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Post by Anora Ratti on Aug 19, 2014 8:44:48 GMT -6
Anora walked quickly and quietly through the streets. She kept to the sides of the crowds slowly picking up what she would need on the way and slipping it into her bag. She kept her eyes out for anyone watching her but no one seemed to notice. She hated stealing from people that needed the money but she didn't have any and she couldn't risk sneaking into the gang areas again so soon. Her eyes fell on a group of gang members walking through the street. They seemed to be looking for someone or something. Anora slowly slipped toward the shadows making sure they didn't see her. She wondered who they were looking for. She was sure it wasn't her. She had covered her theft well. She didn't dare move or breath as they walked past her without even looking toward the shadow.
With a sigh of relief, Anora made her way back to her hideout. She moved some boards before slipping inside. It was an old run down building that no one used. She had checked all the rooms and floors and hadn't seen anyone. She moved the boards back before going into her room. She didn't use the whole building just one small room that had just enough wiggle room for her to get inside. She was so small that anyone from the gang would have to break down the boards that had fallen from the floor above. There was even a little crawl space for her to get out if she needed. She slowly dropped her bag on the little bed she had and sat down.
Life was hard in Zhadrah but she had to make sure she didn't let anyone know about her power either. She feared what would happen if one of the gang members knew what it was. She ran her hands through her hair slowly. She didn't want to be hunted down and used for one of their gain. Anora slowly leaned back and opened her bag. She pulled out a book and a flashlight. Just a few things she had stolen and kept with her. She kicked her shoes off before relaxing and starting to read. She felt as if someone might be around. When she heard footsteps from the hallway she slowly turned her light off and kept very still on her bed. She listened to them walk around outside the room. No one was speaking but she waited. She pulled her bow close. She kept everything close to her bed just in case.
She kept her eyes on the door. She was trying not to tense.
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Post by Grayson on Aug 26, 2014 11:59:55 GMT -6
 and i can't understand~ 497 WORDS | ANORA | OUTFIT | NOTES |
He'd been spending time out of his country. Was it allowed? What would Brynne think? Shoving his hands into his pockets, Grayson kicked a rock as he appeared in the mouth of an alleyway. Nothing had been said otherwise that he couldn't explore this world, and that's what he'd been doing lately. Brynne was a good goddess, and Grayson was happy to serve her. But he wanted to know what else was out there. He wanted to know more.
And there was something she wasn't telling him.
There was a heavy feeling in the pit of Grayson's stomach as he poked the rock with the toe of his boot again, earning himself the attention of a group of passers-by, except they weren't like the humans from Hryst."Check it out," one said, getting less than a hand's breadth away from Grayson. "He don't look like he's from around here, huh?" A couple of the others snickered, making comments of their own towards Grayson as the apparent leader advanced towards the young Speaker.
A sigh reached Grayson's ears, and he took a split second for his eyes to bounce from one member of the little group to another. The sigh hadn't come from any of them. His gaze moved away from the group, scanning the shadows around him. Someone had been near. Someone not like the group before him. Grayson's mind spun. Perhaps that someone was nicer.
In the blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving the members of the gang confused and questioning their sanity and what they had just seen.
The young Speaker reappeared moments later, standing in the shadows of a shell of a building, now fallen into a state of disarray. He felt the presence of someone inside, the same someone who had breathed the sigh. Tilting his head to the side, Grayson approached the main door, carefully and soundlessly entering the building. His superhuman agility gave him the ability to creep through the halls, silently listening to everything around him, searching for the person who had been hidden so well in the shadows in the alley.
With time, he came across a room with a light on, and a bit of satisfaction welled up inside of him. So he had been right. Someone was here. As he approached the door, the light flickered out, and the hair on the back of Grayson's neck stood on end. Whoever was in there knew he was outside their door.
Well, he wasn't outside their door anymore. He was on the other side, standing quietly behind the someone - the girl. A little girl.
Holding a bow. Grayson immediately recognized the weapon in the dim lighting. "Use that often?" His voice was a mere breath, and could have been mistaken for the rustling of a light breeze had they been outdoors. His speech had grown much more informal during his travels, learning more of the ways of how the humans spoke. It helped him blend in more.
