[PRP] Woods of Green (Icpitl and Ixchel Nocht)

[Geyser Eelborn]

Night was falling over Icpitl's woods. The ranger had climbed into a tree with a half-eaten rabbit in his jaws before curling up in his nest to finish dinner by starlight. The sun was still sinking in the sky, though it didn't have much further to go now. The earth triber sighed and smiled to himself. It would be a beautiful night, and cool and breezy tomorrow. Icpitl liked days like that. Sure, there were branches to remove from paths and from streams where they caused stagnant pools to form, but for the most part, days like that were pleasant and full of bird song. The birds were going to bed now, finishing their last conversations of the evening before they needed to hide from owls. Bugs clicked and sang in the undergrowth below, and fireflies were starting to light up the night.

Icpitl closed his eyes. Day, night, dawn, afternoon--didn't matter, it was all the same to him (more or less). All beautiful, all safe. All--was that a shadow in the sky? Moving toward him? Icpitl frowned and sniffed at the air. The unmistakable musk of another B'alam, this one tinged with...limestone, yes, bat, and...blood? Suddenly, the night didn't seem so safe. The ranger's fur bristled and he watched the dark shape in the sky with lip twitching. Not good. Very not good. He pushed the half-eaten rabbit behind him in his nest and wriggled under a canopy of branches. He waited for the ominous shape to come.

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The darkening skies was the sign it was time to go out and search for 'food'. Ixchel Nocht yawned and stretched as he left the cave. He wasn't necessarily hungry as his eyes adjusted. What he could use was a good stretch of his limbs and legs, and that's what he did. Breaking off into a run first, his wings soon stretched out and flapped before leaping and taking to the air.

As the night pressed on and he flew towards some woods, he finally felt his hunger reach uncomfortable levels. The woods were a perfect place to find some sustenance. He circled above the trees for awhile, pretty sure he could smell fresh blood in one of them. Soon enough, Ixchel Nocht slowly descended to the ground, near the tree that he smelled the thick liquid in to investigate further.

Geyser Eelborn