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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 1, 2015 1:36:12 GMT
 Ilragorn is what those who speak the common tongue call the thick and humid forests that belong to the Rougenguard and the wildelves. Many stay away, minus your hunters and rangers, and more often than none those who are most wanted. However, if you think you can run through the dense underbrush and survive, you are wrong. Either the sandpits will swallow you or the wildlings will catch you. There are a few paths that wind through the territory, but one step off and you may be lost for good. |
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 3, 2015 2:22:31 GMT
X'zayvean stumbled through the underbrush, struggling to keep his movements silent. Behind him the deepened voices of bandits echoed from the main road, a few stumbling after him, but Zay knew they wouldn't last long. Eyes scanning his surroundings, he ran further in, finding a large tree and climbed up. His back screamed in agony, his arm burned with the effort, and the wound on his side throbbed harshly against his ribs. He ignored the warm liquid that soaked his shirt and dripped onto branches below as he stood on a high branch, drawing his bow with a low groan. His eyes flick back the way he came.
As the three bandits flickered into view, he raised his bow and notched an arrow, pulling it back with a sharp intake of air. One breath held, one arrow released. It hit its mark in the man's heart, and he toppled with a loud groan and a thump. Zay loaded another and pulled back again, following another, hitting his mark again. Another dropped. The last one skittered to a stop, murmuring sharply and looking at his fallen comrades before swearing and calling out,
"Just ye wait, boy! We see ye again, and ya won't get away!"
The bandit moved back towards the others on the road, and Zay remained where he was, arrow drawn, until he no longer saw the man, but he didn't relax, even as his arm seared, until the forest was silent. He lowered his bow, replaced the arrow into the sheath, and the bow around his chest. Slowly, agonizingly, he climbed down, making it to the second lowest branch before his foot slipped on his own blood, and he crashed to the ground.
With a sharp yelp and groan, he gripped his side, rolling off of it and slowly rolled onto his stomach, pushing himself up to his elbow and knees with a hiss. Above, a hawk cried out, weaving down from the thick canopy.
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Post by Avery on Jun 3, 2015 2:50:31 GMT
Avery jolts awake with a shudder and stares up at the ceiling with a half blurred gaze before she slides out of bed with a small groan, bruise from her last fight still dotting her side and aching with each step she takes. Sighing softly, she gets dressed slowly into some more decent clothes before she picks up her sword from where it's lying on the end of the bed and carries it out to the living room. Finding a stone where she left it she picks it up then takes it with her to the fireplace.
At the sight of no wood in the hearth she frowns softly before she looks towards the door of her cabin and pauses for a moment, thinking. Coming to the conclusion she doesn't have a choice if she's to eat breakfast her teeth gnash together in slight annoyance before she walks outside to get some firewood, looking around every few minutes for any sign of danger of thieves as she lives alone near the base of the mountain where they like to hide and the nearest neighbor is just over a mile away.
Reaching the pile at the corner of her home she leans over to get about three logs before she straightens and head's inside with them, dropping them into the fireplace. Lighting the fire, she sighs softly before she goes to get her sword and clips the belt of its sheathe to her waist. Making sure it's tight, she slips the key on a worn leather cord around her neck and slips a spare knife in her boot then heads back outside as smoke rises from the chimney.
Shaking her head lightly, she looks around before she takes off south through the trees-heading to where she normally sets up traps for animals. Reaching her first one she stills when she sees a rabbit caught in the net and grits her teeth before she pulls out her knife, killing it quietly. Wiping the blade on the grass she reaches in and pulls it out, carrying it by it's ears as she heads for the second trap. Kneeling by it she notices fox tracks but no fox, begins to set the trap back up when the sound of a yelling reaches her ears. Moving in a blur, she spins on her feet and stares towards the direction of the sound, hand grasping the hilt of her sword.
"Just ye wait, boy! We see ye again, and ya won't get away!"
Spotting movement about ten feet away she takes a step and breaks into a quiet run, reaching a closer spot within minutes. Mind processing the bandit as he runs past her towards the road, she frowns then looks back the way he came, remembering his words. Taking off again, she stops when she hears a groan just around the tree next to her, pauses a moment before stepping out of the trees, hand still at her waist, the other holding the rabbit “Don't move.” she says calmly to the boy lying there, eyes serious as she takes a step closer
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 3, 2015 3:17:21 GMT
“Don't move.”
Zay's breath caught in his throat, hand pressing against his side. In a blurred movement, one hand threw up some leaves and moss towards her face as he whirled around to his feet, drawing his knife all in one smooth movement, putting more distance between him and the girl. Once standing, he took a couple of steps back, widening his stance and raised his darkened knife up, the speckled steel gleaming in the light.
His brows and ices were sharp and unforgiving, body poised to spring. Zay wasn't the predator he normally was-- he was the prey, and now he was a cornered animal, unpredictable. Above, the hawk gave off a shrill sound, though a short and sharp whistle from him quieted the creature, and it landed in the branches above.
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Post by Avery on Jun 3, 2015 3:24:33 GMT
Breath hissing out when moss and leaves hit her face, Avery coughs and grits her teeth, rubbing at her eyes to clear the dirt away, blind momentarily. Once her vision is clear, she drops the rabbit at her side and pulls her sword from it's sheathe as her eyes find him, dark irises sharpening, taking in everything around the man, trying to determine at what level the danger is.
