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Post by Enchant on Apr 22, 2008 16:08:24 GMT -5
The muffled sounds morning from outside the rooted cavern woke Charity up. For an instant, she had hoped that she was still dreaming, but the cold realization flooded her. She slowly slid upright and collected her bearings. She was within the cold, damp ground on the run from shadow guards. She peered toward the open, and it was still dark, but it was apparent that it wouldn't be long before the morning light rose. The sounds of morning were already up and beginning the day.
With a feeling of rest, she quickly began packing up her gear. Once the pack was filled, she shuffled herself and the bag the open hole. Slowly sticking her head out to see if anyone was around. When she felt confident that she was safe, she threw the ruck sack out, cringing as it made a loud thud. Then she reached out and lifted herself out of the hole.
Once out and into the cool fresh breeze, she stretched and looked out over the horizon. The sun was nothing more then a faint light color within the sky. Normally it would be a time where she would just sit and watch. But unfortunately, this was not the time. Taking in one last large inhale, she lifted the ruck up and moved toward the horse.Oh good, he is still here. She had hoped that he didn't shake himself loose through the night. She reached out and patted his neck as she stroked his nose. "Good boy!" She then began to load the horse back up.
She knew that her companion was up, but didn't know how he would feel about continuing the journey after being hurt. But she had a good feeling about him. He seemed to be as resolved about this quest as she, although uncertain about his own motives. I need to call him something other then Hey You!
"Are you ready?", tilting her head so that it could be heard behind her. She pulled out the band holding her hair and let the curling red hair fall down her back. She began combing it with her hands for a brief moment and then pulled it tightly together and wrapped the band around it again. Without wasting anymore time , she took hold o the saddle hold, placed her foot in the stirrup, threw her leg over and sat there as she watched for him to lead the way.
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Post by Nemaisare on Apr 25, 2008 21:36:32 GMT -5
Matt yawned widely and stretched slowy as far as the den and the knife scratch would let them, then he blinked a few times, pushed himself off the ground and sat, staring at his slightly worn out shirt. He really didn't want to put it back on, but he didn't know what to do with it otherwise. It was dirty, it stank, it irritated his skin and it kept getting caught in the branches and bushes when he walked through them. Finally, he snorted at it, lifting a lip in scorn and then wadding it into a tight ball, he scurried through the tunnel after the woman. He had heard her moving about long before he had wanted to get up, nor did he have nearly as much to get ready as she did, so he'd stayed resting quietly until she had gone out.
Now, he hauled himself out into the growing sunlight and shook off the dirtt. He held his shirt out to her, having not the slightest clue why she might know what to do with it, but he figued she belonged to the race that had created clothes in the first place, so she ought to know better than he did. Once that was taken care of, he stood ready before her wearing nothing but his loose breeches and the collar/necklace with its silver cat head. He was a scrawny youth, not the least bit respectable, with the bandages across his chest, hair hangig into his eyes and dirt clinging to his fingers, but he showed every sign of a growth spurt and of broad shoulders and height to come. Not that he cared for that, nor did he know it.
He huffed at her question, he'd been ready before she was and he still thought bringing the horse was useless, unless she planned on eating it later, that might be alright then. As if the beast sensed his thoughts, the horse snorted at him and laid back its ears, but Matt ignored the challenge and just set off along the invisible trail he'd been following yesterday. They would cross animal trails now and again throughout the day and he would take the time, when they needed to, to follow them to water, bt for now, he was still headed for the mountain, and he would keep on that way until the woman told him otherwise. All her planning the night before had been lost on him, so all Matt was thinking of at this moment was his empty stomach and the pleasureful feeling of ground beneath his feet. The only way this moring was marred was by the horse following after him, it felt wrong to be trailed by one's prey, and the pendant that beat gently against his chest with every step. He would have to do something about it soon, of that, he was certain, but animal like, he put it from his mind to worry about later, when the need arose.
