Inteus
Level 2
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Post by Inteus on Jan 14, 2008 23:31:22 GMT -5
The er pri's voice had a coldness and a firmness that Inteus noticed immediately. The rempa decided not to make any sudden moves as to make this beast man think he was attacking because he knew that this man was far from their 'savior' and that he could kill them all in a matter of seconds. Still, even if this er pri had saved them from a possible fight, Inteus did not like this man at all.
"Quarry" the scholar said blankly.
Noticing something happening behind him, he turned to see the blue-haired boy unconscious and leaning on the Laritko for support. Inteus then rushed to the scene and started to feel the pulse of the boy's neck. Remembering what he had read in some medical books in Canniven he ran through them in his head. Scanning the boy, he noticed that the skin had become pale, more pale than he had ever seen. He noted that it could be natural or maybe he used too much energy recently, making him exhausted. But he didn't see this boy doing anything strenuous at all. he then glanced at the Laritko who was still holding the blue-haired boy tightly.
"He's exhausted, plus I think he experienced some shock."
The rempa then reached to his knapsack and laid it on the ground, motioning the Laritko to rest his friend's head on the bag.
So, it was worth going to Canniven after all.
Inteus continued to place his hand softly on the patient's chest, massaging it slowly. He wasn't a medical expert but from when he was young, his mother used to do that for him to make him relax and sleep comfortably. Inteus felt the stomach of the boy, he concluded that he hadn't eaten or had gotten rest in a while. but why? What was a person like him doing here anyway?
Not forgetting the er pri who was still standing there, still dangerous, the rempa proceeded carefully on what he was doing.
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Post by Iria on Jan 15, 2008 1:37:15 GMT -5
Iria shivered as he watched the emotionless person approach the other, trying to see something change? Was that a flicker? Maybe, it didn't seem like it, probably just his imagination hoping that there was some emotion in there. Even the man's voice was emotionless, so it wasn't like he could have some block on magic that would make Iria unable to see what he was feeling... There weren't exactly a plethora of empaths around anyway, so Iria supposed such a thing wouldn't be a worthwhile spell to cast.
His eyes flickered back to the sparkly man as he moved, hissing angrily as the person came so near... though it didn't seem to have much of an affect. Iria almost tore Cel away and moved further into the little courtyard, but before he did the sparks kindly informed him that they weren't dangerous emotions... The person was just being rather stupid about it. Hell, Iria without the empathy didn't have any other way of knowing that this person was safer than the bandits, and all instincts not linked to his empathy were screaming at him to get himself and the winged boy away from the possibly dangerous strangers.
"Y' don't do much in the wild, do ya." He muttered, glaring at the sparkly person. If his fur could have possibly stood up more or his ears gone more flat against his head they would have, but it wasn't really possible at this point.
He hesitated as the person left, waving like he wanted the Laritko to take the winged boy over there. He really didn't want to... but the other beast-man seemed to mean well. And for all Iria knew he was some sort of doctor.
Not happy to relinquish his hold, he gingerly laid the boy down, eyes watching the blue that only he could see for signs of waking up. At least that was one good thing about his magic, if someone was starting to wake up he could know before there were any signs actually outside of the persons body. After all, people's emotions were always there when they awoke. He slipped down to sit rather awkwardly by Celyn's head, one hand keeping a tight hold on the angel's arm, just in case he had to yank him away to safety.
Iria's eyes flickered between the person touching the angel, something that was giving him the chills as it was, and the emotionless person; his entire body tensed to spring if he had too. It didn't help that he belatedly realized that sitting as he was put the side of his belt that he had stuck the knives in into full view, his dirk still covered with remnants of blood from the bandit.
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Jan 15, 2008 8:35:01 GMT -5
Ohanzee lowered his blades, sliding them up and into the hidden compartments. His pupils dilated slightly and he relaxed. Muscles relaxed, bones creaked, and his eyes became half lidded. A goofy smile slowly spread across his face.
"Well...if you're not part of the job..." he grinned lightly and waved, "then I have no problem with you guys. Is every one ok?" He blinked, the calm haze had settled onto his mind again. HE vaguely recognized that there were several people. He walked slowly over towards the group.
"I am Ohanzee Shawl. S' a pleasure to meat you," he said lightly. He looked down at the young man that was passed out before turning to the two other beast men. "What is this place?" he asked, looking around blearily.
While his mood was mellow and relaxed, his mind was alert. He was scanning the group, checking his memory for information on any of the people before him. Nothing was coming up. And that in itself was slightly disconcerting.
