A Forest of Hands & Feet

[Pryriel]

21st of Zi'da, 719

The trees were thick, with branches that grasped like hands and feet, reaching out to rip any who went by. Only the native, liquid sludge or maybe sap looking creatures that could almost be plants but were not quite. Instead, they swallowed the plants who rose to stop the madness, delicate looking things so easily absorbed and turned into those same monsters. And yet...and yet it was all beneath her talons, the could not touch her sharp edges nor her wings. Large skeletal things that pulled and pushed back at the grasping, wanting forest, refusing to be swallowed whole just yet.

"You hit like a girl!" The harpy like female shrieked, tearing her wings through sludge creatures and forest alike. If there were a way to heal or a way to flee, Pryriel took neither. Instead she reveled in the fight, the pain of each punch and the feel of bit of squish between her talons. How and why she got there no longer mattered, all that mattered was the plant and...gross things caught in her hair. "Ew! Can you not!"

A branch caught her lazily in the stomach, smashing her through huge flowers. Explosions of scents and the fumes coloring the air, bugs swarming and she sulkily pulled herself back up with a huff, shaking the brambles from her boned wings. Bemoaning her fate as she brushed at the bothersome debris, uncaring of the forest still actively weaving it's way to her, like it would suck her up and spit her out for fun. Or even keep her to be part of it. None of this concerned her as she shoved at the angry forest like it was an annoying sibling, not so dangerous though it could be if it grew bigger than her. But was she bigger that it or was it bigger than her? The half-breed honestly couldn't tell. Or care.

Around her the pollen from the flowers saturated into the ground, the earth shifting as small, horrifying red beings crept up at the floral scent. Pryriel threw up her hands, face twisting in mocking disgust. "Ugh! Did you want salamanders? Because that's exactly how you get them."

[Kisaik]

OOC: Kisaik is Non-Lucid

Ahh, sunshine on his leaves! Kisaik felt the bright sun at the top of his canopy, as he towered far over the entire landscape, a great mystical tree, overlooking all that entered his view. Here, the great tree held dominion over all the creatures of the forest, all the flora fauna and every last piece of rock. So when it happened, that a harpy-like creature happened through, brushing aside leaves and brambles, he was instantly disturbed.

"Little bird fish thing, can you not? This sap is my lifes blood, and these creatures are my children. You are intruding on the most sacred part of the Makubwa Lori. Where the Tunawa were born. Come and commune with the great pumbah of trees!"

He smiled down at her, his face was visible about twenty feet up from the forest floor. Yet when she mentioned salamanders, his expression turned dark. "No! You invoke my mortal nemeses, the bane of the forest! Guardians! To me, silence this harpy!"

So saying, about a half dozen little tree men emerged from a small hole at the base of his roots. All of them resembling Kisaik in some way, with bearded lichen and black bark. They shook spears of stone about a foot and a half long, each. At the end of each spear, a stone that was sharpened to the sharpness of glass. Without waiting another moment, they lowered their spears at the harpy woman, and made their demands, "You have offended our grandfather tree! Beware, do not trespass any further, nor make any mention of the sal... of the hated ones. You may go in peace, should you obey our commandments. And may even sample the wisdom of the Kufuato."