Closed Sitting in wait?

[Talon Shadowfoe]

512 AV, 33rd Summer. West of Ravok. The weather was a good example of summer today, the clouds were scarce in the sky and brilliant rays of light shone down on the ground like ropes anchoring the temperature to the area. That was another thing that made this a perfect example of summer weather - the warmth of the sun was beating down everywhere, thankfully dry even with the surrounding plant-life. In a small, not too clear, not too dense part of the forest near Ravok, sat Talon. His legs were braced against the floor as he sat on a small, slightly time-eaten log and his knees were bent up in-line with his upper abdomen. Both of his swords hung comfortably at his waistline, tucked into the fabric of his belt - which was held to him by a simple metal buckle at the front. Around Talon the trees rose up into the sky and tried to reach out as far as they could, they looked like they were stretching against the warm sun. Their foliage provided some cover from the heat - which is why Talon had sat here - but even so his arms and brow were dotted with little beads of sweat as his body responded to the climate. Talon's eyes were fixed on a simple-looking tree in-front of him as he thought about nothing in particular but little flitting thoughts over completely unrelated subjects. Talon's right hand was over his left and both were in between his two knees, hanging at a gentle gradient from the supports of his two thighs. His head was leaning back slightly out of boredom and his breathing was littered with sighs to reinforce his need for something to do. Grass was long around this part of the forest, it had been growing all spring and there were apparently a lack of animals at this part. Far to his right, there was a large outcropping of brush which clung to the trunk of a tree, it was quite a lush green colour and had apparently picked a very beneficial place for it to start growing - only partly in the line-of-fire of the sun above. These brushes were scattered in the nearby and far-lying parts of the forest as well and if Talon hadn't been so painfully bored, he would probably be making sure that nobody used the abundance of cover to catch him off-guard.

[Funestae Mortis]

The owl soared straight past his face, a few metres from reach. As the owl circled Talon, Funestae grew worried. He searched for the bird, and called it several times. He hadn't thought of a name for the bird yet, and hadn't even purchased for it a training jesses. "Bird! OI BIRD!" He called almost effortlessly, before stumbling upon the clearing. The heat hit him before his wits. As the sun beamed down, Funestae adjusted to the light, having only just exit a dense part of the forest, abundant with long grass and enclosing brush lines. He finally gained vision, and noticed the bird - winding through the brush. It had spotted the man, concealed in the overgrown wilderness. He sprinted forward, calling again, "Bird!" He reached out, and grasped the bird firmly with his leather glove. "Got you!" He held it to his chest, and stroked its feathers lightly. He peered closer, clutching his long knife that hung from his pocket. The grip on the bird was less firm, but the bird was partially perched on his arm, so it didn't really matter. "Who are you?" He spoke in the direction of Talon. "Show yourself." He allowed for the man to respond, clutching the knife firmly. He'd be slightly worn out from his journey here, and sprinting to chase the bird. Nonetheless the Myrian curled his toungue around his canines, bared his teeth and prepared to fight.

[Talon Shadowfoe]

With the suddenly movement of the owl in-front of Talon, he sat up suddenly and grasped a hold of one sword at his waist with his right hand. With his hand crossed over himself to his sword he quickly scanned the area and saw the thing moving again. Coming to a stand, Talon pulled free the short-sword. With a calmer posture, his eyes searched again for the small object that seemed to be circling about him, his eyes eventually caught hold of it whipping past again and he identified it as an owl - it didn't seem wild as it would not be acting like this and would most likely be asleep at this time of day but at the same time it had no way of controlling it so surely it must be wild? - Hearing a man's voice behind him, Talon turned his head towards it's source. As the man sprinted forward, Talon began to whirl into a reaction but upon inspection he could see the man more fixated on the bird He must be it's owner Talon's mind offered to itself as his body slowed and ultimately stopped, still mostly side-on to the Man and glancing over his own shoulder at him. Talon's sword was in his right hand and by the positioning of his body, was out of sight to the man, who Talon saw was a Myrian. As the man brandished forth the knife almost the same size as Talon's sword, he continued to watch him and listen to his questions. The man baring his teeth at Talon provided no intimidation and Talon's almost pulsing blue-eyes stared at the Myrian. After a few drawn-out moments of simple saying nothing, Talon turned from the man and began to walk calmly away. With a shrugging motion, he brought his cloak neatly down over his shoulders to block his figure from the eyes of the Myrian.

[Funestae Mortis]

The Myrian cursed suddenly - The man had not revealed himself to Funestae, instead merely dismissed any threat and continued his routine. The Myrian became enraged at the neglection by the man lurking in the brush. He tore aside the overgrown roots and branches and plundered through the forest after him. With his stealth at work he approached, the foreigner barely able to predict his approach. His speed was sacrificed by the subtlety, but it paid off when the cloaked figure wasn't able to determine Funestae's movement. The Myrian suddenly found himself (though not in view) at the left of the man, and extended an arm to tap his shoulder. "I was talking to you!" When he talked, he was firm, though his teeth hadn't adapted properly for civilised communication, instead he spat through his fangs and sprayed the Human unintentionally with saliva. "Answer me stray dog, who are you? Provide a civil response and I shall spare your suffering." He looked the man in the eye, attempting to intimidate him. The outcome was the bird fleeing to the canopy.

[Talon Shadowfoe]

With Talon's quiet walking, he had purposely made-sure he could hear the Myrian. The curse that the Myrian made was the last thing he heard and he came to a stop for a moment. Looking around at the brush on each-side, Talon's eyes gazed into the leaves trying to pick a path through the gaps to see what each one contained. He stood still searching for the man for a little time but could not see him. Alert and stood still, Talon heard the man's approach from his left as he neared and his left hand struck like a cobra to the inside of the man's elbow as his hand reached out, his fingers caught a hold of the man's arm roughly and clenched hard with the introduction of adrenaline to Talon's bloodstream. Talon's right arm was moving seconds after his right, his sword moved swiftly through the air to rest next to Talon's head, pointing towards the Myrian's face from a foot-away. Having caught the Myrian like this, Talon interrupted whatever the man was doing but it came to his attention he did not actually know what that was. Talon's eyes hardened as he glared downwards at the Myrian. The right side of Talon's lip looked somewhat raised and occasionally twitched upwards as a sure-sign of Talon's annoyance and with the combination of tension and heavy breathing Talon let out occasional growls from his nose.