Come Over to the Dark (Mamuro)

by **Tinnok** on August 29th, 2013, 12:55 am

She had seven arrows left lined up, her fifth one sitting taut, feathers tickling her cheek when she saw the male rise from the ground and his comrades gut him like a fish.

She wasted precious moments gaping, and her head nearly broke turning to Mamuro, who was watching the carnage with barely contained glee. What...what was happening? Suddenly Tinnok realized her entire life seemed to have turned on its head for this one day.

But she had wasted too much time already.

Targets were easier when they were all crowded about, apparently the idea of hacking that male apart was more pressing than identifying their attacker.

Twang

Twing

Twang

She was down to four arrows in a line when she had finished loosing the three shots successively, attempting to save her energy by drawing the string only half way, something that still required too much of her energy when it came to the massive long bow. She rolled her shoulders and looked at her progress.

The Myrian they had been attacking was very dead upon the ground, one of his assailants had two arrows in her back and another had one sprouting out of their shoulder.

Tinnok was notching another arrow when she tried the count again. She had killed one, which left five, they had murdered one of their fang mates, which left four, but there had only been three around him...

Shlunk

Tinnok screamed bloody murder as an arrow dug itself into her shoulder, the shot so powerful it went through her arm and into the tree behind her, which she discovered when she attempted to sit up and felt a wrenching pain slice through her side.

"Peetch." She moaned, slumping against the tree. Suddenly four pairs of eyes were upon her, one of them was the Myrian with two arrows in her back, on her knees upon the ground. Hopefully Tinnok had punctured something important, because the less they had to deal with the better.

The half breed grabbed a dagger from her belt and made quick work of the feathers on the end, shaving them off and sharpening the end of the arrow to a haphazard point. She then grabbed one of her own arrows and placed it between her teeth, mentally preparing herself for what would follow. Mamuro could hear her clenched scream, teeth snapping the shaft of the arrow in half as Tinnok pulled her shoulder out of the trap, the wood sliding through the wound. Tears streamed down her face as she tumbled forward, escaping the clutches of the weapon and ducking forward over the branch just as another arrow sank into the tree bark, quite precisely where her other shoulder would have been. Whoever this was seemed to a sight better at archery then Tinnok, which made her all the more furious.

Legs and arms wrapped around the tree branch Tinnok let her body slide around and down, letting go with her feet to find a trunk below, and began making her way around the wide trunk and on the opposite side of her attackers. Like a squirrel she decided to remain out of their sight for as long as possible, and almost fell when she tried putting her full weight upon her injured arm. Cringing in agony. In the hub bub she realized she had left her bow and Mamuro, and a pang of worry shot through her, hoping the archer had caught sight of her and not him.

She cursed and stood up against the trunk on the other side, pondering precisely what to do next as she heard the undergrowth below her crashing with Myrians desperate to finish her off.

by **Kalesserimamoru** on August 29th, 2013, 3:44 am

Mamoru watched the Myrians slaughtered their comrade as if it were a stage performance being put on for him and Tinnok. There was something satisfying about a Myrian meeting their death by their own kind, and he could sit there and do it all day. Mind manipulation, games, trickery, there was a reason they called him the trickster. Not just for his gnosis, but his other magical talents as well. Morphing, Hypnotism, the Ionu gnosis, things that could be used in difference ways but also had one thing in common. They could be used to deceive.

"I could only imagine what isss going on in hisss mind right now...Doess he feel betrayed? Losst, afraid? The look in their eyesss, sso filled with hatred and lust for death...It musst be different, being on the other end of it, hmm?"

The Dhani was enjoying himself and the sight before him. He wasn't a God, but with the ease that he had learned to toy with others and cause them to do what he wanted, gave him a glimpse of what true power they wielded. Mamoru was enjoying the Myrian on Myrian fight so much that he didn't noticed Tinnok in distress. It wasn't until he heard the woman scream, that he realized she had been wounded. What a pity it was, and once again things seemed to have been going in his favor. What good would all of this have been, if his newest friend were killed off?

There just had to be another one of them out there. No matter how many they killed, how many were wounded and left to die on the ground, more still appeared ticks later. Mamoru frowned glaring towards Tinnok as she struggled to free herself from the trap. It seemed that he would have to get involved again, even though he was too tired to fight on. Turning back to his wounded companion, he watched and she slipped out of the tree and back down upon the ground. He couldn't tell how badly she was hurt, but from her scream and the way she moved, it looked bad.