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 26, 2008 4:39:54 GMT -5
Large round hooves thundered at the ground of the two worlds combined, white feathers jostling haphazardly around the strong ankles and foot as powerful legs drove horse and master to wherever it was they were headed. Where these two were going it wasn't clear but it was clear that they were no walk in the park. The horse and rider were perhaps an unlikely pair to be found wandering fields and plantations, never mind forests and decayed remnants of old cities.
The rider was male, large and bulky. He had a strong grace about him despite his rustic, Germanic features. He had a strong brow that was heavy with his eyes sunken in a little with short tufts of brown hairs for eyebrows. The shape of his head was decently boxlike with a strong jaw with a cleft chin and a large but straight nose. His shoulders were broad beneath the light armour he wore. His hands didn't appear to be controlling the horse that well from a passer-by perspective but in reality, this was further from the truth.
The truth perhaps not was presentable right away. The man bore a sense of secrecy as well as strength and integrity. He was not quite the man you first took him for; in fact, whether he was truly human at all was left open for debate. He used to be. He used to be a human survivor from dragon stricken lands but then a chance encounter had changed that. Dragons weren't just the only breeds to pass through; it didn't make sense just for one creature to have passed through an open gateway. He wasn't normal and that was all he let on about what he was. Even if he had taken what he supposed was an adverse reaction at the time, he still couldn't bear to show it to the real world.
The Shire slowed as they reach the incline of a rising hill, its noble head raised with alertness to its ears and eyes. The rider sat up in his seat as he heard a commotion nearby. He had been travelling for days, escaping things that shouldn't have existed on Earth before it had been shared by another world. He glanced up at the sky and sighed heavy. He looked ahead again, and urged the large, jet-black shire onwards just to the crest of the hill where he could see what was going on but wouldn't make himself a target.
The shire tossed its head and snorted, stamping a hoof. It acted like it was one who conversed and so it did. Again, the air that the two weren't at all normal gave rise again. The horse's eyes were far more intelligent than what they should have been for a Shire. The heavy horse was frankly just as demonic as he was yet, whether the pair were for good or for bad was yet to be seen. It snorted again and the rider leaned forward in the saddle, patting the broad neck like one might clap one on the shoulder.
They watched the male run from his attackers. The rider was used to these sort of sightings. They were getting increasingly common and no amount of running would make that fact disappear into disillusionment. He knew there was a female around with a horse. The scent was easy to distinguish. An equine scent was something he was tuned to. He killed enough to be knowledgeable about that. Yes, his affliction meant he had to kill, but it was never something that could fight back or hunt him down. He didn't need the attention. not yet anyway.
He wondered briefly where it was in the world they were headed. Perhaps the Elves he heard about, perhaps somewhere else? He could not say for sure. He couldn't read minds like his friend could. Smiling slightly at something his friend had sent him, he urged her on again, keeping much to shadow so he wouldn't be spotted by either party.
We heading for them then? Well, check them out first, huh
These small amounts of conversational pieces were enough to keep him human... however much left of human was left of his anyway. He still bore human qualities, thought like a human and looked looked like one, but the animal traits were there too. the occasional deep throaty growl would escape thin, colourless lips occasionally, never mind what the rest of him turned into.
Horse and rider continued to follow the tracks and scent left by the two. he didn't seemed too surprised when the scent patterns conjoined. They would probably be together and that made things somewhat easier for his security conscious mind. The Shire powered on with ease as her breed was made for their might and endurance than opposed to the likes of mustangs or thoroughbreds. They were the preferred warhorse as well as Percherons and Clydesdale's. Their endurance and strength was more than good enough for the rider's tastes.
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Post by Enchant on Apr 26, 2008 10:50:53 GMT -5
The early morning sun was rose quickly. Its rays shone down through the canopy of leaves above, making the light dance as they moved under them. The forest was silent of all things civilized that gave Charity a feeling serenity and the fact that she was on the run, didn't limit her appreciation of mother nature.
