Shofax Jungle, threads weave, golden strands -privet, PM if you really want in-

He did not like to leave the Empress' side for anything, she could do little to defend herself and needed him, yet she still insisted on sending him out for foolish things her servant maidens could have handled. /But I trust only you to know what I like/ she would coo to him and he would obey, always he would obey. Cobalt eyes scanned the package of textiles in his black talons, making sure not a thread was out of place, and all was in absolutly pristine condition for when he returned it to his great mother. Gold markings on white made him an odd sight within the dense foliage of the jungle surrounding him, grey hair and fur was all the camoflouge he had, but it mattered little to the solder.

The thick silk of his embroidered skirt rustled softly as Mathais moved across the earthen floor, odd daggers glinting at the small of his back, bellow his opalescent wings. His home was not far now, and his height, though only roughly seven feet allowed him a good view of his surroundings. Ah, there, he could feel her much stronger now, like a low hum in the back of his mind. His concern for her vanished, now that she was present in the base of his skull. His foot falls slowed, he could take his time now, enjoy the leaves and trees, he would know the instent she needed him, he was no longer so far away, his Mother's presence was not dulled. She was never gone, but over distance, she would blurr faintly.

Switching the small parcel to the hook on his belt, his hands were left free to smooth out the cloth he wore, brushing a faint amount of dust from the almost dark rust colored cloth.

Silence was second nature to him, for he could not speak. His throat had been torn into as a newborn, and he had been denied speech, but granted his life in the gamble his father, the high priest and monarch of Nun Falls, had made for him without his consent. But, he had grown with a different sort of speech, thank the gods, who had spared him of death. He was now one step in ranking below his father, at the prime young age of nineteen, the youngest any of his kind had gained that sort of respect.

Yes, he was a prodigy. Well, it wasn't his choice to be one, really. His monarch of a father, a fully transformed hemitian, would have nothing other than the best. So the son had dutifully given. His father had always told him; "Wen the Gods save, one is grateful and returns to them". And so, Hakizimana, named for his miraculous survival at infancy at the gods' hands, gave his all to the altar.

Well, not all....Some of the gods demanded chastity, or celibacy, but Hakizi as a young meddian hadn't quite been able to stifle his thoughts, though he remained virgin. He craved sexuality, though his father denied it - that is, until Hakizimana was out of his most loving father and mother's reach. Now that he was a high priest, he was allowed free roam over Pentra, Fellgrad, and all the other good continents, though woe behold his soul if he went to Grimm. Even he loathed that place, and he was supposed to be free of judgment of others! Well, the gods had spared him once on lesser terms, perhaps they would spare him this prejudice of a famed evil place.

But now, he was exploring the Shofax Jungle, for he didn't crave only sexuality (though this could wait), he craved knowledge. Any sort of knowledge, really, whether it was to be the consolation to a solemn soul who wished to confess their wrongs, and receive unbiased opinions and advice, or merely the coloration of a certain type of flower when it wilts. He loved to know things, for he was always curious.

But now he was curious about something different, something indeed new! His cross-pupil yellow eyes focused in front of him at the figure many yards away. He'd been following the figure for only a little while - but he'd gathered that the gold white and black form was a hyme of a hive he wasn't currently aware of. But the markings on the hyme male.... They were absolutely stunning! Hakizi found himself wanting to search the male's entire body - and not entirely for any hidden purposes....

But first he had to play it safe - he had not yet confirmed whether or not the male was violent, and therefore he was unsure of approaching him, no matter how much he wished to. So for how, he remained silent in the cover of the jungle, though he was surprised his colors had not yet given him away. But....His skin did match most the bark of the trees, though when he stood behind a bush of green, he stood out like a firefly in the dark.

But, that was if he wasn't careful. He brought an arm forward, so as to support himself as he stood up from the bush to hide behind another tree trunk, but heard the leaves rustle as his clothes snagged on a branch. His golden eyes widened, the black crosses shrinking with alarm. Had the Hyme heard?

It was silent, not in that eerie, cautious sort of way, but in the way of forests with only the soft sounds of life to count for noise. Mathais flexed his wings, catching the rays of light with them as he examined some marks carved into the bark of a tree. They were glyphs that warned of his hive being near, claiming this as the territory of the Empress. They were still in fairly good condition, and wouldn't need to be touched up for some time yet.

