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Post by Firehead on Jul 23, 2012 10:31:58 GMT -5
ZZZZZZZZIPTUMP!
The arrow found Ben's back with an unforetold accuracy, knocking him foreward in the saddle and driving the breath from his lungs. He slumpped foreward on his horse's neck, his entire body limp. THen, slowly, his weight slid sideways in the saddle, and he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. For a brief moment, his foot stuck in the sturrip, then came free.
His horse stopped walking, sensing that something was wrong with his rider, but a second later, the animal's life was ended by a second shaft to the head. It sank to the ground, rolling onto its side, lifeless. The entire ambush, from beginning to end, had taken less than forty-five seconds. The buskwhackers vanished, leaving behind them a ranger, scarcely alive, and his dead horse.
Ben tried to crawl, but for some reason, he couldn't make his muscles obey him. He dragged his body to one side of the lonely trail, sheltered by some brush, and faded into unconsciousness.
The vultures found the bodies first. They followed the smell of death to the dead horse and soon had flocked about it's body, feasting on the freshly dead carcass. For now, they ignored Ben, but it would only be a matter of time.
Ben came too, to the sounds of the vultures feasting and knew that he would soon be a part of the main course. He was miles from anywhere; days from the nearest village. What was more, he was on a track that was rarely used by anyone, and it could easily be days, weeks even, before anyone found him. And he had neither.
He was growing delerious from bloodloss. He thought he heard the sound of hoofbeats approaching, a lone rider by te sounds. The rider couldn't be real, could it? A figment of his immagination--the rider would trot on past him, not bothering to stop. Ben's thoughts drifted to Heather, the woman whom he'd promised forever to. Now, it appeared as though there wouldn't even be a beginning to forever.
A startled snort, and quick shuffle of hooves, as the horse alerted to the smell of blood and spooked. A soft, low curse from its rider, as he fought the animal for a moment, regaining control. Move something, Ben. Let the man know your still alive! Ben tried, but he could barely even move his finger just the slightest inch through the dust. Who knew if the man would see it?
Through his hazey vision, Ben saw a booted foot stop in his line of sight. It was close--the man must be curious. Ben thought that he recognized the face of the man, but he couldn't be certain. No, it can't be. He's the last person that would be here. Besides, he's dead. And I'm about dead too....Maybe I'm seeing the afterlife.
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Post by Kallie on Aug 11, 2012 19:50:25 GMT -5
Nissa sighed and tapped her leg with a finger. She had just witnessed something dreadful and was a little in shock. She had been on this path for weeks waiting to see who would travel it. Little had which she didn't mind she wanted a break from the city and people in general bandits and nobles alike. She had stumbled onto this path by chance and had camped close by it ever since. She was perched in a tree her bow was out with an arrow with dark red feathers on it was nocked and ready. Some bandits had just killed a ranger, even she wouldn't have been bold enough to do that, not matter how she hated them. The only thing was, to what purpose? She frowned she didn't think going after them was a good idea. She doubted that they would have any qualms in killing her if they had just killed a ranger. She waited, vultures started to come and pick at the dead horse. Nissa curled her lip in disgust and looked away as a wave of nausea came over her. She cocked her head to one side as she heard hoof beats. A figure came into view his horse becoming hard to control with all the death in the air. She tensed not sure what the man had in mind he went over to the bush where the ranger lay. Had she of been found of rangers she would have helped, no she wouldn't kill one, but she wouldn't necessarily help one live either. She stayed in her tree waiting to see what happened.
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Post by Tandar on Aug 17, 2012 22:47:37 GMT -5
The dark bay with black stockings trotted down the lane, carrying a single rider. He whinnied loudly as he detected someone ahead. Upon rounding the bend, the horse abruptly started and danced around, his eyes wide with alarm. The reaction sent carrion birds scattering—some extending their huge wings and taking flight, others only retreating to a safe distance to wait until they could resume their meal.
