Catching Moonbeams

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Windswept leaves formed patterns all over the bogs which drew his eyes from one to the next. In this random motion, a slight glimmer stood out for it was not the reflection cast by water; but that done by metal. The soft fog encompassed everything. Trees, rocks, animals, and men alike all carried the aura of hazy moisture. However, it was not thick enough to keep the moons beams from bouncing off of every pool and shiny object.

One such object now held his attention. In his mind, he had decided it best to hide but his imagination had once again gotten the best of him. Hopping quickly from the ugly tree truck he had been clinging to, the figure emerged as nothing more than a shadow. Darting quickly and aptly over the bogs wet and unstable surface, his steps were very nearly silent save for an occasional tiny splash.

Having taken no time at all to reach the glinting item, the shadow of the man devoured the reflector into his attire and made an identical trip back to his hiding place. The tree, though ugly, held the best vantage point over the whole plain. Once he was tucked safely back in his makeshift shelter; he breathed a sigh of relief. When he went to retrieve the item he had plucked from the murky earth, his blood turned cold.

It was the most horrible and terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life.


**OOC** This is a completely open-ended RP. The next person feel free to jump in and take the story where you please. I only ask that you keep it simple as far as using disciplines and abilities. ~Monkey
 
ooc: the response is the hard part. If it is to weird let me know.

The sound of someone being born. Well figuratively in this case. It was a thunderous scream and mixture of disgusting squelches and noises from the bog itself. The bog up heaved spraying dirt and muck everywhere. Then you saw it, first the shape of a head. Covered in muck, but no mistake what it was. Followed by shoulders and arms. The site was as if the bog was pushing the creature up from the earth. Bony fingers clung to the ground as it helped pull itself free. Until finally the beast managed to crawl unto the base of a tree trunk,your tree trunk. The theing wiped bog filth from it's face and looked at you. Purple eyes try to meet your gaze and in a soft voice asks,"who are you?"
 
Tuloth watched in horror and morbid amazement at the source of the sound. It had erupted directly below him. He shifted only slight but did not dare to remove his focus from the gargling earth. The planet was heaving one of its own; free to roam the surface.

When the head rose and the grim of the moor was removed, a quick breath slipped into the lungs of the strange elf. An eerie purple gaze looked into his silver eyes with as much tumult as the night sky. ‘Who are you?’ The voice was so soft, Tuloth wasn’t sure if the creature had spoken aloud or telepathically. “Who am I?” The sound of his own voice finally broke Tuloth from the trance brought on by the sudden arrival of his new friend.

I am Tuloth.” He didn’t really feel afraid of this being. The aura surrounding it seemed neutral if not even open. There was a great deal of energy surrounding the location of the unlikely strangers. More claps of thunder were accented by a few shards of lightning ripping through the darkness. Each illumination allowed for further examination of the physical specimen below Tuloth. He was sitting calmly on the branch again with a hand on either side of him and his legs tucked underneath.



 
The shape of the creature was definitely...female. She had the build of a young woman of undetermined race. When the muck brushed away it reveled purplish pink hair. She stood up the only clothing the mud the earth gave her. "Pleased to meet you Tuloth, I am...." she trailed off. Then her eyes had a glint of realization. "Oh dear,I don't have a name,"she replies.
 
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