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Turrin and Azira venture deep into the Unforgiving in search of a lost hunting party

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The vast mountain range of Kalea is home of secret valleys, dead-end canyons, and passes that lead to places long forgotten or yet to be discovered.

Lost Souls (Azira)

Postby Turrin on September 16th, 2014, 4:54 am

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When Turrin felt the Azira behind him and heard her tell him that she was ready, the endal contacted Aponivi, Why don't you take it easy flying out of the aeries. No need for your usually acrobatics...

Aponivi immediately replied, Your coddling her, Turrin. Sometimes you need to push the chick out of the nest, so it learns how to fly!

Turrin rolled his eyes, chuckled to himself, and said nothing to the wind eagle. He knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere with the oversized bird. When Aponivi started to walk to the opening of the aeries, Turrin could feel a cool breeze coming down and into the aeries from the glacier above them. Forgetting that he forgot to tie his hair, the endal reached back and quickly tied his hair in a loose knot. Normally, he would have done it, but Azira had distracted him all morning. Setting his hands on the front of the saddle, Turrin tightened his legs against the side of wind eagle and bent forward in the saddle. When Aponivi made it to the edge of the aeries and jumped off the aeries, the endal glanced up without moving his head and noticed the drop from five hundred feet to the rocky surface of the side of the volcano. The wind eagle decided to free fall for about a chime, but the endal noticed the wind eagle was gradually opening his wings. Once the wings were fully opened about three hundred feet from the ground, the eagle started to quickly climb in altitude into the air. Turrin could feel his breakfast starting to churn his stomach when the force of gravity suddenly shifted in a small about of time. Eventually, Aponivi reached his desired altitude, and the wind eagle leveled out.

Looking up slightly, Turrin noticed that they were still facing Thunder Bay, so he contacted Aponivi in his mind, We need to go west my friend.

Aponivi brought in his left wing slightly and the great bird of prey started to turn gradually back towards the mountain. Turrin leaned forward and into the ninety degree turn. Once they were fully turned around, the endal saw that the trio were about two hundred feet over the top of the dormant volcano. The myrian saw smoke of the coming up from the city in the mouth of the volcano. He figured they earlier came from the hot shops of the Glass Reverie or the Arms Galley. It didn't take long got the wind eagle to fly over the city. Turrin knew that he wouldn't see much off the city because most of the Inarta city was located in the belly of the volcano. Once they passed the city, the myrian could see miles upon miles of mountainous terrain to the west, and without a cloud in the sky, the endal knew it would be a boring flight because he wasn't going to talk to Azira.

For the last two bells, Turrin flew in silence as he thought about the mission. The endal pondered all the possible reasons the avora would want to bring yasi to such a remote location. Also, he was curious why the endal who brought them to the location didn't go looking for them. Unless, he or she knew that the were going to be out there for a long time. However, he figured the endal did come looking for them at the forward camp, and when the hunting party didn't show up. The endal left without a second thought. It was a disturbing theory, but he figure it was the most likely answer. When Turrin saw the blue of the ocean on the horizon, the endal figured it was a could place for the trio to take a break. He knew there was a forward camp by the ocean, but he didn't want to Azira into a camp of endal. Knowing her, she would probably say something stupid and get herself into more trouble. As they got closer to the coastline, Turrin could see and smell smoke coming from the camp. There was about six different camp fires there, so he figured there was a wing fishing for tuna.

Turrin noticed a highland clearing in the foothills overlooking the ocean, so he contacted Aponivi, We should land and take a quick break.

