Two Young Savage Predators (Quzon)

During one of Kaie's evening romps in the jungle, a bold soldier joins her in the moonlight.

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Two Young Savage Predators (Quzon)

Postby Kaie on September 1st, 2013, 7:17 pm

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24th of Fall, 510 AV
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For such a wild, dangerous environment the Falyndar jungle was oddly tranquil. Leth's light shined downed upon the canopy above whose thick leaves filtered the angelic radiance toward the floor. Shadows danced about the terrain mischievously. Darkness embraced the foliage untouched by gentle moonlight. Colored frogs croaked and birds called to one another, somewhere hidden between the trees. All seemed so gorgeous in the radiance of the full moon. One might even describe the exotic night as harmless and peaceful. Such would be the first stolen within the dark before Syna could arrive.

The young Myrian girl was silent as she raced through the familiar world. Her footsteps were careful and well timed. Quick and smooth as she ran. Her silhouette darted like a ghost between the trees, occasionally visible in the small circles of white light that managed to reach the forest floor. Crouched and stalking through the jungle in a predatory manner, Kaie looked no different than any other beautifully dangerous jungle dweller. Donning a leather vest, loincloth, and nothing on her feet, there was no denying her ethnicity. Her skin was a healthy bronze glow. Hair was brown and fell in a combination of both curls and waves along her back. She was wild and untamed. And on the prowl.

Held tightly in her right hand was a hand crafted spear. A simple branch she trimmed and carved into a pointed staff with her cousin Keikyo. Deadly child's play that resulted in weaponscrafting. Had a barbarian stumbled upon the two in their daily romp, they might've mistaken their play as a battle to the death. Their horseplay was no different than any other children in the villages. It was how they learned to use their weapons. Friendly (or otherwise) spars that ended with minor cuts and bruises. Though without such informal training, she might've been ignorant to the weapon's use now.

Kaie flitted left and right, dodging thick brush and fallen logs alike. Occasionally she'd leap upon a slanted moss covered trunk, run along its length, and then bound to the next obstacle. Slippery rocks and hazardously high branch climbing was part of her daily routine. The jungle was her playground. It was a shame she needed to escape at such an ungodly hour alone for this kind of exploration. Myri help her if she returned to meet her clan's wrath.




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Two Young Savage Predators (Quzon)

Postby Quzon on September 5th, 2013, 5:43 am

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24th of Fall, 511 AV



Quzon revelled in the deep shadows of the night, in part due to his improved night vision of being half-isur. However, he also enjoyed the quiet and stillness that came with the night. The previous day was stifling; a harsh march of a war party cutting its way through the jungle. Caiyha’s domain dangerous and encroaching, constantly swallowing the land with life chocking it with its very vegetation. The pitiless, dry heat of the jungle during the day given a voice by the twittering of the birds turning the jungle into a leafy asylum.

Despite it all, Quzon loved the jungle, and he respected its dangers with a healthy amount of cautioning. It was why he could never truly see him self living in the kingdom of his isur father. However, nature at night was quiet, far too quiet. Birds were barely singing, prey animals hid in the dense foliage of the night, and predators stalked in shadows. The only real songs of activity were the insects with their distinct sounds.

From the edge of his peripheral vision Quzon could sense the form of a tall, dour-face woman standing next to him. The Myrian woman wrapped in a black cloak which served to hide any of her bodies distinguishing features allowing her to blend in with the shadows. Only her hazel brown eyes seeming to emit a peculiarly disturbing aura; looking into Quzon rather than at the mixed-blood. The eyes were carefully examining him, yet her own questioning gaze revealed nothing about the woman’s feelings or intentions.