The rider wore light leather armor, a vest with numerous pouches sewn onto the front, and rugged–looking amber and tan traveling clothes—a bit dusty from the road, but in good condition. A thick belt was wrapped around his waist, bearing multiple sheaths and a double knife scabbard. Extending from his right shoulder to his left hip, a narrow sash displayed the heraldic badge of Araluen, marking him as a soldier of the country. He muttered a curse under his breath and tightened the grip on the strung longbow in his hand as he was nearly thrown from the saddle. "Easy, big guy! Easy!" The rider managed to reestablish control with the reigns and steered his bay away from the disturbing sight. He dismounted quickly and knocked an arrow from a small brass–accented quiver worn on his thigh. Leaning close to the animal's ear, he whispered soothing words while taking the opportunity to scan the surrounding area without looking like he was doing so. From a distance, it seemed the horse carcass hadn't been there long. The smell in the air was that of iron–rich blood, not decay. Giving his mount a final reassuring pat on the neck, the soldier advanced cautiously. It was not unheard of for bandits to use bodies as bait for an ambush.
He stopped in front of the still form of a man, a King's Ranger by the looks of it. It was a familiar face, but he couldn't put a name to it. The guy was in a bad way to say the least. Just when he was about to dismiss the man as deceased, he saw a finger move. It was barely a movement at all, but it was enough to catch the eye. He took a brief glance around to make sure he wasn't about to be assaulted then knelt down and uncorked his waterskin, pouring a little over the man's lips, but most of it ran off, spilling onto the soil. He saw the man's eyes blink once.
"It's Skevlic, isn't it?" Palisade asked.
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Post by Brandwyn on Aug 19, 2012 18:26:56 GMT -5
Tory had been hanging back behind Palisade just in case they ran into trouble on this secluded trail. If he was attacked she was far enough back to avoid it and yet close enough to keep him in sight. He was adamant that she was in danger while she traveled with him, but she didn’t care. When hadn’t she been in danger since they’d met, or even before that really. She was used to it by now.
She wasn’t sure if they were still in Heatherwood Downs fief or if they had crossed the border since she wasn’t familiar with this area of Araluen, but Patrick seemed to know where he was going. She tensed when she heard his horse whinny and Chip snorted a warning.
Tory pulled an arrow and laid it on the string of her recurve bow as she scanned the woods around her without moving her head under the cowl of her deep forest green cloak. She’d packed up her ranger cloak and tucked her bronze oakleaf pendant under her shirt in the hopes she wouldn’t be recognized. She had no idea if Meric had put out wanted posters on her or not, but she was assuming they had and the less she looked like herself the better. For that reason she was wearing a very loose fitting dark gray wool tunic over her leather vest and peasant blouse with a short sword strapped to her side. The tunic hid her form and helped aid in her allusion that she was a young lad, not a girl. She’d doused her hair with some water from boiled red onions and the result was a temporary orange dye that turned her hair from dusty brown to russet. She hadn’t figured out how to disguise Chocolate Chip, however. The shaggy white horse splashed with brown spots all over him was pretty distinctive but she wasn’t about to part with him. She was going to have to figure out how to make him into a pinto with larger brown spots as soon as they caught a breather, but since they’d been on the run for days, she hadn’t had a chance yet.
She looked up into the trees around them and then scanned the bushes lining the road as Patrick pulled his horse to a stop. Tory smelled something she hadn’t smelled since the war in Gallica just before she saw the dead horse in the road. Chip snorted again and Tory chewed on her upper lip to keep from throwing up at the sight as the vultures flew away and watched them. She followed the flight of one of the vultures and glared at it, angry that they were feasting on the horse. That’s when she saw the hunched form of someone crouching in a tree watching them. She didn’t look directly at the person, but instead quickly scanned the other trees without moving her head. As far as she could tell there was only one person there. She looked at the ground as she approached where Patrick had dismounted and noticed the faint signs of footprints leading off into the forest away from the scene and that’s when she noticed Patrick was standing in front of a body on the edge of the road.