When Aponivi landed Turrin in the clearing, the endal felt the gusts of wind coming up from the ocean were quiet strong and constant. Looking around the clearing, there was a far solitary lone tree in the clearing with a pair of two mountain rams laying in the shade. Feeling the heat of the day starting to rise, Turrin wondered if Syna must be excited today because the temperature in the clearing was quiet warm. Luckly there was a breeze otherwise it would be quiet uncomfortable. The endal looked back at Azira and said, “This would be a great time stretch your legs and relieve yourself before we take off again.” When Aponivi laid on the ground for them to get off, Turrin didn't wait for Azira to the protest before he jumped off Aponivi. The endal needed to go to the bathroom, so with his back turned to the woman, he walked to the side of the clearing, untied his burgundy bryda, and relieved himself off the side off the cliff.
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Postby Azira on September 17th, 2014, 10:08 pm

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It seemed an eternity before the Wind Eagle made any move at all and the huntress was left with her own thoughts in the silence that preceded it. Turrin and the eagle didn't need to communicate aloud after all so the teen had no idea what they might be saying to each other. Probably talking about you. She batted the thought away, not in the mood for her usual paranoia; it wasn't the time. Her focus became fixed on the opening to the Aeries, or what would be counted as the exit in their case and the movements of Aponivi towards it. What Turrin was doing was no concern to her and so no attention was paid his way at all as Azira gripped the saddle with her hands and the bird with her legs.

Then at last the edge came and it came to suddenly for the Avora to prepare herself, even though she should have had plenty of time to do so. They had dropped so suddenly, air escaping her lungs in a terrified gasp that was lost in the winds of their sudden descent. The raptor let itself fall, wings tucked in against its side so that it fell faster, dropping like a stone. The force of it pulled her backwards, threatening to pull her from the eagle's back but she remembered what Turrin had said. Her fingers locked in place, the tips digging into the leather of the saddle in a grip that wasn't going to be relaxed. Her thighs became tense, solid in their hold that was painful in her effort to remain on it. She fought against the force that threatened to rip her backwards, struggling her way into leaning forward instead. Then its descent began to slow, large wings unfurling from its body, extending outwards and catching the air currents. Aponivi shot upwards, launching Azira's stomach somewhere down around her knees. Its contents rose with the bird's rapid ascent, acid seeming to burn the base of her throat.

You will not throw up, you will not throw up, she told herself, willing herself to breathe evenly in through her nose, her mouth kept firmly closed. Her nausea subsided as her body got used to the rate of climb but it wasn't long before the Wind Eagle allowed its flight to level out, making the teen sigh quietly in relief. She was sure that Aponivi had done it on purpose although she couldn't be sure if it was his own idea, Turrin's or a combination of the two. It made no difference anyway. They changed direction, the Avora copying the Endal's movements as he leaned into the turn. He made it look so easy, even though he claimed to be a novice. How long had he been an Endal. At least, three seasons as far as she knew and that should have been ample time to pick up the necessary skill. He'd just been trying to make her feel better about her comparatively meagre eagle riding skills.

The only thing that the huntress had to occupy herself was the view and the chill that quickly numbed her flesh. She was glad that she had her katinu with her but she couldn't pull it close to her body as she wished to, unwilling to move her fingers even an inch from where they held onto the saddle. It was a long wait for the landscape to change. They went from the peak that housed Wind Reach to many more that were equally high and jagged with the occasional flatter valley between them. Smaller birds danced far below them, their small bodies unable to match the same heights as a Wind Eagle, content instead to carry out their flight formations far below them. The teen didn't spend too much of the trip looking straight down though, the experience too dizzying and disorientating, frightening the girl into thinking that she would release the saddle in her discombobulated state.

Eventually the sea came into a view after gods' knew how many bells, the expanse of blues and greens growing on the horizon a sign that their destination grew ever nearer. It didn't have much of a chance to grow closer, their mount circling its way down towards a gap in the treeline, coming to rest in the clearing. The huntress frowned doubting that the raptor was tired but as it settled itself down Turrin's words seemed to suggest that it was the riders who needed a break. True, her legs were locked to the saddle from stiffness and cold, her fingers much the same, but that didn't mean that she wanted to pry herself free and regain feeling only to have to go through the whole process again within a few chimes. The Endal clearly wasn't taking no for an answer, unsurprising giving his caste, sliding off the eagle's back as if he wasn't in any way stiff at all. She glared enviously at his back for a few ticks, hurriedly averting her eyes with an expression of disgust as she realised what he was about to do.

