RP:Chance Encounters

Sabrina would have easily been mistaken as a smallish napping human down there by the springs in the cold mid afternoon. She took sleep when she could get it, though usually it claimed her when she least expected it. Lately it seemed the more she slept the more tired she would become. Rohk had taken this opportunity to hunt, thinking he left her behind to wade knee deep in what she often referred to as the life sucking abyss. She lay curled, in a semi fetal position just inches away from the water's edge. There was a subtlety about the stillness of her laying there; stiff as rigor mortis with clenched fists, save for a few scattered twitches of cold and bluing fingers and erratic REM movements beneath the lids. Upon further inspection it appears as though she is holding her breath, but what for? Most of her thigh length hair looked to have delved into the warm spring, except the waters edge had only risen just there like she was its moon and it pulled to her. Anyone could guess with those pointed ears and flawless features she was no doubt an Elf of the River sort, but with those raven locks and obviously curvy frame she'd have easily passed as a common human.

Dyzz follows her warpiggy down, down, into the stone. This warpiggy is different from the one she'd left Hollow with, long ago. This one had shaggy white fur, and two terrible tusks, though it was young and small enough for Dyzz to wrap her little arms around. It went rooting around the ground, searching for something, and ended up finding this place. Dyzz followed close behind, looking around her with wonder. "It's real nice, to find pretty places like this, eh, warpiggy? Makes you 'member there's just so much pretty things in the world." Warpiggy snorted derisively, and went to the waters edge, sniffing it, before taking an experimental sip. He backpedaled, and shook his head, but when his mouth had cooled, went right back and tried again. Stupid. But tenacious. Just like his adoptive mama. Dyzz went and knelt by the water, running a hand through it carelessly. It was hot... but that didn't bother her. It wasn't fire, after all.

Winter came down mere moments after Dyzz. Not that she was following the troblin, it was just coincidence. She was looking or the lake. Not the burning hot springs, the freezing lake. The 4’10’’ feline was, as usually, dressed black clothes. Even her soft leather boots with the turn down tops were black. The dark color of her clothes made her flawless alabaster skin and snow white hair seem almost to glow. Her grey eyes scan the room. A little sigh escapes her. She had expected solitude down here, or almost solitude. Moments behind the short feline is another feline only a few inches taller. The second feline was dressed in a knee length black dress and sensible black shoes. The feline’s hair was short and purple and her golden eyes were kind, almost to innocence. That feline stumble in behind. “Mistress, wait. It’s not so easy for me to move along the path.” Winter sighs. “Yes, I know, Kana. Just hurry and be quiet. There are others here and I’d like to not disturb them.” The purple haired feline nods and goes silent.

Sabrina was startled awake, as luck would have it. The risen edge of the water line sunk back into the heated center and Sabrina's body lifts to a sitting position. She looked tore up, sputtering water from her mouth and gasping for air as if someone had held her under the fleeting amount of fluid that surrounded her. Lengthy trusses stuck to her form and she looks around the room, wide eyed and in a bit of shock and panic. She'd swore she had been alone when... did she fall asleep again? This was becoming a problem. She takes in the sight of the three individuals here and her heart sinks. Ro was out and about again, by the Gods he needed to stop doing that. She offered no greeting to any that had wandered into this place; the severely underdressed man-woman, th timid noisy creature, nor the pale and pasty female who was her guide. With a deep sigh she stands to gather her things, she owed none of these... things... an explanation. She wrings out her hair, tying it into a non conforming bundle atop her head. When she stood, and only when she stood, she realized she was taller than two of the three, it made her stand a little straighter as so rare was the opportunity to be taller than someone else in the room. The vicinity of Sabrina would have still lingered with a sensation of drowning, in case any ventured close enough to tell, the greater the ability to feel what this elfess is feeling, the greater the effect would be on that individual... in essence, if one breathes air, one would feel as though they were drowning.

