Visions [Solo]

[Sheika]

Day 17 of Summer, AV 511 It happened, again. Sheika was surprised, but not shocked, not wracked with fear, not manipulated by the cowardice that once torqued his body is its vicious coils in a situation like this. Except, he was only in a similar situation, not identical. If it was identical, he would have been considered a prophet, predicting everything that occured, and that simply was not the case. Dhani, oh how he hated Dhani. Sheika had been struggling with his many wars in this jungle, wars that most Myrians never experienced. A war with himself. He had become dependent on his mother, her headpiece that awoke latent powers, fighting prowess, and clear thinking from deep down inside him, but not he thought that his mother's likeness was starting to take him over. It was like Spiritism in a way, using a ghost to learn about a ghost, yet the ghost could also use you if you opened up too much to it. Sheika must have been mad. He was staring down a Dhani, perhaps only a Viper, but still a Dhani. Sheika had managed to trail her for a few miles until she decided to shift into her human form, which, Sheika knew, meant she was a bit more vulnerable. A slip of the foot later, and the two of them were completely aware of each other, naked Dhani Woman, and next-to-naked Myrian weilding a knife. The two of them fought for what felt like hours for Sheika, yet it was only about two minutes. Sheika was wild with rage, not at the Dhani herself, but at his mother, at Myri, and he couldn't understand why. Now wasn't the time to figure this out. It was only the time to fight for his life, and her death. But she was swift, agile, balanced. Every wild swing of the blade or stab with the knife missed by half a mile as she danced, teasing with her new friend with a song of hissing and taunting giggles. Sheika felt like he could have done this all day, and that lasted until she began to fight back. A swift kick to knock him down, a swift claw to his face with her nails, which was more of an insult than true injury. Then it got violent. A blow to the head with a stone in hand and Sheika was stumbling to the ground, breathing heavily as his dagger went tumbling from his grasp. He was dazed, and only maaged to look up from his kneeling position before he was struck again by that solid stone. And again. And again. Sheika lost count when he lost consciousness. Surely now, he was a goner. Sleep was forced upon him, there was nothing stopping the Dhani now from finishing him off and doing whatever she wanted, which meant he was most likely to be supper. It sucked, to twice be killed by a snake woman. It seemed he was destined for this fate.

[Sheika]

Except, Sheika wasn't dead. Not this time at least. It seemed his experiences with the Dhani women of these lands were more often involving his death than theirs, yet every time he saw it, they seemed to be nothing more than false visions. For that, he was thankful, though it still bothered him that he saw his death so often. Even now, as the Myrian Shaman (as he still considered himself, despite being no better than a novice in his abilities) lifted his blurry gaze to the face that hovered only a foot above his own. She spoke gently, though her hand was repeatedly slapping him across the cheek, a primitive method to rousing the male from his sleep. "Grah, huh? Where am I bitten?" Sheika blurted out as his eyes shot open, it took him several seconds to realize a Fang of Taloba had saved his life. His head, still resting on the moist earth, rolled left and right to see who was about, at least two Myrians were there, probably more nearby. Myri be thanked, his people did care about him, at least enough to not let some Dhani feed on him. "Idiot. Chasing snaked alone. Stupid. Get up, she fled from us." Sheika slowly pushed himself off the ground. His head was throbbing, and that crown that was once his mother was cracked, more than usual. The maledicted headgear would not last much longer. It was old, wearing down, and he was so unskilled when he made it. Perhaps one or two battles more would be successful because of his mother's help, but he could not rely on her forever, he now realized. "Let the snake bitch go. She's fast and-." The Myrian that had prodded him from his sleep did not take too kindly to his words, be it because of his words in the form of a command, or because he preferred to let the Dhani live just so he could rest (or both). She reared back and threw a punch. Sharp bony knuckled reached outwards and cracked Sheika right in the jaw. The fist hurt so bad that he stumbled, his body rocked backwards and he grabbed for the nearest tree he could to steady himself, which happened to be a bush, which happened to engulf him in it's prickly stems. He rolled out of the bush unharmed, but the jaw still ached with such a pain that he couldn't recall feeling since his mother was alive. "Coward. My son fears less than you, Shaman." The Myrian woman growled as she reached down, grabbing Sheika by the arm and dragging him to his feet. "We go to find this Dhani woman. You are going to kill her. Come, we are wasting time. Jyuk and Saick are tracking her now." Sheika groaned as his hands gently cradled his jaw. His entire head ached, first from the rock the Dhani bashed his head with, and now that wicked punch from his new Myrian acquaintance. He felt groggy, still, he had no choice in this matter. He should have known better than to speak. In his current state, he was lucky, he knew this. Yet, he still preferred to go home and rest, to recover from possible brain damage and skull fractures. The woman spoke again, or more so hissed, she didn't seem pleased with Sheika's responses thus far. "Unless you'd prefer to run yourself. Try it, Shaman, and see what happens next. Now, go." She gave Sheika a fierce shove in the direction of the Dhani's escape. Already there were two Myrians chasing her down, and two more with Sheika. A team of five should easily be able to take her down, though Sheika still felt anxious. She seemed very skilled, strong and quick. Well, Sheika had no choice it seemed. He would fight this Dhani again, at least now he had allies. A Dhani, he was convinced, was never a match for a Fang of Myrians.