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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2014 18:57:42 GMT -6
Isolation should take more of a toll than this on a person, if Shetani is being honest with herself. The woman shoulders her icebox of food and furrows her eyebrows, her head turning; the forest is wide and wild around her, and she knows the way to her cabin by heart now. Her eyes can be closed and the woman can still find her way there; that is how long she has lived out here, in the places away from the rest of Hryst, and done so by her own election, her own desires, however base they may yet be found to be; her head raises and she looks back, eyebrows furrowing, her breath rushing in. Shetani makes a soft little sound in her throat and adjusts the way she holds her basket, but her step is picking up slightly. It is not the beasts she fears. She knows how to flee form them and duck away, hiding herself in little places to make them look her by.
It is the scent that is slowly gaining ground on her that makes Shetani's step quicken. Something is lurking, there, in the brush; Shetani's hearing is not gifted but her smell is enough. When her nostrils flare, she jerks her head around and lets her teeth bare; how can she tell this thing behind her that she is not worth harrassing? The scent is nearly-foreign. One or two in her passing have had this smell, a far-away and stale scent, the scent of world (and she doesn't realize it is the scent of Zhadrah, really, but she'll come to that conclusion later on). The blonde touches the pink flower tucked within her hair and tugs her traveling dress, and her hand then goes to her basket. Within the basket is a small filleting knife, and though she doesn't know much on how to properly use it, she can throw it effectively.
Shetani turns, walking backwards now, disguises her worry as she looks up again, frowning as if it's due to rain. And perhaps it is; the air smells earthy. Shetani turns once more and picks up her pace, hunching over and turning once more to stare upon the air, murmuring quietly. "Well, Brynne. Let's see what this is..." She doesn't draw the knife yet, for she may want the safety of surprise on her side, but something, she discerns, is definitely behind her. She does not like that at all.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 9:05:21 GMT -6
Helen had been tracking the girl for a few hours now. Her Gigas lurked with her too, only three, but they all had guns. That wasn't entirely important to Helen at the time. What mattered the most is that she knew food was in that basket, and she was fairly certain the girl was heading to her house. Which meant...she probably had more food there. If the bitch starved, who cared? Not Helen. Heh...she had mouths to feed. Mouths that mattered.
Oh, fuck--Dare stepped on a twig and Helen waved her hand at him, ordered him down, as she approached. Someone had spooked the girl, how'd she heard them coming?
Oh well. She'd figure a way around it. Helen held her hands in the air and padded into the clearing, watched as the girl turned to look at her. "Heyo, sweets." Roguish smile, quirk of the lip, hide the lack of feeling in her eyes. If the girl fought, Helen'd march her to her house at gunpoint and shoot her there.
No big deal.
"Wanna show me what you've got in that basket? Now, I'm willing to bet you don't, but here's the thing--" Her charming voice was soft, as she dropped one hand, and her gang members, the three of them, guns in hand, stepped forward. "We're hungry and we're lost. We'll protect you from monsters if you help us out a bit. Give us some refreshments, we'll get on our way." Helen grimaced and touched her cheek.
"Shit, I got my ass roughed up back in town. We need your help. Boys, form out, a circle around her--" Helen purred, winked, and stepped close to the short blonde. "Good, good, look, we'll get you where you're going safe, promise, cross my heart and hope to die."
Helen smiled.
"Let me see what you've got?" Please, it went unsaid, but Helen didn't exactly look too starving. She grabbed her handgun and nudged it against the basket, her eyebrow raised, a silent addition that there WAS a gun within close proximity--and Helen was letting the girl get a look at it. "Hollowpoints. First beast that attacks gets torn apart real gross." Or, you will, if you fuck with me.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 11:24:35 GMT -6
| Point: Shetani smells them first, and they reek of distance and strange things and unknown lands that make her head turn, but by the time she turns, they are already from the brush and surrounding her; guns hang in their grasps and she feels a flick of worry twitch up in her belly. She bites down at her lower lip when the blonde comes from the treeline; she's the leader, Shetani knows immediately, and her eyes linger on the gun. Her father had no guns but he had a wooden switch and a sword and her eyes flick to the blonde's.
Point: Shetani has no intention of dying here and so she gulps heavily, steels herself for possibly having to do something less than savory to make them go away (isn't the first time and she would doubt it'd be the last), and waits for the blonde to get in close. She does and Shetani smells blood on her, like it's seeped into the pores of her being, and she smells gunpowder on her too, and her eyes twitch for a moment, her lip curls back on reflex.
Then she looks upon Helen and murmurs a quiet greeting to her and her boys, her head twists away and she feels the beating of her heart. It's nothing she's not used to; a few of the criminals of Hryst knew her father and they'd come to her about him, but she knows how to make such things go away; her eyes drift from one to another and they look unclean.
Her skin aches and crawls and Shetani bites back a retch; Helen, to her senses, smells like death. Like she's--bathed in the stench of corpses. "N-no need for shooting, ah, we're okay, I--I'm okay. I'm alright." Brynne, she's so much shorter than the gang leader..."This is--what I've got." Her hand pulls back the basket's top and shows the fish, her teeth click together, and she twists her head away, but they all smell like death. None more so than Helen...it makes her want to throw up.
She has the sensation of being surrounded by corpses and her hands begin to shake. | tagged: | @claw |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2014 10:55:43 GMT -6
They must look a horrible set--tatted up and marked and twisted, the lot of them. Helen is sleek and beautiful savagery, and she spun her gun with a crooked smile. "No need for shooting? We weren't gonna shoot you." There's a laugh from the 'boys. Helen felt pleased. Oh, oh yes this was going well. Very well...her eyes roamed the short woman, and Helen peered into the basket, looked at the fish. "This it?" Disbelief in her voice. "Well--"
A pause. Helen pondered.
Then she came to a conclusion that curled her lips up, and Helen cocked her pistol rather professionally, and held it up, let the barrel prod against the fleshy part of Shetani's throat. "So, you want to tell me what you're doing out here?" Helen's decided to actually drop any pretense of kindness. She doesn't need it. Not when it's her and her men and a girl they can hang from a tree if she fucks them over. "You headed somewhere? Because my men are hungry, you see, and we need to eat--we don't have whatever money you use in Hryst, and an armed robbery only does so much. Now, tell me, where're you going?"
No blows have been struck yet. Helen isn't entirely sure she's going to brutalize her victim, but the sadistic streak in her purrs, urged on by the woman. She's so soft and innocent-looking. Zhadrah would eat her alive. Maybe Helen will. Maybe she'll burn her in her house.
Or, maybe...
Now, there's an idea. Helen thought, grinned. "Tell me where you're going, or I'll use your body as my new marching banner. String it up between two poles and carry you until it's rotted."
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