<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/aa/3d/f3/aa3df36ebdb625e84ede566f0e2ba799.jpg)</div><strong>Chava 'of the green' </strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274199.msg13476174#msg13476174)<br/><hr/>Chava trudged with the others.   The gruesome sight of the teenage boy and some of the live stock that litter the slope their destination.    A shiver is given as a breath of icy wind gusts around the group.    Felt even with her winter clothing on.    The town of some four hundred can be seen from their advantage point up on the slope.   Chava steels her stomach,  biting back the revulsion of seeing such gory details of the bloody snow.   Which stands out upon the pristine whiteness.<br/><br/>She is about to move forward to examine.  When suddenly that pristine whiteness is erupted by multiple figures of ape like creatures of white fur erupting from the deep banks of snow that drapes over the slope.   Almost immediately  Chava tries to think if she has ever seen these creatures before or at least heard of them.  If such is in either case,  it is not remembered in the moment.<br/><br/>Even through these  white ape like creatures seem have caught them by surprise.   They have not attacked.   Others move,  begin to pull out weapons.   Chava holds her ground,  ready to call upon a tangle vine to spring forth from her fingertips to take down the closes one to her if this quickly goes to bad.<br/><br/>The bard begins addressing the creatures.   Do they understand,  this remains to be seen.   Perhaps drawing a weapon to open negotiations does not give a impression one truly wishes peaceful intent.   The thought crosses Chava's mind.  For she assumes the out reach of attempting to communicate is such.   At least she assumes peaceful overtures as one doesn't try to talk if your planing and fight.   Unless your trying to pick a fight. As she watches in ready for this to turn bad.<br/><br/>One other thing does cross Chava's mind.   What the heck was Goruka doing,  did she plan to mate with the creatures. As she shook her rear end as she moved in what might be a mating ritual.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hold ground, ready to strike out with tangle vine.</div></div>