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| The Dogs of War; Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war | |
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| Topic Started: 14 Apr 2010, 16:57 (389 Views) | |
| TheZamboniKnight | 14 Apr 2010, 16:57 Post #1 |
I am Nathan Fillion.
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((OOC Starting location: Boshann, town near the border of the territories. It's pretty much a glorified trading post with some farms and stuff like that. A lot of merchants keep houses or storehouses here.)) Elyri watched as her mother packed their pots and dishes, carefully arranging them in the straw-filled crate. The gray haired woman sniffled as she worked. Through the open door, their furniture could be seen sitting on the lawn. Like statues, but there was no beauty in the scene. "Why are they taking the house?" Elyri had been voicing this question all day, but as the dawn turned to morning her demands had shrunk down to incoherent muttering. Her parents wouldn't tell her; they were too proud to admit it. Elyri didn't think they had any right to be so proud. Being old Clan royalty meant nothing when they lived in house with more patches than roof. Her mother had finished packing the battered wooden box. It was the last one. She stood up straight, subtly dabbing at the corners of her eyes, and carried it outside with as much dignity as she could muster. Elyri frowned and followed her. They were being evicted. There was nothing at all dignified about it, but the way her parents carried on it was as if they were moving to a townhouse in Avona- the capital. Her father was hefting their things onto their rickety cart. With the crate of dishes, it now held everything they owned. In their small house, it had seemed like they had a lot of things, but out in the open it was a pitiful sight of crooked chairs and threadbare rugs. A pair of Olausani guardsmen stood off to one side, watching them. "Come, Elyri," her father said quietly, holding out his hand to her. She ignored it and slouched at the back end of the cart. Her parents glared at her as the guards whispered to each other. Elyri didn't care. She kept her green eyes fixed straight ahead until they finally gave up, her father urging the old work horse forward. Two hours later and they were crowded into her aunt's kitchen, eating a sparse lunch of bread and wilting vegetables. Elyri was squeezed between her older cousins, who gossiped around her as if she wasn't there. Across the table sat her parents. They ate quietly, looking small among all the noise. If Elyri had to live the rest of her life in this house, she would scream. It was farther into town than their house was, bigger and nicer, but with 14 people under the roof it seemed to shrink. Because her Aunt Vyrian (her father's sister) had married an Olausani they were able to get nicer things. Her parents disapproved of the marriage; they wanted to 'keep the bloodline alive' by marrying other royal clansmen, but at least Vyrian had found a way to keep her house. Elyri swallowed down the last of the dingy asparagus and pried herself from between her cousins. "I'll be back for supper," she announced, squeezing out of the back door and into fresh air. She breathed deep, lightly stroking the stone that hung from a rough cord at her neck before climbing over the fence and onto the road. At the edge of the town she stopped, slipping into the forest that used to be her backyard. She whistled two short notes, one long, and then waited for her Dwirin to come. Edited by TheZamboniKnight, 14 Apr 2010, 17:03.
