RP:A Fail in the Forest

Summary

Aaken has just woken up from the freeze and finds himself in the forest with a High Elf by the name of Tethys, but this first meeting which starts off well quickly becomes a failure to start off well.

Descriptions

Tethys stands at about five-foot two. She is lean and healthy but not into superfit or anything. She has them curves, like most ladies do, she just doesn't worry about them too much. She wears a sort of Salwar: a skirt/pants combo with embellished embroidery in any mix of blues and whites, her middle is bare. On her hands she wears Hath Panjas that go from the upper portion of her forearms to five-full fingered tokens. The artwork is intense, and the quality of these remarkable items imply she is quite advanced in skill level. Making her way through Northern Sage she seems somewhat destined to be somewhere, walking with purpose but still taking time to stare up at the stars. She has no focus, that is easy enough to see. She has long black hair and eyes bluer than the spring sky, not a cloud in sight. Pale skin reflects the moonlight and a rosy smile is nearly always plastered on her features.

Aaken slithers into the picture, a good 12' tall and 14' long, (total 26') and is about as thick as a large trash can lid is wide. He is anthromorphic typically on the python centered with Black scales and green stripes riding down his back from his head, he possess two arms and has huge dark blue fleshy mouth. This naga would very scary if not for the very large scarf wrapped around its neck and paint brush its seems to hold along with with a belt riding from shoulder to midsection full of paints.

Roleplay

Tethys ’s eyes drift once, then twice, and she nearly stumbles to a halt. Blue eyes grow large and she ‘eeps’ quite suddenly. She looks behind her, then beyond him, then gauges the scale of the path. She eyes his garb, or lack thereof and stands shifty like she isn’t sure what to do. “Are you one of them Monsters from the Dark regions?” Her palms are slightly aglow due to her state of awareness. “Cause I know magic, bub. And I ain’t afraid to use it.” Then her stance softens. “Otherwise… Hello.” Gods she was annoyingly chipper. “My name is Tethys.”

Aaken smiles licking his lips first perhaps out of habit, "OOO, an elf such tasty things but more fun to play with, though." He licks her face because he had knelt forward to inspect her, "Monster Oh, no Naga actually, just woke up too, you know magic of course you do, all females do." His voice likewise very chipper if not a little eccentric has a light tone to it, and is higher pitched than expected for his size, almost like the naga were still a bit of child even though he was adult.

Tethys is lent back only slightly when that tongue brushes across her features. “Excuse me, High Elf… we aren’t diluted.” She grins. “Romping around like dryads without a home.” She takes a finger and pushes him back by way of shoulder. “Boundaries, geez.” She is oh so bubbly, and now unafraid. It wasn’t like he’d given her reason to be, as well, this forest has one very important protector in it and she was closer than she realized

Aaken feels her push him away and he does move back, "Sorry I just get so excited being out here in the world and not stuck at home in Alyithra, please pardon my manners, I am Aaken which is pronounced like." He slithers around screaming with arms flying, "AAAAAAAAH!!!" and then slithers back to her and says "Ken." pointing at her like a go to. Aaken was obviously a noodle on espresso. He giggles lightly making his jaw crack open a bit, to reveal and otherwise empty mouth. "Your so cute, I wanna draw a picture of you." He opens up a paint jar and tries dipping his paintbrush in only for the paint brush to break against the dry paint. "Aaah Poo!'

Tethys jumps back, startled. “Oh.” And a giggle. She is smiling wide as he attempts to dib into those colors. “You might want to fashion some pigments first.” She was not an artist herself, but she is not unfamiliar with the necessities. Espresso… no doubt. She loved it. “Maybe another time, when you are more prepared.” And a friendly gesture to be sure, but she didn’t see herself posing for any portraits any time soon.

Aaken smiles and moves down to her level again and moves up within a shoulder span from her face his own that close, his eyes despite being red seemed cheerful and friendly. "Of course. I never forget a face, never." He gives her another lick. "You have good taste, pardon the pun." He winks.

Tethys didn't care for the wetness, but his demeanor was inviting enough. She can't help but let out a giggle again. "I see what you did there." Another giggle. "Funny too." She could bet money she'd never forget him either, man he was huge. "I wonder where we might find you some supplies. There is a model in Larket who just illuminates Kreekitaka's ads.. maybe you've heard of her. Artia, I think it is."

Aaken shook his head, "Never been up here before, but i am sure I can find stuff, lets see, what makes a good red, ooh, purple would be expensive." He sits back on his coils tapping the underside of his throat. Because of his size his coils move around her. Either absentmindedly or intentionally one could not likely tell not even the naga whose coils they were. He moves back around to her leaning against his own coils using his own coils like a sofa and with a hand lifts her up to sit next to him. "Hmm what can we do where can we find, where is this larket?" His voice at times breaking into a humorous squeak.