Gaze flicking back to his, it narrows slightly in the corners at the look of how tense he is, fingers tightening around the hilt, deathly still, evaluating. Tensing at a shrill noise, her lips purse before she relaxes a fraction of an inch when the sound disappears "I thought I told you not to move. Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you. You're already hurt, so it would be easier to do then to try if you had been up to par."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 3, 2015 3:37:25 GMT
"I thought I told you not to move. Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you. You're already hurt, so it would be easier to do then to try if you had been up to par."
His muscles coiled another fraction of an inch, though a moment later his weight shifted as he caught himself, growing off balance, but nothing showed on his face. Jaw working quietly, Zay studied the woman, noting her stance and her sword. He went to move, but his back groaned and his arm was protesting still, his side crying out, and all of their voices filled his head beyond thinking clearly, so he remained still. Hand tightening on the hilt of his knife, he lowered it, though still didn't utter a word as the corner of his eyes pinched together, though out of concentration or pain, it wasn't sure.
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Post by Avery on Jun 3, 2015 3:44:26 GMT
Eyes taking in every movement the man makes, Avery tenses more then slowly relaxes when he goes still and lowers his blade. Pausing a moment, she grips her sword tighter before she slides it back into it's sheathe, making sure her gaze remains on his as she kneels to lift the rabbit where she dropped it at her feet. Gripping its ears, she stands slowly, returning to her original position "You're hurt. I'm hungry. It's slightly chilly. Why don't you come back to my home, let me clean you up and get you fed, then you can leave in the morning. I'm calling a truce. Do you agree?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 3, 2015 3:58:42 GMT
"You're hurt. I'm hungry. It's slightly chilly. Why don't you come back to my home, let me clean you up and get you fed, then you can leave in the morning. I'm calling a truce. Do you agree?"
No reply met her question, only the slow movement of sheathing his knife after her sword slid inside its sheath. His hand returned to his side, eyes remaining on her, cold and guarded. Zay took a slow breath in, smooth, then let it out shakily, jaw locking. And yet, he never said a word, only allowed his stance to grow less rigid.
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Post by Avery on Jun 3, 2015 4:10:50 GMT
Waiting for the man's response, Avery sighs softly when she receives no such thing, looks around the trees for a moment before she glances back in his direction "Well. Anyway. Come on then, if you wish. It's time for me to go home and make stew. Unless you want to stay out here and freeze to death, or face more bandits?" she murmurs, already walking back the way she came, leaving the choice up to him
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 3, 2015 4:36:49 GMT
"Well. Anyway. Come on then, if you wish. It's time for me to go home and make stew. Unless you want to stay out here and freeze to death, or face more bandits?"
As she started walking away, Zay slowly began to follow, footsteps silent, though here and there he stumbled slightly. He let out a whistle, the hawk taking off and following them as they moved through the green. However, the moment they reached the clearing with the cabin in sight, Zay stopped and leaned against a tree, face paled and face taut with tension. Breathing heavily, his eyes found the girl's back, and slowly he pushed himself up, determined to push on. Though his black clothing was darkening still.
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Post by Avery on Jun 3, 2015 4:53:37 GMT
Hearing footsteps behind her, Avery's eyes warm just a bit before she continues on, not even stopping when she does reach the clearing where her home rests. Pausing at the sound of a soft shuffling, she gets the urge to look back and check on him but doesn't, feeling like that would be an invasion of privacy. She wouldn't want someone to nag her if she was injured, so she expects he won't either. Pushing the front door open once there, she walks in and sets the rabbit on the table to her left along with a small stove, bedroom off to her right, not much there
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 3, 2015 5:21:49 GMT
X'zayvean stumbled through the doorway, and without pausing or stopping, he stepped over to the table before he collapsed into a chair, a low groan escaping him. He didn't relax, and instead unsteadily removed his weapons and propped them against the table top, moving his reddened hand and staring at the wound for a heartbeat. He replaced his hand and pressed against it, leaning back in the chair and head resting against the back of it, his vision growing a little hazy as some of the tension pulled away from his brow drenched in a cold sweat.
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Post by Avery on Jun 3, 2015 5:38:01 GMT
At the groan beside her, Avery tenses a moment then walks quickly into the makeshift bedroom, comes out with some bandages, leaves, and a bowl. Sitting in the chair next to him, she pauses before reaching for his shirt, eyes on the blood "I need to clean the wound. Can you sit up? It'll make things easier. After, you can rest in my bed, you look like you need it. I can always heat up the stew for you later if need be."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 3, 2015 5:45:52 GMT
"I need to clean the wound. Can you sit up? It'll make things easier. After, you can rest in my bed, you look like you need it. I can always heat up the stew for you later if need be."
His gaze slowly moved to her, eyes shadows by his lashes as they hovered above his cheek. Taking a few short breaths, he struggled to sit up again with another groan, eyes training themselves on the floor as his elbow rested on the table a moment. He hesitated, though one his jaw locked again, he slipped off his cloak and slipped off his shirt and thin leather armor, a hissing breath slipping as his head drooped forward. A cut from a sword lingered on his side, having stained his skin, while an old burn mark stretched from one of his right shoulder, tendrils brushing his neck and reaching past his bicep and to his back. But he was too exhausted to care.
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Post by Avery on Jun 3, 2015 5:52:27 GMT
Once his shirt is off, Avery moves her chair a bit closer to his and frowns as she studies the wounds, small pause before she gets up to grab a bottle. Bringing it back to him along with a glass, she pours some of the amber liquid into it then holds it up to his lips, eyes calm "Drink. It'll help a little bit with the pain before I start cleaning your wound. Not to mention the stitching." she murmurs, quiet
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