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[Pavi Lake] Hunter, Hunted (Ferrin)

Postby Morrigan on July 15th, 2016, 3:11 pm

30th of Summer, 516 AV

Glassy waters rippled in the daylight, disrupted by a skipping stone that bounced across its crystal surface. Morrigan plucked another smooth rock from her hand, squared up, and flicked. It twisted and danced across the water, hopping four times before disappearing into the deep. She'd arrived not even a bell ago, having left the city just at the cusp of sunrise. It was nearing late morning now, and the sun burned hot above the mountain ridges. The humidity already made her shirt stick to her back, and insects hummed loudly in the trees.

Myles lazed by the bank, soaking coat drying in the light. He'd already enjoyed several swims in the cool mountain lake, chasing the silver shimmer of fish darting along the shore. Her gear was tucked under a tree at the edge of the clearing, ready to be made into camp, but she wanted to enjoy the morning while she could. Across the water a crane stood knee-deep, waiting for prey. She skipped another stone, watching the graceful bird spear a small fish with its long beak.

When her ammunition was depleted, Morrigan dropped to the grass and lay back to look at the sky. Her hound's face soon blotted out the sun, and a warm tongue attacked her. She screamed with delight and pushed the soaking, stinking animal away, but he smothered her with his weight. Spitting fur out of her mouth and wiping wet dog off her cheeks, she rolled onto her side as Myles stretched back out beside her, satisfied by his victory. In the warmth of the sun, cushioned by the soft shore, they both began to doze.

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Morrigan awoke to a long, low whine. Slightly groggy she looked at the sky. They'd slept for about a bell. Shyke. She quickly climbed to her feet, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and plucking grass from her clothes. Another whine, louder this time. The huntress looked at the hound, who gazed back at the trees, head low, ears up, and hackles bristled. She felt the hair on her own neck stand at attention, and looked at where her bow lay with the rest of her things. A knife was strapped to her hip, but nothing more.

Slowly, she began to walk toward her gear. Myles was close at heel, eyeing the shadows dancing under the branches. A stick snapped under what sounded like heavy boots, and she began to run. Just as she reached her things and pale fingers wrapped around the body of her bow, strong arms closed down on her arms, crushing them to her side. The weapon fell uselessly from her grasp, and she was drug away, back toward the water.

Morrigan's heart bounded and she struggled, unthinking and acting on instinct. Legs kicked violently, but no use. Instead, she jerked her head back and felt it connect with flesh and bone, even heard a dull crunch. The arms released her and her captor shouting in shocked pain. She darted back toward her weapons, but made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder. Two more men, already there. They each grabbed an arm and threw her down, holding her to the dirt.

Tears burned her face and she struggled wildly, flailing her legs and trying to bite their hands. A sharp slap across the cheek snapped her head around and sent her reeling.

"No funny business girly," one of them barked.

"Stay nice and still and we won't cut you up, y'hear?"

She would later hate herself for it, but a whimper escaped her. It was a pitiful sound, a sound of weakness. They smiled though, and one brushed the hair out of her face. Morrigan shrunk away, and he slapped her again, harder this time. She started to cry. The first one, now nursing a broken nose came around to her feet, a little bloody and bruised.

"Hold her still," he snapped. "I don't like it when they fight." He began unlacing the front of his dirty trousers.

"Aw c'mon, you had the last one first. It's my turn"

"Shut up! The bitch has it comin'."

In the distance, Morrigan thought she heard Myles barking, but it sounded far away and muffled by the trees.
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[Pavi Lake] Hunter, Hunted (Ferrin)

Postby Ferrin Al'Mandrikan on July 16th, 2016, 5:26 pm

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The Streets of Syliras-patrolling.

"Hey, Ferrin." It was one of the Squires. Ferrin was taking part of a late morning patrol. It was humid. Not too sticky, but enough to bother Ferrin at least. The patrol consisted of two squires. Ferrin, and Lily. She was a spiritual young one who always had a way for optimism. "Yeah?" Responded Ferrin as both their feet continued to pace the streets.

To many people were passing by at once. Most of them had done their best effort to avoid bumping into the squires who were patrolling, but a lot of them were just to busy to take any note on their surroundings. Lilly didn't face Ferrin, she watched the street ahead of her. "What's been going on in the Bronze Woods lately. I've been hearing rumors about more bandits and the like roaming about them. Why are there more?" Asked the she squire formally. As if she were a Knight almost. But, she didn't demand.

Voices passed by the two. Chatting about the Undeniable Interests. A place of which to purchase random goods or other things that might be, well interesting to the eye. Ferrin bothered not to eavesdrop. Though, the small group was coming through from the other way, anyways. "I don't know. Maybe because of the season. Since it's warmer out. More and more people find their way to Syliras? Who knows, really." Stated Ferrin bluntly as they've turned around a corner of a residential street.

