"Wait no no no not into the water-!!" Too late as Elias suddenly found himself soaked as his ‘savior’ ran into the lake, before being placed down.
"Well I had taken a shower this morning, but thank you." Elias said as he promptly removed his turtleneck, twisting it to squeeze out the excess water and placed it on his arm for now.
"Well I suppose bees are a good cause for taking me into your arms like that. Not usually how I meet someone." A hand extended. "Elias Acorn."
Oaken’s ears fell as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly at the comment. He’d just been so concerned by the bees he hadn’t thought about the other. As the king tried to dry off the centuar did his own twisting of his mane, tail flicking water droplets into the air.
At the extended hand he paused, taking it with a firm shake, “Name Oaken. Nice meet El- Elll-“. His cheeks grew a bit red as he tried to sound out the name the best he could. But the farthest he got was ‘El’. So with a shrug and a silly smile, “Sorry. Oaken not good with Englush”.
His nervousness was overwritten by child-like behavior. He noticed the twin braids and quietly reached up, batting at them softly. He didn’t realize he was doing this.
Oaken blinked down at the child, a bit dumbfounded by the sudden change in behavior. But after a moment a grin crawled onto his lips and he gave a laugh, snorting in amusement. He lifted himself a bit to keep his braids out of reach to tease the little one.
“What little one name?”
Wolf paused from the stomp and quickly went into a defense pose. He pulled his helmet back down. He jolted back when he saw the creature clearly. What in the… Wolf studied the creature again. A cenetar? He had only seen this species in mythological books. Maybe this one was an experiment. Splice between a hedgehog and horse.
He heard the other greeting, not sure to what else to do other than lowered in his arms,”Hi.”
Oaken flinched at the sudden turn and the defensive position the other took. His ears lowered as he eyed the visitor uncertainly, wanting to step a little closer to get a better look but wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. Especially considering how jumpy this man seemed. Not only that but he could get a good scent from where he was standing and it wasn’t a good one.
His ears only perked back up at the response and he couldn’t help the smile, a bit relieved. “What name? My name Oaken”, he paused for a moment before cautiously leaning forward and extending his hand. Wasn’t that a form of greeting for the ones on two legs? It seemed to be the best introduction for this strange creature with shiny skin.
Well things seemed peaceful at least. It was nice to come across a forest that untouched like that.
…Well it was peaceful, until he was suddenly startled by the appearance of the other. Elias was about to speak when he suddenly found himself grabbed by the centaur, yelping slightly as he was pulled up.
"H-Hey! What are you running from, and why did you grab me?!"
“Oaken- run from- bees”, he huffed as he picked up the pace. It was probably hard to hear the faint buzzing of the angry swarm just a few feet behind them with his heavy breathing. But if he turned to look back the other would see them for sure and they were rather persistent too.
His home was coming up fast and with a final leap he burst into the field. Uncertain if the bees would come any further he raced over to the lake. Without giving it much thought about the king in his arms he jumped into the water, drenching the poor guy. Once in the water, which reached up to his elbows he stilled, listening carefully. It was a good long moment before finally he stepped out of the cool water, flank shivering. He gave a proud snort, glancing down at the visitor in some rather strange clothing..
That was also very wet.
With a sheepish smile he placed the other onto the ground, “Oaken sorry”. He hoped he hadn’t upset the man.
Mephiles was out cold for a few minutes before waking up, still looking a bit scared.
Thankfully for his sanity, the spear was no longer in his sight. The water felt nice, though…
The little demon would stay quiet, in fear of being injured or killed.
Oaken tried for his friendliest smiles, hoping to ease the little one, “Oaken sorry to scare little one.. Oaken won’t hurt”.
Stupid warp ring…
Blinking as he came to, Elias found himself in a forest - not unlike the one that used to surround Knothole Village prior to it’s destruction. Definitely not in New Mobotropolis, that for certain.
Curious about where he had wound up, the Acorn king decided to explore for now, unaware that he wasn’t alone in this forest.
A good yard away Oaken was approaching fast, willing his legs to send him speeding through the forest. Honey was hard to come by and he’d been needing to collect some for the longest time after finding a nest. Though his skills had grown a little rusty and in the end, he’d angered a swarm of bees in his attempt to retrieve the resource.
He’d turned to look over his shoulder in time to see the bees a good 10 feet behind him, still chasing him. When he turned back he finally saw the visitor and skidded to a halt. He reared up in surprise, almost falling over in the process. Oaken was about to apologize until he remembered why he was running.
So without much word he scooped up the other into his arms and went into a gallop. He just had to either fine some water or get out of their range. Which ever came first..
Black shook his head when he saw he was just confusing Oaken further.
"Whatever, it’s not like it’s that important." Black said. His tail was was swaying lightly side to side.
Black wondered if Oaken knew where they were going, or if Oaken just chose a direction and walked.
He frowned at the comment, about to speak up when he heard a distant howl to the right of them. It was far but Oaken had good reason to worry. Those wolves were much larger then the average wolf and he did not want a repeat of what happened with bird man.
The centaur paused for a long moment, simply listening to any other sounds. He hoped they weren’t headed his direction. Plus, he’d wanted to show Black the one tree in the forest that grew a strange form of leaves. It had been exciting to play in the field back when Snowy had visited but to his displeasure it seemed that a hunt was taking place near there.
With a nervous snort Oaken lifted the other off the ground and placed him on his back, the fur only slightly damp now. “Wolves. Keep Black close”, now he was regretting leaving his spear at home.
Black tried to think of a way to explain what he meant.
"When I say I was made I meant I was…born unnaturally? They were able to choose how much I was like either of my, umm, "parents", and one of my "parents" had eyes like these."
Born and unnaturally was never two words Oaken would think of putting together. Wasn’t the process of being born natural? So his confusion only grew as Black tried to explain. One can’t simply choose what someone looks like before they are born. That did not make much sense!
Either way Oaken nodded, humming a bit in thought. As they moved Oaken couldn’t help but notice the lizard like tail Black sported as well. It was all very strange to him.
A flash of light appears in the middle of the forest. Once the light disappeared, an armor plated hedgehog hold his arm out in a defense pose. He looks around every direction waiting for something to jump out. Wolf falls off defense letting his arm turn back to normal. He haven’t seen this much green in awhile and it was quite. He tilts the helmet back to his muzzle to smell the fresh air. The trees seemed to be much bigger than the one’s back home. Then he notices the strange carved marking on it. He looked below to see bark chips. Wolf backs away from the tree. Something was here a minute ago. Wasn’t sure if he was being watched. But why did the Wrap Ring send him here?
Just in the corner of his vision he saw the flash and instantly jumped, fur rising on his shoulders. His ears perked high, swerving about to try and catch any other sounds. There were light footsteps that crunched the leaves and twigs on the ground a few feet away. The creature sounded as if it was on two legs. Oaken glance at the knife in his hand with a frown, wondering if he should keep it out just in case but concluded that it was probably a visitor.
Carefully he stepped closer, peering from the tree to eye strange looking clothing. It did not look like any fabric he’d seen before. Now he was curious and with a loud stomp he let the other know he was just behind him. “Hello”, he greeted with a friendly smile, stepping out into the open.