Lithe Hands and Tainted Tales [Senghor & Raven]

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on April 13th, 2013, 12:54 am

60th of Spring 513AV

Dotted embers of ivory within the abyss painted the night sky in a intricate design only beauty could fathom, it'd seemed that a steamy sigh left the lips of the man walking through the warfields again, the narrow confining pathways and unending corners.

As he walked through a pathway and placed his hand in the abbey of his pocket, a slight jingle of coin seemed to emit from the emptiness as he removed his hand and raised it to rub his fingers along the skin of his necklace's ornament, the smooth stone under his thumb and over his index was as soft as virgins flesh untainted and pure.

Over his right shoulder was his sword held at the hilt by his hand and slung over lazily, the moon lit in a illuminating flint off its steel body and made the darkness gain the lightly company of a silver flare. As the dusk adorned man walked without much troubles that day, his fine strands slightly shone in the light, golden brown turned silvery in texture.

Senghor's calm demeanour vied over the envy of the moon and felt a eased chill pass over his rugged features. At the corners of his mind, the male held a conversation with himself, his conscious mind conceived concepts and his subconscious always disagreed.

'Are we lost again?' the conscious mind asked rhetorically. "No.." the subconscious vied angrily.

'Are we sure we didn't do the 'thing', that night with that girl?' it asked again, likely trying to anger the subconscious, forgetting that Senghor was to get angry as well, "No!" it bellowed in replied mentally.

The question and answers were beginning to affect Senghor as he began feeling uncomfortable with his on stride, his core churned as he trying to shut away his psychological 'illness'. His footsteps echoed in the emptiness around him, bouncing off the high walls and back into his ears yet it'd seemed that the footsteps were copious, he and another were treading the same place, yet the others were faint hence the person was possibly at another end of the fields. In thought, he cast his head down and forgot himself...

Minutes began to pass and his mind began again. 'Are we lo...', the repeated mental question was cut off as Senghor bumped shoulders with another.

"Huh?..." he questioned as he inclined his head and saw but a small figure disappear, he didn't even try to apologize as people had the tendency to just hit into him for no absolute reason.

As he turned a corner and felt lighter, he raised his hand to the back of his head and grazed his strands of hair, scratching his head in confusion and looking around confusedly, "Something's... Missing" he said lowly, whilst bringing forward his hand and beginning to tap his muscular chest, the outline of his heirloom was there under his shirt hence it wasn't it was gone.

As his hand began descending down, he wondered if it was bag, yet he reminded himself that he'd stashed it away and hid it in a tree to stop prying eyes from stealing what wasn't theirs.

Vilhjalmr brought down his touched his waist, and than his pockets, his right sided pocket was empty, as his hand reached over and touched the left side of his pocket, pressing down slightly on it, all that was there was emptiness, his heart skipped a beat as he heard no jingle, no rough bulging outline of his coin pouch.

In disbelief and anger, he removed the sword off his shoulder and spun it momentarily in his hand before piercing it deeply into the skin of the wall, the blade slid through and embedded itself halfway as Senghor began tapping each one of his pockets, he even took out the sewn pouches they hand and looked at them his lips slightly parted, only lint flew out and mocked him.

His chest began to heave, his breathing became hollow and cold, each one of his muscles upon the upper body began outlining as his shirt began hugging him lovingly, his muscles tightened as the blood coursing through his veins began to change current, from calm and eased to a violent tide that began to consume him.

His hand fell onto the grip of his sword and jerked his side, the blade began sliding out as he turned on his heels, his mind was racking for answers to how he'd lost his coin yet only one seemed to be logical as his pants hand no holes, the figure that dwindled quickly with the shadows was a thief!

As tall as he was, Senghor's stride turned into a sprint, his leg muscles were pulling at each other as he began to gain pace and at least try to close the gap that'd opened between him and the mysterious thief.

