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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 2:40 pm
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 Ever since waking up in a hollow in the ground during a storm, Tonalhuiteca had always thought of himself as...mysterious. He'd watched the storm overhead, lightning reflected and refracted in his pale eyes, and lay in his hollow long after the water had pooled up to his neck. Since then, Tonalhuiteca had been...himself. Self-contained, a wanderer, seeking and receiving nothing. He did not pour out his heart, he did not speak his mind. Instead, he let his tongue be a vessel for stories. He was an entity, nothing more. That, at least, was how he liked to think of himself. He didn't travel in groups; after a quick sip of blood, he'd leave under cover of sleep. In this way, he kept himself aloof. In this way, he kept himself from getting too attached, from destroying his ability to channel tales. It was also how he preferred to live. It fit in with his own identity.
Part of that identity, he had to admit, was just a little the fact that he was made of Dark Tribe. He was blind as they were in light, he was could fly, and required blood for his fast metabolism. He didn't drink much, making him more lethargic than most, requiring him to sleep the bright days away, but he did not normally think of it as odd. Mostly because he met very few members of his tribe. Tonight was an exception, plainly. A dark shape in the sky lit by moonlight proved to be a green and blue tribemate. He drifted closer to get a better look at her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:43 pm
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She traveled on the ground, how odd. Had she not yet learned how to fly? Or was she perhaps not interested in flying? He had no intention of asking when he caught up to her. Her decisions were hers to make--it mattered not to him what she chose to do, and besides, he was not himself fond of being questioned by strangers. He doubted very much that she would have any different attitude on the subject. So when he landed in front of the strange Dark Tribe member, he made no mention of her groundly status, but nodded to her and spoke softly. "Good eve, fellow wanderer. Where does the world take you this night?"
His voice had a sort of cadence to it--all the better to learn words by heart. Even casual conversation he related in the strangely-constructed sentences of a storyteller. It was something he never noticed, even in conversation with other B'alam--which, admittedly, had not often taken place.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 3:52 pm
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No answer given, no answer denied. Tonal could understand that. The stranger's strange dark-gold eyes seemed to notice everything, giving a feeling of keen observation. He could approve of that, as well, and he chose to do so. "I seek whatever audience the night will bring me, to spread my tales and spread my wings." He was a little proud of that answer, even if it had come easily with her reply.
Now that he was closer, Tonalhuiteca could see that she had a brushed, almost feathered look to her fur--it was striped in lighter and darker rings, as though she were covered in feathers. It was a strange look, and combined with her eyes, gave the impression of a brightly colored hawk. The bright colors seemed strange to Tonal--he would have thought that the night would grant him and his kind darker colors, with his own pale patches as mere decoration or embellishment on a shadowed field of colors. But here was evidence against such. He did not smile, but noted the idea with pleasure. There was more yet to learn about this world, and about the other B'alam awoken into darkness.
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