Can Thing's Just NOT Go Horribly Wrong for Once? (Zoya)

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Can Thing's Just NOT Go Horribly Wrong for Once? (Zoya)

Postby Sira on May 17th, 2011, 12:42 am

34th of Spring, 508 AV
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The twang of her bowstring sung out as the Avora released her arrow watching it fly between the trees, planting itself into the rabbit some distance off. Sira, not yet an Endal at that time, exclaimed, "Yes," as she ran across the clearing to retrieve her kill. She had joined a three day hunting trip, on the ground, to hone her skills. So far she had managed to snag a few rabbits, but had not come across anything bigger. It would be dark soon so Sira knew she needed to start setting up camp. Sira slung the rabbit over her shoulder and headed back to the spot she intended to camp, picking up a few dead branches along the way. It was going to be a cool night so she wanted a campfire, plus the sound of rabbit stew sounded pretty good to Sira. Technically she didn't have to cook her food, her kelvic stomach could easily handle raw meat, but Sira was in the mood for a nice warm meal. It took her maybe ten chimes to make it back to camp and by the time she got there she had one rabbit dangling from a rope on her shoulder, a handful of dried branches and twigs, and a flower she picked up along the way.

The first thing Sira did when she reached her camp was to start a fire. Sira had gathered up a few decent sized branches on the way back, but she would need more to keep the fire going well into the night. She also needed some smaller twigs for kindling. Luckily she had her flint and steel to light the fire, so there would be no tedious rubbing of sticks for her that night. Sira searched around the perimeter of her camp, gathering what wood she could find along with a few handfuls of twigs. Afterwards she spread her search a bit wider, collecting more branches and the occasional log. At one point Sira thought she spotted some deer tracks, but she had left her bow at camp, and it was getting dark soon. Even with her eagle eyes she wouldn't be able to make out the tracks in the dark, so instead Sira noted the location in her mind so she could return to the spot in the morning. If she was lucky the deer would still be in the area, though not likely since Sira was about to make a fire.

With logs in hand Sira returned to her camp and dumped them on the ground, then proceeded to light the kindling she had gathered. A few scrapes of flint on steel and Sira had sparked up a tiny fire. It took some nursing but eventually Sira had a decent fire going and was able to turn her attention to her rabbit. The first step was getting rid of the fur. Sira plopped the rabbit down on one of the logs she had found and pulled out her knife. Skinning the rabbit was a bloody but essential process if one didn't want to be coughing up hairballs all night, and so Sira put knife to flesh and carefully began removing the rabbits fur and skin. Next was gutting it, which she also used her knife to do, tossing the guts to the side. After that was done Sira began chopping off chunks of meat for the stew. At some point she grabbed the iron pot she had brought along with her for just that purpose and suspended it over the fire, filling it with water from her canteen. Sira didn't know a thing about cooking, so she didn't know exactly what all to put in the stew. Figuring she would just try her luck, Sira grabbed up a few blades of grass and some green leaves for vegetables, threw them in the pot, and then added her meat chunks. Hopefully it would taste at least a little better than awful. Hearing a noise just outside the light of the fire, Sira assumed it was her hunting partner finally making it back to camp, and waved in greeting when she came into view. "All I got was rabbits, you do any better?"
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Can Thing's Just NOT Go Horribly Wrong for Once? (Zoya)

Postby Zoya on May 18th, 2011, 8:27 am

She sighed lightly as she tied up the fawn she had just spent 5 minutes hunting. Once Zoya was sure the body was secured she used her strength to pull it onto her back now happier than ever that this had been a swift kill with minimal blood spillage.

She was half way to the camp that her and her hunting partner had set up earlier that day when she came across some herbs that could be used for cooking. She had learned a little bit from her father who was an Avora Chef.

Zoya was.. alone in the dark. Slowly making her way back to a camp that she had set up and would be staying in with another girl some where near here age, or so she guessed. She had heard many things about this Sira girl she had been partnered with; some good, some bad. However, she had made the choice before they left that morning that she would not let those opinions of the girl make her biased.