"We're stopping because he needs to stop. No kindness to me, she thought. The huntress made an effort to get off the eagle on the opposite side than the one the man had chosen. Her legs refused to cooperate and so she had to pry her fingers from the saddle and massage her frozen limbs before she could coax them out of their locked stance. When she could swing one leg over the saddle she allowed herself to slide from the eagle's back, landing clumsily and resting a hand against feathers to maintain her balance. She was too uncoordinated, too ungainly from her lack of movement. The teen would return to Aponivi's back when the half-Myrian did but for now Azira would content herself with bringing some life back into deadened limbs by walking back and forth along the bird's side.

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Postby Turrin on March 22nd, 2015, 5:48 am

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Aponivi large golden eyes watched Azira as she paced at his side. The wind eagle figured that it would be best to get to know the his traveling companion. Turning his great head to look at her, his large beak about three feet away from her tiny body. The wind eagle was curious the Inarta girl had the knack for telepathic ability if she didn't, the girl would stay a Avora forever. Aponivi opened his mouth slightly just to intimidate the girl into submission and sent a message firmly into the girl's mind, I hope you are enjoying the trip, Chick. I know Turrin sees a lot of potential in you as a fledgling endal, but I am not impressed with you at all like him. As a endal, you need to learn how to work with your other endal brethren, or you and the unfortunate wind eagle who picks you as a rider might end up dead on a side of mountain somewhere annoying. Than Flight Leader Naime, Turrin and I will have to waste our time to pick up both your rotting corpses from that mountain...understand?

Apoinivi waited for her response than he added in a much soft tone, Just remember if he thought you were useless. You would have never been summoned for this task, Azira.

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Looking out over the horizon, Turrin felt much more at peace out in the Unforgiving. There was no judging eyes accept for the person that he brought with him. Sometimes, he wished that he could just live alone out here with no responsibilities to hold him down. The chains Wind Reach had around his soul were suffocating him. It already took his Mother, Kaya, and Syveris away from him, and to make matters worse, his duty took him away from protecting Drusilla during the riots. In the end, he failed at the one job that he promised his sister, protect Drusilla. Putting his hands behind his head, Turrin watched a eagle sour past him. The raptor seemed free as it circled around the cliff face. The much smaller eagle seemed oblivious to giant wind eagle and the two humans standing on the cliff as it searched for food. It did not care about politics, relationships, or castes. It was just free to go about it's business in peace. Turrin started to understand what the wind eagle Edric Windgard was talking about during the height of the riots. It brought a tear to his eyes that he would never be free as the eagle flying in front of him.

Turrin wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked over to his party. As he got closer, he decided to walk a little slower because Aponivi must be speaking to Azira because he turned his head to face her. The endal decided not to interrupt the pair and went to his saddle bags the bags holding his camouflage leather armor. He knew from his time in Falyndar that it doesn't take much to break skin. A sharp blade, talon, teeth, or claw could easily slice through bare skin without much effort. The endal pulled out his armor and started to strap on the leather pieces onto his body. Since it took time putting on armor, it would give Azira time to rest because once they hit the ground. They will be moving quick through the forest to the forward camp on foot.