"Hmm. It's odd. Really. I don't understand why it is." She asked to no one in particular. Ferrin just nodded. They could see the Gates now as they were heading out for the Bronze Woods. Ferrin had his shortened broadsword with him, and his heater shield. The shield was light, and slightly short, but it still held enough weight to it to make it feel heavier than it looks.

He was draped with the metal armor that clicked as he walked when he wore the boots, which he was wearing at the moment. But, he was also wearing his clothing underneath. It was what made him feel comfortable.

They've reached the Gates in less than a bell, almost totaling to it in a sense, and they've waved passed their fellow guards and headed their way down the Kabrin. A man with a wagon was being escorted into the city by a group of several Knights. Ferrin looked past them and thought that was strange. This city is getting more peculiar by the season.

As the two squires continued to patrol the road. The scenery around them was still and quiet. It felt as if time had stopped and nothing was going on. Ferrin felt his insides twist with fear creeping up through his spine. It felt creepy. Even with it being in the morning and everything. It was still, just creepy.

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There was barking. A dog? It didn't make sense, was something going on? Ferrin looked up, he peered through the open crevices that was left by the leaves from high up above. Ferrin couldn't determine the time of day. He was unsure of how long it's been. Then Lilly spoke, "you hear that?" She asked as she stopped and looked at Ferrin with a raised brow. Ferrin nodded, he wasn't going crazy. Good. The last thing he needs is to be hearing and seeing stuff. But, the barking sounded vicious. "Someone might be in trouble." Responded Ferrin with alertness. Or it could be a trap.

The two squires started to rush their way over to the sound as it carried through the thicket of the trees. They've cut through the Kabrin and hurried past a clearing avoiding any other distraction that was positioned in their ways. There a dog, coming right for them. It pounced at Ferrin knocking him off his feet. "Whoah there." The dog wasn't biting St him or anything, just whimpering and yapping trying to catch the man's attention. Ferrin picked himself up. "What's wrong... Boy?" Assumed Ferrin. He didn't bother to check the bottom region of the dog to know what it was.

"Someone must be in trouble..." Lilly exclaimed. She had her katana out. Ready for battle. Ferrin sighed. "Yes, but we won't know for sure. C'mon boy..." Said Ferrin with a cordial manner. He watched the dog wander off, back where he came from. Ferrin stopped and looked back at Lilly. "Well, you coming?" She followed. Ferrin unsheathed his blade and they've followed the dog.

Sure enough, they've discovered a clearing near the Cobalt Mountains. Ferrin and Lilly both got down behind some large underbrush. Tents were set up and everything. There were a few of them. Bandits. They were wandering about some of them and a cam fire set up poorly just close to them. A flap was open, and it contained nothing but a bedroll and other belongings that were inside. Ferrin assumed that's where they keep their supplies, or what they salvage.

"I know some magic that can help with this situation..." Lilly whispered to Ferrin as the dog came and layed beside them. It was tamed. The dog must be looking for someone here as well. "What?" Asjed Ferrin awestrucked to learn that she does. "Yes. That's why I don't have a shield. Now, watch." Lilly sheathed her blade and stuck out both her hands. She was focusing on something that Ferrin didn't understand. Was it really magic. Then, the fire blew out. The air suddenly grew slightly faster in pace. Leaves around them shook, but lightly.

One of the bandits over by the camp fire hurried over and inspected it. Lilly dropped her hands and bent down again. Kneeling. "See." She smirked. Ferrin nodded and sighed. "How are we supposed to get them all in one place?" He asked her. "Distractions." She replied with a shrug she leveled her head up and focused on the bandits once more, watching them carefully. As they didn't see them yet, even the dog. Then the bandits started chatting to each other.

"We haven't heard any more yappung from that petching' dog no more." Scoffed one of them. The other chuckled. "Yea, you seen' ter look on that girls face?" Boasted the man. "Yes, she was a wreck I tell ya. Who knows what's going on in that tent over there." Pointed one as he looked over. Ferrin followed the finger. Good. At least they know something. Ferrin looked back over at Lilly. "I'll whistle them over here. And they'll come searching. We strike. Muffle their moths to diminish their screams." Said Ferrin. "Ready?" Asked Ferrin. Lilly nodded.

Ferrin whistled a long slow whistle that could be heard through the clearing. He almost mimicked a bird in any sense, but the bandits knew more than just a birds whistle. "That ain't no birdy." Croaked one of them. "Let's go and see, eh? That lil' girl has it coming." Said the bandit. "Jus' investergate, will ya?" Said the other in dismay.