Trees rustled behind him, not the sound of wind dancing in trees, but movement. Mathais' eyes narrowed, tilting his head back faintly, but doing little yet to show he had heard such a motion. The pair of miniature arms which came over his shoulders slightly tense as he reached his hands to his lower back, tiger stripes of gold disapearing into his skirts. His talons closed around the ring like hilts of the daggers, which were joined by a gold chain. Unhooking the blades he kept one in hand but let the other touch the ground holding only the chain, his neck and wrist fur bristling as he turned, keeping the chain loose.

"Come out, I heard you, don't try to hidez"

He called, his voice a low lilt. He had not brought the blades into motion yet, simple to bare, should the motion in the shadows be hostile.

Hakizimana flinched, silently cursing himself in his mind - of course, that's all he could do unless he wanted to spare the effort to call himself an idiot in his sign language. But then again, he could always gargle in his throat, but that would hurt.

Reluctantly, he stood from being on all fours, standing his full height, and even from this distance was obviously towering over the hyme at a massive thirteen and three inches height. All his kind were generally long-bodied, though not many chose to remain at the growth stage he preferred. He didn't want to be a long-body, and he didn't want to be a beetle, so he chose to stay at this neutral form, tall and lean.

He didn't know, however, if he was supposed to approach, so he didn't. He surveyed from his different standpoint, and found that he wanted to survey those markings of the hyme even more. They were just so intriguing!

Oh, he wished after even 19 years of not speaking, to be able to beckon to the other, for surely the hyme would assume he had the ability of speech. If that assumption proved true, Hakizi would be in a sorrowful situation, because most likely the hyme did not know his sign language, considering they were of different continents, it was understandable. But it didn't make him feel any better.

At the towering revealation of the other from within the thick bushes, Mathais was taken aback, having not expected such height from something in these parts. The other appeared timid however, peeking the way it was from round the trees and such and Mathais felt a little guilty drawing his blades with out provocation. Transffering the chain from one hand to the other so as to beckon the other closer. "Come clozer, it'z ok I will not hurt you." He called, moving as he did to re-hook the blades to the back of his skirt.

Keeping on cobalt eye on the newcomer. For surely he would have remembered if he had seen one such as this before. Once done he smoothed his hands down the front of his skirt, trying to look presentable rather then ready to fight, silver hair sweeping past his black and white chest, and down around his hips.

At the beckoning, Hakizimana couldn't help but give a windy sigh of relief. At least he wasn't in trouble for spying. That wouldn't have fared well, for though he was well capable in the fighting arts, specifically in ones that use kicks, he didn't like to fight.

He braced himself - mentally - and parted the bushes carefully, not wanting to damage the precious leaves and branches, stepping halfway over and between them delicately. Successfully having made through the foliage there, he paced the ground, his hips naturally swaying in his movement, thick tail swaying a few half seconds behind. He approached the hyme slowly, for he both didn't want to intimidate the male with his height, or to seem like a threat.

Those weapons were just as fascinating to him as the hyme himself, but both together were a dangerous entity he didn't want to invoke. But, the hyme didn't look read to fight, even with his formidable weaponry. That soothed his frantic nerves a little. But ever more in the back of his mind buzzed the worry of speech. Would he be judged, rejected without being properly acquainted, just by his lack of vocals?

Or would this hyme turn out to be sensitive to problems, and understand Hakizimana's plight? Oh he hoped it was the latter!

Mathais watched as the strange one picked his way through the bows of trees, and stems that grew from the ground with care. His gaze soften at the caution taken so as not to trample the plants in his path. Not many others would have considered even trying to avoid making a mess, lett alone many of the size of this one. He was still a little shocked, it wasn't every day he met someone knew here, let alone someone so different. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but he had a kindness to his gaze, born of the timid looking movements of the other that kept it from remaining blank so he opted to try and appear freindly, after all he had no reason not to be so.

Once he was only inches from the other, who easily towered over him, but made little effort to do so, Mathais reached forward, his palms up showing that despite his talons he held no weapons, meant no harm. He reached for the other's hand, whom he was asuming was a male and silently praying he was not somehow mistaken. It was quite a simple gesture, trailing the tips of his talons, as softly as he could over the palm of the strange male's hand, leaving his own turned up so the motion could be returned.

