Hetharu---Rio wrote:"You would do best to chose the. . . people you associate with better, young man," he said, directing his words to Richard though his eyes never left the little girl. And with that, he merely left, not even caring to hear any words from either of the two.
In the silence that followed, Riona's chest tightened in pain as she looked down at the ground. She felt her eyes burn as her vision blurred a little with the tears that bubbled in them. Rarely did she cry, but then rarely were people all that harsh. Most just stared and never got close to her, or if they had to talk to her, be as brief as possible and save the hateful name-calling for when she was gone and talk behind her back. But being practically spat at right in the face?
She could only out the little sound of a whimper as she buried her face into Richard's pants leg. Her hands gripped onto the woven material as the tears bubbled over, soaking through his pants.
OOC: No problem. It was plenty short... any shorter and it wouldn't have been as good.Hetharu (post: 1407485) wrote:Riona
As Riona let out silent sobs, she heard Richard try to comfort her, feeling him kneel more to her level and hug her. Yet it only made her cry harder, reaching up to wipe away the tears only for them to be replaced by more.
"I. . . I d-didn't d-do. . . a-an-nyth-thing wr-wrong. . ." she stuttered out in between cries, partially muffled by his clothes.
At least, that's what she thought anyway. Over the years, despite the looks she got from people, she'd never gotten a clear reason as to why. All the time she had only assumed that people -- apparently quite a lot of people -- didn't like her. Any time anyone said anything rude to her, she just always figured she'd done something to make them angry. But really, she couldn't figure out what she'd done this time]
When Richard heard her ask this, his heart dropped; he had hoped she wouldn't ask at all. He pulled out of the hug and looked her in the eyes while resting both his hands on her shoulders. "People like him are bad people. They look at what you are and not who you are."Hetharu wrote:[SIZE="1"][[ooc: Tried to keep the part short but for the life of me I am not capable of writing just a few lines. TuT]][/SIZE]
Hats wrote:"Frodo! Cast off your [s]sins[/s] into the fire!"
Rusty Claymore (post: 1407542) wrote:OOC: Gah, and I was trying to be carefull! Apparently Phox can't count well... XD
Phox
Phox found himself staring across the fire into the eyes of one of his unsuspecting hosts. By his demeanor, Phox realized the man was armed, and ready to use his weapon if nescessary. The best course of action in that situation, is to let the other man know it won't be nescessary as soon as possible.
"Mornin'," Phox said as courteously as he could. "I was traveling by and caught wind of your fire, so I stopped in to warm myself. I hope you don't mind. The name's Phox." The man hadn't been sleeping well, if you could call it sleeping proper at all. With this in mind, Phox gave only the nescessary info, waiting for the man to respond in his own time. There was a brief silence in which the second donkey snored a rather loud snore, much like the one that had scared Phox half to death a moment before he realized there were actuallytwo donkeys.
"W-Well" stammered Richard, "some people look at you in terms of what you lineage is." Richard saw her look of confusion and continued. "You're half elf, half human, Elfenhuman. A lot of people here dislike you simply because of that; it's called racism. It's not your fault Rio. Do you hear me? You're a sweet wonderful little girl. Don't let them change that about you." Richard hugged her again. "C'mon, lets get you home." He murmured in her ear.Hetharu---Rio wrote:Riona
Feeling Richard move away from her and his hands on her shoulders, steadying her, she looked up at him while rubbing her eyes. She heard the words he spoke, though they made her pause, blinking back tears that were already slowing.
"Wh-What. . . ?" A look of confusion crossed her face as she tried to understand what he said, but it didn't make any sense to her.
The past few years living at the orphanage and staying around Richard as much as possible, sheltered from things that would otherwise taint the innocence and blissful ignorance she held. And before that . . . well, truth be told, though she never said anything of it, her memory of her life before that was blurry. Only bits and pieces remained, like her parent's voices, places they might have been, small things. Though most she could not remember, or, at the most, only get a seeming familiar feeling, though there were none now.
"Wh-. . . What am I. . .?" she asked, blurting out questions in utter confusion, "A-Am I bad? What'd I d-do? I don't get it . . ."
Dominick
Dominick held very still under his blankets. He held his knife and very slowly and silently removed it from it's sheath, while carefully regulating his breathing so as not to alert the intruder to the fact that he was awake. "Mornin'" he heard the stranger say. "I was traveling by and caught wind of your fire, so I stopped in to warm myself. I hope you don't mind. The name's Phox." Dominick peeked carefully from underneath his blankets with one eye. He could see Wyn's left hand. If Wyn pulled out his paper tablet with his right hand--the one that held the knife--all was well, but if Wyn pulled it out with his left hand--his free hand--Dominick should wait for further instruction. Dominick held his position and waited for Wyn to signal before he made a move.