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Celyn
Level 3
This be Kloe. Yarr.
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Post by Celyn on Jan 15, 2008 13:20:47 GMT -5
The unconscious niveh hung limply in Iria's grasp, wings sagging with feathers brushing against the ground. The exhaustion had taken its toll on his body, and as the rempa had deducted, he indeed hadn't eaten anything for a while. He always fasted before prayer, to keep himself cleansed. Which means he hadn't consumed anything besides water within the last twelve hours.
One might think that for a travelling person, fasting isn't all that smart. But Celyn hadn't encountered any trouble like this before during his quest. So naturally he wasn't at all prepared for the afternoon's events.
The darkness kept its embrace on him tightly for more than a few minutes, even as Iria pulled him away, moved him back, and the rempa examined him. But eventually, his consciousness started slipping back to him, blurred noises slowly seeping into his vision. Words, he soon deducted. Unfamilar voices...
Sky blue eyes opened slowly, light eyebrows forming into a slight frown as his gaze focused. The young niveh blinked as he stared straight into a pair of purple eyes. White wings moved slightly uncomfortably beneath him.
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Inteus
Level 2
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Post by Inteus on Jan 16, 2008 7:47:48 GMT -5
As the young rempa started to check the vitals of the boy once again, he did not mind the words and the low hiss of the laritko who was now very close. When he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him he turned to see the er pri. Suddenly the man talked as if he was friends with them. It was like this man had become another person, somehow the bad vibes he had felt not too long ago were gone. But this still did not make Inteus comfortable at all. He did not forget the fact that this man single-handedly eliminated a handful of bandits. When the grey haired beast man introduced himself, the scholar raised his eyebrow showing that he was evidently uncomfortable. Hiss forehead wrinkled because he did not foresee these turn of events at all, it was not according to his plans--- and Inteus hated that.
Inteus ignored the man who was now approaching him and the two others. He glanced at the moving wings of the patient, and turned back to the boy's face. He noticed that the eyes were slowly opening, revealing two blue surprised eyes that were staring right back at him.
Inteus blinked, feeling rather lost for words.
The scholar then stood up as soon as the boy opened his eyes completely, still using his knapsack as a pillow.
"Get some rest, and some food while you're at it." he said with a serious tone. "Oh and would you mind if I got my knapsack back?" he motioned to the brown bag the boy was lying on.
Somehow, Inteus resisted the urge to ask more questions about the blue haired boy. Inteus stood there with the three other strangers he just met at the short span of time--he just wanted to go already. Looking at the nearing er pri, he twitched as he saw the tattoo on his face and arm, plus his built body. Compared to himself, Inteus was not too bony or skinny but he clearly lacked brawn. Stroking his chin he was rather curious about this man.
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Post by Iria on Jan 16, 2008 12:35:26 GMT -5
Iria's eyes widened as the formerly emotionless person's form suddenly flushed with different colors, relief and unease clouding his own mind at once. Sure the person suddenly was a normal person... but that meant that he somehow was able to block Iria out. Or at least was able to block all of his emotions, and that was a little creepy.
His eyes flickered over the man again, letting the colors tell him things. At least with him not resisting them so much right now he wasn't getting his usual headache... Though his unease jumped a bit as he realized that he really was going to have to start keeping the colors out soon again. People tended to not like others knowing what was going on in their heads, so the less he actually found out the less likely they were to turn on him for it. He shivered a little, banishing the thought from his mind before he looked back up at the beastman. At least the colors seemed to show him safe now. Which was strange considering the events of only a few moments before.
"It's a temple or something, I think." He answered, green eyes still flickering nervously all over the place. Really he had lived in this area long enough that he probably ought to kinda know what this was... but it wasn't like he'd really talked to anyone for months before these people.
A bit of blue coming up in the corner of his eye sent his head whipping around to look at the angel, staring intently at the boy as he woke up, and more or less ignoring the rempa. Once he was sure the pale boy was awake, once again blue with emotion, he rather reluctantly loosened the hold he had kept on Cel's arm. His eyes flickered up to the person that had been poking at the boy as he spoke about his knapsack, then back down to the angel, "You can lean on me if you need to. Probably shouldn't be jumping up just yet and the grounds not very soft here."
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Jan 21, 2008 21:49:44 GMT -5
Ohanzee never let the smile leave his face. He looked down at the winged boy: he was near exhausted. Looking about the entire group, he picked up the tale tell signs of uncomfortable association. The bandits had drawn the four of them together.
