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Post by Enchant on Apr 27, 2008 17:12:07 GMT -5
Don't have time for this. Was he stalling her for the shadow guard? Was he after the container himself? Could he be a bounty hunter? All these questions flowed through her mind. Time will tell. "I am watching you", she said as she lowered her weapon down and slid it into her thigh holster. Quickly she turn toward her friend and surveyed the situation. Walking toward him, she couldn't help but notice him looking at his amulet. She leaned down and picked it up. As she carried it back to her companion she looked that the newcomer "You will need to ditch your horse, we are on foot from here." Then she bent down and placed the necklace into the young feral boy's hand.
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 27, 2008 17:50:54 GMT -5
"Chestnut will surprise you, I think," he replied, his way of stating he rather he didn't. Chestnut would follow anyway. She was that stubborn.
And you aren't? don't pick now.[/I]
Chestnut was perhaps a strange name for a black shire considering the word 'Chestnut' was more associated with the likes of oranges and reds. Strange, too, he added as he dismounted. She nipped at him, snorting as she made to move forwards. He held her back, as he watched them, holding her large head.
Chestnut would be hard pressed to leave him. He had saved her life on more than occasion and she had not fulfilled her debt to its proper extent. He had become a very good friend to her and was never far from where he was.
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Post by Nemaisare on Apr 27, 2008 18:04:12 GMT -5
He followed her with his eyes, anxiety growing as her hand closed over the silver cat head and hid it from his sight, but then the woman was pushing it into his hand. He was grateful, truly, but his actions weren't exactly his own just then as another painful wave of magic swept through him just in time for him to clench his fingers and dig his claws into the woman's hand. He didn't mean to, and tried to disengage them from her skin without adding any further harm, sheathing them beneath his nails. Then, with an ease of movement that hardly belonged with his appearance, Matt rolled to his feet and crouched, shivering, against her leg.
Bloody tears were still staining his cheeks as he clutched the silver amulet to his chest and the two slices from the boar's tusks bled freely. Matt hissed at the two strangers, still quite certain he wanted nothing to do with them, for all that they didn't seem intent on harming either one of them. He still hurt and since the chain was broken, he couldn't put it back around his neck, but at least holding the pendant eased the binding's tightening a bit.
The youth shivered again and pressed closer against Charity's leg, he was, it seemed, still young for all of his confidence the day before and since he liked the woman better, and there was no one else around, he looked to her for reassurance, just as would any frightened young animal. Because she had given him the pendant, had slept with him the night before and hadn't harmed him, was fighting the Shadow and seemed just as wary of these two strangers as he was, Matt trusted her now. For whatever that was worth.
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Post by Enchant on Apr 27, 2008 23:08:34 GMT -5
"Got a name?", she asked the newcomer as she stood over the dead beast. She would have loved to break camp right then and there, but between the newcomer and the boar, time had been wasted. They needed to keep moving. She looked down and shook her head, "What a waste".
She gave another hop and the ruck fell back into place and she tightened the straps once more. She wasn't thrill that they managed to accumulate another travel, especially one who was refusing to leave his horse behind.Something peculiar about the horse.. She stood there and reached her hand out to her companion and looked at the newcomer, "You do have a name?"
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 28, 2008 1:57:03 GMT -5
He watched Matt for a moment, still curious as to what the male was. He knew he wasn't trusted by either of them and that suited him fine. Trust took a long time to properly seal and it was easily broken. His eyes turned back to the female, "I go by Raban." The answer was short and simple. Raban never liked to reply with opulent answers. It just wasn't needed.
You're going to regret telling them that. Oh, wind your neck in, Chestnut. There is nothing special about my name other than meaning 'Raven' and I share its colour.
Chestnut snorted again, tossing her head for a moment before blowing air into Raban's face.
"May i return the same question for you two?" he said politely, which was again, perhaps strange for one of his calibre. However, he believed he was equal to anyone else on the mental plain and physical attributes, or curses, didn't fit the equation. Raban shifted his weight slightly, the light armour shifting easily as he moved. He absently stroked Chestnut's broad neck and she subtly leaned into the contact, which invariably strengthened their physical and mental bond.
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Post by Nemaisare on Apr 28, 2008 19:37:36 GMT -5
He scuttled a bit out of the woman's way as she came to the decision that they should keep going and frowned as his injured leg almost buckled beneath him. Matt didn't like that, about as much as he didn't like the small tremors that kept passing through him for all that his contact with the pendant had dimmed the maggic greatly. He still wished it might have fully reversed rather than just tempt him with it and be incredibly painful. But any animal knows that something that is garanteed to hurt should be left alone. He couldn't drop the silver cat head anymore than he could stop breathing or say just why he disliked those two.