She watched Quzon where he stood in a low crouch examining lose soil and foliage on the ground. Even though he wore the attire of a Myrian, a simple leather vest and loincloth, she believed the man to be a specter. A ghost. His pale skin catching moonlight causing him to appear deathly. “What is it?” The woman spoke in a low toned voice, heavily commanding yet still managing to remain effeminate. Quzon’s pale green eyes shifted to look at his fellow fang member and clan mate, his cousin Zama of the Barbed EarthNPC wise, I just created this character on the fly though expect it to be a recurring character. is treating it like a stationary NPC. Skills being

Stealth-26
Short Bow-19
Wilderness Survival- 5
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While the rest of the war party had settled down for the night, Quzon was tasked to the night shift because of his adapted night eyes. While Zama worked as a scout moving through the wilderness unseen, Quzon filled the role of a ranger within the Taloba Army. To seek out danger, openly track and hunt prey for miles over rocks, and use his natural ability with animals to identify any immediate dangers to the war party such as big cats and exterminate them openly. No stealth, no retreat. His just was to be a pure unadulterated predator.

“Snake Tracks.” He spoke while standing from his crouch to his full six foot height. Circular chakram blade worn around his neck like a piece of jewelry, and axe holstered on his belt. Shoulders shifting to adjust the backpack he wore which was filled with his supplies, however the hunting knife apart of his tool kit was set in his right boot resting against his ankle to be a quick tool or added weapon if need be. “The swaying lines left behind on the ground is by some type of snake.” Zama walked forward to look down at the ground. “Dhani?”

“I am unsure, but from the looks of things it is close. The form of slide in the soil is fresh.” Quzon reached out to press his index finger into the crevice of the track. His finger dragging along the wet ground in the form of the tracks motion. The slide of the track shifting as if a snake pulling up its body into a bend and then straightening out; contracting and expanding. “With the floods of the Kandukta Basin lowering, Dhani within the water are forced to travel on land. It is why the war party is moving west after all. The closer we get I suspect we will find more tracks. In that direction.”

Zama nodded her head as she looked west. "I'll head in that direction. Scout it out to see if there is anyone lurking around." Quzon met her nod with one of his own as he turned back to the track. "I'll follow this trail, see if it leads to anything. Also set a few traps for food to eat for at day light." As soon as he turned to look back at Zama she was gone, a shadow in the dark.

With no further need to stand around looking for Zama, he continued his journey through the jungle. Quzon moved at a remarkably slow pace since was focused more on looking for tracks and signs of life. Entering a low crouching stalk to blend in with the darkness, each of his steps were calculated and deliberate enough to avoid stepping on anything that would scare away any game. However, he couldn't avoid everything as every other step a twig snapped underneath him.

His attention was swiftly diverted as he found himself looking at a fallen moss covered tree trunk. Along the length was a depression of what appeared to be human foot prints in the moss. Examining the log closely as he picked up a piece of moss, feeling the dew on the disturbances. Fresh. Using his hand as a measuring unit, he took note of the size of the stride to the next foot print and also the size of the foot itself. Someone had clearly ran along it as his eyes followed the direction of the tracks. Small stature, most likely Dhani who had shifted from a snake. He felt no logic to connect the prints to a child because it was to late in the night for a Myrian youth to wander alone.

Quzon could not be sure of the origin of the foot steps, though felt the need to find the source. Trying to catch up to whatever made the foot prints. His right hand moved to grip his his throwing axe in preparation for danger. It took him a while as his slow movements seemed to be his downfall. Constantly finding rapid foot prints which caused Quzon to break into a rapid sprint to chase after the target. Eventually getting close enough to see a black silhouette of a small figure running away from him, unable to identify what it was as he moved to chase it down...
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Postby Kaie on September 8th, 2013, 3:29 pm

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She was in her glory, a smile of flashy white teeth for a moment in the moonlight as moss tickled between her toes. It covered most of the fallen logs in the jungle and even some of the stray stones. She leaped from the moist landing to the dirt and leave covered ground. Back into her run again, her pace was constant in even strides. It wasn't until she was really back into her rhythm that she heard the snapping of twigs. Immediately the Myrian woman turned her head to look over her should. She saw nothing, but the rustle of the foliage was unmistakable. Kaie had lived in these jungles all her life. The speed of whatever was in pursuit was quick. It wasn't as stealthy as muffled feline paws would be, nor as cumbersome as hooves. Just by the way it sounded, she knew there were feet after her. But whose? Dhani? Myrian?