Tethys found herself being wrapped in his coils before too long and her heart begins to thump loudly in her chest. “Um…” It was constricting, and heavens forbid the barbarian see her in such a tangle. “You have to let me go.” She wasn’t giggling anymore, nor was she smiling. She looked scared. She was far to shaken to teleport properly, especially with him coiling her up as he did, she might take part of his tail! She struggles, maybe more than she needed to, but no one had taken these liberties with her form before and while the licks were easily mistaken as informal, she couldn’t help but feel like prey.

Aaken face was one suddenly of shame, "Oh my gosh I am so sorry, I am so easy to forget." He quickly removed his coils from her which in the course this only managed to tie himself into a knot. She was free of course but he slumped there now tied in a not like a giant naga pretzel. "Aw crud, not again." He slumped his head against the dirt. "I wish you hadn't struggled," He looks very depressed.

Tethys is uncoiled and dropped quite suddenly, falling to her knees in the mud, donning new garb to meet her love. “Awe shucks!” She stands with stains upon her knees and trying to rub the rich soil out of the white fabric. Her bright eyes well up. She had hoped to present herself pristinely. “Oh this always happens.” She is flinging mud from her fingertips and having an all out fit. “Clumsy, always clumsy.” It was never going to work if she couldn’t even stay clean for two hours. She begins stripping the underlying garment, leaving her pale legs to protrude beneath the too-short skirt portion of the outfit. Her slippers were dirty at the toes and she was all aflutter.

You was just as teared up, "Mama always said don't play with your food, but I said mama how can I not, the food talks back, and it can sing, and it can play with me because no one else does, and what did she say, Honey if the food struggles its food, if not its a friend," he was basically bawling, now which seemed to be only more pitful with him tied up in a knot, he looks at her with large eyes, "I am so sorry."

Tethys stops fiddling with her pants for a moment and she looks at him quizzically. “Food? I’m not food!” She backs away from him, maybe not fully grasping his point. “You picked me up, you can’t just squeeze people and expect them not to struggle.” She trips over his knot and lands on her backside. He did look sorry, and so she felt she hurt him. Under normal circumstances she didn’t have a mean bone in her body, now… it didn’t mean there weren’t times of great atrocity. But he had not truly wronged her, had he? She gets up on her knees, still in the mud, and begins tugging and pulling at the knot, trying to unwind it. “You just have to (grunt) be more careful… personal space.”

Jarith had heard a commotion, perhaps it was just the animals of sage and yet as he drew near from the incline of the cottage the knight heard a familiar if very distressed voice. Tethys, and he smiled at least until he caught sight of this new spectacle. A massive naga and then, his lover who seemed to have found another new outfit only to have it ruined by the dirt and seemed inclined to shuck it. " Sweet..." His voice is that familiar and deep tone, warm, and yet curious as he was trying to figure out, as a knight just what he should do. The Naga, he settled blue eyes, sans the pupil to look at the strange, blubbering male and offer a brow quirk. "Interestingly enough, I'd prefer you not try to turn my mate into a meal. I also don't know that I like you attempting to find meals just a few hundred yards from my home where I have my children playing."

Aaken the curves of his mouth were downward curved and his eyes reflected his sadness and he nodded wordlessly, and sniffled. He feels her trying to unknot and she eventually succeeds. "You're the first, to ever untie me." His eyes were large still rimmed with tears. But he was looking at her with a different feeling. "why?" Aaken then turned his eyes to the voice, "I didn't mean to make her a, I am sorry sir, I met her on the road, she was so nice, I just woke up, I am so sorry, truly all I wanted was just to talk to her, I just wanted to make a seat for her, I..." He sniffled, hanging his head.

Tethys was still fiddling with that knot when she heard Jarith speak. She stands abruptly, issuing apologies and trying to explain her state of undress. Her pants are laying on the ground, over there somewhere and the floodgates simply open full-charge. “I-its not his fault, he picked me up and I panicked and I knotted his tail and…” She looks down at her ruined state of attire. “I wanted to look pretty when you saw me next.” It was all ruined, just ruined.

Jarith actually seemed to become somewhat amused by the naga, and yet he slowly moved around the larger creature to crouch beside him and collectively gather her new pants from the earth. " No harm sir, simply stating how I felt with what I saw. That said, I would suggest perhaps.. you try and ascertain the desire of the other person when you try to 'seat' them next time? " For his mate however, there is more patience and while his tone is warmer, along with his attention, the knight does not take a cruel outlook towards Aaken, just a cool one. The northern born was not one for social calls, and he liked few people as a rule, oddly. Still his arm wraps wound Tethys and he pulls her into his arms before kissing the elven mage's temple and murmuring gently. " Sweet, calm down, you look beautiful and always pretty to me. Your magic works with this, doesn't it? Why don't you just fix it ma couriani?"

Aaken still hanging his head he allows them to share their moment and slowly backs up pulling back into the forest, until a distance away making his exit as quiet as possible.