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Post by Anora Ratti on Aug 27, 2014 20:25:23 GMT -6
Anora sat with her her hands on her bow. She raised it and kept it pointed at the door. Her green eyes flicked across the door. She was calm. She tensed when she heard the voice. The hairs stood on the back of her neck. She slowly turned her head. Anora stood quickly and pointed the bow at him. She wasn't shaking like someone else her age would be. She was scared but didn't show it. "Yes, I use it all the time." She glared.
How did he get in? Her escape door was too small for him. He wasn't in the room when she came in. She kept her eyes on him. "So are you here to kill me? Or take me to your scummy boss?" She snapped glaring at him. There was no other reason for him to be there. Had she been found out? Did they finally know about her ability?
He wasn't dressed like others from Zhadrah but honestly she didn't know. Maybe he was a leader. Maybe they looked different.
She was small and didn't have a lot of meat on her bones. She was also very dirty but so were most people that lived in this country. She didn't drop her bow. Sure the room wasn't brightly lit but she could see him just enough. She was use to the dark. It had been her only comfort. It was the only thing that kept her safe when she was out stealing from others. Anora watched him. What would he do? Would he come over there and kill her? No, she would shoot him before he had the chance. She took a few steps back wanting to put a little more room between the two of them. Anora would never help those people that kept everyone in fear. No, she couldn't let the gangs get a hold of her. If they forced her to use her gift for them only then she would wish they had killed her instead.
Anora was ready for whatever would happen. Would he really attack a little kid? No, the gangs didn't care about your age. If you were useful then they wanted you but if you were a pain in the ass like Anora had been then you would die. She kept her eyes on him. What was she waiting for? Just shoot him. She knew she really couldn't.
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Post by Grayson on Aug 30, 2014 0:04:22 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 400 WORDS | ANORA | OUTFIT | NOTES |
Yes, I use it all the time.
His bright eyes studied the bow for a minute but his mind was on the girl in front of him. He had startled her - not on purpose, but his little trick wasn't as accepted by the humans as it was by Brynne. Her whole body was stiff, but she held the bow with a skill and ease that Grayson hadn't yet seen in a child. The bow pointed at him wasn't even thought of as he took a small step towards her.
She was different. Of course, he had to remember that he was in a different country than the one he was created to protect. But that didn't matter to him - was it supposed to? Was he only supposed to care for the inhabitants of Hryst and not the other three nations that the world had long ago been divided into?
It was almost as if he could feel her fear, feel the way her heart had almost stopped after hearing his words. There were so many questions going through her mind, Grayson could see them as if they were written on her face. So are you here to kill me? The young Speaker shook his head. "I'm not going to hurt you." His words, like his first, were wispy and mimicked the rustling of leaves in the fall. "Why would I do that?" he said when she asked if he was going to take her to his scummy boss.
Grayson was pretty proud of how much he had learned of the humans, but 'scummy' wasn't something he was too familiar with. Judging by the tone of the little girl's voice, though, 'scummy' wasn't anything at all pleasant.
Taking a deep breath, he shifted his eyes to her's, noting the bright green color and seeing something ... different... about her. His first impression of the girl was that she was different, different than the thugs he had run into in the alleyway. His mouth twisted to the side as he thought; he didn't know much about this country, which was why he had started traveling to the nations, learning as much as he could.
Maybe she would help him.
"Are you here by yourself?" In Hryst, children were almost always accompanied , or they ran around in groups of three or four. She appeared to live here. "Where's your family?"
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Post by Anora Ratti on Aug 30, 2014 8:50:47 GMT -6
She kept her bow up and held it tighter when he took a step closer. "Don't come any closer!" She snapped. She glared at him. Anora was kind of surprised when he said he wasn't going to hurt her. "That's what they all say." She wouldn't let his words waiver her bow. Everything around them was dirty, even she was covered in dirt. Her bag was sitting next to his feet along with her flashlight. She wasn't worried about her stuff that much expect for the fact that her bag had all she owned in it. She knew nothing about the world outside of Zhadrah. She didn't know that the world was nothing like the way she lived.
Anora had no idea that he had come from a different country. There were few kids that lived better than her. They were the kids that lived with the gangs but even their lives were hard. The gangs weren't good for anyone but they did have families in there. She didn't really know the life of avenge kids. She had seen too much death that it kept her from acting her own age. She had to keep to herself. She lived in fear of someone finding out what her gift was and using it for their gain.