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| prof_tatori | 15 Apr 2010, 21:30 Post #2 |
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Seldibo crouched in the underbrush, searching the nearby clearing for any sign that they were still there. He heard a meadow larch in a nearby tree, saw a squirrel chase another around a tree, up then down, smelled the stench of the men who had so recently left. Seeing the meadow was clear of poachers, he entered cautiously, Mylassa at his side and the bond stone hanging around his neck. He held a long black dagger in one hand, the obsidian glinting in the sun. Then, he went to the nearest of the thirteen corpses of his charges. The Myronor lynx had been skinned, it's fur to be made into some garment for some high paying islander. The teeth had been removed. The animal had no obvious marks as to where it had been wounded, but Seldibo could smell the poisoned meat in the middle of the clearing. The lynxes wouldn't have smelled the poison on the freshly killed deer, but after several hours in the sun, the whole clearing reek of it. Mylassa's hair stood on end as she growled in rage at the slaughter of her kin, her nightmarish form beginning to show, then fading as the murderer wasn't there. Seldibo drew another obsidian dagger, this one smaller, and balanced for throwing, as he shared his bond mate's grief. "Well, Mylassa, it seems we have a poacher to hunt, before more are emboldened by his success and try his methods." He said, outwardly calm, but inwardly weeping at the lose of one of the last prides of the great forest cats. He then strode to the meat and pulled out his flint and steel. he built a fire and burned the meat, before hurrying it in a hole far from there. He did the same with the Lynxes, except he buried them with full honors. Two day later found him following the trail, of the band of poachers. He'd learned much about them from their camp sites. there were twelve of them, and they had poached here before, for the camp sites were older than one camping. each camp he'd come across was now laced with traps, as surprises for the poachers, if they came back. He had deduced that these poachers had gone to the nearby city of Boshann, which was only about a quarter mile away. As Seldibo laid his last snare before heading out, Mylassa's ears perked up. "What to you hear?" Seldibo said, and several feelings floated into his head. The first feeling was of urgency, but not of danger. It was followed by the feeling of a dangerous predator passing. Then the feeling of being with one's bond-mate, combined with a feeling of mystery. Each of the thoughts were like an idea, an emotion or image, but to a bond mate it was almost as if she were talking to him, the last thought came as a question, and Seldibo had to say, it certainly smacked of the forsaken family and their traditional beliefs. "What do you say, bond mate, should we see what's up?" This time the first feeling was of confusion, followed by curiosity. Then Mylassa headed towards where she heard the call, Seldibo following, thinking, what ever happens, we can't be seen, especially by islanders or by members of the accursed Daori royal line. Edited by prof_tatori, 16 Apr 2010, 04:01.
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| Arius Daemonis | 19 Apr 2010, 12:28 Post #3 |
Guardian of the Dark Rain
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Guard Captain Servius led his retinue up the gently sloping side of the village. They came on horse back and passed between the farms that surrounded the town proper. He regarded them little, finding no interest in the rural labours of the peasant folk. He kept his eyes trained on the road and the buildings ahead. They passed into the town of Boshann at a full gallop, their armoured appearances deterring any and all from interrupting their passage. As they stormed forwards they passed a cart by the roadside, laden with possessions. A father stood with his hand outstretched to his daughter. Servius took these things in at a glance and afforded them no further thought. Only the criminal and the guilty would warrant his attentions and they were often swift and carried out at the tip of a blade. Their swift riding brought them to the Town guard house, not far from the plaza up ahead. Their horses came to a stop and gulped in sweet air to cool their lungs. They were fine creatures, bred large and sturdy, but they were native to these lands and the guard had little care if they rode them into the dirt. Servius dismounted. As his retinue followed example, a pair of guards came from the guard house to meet with them. They all wore the same uniform, easily distinguishing them from the natives. On top of tunics of red cloth they wore silver armour, horizontal strips of segmented plate that covered their torsos and upper arms and their legs were sheathed in greaves of the same metal, just above their bound leather boots. He removed his helm from where it nestled about the scarf at his neck, its plume of red bristles and the cloak that swept from his shoulders denoting him as an officer amongst the common troop. Servius tucked his helmet under his arm and rested the other hand on the hilt of his gladius, sheathed at his sword belt. The two guards saluted in the way of the Empire as they faced their new Captain. 