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Lost
May 25, 2007 21:37:43 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 21:37:43 GMT -5
The day was unbearably humid for the little weasel that fought with overgrown foliage. True, the air was at its normal humidity, but she was used to fresh wind off the sea. And this wasn't exactly a beach by the sea. Harsh words fell from her lips as she used her entire body to wrestle past one particularly large and rigid plant. She paused in the small clearing she'd found herself in, grumbling various curses and dabbing a paw at the beaded sweat dripping into her eyes. This was great. Just great. She'd left her nice little village for what? To hack around in some woodland? She snorted and let her paw dangle by the hilt of her sabre, light eyes glaring at the task in front of her. She didn't really want to use her sword to cut through some of this stuff, if only to keep the blade sharp in case of any encounters.
With another grumbled curse, she dug out the dagger that had been chafing at her ankle. She didn't know how anyone traveled long distances with a dagger in one boot, but she was determined to get used to the feeling.
The next time she glanced up at the sun, it had moved a few paces, and there was still no water to be found. Sure, this was woodlands, but there had to be some sort of...something wet. "Ach, great situation you got yerself into, Ritari," she sighed, finding a sturdy tree to lean against. She let herself slide until her was sitting, then tilted her head back to stare upwards. This was nothing like she had imagined. She had thought there would be adventure, seas and more adventure. But so far it had only been trees, trees and plants that might as well be trees.
The tiny weasel snorted, then strung off a rather impressive list of curses at her situation. It was too hot for her to travel any further, so for the moment she just sat, twirling her dagger in her paws to wait. She would resume her search for...something when it cooled down. As much as she hated to say it, she was "Lost. How grand."
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Lost
May 25, 2007 21:44:22 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 25, 2007 21:44:22 GMT -5
The weasel was not alone, however. A gray-furred beast lay on a low branch of the tree, it's eyes closed. The wolf wore only a leather belt and boots, with knives strapped to both and some other equipment on the soft brown belt. Without opening it's eyelids, the beast spoke in a soft voice, one that seemed to be neither high nor low but dropped into low vibrations sometimes. "You know, it's not good to develop the habit of talking to yourself."
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Lost
May 25, 2007 21:53:38 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 21:53:38 GMT -5
The dagger slipped from her paws and into the ground, narrowly missing her leg. She bit back another string of curses and shielded her eyes to look up even farther. She spotted a patch of gray and contented herself to no more. Retrieving her dagger, she began the same toss she had earlier. "Just about as good as sittin' in a place where I can reach ya easily. Good thing I don't startle too easily," she stated through her already growing annoyance. Great. Lost and with witty company. She'd rather just be lost. At least there was a way to arrange that.
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Lost
May 25, 2007 22:00:30 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 25, 2007 22:00:30 GMT -5
The wolf chuckled coldly, his fur softly blowing in the small breeze. He reached onto his belt with his right claw and slipped out a knife, twirling it in a swirl of metal before catching it, blade held downwards. The weasel could hear it if not actually see it. "You mean a place where I can reach you easily."
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Lost
May 25, 2007 22:05:44 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 22:05:44 GMT -5
Trained to detect the sound of metal, she felt her muscles bunch in the need to leap to her feet, climb the tree she was leaning against and throw herself at the gray thing above her. She managed set her dagger down for a moment, ran her paws over her thighs to loosen the tenseness, then picked the dagger back up again. This time she held it ready. "A little easier for you, yes, but still rather easy for me. If you were the type to kill without a fight, you would have done it already. So if it's a fight you want, get yerself down here and I'll give you one," her voice was smooth, though she did little to hide the eagerness in her tone. "However, if you'd like to show me the way out of this forsaken land and onto something with a little more water...well, either option would be greeted with welcome." She ran her free paw over her muzzle, mentally chiding herself for talking too much again. She didn't need to be looking for a fight right now, but she couldn't help it.
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Lost
May 25, 2007 22:12:05 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 25, 2007 22:12:05 GMT -5
OOC: Nice RPing style.
The wolf sheathed the kunai as swiftly as he had acquired it, sneering. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, revealing two pale blue orbs, calm yet burdened with hidden menace. The creature did not turn his head, but looked onward into the vast greenery. "I shouldn't do you the honour of either; I don't like fools, and unwary, headstrong children could be considered fools."
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May 25, 2007 22:20:46 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 22:20:46 GMT -5
( OOC: Aww, thank you! Much appreciated. )
Ritari might have second-thought her attitude had she been looking up to see what lay in the wolf's eyes. However, the young weasel's eyes were glued to the sparkle of her blade reflecting the sun across the leaves around her as she started the spin once again. She might not have answered him had he not emphasized the one word he did. Upon hearing it, the dagger was clenched against her paw and she was immediately on her feet, eyes snapping up at his. But his eyes were now cast away from her, so her temper flared again.
"Honor? Honor? I should think helping a lost child," she spat the word, "would be a courtesy. And I may be headstrong, but I am no fool." She bristled, the movement noticible through her loose clothing.