She glanced at her companion that was leading the way. She respected his ability to be resilient. He seemed to be at home among the trees, there was definitely something primal about him. With all the creatures from the worlds merging, she didn't remember meeting one such as he. He had a very feral nature to him, yet, he had a very gentle like nature as well. She noticed that his wounds were healing and then glanced down at her own. Her wounds were uncomfortable, but there no longer was any pain. She took comfort in that.
After half a day, the trees seemed to be getting thicker as they made they way through them. Her horse would soon be too big to move stealthy through them. The idea of snapped branched and twigs, would leave an apparent path to anyone who might be trailing them. Need to get off the horse.. She needed to ditch the horse and make the journey on foot.
Pulling on the reigns, "Whoa, easy boy." The horse came to a halt. She threw her leg over and slid down the saddle. "We will need to make the rest on foot.". She looked over at him and smiled, " I will try to keep up."
She untied the ruck and dropped it to the ground. Then she unstrapped the saddle and removed it from the horse. Need to hide this. She carried it over to a think bush and threw into the center. It would be very unlikely that someone would find it. She then walked back to the horse, grabbed its reigns with one hand while petting with the other."Thank you for your swiftness, you are a noble horse." She then slid the reigns off him. "Go, go be free." The horse turned as if understanding and ran off in the opposite direction.
Charity took the reigns and thought about tossing them into the bush with the saddle, but decided that they might be useful later. She smirked while she placed them in the top of her ruck. I am sucha pack rat.
The with little effort, she lifted up the ruck and strapped it upon her back. Clipping the security belt around her waste. After bouncing once, to get the ruck into a comfortable position, she looked at her companion. "I guess the quest truly begins now." She then moved pass him and entered into the think trees. The light wasn't dancing no more, it had almost diminished.
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Post by Nemaisare on Apr 26, 2008 12:57:40 GMT -5
Several times as they moved, Matt thought h heard and echo of the horse that was following him, faint and far away, but it was surely no deer with their quick, life loving steps and no smaller beast would make such a noise, but the wind was wrong to bring him any scent and he had no desire to investigate. The youth simply tried his best to keep track of it, just to know where it was and perhaps found out if whatever it was knew they were there, but the sounds were too erratic and unsure for him to get anything from them. Still, it rankled when the woman stopped the horse and, though he wondered if she were finally listening to reason, he fidgetted and paced while he waited for her to unsaddle the beast and pick up her bags.
She spoke to the horse, thanking it and taking even more time, though why he was feeling so restless, Matt could not have said, so, rather than puzzle it out, he simply hissed loudly at the hoofed beast. The sound coincided with her telling it to go and be free and it came out angrier than he had meant it. Hmph, the horse could be free, sure, but what about him? So that might have been the reason the stallion took off so swiftly. He snorted at it, then bared his teeth in a joyless, mocking grin. However, now that she wasn't riding the horse anymore, they'd be on a level and he wouldn't have to be careful of where he was leading her, she could fit through where the horse couldn't. He snorted again, then hurried after her with a bit more enthusiasm in his steps.
He didn't follow her exactly and since she was going in mostly the right direction, he didn't bother to lead her either. Instead, Matt crept through the trees around her, a silent, stealthy guard who also happened to be hoping that a meal might leap out in front of him. The night's rest in the den had rejuvenated him, as it will any young creature and now he had energy enough to expend. He slipped into the shadows, playing with the woman and stalking her, giving up, for the moment, his hope that a rabbit or bird would appear. Now, he tried to come as close to her as he could before she noticed, stepping as she stepped, though he was careful to keep from rustling leaves or snapping small twigs and, without the encumbrance of a sack, he moved much more quietly.
Matt came closer and closer, gold flecked eyes intent and ducking into a loose, catious crouch as he slipped from tree to tree and shadow to shadow until he was no more than a few feet away and closing that distance steadily, if not quickly. He wasn't planning anything whether she noticed him or not, he was just practising while he had the time, and the ony thing he could practise on at the moment was the woman. He had forgotten entirely about the hoof beats he'd heard earlier and was only alert enough to be on guard for immediate danger, not soon-to-be threats.
