Just within the gates were two large creatures, about the size of a small horse. Their stance was clearly defensive, as were the weapons held in their hands that were curved and efficient looking. The creatures, while clearly not humanoid, were surprisingly not totally unfamiliar to the eye. They resembled Terran tree frogs, but on a far more massive scale. Their bodies were slender, nearly delicate looking despite their size, but their bulk fit into the size of the rainforest all around them.
They had the strong hind legs of a frog, but the front legs and hands that gripped a blade in either were definitely meant for more then just hopping around. Along either side of their body, were tentacles, about five feet long each, that were held at their sides like wings. Their skin held a sheen to it, and looked almost like metal itself as if they were covered in liquid armor. Bright red eyes watched the approaching party carefully.
At Uhura's greeting, the two creatures looked at each one, then gave what could only be described as a chortle back. Sacs at their throats expanded and contracted rapidly, not to any bulbous size but noticeably.
There was a higher series of notes from behind the two frog-like creatures, and they parted. It was clear when sizing up the first two with the new ones that the first two were guards of some variety. The new creatures, three of them, were smaller in size and came in a much different style.
They had garments that wrapped around them almost like complicated shawls, completely unbinding and possibly just ornamental. The cloth matched their skin colors in an eye-pleasing combination, and each frog had a very different kind of skin. It was textured differently in each as much as the color was different. The one on the far right had skin that resembled the bark of the trees that they had passed coming in, white-creamy. The one on the far left had a leaf-pattern, so real that it looked like the wind would disturb the pattern. The one in the middle, a little larger, had skin that resembled the sky at night - black with spots of white in varying sizes.
It was that one that stepped forward, and speaking to them as a group, let out a series of notes that rapidly turned itself into a song. It was like musical beat-boxing, as some of the notes were clearly not just singing but clicking, softer and higher, sharper and looser, giving it a beat and more depth. It was happy-sounding, matching the greeting they had been given but longer.
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Date: 2009-12-23 04:58 pm (UTC)They had the strong hind legs of a frog, but the front legs and hands that gripped a blade in either were definitely meant for more then just hopping around. Along either side of their body, were tentacles, about five feet long each, that were held at their sides like wings. Their skin held a sheen to it, and looked almost like metal itself as if they were covered in liquid armor. Bright red eyes watched the approaching party carefully.
At Uhura's greeting, the two creatures looked at each one, then gave what could only be described as a chortle back. Sacs at their throats expanded and contracted rapidly, not to any bulbous size but noticeably.
There was a higher series of notes from behind the two frog-like creatures, and they parted. It was clear when sizing up the first two with the new ones that the first two were guards of some variety. The new creatures, three of them, were smaller in size and came in a much different style.
They had garments that wrapped around them almost like complicated shawls, completely unbinding and possibly just ornamental. The cloth matched their skin colors in an eye-pleasing combination, and each frog had a very different kind of skin. It was textured differently in each as much as the color was different. The one on the far right had skin that resembled the bark of the trees that they had passed coming in, white-creamy. The one on the far left had a leaf-pattern, so real that it looked like the wind would disturb the pattern. The one in the middle, a little larger, had skin that resembled the sky at night - black with spots of white in varying sizes.
It was that one that stepped forward, and speaking to them as a group, let out a series of notes that rapidly turned itself into a song. It was like musical beat-boxing, as some of the notes were clearly not just singing but clicking, softer and higher, sharper and looser, giving it a beat and more depth. It was happy-sounding, matching the greeting they had been given but longer.