They've picked up an axe and the other picked up a sword. Ferrin didn't bother to look through his memory of what each of them were. They came over. Ferrin creot up behind one of the smelling men and Lilly was next to him, behind the other man. Both blades slipped through each man, a hand crept over both of their mouths, Ferrin had left his shield back at the underbrush. Ferrin sighed a relief as he lowered his man down.

They've dragged them behind a large rock. Ferrin managed to search them and pulled out a pouch of mizas. Sure, it wouldn't hurt, right. There was a pouch of Mizas each Ferrin didn't know how much, but there were also a dagger in one and a splintered arrowhead. Weird. But, Ferrin figured that the girl must've lost her stuff to these men. "Okay, I'll go grab my shield and we can search the tents." He said.

And so they did. The dog stopped at that first tent. The one that was close. Ferrin and both Lilly did as well. A shadow of two figures were inside. Voices were muffled. But, Ferrin could depict one to be a girl and a guy. Lilly slowly opened the flap. She did really well to conceal the noise. The man was closest to the exit. Her Katana pierced the man's necking. Crimson liquid splurts out onto one of the sides of the tent. Ferrin comes around, and found the Gil laying on the ground. He asks her something as Lilly shields her blade. "Are you, okay?"


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[Pavi Lake] Hunter, Hunted (Ferrin)

Postby Morrigan on July 22nd, 2016, 6:46 pm

When the bandit exposed himself, Morrigan went wild. She kicked and screamed and bucked her hips every which way, fighting like a cornered wildcat. Each time he lunged at her to try and subdue her legs, she scrambled and struck at him. Though her arms were held down, they couldn't completely subdue her without making things awkward. After a few chimes of this, adrenaline only making her fight harder, the man tucked himself away and spat on her.

"Petch this! Just bring her back to camp. We'll take our time with her later. Grab her things." He kicked her hard as he walked by, making her gasp and curl around herself. One of the men quickly scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, irritating her ribs. Tears stung her eyes and she braced against the pain, unsure whether any of bones were broken.

They were soon in the shadow of trees, and for a while all Morrigan could see were dirty boots tromping over roots and through brush. When she'd caught her breath she began to fight again, but they stopped momentarily to throw her to the ground and bind her arms and legs. She spat at the one tying her hands together but he slapped her hard, again, and she bowed her head in defeat.

"She's a feisty one," they agreed as the group continued on, the redhead now immobilized. When they finally reached camp, she was thrown inside a tent and left to ponder her situation. If their pace and the duration of the trek were any indication, Morrigan guessed that it was close to a mile they had carried her. Her ribs ached terribly from the bumpy ride, but she gingerly felt them with her elbows.

With no medical training she hadn't any real idea whether or not they were broken, but if the pain was any indication, one of them could be cracked. At the very least, she would have a nasty bruise, but the huntress suspected that was the least of her problems. Though the knots binding her were tight, her hands hadn't been done up behind her back. Given enough time she might free herself, but then what? They took my knife and they're probably going through my other things right now.

A wave of hopelessness washed over her, and sudden panic swelled. Morrigan could hear the blood roaring in her eyes and feel her heart beating against her ribs. She curled into a tight ball for several chimes, fighting the fear and nausea.

Get a'hold of yourself!

She thumped herself a few times in the head and sat back up, trying to think clearly. Before she could do anything, she needed to take care of the ropes. Steeling herself, the redhead began gnawing on the first knot with her teeth, tugging and chewing frantically. She worked at it until her wrists were rubbed raw and her lips were chapped from the hemp. When she heard footsteps approaching, she stopped.

The bandit from before stepped inside, a crooked-toothed smiled spread across his face. He took one look at her and laughed.

"Tryin' to escape? No use. Marvin used to be a deckhand. Those knots are as secure as they come."

"What do you want from me?" She scooted backward toward the other end of the tent, glaring at him but failing to intimidate. It was hard to look tough when you were trussed up in the dirt, one eye swollen and cheek blue with bruises.

"I'm about to get it."

The fear swelled in her breast once more, and he smiled with satisfaction at the look in her eye. He'd won. Shadows danced across the canvas walls of the tent, looming and encroaching. Her cracked lips parted, preparing to scream, but the sound was cut off suddenly when a blade appeared from the bandit's throat. His smile changed to an expression of shock, voice lost through the hole in his neck as he fell to the ground, choking on blood. A man and a woman in the regalia of the Order, armed with bloody weapons. A dark nose poked inside, then the pale face of her hound.

Morrigan heard the man say something. She saw his lips moving, but her vision blurred with tears. The huntress would have answered, except her shock gave way to such overwhelming relief that she began to sob uncontrollably.
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