A shadow flickered at the edge of the corner he'd came from, "Hey!!, Hey you!!..." he bellowed in rage as he saw it diminish quickly. Senghor could see that he'd lose the lithe hand that'd stolen what belonged to him and bent his knees slightly, the wind began hitting his face instead of caressing it, leaning forward he left the body of the blade on his spine and shrugged it off.

The sharp corner turned and the desert skinned male try to turn as it did, only to hinder his progress by letting feet touch closely at each other, at the edge of the corner he emerged in a stagger and hit into the opposing wall with a thud with his side, the collision slowed him down momentarily yet it'd also allowed the thief to open ground again.

All Senghor saw was its shadow again, and began running just as he did before hoping that'd catch up, 'For someone so small, he or she sure can move!!' he spat angrily mentally, feeling his bruised shoulder beginning to spill pain..

by **Raven Nightfoot** on April 13th, 2013, 12:34 pm

It had been an uneventful day, Raven had explored the city, finding nothing of interest besides a monk fight or two. The monks within the city seemed to fight amongst themselves quite often, which seemed counter productive since they were all basically knights for the city. Nyka was like Syliras in many ways, but it differed in many more, for example there were no poor people in the city since all it's citizens were provided for. They were however, very superstitious. Raven recalled over hearing a conversation by two citizens saying something about a haunted bridge, she made a mental note to pay the place a visit.

After a long day of exploring the city, Raven came across The Warfields, she had asked one of the monks what the purpose of the large maze was and he had answered her saying it was basically to simulate combat in the city streets, an urban training ground. Intrigued by the idea Raven decided to explore the maze, ignoring the monks warning that anything can happen in The Warfields and that she entered at her own risk. She had entered the maze late afternoon and had not seen a single soul since, she had only her whip at her side along with her plain black mask hidden beneath the rolled up whip. They shook with each of her steps, hips swaying slightly as usual.

It was night time already and Raven hadn't been able to find the exit, the path only lit by the dim light of the moon in the night sky. She was in her usual tight black leather attire, boots, pants and corset, which along with her jet black hair caused her to look more like a moving silhouette than a person. Her bright amber eyes not having much of a glow in the darkness. Raven strolled along the path calmly, not exactly worried that she was lost, although she was growing increasingly bored. She made sure to be as quiet as possible though, not wanting to attract unwanted attention, as the monk had said, you entered at your own risk, meaning there was a chance of being harmed in the maze.

There was a faint sound nearby, Raven stopped to focus on them, footsteps and jingling, she knew that sound very well, mizaz. As a thief she was more than familiar with the sound of a bunch of coins, she had to be, it helped her know whether an amount was worth stealing or not. Slowly the footsteps and faint sound of coins grew closer and more distinct until it sounded as if it were just around the corner. Raven went into full stealth mode as she carefully peaked around the nearest corner and to her surprise there was a man there. It was dark so she could barely make out any features from this distance, besides that he seemed rather large. The man was headed her way, clearly oblivious to the fact that he was being watched, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Raven saw this as a perfectly good opportunity to make some money and have some fun. It was dark, which played to her strength in stealth and since theft was greatly frowned apon in Nyka, The Warfields seemed like the best place for a thief to work in the city. The man drew ever nearer to the corner where Raven hid and she was ready for him. She reached to her hip and pulled her mask from beneath her whip and placing it on her face, making sure to tighten the strap so it wouldn't fall off. Her mask was plain black and covered half her upper face including her nose, leaving only her lower jaw and red lips exposed, it's only detail being the two eye holes.

Finally as the man neared the corner, Raven focused her ears in order to hear where the jingling was coming from, it seemed to be coming from his pocket on the fair side. With her target confirmed Raven waited till the man was literally on the corner before softly stepping past and grabbing the coin purse. Her slight of hand wasn't exactly perfected though so instead of a seamless swipe it came off as more of a gentle accidental graze. The moment Raven had grabbed it, she squeezed the coin purse tightly to avoid any more jingling sounds from the mizaz within. She continued sneaking away from the man since it seemed he hadn't realized yet, but just as she neared the corner she heard the sound of steel hitting the wall and began running. She didn't know whether he had figured it out or not, but distance seemed like the best idea right now.