Mamoru moved back around and slowly moved himself down the spiraling branches until he could jump back down. Once on the ground, the Dhani hid himself behind the tree and peaked out to see where they were. He could hear the bugs coming closer, but whether they were coming for him or her, it wasn't possible to say. After another quick peak out, Mamoru decided to try something. Lifting his head upward, he tried his best to create the same ruby throated tanager whistle that Tinnok had done before.

He didn't expect them to follow the order, but in the least he wanted to throw them off of the wounded halfbreed. How unfortunate it all was. He was likely now to be killed trying to protect a woman that he himself was thinking about eating not three bells passed. The Dhani once again slipped out of his robes, knowing he would need to be as fast as possible to survive this. Just as he was about to make the call again, he heard foot steps very close to where he was hiding.

"Now...."

The dhani stepped out from behind the tree, catching them both within his dark gaze. He brought his gnosis magic into work again creating a visual of a huge dust storm that swept over all three of them. The illusion was thick and the Myrians wouldn't be able to see each other unless they were standing side by side. Of course they still had their bird calls, but Mamoru wasn't going to give them the chance to use them. As soon as the illusion took, the dhani dashed forward and tackled the archer to the ground, and leaving the wounded to fight the wounded.

by **Tinnok** on August 30th, 2013, 1:35 pm

She half fell, half tumbled the last bit of distance out of the tree and onto the ground, just barely saving her arm from the collision by performing a sideways roll that put the weight on the opposite shoulder. Grimacing, Tinnok slowly stood, back to the tree, watching as Mamuro peered around at their adversaries. She heard his shoddy excuse for a tanager and it made a snort come out of her nose, but the noise was quickly silenced as she heard approaching feet.

Tinnok slid both daggers from her belt, ready for an attack when she saw a robe-less Mamuro lunge into the frey. Her eyes widened in shock, but once again there seemed to be something at work. All the remaining fang members looked confused and addled, as if they could barely see what was in front of their faces. The Dhani had the archer pinned, so Tinnok slid quietly around the trunk of the tree. Regardless of what was going on, it seemed to her that it could end at any moment. Walking cautiously up to the female with two arrows in her back...who really had seen better days, The half breed waited until her back was turned and charged forward, one foot kicking out into the back of her knee and send the warrior sprawling to the ground. She felt a pang of...something, for this was like stepping on the neck of a wounded deer to watch it suffer, but then she reminded herself that she had been the wounded deer for far too long.

And so when she let her full weight collapse into the back of the Myrian, knee pressed tightly against her spine, and as she wrenched her head back by the hair, drawing her dagger across the woman's neck in one clean swipe...well, any feeling she had was gone.

Two, that left two. But they wouldn't be as easily taken off guard as the seriously injured one. Tinnok rotated, watching the two males left try to find their bearings. One called out, and the other immediately began walking toward him. So they couldn't see...but they could hear? Well her window of opportunity would be lacking if the two males found each other and set up the tactic she knew best from her time with Eagle: fighting back to back.

She dashed forward, tackling the nearest one to the side, one hand clamping over his mouth as he fell to the ground.

Of course this put her at the very distinct advantage of actually having to fight the male, whose dark eyes went wide, then narrowed again as he jabbed an elbow into her injured shoulder. Tinnok bit her lip to keep from screaming, a thin trickle of blood oozing up from the newly made wound, and let her hold go, suddenly faced with the male on top of her, a serrated knife in his hand that he was bringing down with a vengeance towards her throat. Tinnok raised both daggers in an X, this time able to catch and hold the blade between the V of the two weapons, her right arm buckling under the strain before heaving him off of her.

"Haven't you heard Myrian?" She said, a wicked grin on her features.

She rolled herself into a sitting position, standing up into a backwards roll as the next swipe went directly for her throat. Getting shakily to her feet she looked at the male and brought both arms back, hurling both daggers towards her opponents chest. It was a point blank distance, and she saw the look of fear in her opponent's eyes as he realized what was happening. It wasn't a particularly graceful throw, and the dagger sent from her injured arm didn't sink in as far as the other knife, but both hit their mark, sinking into his stomach, and she watched his features turn to horror as his lifeblood began to pour out over his chest, knees falling heavily to the ground.

