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| Cadell | Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:24 am Post #1 |
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[OOC]the threads open to anyone who has an interest really feel free to pm me for ideas of where to lead it :)[OOC] The sun crept up silently, as if stalking the world. The nights stars still sparkled gently in the now deep blue sky as dawn began to break. The mist and harsh cold of the night still clung to the ground here. Swirling around the pillars and broken ruins of the old cathedral like the currents in a great river. Crystals of ice trailed over the shattered pillars and crumbling statues leaving a gleam that hinted at their former glory. The grass that had grown so freely over the remnants of this once great building stood sharp and poised, coated in the winters frost. The cathedral itself stood in a tattered disarray. Fallen walls, pillars dislodged and laying in shards across the now uneven cobble stones. Great tufts of flora tearing through the mortar of this ancient civilization as nature reclaimed its stone and brought it back to her breast. Through this new wilderness a single deer wandered, picking its way over the rubble and through the the overgrown plants that now stood so proud over the once giant cathedral. It darted lightly through the gaps before picking its way to a particularly green resting place. Its flanks steamed in the morning light, glistening gently as its breath rose in a slow plume before being consumed into the mist. Lowering its head it began to feed on the gently thawing grass. The deer's ears pricked up listening intently for the slightest of sound. Cadell watched patiently. Her gray eyes scanning over the solitary deer. She lay in wait, as still and as quiet as the morning. Her position was high above her prey, perched on an alcove buried into one of the few remaining walls that stood around this ancient cathedral. The hewn stone and moss covered blocks blended seamlessly with her gray and mottled skin. Exhaling slowly she edged forward careful not to make a sound. “Such a perfect vantage point, its as if this place was created for the hunt.” Cadell thought before turning her mind back to the task at hand. She did not truly understand this place. Her knowledge of buildings and indeed civilization itself was limited. Her journey to this land had been a painful one and she came from a culture that knew nothing of monuments and religion. Her people lived only for the hunt and such buildings, such cities, such civilizations seemed superfluous. Why group together when all that matters is survival and making the kill? She had stalked this location out for two days before a creature finally approached her. In her past she would not have looked twice at such an animal. It was too weak to be deemed a challenge to her skills but since her body was thrown through rushing white waters of a great river and her flesh was torn by the arrows of another hunter she had lost much of her prowess. Cadell's tools of the hunt had been reduced to a small bow she had fashioned from what little she could find in this new land and arrows she had hastily created. Her wounds were still fresh, though now bandaged in animal hides and moss. She could feel the dull ache in her side from the spear point and searing pain in her thigh when she urged her legs to run. This deer would serve Cadell for now. Its meat would sustain her and the sinews, hide and bone would clothe and arm her. Carefully she drew an arrow from the quiver on her back. She notched it and slowly drew it back, wincing as the wood creaked from the tension, for a second the deers ears pricked up. Cadell held her breath in anticipation. The second stretch out into an eternity as Cadell held the bow under tension close to her unblinking eye the shot lined up waiting for the deer to resume its morning feast. Her sharp teeth bit into her lip as the tension mounted. She needed a single clean shot, her eyes we're fixated on the creatures neck. Once the deer lowered its head she would fire and claim her rightful prize. A single footstep broke the silence Both Cadell's and the deer's eyes flew wide. The deer stood bolt upright for a split second before preparing to flee. Cadell gasped in fear at loosing her kill. It had to be now. She didn't wait for the deer to spring forward. She loosed her arrow. Hearing the bow string sing its signature note as the arrow whistled away. The shot was true. It struck the deer, its bone tip driving forward to meet its brothers. The impact knocked the deer down, the arrow sticking awkwardly from its slender neck. There was no time to think. She knew the kill wasn't clean. Grabbing another arrow she pulled it back on the bow and fired once more. This time Cadell finished the job. Its shaft splintered as it shot into the deers skull but the damage was done to both the the beast and her prize. The skull would make a worthless trophy now. She slid from the edge of the alcove, grabbing the ledge with her right hand before dropping the rest of the distance to the uneven floor. She gasped in pain as the weight hit her wounded leg. She stumbled forward. Reaching out a hand she grabbed the neck of the still warm carcass. Blood trickling between her fingers. She bared her teeth as she snarled. “The prize is mine! Try to take it and you will be prey too!” In truth she was in no condition fight off a powerful enemy but she still had her hunters wits and she wouldn't back away from her rightful victory as a hunter with out a fight. Edited by Cadell, Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:27 am.
