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May 24, 2011 15:24:15 GMT -8
Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 24, 2011 15:24:15 GMT -8
Villulv licked his lips silently, this was one of his many at hunts. The deer he'd been tracking for over five miles was now stopping to get a drink.
Villulv had felt the stings of humiliation from his other hunting attempts on this specific deer, the other boys laughing at him.
"What's wrong, Villulv? Your trickery not able to catch you a kill. Clever foxes don't hunt as well as wolves do."
Villulv was a bit annoyed at being called a fox, after all, he was given the name "Wild Wolf" in the tongue of the Wild People. In a sense, Villulv was more of a wolf than any of his peers ever were, he even made a few expressions like one.
As cunning as Villulv was, this Deer was just as cunning, it was smarter than any other the young tribe boy had ever seen.
And he'd marked it was his equal.
As such, he took off his mask, to signify this.
This was the day, Villulv thought, this was the final confrontation he'd have with the White Deer, it's antlers like ivory, it's eyes dark pools that were unreadable.
Today, right now. Either he came back to his tribe with the white deer, or the deer escaped and Villulv accepted defeat.
But right now, to Villulv, too much was at risk, his reputation amongst this fellow peers, his father, everyone around him. He wasn't going to let this go.
He notched an arrow and pulled back his bow. Not a sound, Villulv took aim on top of the tree branch where he stood.
Those who live in the wild are almost always on alert, but to their dismay, there were times when they too were vulnerable, and Villulv had found the White Deer's.
He let loose the arrow, and before the deer could react, the arrow it, and it bounded in a white blur. Villulv jump from the branch he'd been sitting on and rushed over to find the White Deer. He found it, dead, at the the bottom of the hill.
Villulv went down, and looked at the deer. He looked into it's eyes, the light making a reflection, that Villulv saw himself in. They were one and the same, this deer, both clever, both different from those around them, but in the end, White Wolf conquered the White Deer.
Villulv made pray too the God of nature, hoping for safe haven for the deer's soul, and then picked it up. That's when Villulv heard a snap, turned and saw a gleam and heard another click before he dodged a bolt.
"Halt! In the name of Lord Garve!" Said a man on horse, he rode in wearing steel, an outsider. He was joined by two other steel wearing horseriders. "You have killed one of the lord's Deer, the punishment for such a crime is death!"
"I know not of anyone who can own a deer, much less a wild one," said Villulv.
"It's a wild boy," growled the one too the left, "Let's just kill it quickly, these woods stink with their stench."
Villulv would have loved to simply shoot the man in the throat for such dishonorable words, but he knew he was outmatched. He quickly took sprint into the forest, heading towards the village.
"After him!" Another bolt flew across Villulv. Their mobility was limited in the forest due too their horses, and Villulv knew the lands better. However the horses were faster than the young boy, so they were always behind him.
He led started to climb up one of the hills, when he saw another of the boys, Bjørntann, and his group of hunters.
"Bjørntann! Flee! The outsiders attack!" hollered Villulv too the chief's son. The others looked behind Villulv at the horsemen who chased after them.
"Ready your arrows," said Bjørntann, aster Villulv was behind him, "let's send these intruders hurting back too their lord!" A volley of ten arrows was let loose on the groundsmen below, killing almost all of them on, however, one was hit in the leg, and his horse only died. The knight took his crossbow and fired at Bjørntann.
All, including Villulv, looked in horror and shock as the bolt stook out of the chief's son's chest.
Villulv never hated Bjørntann, but infact, thought of the chief's son as a friend, possibly the only one who admired his cunning. One of the other hunters let loose another arrow on the knight, landing on his throat.
The group of hunters mourned at the body of their fallen leader, or future leader. They then lifted the chief's son's body and walked back to the village.
As soon as they entered the encampment, all mourned at the body of the chief's son, who had great promise to be a truly great leader, considered calmer and more understanding than their current chief.
"How did this happen?" asked the Chief, "why were the outsiders attacking."
"Villulv knows," said one of the boys, pointing to the black sheep.
The clever boy knew that he could not lie too those eyes, and told his story too the tribe, of the white deer that belonged too the lords. All the while, everyone's faces, including Toboe, his own fathers, grew dark.
"Restrain the boy," said the Chief, calmly, as most of the men did so, tying him up, and leaving him in a tent.
"Stay here, Villulv, as we discuss your punishment.
