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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 10:28:59 GMT -6
This… this was what it was like to return home- no different than the many by which she had left. The forests were still heavy with that same, pungent aroma of life, suffocating the weak-lunged til they collapsed with the overbearing weight of vitality. Ironic to find one’s death among such life, yet it was hardly cause for a native to weep. If it at all it was testament that the dwellers beyond the forested walls were weak and soft when compared to the wild natives. There was strength in the overgrowth, even in that which the naked eye could not see. Oh, nothing had changed at all it would seem; the lands remained elite against the passage of time.
Bare feet traversed the wild floor with ease, catching neither knick of broken branch nor thorn of rebellious vine. Under the callused steps of one, the ground was soft and numb, the senses dulled through years of blisters and migration. They would feel only the protrusion of a root when trod across, yet even then it was no different than the crest of a hill.
With the aura of leisure, one would assume this travel was at ease with the woodlands. Carelessly and open, a homeward soul reacquainting herself with the sights, smells, and flora of the woodland. One might have taken her posture as one of ease as she walked- bare skin free to grace the air as she walked, feminine curvature swaying subtly as she moved with dexterity. Long tresses both loose and corded hung free with but a band across the crown to lay back the tribal mess. And within the mass, curled two heavy sets of bone from behind the temple. Riveted and sturdy, callus as the wanderer’s feet, but with a sense of touch more delicate than naked flesh. Along the exterior of the horns, she could feel the breeze of the wind as it trickled through the heavy canopies and hear at a great distance, the patter of hoofed toes as they danced across the roots.
One might look upon the wanderer and think ‘peace’, the epitome personified by the presence… save for by the gaze of the woman. Cold and distant, blinding to the beauty of the land she traversed. She was in ease not in reacquainting with the land, but in the midst of a hunt. For all predators felt comfortable in their most intimate settings.
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Post by Tristan Ragnvald on Feb 28, 2014 13:01:38 GMT -6
Underneath the rays of the sun yet partially hidden by the leaves of a tree was a male being. He was sitting down against the trunk, legs stretched out and arms loosely crossed about his chest. This young man was currently experiencing a dreamless sleep, one brought on through exhaustion. This day would have marked three days awake without sleeping. It was a stupid thing to do but the young man, known primarily as Tristan, had been pushing himself. Why exactly? He didn't really know, it was just something he felt like needed to be done. Tristan accomplished nothing but tiring himself out. His mind hadn't really been in sync with the rest of him. The meditat-
"Hng, wha...?" He had awoken. With only a few hours of sleep, he wouldn't be at one hundred percent, not when facing roughly seventy-two hours of being awake. That was one tired body.
"What..who is that?" Tristan murmured to himself.
From his spot beneath a tree and shrouded from general view by shrubbery, the dark-haired male spotted a figure slowly trailing through the forest. At first he thought it might be some kind of beast, what with the horns and all but then he spotted the humanly body and all that entailed. Many questions arose within his mind, who was she? What was she doing out here? Were those real horns? Along with others. Tristan remained where he was, watching the person and pondering what his next move should be. He wasn't sure if she was lost, a scavenger for another village or even a hunter.
Decisions, decisions..
Grabbing his fur-lined cloak, Tristan slowly moved into a crouch before standing up. Once upright, the amber-eyed young man wrapped the cloak around him though hardly concealing his matching tunic and trousers of a greyish color. Turning to the side, yet keeping his eyes on the moving person, he crouched again to pick up his sheathed sword and dagger, the latter behind attached to his brown leather belt. The sword, however, had a baldric which he slung over his shoulder and let it slant across his chest and rest on his hip. Then as he stepped forward carefully with his slim leather boots, Tristan idly grasped his satchel from one of the bushes and continued to move forwards slowly. The area was definitely a dangerous place to be, especially for someone by themselves. Should he approach and offer assistance or watch from a distance?
