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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 18:01:32 GMT
all it takes is a spark to ignite my bad intentions, One arrow notched, two clutched in the fist. A steady hand, a practiced eye, the leather bracers firm around deceptively delicate wrists. Motionless. And then, in a single movement, she let the arrow fly, hardly needing to sight down the shaft to hit her mark. Two more streaks cut through the air, eliciting loud cries, and then all was still once more in the small forest of firs that made up the strip of land in Regna Ferox.
Kala drew another arrow, carefully notching it as she silently made her way down from her perch in a tree, the woman always wary even if her practiced step made no noise against the leaves. She knew that bears still occasionally made their way this far north, about a half-day's journey to the border between Ferox and Ylisse, and she would need to be quick to take down such a beast on her own. She had done it more than a few times before, but if there was one thing she had learned, it was to be cautious about the battles that anyone picked. She did not engage in fights that she was not sure she could win. While she knew she could win against a bear, she'd still rather avoid the trouble of killing one if it were an option.
She quickly recovered the three birds that she had shot, inspecting them with a close eye. They were lean, yes, but the meat on them would more than do for feeding her, and she'd even managed to recover all the arrows, something that she'd consider a victory. She picked up the carcasses and carried them back to her campsite, skinning and gutting them in well-practiced motions that had become engrained into her very soul by this point. Having to hunt her own food was something that she was more than used to by this point, and she only kept her eyes on her hands to be certain that she wouldn't remove one of her fingers in a single careless movement. In reality, her senses were straining, paying attention to her surroundings in search of a threat elicited by the smell of cooking meat.
The Plegian in her didn't take well to sharing, and if anyone attempted to startle her, they were more likely to receive an arrow to the forehead than they were a girlish scream. Too many people had taken advantage of her for her to accept such things easily, even if she held no draw to being a Plegian. She'd rather shoot the king of Plegia than she would bend a knee to him. Maybe it was childish, but she still remembered the tales her father had regaled her with when she was younger about the exalts who would not force anyone to bow to them if they did not wish to. Free will was important to the woman.
How could it not be after she'd been abducted by slavers? | Words;;
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 19:47:45 GMT
◥ show me a garden that's bursting into life words: 000 | tags: Kala | notes: here ya go Minayo yawned, pulling the hood down as it revealed his long green hair. The hair was not tied back, and he'd never tie it back. Right now he just wanted to wander around. Though it probably didn't mean very much either right? His bow was on his back, and the quiver was there too. He never left his home without it. Hunting anyway. Though right now Minayo just felt way too exhausted. As if he might not be in the right state of mind perhaps? Who exactly knew. It was a bother to him, more then he wanted to admit. Not like he'd seen his old friend for like ever. Since the village had fallen to pieces. Minayo needed to hunt for the other children so they could eat. He wasn't going to let them starve, he never did. Even if he wasn't always eating because of that small detail. He spent hours hunting, and carried off a lot of bigger game. Just stringing it over his shoulders, and make sure it stayed there. Minayo was going to take his stuff back to his home now. Get the kids a good dinner going. They were the only ones left from his village so far. That he knew of. The ones who hadn't been murdered, kidnapped. Or Sold even. That was not something he wanted to think about either way. Why would he? Minayo hated to think people he knew were prisoners, or slaves for other people. He could smell something. Meat cooking. So apparently someone else was hunting out here. He had to wonder who. Minayo just strung his kill up high out of people's reach. He'd come back to get it later. In a bit anyway, there was more then enough meat to feed the kids. So Minayo didn't need to hunt anymore. But he kept an arrow in his bow as he walked. Closer to that fire. Just looking at the girl he stepped closer to her. Silently. She could be one of the brats around here. The ones that tried to kill the kids he saved, or hunted people down. "You should be more careful. Cooking like that brings a lot more attention then is desired. People would kill you for it around here." Minayo was giving a small warning, after all he'd hate to kill someone. That would just be really horrible in basically all forms or another anyway. Shrugging his shoulders he wondered exactly where this would go. Or what she'd do. It wasn't like he knew many of the strangers who wandered around here anyway. Not like he cared much on these things. He had hungry mouths to feed, and that was all he wanted to do. Half of this meat would be saved, some cooked. Then the rest sold for money. They were working to survive. And he was just some archer that had a lot of skill hidden behind his supposed pretty face. Not that it mattered. Shrugging lightly, what was he supposed to do at this point. Besides just attacking her. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 16:03:29 GMT
all it takes is a spark to ignite my bad intentions, The sound of a voice startled Kala. She had been focusing, and yet, she'd managed to be completely unaware of someone's approach. Her head snapped up, dark eyes intense and a scowl on her face, though the sight of the other made her falter slightly. Long pale green hair... soft emerald eyes... She shook the memories away. No. He was dead. He had died a long time ago. The slavers had told her that. "I don't need you to tell me what to do," she snapped, scowling and flicking her knife with a bit more force than necessary as she dropped her gaze back down to the bird in her lap. Calm, yes, calm, she could stay distant, treat this man like anyone else just as long as she didn't look up at him. She hated herself for being weak enough to have to resort to such tactics, but she'd rather think lowly of herself for being soft than be dead because she tried to confront something she wasn't quite ready to yet.
It was all because she was having dreams of her friend. She blamed the dreams for everything. Hmphing, she kept her gaze focused on the bird as she gutted it and cleaned the meat. "I can handle myself just fine. They'd end up dead before they even tried to bring a blade to my neck." Scowling, she stabbed the bird on a stick with a good deal more force than necessary, setting the carcass up to roast as she then went to do the same to the next bird. "Besides, I grew up where I was lucky to even get food. I know how to fight for what I have." She was bitter, angry at the memories of how she had been forced to kill for the slavers if she wanted to eat, but no, she wasn't going to think about that, she was just going to make her food and she was going to eat and he was going to leave and stop reminding her of things that she couldn't have and couldn't reach ever again. She didn't need him or anyone else and she never would. She could use the feathers from the bird and her knife to make new arrows to keep hunting, and if she needed more coins, then she could hone her skills turning her bow upon other people or even just riding along with some dumb merchant caravan to keep it safe from bandits. Simple problems with simple solutions, ones that she could reach.
She didn't need any of this memory stuff. She'd proven that she was stronger than that a long time ago. Now if only her heart would snap out of its weakness and harden itself once again, she could go back to living her life the way that she needed to live it: without having an influence from anyone else. | Words;;
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