'Welcome to Boshann, Captain,' said the first guard. Servius scoffed. 'Little more than a glorified trading post, but there have been instances of local disturbances here and all enemies of the Empire must meet judgement at the end of a sword.' 'Well said Captain,' said the Guard, before waving a hand at his companion. 'My cohort shall take your horses to the stable. In the meantime, let me show you about the barracks.' Servius nodded and stepped through the gate as the second guard went to rally their horses. With his personal retinue of soldiers in tow, Servius entered the guard barracks and officially began his new command of security over Boshann town. |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 25 Apr 2010, 17:30 Post #4 |
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Elyri leaned against one of the thick old trunks as she waited, listening to the distant sounds of Boshann behind her. She had traveled far enough into the forest that she could only hear what farmers and paroling guardsmen shouted at their companions. It didn't take long for Dwirin to come. The big dog bounded through the trees, tongue lolling happily from his open jaws. He slowed to a stop next to her and precoded to examine every inch of her tattered clothing. Elyri laughed and kissed his forehead. "You're the only good part about having royal blood," she informed him, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Dwirin plopped down next to her with a sigh and looked at her with large, dark eyes until she scratched under his chin. He stretched his head out and closed his eyes in response, and a feeling of contentment drifted into her mind. It was Elyri's turn to sigh. "Sorry I haven't come to visit," she murmured, picking out a small twig that had gotten tangled in his rough brown fur. "They wouldn't let me out until it was over." Her statement was met with understanding and a large, shaggy head resting in her lap. Elyri still felt bad for neglecting him. Dwirin was a dog of war, a traditionally noble race, but he had been the runt of his litter and slower than most. Her parents always lamented this; it had cost them a lot to perform the bonding ritual, both financially and personally, and they felt it was disgraceful that she had been given the "defect" pup. Even being the runt, Dwirin was still an imposing creature. Elyri was on level with his shoulder, though at 5 foot nothing the teenager hoped to get a couple more inches. He was covered in dark brown fur, with splotchy black markings on his back and tail. Elyri stroked his head, quietly describing the events of the past week. Her parents had been holding quiet discussions, stopping whenever she came in the room, and then a couple days later a soldier knocked on their door. Elyri never heard what he said, busy trying to round up their escape-artist chickens. After that they sold their livestock (three chickens and a skinny old milking goat), packed up their belongings, and wedged themselves into Aunt Vyrian's house. "I think they couldn't pay the rent," Elyri concluded. "And they won't even tell me. They're too embarrassed to tell me." She rolled her eyes. "Do they think I'm blind? They took the trouble to teach me how to speak properly, read and write, and how to run a farm, and then expect me to be stupid enough not to question them." She scowled, about to continue with her rant, but before she could Dwirin lifted his head, ears cocked. Elyri quieted, watching him. He let out a low growl and got to his feet. She scrambled up next to him and watched as his nose twitched, smelling the air. "What is it?" She whispered, gripping the dingy hilt of her belt knife and looking back towards town, but Dwirin was facing the forest. In answer to her question, wariness swept through her. Elyri ducked behind a tree and tried to get Dwirin to crouch down, where his fur would blend in with the undergrowth, but he only sat and continued to growl. That was the thing about dogs of war- they didn't understand caution, or at least that was what the old stories said. |
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| Arius Daemonis | 29 Apr 2010, 13:02 Post #5 |
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Save the elite host of men that Servius had brought with him, the town of Boshann was garrisoned with a company of sturdy men. They were all tough, reliable men, like all those in the grand armies from across the great seas. Nor were they fresh to these lands; these men had been here yet a while and served several rotations, not to mention seen their fair share of conflict and bloodshed. Yet with the taming of Boshann, their duties had grown less and Servius could tell that they were growing bored and lax. He would suffer no incompetence under his command and laxity was the first step on that road. No sooner than he had taken an inspection of the barracks and the men who occupied it had he began formulating plans and routines for his new company. It was but an hour after that he had put them into motion. New patrols and organised squads took to the streets and some even beyond that, to scour the farms and the woodland for