A Glimpse
67th of Fall, 511 A.V.
67th of Fall, 511 A.V.
She still felt like a child when she left the military barracks on a day of leave. Careful steps would bring the tall half breed down a secluded dirt path ensconced by ferns and cover, here she would stoop, finding a brackish puddle or simply dirt, scooping it into her hands and rubbing it upon her skin, focusing on her arms, shoulders and neck, though she left her Phylonura mark largely untouched, if one could glance and identify it, so much the better for the chances of them bothering her. She was a bit less careful with her legs, back and front, and then finally would use two fingertips to streak more mud or dirt beneath her eyes.
She would appear as if she had just walked out of the jungle, but better this than the stares her reflective scales caught glinting in the sunlight. At first glance it could be taken for a sheen of sweat, but in the crowded throngs of the center of the city, jostling and close to one's neighbors...
The half breed rubbed any excess grime off her hands and set off into the city, daggers lining her belt, pack in place and bow and quiver lying beneath it upon her back. She didn't have a particular aim this day, only to stretch her legs and avoid as many disgusted stares as possible, since she had plenty of that when on duty.
She did not move into the more crowded roads immediately, preferring to test out her skills on the strange winding paths, fashioned by thousands of feet and paws. She crept along as quietly as possible, a task much easier in the city than int he depths of the jungle, but one that did prove difficult when encountering other Myrians. She had always liked to play this game from a young age, a fun thing to concentrate on, keeping the mind from wandering down other avenues. She skirted the edge of one clan's longhouses, stopping in her tracks when she heard two boys snickering with each other. A furtive glance of her head revealed them to be around the next corner of the building she was edging around. Smirking, Tinnok bent and found a medium sized, worn stone, hefting it in her hand and took a couple of steps, weight focused into the balls of her feet forward, body crouched.
Peeking around she let the rock fly over the boys' heads, bouncing and clacking noisily against a few stone benches located in the midst of the houses.
Their heads snapped too like frightened Agouti, and Tinnok grinned as she bounded by, dashing past them to the safety of the next longhouse, her pace slowing to a confident jaunt as the path wound away from the clans houses and through a collection of large fruit bearing trees. So pleased with herself the half breed was staring happily up at a few immature plants high up in the canopy and did not in anyway see the being she slammed into as she turned a corner.
"Ach, S-sorry." She stammered, assessing the being she had so rudely jostled.
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