Dyzz felt it. As though there were water... but, that didn't concern her, really. She could breathe underwater. She looked to Sabrina, as the woman stood. She looked like she -had- drowned! Dyzz would rise, and come to stand right in front of her, as her 3'6 self. "Misses! Are you ok? You look like you was eated, and spitted out!" Warpiggy was crawling out of the water, shaking, hinting at the hilarity of the receding waterline and the pigs short but memorable adventure. Dyzz paid no heed. "You's might need med sins! Dyzz can help!" She was waving her arms around wildly, as though trying to make sure she had Sabrina's attention. What a strange creature. She hadn't as of yet noticed Winter. "You sooo wet! Lookit you! You's coughin up water too! Dyzz almost feels like Dyzz drowned just lookin' atcha!"

Winter watches a little while then sighs again. The assassin eyes the war piggy as if she’s contemplating her next meal. Ham did sound pretty good. It wasn’t even bad when it cooled down. She couldn’t eat hot food anymore. It just didn’t agree with her. After a moment of eyeing the pig the short feline looks at the others. As always the troblin was yummy and gave her ideas of playing games to heat up the cold lake water. Who was the other? More importantly, did she care? After a few seconds of thought she decided that unless the woman become of relevance to her, no, she really didn’t. Kana, on the other hand, was concerned for the woman that looked not so good. She was also little stunned by the troblin. She had seen it before but she hadn’t really gotten a good look. Just thinking about wearing clothes like that made the slave blush into her hair. Kana touches Winter’s arm. “Should we not go see if something is wrong, Mistress?” Winter makes a hand gesture. “Go if you like, I’m finding that lake. See if you can’t guide the troblin my direction. That’s the short blue one.” Kana nods and heads toward the pair.

Sabrina had never met a creature like this 'Dyzz' character, she assumed she never would again though it hardly looked important enough to consider dissection. She eyed the... woman... with scrupulous eyes, flinching now and again with the flailing limbs, concerned if it would touch her at all. “I don't need med... sins... wha?” Before she could continue there was more wild flailing and she takes a step back, flicking her fingers at the troblin as if to shoo a stray cat. And people told her -her- accent was bad, sheesh. There was mild concern at present as to how she got wet in the first place, she eyes said warpiggy with speculation but dismisses the animal's ability to perform any function that would have her soaking from head to toe; especially if it had half the wit of its owner. As if sensing Sabrina's wakefullness as well as her irritation there was a smart crack heard just at the spring's entrance. It was a distinct crack of ice melting too quickly as the first heated footfall announced his arrival. Rohk. The massive beasty stood taller than any there, though he'd have met the taller feline with her head coming about even to his shoulder. He did not leave his person with company, yet company did ensue. They weren't male, so his hackles rose untreated by usual glorious flame. He breathed heavily, a few steps behind the latecomers but steam enough to ruffle their furs. Eyes like his didn't have to scan a room, enchanted as such it always appeared he was looking at just whomever was looking at him; not just looking at them, looking into them. A low questioning grumble threatened whoever would speak first, as far as he was concerned his person was officially under attack- that threat he felt earlier, she felt like she was drowning, now here he stands before her with a flailing midget and a sinister and frosty looking pair. So just as Winter would turn to leave she would in fact be face to face with a not so happy looking canine of the hellish breed.

Dyzz looked back at the hellish canine. She hummed lightly to herself, and looked to Sabrina. They were connected. And from the way the canine felt, not only protective but aggressive and more than a bit irritable, she'd say they shared a lot in the way of personality. She rubbed her chin, thoughtfully. "Misses." Nature magic, she suspected, of some sort. "Does ya know why you's wet?" She suspected that this woman hadn't a clue what had been going on with herself. For such introspection, Dyzz could bear priceless gifts. She knew how to talk to the spirit, where all the illusions of the flesh were torn away. Dyzz had a look of consternation gracing her visage now, which might look just as ridiculous to some as her flailing, speech impaired, usual self. However, she did exude a certain... confidence.

Winter || Kana screams loudly at the sight of the beast and runs for the farthest spot she can find. It was okay to abandon her mistress, she was supposed to stay out of the way when trouble started. Not that she would have had the courage to face down the creature on her own. Winter, on the other hand, doesn’t budge. She actually smiles a little at the sound of Kana’s panicked scream. So cute. The creature in front of her, wasn’t. The assassin lets her eyes travel over the large beast. “Aren’t you an ugly one?” The feline takes exactly one step back. “And a little warm for my taste.” She sighs. “I have no interest in the woman and you are in my way. Move or I will take interest in her. I have no doubt that you can kill me but I guarantee that I can put a knife in her before you do.” The feline wasn’t sure that the beast could understand her, but its owner probably could.