Raven took the corner with ease as she continued to run, she was lithe and fast and mostly indistinguishable in the darkness due to her all black attire. Only a few moments had past when she heard the sound of loud harsh footsteps coming from behind her, the man was giving chase and he obviously wouldn't be happy with being stolen from. Raven picked up speed, darting quickly around the corners of the maze only to be greeted with another long straight path ahead. She needed to lose this man soon, but the maze was making that difficult. Although she was in danger, Raven was enjoying the thrill of the chase as she continued darting around corners.

Raven saw a T junction in the maze ahead, she could either go left or right, and quickly decided left for no actual reason. She took the corner quickly and continued to run, she focused her gaze on the night sky searching for the moon, to try and discern the general direction she should be heading to escape the Warfields. As she returned her gaze to the path ahead she was greeted with a unfortunate sight, it was a dead end. She skidded to a halt just before slamming into the wall and just stood there for a while, she was trapped. "Shyke!" she whispered to herself as she heard the man turning the corner to the dead end. She had to come up with a plan and soon! Slowly she turned around to face the man, a tiny smirk on her face, she was in danger, but still enjoying it.

The large man held a rather long sword in his hand, which was Raven's top priority right now. Since she was cornered, her option of flight was temporarily unavailable, so first things first, she had to get that sword out of his hand. She fastened the coin purse tightly to her hip as she took a defensive stance, the path was too narrow to use her whip effectively and she didn't want to give him something to grab onto. Raven tried to avoid direct confrontations, but this was one of the times it couldn't be helped. Lucky for her the narrow path restricted his room for use of his weapon as well, leaving him with only a few options of how to attack.

After what seemed like a life long stand off, Raven suddenly broke into a forward sprint toward the massive man, as she figured her would probably deliver a horizontal swipe with his sword and stepped to the side, to dodge it even though he barely begun the attack, after his unsuccessful attack, Raven delivered a hard upward kick to the man's wrist, knocking the sword out of his hand. Raven was now standing an arms length away from the man and before his blade had hit the ground she delivered a straight kick aimed at his abdomen.

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on April 13th, 2013, 4:04 pm

As Senghor gave chase to the enigma shrouded in blackness, he felt his legs heat up as his leg muscles tightened, his calves pulling and straining as each open step he took thinned the gap that'd came to form between them, the thumping drumbeat of his own heart thundered within his hollow ears as he skid another corner following the shadows that were conceived under the moonlight.

A narrow pathway with a dead end, 'Good' he told himself bringing down his sword in the grasp of his right hand letting it touch the group slightly with its tip, Senghor footsteps were slightly agitated as he walked, he seemed to be charging down the narrow way towards enigma, with its lithe body and figure it was clearly female. Thief or not, no one crossed him he thought angrily, with a flick of the wrist the sword in his hand danced and swayed yet could not complete its movement as the narrow nature of the warfields were quite restricting.

His eyes were indecipherable under the moonlight, a shadow cast over his globes and he'd seemed like a ghastly apparition, a ghost with a blade. His forehead creased in thought as he halted in the center, blocking the way, he cut off her only exit and spoke lowly, in a deep commanding voice that his father once had.

"Give me what belongs to me..." he said through grit teeth and flaring anger, a minute or so passed and there was no reply from her. His ears soon picked up the sound of her own footsteps as he looked at her, she was running foolishly towards her death he told himself as he swayed his blade in a horizontal decapitation motion, aiming to remove her head in one simple, graceful yet bloody way.

As the longsword was carried along by the air, it'd seemed luck hadn't played in his favor. He swung his weapon with graceful intent yet was hindered by the narrow walls of the warfields. A incoherent swear left the confines of his lips as he watched the female thief evade his swing, a sharp pain ran along his wrist shortly after causing him to lose his weapon and flex momentarily his wrist to kill off the pain.

