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While tracking, Kiva realizes she's the one being hunted.

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A Bloody Silence

Postby Kiva on January 16th, 2016, 3:35 am

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60th of Winter, 515 A.V
The Sea of Grass

Winter presented a number of challenges in the Sea of Grass, but the Myrian was beginning to see its perks as well. Tiny footprints in the snow looked freshly made, the space between them short. 'A small animal, easily hunted, Kiva thought. "What are you?" Kiva muttered, her voice as soft as the gentle wind. She crouched to get a closer look at the prints. 'Little padded feet, small nails. A rabbit? A fox?'

She began to look for other clues, things she might have missed, or were otherwise hidden. The snow wasn't overly disturbed, which made her think this animal wasn't in a hurry. Nothing had been hunting it. The bushes nearby were sparce, mostly jagged twigs little to no foliage. Any fruit or nuts that may have survived the cold were either gone, or their faint residue lay on the ground. When she studied the branches, she noticed small gnawing marks. 'You're a rabbit, aren't you?'

Whatever had been here had moved on. Kiva's boots crunched in the snow, and she ducked under a low hanging branch that had cracked and broken from the pressure of ice. Snow fell on her shoulders and she dusted the white powder out of her hair. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Silence wasn't something the Myrian cared for. Not total, void-like silence. She felt it was unsettling. More than once, she looked over her shoulder, allowing her paranoia to distract her from her hunt. An eeiry feeling washed over her and her dark eyes darted. She felt.. exposed. Watched.

But there was no one else. No movement or sound other than herself. Snow stretched as far as the eye could see, and in this moment, she felt lonely. There wasn't a memory of living in Taloba were she could recall such a lack of sound. There was always noise - Myrians bickering in the market, drums beating, fires burning, war cries and the sound of children playing. The jungle was alive with the trill of birds, the chirping of insects, the hiss of snakes. Here...things lay buried in the snow, waiting until the cold passed. It was a depressing realization.

Kiva kept her focus on the tracks, following them past the trees and into an open field. A burrow was the only explanation to her; someplace the animal could hide in such an environment. She guessed there had once been tall grasses that would have given adequate cover in the warmer seasons, hence the name of the place. Now, inches of snow spread like a heavy blanket over the vast expanse. White was far as the eye could see... and red.

Squinting, Kiva took a slow step towards where the tracks ended, spotting a crimson stain splattered messily against the pure ground. The snow was disheveled heavily the closer she moved, and tuffs of matted fur that had been pulled from the animal were a haunting omen.

Something was killed here, but what, and by whom, Kiva was unsure. There were no other print which suggested it had not been another land creature. A bird of prey, maybe? The Myrian circled the evidence, stopping when she noticed something obscured by the trodden snow.
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A Bloody Silence

Postby Kiva on January 21st, 2016, 12:58 am

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There were another set of prints. Human? The second pair looked like a person's although something was off. Were those... claws? Kiva leaned close, running a finger along the indention. "This was no other hunter..." Kiva reasoned, confused as to why she had not see prints before. What was this? She looked around, trying to find some other detail, a piece of evidence to give her an idea of what happened. What creature was involved? As she looked down again, something flashed in the corner of her eye. A shadow raced across the snow from above. She jumped backwards, searching the skies. A dull winter grey, fat grey clouds obscuring the sky. But sure enough there was a black form, circling from above. Kiva squinted, stepping back to get a better look. It was growing closer, descending at an increasing rate. At last, it swooped forward and lowered itself to the ground. The creature in question was humanoid, covered in a layer of grey fur and from its back sprouted bat wings that sent powerful gusts of wind as it lowered. When it reached the floor, it did so with grace, stepping forward. It was a male, adorned in black pants. It hair was also black and when it raised a hand to its chin, Kiva saw the talon like claws that sprouted from his fingertips, deep and alluring, "My, my," he said in accent like none the Myrian had heard before, "Aren't you a delicious little treat."

Snatching the kris that hung from her hip, Kiva held it out in warning. "What are you, savage?" She kept her gaze level, preventing her voice from wavering in fear. In front of her stood a creature from an evil god. Some deformed poor soul who needed to be put from his misery. May Myri allow her to kill him quickly.

The man simply laughed at her question, making a show of flashing his pointed canines and catching a glint of light on his red eyes, "But what of you? Where do you come forth from? Have you never seen a Zith before?"

Kiva had not. She answered with honesty, "I am Kiva of The Crimson Sun, a child of the goddess-queen Myri." The young woman eyed him wearily, following his movements and responding with her own when he tried to circle her. Kiva snarled at him, leaping forward and striking.

The zith dodged the attack, "The Crimson Sun? That's an interesting name. Tell me, Kiva, how would you like to be my pet? I've never had a Myrian before."

She swung at his arm, matching his body language with her own. Squared shoulders and a tense jaw, the two began to dance with Kiva throwing attacks and the zith evading them. After a few more failed attempts and the beginning signs of her arm growing fatigued, Kiva slowed down.

'Conserve your energy.' Just as she started to slow, the Zith took over, slashing at her. Kiva shifted her blade, deflecting the blow with her weapon. Each strike left her wide open, nearly knocking the kris from her hands. But the demon did not take his shot. Instead he continued to toy with her... He was testing her.


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