enrage. Focus. Your foes are ahead of you. The whites of her eyes inked over into black as she noticed the three snoyotes were beginning a formation. Purple irises burned amid the dark as the xaela bellowed a warning roar, the sound far too animal to be something from her vocal cords. The snoyotes momentarily froze, heads high in alarm. She didn't give them time to process any further than that, as she hunkered her body low and rushed them, a battleaxe as big as she is grasped in both hands.]
[III. Toxic]
[The issue with sinking deep into the thrill of battle was the aftermath, the coming back down to earth after that high. It reminded her of all the little aches from blows taken, her adrenaline starting to ebb. It reminded her that, somewhere in clashing with any and all of the egg thieves she came across, one had managed to tag her left hip, a hefty graze with venomous fangs.
It was like her left leg was growing heavy as concrete. She used her axe as a crutch, maintaining her balance as something precious lie wrapped under the other arm: She'd found another egg. She'd lost count of how many she'd tracked down...]
Go... get this back to its mother...
[She would all but thrust the egg into your hands.]
I'll hold off any of the hunters that come sniffing. I can give you that much, at least...
Madhuri Qalli | OTA
[This was for everyone searching. The anger and confusion that seemed to permeate only seemed stronger now from the mother owl's rage. She'd danced until her feet ached, and fought until she was sore. But she wouldn't stop. Madhuri had seen too much despair back home to let everything falter, even in a dream world. People existed here. They mattered.
So she went hunting for those eggs, and would see to the harsh punishment of the thieves responsible. Her eyes gleamed as she moved quickly atop a grassy knoll, her voice lifting and filling the air. The wind stirred and strange flowers that bloomed every color fought to rise beneath her heels and slowly formed a field within radius of her. She'll be this godsdamned beacon!]
Higher, oh higher
E'er our vows endure and remain forever strong
Standing tall in the dark do we carry on-
[Something sparkled in the distance. Now's your chance! Will you follow it? She seemed to be moving in pursuit, the flowers sprouting in the prints she left in the grass.]
Higher, oh higher
Carrying our song, cradled fast within your arms,
That its chorus might ring for all!
[She moved swifter. Those who overhear may feel an odd swiftness of foot, a sharpness in the senses... was Madhuri some form of bard? Jury's out on that.]
[II. Snoyote Hunting]
[For the first time in so long, Madhuri clutched the red crystal in her hand and felt a flood of old, familiar emotions sweep over her mind. If it were given a voice, it would have said, "It's about fucking time, girl... NOW will you call on me?"
With a rush of light, she swapped from Dancer to Warrior. Frills and skirts made way for leather and furs, heeled boots ending in hooked claws and a pelt sash that ended in a long, fluffy tail that seemed to move on its own.]
...I'll keep them busy! Grab that egg and check if it's safe.
[Time to enrage. Focus. Your foes are ahead of you. The whites of her eyes inked over into black as she noticed the three snoyotes were beginning a formation. Purple irises burned amid the dark as the xaela bellowed a warning roar, the sound far too animal to be something from her vocal cords. The snoyotes momentarily froze, heads high in alarm. She didn't give them time to process any further than that, as she hunkered her body low and rushed them, a battleaxe as big as she is grasped in both hands.]
[III. Toxic]
[The issue with sinking deep into the thrill of battle was the aftermath, the coming back down to earth after that high. It reminded her of all the little aches from blows taken, her adrenaline starting to ebb. It reminded her that, somewhere in clashing with any and all of the egg thieves she came across, one had managed to tag her left hip, a hefty graze with venomous fangs.
It was like her left leg was growing heavy as concrete. She used her axe as a crutch, maintaining her balance as something precious lie wrapped under the other arm: She'd found another egg. She'd lost count of how many she'd tracked down...]
Go... get this back to its mother...
[She would all but thrust the egg into your hands.]
I'll hold off any of the hunters that come sniffing. I can give you that much, at least...