"Of course, I am alone." Anora was surprised that he didn't know this. Most kids were alone that lived in the slum areas. She was about ask him a question when he brought her family up. She glared. "Don't you dare ask me about my family." She snapped. "That is none of your damn business!" She wanted to shoot him now. What the fuck was he doing? This wasn't any of his business. Anora was so angry now. He came into her home and started to ask questions about her family. He was probably just trying to throw her off. "Get out of here. Get out of my room." She snapped again taking a step closer.
She really wanted to shoot him but the healer in her knew that she wouldn't. Anora was so sick of people. She glared at him. "Get out!" It was better for her to be alone. People just asked horrible questions of her. It was better for her. Anora was closer than she had been since he came into her room.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 2, 2014 11:17:13 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 255 WORDS | ANORA | OUTFIT | NOTES |
Don't come any closer!
He stopped, doing as the girl asked. Her voice was hostile, and while there wasn't any overpowering fear present in the child, there was.... something. She wouldn't shoot him. She wouldn't be able to do it. Not because Grayson didn't believe her to be able to handle the bow in her hands, but because of that... that something.
That's what they all say. Gray tilted his head to the side, giving the girl a curious yet confused look. "I don't know who 'they' are, but I'm not like them," he said after several moments, giving his head a slow shake as if to place emphasis on his words. "I'm not from here," he said, thinking an explanation would help. "So I'm not like the people in the alley."
She confirmed that she was alone, and then got very defensive when he mentioned her family. Don't you dare ask me about my family. That is none of your damn business! Grayson held up his hands, palms facing the girl, as a sign of surrender. "I didn't mean to upset you," he said, taking a step to the side. Wherever he went, her bow followed him. She wouldn't use it on him. She told him to get out of her room, and Grayson lowered his hands, letting his arms fall to his sides as she stepped towards him. Again and again, she told him to leave.
He didn't move. And he didn't leave. Grayson wanted to see if she'd actually release the string.
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Post by Anora Ratti on Sept 9, 2014 8:39:43 GMT -6
She didn't believe him. He could want her to do anything. He wouldn't leave. Well if he wouldn't then she would. She released the string of the bow sending the arrow right past his head. She grabbed her bag and quickly slipped through opening. She ran through the building heading toward the outside door. Anora wasn't going to get caught. She didn't want the gangs to get her. She didn't have all the stuff that she had taken out of her bag. Her shoes were still in the room with her jacket and flash light but she could replace those later. She kept running before finally making it out into the street but as she did she ran right into some guys.
"Oh look a little girl." One of them said grabbing her quickly. He ripped her bag off her shoulders and threw it to one of his friends. She was struggling as he took her bow out of her hands too. "A little girl shouldn't have such a dangerous weapon." He kept one of her arms behind her back and one of his arms around her neck as the others started to go through her stuff. It was all stolen from one of the gangs from the day before. She didn't cry out. Anora tried to keep herself calm. She knew she had been right about that man. Why would these men be here if they weren't there with that weird man?
"Isn't this yours?" One of the guys pulled out a knife that was in her bag. The other took it shocked. "I thought I left that in my room. How the hell does she have it?" He glared at Anora. The guy holding Anora tightened his grip. "So you are the little thief that has been taking this. Someone so young is very skilled." He snared in her ear. She started to struggle a little more now. He shoved her on the ground and smirked. "You could be be of some use if you join us."
Anora started backing away. She didn't want to be apart of them. If they knew about her gift they would kill her if she didn't join but they were going to kill her anyway. She was sure of it. She had gone through a lot of her short life not getting caught and now because of that ass in the room she would be kill. "Doesn't seem like she wants to join us. Well you know what we do to thieves." Two of them jumped on her holding her down while the other opened a knife. She struggled but they were stronger than she was.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 10, 2014 20:43:43 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 356 WORDS | ANORA | OUTFIT | NOTES |
She was quick to release the string, her arrow just missing his head. She could have hit him if she had wanted to. Grayson was sure of that. But she hadn't, which meant that she was different than the ones outside this little haven that the child had built.
The girl was fast on her feet, too, and she scrambled for her bag before practically shooting through the tiny entrance she had made in hopes of keeping intruders out. Intruders like him. But she didn't understand. He wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't the fighter-type...