A grunt left his lips and his eyes darted momentarily to the sword on the ground and back to the female who he saw aim for his abdomen with a kick, he jumped back slightly and caused her to miss, yet with his height advantage he outstretched his arms and cupped his hands at the same time. In a crude and urgent movement to shift the tide of the fight in his favor, he watched as her heel fell into his hands and quickly raised his hands up violently, he mustered all his strength into that one move and thought, felt that it'd work, she would lose her balance and flip backwards awkwardly and without proper coordination, spin three-hundred and sixty degrees.

Senghor watched in slight awe at the succession of his move and winced as she fell flat on her face, he slouched forward and breathed heavily only to fall to his knees and scurry along the floor towards her, his palm fell onto her back and pulled. The mysterious figure rolled over and Senghor acutely inclined his head and looked her in the eyes, moving around her and mounting her like a saddle but cautious not to sit on her.

On his knees his hands shot out and grasped her wrists, reluctant and fiery as she was he watched as she tried to wriggle her way out his hold, the desert skinned man raised her hands over her head and locked them together, over each other. His heaving chest and cool breath ran down masked face,

"Where's my..." he asked and felt slightly uncomfortable talking to a masked figure in that position, his put pressure down on his wrist and held down both her hands with one of his own as the came down and removed her mask, his eyes may had been indecipherable under the moons envy yet his brow was not, a brow of his arched as he looked at her and suddenly all his anger walled away, 'What!?, this is her!?... But she's, she's so...'

"Beautiful..." he finished what his subconscious was stammering lowly, below his breath, yet as their faces were so close to each other he knew she probably might have heard him, shaking his head and breaking his stupor, he once again retained his angry demeanour.

"Where're my Miza's!?" he roared slightly at her, barbaric yet effective, in his current situation intimidating her was the best option, no blood needn't be shed because of a 'theft' yet his subconscious reassured him and told him that blood needn't be spill yet someone would have pay, and to him that'd only meant bringing death pale hand to the woman.

Their strands seemed to glimmer slightly in the light of the moon as it brought down its gaze upon them, a melodramatic position they'd found themselves in, Senghor's shirt hugged his body and trailed over his muscles, the cold-light of the cosmic rock seemed to make him incandescent at each curve his muscles had, her amber eyes were pools of mystery as his own golden brown reflected back coldly.

Their breathing seemed to be in sync, he took breath she expelled it, he seemed lost in her hypnotic eyes and nearly was, his hand ran over the material of her mask and brought him back, he brought up the hand and locked her wrists in both his hands and looked back at her with grit teeth, speaking angrily again at her, breaking the heated moment with his words.

"I don't like repeating myself..." he threatened under his breath, he narrowed his gaze and gazed darkly at her, nothing but welling rage and intrigue in the pools of his eyes....

by **Raven Nightfoot** on April 13th, 2013, 4:41 pm

It all happened so fast, one moment she was about to kick him and the next she was flipping through the air and landed with a thud on the ground, a small grunt escaping her lips. As she was about to get up she was flipped over straddled and retained, as she fought unsuccessfully to get free. 'This was definitely not going well,' she thought to herself as the large man reached for her mask and pulled it off revealing her face. Raven had to fight down the anger welling up inside her, pushing it down to annoyance. She heard him say 'beautiful' and decided to respond, "You're not so bad yourself, big boy." she said in her usual tone that was both teasing and flirting.

The large man was clearly angry and with good reason and she decided it best to not anger him more than he already was, especially since he was in the advantageous position at the moment. They were both breathing heavily from the run and it was the only thing that interrupted the silence of the night
for several moments before the man spoke yet again. Raven had to admit, this man was rather intimidating, his size alone would cause most people to think twice before crossing him. Above that, he had removed her mask and seen her face. 'Note to self: Find more foolproof solution to hiding identity' she thought to herself before speaking. "They're on my hip, just take them...Although you're gonna have to pay for this intrusion of privacy." she teased although she was still greatly annoyed.

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on April 14th, 2013, 2:04 am

When Senghor listened to her teasing remarks he snorted and rolled his eyes at him being 'beautiful' as well, the concept held no meaning to him yet when she told him where his mizas were than meaning formed.