"I have a camp about a mile to the North," Ohanzee said softly, his voice mellow and relaxed. "We could head that way and relax into a warm fire and some of the provisions I have stashed around the fire." He grinned lopsidedly. "It is also nice and safe. I made personally sure of that."
He watched the creatures around him for any sign of movement or suggestion of an alternative. One way or another, he was going back to his camp and preparing for a night of rest before making for the nearby village to collect his shiny new throwing daggers.
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Post by Malyre on Jan 24, 2008 3:03:22 GMT -5
"Please, do not touch me..." The silver-haired h'ortom said with his soft, silky voice.
Even though he meant to beg his enemy, his voice had no life to show commitment and no fear to please his armed opponent. His voice was like cold, raw silk, spun from a peculiar cocoon --- of a venomous insect, perhaps. And the larvae was halted in its transformation; it lay quiet and dead, dissolved in its form.
Though, the forest elf before him was quieter. The wolfman could hardly hear the air whisper when his enemy drew out his short sword ever so swiftly. He seemed to be eyeing his prey rather curiously, with a hint of caution in between his brows. Normally he would have just killed the unarmed traveller with a single silencing blow, but this time things were a little strange. His two companions lay at the h'ortom's feet, and for all he knew they had collapsed by themselves while attempting to sneak up on the traveller from behind.
Not sure what exactly he's dealing with, the forest elf kept his stance and observed; though the frail-looking h'ortom did not move or speak anymore either, readily complying to the stillness. The game of silence lasted quite a while, and neither moved or said anything.
Finally realizing that the eerie man in front of him was naturally able to keep this up, the forest elf stepped back softly and vanished into the shadows, vowing inwards to come back later and claim his friends. The h'ortom watched the man disappear with a blank face, though a certain marvel floated behind his eyes. The traveller knew not how to fight, nor did he practice the art of magical spells.
But his reach was paralyzing, sometimes even venomous.
Staring down at the two unconscious enemies, he studied them with his eyes for a while. They didn't seem like normal robbers to the traveller, and he observed the glorious weapons hanging from their belts.
Thinking of nothing more, he decided to move on. Stepping over one of the bodies, very slowly he started walking again with his rusty red cloak trailing behind him.
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Celyn
Level 3
This be Kloe. Yarr.
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Post by Celyn on Jan 24, 2008 11:55:35 GMT -5
Celyn blinked a few times confusedly before he realized what the rempa was talking about. "Oh! I'm sorry.." The young niveh quickly sat upright, wings shifting slightly as the feathers resettled as best they could. He looked rather ruffled right now... but this wasn't really the time to be thinking about that. He listened to the other ones talking, frowning slightly.
I don't have time to sit around... I must finish my work. It's not that he didn't appreciate their help and concern for a stranger. But the duty bestowed upon him by the Seraph were too importnt to dally. Releasing a soft sigh, the frown turned into a more determined expression. Celyn slowly started to get to his feet again, pausing momentarily as his vision blurred. But he steeled himself and stood upright, brushing the dust from his robes.
"This is indeed a temple," he said with his soft voice, laced with exhaustion he couldn't quite will away. "It was erected two thousand years ago along with ninety-eight other temples, all scattered over Cantana." He paused briefly, to straighten out his feathers a bit. "... but the priests were killed, and the temples corrupted and abandoned."
Turning to face the er pri, he smiled softly. "Your offer is a kind one but I'm afraid I must decline. I have a duty to hallow these grounds once more. There's also bodies requiring last rites." The niveh chose not to comment the fact that the man he spoke to was the cause of the current taint. That wasn't the important part right now.
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Post by Iria on Jan 24, 2008 14:12:25 GMT -5
Iria stayed seated as the winged boy pulled away, eyes following the flickering blue. He wasn't sure what of what the colors were telling him was obvious to the other people as well... and here was where it got hard. The whole game of using what the colors told him and not letting other people realize what he was doing was exhausting, and he really didn't want to start playing it again... this was why he avoided people in the first place.
Instead of saying anything he simply shifted how he was sitting so that he could wrap his arms around his legs, resting his forehead on his knees as he listened to the others speak. It wasn't an emergency anymore so he really had no reason to let the colors tell him things without at least trying to stop them... And to get them at least a little bit barred from his mind he couldn't be exactly looking at them...