She approached the camp and grinned lightly as she saw the girls attempt to cook. Her mother had been an Avora chef before she married her Endal father. She answered the girls question in a gentle voice, "I caught a fawn not far from here. Might have gotten her mother if i thought i could carry her... or if we could have saved her till tomorrow somehow.." This is when she finally looked in the girls pot and smiled lightly. She looked at Sira again and said, "Not bad.. could use some seasoning though." and dropped the herbs in with the rest of the stew.
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Postby Sira on May 19th, 2011, 12:33 am

"Probably a good thing you didn't shoot it then.. It'd be just our luck some wolf comes by and eats it, even if we did go try and pick it up tonight."

Sira breathed in the scent of the herbs that had been added to the stew, smiling appreciatively. It looked like their meal would not be so bad afterall. Sira didn't know much about Zoya, other than that she was a chiet, one of Wind Reach's commoners. Sirs did not know many chiet, being an avora herself, even though her own mother was a commoner. Simply being a Wind Eagle kelvic was enough to bump her up that high, but combined with her hunting and weapon skills Sira felt she deserved to be more. Sira had nothing against the common class, but most of then were usually too busy to bother talking with, much less form any kind of lasting friendship. Sira was actually quite surprised when she'd been told that Zoya was going to accompany her. Perhaps the chiet had some skill but just hadn't stepped up to prove herself yet and this was her test? Sira stirred the stew gently while Zoya situated herself then took a sip. "Still needs a bit longer I think."

The woman didn't seem to be nervous as most people were around Sira due to her nature, but perhaps she didn't know Sira was a kelvic. Regardless, Zoya had gained Sira's respect in bringing back the fawn. It proved she was a capable hunter afterall. Perhaps she would bond with an eagle one day and be elevated to the highest ranks of their society. Sira's other form was a Wind Eagle, and she did feel she should be elevated as well, but so far that had not happened. She was still young and needed more practice. Simply being able to fly and snatch things up wasn't enough. To become an Endal Sira would have to become more than what she currently was, which was likely the same thing Zoya needed to do. What was it that made the eagles bond with the Endal they chose, what qualities made those people so special, and most importantly how could Sira emulated those traits so she could prove she was worthy of the increase in rank as well?

She considered questioning the commoner on her thoughts on the matter, but the girl likely knew no more than Sira did. Still, Sira could not stand awkward silence. Pleasant silence she could take, but awkward silence she couldn't, and so to break the ice she opened with a simple question. "So.. Do you go on hunts like these often? I mean.. aren't commoners usually busy with other chores? Not that you aren't a good hunter or anything... I was just surprised to get you as a partner." Sira hoped that Zoya would at least be a little talkative. The daylight hours had been about business, so there wasn't much talking or even being in the same area really, but Sira hoped Zoya wouldn't be like so many others she'd met who were all about business no matter what. Sira could not imagine living life that way. All work and no play would just drive her crazy.

While she waited for Zoya to answer Sira stirred the pot a bit more, tasting the food again and nodding her head. "I think it's done," she said as she grabbed a pair of bowls and spoons from her gear and filled them with the stew. Sira handed Zoya a bowl of steaming soup before filling her own bowl and sipping at the broth. It was still very hot but tasted good enough, certainly better than it would have had Zoya not added the herbs. "Not bad," Sira said quietly after taking another sip, "I think those herbs you put in there did the trick." Sira leaned back against the log behind her, now feeling a bit more comfortable with a warm bowl of stew in her hands, and continued to eat peacefully. When she was about half way done she spoke again, "So I was thinking. Maybe tomorrow we should stick together and try to tackle some bigger game. What do you think?"
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Postby Zoya on May 19th, 2011, 9:53 am

Zoya set her things down and lightly sat on the ground sighing as she finally took her weight off of her tired and sore feet. Taking her hair out of it's braid she usually kept it in while hunting she watched her partner in silence. She hated that she had nothing to say, well really she did Are the rumors true? Are you really a Kelvic? but how rude that would be considering that would be the beginning of their first conversation.