It was a greating, he wasn't sure if this stranger would understand it or not, he hoped at least it would be taken kindly, he did not want to be kicked for a misunderstanding.
"Hello... it meanz hello." He offered, his mouth, smaller and more delicate then most males hardly moved to form the words. His gaze wondered over the other, trying to find a comfortable place to rest since he was so much shorter, he did not want to crane his neck, but also did not want to find him self staring any place innapropriate.

Haki was touched by the gesture - both literally and emotionally, and couldn't help the slight turn up of the folds of skin just behind the half beak he was born with, in the innocent symbol of a smile he could hardly muster. He bowed his head a little, recognizing the male hyme's plight with his towering height, but he did not return the gesture. His own people had their unique way of greeting. If the hyme seemed so comfortable as to use his form of greeting, Haki would use his own.

He knelt down, so he was level with the hyme, and timidly brought his head forward, gently pressing the rounded part of his beak to the hyme's forehead, before pulling back and bowing lowly in respect. Now, the bow wasn't part of the greeting, but he felt the hyme deserved that gesture, just for good measure. Still though, he feared his inability to speak. But, he wouldn't get anywhere by not trying.

He raised up a little, squatting as it was easier to see the other then. He sat perfectly balanced on his two-taloned feet, not wavering at all. But, that could be partly due to his tail, which sat heavily on the ground, supporting most of his weight. Shyly, he raised his two forearms, raising his eyebrow-less ridges in question, as he gently gestured with his open hands.

Out of the three signs required to ask the simple question, Hakizimana started the first, he held his hand palm forward towards the hyme. Going at a pace he deemed childishly slow, he brought both his hands together, one claw out, the others tucked in, and twice bouncing his hands together, vertically, then held his hands out wide, and gestured slightly, bringing them in a little and then bouncing them a little horizontally. Of course, he knew what this meant. He was asking for the hyme's name, but doubted the hyme would know what the language meant.

Mathais stood motionless as the exchange took place, only raising his talons to his forehead when the other had stepped away from him. It was obvious that his greeting was being returned, so he allowed a small smile to move the edges of his mouth, well the painted tiny lips that he was pretending were all of his mouth.
Tilting his head sideways he watched the hand gestures, a little confused, and then She was there, in the back of his skull. Mother whispered and it was clear.

His eyes widened a little before he spoke. "Oh, It iz Mathais." He laughed softly, hardly a sound really, touching his talons to his chest. "You?" He leaned forward a little as he asked, trying to make a freindly distence between them rather then the gap there was now.

Pleased with the reaction was positive, rather than disgusted, Haki gave a wider smile, though he was sure it looked demented on his beak. He didn't really care how the hyme - Mathais - knew what he said, but it was apparent that as long as he took things slowly, the hyme would understand.

Patiently, he signed with one hand the alterations of the language the letters of his long and difficult name, Hakizimana, then paused, and repeated the first four letters for his nickname. His head tilted in the way it normally did when he was waiting or thinking - and he clicked his mandibles faintly, in a way announcing he was about to start something again.

Simply, he creased his brows in a request for a detailed answer, and raised one hand with one claw up, and slowly wagged his hand for a moment. Then, he brought that hand up, with closed claws, touching the tips of his claws first to his mandible, and then to his beak.

He wanted to know where the Hyme's home was - he was most curious about the origin of this male, for he hadn't seen a hyme of such vibrant colors. Eerily almost, his eyes blinked backwards - for he didn't need to close his eyes if he didn't want to, there were lens that folded back for him, naturally every few seconds. And, if he really wished to, he could flip his tongue out and clean his eyes himself, but he didn't really like to do that.

Mathais waited for the translation to enter his mind, following each motion swiftly and commiting it to memory. He remained silent, waiting, would his Empress want him to bring this one to her? After a moment, he smiled, that same small smile. "Haki, can I call you that?" He tilted his head to the side and reached out for the tall creatures hand. "thiz way, home iz thiz way." She cooed in his mind, whispered soft things, bring him she whispered, take care of him.

Mathais would do just that of course, but first, Haki might be hungry or thirsty and the Empress' hive was always hospitably to quests, besides Mathais found Haki to be quite endearing. "I'll show you, and later you can meet Empressz." He offered a friendly look, having to gaze up didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.