Circe felt her heart jump in her chest. Adrenaline coursed through her veins like liquid fire. Her eyes were fixed on the figure approaching her. For a moment she was frozen in place, indecision clouding her desire to run. She felt like a deer on the highway unsure of the best course of action. Then her brain caught up with the adrenaline and she turned and took off across the clearing. Hair streaming over her shoulder and eyes fixed on a dark entrance to the wooded landscape.
Her bare feet slapped against the ground the grasses and rocks in the clearing grabbing at her trying to pull her down. She had to make it to the trees. She could find a hiding spot or make a sneaky escape if she could just reach those trees. With every step it seemed in her mind that the edge of the forest was getting farther away the harder she ran for it. Her legs already worn out from her night run burned and raged at her. It felt like they were melting. She ran as hard as she could never daring to look back always and only forwards. She was finally at the trees and just as she felt the shade hit her face and she felt the hope in her chest another male walked around the trunk of one of the largest trees. This one was tall and purple ... purple? Her legs just stopped all strength used and the hope sinking into her stomach clenching and churning in that despair she was harboring.
She felt the world tilt as he walked forward, and once more blackness over took her. the last thing she could see was a strange lavender grey four fingered hand reaching to grab her.
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Xylon was not having a good day. He had tried to work on the house he and his brothers were erecting. Full physical labor didn't stop the buzzing pull he felt stronger every minute. It was almost as if his body knew something he didn't. Each hour that passed he felt more and more agitated until he finally accepted no real work was going to get done and went for a walk. He had no destination in mind instead he just found himself walking towards a feeling. It was almost indescribable, a pull that eased his mind the farther he walked. Maybe it was a Drintra, a calling that was determined by the Voice. He had heard tales of the voice guiding males to vessels but it had been so long since one had arrived on this planet the lore was fuzzy to his people. But everyone in the city knew that Vessels were the best thing that could happen to a world even if lore couldn't say exactly why. And if this pull was to bring him a Vessel he would walk all the way around Epsilon298 to find her.
Almost 5 turns had passed and he was still walking the Forrest he had wandered into was thick and filled with nasty creatures waiting and lurking for unwary youths to meet their final end. Finally he emerged into a clearing and the pull on his soul ceased. Far in the middle a small figure sat up and turned around. Raven hair spilled down the strange creatures back and when it turned around he found himself staring into the most intriguing large verdant eyes. She was pale but overlying the translucent sickly skin was a slight golden hue promising an elegance that waited to emerge. He had simply never seen anything like her before.
Suddenly the woman's eyes grew wide and afraid and she turned darting towards the woods on the other side of the field. He watched her for a few seconds and then darted forward his predatory instincts engaged by her flight.
She was heading towards the forest and certainly was not fast enough to out run him so he slowed a bit to enjoy the chase. Not that he wanted to scare her or hurt her at the end, just his biology driving him to. In fact he was certain she was his Vessel so he would only harm himself by harming her.
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Naheem
He had a vision 6 days ago of this clearing and knew he had to be vigilant for any signs of his Vessel. He had traveled for three moons to find it and was camping down near a stream waiting for the time to come. Exasperated he had walked down to camp in the early afternoon for a swim and some grilled dry zipper. Suddenly he felt it. The air condensed and his skin shifted from its grey hue to a violet. His Vessel was near. His tail flipped as he ran through the woods agitation coursing through his whole body. His pace slowed only when he had to climb a small cliff. once he reached the top he stopped for a second and tried to relax. His hearts were heavy with anticipation and a dose of fear.
His Vessel was going to be amazing though he worried about the role she would play in history. The last one had brought the Coriand race to live on his planet over five generations ago. Strange pale creatures who were the Vessels family initially arrived searching for the vessel Thiamia over many Galaxies. After they saw she was fine they opened trade routes to his planet and settlers flocked in enticed by the natural beauty of his world.
He rounded a tree and to his surprise she was running towards him in terror. She Looked determined and then terrified. Suddenly she collapsed. Naheem reaches out towards her and barely caught her before she crumpled to the ground. Looking around he noticed a Coriand male loping towards them and he went on alert.