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 26, 2008 17:52:29 GMT -5
The horse and rider seemed to know a way through the plant life around them with ease but then that was to be expected from two who were far from the normal breed. The black shire tossed her noble head and snorted derisively, letting loose a soft neigh. The rider frowned and the shire simply gave him a beady look. His frown deepened. They would have surely heard that, if not other sounds. The wind was in the right direction for him, being downwind of their position. This meant he didn't have to focus too much on tracks left in the leaf litter and mud.
The sword attached to the saddle wavered slightly with the movement. It was a simple yet sturdy thing and something the rider preferred to use in defence or offence.His more animal side had rather unpleasant side affects. The man's hair was of a dusty blonde, almost shoulder length but he had tied it into a tight but simple ponytail. It made him look that much more haggard or gaunt. It definitely continued the Germanic feel to his appearance.
They were slowly gaining on the other pair, the demon horse knowing instinctively where to lay her large hooves and the direction to take. She snorted again, not seeming to care that snorting would give them away. However, the Germanic rider seemed to not notice or was not mindful if they did hear of his presence. Even for what he was, he wasn't normal. They had nothing to fear from him in that regard.
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Post by Enchant on Apr 26, 2008 18:39:30 GMT -5
It seemed the further they proceeded into the dark forest, the more she felt like they were being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up and a slight shiver rushed throughout her spine. Instinct told her something wasn't right. She reached down to her side, to her thigh and unsnapped her holster. The air was getting thick and there was a faint smell floating on the wind. "Eyes are upon us", she whispered to her companion. The trees blanketed the dark forest and sunlight barely shone through. From the faint light, it was apparent sunset was on the horizon. it would be dark soon.
As they continued walking, she noticed a street sign sticking out of a bush. Its post was cover in vines and moss and a faint beam of light flickered on it from the leaves above. It was obvious that it was part of old earth. She studied the sign, and it said, Hells Kitchen. Now she wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't seem to have a welcoming meaning. It was common to see pieces of old earth among the new world. After all, the both existed in one space. But she was well aware of what Hell was and what a kitchen was. The thought didn't bode well with her.
A sound from behind her seem to make her pause. As she stood there, she tried to focus on the wind. Shaking her head, "I could have sworn I heard something" and she continued to walk.
She had been born and bred to be an elite warrior, a warrior with arcane abilities who as created to fight the monsters of the new world. She was the last of her unit left. Marshal!Her heart felt heavy.
Another sound seemed to come from behind her again. Only this time it was slightly closer. She turned around quickly to see if she could see who or what it was. Although,sounds in the distance faintly carried on the wind. She sped up her pace. She should have been paying attention, because at that moment it wasn't so much the sounds behind that she currently need to worry about, but what obstacle that stood in front of them. Damn!!
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Post by Nemaisare on Apr 26, 2008 23:25:50 GMT -5
As the day passed, stalking began to lose its excitement, besides which, Matt had the distinct impression that it wasn't him the woman could feel following them, because he was certain of the feeling too, and he couldn't be in two places at once. And then a horse whinnied shrilly somewhere behind them and he spun about, instantly realising that it was not the stallion the woman had bee riding earlier. But, scenting the air brought him no sign of the shadow stench that would be so worrisome, so that meant it was someone else, or a very brave horse. Personally, Matt thought it was the former, because he had never encountered the hoofed beasts in this forest and he'd lived in it his whole life before the master came.
He bared his teeth and came to walk quietly beside his companion, not at all reassured that she had herad the second snort too, because that meant it was close. How near, he wasn't sure, but he still would have rathered it be farther. Instinctively, his fingers flexed as though to unsheathe claws and he pulled back his lips to hiss a quiet warning that he doubted the woman needed. Had the youth been certain of the threat, he would have left Chaity and tried to go after it himself, or he would have taken her somewhere to hide until it passed... Which might not be a bad idea...
