Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)
Zaro'Alk -> Tamonten
Rocky section of far Beach end.
Inspecting the unusual woman whom looked so light Zaro was sure she could hoist around with ease, although she did lack the logical reason to do so, it gave the Giantess more confidence in how any altercation would proceed, from beginning to end; having the superior strength and apparent agility with a weapon, or apparently from the shorter female's left-handed practice, made the Dragoness feel more secure. Even less reasons for the pale-skinned one to take so much offense so as to try and retaliate for a largely wounded pride. That itself would be an incredibly poor idea... however, it did seem like this humanoid was not at all interested in pointless conflict. With all this in mind Zaro did feel a little more at ease as she listened to the nervous words spout out into the air, perhaps to attempt humour? The giant female tilted her head to one side in curiousity, being of literal minded, she though back to whatever seemed embarrassing before, and concluded this was, as lacking in comfort for pale woman as it was, the most embarrassing sight ever.
At least the engineered Demoness understood the point, and glanced to the aforementioned left arm, thoughtful inquiry flitted across her dragonian features before having her attentions shifted to the spoken topic of relevance - unsurprisingly it was because her left arm was less suitable for the task then the right, something she could perhaps relate to, had she the inclination for pointless small-talk to make a audible note of it. Zaro also noticed the quaint, unusual action of a swordslady leaving her only obvious means of defense behind, naturally the Giantess did not respond in kind but neither did she act any less approachable as she actually made the effort to approach the otherwise silent, unmoving Dragoness, the quick demise of such a great distance between the pair prompting the far larger woman to somewhat-easily walk away from the rock, giving herself more space in which to move around should things come to violence; she did not wish to be trapped against a wall, even against a smaller opponent.
It was then the more sociable female continued to walk towards her, that the engineered killing machine wished to back away or tense, instead she managed to resist those less sociable instincts and narrowed her eyes slightly, ears perked when her counterpart finally stopped, within arm's reach, and offered her hand for some greetings, at which her much, much lighter voice sounded out with less enviousness then before, accompanying the hand that still remained un-touched. After a moment or two of watching the pale-skinned woman's face for any ulterior motive, Zaro slowly extended the left hand to her right still clutching the spear, if loosely and pointing it away, and grasped the significantly contrasting limb in a somewhat 'gentle' way - strong enough to make any normal person concerned about losing it, if one antagonized the beast before them. At least for now the Giantess felt at some modicum of peace, the impassiveness down to bodily shape and texture rather then intent, for the silver-scaled Shield-Maiden had no reason to think her opposite was at all aggressive, that much had been understood.
Lolling the female's name upon her jaws repeatedly, she gave a slow, light shake of the hands then retracted it with the social awkwardness that did her great size no justice. "Zzaro..." She offered for the thinner one to remember, and shifted her broad shoulders that probably made the smaller female feel even more minute, feeling and hearing a gentle pop of some pressure somewhere in the inhumanly strong Dragoness' muscles. Perhaps it was merely to avoid the social awkwardness that brewed, and the more she put it off, the more speaking her rough, guttural voice became difficult. "Embarrassing, yes it was... but it is practice, not to impress." She began, tilting her horned and long-eared skull to one side, blinking slowly and thrumming out a kind of cliff-against-cliff noise more likely to erupt from a overly large cat purring, if it's throat consisted of gravel. Again words were quite difficult to find, her mind so much more used to the total lack of speaking. "...I don't find it to... feel humour, about..." Teeth gritted at the poor conversational skills, and she decided to move away to half-circle the woman, the massive female's weight leaving imprints of vaguely raptor-like feet in the soft sand, investigating her body with the eyes with a purely inspecting gaze, however un-comfortable that would be to 'Tomonten'. Now it became easier to think, when thinking of words in the context of something more... constructive then mere introductions.
She stopped a few meters away between the woman and her discarded weapon, and hefted her own up, standing aside and partially turned towards the wooden 'blade', a subtle hint towards the future of their conversation, however unusual it was. "You do seem... odd when practicing. Too rigid, forced, wanting to, not calm, fluid - needing to." She surmised without that pause one possessed when running out of words, finding something like this more natural, and speaking about why she just gazed all over the girl, though with eyes that gave not a flitting second of lust or predatory hunger, it was not so terrible as it could have been. Glancing over at the wooden training sword, Zaro flicked her head, letting the spire-dreadlocks fly to and fro briefly, and mumbled a wordless grumbling noise as she sought to speak something - anything - to cease the social awkwardness. "If thou wish, we can train, here?" She wondered out-loud, eyes relaxed in their curious narrowed state, long tail flickering then becoming limp at the lack of that mental-block and the creation of a idea for 'Tomonten', or something better then the total lack of a objective lately. Why was she drawn to the pale one? A question that really went un-answered. Regardless she awaited a response without urgency.
