SABINE you play your part I'll be playing with matches Nose to the ground, Sabine snuffed up some kind of jagged incline. It was a very odd...whatever it was. She could only get one step in before the another upward cut prevented her from continuing, the only remedy being another short step up. When tasted, the rough surface had a distinct metallic twang to it and it made hollow clinking sounds whenever her nails grazed it. She hadn't the slightest idea what it was--and that was precisely why she was climbing it. Since leaving the tribe, Sabine had traveled mostly with her sister Sunniva. Occasionally, such as now, she had wandered off to do her own thing. At some point she would meet up with her sister again, Sab was sure of it, but for now she was content to explore on her own. Finally she reached a plateau of sorts. The uneven (possibly holey?) surface wasn't perfectly level; Sabine could feel a slight rightward tilt, one that was easily felt but not so sharp that she listed to the side. The jagged climb up had been the same way. She continued snuffling along, her nose and ears pointed earthward as she sought out something, anything, interesting. "Whatever most Alacritia critters sprechen" "Translated Finnish because Lazzy is lazy" "Thinking" And if you'd like a show you can follow the ashes JARVELA

Oh, he remembered this place. Too cold, and mostly boring. Everything was just snow and ice – except for this place. This big construction, like a weird mountain that punched free from the damnable snow, was interesting. The little beast growled softly at the cold and the snow that clung to his coal nose and patchy fur, and darted over to the glistening mountain. Quickly his frantic pale eyes picked out a point of invasion, different from the smooth sloped sides and all else. Steps, of some sort, maybe. At least, he could go up like that. With hasty, tip-toing motions like those of a rat, he skittered up the cold metal. Nails clicked out a faint, metallic chorus, swept out and stolen into open air by the frigid breeze. The beastling blinked rapidly as he ascended, his eyes drying all too quickly in the cold. When he rose over the last step and blinked again, he would gasp with surprise and delight. ”It’s a giant!” he squealed, his tail lifting and his legs carrying him precisely one hop forward onto more level ground. It was so big! It was gi-mungous! His right ear perked with interest, the left struggling pathetically to reach the same height. He bet he could ride it, if it let him.

SABINE you play your part I'll be playing with matches She'd just bumped into and begun to nose a tall structure when a voice from behind drew her attention away. Sabine's head swung around, the wide openness of the grounded ship making it very easy to pinpoint which direction the speaker was in. Her ears and whiskers pinned forward in interest and her nose twitched rapidly as she searched for a scent. The brute's final hop forward enabled her to lock on to his general presence. "A giant indeed," she murmured, a slight simper edging her tone and giving it a teasing quality. Her height made her a bit of an oddity in this land. She could only imagine what the natives thought of her brother's teeth. "Although I find that 'goddess' is a much more pleasing title." Sabine turned completely around in the hopes of facing the stranger head on. She wasn't fond of being approached from behind. "Whatever most Alacritia critters sprechen" "Translated Finnish because Lazzy is lazy" "Thinking" And if you'd like a show you can follow the ashes JARVELA

The big wolf’s head swung around to stare in his direction, and Cesar crooned a tad with excitement. It was looking at him! A sickly grin coiled across his lips, and he stayed where he was, silent and still with his last breath hanging clutched in his lungs. She agreed with him - very big - before adding another comment. ”Goddessss?” he parroted, tilting his head to the side and flicking an ear. He would then quickly swipe his tongue over his dry lips, and dance two steps to the left and forward. ”What’s the gigan-tess doing here? It’s cold.” he would question and then remark in a strangely plain way. It was cold. Though, he supposed someone so big must stay warm in the cold! He wished he had that fur. Blinking rapidly and wrinkling his nose a tad, he’d look her up and down. Grey fur, darker grey fur, red fur, red eyes. But not red like blood – so it wasn’t that great.  