Instead, he leapt up as she paused to look at some strange, old human creation and climbed into the nearest tree, hauling himself through the branches and slipping occasionally when he forgot to use fingers rather than non-existant claws. But the branches were too thick here for the height advantage to be worth much, but at least they hid him well. Suddenly, he scented something that had him sliding back down the tree as fast as he could. He had to fight hard against his instinct, which was to remain where he was until the danger had passed, but the woman was not so lucky in her position. The noise he made was far louder than he ever liked to make and the branches scratched his arms and scraped against him, whipping into his face until he had to squint his eyes in order to see anything.
But the grunts coming from beneath him only made him go faster until he finally landed in a panting crouch, right between the woman and the giant boar that had come up from the side. It squealed at his appearance, but took only one step back, which told Matt what he had been hoping he wouldn't find out. The boar was angry and startled, his sudden appearance probably hadn't helped, but then, it had already been surprised by Charity being in its path, and pigs didn't have enough brain to go around, or if they did, Matt had never seen them use it. Likely, it had been rdigging for roots because its snout was covered in mud and hadn't smelled anyone, Matt was just lucky he'd caught its scent when he had and that the creature had been distracted, otherwise Charity might have been gored before either of them realised the pig was there.
He hissed and retreated slowly, the knife he'd taken from the dead man in his hand and ready for use. It seemed rather small when compared with the tusks that curled up, sharp and deadly, around the boar's snout, but it was all Matt had at the moment. He sincerely hoped the woman might have better, or maybe he ought to try taking the binding off again, though even in his usual form he would hesitate to take such a beast on, though at least then they'd be matched a bit more evenly. He should have known this would happen and been more careful, but... Well, he'd learn, if the boar gave them the chance and if they did manage to take it down, for it wouldn't give up otherwise, then it would be good eating.
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 27, 2008 2:48:11 GMT -5
Horse and rider continued on at a steady pace and eventually he saw the boy or young man he saw from earlier. He smiled slightly as he sniffed the air lightly. Other than strength and a ominous growl, sense were the only other thing that were excelled in human form. He smelt pig on the air, recognising the musty odour. He came into their view easy as you please and cast his eyes over both of them for a moment. The other male was more intriguingly familiar in the way of scent but he couldn't place a finger on it. He left that be for now as the shire tossed her head again, half rearing and stomping her hooves on the damp ground.
Whilst she was a demon, she still experienced horse reactions and the boar unsettled that part of her. I hate being stuck like this! she moaned to him. He smiled knowingly, Aye, but you'll have to make do for now eh? Huh!
He said nothing preferring they open the first dialogue. He was just generally like that. It allowed him to gauge their threat to him and his ride. Self preservation came top in his key at the moment, but he did not feel that these two were much of a threat. He leaned forward in the saddle, watching Matt curiously even if his dark stormy blue eyes were slightly sheltered by his heavy brow.
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Post by Enchant on Apr 27, 2008 13:37:40 GMT -5
Charity recognized the creature to be that of old earth. She had learned about the wild boar in her survival training. It was a vicious beast unable to tame, but if one survived it, it made for good eating. She cautiously watched as her companion wrestled with the beast. As she reached down to her right thigh, ready to unsheathe the blade that was strapped next to the holster, ready to assist him, she heard something come up on them from behind. Quickly she turned and observed a horse and rider approaching. Not Shadow Guard.
Instead of pulling out her blade, she slid her hand over to the holster and dragged out the laser pistol and held it at him. She could still hear her companion struggling with the beast. But the question of how the rider managed to get the horse to fit through the trees flooded her mind. The forest was too dense for horse travel. Magic perhaps.
The rider and horse moved more into her focus. Raising an eyebrow, she observed the man appeared to be human. But something about the horse didn't seem or feel right. There was some magical element to it. Perhaps, the man on the horse was not human but something else. Mage?. She didn't know and she wasn't taking any chances.
"Who are you and why do you following us?", she asked forcefully completely ready to pull the trigger.