“Is he...” she started to ask softly, keeping a watch on the figure out of the corner of her eye.
"It's Skevlic, isn't it?" Palisade asked.
Tory never finished her question. She had seen the familiar face open his eyes just a tiny bit. “Oh no! I thought that horse looked familiar.” She exclaimed softly as she dismounted Chip, giving him the motion to ‘guard’ her and pulled her newly restocked medkit from the pack behind her saddle.
She knelt down next to Ben and a tear ran down her cheek as she glanced at the wound. He hadn’t been there all that long, but he was badly injured. She motioned to Patrick, using hand signals they had devised long ago and shielding her hands with her body from the watcher in the trees. She squeezed her thumb against her forefinger three times forming a blinking ‘eye’ to indicate they were under watch. Then she flashed five fingers and a thumbs up indicating the watcher was at 5 o’clock in relation to the way Patrick was facing and it was up in the tree.
“Let me look at him. I’ve had a considerable bit of training in this area since we last met.” She smiled at her mentor, leaving him to deal with the person up in the tree, as she carefully pulled the edges of the fabric away from the wound in the middle of his back. Blood welled up and she quickly pressed some gauze around the arrow shaft. “This is really bad,” she stated the obvious, but it was the worst wound she had seen personally, even when she had been helping the doctor in Norgate fief after the Wargal attack. “I think it missed his heart, but it is very close to it. What’s worse is the arrow is pressed up against his spine. That’s probably why he can’t move. It’s going to have to be surgically removed and there isn’t enough light here to do it. Is there anything around here, and Inn or even a farmhouse?” Tory asked as she ground up some herbs into a paste and packed them around the arrow shaft. Then she packed bandages around it hoping that they would slow the flow of blood and keep the arrow from moving.
“I think we should build a litter, we can drag it behind Chip, and get him to the nearest building or at the worst a nice clearing where I can see what I am doing.” She said as she pulled out a strange looking metal contraption. She placed it against the arrow shaft and clamped it down about an inch above the bandages. Holding the shaft with her fingers right next to where it penetrated Ben’s back, she pulled the ‘trigger’ on the device and neatly sheared the arrow shaft off without the part embedded in Ben’s back moving so much as a millimeter. “Ben, you’re gonna have to thank Lady Fin for coming up with this gizmo.” Tory said softly, wondering if Ben could even hear her. “She calls it a ‘shaft clamp,’” Tory explained in an effort to take Ben’s mind off his wound for a few moments. It had two clamps with a small guillotine type blade between them that severed the arrow shaft neatly with as little movement as possible. “Makes severing arrows a lot less painful,” she said to her patient.
She was afraid to move him for if the arrow pierced his spine then he would never walk again, if he even survived. He was in a bad state from the blood loss. At least it didn’t look as if the arrow had gone all the way through, or is would have punctured a lung. It had to be pretty close to his heart too. She hoped it hadn’t pierced a major artery inside. She didn’t have the knowledge to repair that and he would probably bleed to death before she figured it out. If they didn’t move him, however, he was definitely going to die because she couldn’t cut the arrow out of him where he was currently located and especially not when they were under surveillance and in danger of being attacked themselves.
“Ben, is Lightfoot around here? Does she know where you are?” Tory asked, remembering that she’d seen him and Heather kissing back at the Gathering. They had to be fairly close to Heatherwood Downs where Heather was stationed. Maybe Ben had been out here with Heather. If so, where was she? Tory glanced around to see if there was another casualty, but she didn’t see anyone else as she wrapped the remaining shaft up in an effort to keep it from moving as they transported Ben to a safer location.
She looked up at Patrick solemnly, wondering if he had any better ideas.