So intent on watching and contemplating many things, Tristan misstepped and broke a twig beneath his boot. In the serene silence of the forest, a single piece of wood being broken would echo throughout and be heard by those trained to be sensitive to such sounds, aside from animals of course. Tristan visibly flinched, already mentally berating himself for giving away his position. How could he be so stupid? His father would have walked off in disgust if he were still alive. Tristan would chalk it up to his weariness but that was no excuse for him.
Damn.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 14:16:17 GMT -6
Minutes drifted to hours as she traveled, neither tiring nor bothering the progression toward grounds unknown. Or perhaps, she did indeed know where to travel, but let the listless gait take the better of her- succumbing to some innate desire to adventure better left untouched. What ever the reason, her path had yet to diverge even as the ground grew more treacherous with gnarly reaching of thorn piercing the earth to skewer her worn feet, then break as she carried on.
Nothing a little salve could not take care of. The silence to follow was absorbed through all senses, even her horns took pleasure as they were caressed by the whisper of soundless wind through the branches. The stir of the earth when graced underfoot produced an echo to shake every branch and every leaf, waking the slumbering woodland to the presence that walked among it.
Yet there was another, no prominent sound. One that stilled the air as well as the wanderer. Smoothly she turned, directing her eyes toward the sound though did not expect to see its origin. Rather she stared blindly ahead from beneath heavy lids. Her breath soft as she sighed, as she brought her arms to cross over feminine curves. No animal would have been foolish enough to make a sound when a predator lurked in its midst. Perhaps something of a more intellectual nature was to blame. Rather than call out, she stood still and listened…
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Post by Tristan Ragnvald on Feb 28, 2014 15:19:42 GMT -6
Tristan remained absolutely still. He knew his screw-up was heard by that whom he saw and she turned towards the source of the sound. In his semi-crouched state, the surrounding flora must of helped conceal him or something because even though she was looking in his general direction, she neither moved nor made a sound. Did she think he was a predatory animal? It was a possibility. If she was learned enough, she wouldn't move to prevent hostile provocation.
And yet, Tristan was having a second thought. Her reaction to his mistake was almost immediate. No untrained person could distinguish a sound in the forest from another. This was obviously a skilled hunter or someone that has had some training, like himself. His skills laid elsewhere but he had grown up under the wing of an experienced hunter. Tristan had started to shake his head but stopped himself. If he made any other sound, he was concerned what she would do. Until he came up with a solid course of action, he needed to remain calm. Closing his eyes, Tristan sought the calm center within him. Without taking deep breaths, he calmed himself to the point that his movements would be precis. No more mistakes.
Perhaps I should approach her..? Maybe she is a friendly. If not? I know how to defend myself.
Standing up straighter, Tristan threw one side of his cloak over his shoulder so his sheathed sword would be visible and brought his hands up to abdomen level. Keeping his focus on her, he walked forwards carefully until he got past the flora that blocked her view of him, that way she'd be able to see him. He kept his hands at the same level, away from his weapons to show he wasn't a threat. Once in her view, he would stop and wouldn't get closer unless allowed. For all he knew, she could be a wild creature meant to look human to fool mortals. Though his expression was blank, as he was mostly focused, he added a ghost of smile to show his friendliness.
"Hello there, miss. I mean you no harm." He spoke firmly yet in a concerned tone. He was worried about all citizens of Domhan Tir. "I do, however, would like to know if you are aware that it is dangerous to be out here alone?"
Is she wearing any clothes? I got this hint in your opening post that she wasn't, but didn't want to assume, or was I mistaken?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2014 9:13:59 GMT -6
Her ears were in tune with the rhythm of the woodland, the breath as it exhaled with a sigh mirroring her own as she stood quite patiently, waiting. Mindful of her surroundings, she spared a glance nearest her feet watching as a lone fern unfurled as she shifted her foot. The once trapped flora now able to bend and stretch and rest for its spot of sun. Then just as quickly returned her gaze to the origin of the sound, pale eyes widening slightly as they beheld the hints of movement.