Wyn
Wyn scrutinized the man across the campfire. He was wearing armor, but it was all cheap or cast-off looking. Wyn doubted the stranger could take both him and Dominick at the same time. He touched the pouch around his neck with his left hand, and then let go of his knife and removed the tablet from the pouch with his right hand. Stay on your guard, but don't be rude about it. He hoped Dominick could see his signal.
He also took a piece of charcoal, wrapped tightly in several layers of paper, from his pouch and wrote on the tablet: It is a lovely morning, my name is Wyn. The sleeping one is my younger brother, Dominick.
He tore the top piece of paper off and offered it to the stranger.
When the stranger took the piece of paper Wyn picked a small rock from the ground beside him and tossed it into the middle of Dominick's bedroll; this was to give the illusion that Dominick had been sleeping the whole time, and to signal to Dominick that it was alright for him to get up now.
Rusty Claymore (post: 1407765) wrote:OOC: Cheap or second hand looking? Haha, that made me laugh. Phox made all of his equiptment, with exception of his swords, but yeah, that discription fits. XD
Phox
Puzzled a little at first, Phox took the piece of paper and began to read. He hadn't read anything in a very long time, but luckily he didn't forget skills very easily. After reading through the messege, Phox smiled.
"If this is a lovely morning, I'd hate to see what a bad one's like! When the sun comes out it'll make a world of difference though. Hmm, Wyn and Dominick? Nice to meet you." Phox stretched, feeling the toll yesterday's sprint had played on his legs. "Must be nice having good names like that. My parents were a little nuts." Phox chuckled at this last bit.
The second man, Dominick, stretched and began to get out of his bedroll. Phox got up too, making sure he wasn't in the way of their morning routines.
"If you don't mind me asking, what brings you two out here?" Phox had a guess, but he hadn't forgotten what had led him to these two yesterday night. They might know something, and since the wind was contrary of what it was last night, any info at all might help.
Davidizer13 (post: 1407923) wrote:Streyvash
"No, no, that's all for today. However, if you need anything, I'll be in town for a couple more days. Come to me if anything comes up, or to Mel]...Here we are, Treatise of the Sepparian Races, volume 6...7...8...there![/I] So, ah, what kinds of things are you planning on doing on this vacation?"
Hetharu (post: 1408079) wrote:Luan & Xiuhcoatl
Luan, as he saddled Xiuhcoatl up for a ride, glanced over his shoulder just slightly at Luciannica, seeing her greeting her own dragon. Though he didn't look long as he merely looked back to what he was doing, not want to be caught staring at her.
Suddenly, he sensed something amiss, certain that he heard something a ways away and slowly turning his head a fraction to glance in the direction. A figure clad in black entered his field of vision and instantly he tensed up. He slid his hand into a small hidden fold of his clothes where he kept one of the daggers, never resorting to either of the double swords strapped to his back unless he had to.
Xiuhcoatl, also aware of an intruder and of Luan's tense atmosphere, tensed up as well, the spines that lined her head and partially down her neck as well as a portion of her tail sliding up, usually pressed close to her body. She, too, noticed the dark figure, though her eyes also caught sight of another where Luan could not see, that being his blind side. A low rumbled emerged from within her chest as her defensive nature took over.
Luan, hearing Xiuhcoatl's growl, glanced to where his dragon was looking to see another runing up upon the scene. But that small glance was a mistake]Yamamaya wrote: Svein crept his way though the castle corridors. He swore as he made his way through. He didn't recall the castle being this maze like. "Where is that dragon stable?"
As he went by a coridor he spotted a shadow out of the corner of his eye. His head turned 90 degrees but he didn't see anything. Shrugging he continued to make his way through the castle. Eventually he came to a gargantuan hall. The royal symbol of a dragon adorned the walls. Svein scratched his head in thought.
Eventually he finally found the way out to the dragon keep. He saw a striking elven girl with red hair petting her dragon. Svein creeped closer. As his eyes scanned the surroudings he caught sight of a figure garbed in black. The figure brought a small blower up to his mouth. His instincts kicking in, Svein broke into a run. The dart flew through the air and stuck into the dragon's neck. The dragon moaned before loosing consciousness. That drug wouldn't last long but it would give the assassin enough time to kill the girl. The assassin began to sprint towards the girl, with a dagger in his hand. Svein reached the assassin in the middle of his dash. With a mightly leap he crashed into the assassin, tackling him to the ground. They both fell to the ground. Svein began to struggle with the man. With a kick, the assassin sent Svein flying off of his body. Svein and the assassin were back on their feet in seconds. Svein got a chance to look at the man. He had the insignia of a phoenix on his black tunic.
"So it's them," Svein muttered.
"Die infidel!" the man screamed and came charging at Svein. Svein drew his broad sword and deflected the man's slashing attack. They began to fight each other, each one slashing, stabbing, and dodging. The assassin attempt to cut Svein's throat. Svein ducked underneath the swipe and followed up with a stab. The blade thrust through the assassin's belly ending his life.
Svein sighed as he saw the body slip to the ground. He never had liked the sight of blood. He turned around to face the girl. "Oh great. How am I going to explain this," he thought to himself.
