Watchful Eyes (Vatkir, Yeva, Soghar)

[Soghar]

15th of Fall, 511 AV Swatting at the billionth mosquito trying to suck his blood, Soghar cursed under his breath at the sun for causing the blistering heat that was busy scorching his ashen skin as he layed there, underneath the shrubbery with the most foliage. His thin and camouflaged armor protected most of his body from exposure aswell as bloodsucking bugs. Unfortunately his current location wasn't the most ideal when it came to avoiding those things, laying underneath a shrubbery meant that he was properly hidden from most creatures, but a prime target for soilcrawlers and flying stingers. Soghar could feel those little bastards crawling between his armor inching their way closer to his skin. Being used to it helped somewhat, but it was still a nuisance to say the least, not to mention lifethreatening if unlucky. He layed there with his chin on the soil and his fists balled nearby, one of the fists held the Charoda bonehilted dagger close to the ground, Soghar had been careful enough to rub his dagger's blade with dirt and collecting some leaves and twigs from nearby shrubs, in order to camouflage his blade aswell. It would suck if his being there would be revealed too early by a reflecting ray of sunlight on his blade. The guarding/scouting duty at the wrecked ship that drifted onto the coast several days ago was mindnumbing, at best. Soghar stared at the shipwreck for so long that it seemed like he was staring at a stilllife picture. Nothing changed and nothing moved besides the calm water trying to push the shipwreck even deeper into Falyndar. Soghar's concentration started to waver and he began to wonder where the others of his Fang were. He had been dispatched here with a few members of the newly made Fang and everyone still had alot to learn about working as a team while doing their individual part aswell. Sun started to set and Soghar started to manoeuver out from underneath the shrubbery in order to meet his Fangmates at their camp. Tomorrow would be the 4th day on location without a captured Charodae in sight. With a sigh and stumbling against a tree, since his entire body was numb, Soghar slowly made his way towards camp.

[Vatkir]

Vatkir of the Crimson Hand This was shyke. Not just the average waste of time assignment, but a petching massive waste of breath and time. Vatkir had been assigned to scout some sort of shipwreck and to make sure nothing out of the ordinary took place under their guard. No that he actually cared much about what his missions were about, but Vatkir was a man of action and being stuck in a single place with nothing to do did not suit him in the slightest. This lack of well... anything of consequence when combined with the fact that Vatkir had to stay and guard the camp from the invisible enemies, because he was such a failure at remaining hidden. Actually he had been told that a blind grandfather who also happened to be completely deaf would be able to locate him in the jungle with ease. Needless to say, Vatkir was stuck guarding the ashes of last nights fire. Since the early hours of the morning he had wandered around the outskirts of the campsite, talking to himself all the while. Both asking and answering his own questions, though his answers were rarely related to the question asked. When asked a question Vatkir will always answer, however his answer might not always be to your question. Some of his late morning activities had been chasing a bright blue butterfly around for a good half hour until he finally caught the pretty little insect. He had then looked up to find himself utterly lost, and had only by a stroke of pure luck stumbled back into their campsite several hours later. But he had the butterfly, so it was all good in his mind. It was early afternoon when he looked up from his prize and saw Soghar stumble back into camp. "Well doesn't he look like shyke" "Yes, of course he does. One might wonder if he was watching and looking, or if he was taking a bath in mud this day. Wouldn't they?" Then turning to address his fang mate Vatkir spoke as he set down the little blue butterfly "Well did we see anything interesting?""Yes, did we see anything worth seeing?"

[Yeva]