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| Nkiruka | Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:24 pm Post #2 |
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In truth, Nkiruka had never seen so many highwaymen congregate in a single spot before that. The little buggers were quick, too -- an advantage to being mounted, she supposed. They rolled through, slaughtered ten of the twelve mercenaries guarding the caravan, and took control of the entire thing in a matter of seconds. The only reason Nkiruka and her avariel friend survived was their own superior mobility: wings. He died within the hour from a fatal crossbow wound. She, on the other hand, was fine, but now mind-blowingly lost in the woods. What the hell were those merchants even carrying that would attract so much attention? Too tired to fly, Nkiruka continued on foot. There wasn't much else to do at this point except press forward in one direction, hoping to come across a town offering places to sleep. (That was the ideal, of course, as Nki didn't feel confident enough to spend the night in the woods, surrounded by strange monsters.) Tomorrow she would fly back to her employer, inform him of the news and demand an explanation. Having gotten her hopes up from a glimpse of stone through the trees, the mercenary was disappointed to realize that the place was only a ruin. Still, it was probably a better place to rest than the forest proper. She wandered through the intricate, plant-covered architecture, getting a feel of her surroundings. She heard a noise nearby. "Hello?" Turning to move in that direction, Nkiruka rounded a corner and was immediately greeted by a snarling giant. Raised eyebrows were the only indicators of her surprise; she took a couple steps backward, holding her cloak of patchwork furs closer to her body. It shouted at her, claiming the dead deer as its own. Nkiruka's free hand inched toward the hilt of her knife, masked by her cloak. "I'm just passing through. I mean no harm." Her eyes passed over strips of hide dyed deep crimson, particularly one wrapped around the giant's thigh. "Are you wounded? You should really go see a medic about that. Probably a better idea than running around the wilderness slaughtering deer." [OOC: Sorry about the short post, blah] |
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| Cadell | Tue Dec 28, 2010 2:46 am Post #3 |
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[OOC]Oh gods over a week to reply I'm really sorry![OOC] Her slate gray eyes scanned quickly across the horizon, irises shrinking as they stared into the brightening skyline. Orange bleeding into the blue black of the retreating night as the sun began its accent. She wasn't sure if it was the mist, or the changing light of morning but Cadell found it hard to place the sounds. Her normally acute hearing and eye sight could pick out the sounds of life around her but now she was struggling. Had she been out of the hunt for so long? Running her eyes over the foreground, between out crops of brush and crumbling pillars she was worried. To her ears the sound was not local fauna but a person. Her fear was averted as a voice rang out clear over the eerie morning air. “Hello?” Finally, she turned finding the source of the noise. She tensed slightly at first, her grip tightening on the animals neck. She couldn't fight in her condition this would not be something to confront head on or with the skills she no longer had a grasp of. She was out of practice to say the least. Cadell took in the newcomer. Her outline was difficult to make out the cloak the woman was wrapped in made it difficult to determine where she began and the forest ended. It was brilliant camouflage, though now she was aware of her presence Cadell could examine more freely. She was short, compared at least to Cadell's own large frame but the woman was well built. A good strong woman, though this was not what was most striking. The wings extending from the woman’s back were most prominent. They must give her amazing mobility, a freedom that Cadell could not imagine, but she was happy with what ability her own race gave her. Before Cadell could speak again to warm off this potential predator the woman spoke. "I'm just passing through. I mean no harm. Are you wounded? You should really go see a medic about that. Probably a better idea than running around the wilderness slaughtering deer." Cadell relaxed, loosing her grasp of the deer she stood up to her full height, struggling on her bad leg. It was in her nature to trust peoples word. Her culture did not deal in lies, not because they we're simple but simply because they grew in a system where challenges would be direct, lies served no purpose, but here it was Cadell who hesitated to speak the truth. She opened her mouth but at first swallowed her words it was a difficult thing to admit weakness. “Yes, I am hurt but that should not stop me from the hunt. How else would I live if I could not hunt? My body will fix itself in time or I will become prey.” Cadell spoke with difficulty such long conversations were alien to her but it was not always unwelcome. Perhaps it was time to talk stories of the hunt like her people should and it had been a long time since she had seen a member of her own kind. She shouldered her bow and slipped her arrows into their quiver. For her people this was a clear sign of peace even if only temporary. “You look tired from your own hunt! Would you like to sit? Share food from the prize?” Her face remained stern but the offer was sincere. She gestured at the deer. “We can build a fire, I know of many people who like cooked meat.” Edited by Cadell, Tue Dec 28, 2010 2:49 am.
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| Nkiruka | Mon Jan 3, 2011 3:34 pm Post #4 |
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((OOC: Don't worry about it at all!! I'm an extraordinarily slow poster myself. XD)) Nkiruka's grip on her weapon loosened. "Fine," she said after a moment of hesitation. "I can stay a while." Her hand emerged from the cloak as she offered a handshake to the enormous woman. "My name is Nkiruka." Her voice turned stern. "Sit here. I'll get the fire ready. Just watching you try to walk around on that bad leg makes me wince." Gathering bits of dead wood and fallen branches from the forest bordering the ruins wasn't difficult; the mercenary returned to the giantess with both of her arms full. It wasn't quite enough for a roaring fire, but it was a start. She plopped the entire thing in a pile nearby, moving to arrange some loose stones into a circle to contain the whole thing. "So, where're you from? Never seen anyone quite like you before." After moving some smaller branches into the circle and arranging them, Nki pulled a couple pieces of flint from her belt pouch and went to work. Getting a spark to appear, much less using it to ignite the branches, was frustratingly difficult. After was felt like the thousandth try, the impatient mercenary finally had a small flame going. She blew on it gently, adding more as needed, until she had a respectable fire going. Nki took a seat next to Cadell, admiring her handiwork. "We should probably cut the deer into pieces. I don't think we could fit it on a spit, even if we had one." Once again the mercenary's attention drifted to that wound on her leg. If the highwaymen -- or any sort of ruffian, really -- was around here, fleeing wouldn't be an option; the woman simply wouldn't be able to run fast enough. No matter what, they would have to stand and fight -- Nki most likely doing most of the work. It was actually a shame; Cadell looked incredibly strong and tough provided that she was in good health. If the mercenary had it her way, she would take her new ally back to the caravan path and deliver justice upon those highwaymen. "Are you a good tracker?" Nki asked out of the blue. She quickly fumbled to explain herself. "I-... Well, I was attacked earlier today. Many of my allies were killed. I don't really know why they did it, but it felt like they wanted something from us. They were all riding horses, and I suspect they might have a camp somewhere in the forest. If I took you to the place I was attacked once your wounds are healed, would you be able to track them?" ((OOC: Gaaaack, another short one. Sorry!)) Edited by Nkiruka, Mon Jan 3, 2011 3:38 pm.
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