[PRP] Wastelands are Paradise [Mlinzi x Aketch]

[Depawsit]

Just another typical day for this old rogue, lying in the sun. His tan pelt absorbing the rays of sunshine and he dozed in and out of consciousness. He hated to admit it, since he'd always chosen to steer clear of these clay grounds. But, he sorta liked it out here. It was ... peaceful .. in the no one around for miles sorta way,

Something tickled the male's nose, causing him it to shrivel quickly into sneeze formation. His maw opened wide as a large sneeze quaked from his mane to his tail. Leaving a frumpy look to his mane. As the sneeze and its after chills subsided, he found the source of his ferocious noise. A dust cloud, not too far off into the distance.

He squinted his eyes in an attempt to see past the slowly fading debris, and he could have sworn he'd seen wings.

A god? Goddess?

It wasn't everyday that one came across such a fascinating individual. Though he hated to just barge up to them and over react like some crazed fanatic. Instead he pulled himself to his feet with a stretch and a yawn. Perhaps, if he approached slowly, they wouldn't be offended by his presence.

As he made his approach he could more accurately see his target. It appeared to be a female, with gazelle horns?! Not to say it was the strangest god he'd ever bumped into, but fascinating none the less.

"Pardon the intrusion." He paused both his speech and his movements. "But I noticed your dust cloud, and wondered if you might use some company for a time?"

Alpaca Chobi

 

[Depawsit]

Drakma dipped his head into a respectful bow as the goddess welcomed him to sit next to her. He smiled lightly as he pulled his feet from under him to take the offered seat. As he sat he began to take in the more noticeable features of the goddess, ones he might never have noticed from as far back as he previously would.

She was quite the interesting creature once you could take in her entire presence. The markings along her back that trailed into her Hyena like tail, and her skull mask alone surely held its own story!

He was taken in by her presence he had to shake himself back to attention. "Dr-Drakma." He sputtered with an embarrassed undertone. "I don't mean to be a bother, so if I become one, please send me on my way." He offered a hearty chuckle as he tried to remain presentable.

"I noticed you from afar, or well I noticed your dust cloud. Its such a pleasant day, I thought, why waste it y'know?"

Alpaca Chobi

 

[Depawsit]

The tan male gave a small curl of his upper lip at her assurance. It was kind of a relief to hear he wasn't pestering someone for once. Seemed like no matter where he'd gone recently he was bound to bump into someone looking for trouble or that thought he[/] was the trouble.

As the goddess went on, he smiled a bit wider at her, watching her golden eyes beneath that rather fasicinating helm of her's. "That's definitely one of my few rules I follow in this life." He paused for a moment thinking back on how many times he'd spoken them. "Opportunities define us, they shape our lives ... Even the wasted ones. Though I prefer not to waste to many of the ones afforded to me." Drakma caught himself before he rambled on, he hadn't come here to share his life story. Nor to pester her for her's. More so to simply break the monotony, that admittedly he had created for himself.

"Oh?" He mouthed, somewhat surprised the goddess had taken such an interest in him. He had fully expected this to be similar to many of his other godly encounters. Ones where those above him, felt he was inferior. He silently wondered whether this way her goal as well.

"Well, that's a long story." He mumbled. Though I suppose I could trade my story for a little something of your's. He grinned his toothy grin once more before continuing. "Perhaps your name?"

Alpaca Chobi