Sabrina 's dark brows furrowed at the small, for lack of better knowledge and with teets pokin near outta her brassier, -woman. “I assume it is your idea of a joke.” Her first full sentence was riddled in mixed elvish tongues but laced heavily with a pirate twang. For all Sabrina knew she had fallen asleep and been splashed awake, that is all that made sense. Her eyes leave the blue creature, though all she could manage to take in about her was those ginormous breasts that bounced with her every move. It made Sabrina pull her shoulders in, suddenly self conscious if her own stuck out like that. A brilliant emerald flashes over her eyes against the shadow of the cavern, the slightest of head shakes given to the hound whose hackles in turn relax against his blackened scaly hide. He was in motion to take his step back when the tiny female spoke to him. It was the first time anyone spoke to him, and he respected her for that; he even cooled his jets to a non threatening simmer. But, as her threat broke through his core there was little that could be done and just as quickly as he simmered down he entire body was engulfed in flames, a jolting step swallowing the distance between him and the kitten and a warning so loud as to shake stalagmites to fall. The ripples tore at the edges of each basin, painting the lighter colored rock a few shades darker and glistening. Before any damage could be done he was on his side, all four legs scrambling with twin tails whipping to find his balance and the only shift from any in the room was a lifted hand from Sabrina and a twitch of the wrist that brought all the ground beneath him to pile at his side. “Tillräckligt,” enough, the Elfess had a way of knowing what the hound was to do, ironically at the same time in which he made plans to do it. They had that knack, not surprising it is how they survived thus far. She turns to Dyzz and the screeching girl with a well practiced apology in her minty eyes, the flux in magic she used still echoing in her gaze. “I think it is time we should be going.”

Dyzz watched the spectacle behind her, of winter, and, wincingly, the hellhound. That fire... but her attention was back on Sabrina soon. "Ok. But... Dyzz think you's Od is outta control, miss. You's need balance. It could be the death of you." She'd move out of her way though, twiddling her thumbs in her lap. "Dyzz would help, if you'd allows it, but Dyzz dun think you care to. So... just be careful, ok?" There was genuine concern in her voice, and she'd be looking to her frightened, but standing strong warpiggy, and Winter and her friend, frowning. This woman was full of wild magic, with a wild companion. Dyzz knew the ways of the wild well... she also knew not all creatures could or would accept help, even in the direst of circumstances. Still. "But Dyzz would like to help you." It was whispered, as she watched Sabrina, to see if she would leave them there.

Winter stumbles backwards away from the flames. Too hot. Damned fire. Why was it always fire? Why was there never a watery beast? Always fire. She hated fire. Just so hot. She didn’t handle heat well. So she backs away, quickly. The unimpressed expression on her face doesn’t change even as she retreats. Kana screams again at the sight of the flames, only this time it was in fear for Winter. “Mistress!” The white haired feline waves to the other that she was fine and to clam down.

Sabrina stayed her retreat a few paces in. What an odd thing to say, it wasn't the first time she'd heard it. Still, this creature seemed of lesser intelligence despite her astounding insight. “I am in Larket, if you ever happen to pass. House of-” Her directions would be lost to the interruption, she had downed the hound and there was no need for anything further, besides the fact that between the two of them Rohk was the least of any foes worries. But, the hellbeasty's pride had been hurt as that elf-bitch toppled him like a deck of cards, and so his attitude was attempting to gain some ground. “Off with you then.” She really did appreciate his coming, though a hellbeast will be a hellbeast when it came to pride and punishments. Sabrina was impressed though, very few would stand to challenge him at first sight and so the kit had earned some respect. A feat not easily done. With drama dwindling down and a dog on fire the meeting needed to come to a close while a peaceable escape was still on the table. She quietly made her way to his side, his hackles almost purring as the vibrated back into place. A gentle nudge against her shoulder would illicit a small laugh from her. “Of course I think you're ugly. You don't want people to think you a pixie, do you?” She nudges him back with her shoulder, his twin tails showing the beginnings of a fond wag before the light of day swallows them both.