Just as she finished unraveling her braid and began combing her hair she heard Sira ask her somewhat rambly question. She laughed lightly and said, "No this is my first partnered or group hunt, and so far i'm loving it." She shrugged lightly. "I do have chores but i'm sure there won't be too many people needing massages in the next two days that can't wait."

She smiled lightly at the compliment to her... makeshift cooking. She lightly commented, "My father was.. is an Avora cook. I picked up a little of his trade before he gave me up.. I also learned from the commoners that raised me. Also i think hunting together is an amazing idea.. maybe then we could catch a Doe or even a deer." She grinned lightly at the idea of the two of them hunting down a fully grown deer and eating it for lunch or dinner later.
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Postby Sira on May 21st, 2011, 12:21 am

Sira was thinking something more along the lines of a moose of even a bear, something that would impress everybody upon their return. But Zoya was not likely as experienced as she, perhaps they should stick to smaller game. A nice buck would be good though, Sira thought. At least it would be something substantial they could bring back with them, and maybe even have some for dinner if there was enough. If Sira had been flying at all she would have needed a lot more than just a simple rabbit to sustain herself, but she had decided she was going to spend this hunt as a human so some rabbit or deer was plenty enough to keep her full. Sira finished off her bowl of stew, and a second helping, before setting her bowl aside and leaning back against her log making herself comfortable.

"Well.. I think that's it for me tonight. We'll wake up early tomorrow and go catch ourselves something big."

The night passed by in relative peace, at least for Sira, who slept soundly and didn't wake once. Sira was used to the sounds of the wilderness so the noises of animals and birds did not alarm her. When the sun rose in the sky Sira rose as well, stretching long and hard getting the last bits of sleep out of her. Her butt and back were a bit sore from sleeping on the bare ground against a hard log, but it was nothing that wouldn't go away after moving around a bit. Sira grabbed a stick and poked around the ashes of the fire, making sure all the embers had cooled. There were still a few hot ones, so Sira tossed a few handfuls of dirt on top to smother them before tending to her gear. All she intended to bring was her hunting knife, talon sword, bow and arrows, and some rope to tie any game they caught. The rest of her gear could stay at the camp.

"You ready," Sira asked glancing over at Zoya. She wanted to get as early a start as possible, that way they had plenty of time to track down a nice big catch and bring it back all before dark. Sira was feeling good about the day, she was sure they'd find something. The weather was good, the temperature was good, she had a partner who seemed capable enough. What could possibly go wrong? Once Zoya was ready they set out in a random direction. The going was slow, since they had to be quiet and look for tracks at the same time. If they were lucky they would come across a set of tracks before it got too late in the day. If they were really lucky they would stumble on some actual deer instead of tracks. Sira wasn't the most skilled tracker either, though her keen eyes gave her an edge when it came to spotting things. After a bell or so the duo came across an imprint, a large hoof print. Too big for a deer, Sira reasoned, it might have been elk or a moose or possibly a wild horse. Any of those would be a good find. The moose or elk would make a good meal, the horse could be sold for the betterment of Wind Reach.

"Let's follow these a bit and see what we find."
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Postby Zoya on May 25th, 2011, 5:43 pm

Zoya nodded lightly at the idea of waking up early. She wasn't a morning person but she wasn't about to allow that simple fact to keep them from possibly catching something larger than the dinner they had just finished. Zoya had also gotten a second bowl of stew and had thought about getting a third but had decided against it, not wanting to sleep uneasily on a bloated stomach.