Once Turrin got his armor situated, the endal secured the saddle bags. Walking around Aponivi backside, Turrin looked at Azira and Aponivi and said in a firm tone, “When we land, Aponivi, you will scout the surrounding country side to look for any signs of human activity.” Looking at Azira, Turrin said in a equally firm tone, “You and I will go directly to the forward camp on foot and scout out the camp before Aponivi arrives. We will be moving fast through the forest, so drink up, Avora.” With his final words, Turrin took a long drink from his water skin, tossed the other half of the warm water skin to Azira, and got onto the back of Aponivi. Turrin waited for Azira to mount the giant eagle before he told Aponivi to take off.
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Postby Azira on May 29th, 2015, 10:05 pm

Life returned to her legs quickly. The nerves within them tingled, small shocks travelling up her legs with each step as feeling returned to the dead limbs. She paced to and fro and fro and to until life returned. It would be short lived. Once Turrin was finished... doing what he was doing then she would have to climb back on to Aponivi's back and have her legs stiffen up again in the air. It seemed such a waste of time but at the moment, the brief relief was welcome.

She reached the end of her pacing and turned sharply on her heel to pace the other way again. She took a quick step to the side, stifling a scream that came out as a loud gasp instead. The Wind Eagle had turned his head so that his sharp beak was a mere yard away from her, mouth open. She scowled at the raptor, placing her hands on her hips as she met the bird's eye. "You should watch where you put your beak!" she told him sternly. Her arms dropped to her sides and she started her pacing again, her expression remaining. "I could have walked into you. You could have sliced me to pieces." She'd only taken a step when a voice rang clearly in her head. Azira turned back to regard the bird with her eyebrows arched as she received his message.

"Turrin doesn't get to decide if I become an Endal, a Wind Eagle does. Unless I become Endal, I don't see why I have to be cooperative with anyone. Besides if I end up dead on the side of a mountain, why does it matter what happens to me?" she responded calmly. The fact that she was being impudent to a giant raptor who could easily strike her dead didn't occur to her. To her, he was an extension of Turrin and while the bird had talons and a razor sharp beak, she couldn't help treating the mount in the same manner she treated his rider.

The bird's response was unexpected and she accepted it with a snort. "Yes, he seems to have faith in me for whatever reason. I gather that you don't though. Not agree with your Endal?" she asked softly, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards. She resumed her pacing, which was when the Endal himself decided to put in an appearance.

"The magnificent Endal returns," she muttered under her breath as the half-Myrian gave out orders. His tone of voice towards her rankled just like when anyone else commanded her. She really didn't like it and the huntress would much prefer to tell him where he could go rather than have to obey them. She hadn't asked to go picking dead bodies off the mountainside. It wasn't nurturing or acknowledging whatever potential he saw in her, it was dirty work she'd been given. He'd probably have her deal with the bodies when they found them too. It would have been better if he'd brought a Dek or two but he suspected that he'd rather get some revenge for her public impudence and violence towards him in the Kitchens.

She caught the offered water skin easily and downed its contents despite having a skin of her own to use. She tossed the empty vessel into one of the saddle bags before she clambered back onto the raptor's back. Once she was secure they were off again and Azira was left to dwell on what they'd face once they reached their destination. They were going to be left alone with each other on the ground while Aponivi was airbourne and she was certain that the mixed blood would try her patience. Hopefully they could reach the Forward Camp without ripping each other to shreds or meeting the same fate at the claws of some predator. If it could just go smoothly then they would soon be going their separate ways. Whatever they were getting themselves in to, the huntress had a funny feeling that it would turn out to be as straightforwards as it seemed. In her experience, it rarely ever did.
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Postby Turrin on June 23rd, 2015, 4:45 am

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When Turrin felt Azira mount behind him, he nudged the giant raptor with the heel of his boot. The raptor started to move towards the edge of the cliff and jumped off into the clear blue skies. Turrin leaned forward in the saddle as the raptor let himself gain speed by falling for a moment, but he eventually he started to open his giant wings and started to ascend into the cloudless sky above the mountains of the Unforgiving. When they reached their desired altitude, Aponivi opened up his massive wing span and rode the jet stream to their destination. Another three bells past before he could see the Western Sea in the distance. Turrin mentally contacted Aponivi, Why don't you look for a clearing about a mile away from the forward camp. I want you to scout the area for any signs of the avora's camp while we make sure the forward camp is secure and void of transients...