After Celyn finished speaking he glanced up, saying softly, "If you try to use any energy you're going to fall over again. You should probably get a little more strength back first." He wasn't really sure what it was the other boy had been doing to the temple, but whatever it was had apparently already tired him out once.
At that moment Iria really would have liked nothing better than to have dashed off into the trees and hidden somewhere until the day turned over and he could forget about the bandits having been there... but he couldn't remember how many bandits there had been in the original group that had seen him, or if that had even been all of them anyways, and if there were more left he was going to have to find another section of the forest to hole up in.
His eyes flickered up towards Ohan, "Do you think there're more of them around?" He asked, figuring that the er pri would probably be the best able of them to guess. The Laritko didn't answer the man's offer, not really sure if he should. Sure, it would be safe from bandits... but not from him. And even though the colors that he hadn't been able to block from his mind said that the offer wasn't in any sort of malice... well the man hadn't had any emotions just moments before so Iria really didn't know what to think, or if he could even trust the colors when it came to this one.
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Jan 24, 2008 21:08:04 GMT -5
Ohanzee heard the annoyance and condemnation of his actions. His face remained in his relaxed smile with his eyes squinted happily, yet on the inside, he snarled. Condemn the man that saves your life. Classy. He shrugged lightly.
"I was just following the stipulations of my contract," he said. He shrugged again and looked back towards the forest. "Finding all of you people was unexpected." He snickered. "I feel I was denied critical, need-to-know information." He turned and looked at the cat that was sitting on the ground and hugging his knees. "And because of this lack of information that I cannot answer you honestly. There may be more." He shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "And if there are more...they're headed this way. That trail of bodies lead right here."
He strolled to the edge of the temple ruins, stepping on the back of the dead elven sorcerer as he walked. He scanned the edge and the closest trees with a bored expression.
"I'm heading that way," he said and pointed northwest. He strolled off of the ruins and towards the darkened forest.
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Post by Iria on Jan 27, 2008 11:53:21 GMT -5
((Sorry for skipping y'all! *snuggles Kloe and Al* I figured I should probably go ahead and answer, if only to keep the thread moving))
Iria was unable to keep himself from shrinking back, eyes going wide as they could when the man's emotions suddenly switched. He could see the man's face, could see that the others would have no way of knowing what Iria did... but it was impossible to not want to get away from that sort of anger. It was all anger and annoyance and other negative emotions that Iria didn't want to let tell him what they were, a nasty swirl of colors over the man's skin and screaming at him.
He buried his face in his knees, gripping them tightly and trying to calm down. And he had to calm down, because it was unlikely the others had managed to infer the man's actual emotions. The Laritko forced his breathing to slow down, realizing with a start that he was shaking. Maybe they would just assume that it was from the shock of being hunted wearing off, or that he was still scared of the bandits coming. He really wasn't that much of a wimp when it came to stuff like that... but it was a good excuse. Better than explaining that the scary man had exploded in angry emotions while keeping his face pleasant... If anything that last part was what scared him the most.
As Ohan spoke he kept his face hidden, trying to listen and stop himself from shaking at the same time. It was only when the man said he was leaving that the boy unwound jumped to his feet feet, shaking himself for a moment before letting his eyes flicker over to the winged boy and saying with more than a note of worry in his voice, "If you stay and bandits come they'll get you, and then you won't be able to do whatever it is you're trying to do at all. At least if you wait until tomorrow they'll have come and gone so it'll be safe."
He glanced towards where Ohan had gone, not sure if he really wanted to follow, not sure if he actually could manage it other than going the direction that the man had taken. Usually the Laritko would have been completely confident in his ability to track... but he wasn't sure that someone who knew how to kill like that would have been so careless as to not learned out to move through the forest without avoiding the obvious marks of passing. Iria took a few steps towards the direction before stopping, wide eyes flickering back to the other two to see if they were coming, hoping that Cel at least was.
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Jan 31, 2008 22:03:07 GMT -5
Ohanzee slowly drifted through the woods. Even through his goofy smile and wobbly walk persisted, he made very little noise. The padded shoes he wore absorbed most of his footfalls. And the wobbly walk was hardly a distraction: he was picking open ground upon which to step. He avoided pebbles and dead leaves and twigs. He moved with precision and grace that came from killing people for a living.
His smile did not falter, but his eyes darkened. He knew he was an evil bastard. He knew he took lives. He knew he robbed. He knew he was a vile abomination to most people's morality.
He knew those were footfalls on an intercepting path.
