Call of the Wild (Johanne)

A hunting expedition gone awry

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Call of the Wild (Johanne)

Postby Lyall Gaius on April 22nd, 2013, 4:27 am

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The wilderness surrounding Lhavit was thick and teeming with life. Recent rainfall brought on by the Spring weather had left dew drops behind, turning the forest into a maze of budding flowers and glistening rainbows. The mountain air was fresh, and just what Lyall had needed to feel rushing through his lungs. Lhavit was an inspiring city with its starry structures and majestic temples, but he had missed the simple, powerful beauty that nature wielded; It was unparalleled.

The tiger slipped easily between the trees, looking somewhat out of place with his shock of orange fur, and the dull brown pack locked between his formidable jaws. He'd run out of food a few days back, and the dull ache in the pit of his stomach served as an irritating reminder that he shouldn't have waited so long to go hunting.

He dropped his pack carelessly against the base of a tree, and slunk into the cover of the bushes, waiting for some unsuspecting prey to pass him by. He wasn't particularly fond of hunting birds, it had always seemed like to much energy to exert on something with so little meat stretched across its hollow bones. His nose wrinkled in distaste at the thought. He was craving something more satisfying.

Fortunately enough, it wasn't long before the sound of a large mammal trampling through the underbrush made itself known. Lyall's eyes lit up, and he slunk from the cover of his hiding spot, steadily closing the gap between himself and his prey. As he grew closer, he caught sight of a young elk grazing steadily on the vegetation. It had long, slender limbs covered in a thick brown coat. On the top of its head, were two small nubs where its antlers had begun to grow in once again.

Pleasantly surprised, Lyall made sure to remain hidden, tensing his muscles beneath him, and reveling in the untapped power he felt there. In one fluid motion, he sprung forwards, a streak of orange against the backdrop of trees. It didn't take long for the elk to catch wind of him and bolt, but it was too late. In one final burst of energy, Lyall leapt onto the animals side, dragging it down with his own immense weight, while simultaneously locating its' throat, and clamping down on the prominent jugular vein with a vice like bite.

The struggle couldn't have lasted long from there, but it felt like hours to Lyall, as each of the elks failed attempts to stand resulted in a powerful thrashing for him, and the taste of the blood flooding his mouth and staining his face intoxicated him, bringing his hunger to the front of his mind where it could no longer be ignored.

When it was over, and the elks heart quit on it in one final sputtering pulse, Lyall felt dazed. Despite the intense urge to drag the carcass somewhere more secluded, he rolled away from it, shifting in the process. His hands instantly found their way to his side, where his ribs had taken a beating. A very animalistic hiss escaped from between clenched teeth as his hands made contact with the injured area. He knew he should move, the scent of fresh blood combined with all of the noise the elk had produced in its final moments, was bound to attract other predators, but everything hurt so badly.
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Postby Johanne on June 2nd, 2013, 12:10 am

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OOCOh my word I am so so so sorry this took me so long, I feel terrible. A thousand apologies. Also, I love your boxcode.

Sometimes it was good to get away. Johanne's feet ached with a need to go wandering, to see new things, to find new places, to hear new stories (and, it was unsaid, unthought, but to find Joseph). It was why she had left Denval in the first place: the small town, the military town, too scared to expand, too cautious because of an event that happened so many years ago. But then, she had settled. That had never been what she intended to do. She never wanted to settle down and stay in the city. No, she had been called by the outside world, and soon she would go see it. But not yet, not yet.

And so, instead, with the afternoon sun pouring through the trees, Johanne walked through the Misty Peaks. The guards at the gate had watched her carefully, offered their assistance, but she had refused. It was only now, once actually in the undergrowth of the trees, that she wished she had followed up on their offer. She stumbled over roots and undergrowth. Tree branches whacked her in the face and sides. The wilderness was not a place for the unaccompanied. She turned to go back to the path, dismayed with her failed attempt at exploration.

Only to find that it was no longer there.

On all sides, trees and brush surrounded her, the leaves thick in every direction, preventing her from seeing more than a few metres in front of her. Her heart beating, she began to run (an utterly foolish idea), pushing aside branches, trying to find the path. But no matter how fast she ran, which twisting turns she took, she could not find the path. She was lost. She ran all the faster.

And burst out into a grove with a dead elk and a very naked man. He was handsome, muscled, about her age, and completely scarred. He wasn't bleeding - that was simply from the elk - but he was clutching his ribs and wincing. "Oh my Gods," she gasped, panting and rushing forward, kneeling beside the man. "Are you hurt? What happened? Let me help you up!" She held out her arms for him to take a hold of, and he would see, like him, her hands were scarred though, though scarred with self-inflicted art. Her chest heaved and her hair was wild, but her eyes were sincere. She was so flustered that she forgot to be embarrassed at his nakedness.