Aponivi didn't take long to respond, Alright, I will meet you at the forward camp in two bells. We should make camp because I doubt we will have time to look for the avora's camp before night fall.

Turrin respond with a nod of his head, Alright I will see you in two bells.

Aponivi flew for about another half a bell, and Turrin could smell the bitter smell of salt hanging in the air. Eventually, Aponivi flew over a large clearing about a mile or two from a large mountain, so he started to circle the area and looked for a place to land. As Aponivi circled, Turrin noticed the grassland was littered with large boulders ranging from twice the size of the wind eagle to half the size of Azira. For a moment, Turrin wondered the reason for a large boulders to be placed in such a remote area far from closest mountain. Once Aponivi landed, Turrin got off the large raptor. However, he started to noticed the green flowering grass was up to the top of his ribs. The half-breed knew that he wouldn't have much trouble navigating the labyrinth of boulders, but the tiny avora might have trouble because the only part of body visible over the grass was the top of her head. Grabbing his quiver, Turrin made sure that he had all his broad tipped arrows and about five hunting arrows. Securing the quiver to his back, Turrin looked at Azira and gave her a helpful tip, “The grass is quite tall here, and it might get taller the farther we go. Stay close to me, I don't want us to get separated. If you need me to slow down, call out to me, and I will stop.

Pulling out his talon sword, Turrin secured the sheathe to his hip, grabbed his now empty water skin, and secured it to the other side of his belt. When he was ready, the myrian checked the bearings on his compass and noticed the arrow was pointing at the N, so it was pointing in the direction of the ocean. He knew that he needed to go west, so he turned himself in the direction the W was pointing at. Putting on his camouflage helmet, Turrin said to Azira, “Alright lets get going, Az.” Turrin didn't give her any time to protest her new nickname for her. He knew the feisty huntress would detest it, but he didn't allow her time too because he was already starting to march through the thick tall mountain grassland. As Turrin made his way through the thick grass, he occasionally glance back to see how his companion was doing. He knew if she was having difficulties with the terrain. She wouldn't ask him for any favors from him. Azira was to stubborn to ask for his help.

Turrin had to admit traveling through tall grass was difficult because he couldn't really look at the ground while he walked through it. Occasionally, Turrin would stumble over a small rock or uneven ground, so the myrian decided it would be best not to run in a area that he couldn't see the ground. All he needed was to sprain a ankle or worse in the middle of nowhere, and this whole operation would fail. Azira wouldn't have the motivation to go looking for the lost hunting party with out him there to encourage her. Eventually, Turrin started to notice a few trees starting to appear as they came closer to a edge of a forest. Suddenly, Turrin stopped and noticed the grassland started to slop down a tall gradual hill to a bank of small rock stream bed. From this vantage point, Turrin could see a vast pine forest stretching far to the shoreline. Turrin looked at Azira and asked with a nod of his head, “Alright lets look for a shallow point in the stream to cross than we will make our way to the forward camp.”
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Postby Azira on July 25th, 2015, 8:43 pm

The huntress mimicked Turrin's posture, taking her cues from the man to determine which way the bird was going to fly. Every tilt and turn the raptor made as it adjusted its wings and body to use the changing air currents, the teen followed it thanks to the advanced warning that Turrin gave her. It was considerably easier to hold on when the eagle was simply gliding, moving in a fairly level way. When Aponivi had to beat his wings, it became a bit bumpy but it was still easier to handle than when the bird turned and left her leaning off to the side rather than sitting up straight.

The journey seemed to take an age but the huntress didn't grow sleepy despite the early bell she'd risen at. On the contrary, the teen was kept very much awake by the journey. The wind whipped against her body, chilling her limbs and making them numb and stiff in spite of her katinu, which was meant to keep her warm to some degree. She looked forward to when they could land and she could stretch her legs. No doubt, she'd find herself in a good deal of pain when they finally stopped but it would pass quickly and was far better than remaining in one position for so long in the cold.