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Post by Nemaisare on Apr 27, 2008 14:40:43 GMT -5
Sudenly, the creature charged him. Matt dodged out of the way, leaping back and striking out with his small knife so that the sting of it forced the beast to swerve and follow him rather than go after the easier target of Charity standing behind him. The boar was huge and fast on his feet and the youth felt the air stir against him as he leapt clear again and again. Each time only just avoiding those fatal tusks and leaving scrapes and cuts along the pig's flanks each time. With luck, he might manage to kill it, luck and time and maybe some help from the woman, but he realised she was a bit distracted with that horse he'd been hearing.
He eyed the horse and rider warily, recognizing that they were different, then stumbling back as a tusk scored a sharp line along his chest, cutting through the bandages Charity had put there the night before and narrowly missing his throat. But even as he jumped back to avoid being gutted, Matt felt a hard pull at the back his neck and heard a snap. The collar/necklace had been caught around the boar's tusks, and hadn't come loose as he moved away. He could see it glinting through the mud and the few drops of his blood as it hung down from the tusk it was wrapped around and swayed dizzily.
Magic burst through him, tingling and full of harm as he felt his body try to twist away from the shape it had held for so long. Fur rippled across and beneath his skin, a thick black pelt that grew and disappeared within seconds. Sharp, lethal claws burst from beneath his nails and he dropped the knife in favor of them, he felt his teeth grow sharp too and then he had to forget the pain to dodge away from the boar's continuing charges. The pig was not bothered in the least but the binding that had been broken, it just wanted to trample Matt to the ground and then turn on the others that were there. As he'd thought, no brain...
But this time, rather than leap away and back, he jumped over and spun, to sink claws from fingers and toes into the thick skin of the beast's back and to bite into its neck. It squealed and raged beneath him, shaking him off against a tree trunk and then stampeding towards him again. He escaped by scrambling up the tree he'd collided with, only to slip back as his claws suddenly dissapeared again. Matt gave a muffled squeak and then kicked hard at the rubbery, bristly snout lifted twoards him as he fell. Then tripped over it to sprawl flat.
He scrambled back to his feet and felt a tearing warmth along his calf as he did so that he stumbled and lost his footing again. This wasn't, perhaps, the most graceful of fights anyone had ever seen, but Matt was managing to hold his own. Then, he felt his claws come back and curled up against more pain in his belly, coincidentally avoiding getting trampled as he did. But this time, his luck held and, with instinctive swiftness he snapped out his hands and tore deep wounds into the boar, pulling himself up and onto its back again and he dug his teeth in deeper, with a desperation that brought them snapping shut against bone and gave his jaws the strength to damage the pig's spine enough that it gave one last squeal and stumbled to the ground.
It was how any cat prefered to kill, breaking the spine or squeezing the throat shut so the animal suffocated, but Matt wasn't fully himself yet, so the huge beast was still alive, still dangerous, but it was slowed now and he could reach its throat. Rolling of it because he couldn't stand against the shifting forces of magic and nature he dragged himself clear of the hooves and sank his fangs into the throat until it stopped breathing.
Matt pushed himself away from it, and arched his back as another wave of the broken spell shattered against his body's need to be what it should be. But neither force was strong enough to win, not without help and since he didn't knw any other way, Matt knew he had to get his necklace back on. It was what the master had done when he'd pulled it off the first time, and every time after until he'd realised it would never change.
With a whimper, he turned his eyes, now a gold-flecked scarlet and now brown weeping red tears, to the woman and then to the horse and rider. He couldn't help her at the moment, couldn't even be sure of any of his senses. He reached out his hand and watched as his fur rippled across it, but he was much too far away to catch hold of the pendant and not in any shape to investigate these strangers. All he could do was bare his teeth weakly at them and hope...
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 27, 2008 15:01:08 GMT -5
The amn's eyes slwoly crossed to look at her, gauging her for a moment. The fact she had him at gunpoint seemed to not bother him in the slightest. The shire beneath him snorted uncomfortably, half rearing and tossing her head.
Getting skittish, are we? No. You try being a horse.