At least, he didn't think he was. Brynne had been so distant for so long it seemed.
With a sigh of slight annoyance, Grayson vanished, reappearing on the steps that led into the building. She had come this way, he knew as he scanned the area, looking left and right to determine which way she might have bolted once outside.
The sounds of a scuffle reached his ears.
Choosing to walk, Grayson silently approached the group, calculating and studying the situation. They numbered about four, one going through the girl's bag, another holding the girl captive, and the other two joking around as if harassing a child was their idea of a good time.
He truly didn't understand this country...
Oh look a little girl. A little girl shouldn't have such a dangerous weapon. Their words made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. The man going through her bag pulled out a knife, one of the others coming forward to claim it. She had stolen it. This wasn't going to end well, Grayson thought as he took a step forward, careful to stay in the shadows.
She was pushed to the ground, and while she didn't seem to be afraid on the outside, Grayson could sense her fear. As soon as the two jumped her, all light in the immediate area seemed to go out, the night growing darker than possible. "Wouldn't do that if I was you," he said quietly, his voice seeming to echo around the buildings and alleyways.
"Let go of her."
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Post by Anora Ratti on Sept 13, 2014 12:23:14 GMT -6
Anora looked up at the man as he held the knife. He was going to hurt her, she could tell. Was this going to be her end? As she stared up at them it got dark. Anora's stomach dropped hard and she wondered if she missed something when the man's voice from before came from no where. He wasn't with them but if that was the case why had he come into her home and why was he helping her now?
Some of the guys looked around confused. "Who the fuck is that?" One of them said glaring around in the dark. "Who gives a shit! Just kill this girl and let's get out of here!" Another said glaring at the pale outline of his friend. Anora started to struggle now as she heard feet shuffle toward her more. The two holding her down didn't let go they kept their hands tightly around her arms. She kicked and tried but they were too strong for her small body.
The man with the knife found them and slowly bent down to her to look at her better. He ran the knife slowly over the exposed flesh on her arm cutting her but not deeply. She wouldn't scream out. That was what they wanted. "Stop fucking around! We don't have time for this!" One of them snapped looking at the one with the knife.
Anora knew they were scared. So many of the gangs liked to torture the people they wanted dead first. She was shaken up. The man with the knife smirked and raised the knife. The fear stretched over her face now. This was the moment. After fourteen years of surviving she wouldn't make it past this night. She closed her eyes not wanting to see the knife go into her. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the hands tighten around her arms keeping her still. She waited for the cold blade to go into her flesh and finally end the hell she was living in but it never happened. Slowly, Anora opened one of her eyes to see what had happened and then opened both in shock at what she was seeing.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 16, 2014 12:22:41 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 324 WORDS | ANORA | OUTFIT | NOTES |
It was dark. So dark. So...very...dark.
And yet he could still see perfectly.
He was the one creating the darkness, creating this great shadowy effect, his wings stretching, growing, and suffocating all of the light from the area.
Grayson didn't bother with any of the other thugs - he was after the one holding the girl. Then man with the knife cut her, and he changed targets. Her eyes were squeezed tight. Of course they were, she was expecting to die. Narrowing his eyes, Grayson grabbed a hold of the armed thug, pulling him in so close that their noses were almost touching. "Told you not to." Taking a couple steps to the side, Grayson launched the guy into the air, as if his body were a lightweight frisbee.
They were so easy to get rid of... even with their abilities of who-knew-what. Humans, Grayson decided, were pathetic, and yet the deities - which included himself - loved them. It didn't make much sense to the young Speaker. Why put so much into a race that wouldn't last long, especially compared to the longevity of the gods?
She ended up on the ground, and when she finally opened her eyes, she saw the young Speaker as he normally appeared. Grayson stood before her, brushing dirt off of his shirt, his pants, his butt, before turning his own bright blues onto the girl, absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck. "Hi," he said quietly, gaze dropping to those that lay still. There was no darkness, save for the dimness of the early evening.
They weren't gonna get up. Ever. Grayson bent to pick up a knife, offering it to the child. "I believe this is yours now... it's previous owner...uh..." The young Speaker's head turned towards the general direction that he had tossed the one who'd dared hurt the girl. He gave her a sheepish grin as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "...yeah..."
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