The sun went down from the hills, which felt like forever for Villulv, who knew his doom was coming. He did no weep. he would not.
That's when the Chief and two of his warriors returned.
"Your deed was ill," said the Chief, "because of your mistake, my son is dead. On normal circumstances, you would be killed."
Villulv gulped.
The Chief stood tall, his dark beard going down too his chest. "Villulv, the wild wolf. Wild indeed, as your name says. You are no longer Villulv Furu-Jatken. You are simply Villulv Jatken."
Villulv looked at the chief in horror.
"You are no longer of the Furu tribe, you are hereby banished, and stripped of any title you have." The beads on his mask were broken off and it was dropped too the ground and then smashed.
"You will keep your bows, and your arrows, however, you are to leave now, and never return."
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May 24, 2011 16:50:27 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 24, 2011 16:50:27 GMT -8
Brianna slowly looked around. Where is it? She stared across the pond near Shi'han Bridge, and slowly scanned her eyes across. She saw fresh tracks, and called for Tristan. He was nowhere to be found.
"Tristan?" She called softly. No reply. She gaped at the large red deer that appeared before her. The buck dashed in front of her, and she needed to catch it. It was food, and she wanted it. Deimos, her trusty Vulpelotor, carried her weapons and ate the entrails left behind after a kill. Deimos looked like a cross between a fox and a raccoon, had luxurious fur, and had black hair and red eyes.
Brianna and Deimos ran after the deer, and she withdrew her bow and arrow. The deer kept running, and faster than she ever could. She fired arrows within the creature's flank, but none brought it down. The beast was larger than she'd ever seen. It must've been the size of those things called "camelopards*" her tribe spoke of. Long necked, spotted things that lived only in the farthest reaches of the world. No one in her tribe ever saw a living one, but had read about them. She'd forgotten all about Tristan, who was trailing her with his companion, Phobos, another Vulpelotor. Phobos and Deimos were twins, much like Brianna and Tristan.
Soon, heaving could be heard as the deer started reeling from blood loss. Brianna closed in on the doomed creature, and took out her dagger. One cut across the throat, and the buck was hers. Previous to this, she'd caught seven rabbits, and Deimos was carrying them as well. For something nearly 3 feet tall, he could heft a lot of weight. Brianna sat down and started cleaning the creature in the manner that she'd cleaned the rabbits before.
Brianna, despite being biologically a girl, fulfilled male roles, and kept her femininity in disguise. She looked in all manners like a boy. However, now she was developing, gaining breasts. She needed a way to disguise them to make herself look male. She had an idea. She'd tan this creature's hide and make it into a cloak. However, it'd take a long time to travel to the tannery, and by then it might've been too late.
Tristan caught up with Brianna, who was skinning the deer by then. "*Huff* I've had enough. Can we just go home?"
"No, this is too much fun!"
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Thomasson browsed the book depository. He looked around, trying to find a book to keep himself entertained until he could go home. Right now, his family was angry at him for not catching enough fish to keep them fed. He wanted to wait it all out here, among the books.
*Camelopard = giraffe
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May 24, 2011 17:00:40 GMT -8
Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 24, 2011 17:00:40 GMT -8
((Wait, is Brianna part of a tribe or something? There's actual medieval towns and such. Villuv just came from a tribe of nomads. *Goes to check her profile again*))
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May 24, 2011 17:06:10 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 24, 2011 17:06:10 GMT -8
((Yeah, she is, a tribe in a small village))
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May 24, 2011 17:53:34 GMT -8
Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 24, 2011 17:53:34 GMT -8
((Oh, okay. ^_^))
Now Villulv wept.
He'd traveled out of his forest home in the mountains and too another forest in lands too the west. He was by a road, of which he knew little about, off about a hundred yards from it, he sat on a large rock.
He mourned the loss of Bjørntann, his only friend. He mourned of his banishment. He'd never see them again, not his father, not the other tribe members, no one.
He was so alone now.
It'd been three days, and already felt so hollow.
But there was another emotion that entwined with loss and loneliness.
Guilt.
It was all his fault, Bjørntann died because of him.
Because he was just too damn stubborn to swallow his pride and admit defeat too the White Dear, it'd cost everyone. Bjørntann lost his life, the Chief lost his son, and he was banished.
You're lower than dirt. A voice in his head told him.