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Postby Lyall Gaius on June 6th, 2013, 10:49 pm

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OOCThank you, I really like your box code too. Also, the wait was no problem, I was busy with finals until a week ago.

Lyall was in the process of rolling around in pain -which was not his proudest moment- when a strange girl burst into the clearing, out of breath and wild eyed. He was almost certain that, had he been in his feline form, he would have found her scent masked beneath the heady aroma of fear. Her eyes landed on him suddenly, and for a moment they were assessing, before clouding over with a concern that, despite his suspicions, seemed genuine.

As she rushed towards him, he found himself recoiling, taken aback by her sudden nearness. Still, she continued speaking in rushed, panicked words that he struggled to make out through the ringing in his ears. The stranger held out her hands to him, in an offer to help no doubt, and it was there that he noticed the scars covering her skin. Only, these weren't the scars of battle that marred his own body, these were careful patterns that had been painstakingly carved into her hands and arms. They were art.

Curious as ever, he released his side, and his hands shot up towards her own, wrapping tightly around her forearm and pulling it closer as he inspected the designs. They were delicate and subtle, faintly paler than the rest of her skin, and wrapping around her hands. He glanced up, his eyes traveling to her face. It was flushed from exertion, with pretty eyes, and long brown hair, disheveled by the wind.

"I don't think standing up is a good idea right now..." He began, finally responding to her questions. As he spoke, he released her hand from his grip, realizing that he'd stained her arm in the blood that coated his hands. "I'm sorry." He frowned, lips pursed tightly. He wondered what a lovely human girl was doing deep in the forest of the Misty Peaks with neither a weapon, or an escort. She didn't look like she could put up a very good fight either, she was so willowy and breakable, with a face that made it hard to believe she would harm anything.

"Why are you here?" He phrased the question as well as he could, though he feared the words came out a bit forced. He needed more practice in the human world for certain.
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Postby Johanne on June 8th, 2013, 7:13 pm

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The naked man recoiled from Johanne, as harried and desperate as she was, the adrenalin still rushing through her from having been lost. It was only then, her face flushed and her hair wild, that she realised just what it meant that the man was naked: blushing, she began staring at his face very intently, refusing to look down and see the form that lay below her.

But then his hands flashed out, grasping her forearms as quick as a tiger. Johanne gasped, her neck flaming with self-consciousness, as she realised what it was the man was looking at. The artwork on her skin was in perfect view in the sunlight, the scars raised and rigid upon her skin, some faded, some not, but all her skin etched upon like one would sketch on paper with ink. She waited for the diatribe of disapproval and shock, of unwanted sympathy and assumptions, but they did not come. Instead, the man with the strangely shaped emerald eyes released her hand, leaving her skin stained with elk blood, strangely beautiful to Johanne in its primalness.

"Oh, of course..." she blushed, realising the foolishness of her statement. "What hurts? Is there anything I can do?" If he had been bleeding, she would have ripped a piece of cloth from her dress and cleaned the wound as well as she could. That was perhaps the only thing she knew about medicine and healing: that, and rest was all she could offer someone. Her gaze drifted to the elk, his neck snapped and wounds scattered over his frame. What ferocious beast had done this? A shiver went down her spine, thinking of the dangerous creatures that could be lurking in the shadows. "What did this? Did it get you, too?" Again, she cursed her lack of ability. All she could do was ask question after question, frazzled and afraid.

Johanne was torn from her self-deprecation by the stiff, formal words of the man before her. "I didn't mean to be here," she mumbled, blushing, as though he were a teacher once again berating her. "I ... well, I got lost. I don't often come out here and I lost sight of the path." Johanne sighed, shrugging her shoulders, before turning her attention once more to the man and his pain. If there was anything she could do for him, she would.

OOCSorry if this is a little bland. I hope I gave you enough to respond to.

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Postby Lyall Gaius on June 8th, 2013, 9:31 pm

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OOCI didn't think it was bland! You're an amazing writer. If anything I feel bad making you put up with my replies! You're on a completely different and superior level of writing than I am! *awed*

As he spoke, the girl seemed to draw in on herself, the panic in her voice melting away to the soft mutterings of a scolded child. Lyall lifted his head, meeting her warm brown eyes with his own, curious as to why she stared at his face so unwaveringly. A few moments of this passed before Lyall remembered to be self conscious, though more for her sake than for his.

"I- Um.. My clothes are somewhere in-" he thought for a moment before gesturing to his left, "that direction." He explained, forcing an embarrassed smile as a soft red hue tinted his cheeks. "I'll help you find your way back once I can breath again. That is if you don't mind my being naked until I can find my pack..." He ran a bloodied hand through his hair sheepishly, inadvertently matting the brown locks together.

