Encounter Color

The lush emerald planes of the Forest of Eden was a rather charming little place. Prey was plentiful, misfits abound, plenty to explore and plenty to do. Even for the outsider of the odd little ban of creatures that had summoned themselves together in Doctura's Anatomy couldn't ask for more... so why wasn't he satisfied? As the protector of the land, Shex had his duties. He had to keep the peace between this world and the world of Krimson Peak, he had to keep the Unsents from using this land as their battle field and he had to make sure humans stayed far away. Even for being a creature of the curse that had haunted his family since he was born, he was treated somewhat decently... more decent than anywhere he'd ever been, that's for sure...

Yawning the wolf lay with one paw over the other and his head caressed over his right arm. His mask had a small crack in it near his left eye from the last battle. Ebil had been showing up lately. What was up his tail? Huffing softly Shex decided to attribute his bitter attitude and resent ungratefulness to hunger. He rolled to his back and yawned again, the wires along his maw stretching and constricting momentarily before relaxing against his jaw. His long furry tale flicked and for a moment he knew he was one with the grass. Insects would land on the tips of his fur and even they would assume that it was just another blade... a warm furrier blade, but a blade nonetheless.

As the sun rained down along his stomach his ears caught a faint sound. With a simple flick the creature was back to his belly. Shex's rose to his paws and padded along, following the new strange sound. His black and green striped tongue flicked from his mouth to catch faint whiffs in the air. Strangers weren't completely uncommon, however Shex knew his duties. He wasn't supposed to let them stay for long, for fear of bringing a new clan to the area. New clans meant less food and less food meant war afterall.

When the kitten came prancing in his direction with bloodied paws, Shex had thought that there was prey in his midst. Now, usually he'd chase, devour, and move on with his life but the thing wasn't the type of prey you'd see around here. He'd only met a cat once before in his entire life but this frantic display wasn't his first encounter with a cry for help. "What's..." Before he could ask he watched the feline flop on his side like a dead animal.

"W-what are..." Shex looked up to see the wolf charging foreword. His eyes widened, suddenly compelled to help the creature. His tongue flicked out and his maw stretched before he bit the small cat. He wasn't rough, but he managed to bring the feline's entire front into his mouth. Front paws, head, neck, and parts of his back were now in his maw.

He leaned over his 'kill and put a paw on Echo's hips, acting like he was tugging by moving his head back though his hold was lose enough to let part of the cat slip out of his mouth. His tongue rested below his stomach and the wires were probably the only thing squeezing against the kit in an uncomfortable matter.

The wolf panted while glaring darkly at the green beast. "Shex!" Max snapped darkly. "I was going to eat that!!!" he whined while tackling Shex. "Give it!" Shex growled and shook himself as his back leg kicked Max off. "Shex come on I'm starving!" Max whined. Shex shook his head and Echo's body, his paw coming off of his hip. He began to trot off. "Shex, please lets split it? Come onnnn!!! I shared my elk with you last week!" Max said while following the green creature only to whine as Shex began taking off in a run. "FINE! Be that way Shex, see if I save you anything next time!" The large, plump wolf howled at the fleeting figure.

Shex continued to run until he was certain that he wasn't being followed. He slowed to a walk near a babbling brook and began pushing Echo out of his mouth with his tongue, hoping that the cat was still alive. He wasn't sure if he'd been too rough, but it wasn't his intention to murder the poor thing. His mouth had been open the whole time so it wasn't like there was no air in his hot, humid mouth. "Are you still alive?" He asked while nudging the kit only to flick his tongue around to sniff the creature. Suddenly he pawed at the male before laying beside him, flicking his long fluffy tail to and fro. "Where do you live?" He asked slowly, wondering if he had to take the kitten home.

As the feline pressed his back against his pad, Shex began to draw himself close. He tucked his front legs beneath his forearms and his back legs under his stomach, much like a deer might. He gazed at the one he'd saved for several moments before leaning to the water and flicking out his thick forked tongue to drink. The black pits that should have held eyes kept a steady gaze to the brown creature as he cleaned himself.

Once he'd had his fill of water he shifted his head to rest near his stomach as his long ears folded back. A nomad meant he was frequently in danger and had no pack...well, he was a cat so a pride, right? A clowder? Either way he didn't have anyone to roam with. That was sad. "It's no trouble, I'm the protector of this forest." He informed casually. "It was primal to help you once you asked." He smiled slightly.

"Max is sort of a brute, but he's really nice once you get to know him." He reassured as his tail curled around his body, the tip dipping into the water. "Incase you didn't catch it, my name's Shexton. What's yours little......cat? You're a cat right?"

"Not exactly." Shex said weakly. "I protect the land and keep the peace. If you belonged to some pack off the lands or something, perhaps there would have been war. I have to look out for our pack." He explained as the kit tended to each paw. He felt bad for the other and wanted to help, though he didn't have any healing powers. All he could do was lick the wounds and hope they closed faster because of his drool. Some said the purple gunk worked, others said it didn't. For now he figured it would be too disgusting for the felidae to deal with.

"Echosong." Shex repeated. "Alright, that's fine I guess. I'll call you Echo, you call me Shex." He decided since he hadn't technically stated his own nickname, however obvious it was. "So, Echo." The creature continued while trying to find the next words to say. His mind momentarily traveled to the steady sound of the creek moving against the shallow rocks of different sizes. Dragonflies were buzzing about, landing on weeds and flowers near the water before taking off into the sky to who knows where. Birds were chirping pleasantly and beams from the sun shot spotlights in awkward little patches all along the leaf infested forest floor.

It was true, the forest of eden was basically paradise. It was the most beautiful and relaxing place to be in all of Doctura's Anatomy. It made him chuckle a little. He was glad that he lived here and not somewhere else, which brought him back to the question he was about to ask. "You don't live anywhere, but...do you have anyone looking for you?" Somehow he couldn't believe himself. No clan, no family? There had to be someone. Anyone. "I don't want to sound like I'm forcing you to leave, it's just this is a dangerous place. I can take you to anyone who may be looking for you... fellow nomads perhaps?"