A cold chill crept down her spine and a wave of foreboding rushed through her being like no flood ever could. Kaie's eyes went wide, pupils dilating to allow more light for vision. She kicked it into high gear and raced through the trees with a new intensity. Her footsteps became rushed and she hardly worried about the crashing she must've been making while she raked jungle leaves aside. Yet whoever it was was quicker and gaining on her. She couldn't escape. They couldn't have been more than a few yards behind her at best. Kaie grit her teeth, prepared to face whatever was about to hunt her down.

With a cry the Myrian woman turned with her spear held, crouched and ready to strike. Her expression was ferocious. Eyes betrayed nothing but defiance. She would not disgrace her clan by falling with fear in her eyes. Though what exactly was she up against?




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Postby Quzon on September 10th, 2013, 2:06 am

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It didn't matter how much of a disaster it was or how bad it seemed, there were moments where you simply couldn't look away. It was the same way with this. The ambient noise’s of insects buzzing through the darkness did little to rake on his senses, even as he found himself plunging deeper into the mass of vegetation where the high trees even blocked the moonlight. He welcomed the darkness like a close friend, wearing it like a second skin as his hand shifted to slide the handle of his throwing-ax into his belt, effectively holstering it to his body.

He sung his arms in sync , one shifting forward as the other moved back with his elbows bent to aid in his momentum. Breathing heavy as he inhaled through the nose and exhaled from the mouth. With his feet moving him forward, ever closer with his night eyes trained on the dark shadow within a shadow.

For one single, excruciating moment. He reeled back, watching as the figure turned to fight; that single act causing him to immediately seek some type of advantage over what appeared to be a weapon in its hands. “A spear?” He thought as he immediately began to plan a form of attack.

His eyes shifted from the shadow towards a incoming tree trunk that was to his right. Swiftly turning on the balls of his feet to make a sharp turn to hide himself behind it for only a moment. During the few short seconds behind the tree Quzon removed the twelve inch diameter flat piece of metal he wore around his neck, holding it on his right index finger as he began to spin the Chakram. Its momentum gathering as he spun the loop in at a rapid pace. Turning his body to make his way around the other side of the tree trunk as he ran at the shadow while spinning the circular razor sharp piece of metal.

While in the middle of his running stride, Quzon simply removed his finger from the center of the Chakram as it was spinning around his finger in a forward direction. Simply pointing at the shadow as the Chakram flew in the shadow-enemy's general direction. Keeping his ears open to hear what the blade would hit and where to retrieve it.

Quzon had no ‘true’ intention to kill whatever it was immediately, he simply used the throw as a distraction to aid him in closing the last of the distance. His right hand finding the handle of his ax to take a hold of it again.

His heavy run ending in a low crouch as he was only three meters away from, what appeared to be a Myrian girl? Possibly… until further notice he would treat her as if hostile.

“Drop your spear and make known your name and clan.”

His words spoken in fluent myrian. The words themselves stern and commanding, however he kept the deep reverberation of his voice low. Reminiscent to the growl of a stalking tiger, the tone suppressed to avoid drawing the attention of anything else out in the jungle.

In hindsight, if she was a Myrian child. It The mixed-blood would feel bad if he killed a Myrian with his 'kill first ask questions later approach'. However, he would worry about moral ethics of that later if it ended in such a way.

For now, Quzon simply raised his ax as he watched the Chakram still in flight....
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Postby Kaie on September 13th, 2013, 1:35 am

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Dark eyes adjusted to the night, Kaie glowered forward through the darkness. Though the night world was obscure to her, hiding truths and perils in the tendrils of shadowy embrace, the Myrian girl did catch sight one one thing. A tall, dark silhouette of someone racing behind her. Her pupils dilated at the realization the threat was indeed real. This was no jungle cat or mischievous primate following her through the thickets. This was another kind a predator. And as soon as it seemed to see her turn its way with her weapon in hand, it slipped behind one of the trees. Obscured once again the jungle. She was left with an overwhelming feeling of unease. Like watching a flash flood rush toward an exposed village. Kaie's mind raced and adrenaline sent a new wave of energy and defiance into her body. Still she alone and discovered in the jungle. This was a huge disadvantage with an enemy she couldn't even identify. Was it a one of her own? Could it be a Dhani who dared cross the boundary between warring parties?