After settling down Zoya fell asleep quickly but only to wake up continuously during the night. She wasn't used to the sounds of the night being so close to her and so she was often stirred by noises of larger animals that were somewhere in the forest. She managed to fall asleep for the last time in the late night as everything stilled for the most part though she did not sleep as comfortably as she would have if she was home.

Zoya had just barely woken up when she heard Sira's question. She groaned lightly as she slowly got up and dusted herself off. After stretching some and popping her back she got ready for the day ahead. Once she was ready and her supplies were packed they headed off to who knew where in search of food. Zoya looked at the ground, not wanting to trip and hoping to find tracks as they went along. After listing to Sira she nodded lightly and said, "Alright.. sounds good to me."
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Postby Sira on June 2nd, 2011, 12:39 am

Sira and Zoya followed the tracks through the forest for some time. Their progress was slow, as neither of them were particularly experienced trackers, but the trail was a good one and they didn't have too much difficulty following it. Eventually the trail stopped next to a stream, causing Sira to come to a stop. After looking around up and down stream she looked to the other side, something she probably should have done from the start. Sira spotted the deep impression of hooves in the soft mud on the other side of the stream emerging from the water and continuing on into the forest. Glancing as her partner Sira pointed to the tracks then started undoing her boots. "Looks like we're going for a swim," she said as she pulled off the first boot, followed a moment later by the second. Sira considered holding the boots over her head, but the stream looked like it might be deep out in the middle and the current might be strong as well. After considering her options Sira simply shrugged and tossed one of the boots across the stream. The boot sailed through the air and landed on the dry bank across the stream with a thud. Sira smiled and threw her second boot which didn't make it quite as far, landing in the mud, but still clearing the stream.

Sira took a moment to check the rest of her gear and made sure it was all secure before plunging into the stream. The water was cold and felt good, and a short ways out he stream got deep enough that she actually had to swim. Kicking with her feet and stroking with her arms Sira swam across the stream. The current was strong and she was carried some way down before she made it to the other side. Once across she made her way back to her boots and stood drip drying while she waited in Zoya to catch up. The cool water dripping off her clothes felt good on her skin, but she knew it wouldn't be long before they were dry and the heat of the spring sun was warming her once more. When Zoya had crossed and was ready to go once more Sira grabbed her things and led the way into the trees once more. The trail was more difficult to follow and more than once they had to double back and find the trail once more. It was during one such doubling back that Sira and her companion came across the first sign.

Sira paused next to a tall tree, kneeling down next to it. She was studying something, and Zoya might have assumed it was just the tracks they were looking for except that Sira motioned her over. The track Sira was examining was not a hoof print, but that of a boot. Furthermore, there were drops of red blood on the ground trailing behind the print. The tracks veered away from the direction that Sira and Zoya were heading, but Sira could not just ignore what she had found. "Zoya, I think someone was injured. It looks like they were dragging their other leg, and the blood must be from some wound." At that moment a scream sounded not far away and Sira's head snapped up, "Whoever it is they're in trouble," Sira shouted as she jumped to her feet. "We've got to help them!"

Sira took off into the woods following the trail of blood. She didn't know if Zoya was following her or not and neither did she care. Besides the scream, Sira had heard another cry for help. One in her mind. A Wind Eagle had been harmed, and might even be dead, and there was no way Sira could ignore it. Secretly she hoped Zoya was following as she pulled an arrow from her quiver, because whatever had taken down an eagle and it's rider would likely be too much for Sira to tackle alone. They didn't have to travel far and when Sira burst into the clearing her jaw dropped. A group of four Symenestra surrounded a lone rider who was fighting for his life. Nearby lay the body of a large male wind eagle, arrows protruding from it's body. The sight filled Sira with rage. If Zoya was still with her she silently motioned that she was going to sneak around to the other side, then off she went pulling back her bowstring and making her way around to flank the symenestra. She moved as quickly as she could, having little honest concern for stealth considering the fiendish spider people were busy fighting the injured rider, and once she was in position she readied herself and took aim. Sira hoped Zoya would follow her cue and be ready herself.