Then, the faint gleam of his forgotten knife caught his attention and he scooped it up to tuck it back into his rope belt. The man's asking after their own names brought a faint spark of amusement into his eyes as he hesitantly reached back to the woman. No one knew his name except his siblings and they weren't here though they might encounter one or two of them on the way since they were heading straight for his family's territories. Probably not the smartest thing to do given his current form and present company, but at least it was better than walking through the land of strangers.
Standing, the youth held his clenched fist tight against his chest and glared about as if daring anyone to try and take the amulet from him. And, despite appearances, he would have made it as difficult as he possibly could, for all that he was taking all his weight only on one leg and he was still swaying from the stiffness of his battered and bruised muscles. If they were going anywhere expecting him to keep up, they'd likely be going far slower than they had been earlier. Matt wouldn't blame Charity if she decided to leave him behind, after all, his leg would heal eventualy, and he had a ready supply of food that wasn't about to go anywhere anytime soon.
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Post by Enchant on May 1, 2008 8:10:09 GMT -5
Should I give him a false name? No.....the Shadow Guards do not know it. She turned around and started to move toward their journey, "I am Charity and my companion..." waiving her hand, she looked over at Matt and noticed that he was injured. She quickly moved toward him, "and my friend here has no name at the moment."
She knelt down beside him and frowned, "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt, "she said ashamed that she didn't notice it till now. She looked over at the bloodied leg and reached down to see the damage. She could hear the sticky sound of wetness ripping, as she slowly lifted up a piece of the dirty baggy pants from one of the flesh wounds. Then with a quick glance up, "I can't tell if it is bro....", words seem to drag out when she noticed that his face wasn't fully his face, "..ken." She then studied him further to noticed, that there was alot of him that didn't look like his usual self.
He sat there leaning against the tree obviously in pain. What are you? She couldn't help but feel cautious. This was a primal being, one she never encountered or heard of before. Yet, for some reason, she didn't feel afraid. She gently placed her hand on his. Looking down, she noticed that sharp claws extended from it. She cringed a little, when she notices that pieces of flesh from the boar remained within them. Shaking her head, she stood up, remembering that they were not alone.
Glancing over at their new companions, "We need to get him fixed up."
She knew that she could use magic to fix it, but if she did, it could drain her or lead the shadow guard to her. Her magic was like a beacon for them. She only used it when she knew it would be safe or she had little choise. She quickly began to survey the area, looking for pieces of wood, branches, anything that might be used as a tourniquet. She shuffled through bushes, snapped branches till she finally found two that would be suitable. "Can I ask, what you brings you to this forest," she asked the newcomer over her shoulder, as she knelt down next to Matt. She placed the branches onto the ground beside her and flipped her ruck off her back. She opened the front pocket and pulled out the reins that she placed in earlier. "I knew that these would come in handy, eventually," she smiled as she continued, "although, I had no idea it would be so soon." She also pulled out one of the water canteens.
Glancing up to his eyes as she reached down and touched his leg, attempting to let him know that she would try to fix it. She reached for the canteen, opened it and began pouring it over the wound. "We need to clean it" She then screwed the lid back on and placed it in one of the front pockets, "so far so good." She then grabbed the two branches. They were about the same as the distance between the boys knee to ankle. She placed one of the branches on each side of the leg. She then unsheathed her blade and began cutting at the reins. Three equal pieces were cut and then she placed the remaining into the ruck pocket. Charity took the pieces and gently placed each of them under his leg, being careful not to move it to much. Once all the pieces were in place she glanced up and looked directly into his eyes. She didn't know if he would fully grasp what she was going to do, but she hoped that by the way she was looking at him, that he would be able to tell that she didn't mean to hurt him, but it was necessary and that she was still friend. Inhaling deeply, she took a quick glance at his claws Those look really sharp. , shen shifting her eyes back to his, "This will hurt", looking at him as if letting him no to brace himself. She then tugged at the first strap underneath the leg and began tieing it.
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Post by Harbinger on May 1, 2008 17:30:27 GMT -5
"No reason in particular other than to perhaps seek a tribe out. It is just as bad where I come from as it is here," he moved other, his movement naturally smooth... perhaps too smooth for the likes of his bulk. However, ever the proverbial Rhinoceros could turn remarkably sharp and be hot on your tail. THe shire's head was turned to be facing them now, appeared interested before going over herself. Her head ducked a little and extended her muzzle out to Matt. Raban smiled softly. Chestnut was a demon, but more of a guardian demon than all else. For a demon, she had a good nature and a decent moral code though she wasn't adverse to not killing for the sake of it. It depended on who or what it was being killed at the time.