Bronzed fingers flexed and relaxed in a rhythm as she waited. Eyes darted back and forth along the tree line, hoping to catch a glimpse. To notice the concealed enemy before it could get a better jump on her. Hugely unbalanced and not quite adept with her weapon, Kaie did her best to seem threatening. Her stance was good at least. She could only hope she appeared like she at least coukd know how to use the petching spear. Her teeth clenched and her heart raced. The Myrian girl almost wished whoever it was would just rush at her and get it over with. It sure as hell beat all the painful suspense.

Oh come out, you petching coward!

As if in answer to the challenge voiced in her thoughts, the shadow leaned out from his hiding place. He seemed to point at her, just a simple meaningless hand signal. Then she saw in a split second Leth's light glint off that of something metallic. Kaie's eyes practically bugged out of her head in sudden panic at the sight. She crouched low to the earth and half side stepped, half dove to her right. The metallic object whizzed past her far to her left. Only a few seconds after did she hear the objection of the plants it hit on its way into the ground. Kaie then scampered back to even out her weight. Balancing in her juvenile fighting stance once more. That's when the heard another bout of rustling that let her knew he was charging her position.

Her veins burned with heated blood of a young warrior, waiting for the fight. Hoping she would surmount the attacker and return home triumphantly. That Myri herself would favor her daughter in this night. One could dream couldn't they?

When she least expected it, the figure stopped ahead of her in a low crouch. Feral and primitive. Though it seemed Myrian in nature to begin with, she didn't trust the man until she heard the native tongue. Even then it would take some coaxing to get her to accept the fact he was truly one of her own and not an enemy. One can never be too certain this far out in the jungle.


"Funny thing for the guy chasing me in the dark to demand. Prove your loyalties first," The woman countered harshly with a sharp tongue, though not necessarily disrespectful. Her tone was tense and assertive, letting the unknown man know she would not readily lower her defenses so easily. The volume of her words were quick and spoken in strained whispers. Confidence radiated from her, perhaps causing any outsider to wonder if she was aware of the dangerous game she was partaking in. Then again in the world they lived in, could anyone really deem it foolish or unnecessary?

OOC:Sorry for the wait! Lack of time was effecting my creativity and I've rather not hand you garbage. I do hope this is adequate!
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Postby Quzon on September 18th, 2013, 4:22 pm

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Quzon growled again, a low guttural sound, at the female's words. He offered her a chance to lessen the tension of the situation by simply stating her name. The words that came out of the female's mouth only made it apparent that she barely grasped his reasoning, barely understood the situation, and managed to irritate him anyway. He stared at the tip of her spear aimed at him, warily watching the girl with curious outrage. "I..." Was the only word that he managed to voice when he heard something. A twig snap, the leaves on the ground being shifted, something was moving further away from them.

Quzon darted his eyes around trying to find whatever it was, trying to listen to the way it moved to find out what it was. His eyes couldn't find it, but the sound was distinctly familiar. A slithering underbelly gliding along the jungle floor. The situation was obviously tense and with the chase through the jungle, ax drawn, and chakram thrown, he couldn't blame her for being wary and decided to make a slight show of peace. Quzon finally spoke after a tense moment of silence. "I am on the hunt... woman." The last of his words carrying a hint of aggravation while he looked from the jungle shadows back to her. "Your tracks crossed with my preys and led me to hunt you. Senseless bloodshed of a fellow Myrian is a dishonor to Myri, a dishonor I do not wish to peruse simply from the confusion of the night."

Holding the handle of his ax under his armpit, Quzon cupped both of his hands together, forming a pocket of air in the middle of his palms with his thumbs directed towards himself. Opening up his thumbs to create a small slit as he touched his lips to s gap located between his thumbs knuckles. Blowing into his palms causing the sound of a bird call to cry out into the dark and echo into the night. To members of the Taloban army in the area would understand, mainly his Fangmates, that it was a call for danger.

Retaking his grip on his ax as he stalked forward towards the female. His eyes no longer trained on her as he walked past her. Speaking his name quickly in introduction. "Quzon of the Barbed Earth." Moving past her as he went to retrieve his Chakram. Following its path of plant devastation as it cut a nice path though a bush, his pale green eyes soon finding a large tree where an impact mark of splintered bark could be seen. Picking up the Chakram as it laid at the base of a Mikmik tree.

