Melceys

You step out from beneath the shade and blink rapidly as the unforgiving sunlight hits your face. Adjusting to the brightness, you walk a few steps further and gaze across the wide expanse of the golden plain. The blue sky stretches towards the heavens and the swaying grass rises to meet it. The fringed heads of the tall plants dance to the rhythm of the wind and the wispy clouds drift in white ribbons across the sky. A movement in the grass breaks you out of your trance and you search intently for the cause..........

"Welcome," a deep voice calls. You look around frantically, searching for the speaker...and see no one. "I'm down here, ignorant human!" Your eyes fall to the small, red, cat-like creature sitting not five feet in front of you. "Yes, that's much better," the crature said, calming down, "I am known as Roano, a fire type melcey."

"Hey, what about me?" you hear a high pitched voice call out. Another melcey, this one teal shaded, bounds out of the scanty brush, it's long ears flopping behind it. "Hi, I'm Vastago," he squeaks,"a life melcey."

Suddenly, the two melceys go quiet and a deathly calm covers the area, as if a storm was near. A lithe black female stalks out of the brush, her head held high and her eyes narrowed, hostility radiated from her body. "You trespass, stranger!" she growled, "but never fear, you will not be here long. For I am Sotana, one of the crazed riptides!"

While the wild one rants, a new melcey pads up behind her and plops down. Seemingly unaware of the danger of that act, he rolls over and starts playing with her tail, batting it around like a toy. The riptide draws back a hind leg and with a mighty kick, throws the other across the grass. He gets up and grins. "Heya all, I'm Zarza. Pleased ta meetcha." He then goes back to his task.

A fifth melcey pads up quietly and sits down to wait while Zarza and Sotana work out their differences. She stares curiously and licks a paw to start grooming. But after seeing that this would never end, she turns to you and politely introduces herself. "Greetings stranger, I am Remolina, the first melcey of the new year. It is nice to meet you." She bows her head in welcome.

A little female approaches and sits beside the other. She twitches her tail impatiently and lifts a paw to scratch at her ear. "This is boring." She whines, rolling over onto her back. Turning to the water melcey, she says, "I am Vilorta, new come from the Purple Savannah."