"Uhhhh, are you okay?" he inquired.
Rusty Claymore (post: 1407991) wrote:Phox
Phox read the messege and smiled. "Well, no wonder we don't get along, were too much alike!" Phox adjusted his position so he could see both brothers. The courtesies had been played out, and he knew he was wearing out his welcome with one of them already. It was time for business, and as he spoke, his voice was quieter, and despite his best effort, a little grave as well.
"Hey, Wyn, you wouldn't have come across anything strange recently, would you? I came across your camp because I was following a bad scent I picked up early yesterday. I just can't shake the feeling that something is horribly wrong."
Phox studied both brothers. He knew Dominick had been listening in, and he watched for their physical responses. Phox hated distrusting people. His travels, though, had taught him that strangers can not be trusted. For all he knew, these two could have had a hand in whatever was wrong. He didn't forget, though, that he was a stranger to them as much as they were to him, so he made no move towards his swords, and did as few suspicious movements as possible.
Wikiwalker (post: 1408097) wrote:Wyn kept his confusion at Phox's mention of following scents out of his facial expressions. Is this guy a dog? he wondered. Phox's peculiarities had certainly shown up in droves in the first fifteen minutes after Wyn met him: He didn't ask about Wyn's inability to speak (most people's first question, to Dominick's annoyance), he dressed oddly, he talked about bad feelings and scents, and he just had an odd feeling about him. It made Wyn wonder, if all this had already shown up Phox must still be hiding a lot.
No I don't think I've seen anything strange enough to note, Wyn wrote on his tablet, but I have a question for you. We're kind of lost and off route. Do you know where there is a village along this shore somewhere?. He tore the paper off and handed it to Phox.
Dominick
Oren bit Dominick's hand, Dominick shoved the grouchy donkey away while letting out a string of profanities. As usual Oren could make any bad day worse. He glanced back over his shoulder at Wyn and Phox. Wyn caught his eye and signed "Watch your language." Dominick snorted and turned back to getting the donkeys in line.
Rusty Claymore (post: 1408157) wrote:Phox
"Hmm, well, I didn't see any village along the shore yesterday, but I noticed a cove before I came into the forest. If there is a village nearby it'd be around there. Actually, I'm sure I passed it on my way through the forest, so if you keep heading that way," Phox pointed back in the direction he came from, "you should find it."
Phox walked over to his swords and swung the scabbard onto his back. It was a custom design for carrying two longswords in an "X" across one's back. His Claymore lay directly on his back, and it's hilt was over his right shoulder. The No Dachi crossed over the Claymore, and came out over his left.
"Well, it seems we both intend to travel the same path. Wyn, would you mind if I travelled with you and Dominick? The cove is only a short walk, and if it'll help I can carry a load or two."
As Wyn reached for his writing tablet, Phox reached up and rubbed the back of his head apollogetically. "Haha, I guess I'll owe you a lot of paper by the time this is over."
Richard looked her in the eyes. He put his hand on her cheek. "I could never hate you Rio" He smiled at her then pulled her into another hug.Hetharu---Rio wrote:Riona
Riona listened to each word that Richard spoke, though all either confused her more or made her feel worse. She somewhat understood what he was saying, of how some disliked others for what race they were. . . but why? She didn't get it.
She could only give a small nod when he suggested that they go back. She kept her arms around his neck, a silent request to be carried back. Though her tears had slowed down to a near stop, she didn't quite chipper up as quickly as usual. She was actually silent for some time, lost in her own mind before turning to look at Richard again a while later.
"You. . . don't hate me. . .?"
Though she asked that, it was pretty obvious that, rather than asking whether he hated her or not, she wanted to know why he didn't hate her like everyone else did. After all it was obvious that he liked her, at least now, even if he happened to dislike her in the past.
Wikiwalker (post: 1408187) wrote:Wyn
Don't worry about the paper, guide us to the village and I'll call it even. I'll just go finish packing up. Wyn passed the paper to Phox and joined Dominick by the donkeys.
Out of the corner of his eye Wyn could see Dominick signing furiously. He used the subtle signs they had worked out years before for emergencies, they would just look like fidgeting to Phox.
"He can't come with us, we don't know where he comes from. What if he's a thief or a murderer?" Dominick glared at Wyn over Nero's back. and then said aloud "Oren is being an idiot, you load him."
Wyn sighed. "Don't be rude, I don't think he's dangerous, and even if he is there are two of us and one of him. Anyways, he'll only be with us until we reach the village."
Dominick glanced sideways at Phox. "It better be as close as he says it is. If he starts leading us down any secluded roads watch out." He looked at Phox. "We can carry our own packs." Dominick went back to signing. "Things might turn up missing."
Wyn was getting very close to hitting his younger brother, but he didn't want to do that in front of the stranger. He is getting such a lecture after this guy leaves.
With Dominick fuming silently and Oren making everything worse it took over an hour for them to pack up.
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