Grim Omens [OPEN]

[snarky_raptor]

Sharp Tongue is hunched over a patch of paving in the city, painting the ground with a brownish paste using her hand claws. Her eyes are bloodshot and her movements jerky. Symbols, shapes, things that may or may not have meaning. Something that could be a serpent, a man, a raptor, all figures delineated in messy smears. Swirls and slashes and spots

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[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout approaches, claws clattering faintly on the pavement as comes up to his tribemate, eying the strange shapes she's marking out. Strange, very strange indeed.

"What are you doing?"

[snarky_raptor]

"I have spoken," she says, without even looking up or slowing in her furious painting, "with the spirits."

"I must mark it before I forget it."
"I do not yet know what it means."

[visserbasher]

Upon seeing two raptors, a sane person would perhaps quickly run in the other direction.

"What in- are you painting?"

Loren was, apparently, not a very sane person.

[snarky_raptor]

Sharp Tongue again does not look up.

"Yes," she says curtly, almost snappishly, "I am."

Almost done almost done almost dooonnnee...

[visserbasher]

This is definitely not something you see every day.

"What is it?"

[snarky_raptor]

"I communed with the spirits and they showed me things that are not yet," she says shortly. Almost there almost there... the pictures are blurring in her memory....

A few fierce slaps of brown on the ground and "Hah!"

Sharp Tongue gives a fierce, triumphant hiss.

[visserbasher]

Loren turned to Red Snout. "Does this happen often?"

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout looked at Loren as if she had asked if the sky was blue. Or perhaps if water was wet.

"She is a shaman." He replied, as if this explained everything.

[visserbasher]

"...Oookay... So that's a yes."

[snarky_raptor]

Sharp Tongue stands up suddenly and jumps back away from her scrawlings, growling.

"I'm done. Yessss..."

She stares fiercely at the paintings. Shapes, really.

"Now I must decide what it means." She's kind of worn out already. Sharp Tongue's mixtures have left her dehydrated and in need of sleep, but she has to figure this out.

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout peered at the strange symbols. They are beyond him, even more than the human letters. It's a shaman thing, and he is not a shaman. Shamans scare him a bit, to be honest.

"I am certain you will, Sharp Tongue." He offered reassuringly.

[visserbasher]

Loren craned her head, looking closely at the... whatever it was, then at the raptors, then back at the paint scribble.

She thought about saying something but really, she had no idea what.

Why was her life so weird?

[snarky_raptor]

"It is not good."

Sharp Tongue paces up and down her line of paint smearings.

"This," she taps a bunch of indistinct, lumpy lines. "Dead. Lots of dead. Many humans."

"Serpent."

She taps one, then extends a handclaw to hit another mass of them. "Many serpents."

"Water, fire," she mutters, now focusing on some blurry scrawlings around more raptors and people.

"It is very confused. Something comes. Something bad."

She shakes her head.

[visserbasher]

"Many humans? You can tell what species, not dinosaurs like you?" She wasn't being critical, simply curious.

[snarky_raptor]

"The difference between a raptor and a man is very clear, is it not?" says Sharp Tongue, looking up from her paint smears.

She regards all the humanoids on the ship, for the most part, as funny-looking humans.

[visserbasher]

"Ah, if you say so. I'll take your word for it."