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Post by Kallie on Aug 19, 2012 22:12:16 GMT -5
In the tree Nissa surveyed the scene, there was another figure a little farther back from the first. "So much for this trail being uncrowded and quiet." She muttered. She stayed where she was wondering who the people were. She noticed that one had russet colored hair. They were bending over the dead ranger and judging by their clothes there was a boy and She peered closer squinting a little she made a guess that he was a solider. She was high up in the tree and a little to far away to see much detail other than bit and pieces. Well at least they weren't rangers, she hated those people like people hated fleas. Knowing her luck they would have probably already spotted her up in this tree. She desperately hoped that no one would notice her she had no desire to come down or to have a long drawn out one sided conversation with anyone. She resolved that if they did find her which was highly unlikely She wasn't coming down no matter what they did. They'd have to chop the tree down or shoot her down. She felt a shiver go up her spine at the last thought. Well if it came down to it she could always come down her tree then disappear in the forest. she was real good at finding hiding spots that no one else thought a person could fit in. Well she wasn't called mouse for nothing. She stayed there and just watched feeling tension rise inside her hoping and praying they would just leave without noticing her.
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Post by Tandar on Sept 17, 2012 21:46:30 GMT -5
Palisade observed Tory signal that there was a watcher at his five o’clock position. His chest swelled with pride at his former apprentice actually remembering the hand signs after such a long period of time. He nodded encouragingly as she knelt down beside Ranger Skevlic to render aid. Turning toward the potential threat in the tree, Palisade swept his gaze from side to side, studying the watcher from the corner of his eye. He avoided looking directly at her.
He noticed the female had dirty blonde hair, much like his own, and she appeared very young. She was armed with a bow of some kind, and although she was not overtly aiming at anyone, Palisade knew from experience that a highly-trained shooter could send the projectile through the air in an instant. It would be best not to take any chances, especially if this female archer critically injured a Ranger and slew his mount. He toyed with his bowstring a little by experimentally applying some pressure.
He opened his mouth to shout, ‘King’s Ranger,’ but ended up biting back the words. Old habits die hard. He swiveled his head to the right and hissed a warning to Tory: “She has a nocked bow.” He considered firing a high warning shot but didn’t want to get caught reloading while his target still had an arrow on her string.
Raising his longbow slightly and snapping his attention back to the watcher, Palisade projected his voice loudly across the clearing. “In the tree, drop the weapon! Do it NOW, or you will be shot!” He was fully prepared to take the girl’s life—no matter how small she was—if she made a move to do anything other than what he had ordered.
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Post by Kallie on Sept 18, 2012 8:39:37 GMT -5
Raising his longbow slightly and snapping his attention back to the watcher, Palisade projected his voice loudly across the clearing. “In the tree, drop the weapon! Do it NOW, or you will be shot!” He was fully prepared to take the girl’s life—no matter how small she was—if she made a move to do anything other than what he had ordered.
Nissa frowned so she had been noticed. She bit her lip and looked at her bow. Then she looked at the people. She knew how this looked, it looked bad very very very bad. For her that is. Yet she wasn't quite ready to give it up she didn't want it to get taken a way from her. Which is most likely what would happen. She sighed heavily she had another bow and she could always make another one she supposed so she un-nocked her arrow and carefully dropped her bow in a way that it hit less branches so as not to damage it if she ever got it back. When she saw that it had thudded on the ground she shouted down.
"There i dropped it. But despite how this looks I didn't shoot him. Someone else did. If you don't believe me look at the arrows. They are different than mine." Mouse stayed where she was she was quite comfortable and content to stay in this tree until the strangers were gone. There was always the off chance that they would capture her and bring her to a ranger, she hated rangers and they hated her. It was a mutual hate. But a hate she could live with. She wasn't completely weaponless she had a dagger in her boot but they couldn't see that, as far as they knew without her bow she was no longer a threat and they would leave her alone. But there was fat chance of that happening but one could always hope.
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Post by Tandar on Sept 18, 2012 14:23:54 GMT -5
The bow fell to the soft, cushioning layer of leaves covering the ground, but Palisade resisted the urge to relax. Although it seemed her primary weapon was out of play, the girl in the tree could still pose a threat. It was possible she was concealing other dangerous equipment on her body, or she could create a makeshift weapon from any object within her reach. Patrick recalled a demonstration in which one of his past instructors splintered a piece of wood and effectively used it as a small spear.