Removing one hand for her wrist not before holding them both down in the other, Senghor let his hand trail down her body and fall onto her waist, he tapped on side and found nothing, he tapped the other and heard the sweet jingle of his coins, as he put his hand in her pocket, the back of hand caressed her whip causing his eyes to dart in its direction slightly.

"A little too much, wouldn't you say..." he asked her coldly as he dug out his miza still stashed in his pouch, a gentle smirk played on his lips as he looked down at the female, "You take from me, I take from you.." he said in a low voice as he removed her coiled up whip and held it in his hand.

A image flashed in his mind as he reminded a episode he thought was long forgotten, his face contorted in disgust slightly as he turned back to the mysterious amber eyed girl.

"You're the worse thief ever, you'd be dead in less than a day if you tried that in Sunberth and didn't succeed" Senghor spoke warningly in her way, he was surprised she'd even survived Nyka because she knew that the monks didn't take kindly to her kind, she must have been either very courageous or quite numb in the head.

"And your mask, needs work..." he finished off his insulting words before trying to stand up, yet in the narrow pathway they were so melodramatically in, a copious amount of footsteps began to bounce off the wall and shadows stretch along the floor and meet at the feet of Senghor and the girl.

Two cloaked figures emerged from the corner and looked at them beneath their hoods, as Senghor looked up slightly and than down at the laying woman he found himself in rather compromising situation. In one hand was a pouch filled with currency, in the other a plain mask commonly worn by thieves and vagabonds, and beneath him, looking rather fatigued and slightly bruised was a woman who'd kept teasing him.

"You there, rapist!, cease your manhandling of that innocent woman!!" one monk bellowed as the neared, towards them.

'Rapist!?, seriously!?!' he asked himself in panic as he scurried for a way out, a ruse or lie, something that'd get him out of that situation, 'Think damnit, think!' he heard himself yell at himself as he looked side to side, feeling as his mouth became slightly dry and a lump formed at his throat.

In the whip made thing harder for him as it'd made him look like a sadist, he darted his eyes to his sword, 'Should I fight!?' No, he told himself, 'Should I run!?, where to!? he asked himself. As the two men neared and began looming over them, the only thing that came from his mouth were the following, a chuckle and some poorly chosen words.

"Haha, sorry gentlemen but this isn't what you think" he said, coating his voice with a extra lay of honey to smooth out his voice more.

"Huh, what is that than?, surly looks like you're trying to rape the innocent woman!!" he asked and reassured his point with a cracking of the knuckles. 'Innocent my ass!' Senghor replied back in his head and turned to the woman beneath him with a seldom smile, he knew that he was in trouble yet he could also say she'd robbed him...

Yet in that situation, he'd not believe himself if he was the monks, with a indicating daring of the eyes and smirk, to tell her to play along, he turned back to the monks and assessed his options, picking the most unbelievable of all.

"Ah, what's transpired here is not a rape gentlemen. My wife and I here are... Roleplaying!, 'Thief and Warrior' mhm" he said as he nodded his head slightly before continuing, "Our marriage has been quite lacking lately, I mean, one can't always make love on the mattress, in the kitchen, on the floor, on the roof, on the bridge when no one is there..." Senghor tried to add emphasis to his words by making sex sound very much casual, he knew the monks were restricted from forbidden fruit hence he wished to change the weaving lie to his favour.

As he spoke the monks stiffened slightly as he spoke on, once he'd finished his speech one monk sternly asked him, causing a pause in words for Senghor.

"Marriage huh, well where are your marriage bands?" he asked, Senghor racked his head of answers and acquired one "Haha, faithful ones, we decided to remove them for the night. A thief and warrior must meet casually, chase each other, shred at each others clothes before making love" the desert skinned male preached as he looked back towards the woman to see her reaction.

"And the whip, what is that for?" the monk interrogated causing Senghor to look at his hand and see the whip with glimmered in the moonlight because of the leather.

