Time Stamp: 15th of Fall, 508AV Location: The Unforgiving Who: Turrin of the Twisted Vine The cold wind brought change to the land in ways the young Myrian was still getting used too. In Falyndar the leaves never changed color like here in the Unforgiving because in Falyndar there was only one season, hot. The Unforgiving was much different than his old jungle home since everywhere a person looked they were surrounded by mountains and valleys with no possible way to travel other than to fly. If the attitude or the lack of air didn't kill the strongest warrior, the elements and the beasts of the Unforgiving would do their best to shorten your life on Mizahar. His father had a saying that the world of Mizahar would kill the weak and destroy the stupid, and Turrin of the Twisted Vine kept that in mind every time, he went out into the uncivilized lands of his world. Feeling a cool breeze on his cheek, Turrin of the Twisted Vine pulled up his hood on his katinu and continued walking through the browning underbrush. He had a bad feeling it will start to rain or snow, but he knew that he needed to continue through the forest in search of food otherwise he wouldn't feel right to share a meal with his peers since he couldn't contribute to the rest of the community. Inarta were similar to Myrians in many ways since they both don't tolerate laziness and everyone had to contribute for the good of the community. In Turrin mind, it was a good way to live because a person in both societies don't take life fore granted. Turrin always believed life was not a right since it was something a person must strive to protect against all else if they don't, Dira had every right to take them out of the world for the good of everyone else. Turrin respected the harmony between Dira and Kihala since the goddesses played a big part in both his people lives. The hunter continued his journey through the changing forest as he continued to look up at the different color trees. As he came to a stream, he noticed a oval shaped set of tracks by the shore of the stream leading to the stream. Turrin walked to the edge of the stream and noticed the oval tracks were still submerged in the creek bed by the shore. He figured by the moderate current of the water in the stream that the beast must of recently walked through the water to the other side. He looked over at the other shore and noticed the shoreline was a start of a pine forest and a thick thicket on the other side. As he eyed the other shoreline, he noticed a patch of broken branches in the shrub about fifteen feet away from him down stream. Standing up, Turrin walked down stream and noticed three large rocks in the middle of stream about three feet away from one another and wide enough a part to get across without getting wet. Feeling a strong breeze whip through his hair into his face, the half breed bit his bottom lip and wondered if he could get without falling into the stream. He knew with the cold weather coming and getting wet could cause problems for his survival if he fallen into the water. Turrin said plainly to himself , “I am a warrior of Myri. I won't be killed by a cold breeze or water.” The warrior tightened the straps on his backpack and quiver, secured his bow into his quiver, and walked to the shoreline closest to the first rock. The warrior walked back about five feet and turned around to look at his first obstacle. He bent his knees slight as he sprinted towards the first rock when he ran out of land, he jumped over the water towards the first rock. When he landed, he was able to stop himself, but he started to lean forward towards the cold water. Turrin stuck out his arms to equalize his balance. The half Inarta wobbled a little bit, but he didn't managed to stay on the rock. Looking at the next rock, he noticed the rock was much smaller than the first, so he would have to judge the distance carefully before taking the leap. Turrin bent his knees and started to swing his arms to help him get the momentum. When he was comfortable enough to make the jump, he grunted as he sprung from his rock towards the next rock. The jump was straight enough, but he veered to his right slight and right foot landed in the ankle deep water, but his left foot was on the rock. He started to feel the water leaking through the holes of the lacing in his boot, so he lifted his boot out of the water as quickly as he could and knelt on the stone to plan his next move. *** Soaring in the sky, Aponivi watched the land in search of prey. He had been tracking a deer for sometime, but every time, he was ready to swoop down on it. The crafty deer disappeared under the canopy. It was frustrating for the four year old wind eagle, and it would be easier if he just bonded with human, so he could send his rider out to catch the beat, but the Inarta yasi lately were snot noised little brats who care more about the status and rewards of being a Endal to care about the responsibilities and duties that come with being a Eagle Rider. He constantly chastised his other eagle brethren for not keeping their riders behavior in line, but iit mostly fell on deaf ears. It was frustrating to say the least, but Aponivi was a patient bird with a strong since of justice, honor, and integrity. He wanted to his future rider to be a example of how Endals should be instead of the entitled egomaniacs of today Endals. However, Aponivi needed a rider with strength to do it, but he hasn't met one yet. Looking down towards the ground, he noticed a young human struggling to get over the river. He was doing fine at first, but he seemed to be struggling on the second rock. The wind eagle started to circle the area and noticed the deer grazing in a glad not to far from the young man, and he was curious if the burgundy haired human was stalking the deer too. Suddenly, he notice a young red hair child walking in the direction of deer too. He could tell the girl was just a chick maybe ten years old, but she wasn't hunting at all. No the girl was just strolling aimlessly through the forest without a care in the world. Aponivi decided to watch the scene unfold between the two, so he flew towards the nearest cliff and watched the valley patiently. |