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This Forest is a Jungle (Quzon)

Postby Rinya on September 25th, 2013, 1:44 am

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Day 14, Season Fall, 513 AV



There were many kinds of forest. This fact was nothing new to Rinya. In fact she had lived amongst the trees in Sylira for most of her life. Trees usually brought a sense of peace to her. But there was something wrong with these trees. They were much too pressed together, blocking much of the daylight from the ground. The forest took on a shadowed presence, and it unnerved her greatly. Everything seemed to move of its own accord, and Rinya was not meant to be in such a forest—a cage in its own right.

But worst perhaps was the heat that came with the thick trees. Rinya seriously wondered how Syna could heat the forest without the light being able to reach inside it. The humidity wasn’t any better though. She considered it pure luck that she had braided her hair back, otherwise it would stick to the sweat on the back of her neck. All of the current factors left Rinya in one mood—cranky.

She was a creature made for sky and ocean. The closest she was to trees was sleeping in them when she had to. But trekking through this forest for hours on end was grating on already thin nerves. But the forest was never ending, and Rinya was beginning to dread the worst. Not only was she terribly lost, but she had the feeling she was starting to wander in circles. Trees and moss were blending together into a green fog nearly right before her eyes.

Rinya grumbled under her breath in annoyance. Lost, sweating, and completely in the wrong attire for her current state, Rinya tugged at her peach colored dress a little. It clung to her like a second skin, and Rinya could only be grateful that it wasn’t a full length dress—or she would have given up wandering in circles completely. It was fortunate for her that her quiver was strung up across her back—though she was a little worried about her bow. She hadn’t treated it for this amount of moisture and it was bound to warp the wood at this rate.

Flexing her fingers around her bow, Rinya came to a stop next to a fallen tree. Judging by the looks of it, it had been down for quite some time. If she didn’t get her mind off her current situation if just for a moment, she was going to scream. And she really didn’t want to find out what else was in this forest. Here she was at her weakest. Her vision was bland from the lack of light, and everything set her nerves on high alert.

Rinya drew an arrow from her quiver, examining it closely before sighing harshly. Stepping back from the tree, Rinya raised her bow. In a fluid, practiced movement she nocked the arrow, pulled back… and moments later released. And missed—completely. Rinya felt her jaw drop. That was not possible. Sure the wood of her bow may swelled slightly due to the air, but her aim couldn’t have been that off!

Gritting her teeth, Rinya felt something nag in the back of her mind. That she was missing something important, and that was why she had missed. But she just couldn’t see what it was.
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This Forest is a Jungle (Quzon)

Postby Quzon on September 25th, 2013, 2:48 am

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Day 14, Season Fall, 513 AV


There were many things that a man thought about to escape the world of the waking. Allowing the mind to find all of the good in someones life to slowly lull the body into a relaxed state. However, once the mind was lost to the dreaming, the subconscious mind started to also allow the darkness to move to the forefront. All the things that could form the very essence of a nightmare and twist memories into more savage, horrible things that he would come to know to be awful new horrors that he could never have imagined existed in a dream, after all. If you thought that 'they' were after you, you would do what you had to to survive...

Quzon found himself suddenly running. He didn't know why, or what he was running from, or if he was chasing a target. In confusion his light footfalls swiftly slowed until he made no sounds at all. Standing in a low crouch as he tried to sort out his confusion. His green eyes searched from bush to bush, tree to tree for any sign of movement in the jungle vegetation. For some strange reason his hand started to hurt, and the sensation that caused him to ignore the jungle to glance down to his right hand. In his pale blue hued right hand the mixed blood held onto the wooden handle of his throwing ax with a grip full of lethal intent. It was a grip that wished to be used to bash in skull, cut off arms, and remove heads from necks.

He couldn't understand why he held such fear in his heart, or why he was in the jungle without his pack of supplies. Only dressed in a simple loincloth to cover him as he allowed his tattoos to show freely like a shirt on his skin. His free hand lifted to his neck to touch his collar bone and found that his chakram was resting on his shoulder and looped around his head. A smirk tugged at his lips as he was glad that at least he was well armed. Willing to fight anything that wished to view him as prey in Caiyha's domain.

Whoosh...


The blur that cut through the air inches from his face caused Quzon to freeze where he crouched. Eyes narrowing moments later as he came to a realization that someone had fired an arrow at him.Glancing in the direction of a large bush that the arrow had cut through on its path to his direction. Someone was on the other side. Keeping his low crouch, he stalked forward making his way into the bush that hid his body once he was within its slender branches and large leaves. The entire bush shaking as he looked out through the bush to see who it was that tried to kill him.