Palisade compared the fletching on the arrows in the animal carcass and the one the watcher held in her hand. The feathers on the horse didn't match Nissa's dark red feathers, but he still had enough reasons to suspect her. "So you have arrows with two different fletching," he called back.
The thought crossed his mind to push on and leave her sitting in the branches. After all, he was no longer duty-bound to uphold the law, though he was obligated to assist a Ranger in need. Plus, he didn't actually have any hard evidence against her.
"If what you say is true," Palisade yelled, "why don't you come down, and we'll sort this out?"
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Post by Brandwyn on Sept 18, 2012 14:50:20 GMT -5
Tory had stopped the initial flow of blood, but it looked like Ben was unconscious and there was an alarming amount of blood on the ground. “We have to move him. I am going to make a litter.” She said softly as she stood up and looked up into the tree at the girl that was near her own age. Why would a girl be out here in the forest alone hiding in a tree along what had appeared to be a very little used road?
Tory pondered that as she moved over to a stand of sapling beach trees and pulled out her seax knife. Maybe the girl lived nearby in a cabin or something, or maybe she was an outlaw. If she really hadn’t shot Ben, then she sounded like she might know who did. Judging from her clothing she didn’t appear to have much money. Perhaps a reward would coax her out of the tree and help them find out who had shot Ben and why.
Tory paused in hacking at the young tree trunk and looked back up at the girl again. “Do you know who did shoot him and do you know if there is a house or cabin nearby?” She called up, trying to make her voice lower to sound like a boy. “There could be a reward in it for you if you help us.” She hoped Patrick wouldn’t mind that idea. Tory knew they didn’t have a great deal of money on them, but she could part with a silver piece or two if it meant getting Ben indoors and finding his attackers. Tory just felt that money might go a lot farther than intimidation or reason with this girl. She could be wrong, but she got the sense that this girl wasn’t exactly on the up-and-up being out here all alone, hiding in a tree with a bow trained on travelers.
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Post by Kallie on Sept 18, 2012 20:02:21 GMT -5
"So you have arrows with two different fletching," he called back.
Nissa nodded to herself it was a fair accusation. "Possibly but I don't because red arrows are what was all I had at the time I made them." She replied back, only she left out the part that she purposefully died them red cause that was her trade mark. They didn't need to know that.
"If what you say is true," Palisade yelled, "why don't you come down, and we'll sort this out?"
Nissa raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Not a chance. How do know that as soon as I come down you don't try to hurt me or take me to a Ranger or solider or better yet knock me unconscious? No thank you I will stay right here in this tree until you are gone." She did not need another run in with the law she had escaped before yes but who knew when her luck would end? She didn't want to test it.
“Do you know who did shoot him and do you know if there is a house or cabin nearby?” She called up, trying to make her voice lower to sound like a boy. “There could be a reward in it for you if you help us.”
Nissa frowned as her attention was turned to the other person in the clearing who was conscious. The other person was a girl that much she was certain of. She had impersonated a boy often enough to be able to recognize when someone else was trying to make their voice go deep. Of course that didn't necessarily mean she was going to say anything. If the girl wanted to parade around like a guy that was her business not Nissa's.
"I didn't see who shot him, all I know was that it was some bandits. I'm not sure if there is a cabin nearby or even a town." Nissa almost laughed, that had to be a first. She actually told the truth! Well other than not shooting the ranger, so that was two truths! That had to be a record! She usually lied and was pretty good at it which is what made her such a good thief. She made sure none if this portrayed to the people down below. She didn't trust them, especially if they offered money,people who usually offered money were liars and crooks themselves. It was obvious that the girl wanted to coax her out of the tree and that was not going to happen. She was safe from these strangers as long as she stayed in the tree. Even though money was a very tempting idea.
