We Are Here to Do What We're Supposed to Do [open]

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

In Hydroponics, there are various animals. Big ones, little ones, toothy ones, toothless ones. And as Nehaalista combed across the various paths carved through the artificial wood, she could pick out one or two creatures that were familiar to her. The ravagers clicked together on their insect legs, and a small herd of elekk, only three or four of the elephant-like creatures.

She paused to watch their progress, scritching the top of her white cat's head, when one of them in particular caught her eye. While it was missing the usual purple armor that her mount was known for (because Light forbid she ride that Light-given Horse that came with her abilities), Nehaalista was sure it was hers. It still had that old, green ribbon attached to one of its horns!

Hoping for the best, and preparing to be let down in case the creature wasn't hers, Nehaalista put her fingers to her lips and whistled sharply. The elekk lifted its head and looked around for the source of the call, trumpeting in reply. Nehaalista whistled again, and the elekk came rumbling toward her.

Ten minutes later, Nehaalista was riding on the elekk, stretched out on the wide back as it lumbered about hydroponics, her cat comfortably riding on its knobby head.

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[scourgeborne.livejournal.com]

Seviilia watched the ravager skitter by, idly wondering if she'd be able to kill it from her perch. She decided against it as she heard the approach of the elekk.

Softly, the elf's eyes narrowed, fingers tapping against the bark. There would be no way they wouldn't see her once they got under the leaves. And if they didn't see her, they'd certainly feel the temperature drop.

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The elekk had decided it had wanted some bark. And Nehaalista, with no reins or saddle to tell the elekk otherwise (how long had it been tumbling about here, doing whatever it wanted? She would need to retrain her nameless mount), had just gone along for the rise when her undead detection started in with the dangerous feeling reserved for the very powerful undead.

Looked like she wasn't the only one who had wanted to touch non-simulated greenery. As the elekk rubbed its tusks against the tree to loosen some of the odd, blue-colored bark, Nehaalista looked up into the branches and gave a short, polite, wave.

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"Bal'a dash, Nehaalista," the elf mumbled, having no interest in startling the large creature into knocking her out of the tree. She was prepared for it, regardless.

"...this one your's?" she queried, noticing the ribbon. Idly, she wondered if her one living mount had made it here -- if her deathcharger had, she imagined she would have found it by this point.

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Nehaalista nodded once, and sat up, and ran her hand under her curls. The elekk crunched peacefully at the bark. Annoyed by the movement of the large creature's head, her cat leapt from her resting place to Nehaalista's lap and crawled up her shoulder, into the paladin's hair.