She awoke at dawn, its light bright despite the heavy canopy of foliage, allowing spoors to cast their longest shadows. Armed with her kukri and dagger, Yeva began in a random direction, keeping track of her position in relation to camp by memorizing the changes of the scenery. The first sign was a pair of deep tracks, which hinted at the beast’s weight and size, but left much uncertainty considering the doughy texture of the earth. Nonetheless, she left her mind open to the possibilities and continued to look for clues that she knew would be there. Despite the subjective nature of tracking, the unreliability in inference, Yeva knew that without preconceived signs, they could be easily overlooked. Crouched, she had followed alongside the tracks to preserve them, careful not to leave any other signs of disturbance as she searched for patterns of broken twigs, gaping bushes and other signs, all while keeping an ear open to other presences and their warnings. The prints soon intersected with others, small and large, forcing the Myrian to switch her objective on multiple occasions. Unfortunately, those first promising hours soon dwindled to an embarrassing end, for she had completely lost the trail in reaching a conclusion too early. Though she did not intend to bring back game, Yeva was disappointed with her lack of experience and felt fortunate that none had witnessed her failure. When midday came, she decided to return to camp, for Syna’s overhead position had caused the shadows to retreat. If nothing were to happen until dusk, she would resume her goal, shutting up whoever cared to complain of her laziness with a dead deer or two. Despite the disappearance of Makutsi’s rains, the ground had yet to recover from the torrential downpour, resulting in an abundance of muddy trails. One of which, the young Myrian was now caught in. With slight irritation, she yanked the leather boot from its sinking prison and continued her way toward camp. As always, Yeva had been dodging her duties, wasting time exploring land unrelated to her mission since dawn. For days now, her Fang had been gawking at some shipwreck in hopes that a Charodae would be moronic enough to step on to their shores, as if they had not killed and eaten enough of their brethren to deter them from the option. Even so, here they were and here they have been, their eyes boring holes into the wooden sea mount until she swore she could see straight through to the cockpit. Seeing the return of a scout, Yeva realized a change in shifts, a golden opportunity to preoccupy herself with an utterly fascinating game of “staring down the ship during the day’s hottest hours”. Already in a testy mood with her fruitless search and the annoyances of Makutsi’s wake, the Myrian's tone was biting. “You look like as though a Charodae had their way with you.” She quipped plainly, only a raised eyebrow to indicate her humorous intent. His stumbling only pushed her preposterous assumptions further, her lips drawing a diminutive crescent. Noticing a movement in the corner of her eye, she turned cautiously, only to see the rambling Vatkir approach with his hands locked firmly. For a moment, she was keen for the warrior to reveal his find, but scolded herself upon seeing a worthless bug crawl from his fingers. Not bothering to waste any more time on the foolish Myrian, Yeva turned to face a frustrated Soghar. After he had given his report of the situation, her attention wandered elsewhere, eventually finding its way to her duties. Wordlessly, she began to leave the camp in the direction of the shore. Knowing there was no one to pin her responsibilities on, Yeva decided she might as well do what she came here to do.

[Soghar]

After having stumbled and dragged his numb body through the jungle towards camp, Soghar was greeted by his Fangmates, both of them acting like professional stand-up comedians in their manner of degrading him. Their mocking didn't seem to be meant in a completely insulting manner but rather friends "burning" eachother. Soghar knew this and while the job they were on was boring and their attempts to ensnare a Chaoda fruitless, the dispatched members of the Fang were not. Vatkir was as crazy as a coconut for sure, but so far he never posed a threat for anyone else. His manner of speech and acting all signaled that the man had severe problems in his psyche, yet for some reason he was dependable and coherent enough to be allowed to serve in a Fang. Soghar was looking forward to seeing for himself how the loon would react when there'd be a threat present. After his rhetoric questioning whether or not Soghar had taken a mudbad, Vatkir actually polled to see if there had happened anything noteworthy during Soghar's scouting session, which surprised Soghar considering his otherwise aloof behaviour. " Nah, nothing at all. The Chaodae must be feasting at a kelp and seaweed banquet or something. " Turning to a snippy Yeva, he snickered at her comment before retalliating. " Says alot about you if they'd rather have their way with me. " Noticing the state her footwear and legs were in, Soghar assumed she had been keeping herself busy with prowling through the jungle. What she did in her free time wasn't a concern of Soghar so he just grabbed some kindle, threw it on a heap and just started smacking the firestones together, his lousy attempts at creating a fire were fruitless but he kept trying relentlessly, cursing Ivak on every failed attempt until finally he succeeded. After which he just sat down on a broad log near the fire and tried to start a conversation. " What you got there man ? " Asking Vatkir who still had his hands clutched together.

[Vatkir]

Vatkir of the Crimson Hand Vatkir cackled as Soghar answered his question about the results of his scouting. "Well wouldn't that be nice! I love feasts and banquets, do you think they would invite us tomorrow?" "No of course they wouldn't, listen to us... They don't want to be a banquet do they? Doubtful, quite doubtful." The deranged Myrian continued arguing with himself quietly as Yeva began to act speak. However he burst into a fit of laughter when Soghar returned the insult to Yeva. And as she left the camp he called cheerfully after her "Be careful my dear, the Charoda seem to be quite passionate today!" Then turning to where he had left his prize, Vatkir once again scooped the little insect into his hands and then sat down watching Soghar fail time after time to start a fire. For the first time that day Vatkir was able to shut his mouth, and didn't chat the ears off his companion. After a seemingly endless amount of failed attempts the scout finally managed to spark a fire. He then proceeded to sit on a log near the fire, and asked Vatkir what he was holding onto with such glee. "A Butterfly!" said Vatkir happily as he opened his hands to show his fang mate.