"Ah, it's quite embarrassing but..." a false exasperated sigh left his lips as he tried to mask away a false hidden shame, "I like it... The whip... I like, it plays quite an initial role, it's... simulating, okay!?" Senghor said as he tried to act hurt and ashamed, 'I'll vomit if I have to keep this up' he told himself after wondering where those words came from, it'd seemed that his subconscious mind was playing around with his words.

Yet the monks weren't buying his cheap story and sloppy act, they turned to the mysterious woman and the lesser monk asked as they took another step forward, causing Senghor to talk below his breath telling her that their both dead.

"M'am, does he speak true?" was all he asked

by **Raven Nightfoot** on April 14th, 2013, 10:39 pm

Okay; so this heist hadn't gone exactly as planned, instead of a clean snatch and run she was now pinned beneath a large and angry man. On top of that, the man was sure to take back his mizas and who knew what else. Raven had to stall him long enough to form a plan of escape, but to be honest she would need a near miracle to get out of this predicament.

As the man searched her body, retrieving his bag of coins from her side, Raven found herself rolling her eyes in annoyance but when he moved to take, no, to STEAL her whip Raven stopped herself from making any reaction, opting to rather avoid eye contact by looking at the night sky above, a look of displeasure plastered on her face. This expression remained constant even through his harsh words which were clearly meant for no reason other than to inflict pain, her only reaction was an eye roll or two. The situation was growing steadily worse, but that was all about to change.

Raven heard as the two monks approached the unlikely couple, the situation definitely didn't look good for the large man on top of her, anyone seeing the position she was in would of course assume that she was the victim and that's exactly what the monks had thought as they commanded the 'rapist' to cease his man handling of the seemingly innocent Raven laying helplessly below, how fortunate for her. The man's response was the cherry on top of the situation, he was claiming that they were married and this was all part of some elaborate form of roleplay. As much as Raven wanted to laugh, she forced herself to resist the urge, although she did have a rather smug expression on her face. This was just too good.

It was obvious that this man hadn't thought his story through completely, because it was currently completely dependent on her compliance, which seemed unlikely given the situation. Finally the monks spoke to her, putting the power and the fate of the large man in her hands. Raven could do nothing but smirk at the man's worried expression.

"Ma'am does he speak true?"

'That's my que' Raven thought to herself before replying, she chose her words carefully making sure her lie was more convincing than his. "Yes it's true." she said sweetly as her hands trailed up the man's muscular body only to wrap around his neck. She used him to pull herself up slowly and get back on her feet, there was nothing he could do since he wouldn't dare resist in front of the monks. Raven's smirk didn't fade throughout her act, loving the fact that the tables had been turned. "My husband and I find this little farce quite...arousing." she said as she stepped behind the still kneeling man and putting her cheek to his from behind. Slowly one hand retrieved her whip and then her mask, she pulled the whip tight around his
neck and licked his cheek sensually. "He really does love the whip, don't you honey?" she said, mocking him further.

"Okay, sorry to bother you." one of the monks said awkwardly. "You two have a good night." they said before finally leaving. "You too, we appreciate your concern, great monks." she said as she discreetly hooked her whip and mask back to her hip which was concealed behind the large man's figure. The two didn't move for a while until the sound of footsteps were finally gone, although Raven had taken a few steps back from the man who's back was still facing her.

The moment he tried to move Raven sprinted towards him and stepped onto his back using it as a platform for her to jump off of, more accurately to jump up. She jumped towards the wall placing another foot against it and kicking off once more finally landing with a light thud on top of the high walls of the maze. She quickly got to her feet smirking down at the large man below, she was now beyond reach, even for a man as tall as he. "That was a fun little act, maybe we can do it again sometime...honey." the last word was oozing with smugness and with that she darted along the wall and out of sight.

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on April 15th, 2013, 7:21 pm

Senghor darted his gaze towards his sword slightly and turned back to gaze at the monks watching them under their hoods, he could somewhat feel that the thief was enjoying this as she began replying, 'Yes!' his subconscious seemed to say with a high fist and cheer, the amber eyed mystery was also working hand in hand with his lying words.