As a new string of questions flew from her mouth, Lyall was left feeling doubtful. His eyebrows pinched together as he studied her intently. "You really don't know what happened here... do you?" he had seen her gaze land on the mutilated elk carcass as she worried over him, but he had thought that the blood staining his lips and hands crimson had betrayed him. It was only now that he realized what conclusion she must have drawn. A savage animal had attacked, certainly, but she seemed rather clueless as to where that animal currently was.

"What do you think did this again?" He asked suddenly, attempting to mask his uncertainty. He was torn. He was beginning to wish he simply hadn't questioned her initial thought. It would be so easy to let her believe what she wanted to. There would be no fear or misunderstanding, and there was far less chance that she'd be sent running deeper into the forest.
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Postby Johanne on June 9th, 2013, 6:13 pm

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Johanne blushed in response to the naked man's, their cheeks a rosy red. If this would continue any longer, Johanne's cheeks would surely stain red forever. Looking in the direction the man pointed in, to the edge of the clearing where trees and vines matted and twirled together endlessly, she tried to make out anything that might resemble a pack on the ground, but could not see anything.

"Mind? No, no, I don't mind," Johanne said, before backtracking, realising exactly what that sounded like. "I mean, not that I'll be ogling you, or making you uncomfortable... just that I understand and that it's not so bad really... well that's not what I meant either, but," and she ended with a sigh, shaking her head at herself. It was just embarrassing, really. "I can try and find the pack for you," she offered, her tone much changed from the rambling mess before. Rather, resigned and self-deprecating. She tried not to look at the blood that coagulated around his strands of hair, dripping down his face. It seemed he did not mind the blood at all.

Focusing on his strange emerald eyes, Johanne's eyebrows furrowed, confused as to the strange smorgasbord of information that was splayed out in front of her. Without intimate knowledge of the man's true nature, how could Johanne know what had happened here? "No?" she said, phrasing it as a question, as if perhaps he might scold her should she be wrong. She looked around the clearing again, looking for telltale rustles in the leaves, dangerous animals lurking in the shadows, but again saw nothing.

Avoiding looking at the elk, too squeamish to handle the blood and guts that spilled from its wounds, Johanne sat and thought. It was strange that he should ask her what she thought happened here, rather than simply telling her, but the man was injured and she would indulge him. "Well... Perhaps something came into the clearing while you were tracking the elk. Something big, knocking you over and killing the elk, perhaps a tiger, or a wolf. I don't know what we would find in these woods. Though it is strange that the beast did not drag off its kill... and not maim you further. Did you kill the beast, perhaps?" Johanne looked at the man carefully, looking at his ribs (but avoiding further down), trying to see the nature of his injury. "Why? What really happened?"

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Postby Lyall Gaius on June 10th, 2013, 7:23 am

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The girl stammered and spluttered through her reply, the bloom of red in her cheeks steadily spreading across the entirety of her face. Following his explanation, her gentle brown eyes dared to leave his face, instead exploring the lush, impermeable layers of the forest. Seeming to realize that her embarrassment did nothing to help the growingly awkward situation they found themselves in, she resignedly offered her assistance in locating his pack.

"I think you might get lost again, I’d worry.” Lyall confessed, though his voice had a teasing edge to it. “It won’t take me long to find it though, so if you’re going to ogle, you’d better start now.” Despite his efforts to prevent it, his lips twitched up at the corners; the lopsided grin of a devious child. “That really just… slipped out.” He made an effort to explain, eyes downcast as he felt the blood rise to his face.

Lyall realized he'd probably just mortified a girl who'd, despite the questionable scene before her, had gone out of her way to help a stranger. He couldn't help but feel twinge of guilt about it, and he did his best to appear apologetic. When she'd spoken, she seemed genuinely puzzled as to why she should know what had happened. He supposed a part of him had expected that she would put two and two together, and now that she hadn't, he found himself wanting to tell her. After all, it would make things so much easier for them both if he could simply shift, as opposed to wandering through the tangle of wilderness before him in search of clothes.

Biting his bottom lip fiercely, he turned his gaze intently to her face, soft and gentle, and harmless. A conflicted look contorted his features, “It really isn’t that strange, all things considered, so… I'll tell you the truth.” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck wearily, “I- I killed the elk. I’m a Kelvic. I think it bruised my ribs when it was thrashing around, but-” he gestured to his face and torso; stained a deep shade of crimson, "Is mine."

He’d never liked admitting what he was. His ability to pass for human was one of his best methods of defense, and though he doubted she had anything to do with slavers, that irrational fear always seemed to linger in his mind. “At least I’m not a nudist hunter… I think that would have been worse.” he added, hoping to lessen any tension there might be.
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