Picking up the weapon as he set the circular disk around his neck to rest on his shoulders. Even though he was happy to have his weapon back, his delight was paused as he noticed a massive snake track at the base of the tree. Fresh, clear, and distinct. Pressing his palm into the depression of the track. Quzon knew it was heavy, and from the crests of its slide in the dirt as it pushed its body forward it was clearly about thirty feet in length.

"A constrictor was here." He spoke to himself though his voice was loud enough for the woman to hear. Quzon spoke with a clear confidence in the tracks identity. He had seen enough of them squeeze the lives from others while out on patrol during his three years in the military. It made his decision to stay in the army, for this his extra fourth year, logical.

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Postby Kaie on September 24th, 2013, 2:31 am

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His irritation was plain as day, or better yet the lack of it around them. Her own narrowed eyes of muddy brown searched him in the dark hopelessly as if challenging him merely by expression. Kaie was having a hard time grasping what exactly was at hand. Why was he chasing her in the first place? She should be the one questioning and becoming infuriated at him! Her own jaw dropped, lips forming the words on the tip of her tongue to be used as weapon, when both of them were quieted by a noise. The woman's ears practically pricked at the sound. The sound of a third party whose alignment neither appeared to be aware of.

Immediately her head snapped in the direction of the disturbed undergrowth, searching the dark for anything. A shadow, a silhouette of some sort to give her and idea of what or who had been the source. Eyes flickered between the jungle and the man with skin as ghostly grey as Leth on a cloudy night. Considering he appeared his as bewildered as she, Kaie found no reason to suspect him. Though just like her, he was thinking. Listening and certainly hearing the iconic slither of something up to no good. What was it though? Just your average serpent or a hated Dhani? Or something else...?

Finally the mysterious man broke the silence and her concentration. His words were laced with his disdain for her (whether deserved or not) and finally she got the explanation she was looking for. At least he wasn't passive aggressive about his feelings. That much she greatly respected. Even if he did throw a chakram at her and rushed her like he was some kind of ax murderer.

On the hunt?

That's when it clicked. Her eyes widened some while he made the classic military bird call to whatever comrades were nearby. He was clearly from the ranks of the Goddess Queen herself. Born and bred in the Training Yard and subjected to the cruelties of enlistment. Instantly she saw him in a new light, one more with respect than unease or resentment. He mad passed Myri's tests and so she would grant him the dignity and honor he deserved. Perhaps she could start by not being so damn difficult. Easier said than done, and though she was hot headed and intense as ever, the teenager would do her best to comply. She could start doing that by actually giving him the title he first sought.


"Kaie of the Cutthroat Shadows," The woman said openly, continuing to watch him move about to retrieve his weapon. The way he wore it around his neck was clever, but there was no time to admire his weaponry. Already he was settled over a snake track. He was pressing into it and testing it, determining information from the print. To pray it was merely the average jungle snake they were dealing with was futile. Quzon had made it clear the enemy was near.

Kaie's clan was certainly the brutal type. Even as all Myrians took pride in ruthless, efficient violence, the Cutthroat Shadows took a special pleasure in it. Most notably, they were a reliable and active line of defense. A buffer between Taloba and Zinrah. With that in mind their whole jungle culture was cultivated around that single fact. Not only were the members drilled in the training of weapons and honing of survival skills, but there were additions to their repertoire as well. All along the border of their territory, the line between Myrian and Dhani, hung the skinned bodies of their victims. A silent and ominous warning to trespassers. They were the front line of Myri's war against the Ancient Enemy. It was in her blood to continue the tradition, all aspirations aside. This much she could lend her help in any way she could.


"Looks fresh. How can I help?" The woman crouched down across from him to inspect the tracks herself, looking up at him only when she voiced her question. Eyes shone in the moonlight, Leth dancing across her bronze skin. Her spear was clutched tight in her hand. Still there was no denying the conviction and sincerity in her tone. Both were Myrians and Children of Myri. If there was trouble afoot, she would stay and fight.


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