any sign of illegal conduct. Servius doubted that he would find much, but even if he didn't he knew such visible and rigorous reformations of the Guard would put those responsible for the reported local disturbances out of action, simply through caution or fear. Most likely both. Servius himself was a man of action. He didn't believe in sitting about the barracks while his men did all the work. No, he needed to be at the very front of his operations. How else would he command and co-ordinate? As such, he had opted to lead one of the patrols himself. Along with one of his personal elite and five regulars, Servius left the town and rode down towards the fields beyond the farms and after that, the forest. It pleased him to see the unsettled looks of the farmers. Clearly it had been a long time since they had seen an organised patrol or search. Let the fear spread amongst them like wildfire, Servius thought, with a slight smile beneath his helmet. Fear was one of his greatest weapons and he would not neglect it. It took them some fifteen minutes on horseback to reach the wooden watch tower on the edge of the forest. Servius had been meticulous in his studying of the map at the barracks and had taken note of the watch towers dotted around the borders of the town. He pondered whether to have them reinforced or built about with stone. As they were they would do little do deter an enemy and would only serve as an early warning to the town behind. He put the thoughts aside as he led his patrol into the outskirts of the wood. The most reports of disturbances had come from forest and Servius would not be caught off guard. |
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| prof_tatori | 4 May 2010, 20:58 Post #6 |
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Self-appointed B-day man
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Mylassa was racing through the trees, a growl barely contained as she tracked the war dog. Seldibo followed quietly behind, and the bonded pair moved in silence. After a while Seldibo realized that they were entering the outlying borders of the city of Boshann, and was about to tell Mylassa that they needed to abandon this hunt when he saw it through the trees. A large dog of war sat growling, having smelled them, and was looking in their direction as he and Mylassa hid behind separate trees. Mylassa then looked directly at Seldibo, and once more their minds briefly joined. the first feeling was that of danger, and that feeling was strong, followed by the thought of the scent of a young girl near the dog and a repeat of the danger, with the feeling of a mother protecting her cubs. Seldibo muttered under his breath "the Daori line. damnit! this close to them, and I haven't even suspected they lived here. Well this traitor will die." followed by a joinging with Mylassa's min d he sent her his thoughts. first he gave here the feeling of the hunt, then an image of the dog of war, pinned, and then the thought of quiet and urgency. Mylassa growled agreement before leaping out into the open and crouching into an attacking slouch towards the dog of war. While Mylassa stalked the large beast, Seldibo quickly but quietly circled around and headed for the tree Mylassa had identified as the girl's most likely hiding place. He stoopped on one side of the tree, and drew both of his long knives before looking around the trunk, where he saw her. The young lady, she seemes to be around 18 years of age, had a... breathtaking quality to her . Her long braided hair looked soft and seemed to shimmer in the natural sunlight, cascading down her back. she had a full beautiful figure with... flawless skin, and gorgeous emerald eyes...eys one could get lost in. Seldibo just stared, the knives hung limp in his hands, forgotten as he looked upon her, this vision of heaven. Mylassa stopped in mid-step only a few yards from the dog of war as she felt something happening to her bond-mate, and looked toward him confusedly, torn between her target and her bond-mate's wellbeing |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 7 May 2010, 18:24 Post #7 |
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Dwirin responded to the advance by standing up into a half-crouch, muscles tensed, hackles raised. He raised his lips and growled louder at the intruder. The sound rippled from his throat in a steady drone. Elyri peeked out at the creature. It was a Lynx, which surprised her. They weren't as rare as dogs of war had become, but they were almost never seen. One so close to town an even bigger shock. What was it doing here? The back of her neck prickled uncomfortably. She whirled, the old handle of her belt knife gripped tightly in her left hand. She had it half raised in a block as she turned to see the man, two wicked black daggers gleaming at her in the murky light. He didn't attack. He certainly had the advantage, but he didn't attack. Dwirin backed up until his rump hit the tree Elyri hid behind. His tail curled loosely around her ankle, and the girl could lightly feel the vibrations from his growling it had grown so strong. Nobody moved. Her heart was beating double time, lodged in her throat. She swallowed and licked her lips. "What do you want?" She said warily, voice steadier than she felt. She tipped her nose up and stared down it at him, despite the fact that he was much taller. |