In an instant, the smile vanished and the emotions that had been swirling within him vanished. He calculated the direction they were coming, his ears twitching slightly. He nodded to himself. Twelve paces ahead and fifty paces right. The Er Pri dashed forward and sprang forward, grabbed a branch and swung himself up. The assassin slid against the trunk and hunkered into the shadows.
He silently pulled three kunai from inside his sleeves and settled. If this was another bandit, they would be dealt with.
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Inteus
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Post by Inteus on Feb 1, 2008 10:02:16 GMT -5
Amid all that was happening around him, the rempa just kept still on his place. He grabbed the brown bag where the blue haired boy had rested his head earlier. He could smell a faint scent that lingered on the pouch. On the outside he looked as if he was listening to all that the strangers were saying but inside he was thinking of the bandits. Surely that was not the only group of bandits in the forest. Rubbing his chin lightly, his brain started to go through various scenarios.
I surely cannot battle all the bandits, but maybe I could sneak pass them.. no that won't do if there are more than one groups.. I should--
Then the man named Ohanzee stated that he had a place nearby, making Inteus's orange ears perk up. This man could definitely provide security, yes he may be dangerous but..
All logic seemed to fail at this point.
The laritko further suggested that he and the other boy should follow as well, well, more like only the other boy. Sighing, Inteus rubbed his long bright orange locks and proceeded to pass by the laritko, letting him see that he was going, not that he'd care.
The scholar took a couple of long strides and tried to catch up to the er pri, wherever he was. But it seemed that he had vanished. But that couldn't be possible, right?
The rempa looked up at the high trees curiously, as if searching for an answer from them.
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Celyn
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Post by Celyn on Feb 2, 2008 16:21:02 GMT -5
Celyn glanced towards the temple altar for a long while. Leaving the desecrated grounds the way they were made him feel uneasy. A slight frown formed on his otherwise pure features, speaking of his worry.
But the darkness was only deepening and he had barely any energy left. He would be easy prey if left alone... suddenly, fear started to take a firm grasp in his chest. The others would surely leave, even the laritko.
He wouldn't be able to continue his quest if he was dead. Or worse, sold by slavers for whatever purpose...
Perhaps he was too stubborn sometimes. A niveh who failed his duty because he refused to rest wouldn't be a very successful one. I'll be back tomorrow morning... definately. With a slightly resigned look, he turned back towards the others and started walking to join Iria. His posture was slumped and head hung low- every motion making his body feel heavier and heavier.
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Post by Iria on Feb 2, 2008 18:48:30 GMT -5
Iria stayed carefully still as the rempa passes him, eyes flickering only briefly over the spark surrounded beast man before going back to Celyn. He could see the changes in blue as the other thought, and could hazard a few guesses as to what the other was thinking just by the transitions.
It was tempting, horribly tempting, to tell the other to not be so afraid... but he held his tongue. If he did say that he'd either look utterly odd -- it wasn't really obvious on the others face --, or like a complete ass that was just assuming that the angel would automatically be afraid. He'd had this happen in the past, and even though the person really was feeling the emotion they tended to lash out if he pointed it out... People liked to hide their weaker emotions. It was one of the reasons that they didn't like Iria to stick around. Even those that said they didn't mind him chased them out simply with their unsaid feelings about it.
His ears drooped in relief as the other boy started towards him, though the relief was somewhat short lived as the shades of blue changed to show utter exhaustion; whether it had just hit the other boy or had been buried under other emotions before he wasn't sure. For a brief moment Iria fretted on mentioning anything, then realized with a start that it was apparent outside as well as in. Well that made things easier.
"You can hang onto me if you need to." he said, moving to close the distance between them and brushing the other's shoulder with a hand. Iria paused, inwardly fretting since he really didn't know anything about the other boy... and even if pride hadn't really shown through yet that didn't mean it wasn't there. After a moment he came to the conclusion that with the possibility of bandits coming, hurting the angels pride would be secondary to moving quickly, and added, "Or I could carry you... You don't weigh much of anything and if you fall down again that would be... bad."
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Post by Malyre on Feb 4, 2008 4:34:18 GMT -5
Quietly the young h'ortom man strolled through the dull forest. Just from the colours of the trees one could tell that he was slowly nearing Armarbor, and he was grateful...
Sort of.
With a blank, unenergized expression on his beautifully feminine face, he may as well matched the dull-coloured trees that surrounded him. Even his silver hair matched some of the grayer trees. He softly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, shielding his sleepy dark golden eyes with reflections on the glass. Slowly he walked deeper into the forest.