He wished he could wear his mask, but he no longer had one to wear, but his mask, his identity was gone. He was no longer Villulv Furu-Jatken, he was simply Villulv Jatken....no....he doubted his father even saw him as a Jatken anymore.
He was simply Villulv, all alone.
Furu-Never to have a home again, to be apart of a community. Never to have friends, companions again.
Jatken-Never to have a family again. Never to have a father or mother to look after him and love him. Though his mother died when Villulv was very young.
He really wished he could wear his mask, so that he could hide his tears in them. He felt naked without his mask. As though the clothing of securities he wore and been torn out and he'd been thrown into a dark lonely place.
He'd not eaten in those three days, nothing at all. Maybe it's better if I just die.
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May 24, 2011 18:59:52 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 24, 2011 18:59:52 GMT -8
"Geez, they didn't have to be THAT light on us!" Brianna muttered to herself, disappointed at her mission. In their village (which she and her brother were barely outside of), each hunt was ranked, with E being the lowest, going up to AAA and finally S. Quite obviously, being her first hunt, she had an E rank mission. Namely completely non-lethal foes. "Um...what were you expecting, sis? Fighting scary monsters or something?" Brandon asked, practically dragging his own sword across the ground while Brianna kept hers held up. "Uh, yeah! Kinda! And what have I told you about dragging your weapon, it'll rust more easily doing that!" Brianna chastised. "But, it's heavy!" Brandon whined. Brianna sighed to herself. "Bro, if you want to tag along like you said you wanted to, you're going to have to look the part as well. We weren't given our family's prized swords just for you to rust them up!" "You know I only went along to make sure you were safe, sis..." Brandon shot back. "I know, but you have to be serious about protecting your own hide as well! You can't ALWAYS be selfless, you know..." Brianna replied, walking ahead.
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May 24, 2011 19:11:40 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 24, 2011 19:11:40 GMT -8
Brianna and Tristan overheard arguing from where they were. Twins, not unlike themselves. The boy appeared to not really care about his weapons, while the girl berated him.
"Sounds like us", Brianna smirked as she sat down with the deer she'd freshly killed.
"Speaking of non-lethal foes", Deimos said, "When are we doing another lethal-foe hunt?"
"I had my eye on a group of Southern Vulpelotor. Their pelts would fetch a nice price on the trader market. Especially since their fur is nice and gray. Vicious bastards though".
"Not like us Northerns," Deimos smiled, "We're nice enough to be kept as pets and helpers".
Brianna looked at the boy again, he looked pretty cute, and a bit naive. Maybe she could teach him a thing or two. "Will ya look at him? He's gorgeous!"
"He's a townie, he's too good for you", Tristan hissed, "You're a psycho anyway".
"That's it, Tristan, we're hunting a baby dragon next", she retorted.
"Like I said, psycho".
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May 24, 2011 19:41:01 GMT -8
Post by Darth Pichu on May 24, 2011 19:41:01 GMT -8
"Get your filthy god forsaken mind out of this holy place! Until the good will of Rah'fen takes the clouds of ignorance out from between your ears and you learn to focus on your work!"
Sergei winced a little bit as a glass bottle smashed just a few inches away from his ear. He didn't say a word, his little body shaking in fear. This would be the third or fourth time this week he'd been banished to the streets.
"You should count yourself blessed that I even let you touch the relics of Middahn, much less allow you to work around them with your clumsy hands! Get out! Don't bother to come back until you've cleansed your mind of your piddling clumsy thoughts and learned to make something of yourself!"
Sergei sighed a little dusting himself off. Finally that madman was done blowing his top about the gods and purity of mind. Purity. He'd grown to hate the word, just as much as he hated everything the church stood for. He despised it all, the idols, the worship. He clenched his little calloused hands his eyes narrowing as he walked along the narrow cobblestone path. It made him sick, just as father's words did.
He wasn't his father of course. Sergei just called him father because everyone else did. He didn't hate the man, no, hate was too strong a word. He pitied the man. His eyes were blind. Or... maybe not so much blind than deaf. Sergei had found the true meaning of life. A real meaning to live that his poor father could never comprehend
"Peter..." Sergei breathed looking up into his bedroom window. He lived right beneath the belltower. He heard the bells chime every hour on the hour and as a result, never slept past the crack of dawn. Not that he would be able to do so without getting a violent lashing anyway. He didn't mind that much though. Dawn could be a nice time of day.