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| Arius Daemonis | 7 May 2010, 19:25 Post #8 |
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The outskirts of the forest were tranquil, with only the song of birds and the rustling of dying leaves in the light breeze to disturb the calm. It was early fall and the chill was setting in. The trees were reluctantly letting loose their canopy of green as the icy hand of winter gripped the land. Servius felt the chill against his skin, but it was nothing compared to the cruel winters he had endured in his own homeland. This pathetic continent was inferior to his own in every way, from the people to the seasons. All fragile and feeble. They couldn't even resolve a war amongst their own people. Well, their weakness had cost them their lands and their sovereignty, not to mention their honour, had they even had any to begin with. Servius remembered the tales of the despicable creatures the clansmen had kept as pets when his people had first arrived here. It was said that they had been tolerated for the war, but when Euphene had fallen under Olausan's mighty heel a great culling had been undertaken. In his years of service here Servius had seen a few of the primitive's familiars and put a fair few more to the sword, but they had been broken and grown rare in the face of righteous annihilation. His reflecting was disturbed as one of the regulars rode up beside him. Servius looked at him expectantly. The soldier cleared his throat awkwardly and glanced back at his fellows. Their quiet, urgent talk had not gone unnoticed by Servius. 'Um, generally, Captain, this is as far as we tend to patrol into the woods,' he said and Servius could almost feel the anxiety in the man's voice and knew there was more to his wanting to turn back then simple routine. Beneath his helmet he smiled warmly, but there was a glint of malice beneath it. 'All the more reason to ride further soldier. Return to your position.' With an inward groan the soldier fell back in line with his comrades and Servius led them further in to the woods. |
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Roleplays I am in: Distant Stars Proximo Cowards and Fools: Civilisation The Ghosts of Altressa The Awakening Odin IV | |
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| prof_tatori | 11 May 2010, 16:35 Post #9 |
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Self-appointed B-day man
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The girl's words matched his thoughts eerily. What do I want? she's Daori! but... I can't... "I... don't know..." Seldibo said, shifting uncomfortably. The fear in her eyes made him want to take her close and shield her in his arms, but his clan loyalties demanded her death, i can't hurt her... ancestors damn me... I can't and won't Making up his mind he sheathed one of his blades, saying "I'm sorry about the... misunderstanding..." Riiight, she'll believe it was that, you attack without warning, she'll never buy that you idiot"I-I mean... we- I thought you both- you-" Ancestors! why am i so nervous, and what is with me!? Mylassa watched as her bond-mate struggled with inner turmoil, feeling helpless. Suddenly, she caught a new scent on the wind. she raised her head to sniff the air, and smelled several humans and horses, heading their way. Seldibo was trying to figure out what to say, when Mylassa's mind joined with his. he felt a sense of urgency, combined with great danger, followed by the feeling of stalking prey. Then the feeling of a memory, a time from 4 months ago, the last time he'd killed half an islander patrol, driving them out. I thought they wouldn't return here. I'd driven them out. "we need to go now!" And with that, he reached for her arm, to drag her if she wouldn't come. he had to make sure she was safe, he just did, even if he didn't know why. Mylassa Whipped arund the tree towards her bond-mate, and saw him, and the girl, and then realized that something like a bond might be growing. This was dangerous. dangerous to him, dangerous to Mylassa, dangerous to all involved... |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 12 May 2010, 15:05 Post #10 |
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Elyri stared at the man. First, he jumps out at her with daggers drawn. Then he didn't attack, and now he was babbling like a fool. If he was a madman, he was the most unstable one she'd ever seen. She watched as he stuttered silently, never once relaxing her guard. It could all be a trick. What good did that do him though? He didn't need tricks, he'd had her unaware and in bad defensive position. It didn't make any sense. Dwirin had quieted again when no attack was made. He was sending a constant feeling of danger her way, setting Elyri's teeth on edge. As the wind shifted, his head snapped away from the Lynx, nose twitching. The feeling intensified in her mind and Elyri gasped softly, trying to block it out. He shifted restlessly and the message was clear: there was a patrol coming. There hadn't been a patrol this far into the forest in weeks, but at least