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Post by Firehead on Sept 24, 2012 9:28:49 GMT -5
Ben floated in and out of consciousness, alternately floating amongst the clouds and standing at the top of a high cliff, about to plunge to his death in the black swirling waters below, dragged down by the weight of tons of rock bound to his body. In his lucid moments, he recalled the apparition of Patrick Palisade pouring a trickle of water into his mouth; the blurry form of Tory kneeling over him; the arrow embedded in his back shifting slightly....talking, lots of talking going on above him. Everything swirled together into a whirlpool of color and sound, eventually fading out to a velvety blackness.
Through the darkness, faintly, he imagined Heather's voice, but he couldn't make out what she was saying. Then the voice changed, becoming his father's, muffled, and unintelligible, but still unmistakeably his father's. The voice shifted again, to his mentor's, to Crowley's, to Delores' sharp, clear, tart voice, and then...Dalin's--persistent, at first whiny, but becoming steadily more mature...good grief; Dalin would never leave him to rest in peace--he'd hassle him to the grave and beyond for the rest of his life--he should have known...but it was too late to strangle Crowley over it now.
Then he was back in the present, conscious, and he was moving--but he couldn't tell where. He could only see the blue sky above through the treetops. And then, he was slowly drifting back into the warm blackness, awaiting him ever-patiently.
(OOC: Sorry there isn't much to respond to...But then, Ben IS at death's door...or close to it.)
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Post by Tandar on Sept 24, 2012 22:09:34 GMT -5
If she speaks the truth, she's not from this area, Patrick realized. Anyone who was familiar with the region knew the lay of the land. "There are no structures around for many miles," he told Tory, "but I know a place." Just north of their location was a large, well-lit clearing that would be the best option for a surgery.
The tree girl was starting to get on his nerves, and he was looking forward to getting away from her. He had already made up his mind that he was going to leave her in the branches as long as she proved to be no trouble. Palisade risked a glance at Ranger Skevlic, but the latter appeared to be mostly incoherent at the moment. He had smelling salts in his pack, but he didn't want to use them unless it was absolutely necessary. Bringing Skevlic around would make him fully aware of the bad state his body was in, and the Ranger was already in enough pain.
Once Tory had gathered all the materials needed to build a litter, Palisade had her take watch while he quickly assembled it. As he finished rigging Chocolate Chip to the simple litter, he spoke up. "We need to move now. Help me with Skevlic."
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Post by Brandwyn on Sept 28, 2012 14:39:33 GMT -5
"If what you say is true," Palisade yelled, "why don't you come down, and we'll sort this out?" Patrick asked.
Nissa raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Not a chance. How do know that as soon as I come down you don't try to hurt me or take me to a Ranger or solider or better yet knock me unconscious? No thank you I will stay right here in this tree until you are gone.
I didn't see who shot him, all I know was that it was some bandits. I'm not sure if there is a cabin nearby or even a town."
Tory scowled up at the girl in the tree, growing impatient. Ben was in a bad way and they needed to get the arrow out of him, but Tory didn't like the idea of leaving a possible thief on their trail who might try to clean them out while they were sleeping.
"So if you didn't see who shot him, how do you know it was bandits?" Tory called up crossly, forgetting to disguise her voice. It was obvious to her that the girl had seen the incident. She pretty much had to have because it hadn't happened long before she and Patrick had stumbled onto the scene, Ben's wounds and the state of his horse attested to that fact.
She turned back to Patrick and muttered, ensuring it was loud enough for the girl to hear, "Why don't we just shoot her out of the tree and be on our way? We don't have time for this." She glared back up into the tree.
"I will say one thing in her defense," Tory said reluctantly to Patrick, "she could be at least be partly telling the truth. Someone else was here, for there are tracks back there on the other side of the road going off into the trees. I caught a glimpse of them as I was riding past."
"There are no structures around for many miles," he told Tory, "but I know a place."
Tory nodded and rigged up a back brace on Ben so his back and neck wouldn't move while he was transported while Patrick worked on hooking up the stretcher to Chip.