Sira took a deep breath, steadying her shaking arm. She had never been in a real battle before, never taken a sentient life. But these Symenestra had downed one of the eagles, were tying to kill one of her Inarta brethren. They deserved to die. Sira pulled the string back an inch more, even with her ear. She sighted down the arrow, she could see the symenestra at it's end, and she released. The arrow zipped through the arrow and hit the symenestra in the leg drawing the attention of the others. The injured one shouted something and one of the uninjured Symenestra turned from the Endal and charged the kelvic. Dropping her bow Sira drew her sword and readied herself for the fight to come. She was nervous, she was sweating, but this was she had dreamed of for so long. A chance to actually defend Wind Reach. A chance to finally prove she was worthy of being an Endal.
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Postby Zoya on June 17th, 2011, 4:32 pm

Zoya followed Sira through the forest as they continued to look for the animal they had been hunting since earlier that morning. She began thinking about the books she would read when she got home, and the massages she would have to make up for. She sighed lightly as she shifted her sack on her back. It wasn't that it was heavy but it was slowly beginning to feel heavier as it continued to drag her down.

When they stopped at the stream Zoya set down her pack and sat down as Sira investigated. When Sira began undoing her boots she side knowing what was coming. Zoya also took of her shoes and through them, sighing of relief when they both landed safely on a bush. After repeating Sira's actions of securing her gear she made her way across, now happy that she had tied up her hair that morning.

After putting her shoes back on she followed Sira again only to stop at a tree a while later. This time Zoya looked around and noticed that the normally probably peaceful scene seemed somewhat wrecked if that was possible. Then she realized something. There were no birds singing, no animals scurrying about. Whatever had gone on had scared them all way.

When Sira shot of Zoya scrambled to catch up but then they ran together, toward whatever they might find. As they entered the clearing her jaw dropped and her hand flew to her mouth to muffle the small gasp that had fled from it. She saw Sira's sign but just barely, pulling out her arrows and her bow she prepared to die. Not all battles ended in death but she decided she'd rather be pessimistic in this situation. She watched as Sira shot her arrow and saw the Symenestra close in on her partner. Having of already prepared her bow she was able to easily shoot the Symenestra in the chest before he got to Sira. As she watched the creature fall she began to shake. I just killed a person.. a living breathing person... but it doesn't matter, they were going to hurt my partner and they're proving a threat to my people. Reloading her bow she bit her lip hard knowing that she'd leave there with a story to tell her grandchildren if she didn't die.
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Postby Sira on June 21st, 2011, 12:14 am

Sira looked surprised when an arrow suddenly appeared in the Symenestra's chest and he fell to the ground, the life taken from him on an instant. She didn't have time to be surprised for long though, the man she had injured moments before was suddenly in front of her, clawed fingers slashing through the air toward her face. Sira had just enough time to duck, narrowly avoiding the claws. She didn't know a lot about Symenestra, but she did know they were poisonous in some way and she wasn't about to risk getting hit by something that might be poisonous.

Sira swung her sword in front of her, slashing horizontally at her foe, but the nimble Symenestra dodged the attack. He was quick, but Sira was quick too. Two quick steps brought her back within range of the man and she slashed again, this time from the opposite direction. The Symenestra tried to dodge again but Sira managed a shallow gash across his chest. Ignoring his cry of pain Sira kicked, her foot hitting right where she had cut and knocked the Symenestra to the ground. She wasted no time, taking another step forward and kicking him in the face when the Symenestra tried to rise to meet her. The man fell on his back and Sira stepped on his chest, sinking into a crouch above him and pressed the blade of her sword to his throat.

"STOP!"