Sergei gave a grunt, his pock marked fingers pulling him up the incline brick by brick. Slowly he began his ascent, pushed on only by his own will. He had to have Peter. It was imperative. At last his head cleared the last brick and he could see through his window. A smile broke over his face as he spotted Peter: a large, plain, birch wood lute sitting in the corner. He couldn't help smiling every time he saw Peter. He scrambled into the room, careful not to make too much noise as he grabbed the lute and slung it over his back, and then began his long climb down.
He smiled a little bit. Sometimes he was glad father threw him out of the rectory. It gave him time to be alone with himself and his music. Time to think. Music was the only reason for living. Without it, well.. what more point was there? Music could do anything, he'd found. It could make him happy or sad. It could make him feel relaxed or agitated. It was his friend and spoke to him, it gently held him when he cried and consoled him when he was frustrated and angry with the world. They all could die and rot in the bowels of hell for all he cared. So long as he had his music he could do anything.
His stomach growled.
Except of course fill his stomach with it.
He sighed a little bit. Though he did like the time away, staying on an empty belly for so long ate at him. He only had one piece of bread left from what he'd stolen from the table. Best to make it last.
After a few seconds of decending Sergei's foot slipped from under him. A cold feeling of panic filled him as he realized his small arms couldn't support his body. He was plummitting towards the ground before he knew what was happening. He landed with a sharp thud. Fear flooded him.
Immediately he unstrapped Peter from his back, and gazed along the instrument's neck. A sigh escaped his lips. No cracks in the belly, no snags in the strings. The instrument was fine. Sergei had a twisted ankle, but that was hardly any worry. After all, he didn't need his feet to play.
It took Sergei longer than usual to reach his spot, limping along as he did. His ankle hurt, as did his stomach, but food could wait and rest would come as soon as he was out of earshot. And after all, he was almost there. His secret spot was a few miles from town, hidden in a small clearing. There was a little pond with fish in it, a couple of rocks, the shade of a tree. He'd have lived there himself if he didn't fear the creatures of the night. That and the wild ones who stalked the river at night. He wasn't much of a fighter himself.
A feeling of familiar relief filled Sergei as he finally reached his spot. He smiled a little, sitting down on one of the rocks and letting the peaceful calm drift around him.
That was when he noticed... the brush had been disturbed near the right hand entrance. Someone had been through there. Fear filled him.
"H-.. hey!" he shouted, looking around warily. It could be a child of the wilderness, one of the savages. He glanced about, holding Peter tightly in his hands, "Who's there! Show yourself, I know you've been through here! What d'you want with me?"
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May 24, 2011 19:55:44 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 24, 2011 19:55:44 GMT -8
Brandon paid no mind to the ither group until he heard the girl call someone gorgeous. Much to his shock, the girl was looking directly at HIM upon saying so. Brianna took note of this and shot a grin at him. "Ho-ly cow, look at that! I KNEW someone would fall for your cuteness sooner or later!" Brianna teased. "S-stop it, sis! Th-there's no way she meant me! I mean...you know how shy I am! Especially around girls..." Brandon said, his face flushed. "And what about that one girl when you were 5, eh? She didn't exist?" Brianna asked. "Everyone has that kind of one-shot crush for a couple days at some point!" Brandon replied. "Riiight...well, you were right about it being temporary. Still, what about her? Quite strong from the look of it!" Brianna asked. "I-I don't know...does she really...like me already?" Brandon wondered.
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May 25, 2011 1:31:56 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 25, 2011 1:31:56 GMT -8
Brianna's head shot back up, and heard the boy and girl talking about her. She blushed incredibly, but covered it up.
"Heh...he's still too good for ya, Brianna", Tristan teased.
Brianna pulled the freshly acquired deerskin over her body, having scraped it as she'd been looking at the strangers.
Deimos nudged Brianna, "Go for it! Men can't resist that cute, rounded face of yours". His red eyes stared temporarily into Brianna's hazel ones.
"O-okay...but maybe I can just offer to be a guide or something to them. Or they can go on my dragon hunt with us. Then, if all goes well...I wonder if he'll like me...." she replied.