[Yeva]

A brief, half-smile graced her lips as she headed toward the shore, having caught wind of Soghar’s retort. She appreciated the Myrian’s sense of wit, that much was clear, but Yeva was not so inclined in sharing that fact with others. At least, she would not verbally acknowledge it, but those she favoured would become obvious to any who were keen of eye. Vatkir however, she often found to be an annoyance, his foolish comments starting the two off at the wrong foot (in her mind), for she was not one to change her judgements of others so quickly despite the flighty nature of her thoughts. Still, even if she did not want to admit it, he was starting to grow on her, albeit like a creeping, often unwanted vine. Efficient as they were, the camp was situated not too far from the patrolled area, but at a distance adequately far from view, not that the diplomatic Charodae would even think of ambushing a Fang of Myrians. As she neared, Yeva crouched lower, growing increasingly close to the ground until her front settled on to the forest floor. She shuffled closer toward an already existing opening in the bushes, careful not to disturb other parts of her surroundings. To their clan, it was of utmost importance to remain as undetectable as possible, from hunting to gathering to scouting; their presence was not to be found. From youth, Yeva had prided herself in achieving just that, but now, in comparison to those of her Fang, she realized she was only of average skill level. It was not a major motivator in improving her abilities, but it did provide enough of an annoyance to give the occasional push. Yeva did not bother take hold of her kukri, for she relied on the peaceful nature of the Charodae, but her hand was placed over top in anticipation for the more violent creatures of the wilds. She kept her eye low, hiding the pale blue of her tattoo behind a tangle of leaves, as she watched. As expected, there was no movement aside from the ebb and flow of the waters. The young Myrian remained patient for a while longer, but she did not have much in her to remain for too long, and was about the give up when a slight glimmer caught her eye. It was the shine of smooth, rubbery skin. A slow grin surfaced, her exposed eye showing the slightest sign of desire. Perhaps it was her still empty stomach, or the excitement of the new, but Yeva was overwhelmed with the inclination to act. Impulsive as she was, the Myrian was still not entirely confident in her ability to kill a sentient being, biting back the appetite as she began to slink away, her eyes still focused on the prize. She did not bother staying any longer to verify that it was in fact a Charoda that she saw, for there were only so many of her wants she could control at a time, her mind clouded by drive. There was a moment where her haste had caused her knee to brush against a few dead leaves and twigs, causing the slightest crackle of noise, but her quick reaction in freezing and holding her position proved to deter whatever she saw from noticing her. Careful not to make the same mistake twice, Yeva slowed her movements down further as she continued to back away. Having made a bit more distance, the Myrian stood and began to jog toward camp, reaching the area within seconds. Her Fangmates were still conversing around the fire, but she paid their discussion no heed when she barged in, her steps slowing as she approached. “Kotakbils both of you. Follow if you want a taste of Charoda.”

oocSorry for the lateness! Life got busy, but I finally had the chance to catch up on my replies today.

[Soghar]

It didn't take the butterfly long to take advantage of the opportune moment to escape the clutches of the rather eccentric Myrian, the airborne sapphire insect flew away but not before circling Vatkir's head. Soghar noticed the peculiar friendly attitude of the butterfly even after being, temporarily, robbed of its freedom. Thinking it could be because of Vatkir's persona being more in tune with his feral, instinctive side...which caused animals to appreciate him more than other humans. Soghar had no idea if his theory was right or not, but he found the hypothesis rather plausible. "And there he goes, will the mighty Vatkir recapture this savage beast or won't heeeeee ..." Just as he finished the narration of the savage battle between man and beast, he heard a rustling from his rightside. Losing every aspect of his laid-back attitude, Soghar pushed himself off from the log and turned to face the unknown intruder of their camp. Without wasting time on wondering what it could be or if it was hostile or not, Soghar had drawn his Charodabone-hilted dagger and instantly felt an emotion rush through him. It was faint but the misplaced feeling was more present than normal considering he would normally not feel this way. Soghar felt frightened, anxious and tense. He didn't know why since he was not one to frighten easily nor tense up during a battle of any kind. But no matter what he usually was, right now he wasn't like that. He could feel the pain of his cracked knuckle grow as the grip on the dagger's hilt tightened. " What the shyke is going on... " He mumbled to himself as his eyes glanced around the area where the noise came from. There it was again, the noise of branches breaking and leaves rustled, something was out there. Then the beast attacked, or rather...appeared casually and playfully from between the dense foilage. The petching beast that managed to strike fear in Soghar's heart was a Savage Beast : Soghar was ashamed, insulted and pissed off...And the poor monkey had to dodge an open-palmed strike from Soghar, which caused it to climb onto higher branches and further annoyed Soghar by seemingly ridiculing him with his monkeybehaviour. Ignoring the monkey he turned to Vatkir. " What the hell is wrong with me...I felt frightened for no real reason... Shyke! " Soghar wanted to further explain the odd sensation he had felt earlier when another noise could be heard, this time closing in on them at a rather fast pace. Soghar readied himself once more with his dagger placed horizontal in front of him, this time fighting the heightened sensation of being freightened of the unknown "danger". He managed to stay focused and was ready to take on whatever was coming, with a rather brutal killing-intent to take revenge on the shaming event involving that monkey. When he saw Yeva coming from between branches surrounding the camp, he lowered his guard and dagger. When she told them there was Charodae on their turf, he quickly grabbed his Bollas and said: " Charoda are fast, both on-land and in-water, try to rush them off-guard and cripple them before they can run away. You two attack first in melee and I'll try snare one from a distance with these before joining you two. " He said to Yeva and Vatkir, before lifting the 3-balls Bollas to indicate he'd use that ranged weapon. " Lets go? "