She would note first his hands, palms raised at level in harmless gesture, before lifting her gaze to the shoulders that bore them. Gradually spread as part of his composition, though a little odd considering the feminine nature of his features. Not as a textured as a huntman’s, by what she could observe, and well kempt for that matter. Perhaps a drifter as opposed to a forest native. Though was drifter would know of the dangers of the forest…?
The woman tipped her head slightly in acknowledgement, letting a woven cord slip free in the midst of movement. Again, she breathed, but with a short pause before reply; the intake of breath to proceed a short and precise retort. “I am aware.” Smoothly she turned to better face the male. “I was raised to hunt in these woods. But you do not appear to be a hunter,” she pointedly assumed. “What are you?”
She is naked. Not the modest type at all.
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Post by Tristan Ragnvald on Mar 8, 2014 18:35:24 GMT -6
When the female had taken notice of him, Tristan made sure not to make any sudden movements. His eyes trailed down her femininely curved body but immediately snapped up to her face when he noticed a considerable lack of something decent. Not only would it be rude to look at those unclothed areas but highly inappropriate. He was raised better than that. Not only that, but he also wouldn't have a reason to look anyways. It was just a nude female body. Tristan wasn't like most men, it took more than sensual curves to get his attention in that way.
"You are? Well," He didn't get to finish, as she continued on, so he waited patiently for an opening.
"Me? I am of the Guardian Shields, a protector of Blaikfurd and all citizens of Domhan Tir. It's my job to make sure people like yourself are kept safe from the dangers of the forest and any roaming bandits." He wasn't bragging or anything, just stating facts. "May I ask though, if you are hunting, where are your tools? It would be foolish for anyone, even those raised in these forests, to stroll through without some kind of protection. Shall I escort you to your destination then?" And there is his need to protect, totally off topic too.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 6:51:11 GMT -6
Admittedly, the female was no intrigued though she listened as one would gather the ambient sounds of the forest. Pale eyes drifted across the earth at their leisure, again finding a root of intrigue to observe. A keen eye assessed the subtle indentations upon its surface; a tell that some creature with weight had once walked upon it. A foothold perhaps to give it a bit of leverage to its progress.
No the trail she had intended to follow.
Smoothly, she gaze lifted to the afore mentioned guard. A subtle knit of her brow betraying her quiet interest. “My mission is not to hunt and kill,” she informed him and quietly. “It is to capture and return a lost prize. Thank you,” her gratitude was plain and practiced, hardly an influx of true care even as she dipped her head in forced courtesy. “…but your service is not needed for now.” She felt no need to remark of her visibly unprotected status, as that would not have wholly been true. Though flawed in her creation with thin flesh and breakable bone, she was not without some kind of protection. If the great horns would not represent her defense then surely, should the unfortunate time befall her, her skill with handed-combat would be enough to at least keep her injury minimal against the ambitious natures of bandits.
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Post by Tristan Ragnvald on Apr 8, 2014 16:10:19 GMT -6
ENTER THE TEMPLATE!Sorry for the lateness ❀ | Not to hunt and kill but to capture? Off the top of his head, Tristan couldn't think of any such animal that should be captured and then returned to someone as a lost prize. Maybe a pet or something had escaped and she was tasked with tracking it down? That was highly plausible. Still, that would be a difficult task without tools. Unless she had some kind of special gift... No, there was more to this story, of that he was sure. However, it would be rude to press further. Still, it was his job to serve and protect.
"I apologize, but I must insist on helping you. You may say my services aren't required but I wouldn't feel right leaving a defenseless young woman out here by herself."
His tone was firm and the way he stood was rigid and stiff. He wasn't going to back down. If she had been better clothed and had a tool or some kind of weapon on her, he may have been more lenient. With that not being the case, she might as well get used to the idea of a new traveling companion.
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LAIKA OF GS!
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