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May 25, 2011 2:03:22 GMT -8
Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 25, 2011 2:03:22 GMT -8
After a few seconds of decending Sergei's foot slipped from under him. A cold feeling of panic filled him as he realized his small arms couldn't support his body. He was plummitting towards the ground before he knew what was happening. He landed with a sharp thud. Fear flooded him. Immediately he unstrapped Peter from his back, and gazed along the instrument's neck. A sigh escaped his lips. No cracks in the belly, no snags in the strings. The instrument was fine. Sergei had a twisted ankle, but that was hardly any worry. After all, he didn't need his feet to play. It took Sergei longer than usual to reach his spot, limping along as he did. His ankle hurt, as did his stomach, but food could wait and rest would come as soon as he was out of earshot. And after all, he was almost there. His secret spot was a few miles from town, hidden in a small clearing. There was a little pond with fish in it, a couple of rocks, the shade of a tree. He'd have lived there himself if he didn't fear the creatures of the night. That and the wild ones who stalked the river at night. He wasn't much of a fighter himself. A feeling of familiar relief filled Sergei as he finally reached his spot. He smiled a little, sitting down on one of the rocks and letting the peaceful calm drift around him. That was when he noticed... the brush had been disturbed near the right hand entrance. Someone had been through there. Fear filled him. "H-.. hey!" he shouted, looking around warily. It could be a child of the wilderness, one of the savages. He glanced about, holding Peter tightly in his hands, "Who's there! Show yourself, I know you've been through here! What d'you want with me?" Villulv's mourning stopped from the large rock her stood on. His hands partially uncovered his face, his once green eyes had changed color, into a more yellowish green. He saw this transformation himself. He wondered if, tribeless, when he died his soul would become a raging demon, and these were the first signs. He glared at the boy coming towards him, who was unaware. He was an outsider. No. He wasn't the outsider this time. It was Villulv who was the outsider now. He continued to glare at the boy from the side of his eyes, which were also red from all the tears he'd shed. He didn't say anything, but was paused, like a wolf who had spotted and been spotted by a human.
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May 25, 2011 4:40:19 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 25, 2011 4:40:19 GMT -8
Brianna pushed Brandon along a bit. "Go on! Say hi!" She said. "B-But, what if she doesn't like me?" Brandon asked. "Oh, quit being such a pessimest! Say hi!" Brianna said, continuing to push Brandon. "Sis, I-" Bradon tried to respond but realized that the girl was mere inches in front of him. He backed up for a moment, blushing incredibly. "U-u-uh...hi. M-my name's...my name's..." "My brother's name is Brandon. And I'm Brianna! We're newfound monster hunters!" Brianna introduced. "I-I coulda said my name..." Brandon whispered. "Not with the train wreck you were becoming." Brianna whispered back. "Hey, I w-wait, what's a train?" Brandon wondered. "Umm...I don't know, I just heard the phrase somwhere." Brianna said back. "And what's an airport? You said that word once, too." Brandon asked. "I don't know, geez!" Brianna said back, annoyed.
((No one's getting this reference, guarenteed. XD))
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May 25, 2011 8:07:22 GMT -8
Post by Darth Pichu on May 25, 2011 8:07:22 GMT -8
Sergei withdrew a little when he saw the intruder there. He was one of the wild ones, there was no mistaking it. He was a dirty little child, about his age. He was hunched like a savage, wearing clothing that looked like it was made out of something dead. He smelled like sweat and blood, a child of the woods.
He looked hostile. Sergei swallowed a little, unsure of how to handle them. The savage ones were supposed to be brutal, attacking any civilized men brutally, skinning and gutting their carcasses and then using their bones as jewelry and what not. They were unclean of heart and mind, unclean of spirit, their thoughts clouded by the devil's whims.
"B-.. begone!" Sergei said, trying to wave the little boy away. His shaking, small voice wasn't terribly convincing, "Get out of here! Go! Out"
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May 25, 2011 9:37:57 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 25, 2011 9:37:57 GMT -8
"No way! My name's Brianna", the hazel-eyed girl looked up. "I'm a hunter too! I hunt monsters and animals alike. I was gonna go and slay a baby dragon, since Tristan, my twin brother here, is too afraid of regular sized dragons".
"Am not! I just don't like death...", Tristan shot back.
"Yeah right, why are you a man then?"
"I don't know, why aren't you?"
"I'm a man! I just have woman's parts. It's the way I was born, okay?" Brianna huffed and looked back up at Brandon, "Anyway...uhmm...I was wondering if you and my sister would like to go with on a monster hunt...a baby dragon hunt to be particular. Also, some Southern Vulpelotor".