”Common language” ”Translated Finnish” The stranger parroted back her preferred title and Sabine, still teasing, confirmed it, ”Indeed.” His voice was thin and reminded her of a child's, although she wasn't entirely convinced he was one. He smelled...bad. Unkempt. Unclean. Like oil and dandruff with a dash of old blood thrown in for good measure. What was this creature before her? When he moved, she moved with him, easily keeping them facing one another. However, she did nothing in response to his step forward. ”What’s the gigan-tess doing here? It’s cold.” Gigan-tess. That was a new one on her. Sabine shrugged. ”I'm used to much colder. This? This is summer." As for why she was there... "I'm looking for my brother. Perhaps you've seen him.” If he had, he was sure to remember the sighting. Aki was hard to forgot. ”Big fella, big like me, with tusks like a pig.”

When he moved, her head followed him. There was something strange about her eyes though – the way she looked at him, or, something of the opposite. It wasn’t quite precise. In his many years of life, Cesar had noted the way that most liked to make eye contact when talking. Here, it wasn’t quite right. He liked how it was strange though, and continued grinning his hollow grin. The gigantess would explain why she felt no chill, and the little heathen would tilt his head to the right with a single bird-like motion, immediately struck with curiosity. ”Hnnnn,” he cooed, ”she must burn to a crisp when it’s hot out. Poof! All gone.” He’d seen desert before. Things there looked burnt and dehydrated. He figured that if this was warm to the gigantess, stuff that was really warm must’ve been hell.  

When she spoke again, she would answer his question. Looking for a brother. The word touched something in his mind – his thoughts rippling like the surface of a lake after the gentle fall of a leaf. The idea felt… distantly familiar. A brother. He knew what that was. Did he have any of his own? The beast’s blue gaze became glassy and his jaw slackened as he strained to capture the fleeting notion. Before real pursuit could even begin though, the woman’s description of her kin ripped him back to the present, and to his childish and awry mindset. Tusks? ”Whaaaaat?” he said, baffled and pale eyes widened. ”Like a pig?! Are you going to eat him???” he was distracted from answering by the particular description, which had set off a chain reaction of various erroneous connections in his brain.

”Common language” ”Translated Finnish” What an odd fellow. The more she talked to him the more Sabine was convinced that she was dealing with a ah, unique creature. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It did, however, make it all the more interesting. ”Indeed,” she said before quipping, ”I've lost many a cousin that way.” Judging by his reaction Sabine was certain he hadn't seen Aki. It was a shame, but not unexpected. She didn't know if he'd never wandered this far south. ”Mmhm,” she confirmed, ”Like a pig.” Aki would probably frown on being compared to a pig. If he tolerated the comparison at all he'd probably prefer something a little less demeaning like 'boar' but where was the fun in that? Are you going to eat him???" Sabine was quick with a response, her voice rising in mock indignation. ”Of course not!” A beat, then wryly, ”He'd taste terrible, I'm sure.”

His eyes lit up with surprise and some distant sort of approval as she confirmed (the sarcasm lost on him) that some of her relatives had gone up in smoke. ”Eh-hee! Maybe she should have Cesar’s colors, and Cesar have hers,” he tittered, making note of the contrasting color schemes that they each had. He certainly liked warmth much better than cold. He thought about plucking out eyeballs – a short-lived musing that fluttered by like a butterfly. She would also confirm his mental image for him. The picture in his mind was exactly the same as her, but even a little bigger with a manly angry frown, and pig tusks. Thinking about pigs and their tusks made him a bit hungry, and he frowned.

As his company spoke again, the little monster would cock his head interestedly to the side, blinking. ”Hmmm, but a pig would taste good,” he mused aloud, wistfully. Just then, another chilly blast of air hit his face and he shrunk inward some. ”Eugh,” he grumbled. He squinted his dry eyes, and searched around the metallic landscape until he found what appeared to be another opening. It went down. He sniffed, and perked a little. ”It’s cold!” he noted again. ”Cesar’s going down!” another merry chime before he pranced over towards the break in the ship. Closer inspection revealed a whole interior, accessible by the particular hole. It was sure to be warmer in there.