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May 25, 2007 22:26:55 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 25, 2007 22:26:55 GMT -5
The wolf jerked slightly with amusement. The head did not move, but his eyes spun to the weasel, meeting hers. The beast was enjoying toying with the traveler; she had much to learn. "Headstrong is considered foolish to many beasts, dibbun. Also, you need to learn to control your feelings. Your temper. Especially the part you show," he stated, the pale eyes moving up and down the weasel's twitching body.
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May 25, 2007 22:34:00 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 22:34:00 GMT -5
Her head spun momentarily from the indignity he payed her by calling her a dibbun. The shock froze her eyes over before they melted back into seething anger. The calm way this beast was speaking only made her more upset. Had he reacted with anger, she might have calmed down. She was only ever calm when fighting. Her eyes battled his while she attempted to speak more like an adult. "Any why should I do that? Why should I have to change my temper - anything - for the likes of you? You're just some gray lump laying up in a tree, too inconsiderate to help a lost child," she succeeded in cooling her voice down, though her body still shook.
The moment his eyes left to move over her, she felt it. A slight shiver interrupted her bristling, causing her grip on the dagger to tighten. "Would you stop that! For all wrongs you point out in me, you could do with some politeness," she snipped, taking a step back, away from his eyes.
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May 25, 2007 22:42:42 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 25, 2007 22:42:42 GMT -5
OOC: I like this thread already.
The resting creature chuckled again, his gaze not tearing from hers. The wolf knew it was a challenge of will, common among many warriors. It's sneer grew on the mottled features of it's face, but it wasn't so hostile, still amused. The beast's voice was the same; impassive, relaxed. "Help comes in all shapes and sizes, young one." His eyes blazed even more fiercely, burning into the darker spectacles of the weasel. "The more robust ones are always the weaker ones; less experienced, desperate to prove they are competent. You need to control your emotions because they can easily be used against you if not in check. Just as I am doing now," he said, grinning.
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May 25, 2007 22:50:19 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 22:50:19 GMT -5
She knew her temper was her weakest point, but she had never cared about that. She still wasn't convinced she needed to change that. Changing meant you had to get rid of something that was a hinderance, and so far it hadn't hindered her. Just because he was goading her and she was rising to it didn't mean a thing. The blaze in his eyes consumed hers quite easily, and the shiver moved over her body again. This beast was much stronger than she was, but knowing that wasn't going to make her back down.
Ritari's eyes narrowed in an unconscious effort to block out the burning will of the wolf. "I am not desperate to prove I am competent. I know I am perfectly capable of holding my own," for a reasonable time, she thought the words she wouldn't say aloud. "And just because I am small means nothing," she hissed, anger mounting more so at his grin. "If you would fight me you'd know that!"
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May 25, 2007 22:59:34 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 25, 2007 22:59:34 GMT -5
The wolf bared his teeth, showing the weasel sharp fangs. She has potential, he thought. A bit of shaping up and she could be very swift indeed. But this chain of thought did not press through to the beast's face, where the grin had shrunk into a bored expression. He closed his eyes again, nestling back down on the branch on his furred back, the snout nodding slightly downward. "You don't seem to want to fight me. You haven't attacked yet, and I've been waiting for a minute or two."
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May 25, 2007 23:04:36 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 23:04:36 GMT -5
Her jaw clenched as all the emotion slipped from the wolf's face. Had he been nearer, he might have heard her teeth grinding. She was losing him to his thoughts. A growl tickled the back of her throat at his comment, eyes slitting narrower. "Is that all it'll take, then?" She moved forward, eyes cast up at the wolf.
She stopped at the trunk, claws digging into the bark as she tried to stop herself from climbing up. "B-because," the stutter came from her attempt to speak calmly, "I was waiting to see if you would point me somewhere better. But since it is obvious you are not, I suppose I shall have to settle for that fight. Though I would prefer that...not in a tree." Ritari waited impatiently, tailtip flicking back and forth.
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May 25, 2007 23:08:31 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 25, 2007 23:08:31 GMT -5
The dozing creature shrugged, his expression now that of slight disgust, as if he had written the weasel of as a failure. "I remember you saying I would be easy to reach up here. Not so tough when it comes to actually doing something, are you," the wolf said, the tiniest touch of mockery laid into his calm voice.
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May 25, 2007 23:16:12 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 25, 2007 23:16:12 GMT -5
That was the last insult she was going to take. With the skill of a beast that had spent most of her life on a ship, she scaled the tree like a mast and glared at the wolf heatedly from a branch close by. "And I meant it when I said you'd be easy to reach!" The slight tone of disappointment infuriated her, as evident by the strong scent of growing rage wafting over to it from her branch. "I would merely prefer to be on the ground. But if you want trees, then I will certainly stay in the trees."
On her last word, she bent her knees and lept, grabbing a branch above the wolf and pulling herself up smoothly. She peered down at it, brown eyes snapping in both excitement and anger. "But I wonder if you can actually do anything but lie there on that branch," the small taunt bordered on sing-songy. The weasel could taste the thrill of battle now. She was eager, yes, but not so eager that she was going to jump on the same branch as the gray wolf. Not when he was just laying there like that.
( OOC: last post from me tonight, just fyi. )
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