As her hands trailed over his muscular body under his shirt, he felt as somewhat euphoria flow through him as he raised his head, exposing his neck in and letting a slight grunt leave him. As he kept playing along to his ruse he shortly felt her begin to move out under him, he was even surprised that she'd wriggled her way under him and soon behind him.

A frown was the best possible option as he swore under his breath making sure to be heard, her footsteps echoed behind him as he inclined his head slightly to the side and felt her cheek only his rugged one, a warm trail over breath washed over his face as her lips parted and she licked him.

Senghor's eyes shot out momentarily as he tried to gather what'd happened, 'She... She... She... Licked... Me!!??!...' he thought angrily whistle gritting his teeth beneath his closed mouth. As she bent down and took the items he'd taken from her, his mind was consumed with curses and swears as she'd taken too much advantage to the situation.

'She's so dead' he said with a mental growl, he felt the corrupt wolf with crimson eyes begin to pace to and fro', it's pearly ivory teeth soaked in drool and bloodlust. Senghor's eyes darted towards one of the monks and saw him squirm, a smirk seemed to trail over his lips as he thought, as he felt that the monk liked the whip, he really liked to whip if he awkwardly moved about in his one place the way he did.

He considered opening his mouth, to suggest that his 'wife' was a swinger, a free spirit and nymph not restrained to one person, a mental image passed through his mind as he looked down and turned his head, biting on his lips to repress the laugh that'd seemed to start to conceive.

He felt as the spit along his cheek drrry up and the monks begin to leave after a short exchange of words between the woman and themselves, the receding sound of their footsteps was music to Senghor as he began to stand up to face to the thief. A sudden weight fell on his back and he fell back to the ground with some force, a grunt of surprise and pain came from him as he began to look up.

The amber eyed thief was a shadow with her graceful feet, in the time-span of an eye blink she was already on top of the warfields maze structure, Senghor stood up and shook himself of her scent and ran back to his sword eagerly, he thought that with his height he'd easily attain a climbing quickness yet he wasn't hardened in climbing that way, not yet.

As he ran forward and bent his body to the side, sweeping his hand onto the ground and grasping the hilt of his blade with a frontal roll to turn over and face her. 'Fun!?, Honey!?' Senghor was beginning to be angered by her words as he stepped forward and watched as she retracted back into maze and disappeared.

After bellowing out for her to stop, he kicked the ground and ran along the maze, at certain points through his short quest he found her shadow receding back into diminishing. As he followed her 'shadow' and met up with some patrolling monks along the way, he find ways to slip out of their questions, lie after lie given life too.

It'd seemed like an hour as he searched through the fields only to give up, he swore under his breath and began walking back to his hammock/tree to get a nights rest, he was displeased and sought revenge for being played the way that situation brought the game. As he turned a corner, and darted his eyes to the sides momentarily, he saw a gleam of amber in shadows abruptly.

He halted, stepped back and saw nothing in the shade of blackness, a frown played along his features as he began resuming forth, digging his palm into his pocket and finding nothing the first time, he halted and embedded his sword into the ground to search himself once again.

After a copious amount of tappings along his waist, he was greeted by the jingle of coin and a sigh of relief, 'Thought she'd got me again...' he said to himself as he removed his sword from the ground and began walking again, yet as he faded gradually into the city a thought play ever so seductively in his head, always reciting these words.

'Yeah, maybe we can do it again... Sometime'

by **Abstract** on June 19th, 2013, 12:44 am

Loot, Lore, and Skills!

Senghor :

Raven :

Seng... the walls in Nyka are made of stone. You wouldn't have been able to pierce it with your sword. Though I liked the Roleplaying comment, I doubt those in Mizahar would even understand the concept, let alone have such a specific name for it. I couldn't find too much for lores, but there was quite a bit I could add for skills! Raven, I really liked the way you wrote, and just formatted your character and such. Please PM me if you have any questions, concerns, or comments!

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