"We need to move now. Help me with Skevlic." Patrick said and Tory helped gently lift him onto the litter. She grunted with the effort for Ben was considerably more ranger than she was - on many levels.
"What about her?" Tory pointed her thumb up at the tree behind her as she lined Chip up behind Caliber and whispered in his ear to follow. Then she took up her place behind the stretcher so she could keep an eye on Ben and an eye out for those supposed bandits. "We just gonna leave her up there?" Tory didn't like the idea of leaving the girl free so she could jump them in the night, but short of killing her (and she didn't really want to do that, though giving her a nice shiner on her left eye might be very satisfying) there wasn't a whole lot of choice. If they took her prisoner they would have to keep a watch on her and feed her and it would only slow them down. Already she was wondering how they were going to help Ben, or get him to help, without getting caught themselves. Plus without anything around for miles, they were going to have to take care of Ben until he recovered or they reached a settlement or he... Tory didn't want to think about the alternative.
"Okay, we're ready, let's get going. If that girl knows what's good for her, she won't follow us." Tory said to Palisade as she set an arrow on her string. She hoped they weren't making a big mistake as she followed Patrick, one eye keeping track of the girl in the tree as she walked behind the horses.
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Post by Kallie on Sept 28, 2012 20:39:46 GMT -5
"Okay, we're ready, let's get going. If that girl knows what's good for her, she won't follow us." Tory said to Palisade as she set an arrow on her string. She hoped they weren't making a big mistake as she followed Patrick, one eye keeping track of the girl in the tree as she walked behind the horses.
Nissa glared at her and bit back a sarcastic reply. When they were gone she climbed down to the ground. "If that girl knows whats good for her she won't follow us." she mimicked in a ridiculously high pitched voice that sounded nothing like Tory. Her lips formed an angry line who did they think they were?! Accusing her of killing the stupid ranger. Thinking she would actually hurt them and rob them. Just because it was a tempting idea and under normal circumstances she's probably do it didn't mean that they had to assume! That's what people always did and it ticked her off to no end! Everybody assumed that she was younger than she really was. Everyone always assumed that she couldn't do certain things because of her small build. And everyone always assumed she couldn't defend herself in a fair fight. Well she had proved everyone wrong on all those accounts. She had defended herself against someone bigger and stronger than her, when you were small like she was you had to be tough otherwise people walked all over you. She bent down and snatched the bow from the ground she inspected it. Other than a leaf stuck in between the wood and the string at the top of the bow it was fine. She tugged the leaf free and let it fall to the ground then she strapped her bow to her back and just to spite the girl she started walking in the direction in which the part had gone. Why? Because she could and she had nothing else better to do anyway. She would just have to be extra careful so that she didn't get caught, if they did catch her they'd probably turn her in. It didn't hurt to know where they were going that way she could stay out of their way.
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Post by canislupus on Sept 29, 2012 22:04:35 GMT -5
The smell of blood reached Justin's and Lupercus noses almost at the same time. As soon as Justin realized what the coppery smell meant he made a small motion with his left hand combine with a small clicking noise with his tongue this sent his half wolf friend in a looping bound along the side of the trail this was followed shortly by a long wolf howl from his friend signaling that his keen senses had picked up what Justin could not. Namely, that there were others on the trail and they were headed his way.
He let out a low howl of his own pitch and tone sounding like nothing more than another wolf, this brought Lupercus back to where Justin waited in a position of partial cover along the trail, where he was quickly sent to a secondary fighting position where moon was waiting. The site he chose to wait for the travelers at wasn't exactly an ambush spot, after all he couldn't be sure weather these travelers were friend, foe or something else all together, but the large oak tree did provide him with some partial cover and the place where Lupercus and Moon were waiting for him was a little sort dash form that tree and offered a better tactical advantage, should he need it.
He eased his weapons in their scabbards and also made a quick check of his pouches and medical supplies. Just in case aid rather than force was required and waited to see what the wilds would bring him this day.
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