"She won't hurt you," he said soothingly to the other male, noting the animal characteristics. So, they had something in common in the least, though the scent of the other male had a slight feline odour but their was something else and confused the lycan. Raban knelt with them. "If there is something I can help with Charity, let me know," he stated simply, his guard rising a little as their backs were more or less turned.
Chestnut pawed the ground, anxious to get moving but know the guy had to be treated first.
If he cannot walk, he may ride me instead. Her mind voice held a sighing note as if she had resigned to the fact they would be with these two for a while. I'm sure they'll appreciate that, Chestnut.
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Post by Nemaisare on May 1, 2008 18:32:22 GMT -5
((Thanks Enchant! *huggles and offers a virtual cookie, or would you prefer some cake?*))
He tried to take a step after the woman, who gave her name then, but he stumbled sideways and fell against a tree. Dislike for what was happening settled over him even as Charity came hurrying over to him. And he instinctively tried to back away from her. Unfortunately, he was caught against the tree and had nowhere else to go. He bared his teeth warningly but tried to hold himself back. He did not want to hurt her, particularly not after having gone through all that trouble with the boar so she wouldn't get injured. Her fear helped to alleviate his own, though hers was far less than his, but it was still enouggh to calm him down.
When the men or his master had smelt so sourly, he would be in trouble, but with her, he did not think it was so. But it still grated against his nerves not to strike out as she inspected the slash. He understood, but he was still animal enough to know that he did not like it and that he should protest. Matt didn't, or at least, he didn't do it violently. The air hissed between teeth sharper than they should have been as he pulled his lips back and tried to curl in his leg protectively. Nor did he have any desire to let her continue with her treatments. His mind was split very neatly in two on that subject and he could not decide which voice was the better advised.
Shivering, he was actually somewhat grateful, though only superficially, for the distraction the man offered as he came closer, to stand over them. Again he bared his teeth, though this time it was in a warning and likely one he wouldn't be able to see through. He had managed, almost, to resign himself to Charity's presence, mostly because she'd looked after the knife scratch earlier, but now too creatures he was not sure of, two very large creatures, were coming close while he couldn't get away.
Matt gave a choked off whimper, the sound straining against the vocal chords that would not let him make much noise as he was. The whites of his eyes showed in clear rings around the newly turned brown irises as Charity poured the water over the wound. No, no, no, no, no.... Stay back, keep away! His mind screamed empty threats and fears that no one else would hear, though it was likely they would hsee it in his expression and the tense way he tried to push himself back, as if to dissapear into the bark of the tree. At the moment, he had no thought of good intentions or bad, he just didn't like being so crowded with strangers. The youth hissed and lashed out at the horse's muzzle, not to catch her with his claws, just to get her to back off a bit. He had enough presence of mind left not to seriously try to harm anyone.
Then Charity was meeting his eyes again, in a way he found both disconcerting and comforting. It was rude to look into another's eyes, but it was also polite to warn another of one's intent with a look and he had long since noticed the human penchant with facing one another as they spoke. So he was ready, but not nearly prepared, for when she started tying up the leather around his leg. A stripe seared across his leg and he would have yowled had he been able to. The woman also came very close to being scratched, though he remembered just in time to sheathe his claws before his fingers struck ineffectually at her arm. He held himself taut after that, keeping his hands against his chest, the one clutching tight to the amulet and the other curled about that one. He would not attack her again, she was helping... Helping.
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Post by Harbinger on May 2, 2008 16:02:37 GMT -5
Chestnut snorted, a uncharacteristic growl escaped her flared nostrils. Course, horses didn't growl but the demon inside could and occasionally, glimpses could be seen or heard visually. Raban glanced at his friend and smiled before looking back to Matt. "It's all right. You won't have to walk if you don't want to," he said with a strangely but equally warm and reassuring smile that he could muster for one of his gaunt regard.
To the bitter basics, he was a lycan and nothing would change or alter that in any way, but that being stated, he wasn't like any regular lycan. He was a lycan in exile, not that he would ever admit to anyone. He considered this a weakness too easily taken advantage of. He had never been accepted by his own kind for his complex abnormalities. Thus why he had turned to a loner lifestyle.
Course, that had changed entirely when had come across Chestnut who was confused, dazed and stuck in a bog of all things. Raban had shown himself for his true colours to get her out. He hadn't known what she truly was but he was loathe to let a beautiful creature go like that. Then the whole demon thing was revealed and now he had her inside his head 24:7.