"Forgive my intrusion, but it's not everyday I cam across those who aren't in league with them. Besides, a distinct animal scent has also added to my latent curiosity," He breathed softly, his voice accented. it was rough and added to his Germanic appeal. His eyes rested on Matt as he spoke to the latter of his minimalistic speech. "As for who I am, that need not bother you,"
It would bother me
This drew him to give his shire a look to which she returned, nostrils flared before she sighed and tossed her head again, pawing the ground. She was evidently anxious to get moving despite knowing he would quench his insatiable curiosity. Ah, nature of the beast, she mused to herself as she looked at the woman
"Please, as much as I am glad you have not let your guard down to a boar, I am of no threat to you. Where are you headed, may I ask?" he said, allowing a thin-lipped smile. He rarely smiled too deep as to show teeth. It would give his game away.
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Post by Enchant on Apr 27, 2008 16:31:50 GMT -5
He's evasive! "Where are you headed, may I ask?", she heard him ask after evading her questions.
She studied both the horse and it's rider. Observing his clothing, he wasn't a citizen of Paladin City and his accent wasn't something she recognized. "That is our business and ours alone." She wasn't about to give him information that wasn't his concern. Deception lingered on them causing her not to trust them even with his well spoken words. She might not be able to read minds, but she did have one hell of an instinct.
She noticed that the sounds from behind her subsided. The battle was over. It was apparent that the boar was down, because she was still standing unscathed. Cautiously taking a few steps back, eyes and gun focused on the stranger, she called back over her shoulder, "Are you alright? She could vaguely hear him give a whimper.
Agitated, she made her focus resolved on the newcomers, "What do you want? Why do you follow us?" Human or Mage?
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 27, 2008 16:46:25 GMT -5
"I gave my reasons, dear lady," he replied, "Besides, my course lies this way anyway, and if your course follows the same route, it would probably make sense to travel together. Like I said," he leaned forward on the saddle looking directly at her, "I am of no threat to you or him,"
He leaned back again, eyes strong with amusement but there was a distinct animal-like quality to them. He was carefully to not show too much of his jaws. The moment most found out what he was, they seemed to want to kill him off thinking he was like the rest. Which was completely untrue. He sighed softly as Chestnut, his demon friend, tossed her head again before shaking it. He knew she was growing bored of standing and looking like the proverbial sore thumb.
The breeze picked up a little, picking up a few of the much lighter leaves and rustling with loose clothing and picking at Chestnut's black mane and tail, and white feathers around her large dark hooves. Hooves which pawed at the ground, the horse through bones of contention telepathically to her unlikeliest of companions.
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Post by Nemaisare on Apr 27, 2008 16:48:18 GMT -5
Matt wasn't sure if it was his mind making it up or not, but he had the feeling that those two were about as much of what they appeared to be as he was. Which is to say they weren't what they seemed, but then, that was true of quite a few creatures out there, so it didn't really narrow down on his suspicions. Glaring at the rider as he spoke, he hissed and curled up again, then struggled to push himself up onto all fours. It took several tries, because his muscles weren't cooperating and it hurt to move, but it would hurt more, he was sure, if he didn't try to fix the broken binding. And all the while he was wishing he didn't have to and that he would be himself again, body, mind nd everything.
He stayed that way for awhile, resting on his hands and knees and panting as the thorns and spikes wrapped around him and he still fought to break free. His body was still shifting back and forth, though it never changed all the way from human, which was a shame, as he started to crawl very awkwardly to the boar's snout. He fell once and then couldn't get back up as the magic swept through him again and this time, the noise that broke from him wasn't human at all, though it sounded eerily like a scream. But it choked off halfway through as he lost his voice again and the pendant was just beyond his reach. He could see it, dangling there, but his fingers could not touch it.
Finally, he let it be, and just lay there, staring at it, not even bothering to watch what the rider and his horse creature decided to do. He would have liked to get up to stand beside the woman, he would have liked to simply be able to stand, but at the moment, he didn't think he was going to be doing anything but stare at his pendant and will it to come closer. Not that that would do much, but what else could Matt do?
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