"Alright, I'm out", Tristan groaned, "I'm out dammit".
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"See anything you like, young man?" A woman looked over Thomasson's shoulder.
"Uh-umm...not yet. I've read most of these books and it's hard to find ones I haven't already". Then, he left without another word. He wasn't sure what to do. He'd read those books over and over again, and he memorized each one. He walked out into the forest where he'd come into the city from. He wandered deep onto a road, then near a pond. Two boys about his age were there, one carrying a lute, and the other a wild one. He dashed away, and looked to the sky. He let out a screeching, piercing howl.
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May 25, 2011 10:05:05 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 25, 2011 10:05:05 GMT -8
"Wow...I didn't know my name was common." Brianna said, amazed at the other girl's name. "And your brother doesn't like this stuff either? MAN, how are we not related!?" "Wouldn't it...breathe fire at us or something?" Brandon asked. "Come on, if it's a BABY dragon, it couldn't possibly burn more than a camp fire! Besides, do you realize how quickly we'll move up in our rank if we bring back ANY kind of dragon!?" Brianna joyously asked before calming down. "Oh, right...you're only doing this to 'protect me.'" "Hey, I can be worried about you!" Brandon said back. "I can handle myself just fine! YOU'RE the one I'd be worried about!" Brianna said back. "Excuse my brother here. His heart's in the right place, but not his mind." "Sis..." Brandon flushed, embarrassed in front of the other Brianna. Brianna looked back at him, sighing after a second. "Alright, I'm sorry..." She said, hugging her brother. "Umm...we'll go with you, Brianna." Brandon said, feeling relief after getting that out of his system. "Yeah, we'll help ya!" Brianna added, letting go of Brandon and looking back at him. "Bro, your sword..." "Oh, fine..." Brandon said, hefting his sword up on his shoulder. "Man, this is heavy..." "Why do you have to have the upper arm strength of an ant?" Brianna pondered, sighing.
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May 25, 2011 10:11:56 GMT -8
Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 25, 2011 10:11:56 GMT -8
Sergei withdrew a little when he saw the intruder there. He was one of the wild ones, there was no mistaking it. He was a dirty little child, about his age. He was hunched like a savage, wearing clothing that looked like it was made out of something dead. He smelled like sweat and blood, a child of the woods. He looked hostile. Sergei swallowed a little, unsure of how to handle them. The savage ones were supposed to be brutal, attacking any civilized men brutally, skinning and gutting their carcasses and then using their bones as jewelry and what not. They were unclean of heart and mind, unclean of spirit, their thoughts clouded by the devil's whims. "B-.. begone!" Sergei said, trying to wave the little boy away. His shaking, small voice wasn't terribly convincing, "Get out of here! Go! Out" Villulv glared at the boy with his greenish yellow eyes, they pierced into the boy's soul. The outside woodsmen. They thought they owned everything. Nothing belonged to them. They shooed their tribe out of their homes like they were the pests who were not welcomed, not welcomed to their own homes. Villulv stood up on top of the rock, his neck hunched and bangs of his wild long hair covered most of his face, accept for the eyes which glinted at the boy. He pulled out an arrow and notched it, and pulled back his bow, the arrow aimed at the boy. It was THEIR fault he was banished. It was THEIR fault Bjørntann was dead! It was ALL THEIR FAULT! He was about to release the arrow when he saw the fear in the boy's eyes. Suddenly, like how the eyes of the White Deer reflected Villulv, they reflected the boy. Would he be able to shoot another White Deer? The glint that was visible disappeared, and steadily eased his stretch on the bow's string, before putting the arrow away. "I am not welcome here either." he said in a soft voice. He straightened his neck and let his eyes that harbored his broken spirit show, before turning his back on the boy and walking away, like a ghost. It wasn't all their fault, and this boy certainly was not one of the outsider's knights. He couldn't put the blame on them. The Knights were dead. There was only one person left to blame: Himself.
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May 25, 2011 10:14:47 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 25, 2011 10:14:47 GMT -8
"Who knows, maybe the mama will come and get us", Brianna grinned, "I would love to kill a mama dragon".
Tristan sighed. "Brianna....you...you loon".