Who he saw caused him to quirk an eye brow in curiosity. It was a woman in a dress near a toppled tree who, in his opinion, seemed completely out of place. His eyes lessening their ire as he stepped out from the opposite side of the bush to appear to her, like some type of jungle phantom birth from the jungle itself. His Ax lowered as he walked right up to the woman, lifting his left tattooed arm and placed his palm on her cheek. Allowing his palm to rest on the arch of her jawline while his thumb stroked her cheek lightly.

Intently staring her square in the eyes and spoke with a deep tone that reverberated through the air. "If you want to kill someone, be sure to kill swiftly with your first strike or look your enemy in the eye before attacking." In truth, he knew he should have killed her on sight. However, in the back of his mind he thought she looked like a jungle flower. Bright, and lovely as it stood out from the endless green. Still, his grip on his ax was tight even as it was lowered to his side and ready to strike.
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This Forest is a Jungle (Quzon)

Postby Rinya on September 25th, 2013, 4:44 am

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Day 14, Season Fall, 513 AV



Rinya was becoming increasingly used to the shifting shadows across the forest floor. Her mind felt like a jumbled mess. For some reason, it bothered her greatly that she missed the trunk of the tree and it wasn’t even entirely her fault in the first place. The tree wasn’t important however—but it seemed like it represented her current predicament. There was no way for her to find her way out of the forest unless she shifted and left her things behind. And then that also left her very vulnerable. Rinya took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

And that’s when she noticed it. Or rather him. She had been so intent on her own problems she forgot the first law of any wilderness. Do not let your guard down. Rinya’s eyes flew to his shape. As handsome as he was… he was also very nearly naked, and large. Rinya took in the amount of skin and muscle, until her eyes landed on the ax he was carrying. Her insides suddenly felt frozen. There was no way this was happening! And while he happened to be lowering the ax, Rinya realized she was in a lot of trouble. Other than her training with a bow, she had no experience in fighting. And the man was so much bigger than she was; there was little doubt who had the advantage.

Rinya dropped her bow reflexively as he approached her, however she still couldn’t seem to move her legs. Fleeing would be a very good idea about now. In fact that was all her instincts would tell her. But the man simply reached out—touching her face as if it was an everyday occurrence. While Rinya probably would have labeled the man for a brute, he was surprisingly gentle. And the gesture was familiar. Which was ridiculous because she didn’t let men touch her. Actually, men generally didn’t approach in such a fashion to begin with.

"If you want to kill someone, be sure to kill swiftly with your first strike or look your enemy in the eye before attacking."

”What?” Rinya mumbled weakly, as if she hadn’t used her voice in days. Why was he staring at her like that? Rinya swallowed thickly before her shock finally seemed to catch up to her. Her behavior felt like a switch. Meek and timid one moment, before she flared bright the next. Reaching up, she roughly pulled his hand away from her face, glaring hard at the man.

”What in the world are you talking about? I haven’t tried to kill anyone. If I wanted someone dead, they’d be dead.” Okay so with her current skill with a bow, she’d be lucky to hit someone, much less kill them. But she couldn’t help appreciate the fact that he was still armed while she was not. Clearing her throat, Rinya let out a rough breath and stood her ground. There wasn’t much point in trying to flee—yet.

”Don’t touch me again.” There was no threat in her tone; Rinya just simply felt the need to make it clear that he wasn’t welcome to. With the intense stare of him, Rinya decided it might actually be best to put a little… distance between them. She stepped back, only to have her back meet a tree. Rinya closed her eyes for moment. Just her luck wasn’t it?

”Where did you come from anyways!?” The frustration in her tone was evident. Rinya might have even flinched, if she wasn’t having such a bad day. So with little else to do, Rinya fixed her golden eyes on his. She was completely intent on not backing down. Not with this man… no matter his advantage.
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This Forest is a Jungle (Quzon)

Postby Abstract on September 25th, 2013, 9:55 pm

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OOC...Uh...Hi? Anyways... this isn't odd enough!

While the two talked- or argued, rather, the scenery around them slowly began to melt. Bits of leaf, which now looked more like green paint then organic material, dripped off the dense trees and soaked into the ground, Bit by bit the canopy shrunk and dyed the earth an unnatural mix of browns and greens. Actually... with this pattern, it really did look like paint, with the various swirls and mixes that an artist would create for show. It looked like it was raining green, except the rain wasn't coming from the cloudless sky. It was coming from the branches and trees themselves.