Tinnok strode slowly over, making sure to twist each dagger as she removed it from the wounds, then smiled. "It isn't my time to die."

And with that she thrust one of the daggers through his neck, pulling it out by shoving her foot into his chest and shifting his body backwards onto the ground.

She turned to see what Mamuro was doing only to be met with a vicious blow from a club as the single Myrian left standing slammed it into her skull.

She fell to the ground dazed, and coughed. She was too tired for this shyke.

by **Kalesserimamoru** on August 30th, 2013, 9:37 pm

Mamoru landed with a thud, the quick thinking of the Myrian allowed him to get his knees up and slam them into the chest of his aggressor before they landed. Mamoru rolled off, coughing and holding his chest with one hand. For the time, he and his opponent were surrounded in a cloud of dust and wind, or at least the Myrian thought so. Still he was close enough to see the Dhani and so he attacked. Mamoru stumbled back to his feet, trying to keep his head clear in order to maintain the illusion.

The Myrians struck, bowless, he spun around and delivered a wicked kick to the side of Mamoru's head that rocked him and canceled the illusion. The Dhani staggered back more, tired and beaten as the Myrian reached into his belt for a dagger. He ripped the weapon free, but was surprised when Mamoru grabbed and twisted his wrist, forcing him to let go. Weaponless, the Myrian set off a flurry of punches and kicks knocking Mamoru backwards again.

"Petchn clown!"

Stepping back again, the trickster regained his footing and waited until the Myrian attacked again. But suddenly, the man turned and dashed for the dagger to give himself the upper hand. Sucking in a breath, Mamoru charged in, catching hold of the Myrian's arm just as he gripped the dagger. Using his forward momentum, the dhani flipped himself over the man's back and forced him to the ground into a strong arm lock. The Myrian flailed and tried to free his dagger wielding arm but it was no use. Mamoru squeezed and turned his arm awkwardly until he heard the muscles snap.

With a roar, the Myrian forced his way free, stumbling away and holding his injured arm. Now it was Mamoru's time to strike. He crept low to the ground and kept himself closer so that the Myrian couldn't out run him. Leaping out, he pulled the man on to the ground and started to pin him there. The Myrian struggled and turned his body, making sure not to allow the dhani to get a good hold on him. But the Myrian was no wrestler, and without weapons to aid him, he couldn't fight the stronger dhani off.

The trickster locked his arms with that of the Myrian and pinned them to his chest, with a wicked hiss, he snapped his neck forward and rammed his forehead into the Myrian's twice and dazed him. Mamoru's own head throbbed from the collision but he had to finish the fight. He locked his arms around the head and neck of his opponent and snapped his neck quickly to end it. With a loud grunt, he pushed himself off the dead Myrian and took a breath. It would have been so much easier in dhani form.

Realizing that he hadn't heard Tinnok for a while, the dhani pushed himself up and looked around for her. Then he saw her there, laying on the ground with the last Myrian wielding a club over her head. Standing up, he moved toward him as the Myrian turned to face the dhani. He swung the club outward, causing Mamoru to jump back and lift his arms to block it. He stood on shaky legs now, completely exhausted from the fighting, it needed to end quickly. When the Myrian attacked again, wielding the club over his head, Mamoru reached up catching his wrist to hold off the attack. He allowed himself to fall away, and pulled the Myrian down along with him.

On the ground, Mamoru lifted and bent his knee to slam into the Myrian's throat. His other leg whipped out wrapping around the back of the man's neck to hold him in place. With their arms extended, the dhani pulled them towards him, while choking the Myrian with his knee in his throat. It was all he had strength left to do and he hoped it would be enough.

by **Tinnok** on August 31st, 2013, 2:32 am

Tinnok's eyes narrowed when she realized she wasn't unconscious...yet. Her arm was throbbing, head pounding, body slick with sweat. She cursed beneath her breath and tried to sit up, only to fall back to the ground which sent the pain in her temple racing anew. She grunted and forced herself to sit up all the way, world spinning around her, stomach ready to expel everything it had and bit her lip again.