One of the other two Symenestra, presumably the leader, shouted out in common, causing Sira to pause. "Please stop, we didn't want any of this! He attacked us! Please, just let us go.." Sira stared down at her defeated opponent who was looking back at her pleadingly, then her eyes shifted to Zoya, then to the Endal, then to the slain eagle, then back to the Endal. Even if he hadn't ordered her, Sira would have done it. These Widows had killed a Wind Eagle. It didn't matter who started what, they had committed the ultimate sin and they had to die. "Show no mercy," shouted the Endal, and Sira followed his command pressing her blade into the Symenestra's throat.

Bright red blood appeared in thin lines on either side of the blade, quickly spreading out and running down the sides of his neck. He gargled and coughed blood, and Sira watched as the life fled his eyes. It was a sight that would haunt her forever. She had lost sight of herself in her rage over the eagle's death. Taking the Symenestra's life had not been the satisfying experience Sira had expected, and instead she was filled with guilt. Yes, they had killed a Wind Eagle, but they had also surrendered. While Sira struggled with the repercussions of her action, the Endal was finishing off his own opponent. That left just one Symenestra left, and if Zoya didn't take his life he would flee into the forest as fast as his long legs could carry him.
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Postby Sira on July 6th, 2011, 11:59 pm

OOCSo since Zoya is gonna be gone for an unknown amount of time I guess I'm just going to go ahead and wrap this thread up.

Sira did not even glance when the remaining Symenestra fled for his life. She could not take her eyes off the face of the man she had just killed. His eyes were so empty.. there was nothing left in him. His soul had passed on into Dira's hands while his body remained. Sira wondered if Zoya and the Endal were feeling the same thing. Finally she tore her eyes away from the dead man and looked around. The battle was over. The Endal was on his knees weeping next to his fallen eagle, and Zoya was busy doing what ever she was doing. Four lives had been lost, and an eagle was among them. Sira reached out with her mind to the fallen bird, but she could feel nothing in return. The wind eagle was as lifeless as the man she had just slain.

Sira was overcome with a sorrow like she had never felt before. Sorrow for what she had done, and sorrow for the loss of the great bird. Then she remembered something. The Symenestra had claimed it was the Endal who had instigated the fight, the endal who had ultimately brought about the death of his mount. Why? Why had he risked his life and that of the eagle's, risked the safety of Wind Reach by risking a pair of it's protectors and possibly angering the Symenestra. Sira's rage at the foolish rider was great, but her fear for her home was greater. What if the Symenestra retaliated? It was something she could not risk.

Sira stood and began removing her clothes. At the same time she called out psychically, An eagle is down, a rider is injured. Need assistance. I am going after the one who did it. When the last article of clothing was off Sira shifted, and in a swirling cloud of colorful smoke she was replaced by a young wind eagle. Sira may not have been an endal yet, but it was still her duty to protect her home and she knew she could not let the Symenestra escape. Sira took to the sky and searched for the fleeing Symenestra. She knew the direction in which he had run and knew he couldn't have gotten far, and it didn't take long for Sira's keen eyes to pick out the frantic movements of the fleeing man beneath the trees. Up ahead was a clearing and it looked as if the Symenestra would run straight through it. Sira flew higher and ahead, preparing to dive.

When the Symenestra broke through the trees and into the clearing Sira dove, talons outstretched. The thin man didn't stand a chance, he never saw her coming, and by the time he reached the middle if the clearing Sira's talons closed around him tearing him from the ground. She felt her talons dig into his flesh and knew that alone would be enough to kill him eventually, but Sira wanted to end it fast. They landed just a few feet away, Sira's weight pinning her struggling prey beneath her. Sira was a predator. Killing is what she did best. Pushing aside all feelings of guilt Sira let instinct take over and tore the man's spine from his back, her strong beak easily snapping it in two. The Widow was dead, and Sira might have even made a meal out of him had she not remembered the poison. Not willing to risk it, she left the body to the scavengers and left. By the time she went back for her gear and clothes other riders had arrived, and Sira assured them the Symenestra was dead. Taking her things she flew away, returning to Wind Reach where she would bathe the blood from her body and try to forget the lives she had taken.

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