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Before head back to the clean up, Turrin decided to clear his mind at a nearly deserted archery range. However, to his surprise, he mets someone new.

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A Little Moment of Peace (Kimora)

Postby Turrin on June 2nd, 2015, 4:57 am

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Time Stamp: 6th of Summer, 515AV
Location: The Bent Arrow Archery Range
Who: Kimora
Theme & Seasonal Goal: Find a moment of peace in all the chaos.

Turrin could already tell the tensions in the city was starting to rise with the frequent mizaharquakes. Now everyone was trapped in the city other than the endal who still had to head out and provide for the city. The myrian had already been starting starting to lock his doors of his aeries for extra security. Also, the endal mentioned to Drusilla that she should carry a dagger on her at all times. It was for her protection. He didn't want to loose her like he lost Syveris, so if he was being a little overprotective so be it. When Turrin made it to the ledge of the Bent Arrow, the endal knew that he was taking a risk by venturing out onto such a narrow path with tremors plaguing the city. Looking up at the early morning sky, the endal saw the Syna starting to rise on the horizon. The colors the sky goddess gave to those people lucky enough to be a awake this early in the morning was truly breathtaking. The horizon had a aura of deep orange, but the layers above the orange layer was yellowish-orange and eventually the top layer was a dark yellow. The endal took a deep breath and noticed the goddess must be painting a picture because the clouds over Thunder Bay added to the painting's beauty.

Looking up into the sky, Turrin noticed the endal lucky enough to get out of clearing rubble were able to head out into the Unforgiving in search of food to feed the trapped city. Sighing to himself at the luck of those fortunate endal, Turrin adjusted his short bow and walked to the archery range. Normally, the range would be filled with early morning hunters trying to hone their archery skills before they head out to hunt for food for the city, but the range was deserted accept for him and the vultures who been flying around the city after the cave in. Turrin walked over to the younger dek arrow runner and said in Nari with a nod, “It must be boring morning for you?”

When Turrin got closer to the dek, the young man quickly got out of his seat and said with a shake of his head, “No endal! I have been busy sweeping the range or chasing the buzzards out of the range, so no it hasn't been busy.”

Turrin should have realized that deks constantly worked otherwise they would be punished by the upper castes if they stopped working. With the rock slide, the deks and the chiets did most of the heavy lifting while the upper castes stood around and supervised. The Valintar could give out the orders for endal to assist the clean up, but he never specified how the help would be given by the Endal. It was mess, and the half-breed was sick and tired of arguing with his caste to do something else accept standing around and barking orders. Only a few endal including himself got their hands dirty lifting rocks. Turrin figured that he would get a few bells of peace before he went out back to the clean up effort. When the dek came back with the arrows, Turrin gave the young man a smile and said with nod, “Thank you for your swiftness...” The dek eyes seemed to brighten when he was thanked by a upper caste for doing his job. It might be the the only time in his life that he heard it.

Walking to the firing line, Turrin strapped the ranges quiver to his hip and pulled out a arrow. Getting into his stance, Turrin widened his feet, so the heels of his boots were horizontal to each other and the toes were pointed away from the target. With his short bow in his left hand, Turrin placed the notch of the arrow on the bowstring and turned his hip, so the half-breed side was facing the direction of the target. Lifting the short bow, Turrin lined up the tip of the metal arrow with the center of the circular target. Pulling back the bowstring to the tip of his nose, the myrian readjust his shot, so the metal tip lined up with the center of the bulls-eye. Letting the bowstring go, Turrin watched as the arrow whistled through the air and hit the target dead in the center of the target. The endal knew that he needed to review the basics of archery from time to time, so he didn't get lazy. To maintain his skill level, he must sometimes have to sacrifice the fun shots for quality shots. However, he figured that he should try to split his first arrow in two because why not?
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A little Moment of Peace (Kimora)

Postby Kimora on June 3rd, 2015, 9:03 pm

She drew back, her elbow reaching her back as far as it could go - in this case - her ear. Taking a deep breath, Kimora releasing the bowstring.