Blearily she watched Mamuro entering the throes of death with the last Myrian standing. Crawling slowly forward Tinnok made her way towards them. The Myrian was in better shape than the both of them combined, but he had been through some shyke in the last bell or so. Each foot she crawled seemed to take way more energy then needed, and it was just as she approached that she saw the strange position Mamuro was in, his knee crushing the male's throat under the pressure of the bone. For a moment she thought she could collapse right then and there, let the Dhani have the last kill and hope he didn't drag her back to Zinrah while she slept for 3 days.

Then she saw the hooked blade the Myrian was trying to wedge out from his belt.

Without much strength left to her, and even less agility, Tinnok only had a few options. Well...with her lifted brain capacity she had found one.

The Myrian would have screamed if he had had any air in his lungs to perform such an action, for even as he was sliding the weapon out, Tinnok clamped her teeth down onto his arm and chomped with all her might, ripping away a chunk of flesh before going in again. She would be petched before this weasel injured her or the Dhani she was defending...something that had almost happened till said weasel ruined the moment in fact.

She spat out a chunk of flesh as she saw the Myrian's body flag, his body spasm with a lack of air, then his neck tilt backward, dull black eyes staring blankly at her. She barely managed to scramble out of the way as he thunked to the ground.

Tinnok looked up to the tree above, wishing her bow out from amongst the high branches. Her gaze dropped back to Mamuro, who looked exactly like how she felt, gave a dry chuckle at a secret joke, and then fell on her face: Out cold.

But she dreamed the most wonderful dreams.

by **Kalesserimamoru** on August 31st, 2013, 6:25 am

Mamoru had said before, that they made a good team, but whether he meant it or not, it turned out to be true. Team work was what saved them from a swarming Myrian attack, and although they were both injured, they were very alive. Mamoru hissed and kicked the body of the Myrian before turning on his side to look at Tinnok, who had just passed out.

"And here I was jusst about to complement you...oh well."

The trickster smirked and moved closer to the sleeping woman. For a tick, he wasn't sure if she was still alive, until he noticed that she was still breathing. It seemed that the halfbreed was tougher than she looked. However, with her injuries and the fact that she was out cold still left her in danger. If not from more Myrians, predators, and Mamoru was still sitting there. He wasn't certain of what to do. The dhani hated looking weak, it was not to be done inside the nest when a male dhani was always on trial to be the best.

Tinnok had seen him at his worst perhaps, or something close to it. But there was nothing to be done about it. It would have been foolish of him to eat her now, after he just risked his own life to save her's. No, the woman was in luck, for whatever reason the dhani had taken a liking to her, though what that said for her future was yet to be seen. Mamoru was no medic, he couldn't patch her up well enough for her to survive, and leaving her alone in the jungle was as good as a death sentence.

"Looksss like you'll be coming back with me then. What'sss that? You don't mind? Alright then.."

If he wasn't so tired, the trickster might have laughed, or maybe even tasted the blood drying on her shoulder. But he didn't, instead he stood up and backtracked to collect his robes and redressed himself. The nest was still far away from where he was now, and the night was growing full. He had a choice to make and one he needed to make at once. A few ticks later, Mamoru returned to Tinnok's side and scooped the sleeping halfbreed into his arms and disappeared into the shadows with her. Of all the things he expected to find at the watering hole, a gem wasn't one of them.

by **Radiant** on October 21st, 2013, 2:52 pm

Tinnok :

Mamoru :

Notes :

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+5 XP
Socialization	+3 XP
Rhetoric	+3 XP
Intimidation	+2 XP
Hunting	+2 XP
Weapon: Shortbow	+4 XP
Wilderness Survival	+1 XP
Seduction	+3 XP
Morphing	+2 XP
Acrobatics	+1 XP
Tactics	+2 XP
Brawling	+2 XP
Weapon: Dagger	+3 XP
Dual Wielding	+3 XP
Endurance	+3 XP
Climbing	+1 XP
Stealth	+1 XP

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+5 XP
Socialization	+3 XP
Rhetoric	+2 XP
Stealth	+1 XP
Morphing	+3 XP
Hunting	+2 XP
Intimidation	+2 XP
Climbing	+2 XP
Wilderness Survival	+1 XP
Persuasion	+3 XP
Hypnotism	+3 XP
Seduction	+3 XP
Reimancy	+1 XP
Acrobatics	+1 XP
Endurance	+3 XP
Unarmed Combat	+3 XP
Wrestling	+2 XP
Tactics	+1 XP

Completed Come Over to the Dark (Mamuro)