This beast man really was not the active type. And not only was he quiet on the outside, it's been pretty quiet for him inside too. Emotions were natural and just a bit calmer than ordinary, though it felt as if he needed to switch them on and off by hand to feel them completely. One could call them detached, perhaps.
He was a puppet, afterall. Although interestingly enough, his appearance resembled the puppeteer more than anyone else. The same puppeteer sent him here, and the boy wanted to please his master --- that authoritative man which was his father. The puppet was on a quest for gifts to the puppeteer.
His animal senses were not dulled, however. Ears twitching softly, his slow walk came to a peaceful stop.
"Who...?" The h'ortom murmured.
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Feb 4, 2008 11:04:32 GMT -5
Ohanzee watched as the group of different travelers all headed in this direction. It was going to be one massive pile up. His ear twitched lightly. The Rempa was down below, looking up into the treetops: the other two had not entered the forest as far as he could tell. And the other creature was walking softly towards them.
And then the footfalls stopped.
Beastman. Has to be. Something with nice and accurate hunting senses, the Er Pri thought quickly, eyes flickering as the creature walked into the area around his current post. The assassin let his guard falter and his mind slip out of the Bloodtrance State: the creature looked practically harmless. The creature also looked practically dead.
Ohanzee smirked. Detachment. He knew it well.
It was near impossible to tell the gender or age from this distance. Things like that could easily be changed or hidden, though the trainedm eye say no Glamour, no Illusion, wrapping the...ahhh...wolf. That much could be made out. With a calculated risk in mind, Ohanzee dropped to the ground and walked out of his shadows to stand in the path of the h'ortom: his kunai were still clutched in his throwing hand. He was mindful of the Rempa standing near by, but he paid him no heed: he was not scared of scholars.
"Be ye allies of yonder slaver ilk, or be ye traveler? Thine answer I require," the assassin called to the other creature, eyes blank and mind once again locked within the Bloodtrance. If it came to a fight, it would be over quickly.
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Post by Malyre on Feb 4, 2008 14:06:45 GMT -5
The h'ortom gasped lightly as the er pri suddenly appeared, and his sleepy expression was finally lit up with surprise... Well, relatively at least. He looked at the assassin and wondered if this man was a comrade of the ones he had met before. Though, the man dressed differently and was confronting him with quite a different manner,
"Be ye allies of yonder slaver ilk, or be ye traveler? Thine answer I require."
Quite unsure of the facts, the wolfman decided that he would just do what he normally did --- to comply that is. The young man was soft like flowing water, and to him it was only natural to comply to the shape of his container.
"I am a traveler..." He spoke, a little uneased, but his voice was too soft and silky to contain any tension. Since his reply was so small, he wondered if the er pri had heard him; but at the same time, he didn't care. Who this stranger was and whether or not he would want to kill him didn't seem to matter a whole lot. But it didn't take long before the h'ortom realized that more people were coming their way.
He has... allies?
God knows that the h'ortom could not fight properly and could only drug or kill the enemy to defend himself. It would be his first strategy to just not confront anyone.
Uncomfortable already, he wanted to get away from them, or at least not attract their attention until they leave. How he wished he had a hood on his cloak to shadow himself under... With a slightly withdrawn tone added to his numbingly soft posture, he took a small step back from where he stood.
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Feb 4, 2008 15:13:22 GMT -5
Ohanzee's mind registered the very anti-aggressive motions the h'ortom was displaying. The Bloodtrance was severed and the slow, mellow grin returned. He sheathed the kunai and scratched at an ear with the hand that had previously held the deadly blades.
"Well...s'good you aren't with those bandits. S'bad you're out 'ere all alone," the assassin said lightly. He waved a hand lightly. "You should be careful." He watched as the wolf took a step back. The Er Pri looked over his shoulder and saw the Rempa, standing there. And he heard the voices of the other two beings stumbling around in the woods.
So much noise...so easy a mark... Ohanzee thought. If he had been sent to kill these beings, it would truly be easy. He motioned to the standing Rempa.
"These...are not bandits. Not really scary in any form," he said flippantly. He may be mellow, but his sarcasm was still well in hand. He shrugged and began to walk again, still smiling at the h'ortom.
"S'not save out here with the slavers around. If ya need a camp, this way quiet one," he said as he crossed in front of wolf. Pale blue eyes peered into golden ones as he passed. "And those slavers would love a catch with eyes like yours."
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