He broke out of his reverie and blinked slightly. He looked at Charity, "We shoudl get going soon as we can," he said softly.
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Post by Enchant on May 2, 2008 22:02:15 GMT -5
Charity looked down over her work with satisfaction, although she knew that it was only a temporary solution. The newcomer suggested it was time to go. Yeah, I know! She knew he was right. They had taken too much time. It was apparent that a quest of two was now a journey for four.
She nodded at Matt reassuring him that she did all she could do. She stood up, brushed her hands on the side of her pants and lifted the ruck onto her back.
"We do need to get going." Charity extended her hand to assist Matt up on his feet. The newcomer offered for him to ride his horse, but Charity already knew that he wasn't to fond of those particular creatures. He was more feral, primal and enjoyed his freedom. She respected him for that. However, time was of the essence and she wasn't sure if he would do it. She gave a questionable look as she moved her arm to gesture him on the horse.
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Post by Nemaisare on May 3, 2008 12:37:57 GMT -5
Well, that was one distraction that worked marvelously, though Matt didn't realise it at the time. He stared for quite some time at the horse beast knowing he had heard it growl, but quite certain that hoofed creatures did not make such noises naturally. He snorted back at it, then winced as Charity finished with his leg, but at least she was done now. Accepting her help up hesitantly, he stood leaning against the tree and frowning at the horse. They all seemed to think that he was going to ride it, but the only time he'd ever ridden anything was when he was killing it as had been demonstrated by his fight with the boar.
And he'd certainly never been on a horse before, there weren't any wild ones in this forest that he had ever seen, and none of the tamed beasts ever wanted him any where near them, let alone on their backs. He huffed, puffing out his cheeks and wondering what he ought to do. This horse didn't seem too bothered by him, for all that it had growled at him, it wasn't frightened of him. Which likely meant he wouldn't have to worry about it tossing him off. It would also let him keep up with Charity, something that he would not manage as he was.
Oh fine then, that settled it. Matt swung a reluctant gaze from Charity to Raban to Chestnut, then he limped towards the last, still eyeing her cautiously. He'd seen plenty of folks mount, but never having done it himself, he was exactly certain what to do. He wasn't even sure he could manage it, but he'd certainly try if it would keep him with the woman. He liked her now, and, having been half tamed by the master, he wasn't quite ready to be left as he was. He reached the horse, then looked questioningly back at the other two, resignation and confusion a clear mixture in his expression.
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Post by Harbinger on May 3, 2008 16:20:53 GMT -5
Raban watched him and then smiled reassuringly, "Go on son. She won't throw you. She's not afraid of you so you don't need to be afraid of her now," he reassured verbally. He turned fully, "Would you like some help?" he asked gently, knwoing some could be pridefuul in their hurt and try to do it themselves. He still offered though, unsure if Matt even knew how. The animal scent about him strong, despite confusing Raban to the very least.
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Post by Enchant on May 4, 2008 17:03:11 GMT -5
She watched as Matt turned back at her with a very reluctant look on his brow. Knowing how he was with her horse, she began to move toward him. Though, she stopped when she notices that the newcomer was making his way toward Matt. He intended on helping Matt upon the horse. A smirk formed on her face. This should be good. She didn't know if she found it amusing that the newcomer would be so daring as to assist her companion on to the horse, or the fact that Matt was actually going to get on one. Either way. she stood there, ruck on her back, arms crossed in front of her, watching and waiting to see what happened.
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Post by Nemaisare on May 5, 2008 19:35:11 GMT -5
Why was he doing this? Matt didn't know, but it was better than staying in the city with all the humans and the Shadow and the noise and stink and... He didn't follow the rest of his complaints as he suddenly realised the strange man had come closer. The youth tried to step back and nearly fell but caught himself at the last with one hand snatching at Chestnut's saddle as he eased his weight back off his bad leg. Not a good idea, Matt shook himself as if trying to shake off water, annoyed that he needed to ask for help from this man who didn't smell right.
But it made no difference, besides, he was only offering to help, like the horse. So, with a deep breath and a final glance at Charity, he nodded dejectedly. Yes, yes he needed help, but no he did not want it. Had he known how it was done, he might have tried it himself, as it was, he hadn't the balance, nor the strength to keep himself upright without swying, so he'd trust to the lack of fear scent and hope the man wasn't thinking of doing something. He hissed at the woman when he noticed that smirk, he'd seen it often enough on other's faces to recognize its meaning. What did she find so very funny?
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