The change was slow, only noticeable by the steady dripping of the 'paint', splattering quietly onto the oddly smooth ground. The only other differing thing was that small patches of bright blue would appear in the sky, lighting up the dank forest with rays of sunlight... except, as hard as they looked... they would find no sun. However, in their current sleeping state, it wouldn't seem as odd as it would normally. Heck... it would almost seem natural.

ImageAfter a chime or two, a rustle could be heard from the bushes. If either of the pair glanced over, they would see a tall wolfhound walk casually towards them before sitting just between them, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He would look at Rinya, then Quzon, before stating like it was the most obvious thing in the world: "It's Raining." He stared up at one of the blue patches, seemingly watching the paint-like stuff drip slowly onto the forest floor. After a moment of silence, he would glance back at the two humansOk you're technically not humans, but you LOOK like them... and your more human than him, at least. with an odd smile on his face, if that was even possible. "Morning! I like rain. Do you like rain?" He seemed genuinely curious on the fact, happy to be speaking to two as intelligent as himself in this odd dream world.

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This Forest is a Jungle (Quzon)

Postby Niall Hammerfist on September 26th, 2013, 4:01 am

Niall was walking. All his peching life, walking. His body felt ethereal, like he had too much to drink without the euphoria. He felt weighed down, and he realized why. In his arms he carried the body of his first love. Yalani’s dead body hung limply in his arms and he felt numb. His cheeks were cold with salted tears. He was tired, which seemed odd since somewhere in his mind he knew he was asleep. Though, it made Yalani’s face no less beautiful and her cold body no less heavy.

He squinted against the wetness hitting his forehead and stopped in his tracks, watching the rain fall from a cloudless sky. He let his exhaustion overcome him and he fell to his knees nearly dropping Yalani in the process.

He exhaled strongly, letting his pain out with his breath and looked down upon her porcelain face. She was serene, almost as if she were asleep. Niall brushed a few of her stray hairs behind her ear and sobbed softly. He shut his green eyes to the pain and leaned down for a last kiss.

Accept her body was not there. When he opened his eyes again he looked at where Yalani had been and all that was there, was emptiness. He looked at his own arms, his black hand, and let them drop to the ground. After what seemed forever he lifted his head from the ache in his heart.

“Where am I?” he said to himself softly. As he looked about he realized that he was no longer in the wind swept mountains of Kalea. He found himself kneeling in a mossy forest… No not a forest, at least not the kind he had seen before. The trees reached so high that they hid the sunlight with their leaves, and long choking vines rapped their long sinuous arms about them as lovers might after their fall.

He felt lost and alone, until a large arrow embedded itself in the ground near his knee. Shocked he twisted into movement and bolted for the nearest rock. He peered into the dark wood, assessing the danger and waited. He looked at the arrow and followed its fletching to its origin. He watched that place carefully trying to be aware of any movement or danger. After a time of silence he moved out from the rock and into a tight stand of trees in a direction of where the arrow had flown from.

From the shadows of the trees, Niall watched as a large man moved stealthily away from him through the wood. He saw him carrying a hand axe, a large tattoo marking his shoulder. He felt his hip for his sword and found it was gone.

After he had disappeared from sight Niall searched for something, anything he might use as a weapon. At his feet he saw a fallen branch. Quietly he knelt and grasped the two finger thick piece of wood in his hand. He felt its weight and knew it to be hardwood. It would make a sturdy enough club, or perhaps a suitable sword. He took a deep breath and held the fallen limb in his divine hand. Shutting his eyes gently he gripped the end of the wood in his main hand and pulled. He felt Izentor fill his arm and he used it to shape the hard wood into a simple hilt-less blade. When it took shape he squeezed a pommel into the end and tested its weight. When it was ready he turned his attention to where the large man had gone, and followed.

And that was where he found them. They were an odd trio, standing together in a clearing in the trees, the rain gently falling on them. The large man, a beautiful woman, and a large wolf… no a Wolfhound all stood together and it was not the people that were speaking, but the dog. Niall blinked, a little confused. He had never heard a dog speak before.

"Morning! I like rain. Do you like rain?" Niall knew the dog was not speaking to him so he did not speak. Though oddly enough, he did like the rain. For now he watched quietly from his little stand of trees, wary to approach the strangers.
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