Deimos and Phobos busied themselves feasting on the entrails of Brianna's latest catch. Deimos looked up, him being the chubbier and cuter of the two, he was always a favorite. "Maybe...just maybe *munch*, Brianna and Tristan...err...maybe not Tristan, can join whatever you're in that makes you official monster hunters".
Brianna scritched behind Deimos's ear. "I don't think they'd want me there, Deimos. After all, I'm a mere tribeswoman. Not of noble blood, not of any importance. The Ravenquists are not that high up".
Deimos responded as he rested his head on Brianna's lap, "May I remind you how long you've been hunting?"
"No, I remember", she retorted, "I've been hunting since the day I could stand".
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May 25, 2011 10:24:51 GMT -8
Post by samedi on May 25, 2011 10:24:51 GMT -8
Flip flop flip flop flip flop thud! "Ahahowww! Ow..." Ejin, sprawled on the worn flagstones of the old Eastern trade route, rubbed his shin and decided that sandals weren't the best footwear to escape in. The boy looked around, before rolling into the undergrowth as his pursuers rushed past, headed towards the town.
The little street mouse crawled a bit further into the forest and then played dead. Then someone stepped on his back and he let out a pained squeak.
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May 25, 2011 10:57:28 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 25, 2011 10:57:28 GMT -8
"Are you KIDDING!? You show them what you've hunted and they'll be begging for you to join!" Brianna said to the girl. "You sure? We don't even KNOW our policy about outsiders to know she'll be safe." Brandon replied. "Bro...if they can accept a girl acting like a boy, they can accept another girl like that from somewhere else as well as her friends." Brianna said confidently. "Come on, let's go hunt that dragon and we'll show you to our home! Hell, if you let us come with you, I can set up a date with my brother for ya!" She said, winking at the other Brianna. "S-sis! What did you have to say that for!?" Brandon said back. "Oh, don't be silly, bro! This could be your chance!" Brianna responded.
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May 25, 2011 11:50:06 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 25, 2011 11:50:06 GMT -8
Brianna's face lit up, "I would love to have a date with Brandon. He's gorgeous and adorable". Slowly, she got up and hung the deer carcass upside down, cloaking it in leaves a special way so that the carcass was left alone. She wrapped the deerskin around her more, "I've got my bow and arrows, and my dagger. My arrows can pierce the thick hide of a dragon".
Deimos, Phobos and Tristan came up behind her, ready to follow her.
"Alright, there's this place called 'Valley'. Near there is a confirmed dragon's nest", Brianna said, marching off in that direction.
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May 25, 2011 12:02:00 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 25, 2011 12:02:00 GMT -8
Brandon was blushing incredibly at the compliments, practically unable to speak. "Alright! You got a date, bro! How about that?" Brianna said, getting no response. "Speechless, eh? No problem. Let's go and hunt us a dragon!" She exclaimed, following the other Brianna. Brandon merely stared at the other Brianna and looked away whenever she looked back at him.
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May 25, 2011 12:06:53 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 25, 2011 12:06:53 GMT -8
Brianna's walking took them into the small town called Valley, Deimos's ears perked as he heard a sound. "What was that?"
"That was nothing, Deimos, you poofter", Phobos hissed.
"No one likes derogatory terms, asshole!" Deimos snapped.
Brianna looked back at Brandon occasionally, "So beautiful...."
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May 25, 2011 12:28:21 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 25, 2011 12:28:21 GMT -8
Brandon forgot to look away when he heard Brianna say that to him, fixating his view entirely on her. "Y-y-you're pretty, too." He said, smiling back at her. "Say, I thought we were hunting that dragon first. Let's do that, then go back here." Brianna suggested.
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May 25, 2011 12:30:06 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 25, 2011 12:30:06 GMT -8
"This is where we have to go to get there. The dragon's nest is across here, and I figured I'd take the shortcut", Brianna replied. She blushed at her crush's comment. "Thanks".
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May 25, 2011 12:43:49 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 25, 2011 12:43:49 GMT -8
"Oh, well, never mind then." Brianna said, looking back at Brandon. "Aww...I think he might actually be falling for you." "S-sis!" Brandon yelled back. "I'm just saying! You know how I like to tease!" Brianna said back. "Still, it's embarrassing..." Brandon said, looking away as they entered the village. Brianna brought him and herself up front so no one would question their arrival. To whoever asked, Brianna simply told them they were new friends of theirs, and that they liked dressing a bit weird. Several people confused the other Brianna for a boy and were shocked when told otherwise. Soon enough, they were on the opposite outskirts of the town. "Geez, are we the only people here that have some kind of gender-vision? Bro, did you count how many people thought Brianna was a boy?" Brianna asked. "I...lost count after the first few. At least, if she wants to disguise as one, she can. That and she is kinda cute." Brandon said, forgetting she was traveling with them.