She watched as the arrow flew through the air, never removing it from her sight until it hit the target with a satisfying thuwmp. Kimora sighed, it was still a little bit off from the center, but it was close enough for it to be a kill during a hunt; just a sloppy one.

It had been just a few days since the entrance to Wind Reach had been blocked and Kimora was already going star-crazy. The feeling of being out in the wilds of the moutains was always something she enjoyed; why wouldn't she? It how and where she was raised. So now that she was stuck inside the city, Kimora was almost void of any rational thoughts. Now, all she was thinking about was finding a way out of Wind Reach. Her only source of comfort was archery.

Kimora sighed to herself and went to go retrieve the arrow only to notice another arrow soar through the air. Well. It seemed like she wasn't alone anymore. She had been so deep in her self-pity that she had failed to notice the man who had entered the range.

Kimora hadn't met him before, she was sure. He was older than, she decided, but probably not by much; or at least he didn't seem to be that much older than her. She narrowed her eyes at him obvious height advantage; he tower over Kimora. Not only was he taller and more than likely older, he was well built. To Kimora, he seemed like a threat of sorts. He intimidated her, she would admit it, but definitely not to him.

She waited quietly for this man to shoot before speaking up. "May I retrieve my arrow now?" Kimora knew she sounded like a snot, using such a condesending tone of voice with a stranger. He was either an Endal or and Avora like herself since her was with her on the left side of the range. But no matter, using such an arrogant tone of voice helped Kimora lose focus on the fact that this man could probably drop kick her half way across the range.
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A little Moment of Peace (Kimora)

Postby Turrin on June 16th, 2015, 10:35 pm

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Pulling another arrow from quiver, Turrin got into his stance, placed the arrow on his bow, and lifted the short bow till the tip of the metal arrow lined up with the center of the target. The endal pulled back the bowstring till the butt of the arrow was at his nose. He held it there for a a few ticks as he realigned his shot and waited for the breeze to stop. He could feel his burgundy hair blow from side to side till the breeze stopped. When the breeze finally stopped, the endal took a shallow breath and released the bowstring on his exhale. Keeping the short bow in the air, Turrin watched the arrow fly through the air towards the target. Since there was a lack of wind, the air flew straight towards it's intended destination. As it got closer, the arrow struck the target with a loud twchunk. With a look of disappointment, Turrin saw the first arrow wasn't split in two like he intended. Turning to grab another arrow, Turrin saw a young woman with a look of annoyance on her face. The endal turned to face her, but he didn't say anything till she spoke.

Turrin raised a eyebrow when she asked to retrieve her arrow in such a tone that it sounded like his presence was annoying her. The endal's golden eyes burned a hole in the young woman's head and thought to himself, Do I have a sign on my back that says Please Disrespect Me? In truth, he could care less about the woman's opinion of him, but he was to tired from working moving rocks to deal with a disgruntled lower caste at the moment. Looking at the bundle of arrows at his feet except for one, Turrin set down his short bow, picked up the bundle of arrows, walked over to her, placed them at her feet. Standing up, Turrin said in broken Nari to her, “No need to wait for me to finish my shots. You can shot all you like. Happy?” Trying to be as pleasant as he could to this lower caste. Turrin gave her a quick smile, walked back to his short bow, and picked up the weapon. Suddenly, the Dek appeared by him again and asked meekly, “Do you need a new bundle of arrows?”

Hearing the Dek, Turrin turned around and said in broken Nari, “Yes. Thank you Dek...” Twirling the arrow between his fingers, Turrin walked up the the firing line and placed the arrow on his bowstring. Getting in his stance, Turrin turned his head to face the target once again. However, the dreaded wind was back, so the endal just stood in place till the breeze died down once again. Without moving, the endal glanced at the lower caste woman as he wondered what she was about to do next. Turrin couldn't help himself and noticed the young woman was quite attractive with her freckles to her long auburn hair. She was as small as most Inarta women, but she seemed well toned, so he figured the woman was either a hunter or some sort of physical trade. Regardless of the woman's physical attractiveness, she still disrespected him, so he wasn't going to make the first move and talk to her.
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