it was a familiar threat. Elyri knew how soldiers thought and operated. About to hiss to her would-be attacker to get down, not out of any compassion but because he would give away her position, but he spoke before she could. "We need to go, now!" Elyri bit back a sarcastic comment; she got snippy in response to stress. He suddenly latched onto her arm. Elyri dug her heels into the ground. She'd take her chances with the patrol. An idea sparked in her head. She sent a strong feeling to Dwirin to run. He hesitated, but she pushed harder and he relented, loping off into the trees and hunkering down where he wouldn't be seen. Close enough. Elyri dropped her knife and began pounding her fists into the man, doing it as she had seen her little cousins when they battled over a toy. "Let me go!" She squealed, letting her fear show in her face. She raised her voice and called, "Help! Help!" Hopefully, the patrol wouldn't look too hard at her with the large man trying to drag her off with a Myronor lynx by his side. |
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| Arius Daemonis | 12 May 2010, 22:43 Post #11 |
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The horses thundered through the trees, the foliage exploding before iron-shod hooves and streaming manes. The seven soldiers came to an abrupt halt before the scene. On hearing the cries Servius had ordered them to spread out and advance and now the horses were arrayed before the two people and the familiar in a semi circle. The familiar. It was the first thing Servius' eyes fell upon and they did so with utter contempt. Through the horizontal slit in his helm a snarl of disgust could be glimpsed twisting his patrician features. His hand closed upon the hilt of his gladius and it drew with the ring of finely honed metal. The five regulars lowered long spears towards the three potential targets and Servius' elite took calm aim on the lynx with a gold rimmed crossbow. The Guard Captain pointed his sword at the man's head. 'Let her go.' Servius' voice was like steel, slicing through the sudden quiet that crept about them. His command was clearly directed at the man grasping the unwilling female and by the Captain's mounted stance it was evident that he would not hesitate to cut the man down if he did not obey. Either way, Servius knew this would end in blood, even if it was not on this particular patch of soil. The Empire would not tolerate such foul monsters to persist under its rule. |
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Roleplays I am in: Distant Stars Proximo Cowards and Fools: Civilisation The Ghosts of Altressa The Awakening Odin IV | |
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| prof_tatori | 18 May 2010, 21:28 Post #12 |
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As he heard the horse approach he knew he had to act fast. He made a brief contact with Mylassa, the mental equivalent of tapping some one's shoulder and winking at them. as he finished that the patrol arrived, and the leader told him to release the girl. Mylassa, who had entered a crouch, suddenly leaped at Seldibo, claws fully extended, knocking his knife out of his hand and him to the ground. "get out of here- aagh to the soldiers!" he screamed, as Mylassa sliced the side of his right arm open, used her hind legs to claw his, and tried going for his throat. He struggle for a few seconds, screamed once, and managed to get his arms around her chest, as she continued to claw at him. He managed to get his feet under her and then kicked, throwing her into the thick brush, were she quickly fled, and once out of sight jumped into one of the trees. Seldibo knew none of the wounds were life threatening. Although some were much more than superficial, they wouldn't take too long to heal and none caused any permanent damage. "Damn that *cough* lynx" he said, breathing slowly as he tried to stand up, and checking his wounds. |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 23 May 2010, 19:49 Post #13 |
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Elyri was thrown to the side. She hit the ground awkwardly, rolled quickly to her back, and got to her knees. She dug her fingers into the leafy undergrowth, groping for her knife. She found the blade first; it wasn't sharp enough to draw blood with such little pressure. She picked it up and held it by her side, back to a tree trunk. Looking innocent was great until his lynx went nuts. It couldn't be anything but a bond, they worked too smoothly together. Her own bonded hound was practically beside himself. He wasn't trying to communicate with her, but when he got distressed -like now- he seemed to do it unconsciously. There was a headache lurking behind her temples. Elyri quickly stuck her blade into her belt when the lynx fled, admiring the crazy half-naked man's tactics if nothing else, and remained where she was, quivering. It was partly from the adrenaline, partly to maintain her little lie about being helpless. Her eyes went to the guards, waiting to see what they would do next. Everything hung on their actions. |
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| Arius Daemonis | 24 May 2010, 12:39 Post #14 |