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May 25, 2011 12:51:50 GMT -8
Post by Brianna Ravenquist on May 25, 2011 12:51:50 GMT -8
Brianna fell back as they reached the outskirts, "It's on the top of that hill, see it?" She pointed it out.
"Tha-that's too high!" Tristan looked back.
"Shut up, whiner, besides, it's not steep."
"I'm not the one that got mistaken for a boy through the town!"
"Hey, I liked that!"
"Whatever", Tristan begrudgingly followed. Brianna grasped Brandon's arm, and nuzzled him. "You're soft, too".
Deimos and Phobos could practically smell the meat, the dragon's nest was close.
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May 25, 2011 13:16:02 GMT -8
Post by Darth Pichu on May 25, 2011 13:16:02 GMT -8
Sergei's blood seemed to freeze in his veins when the little savage reached for his bow. He backed away. He didn't know how to defend himself, nor did he have anything to do it with. He backed away, his hands shaking a bit. He closed his eyes. Rah'fen forgive me. he thought, If I'm going to die here at least let my mind pass into the beyond a pure one.
He kept his face covered for a good few seconds. To his surprise, no arrow pierced his throat. He didn't feel dead, or at least, he didn't think he did. He lowered his hands confused, and stared out at the boy.
"Wh-.. what..." now Sergei was nervous. That boy didn't shoot him. What did he want from him? Would he try to loot him first? Perhaps he was going to try and capture him, take him to his village, tie him up and cannibalize him. That was what father said the savages did. He backed away.
Strangely enough the boy did nothing. There was no canibalizing, no killing. The boy simply turned and slinked back into the woods, muttering to himself. Sergei blinked, even more confused.
"I taste terrible anyway!" he called after the boy, as if to cement the idea in the savage boy's brain.
He sighed, sitting down, taking Peter off of his back and beginning to strum. That was when he heard a sharp little scream. Sergei's eyes went wide. Another boy his age. He rushed back out into the clearing and saw what appeared to be a little street urchen laying on the ground with the wild boy standing over him.
"Don't eat him either!" Sergei cried, putting his hands up, "He.. he tastes terrible too! I'm sure! He's all dirty too!"
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May 25, 2011 13:22:52 GMT -8
Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 25, 2011 13:22:52 GMT -8
Villulv looked down at the boy, confused. He then glared back at the boy who was accusing him of cannibalism, with his yellow-green eyes.
Curious. The boy was probably almost as "dirty" as he was, in a way, he seemed ALMOST like of one of the wild people himself, but Villulv knew that was not the case from the boy's clothes.
He reached down and pulled the kid back up and continued walking out of the clearing they were in.
He wallow in self pity alone.
That wasn't going to be the case today.
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May 25, 2011 13:29:14 GMT -8
Post by Brandon Skyblade on May 25, 2011 13:29:14 GMT -8
Brandon blushed again, but smiled back instead of looking away. "You're soft as well." He said to her. "And...and, I think you're cute." "Atta boy!" Brianna said to her brother, expecting an annoyed reaction. "Before you say anything, I'm perfectly serious. You're doing well."
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May 25, 2011 13:31:49 GMT -8
Post by Darth Pichu on May 25, 2011 13:31:49 GMT -8
Sergei sighed a little bit. They were going away. That was fine. He'd wanted to be alone anyway. The little savage boy had given him a rather hateful look. Perhaps he objected to the idea of eating people raw. He didn't know. After all, how was he supposed to know how a savage thought. They weren't people after all.
He started to play his lute now, first fingering a couple of stray notes before stringing them together, a haunting but ensnaring melody that could be heard seemingly for miles. He relaxed a bit, and let himself start drifting into the music, letting it envelop him and let his fingers take over. The callouses on his fingertips found the strings like spiders' legs spinning webs. He spent almost every waking free moment with his lute. He knew every chord by heart, and was always finding new ones. He relaxed as his sounds began to fill the forest, calming even the most savage of beasts.
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