The scent of brine permeated the air, signalling that they were nearing the coast. Azira didn't need her nose to find out that when she could see the light glinting on the water's surface when she peered around Turrin. It wasn't long until the dire raptor was circling and searching for a place to land. She peered downwards searching for a sign of the Forward Camp before she recalled the Endal's insistence that they land away from the camp and approach it on foot. His logic seemed flawed to her, a Wind Eagle was well able to look after itself and if there were people there, they'd have to be mad or stupid to consider attacking one. She knew their strength and she had not forgotten the rescue that Mohya, Lavira's eagle, had carried out when she saved them from wolves. She'd done a excellent job of shredding them to bits with her talons. If Turrin thought Aponivi couldn't look after himself then he was even more stupid than she'd believed. She didn't know how that was even possible.

They finally landed, the Avora sliding from the mount with relief. Her view became abruptly grass-filled no matter where she turned. This was problematic but something she could deal with the help of her knife and her hands. She set about gathering her gear and reattaching it while Turrin did the same. His friendly advice was met with a scathing stare although it was somewhat hampered by the fact she was glaring upwards out of a grass jungle. She could see him well enough and he ought to be able to see her. If she had something to throw then she would gladly have left a dent in that thick skull of his.

"I am not a child!" she snapped, well aware that she was barely taller than many of the Yasi. "I can walk through grass," she finished through gritted teeth.

Stay close to him! He seemed to think that she needed his guidance and she wasn't sure if that was because he thought of her as a child due to her size or looked down on her for being a woman. She'd known some Inarta men to do that when it was obvious that women were just as capable as them.

Women run Myrian society. He shouldn't look down on them, she reminded herself.

His nickname for her was met with the grinding together of her teeth that was accompanied by a venomous glare. She could be patient. She could bide her time and wait for the right moment to get her revenge. She just needed to hold her volatile temper for now so that the revenge would be better. Not a word of protest passed from her lips as she followed him in silence. The huntress stepped carefully, her height giving her an advantage that Turrin wouldn't possess; she had a good view of the ground.

The grass was forced to the side with her feet, the girl trampling it quite flat before she moved forward. Unlike Turrin she didn't trip and her approach for navigating through the grass made it easier to keep up with the slow man. It was still a relief when they became free of it, grass being replaced by forest, especially after having had her foot go down a hidden rabbit hole. The forest could be as treacherous for your feet but at least they'd have a clear view of where they were going or so she hoped.

They needed to cross the stream and that should be easy enough. She stepped around the man, intent on getting this done herself rather than relying on him. She didn't need him after all so why act as if she was reliant on him? There wasn't a hope in Hai of that happening. She moved at a rapid pace down the bank, searching for a spot where the water wasn't as deep. Water could be deceptive though so as she walked, she picked up a pebble and threw it into midstream as gently as she could muster. A pause as she waited to see how it landed and then she moved onwards.

It didn't take long before she found a shallow point. A number of stones peeked out above the stream and they could be used as crossing points if ones was careful. There was no point getting your feet too wet and though the stones were slippery with water, it was still the best option in her mind.

"Here," she declared triumphantly, pointing at the area in case the man was too blind to see it. "Slippery but better than cold feet." Azira moved right to the water's edge, a foot extended to test the firmness of the nearest stone. A bit of a wobble but she thought she could manage. The huntress commenced her balancing act, the first set down easily enough, the next extended outward in an attempt not to fall over as she made sure the next foothold wouldn't slip out from under her. A stone was tested and shifted and she redirected her foot quickly as she was nearly overbalanced. It was a fast crossing as the stream wasn't too broad although it had been too broad to risk a leap across.

She turned to watch how Turrin would fare being taller and heavier than her. She waited with arms crossed, secretly wishing that he'd fall on his arse.
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