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A ruse. Perhaps it was just the constant vigilance and suspicion that had been bred into him as a soldier, but this entire scenario stunk of a ploy. On hearing the cries his men had thundered towards the origin and through the brush Servius had glimpsed the man holding the girl and the familiar standing by, utterly docile. The attack from the beast had come too swiftly, too conveniently. Then there had been the 'fight'. The beast and the man had acted as though in concert, like the pretend fights of a theatre or the routines of the training court. Too fluid, too perfect to be real. A beast did not fight with convenience in mind, it fought like what it was; a beast. Tooth and claw whirring in a savage onslaught designed to overwhelm and kill. This took but a second to process and no sooner than the Lynx had bolted into the trees had Servius nodded to his elite. The hardened veteran took chase without hesitation, his horse trampling through the undergrowth after the beast's retreating hide. As his elite went after the familiar, Servius had already leapt from his mount and strode the short distance as the man attempted to rise to his feet. Before he had managed to get to his feet, Servius levelled the tip of his blade at the man's throat. 'Stay down.' His command was absolute, with no room for disobedience. The spear-men drew in, closing the noose. Without taking his eyes off the man, Servius spoke to the girl who had backed away into a tree. 'Girl, tell me what happened here. Do not lie.' |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 24 May 2010, 14:26 Post #15 |
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Elyri hadn't been planning on lying. She could fib her way out of chores like nobody's business, and she could usually get out of trouble with city guards (let's face it, some of them weren't exactly bright), but the man with the funny hat didn't look like some backwoods patrolman. He was smart. He seemed smart, anyway; one never could tell with Olausani. She swallowed thickly and looked down at her feet demurely. "W-well sir," she began, keeping her head down. Some of the more heavy handed guards got touchy if you looked them in the eyes. Like beasts. Elyri may not see the point of being Daori royalty, but disdain for their tyrants made perfect sense. "I was jus' takin' a walk when that cracknob-" she pointed to the wounded man, "Jumped out a'me with 'is knives out an' 'is lynx an' 'e grabbed me arm, sir." She illustrated her point and looked up to glare at her 'attacker.' She'd slipped into city slang, as she always did when dealing with guards or other city folk. Her parents were horrified, but they should know that sounding educated was a dead give away you were different. Different was bad. Different meant people remembered your face later to guards who came calling. |
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| Arius Daemonis | 22 Jun 2010, 22:49 Post #16 |
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Guardian of the Dark Rain
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For a cold moment, Servius was quiet, his features brooding beneath the shadow of his helm as his eyes remained locked upon the man on the ground. 'We shall see,' he said at last, and gestured with his free hand to the soldiers. Three dismounted. Two strode over to the fallen man, one with his spear pointed levelly at his throat, while the second stooped to hoist him up and bind his hands behind his back with a sturdy length of rope from his belt. The third man approached the girl, but did not lower his spear or make any hostile gestures. Either he was not the monster the people of this continent believed every Olausani soldier to be, or he perceived no threat from her. 'Please come with me,' he said, his voice nothing if not neutral as he extended a gloved hand to lead Elyri to his horse. |
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Roleplays I am in: Distant Stars Proximo Cowards and Fools: Civilisation The Ghosts of Altressa The Awakening Odin IV | |
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| prof_tatori | 2 Feb 2011, 15:27 Post #17 |
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Self-appointed B-day man
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It all happened so fast, one minute he thought he was in control of the situation, the next Seldibo had a spear pointed at his chest and his hands bound behind him. then he saw the guard captain reach for the girl. "Hey captain... i have news for you!" he shouted, realizing that they'd obviously seen through his trick. "You had better watch your back, there is more to this forest than meets the eye, and I'm only one of them..." meanwhile, Mylassa was fleeing from the elites. She hated herself for abandoning her bond-mate, but she knew if she went back there it;'d end with them both dead. She leapt to the treetops and circled around, stealthing through the leaves. a shadow among shadows that no human could track. For Mylassa, this wasn't over... she had to do something... |
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The professor is in,open the door to your mind, and see other realms | |
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