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Post by mischa on Jun 19, 2009 18:06:12 GMT -5
A tall boy was perched upon a large tree branch. He stared intently at the ground below him, his face solemn and his body masked so his scent couldn't be found by the animals. The clothes he wore were matching his background of the barren trees and the half snowy, half dirt covered ground held tons of little animals to hunt and kill. He heard the distant sound of the wolf and his eyes focused more intently on the hare. The snowshoe hair, who was still a bit brown on top, was now concentrating on the wolf in the distance and the boy made his move. His body lurched off of the low branch and he landed a few feet behind the hare, stunning him. He leapt forward, but at the last minute, the horrible images from the day his mother died came to his head. He imagined himself as the hare and was being chased by a large predator.
When he came to his senses, the hare had disappeared into the snow and he was left empty handed. Mischa let out an aggravated sigh and shouted in dispair Damn it! He stood, brushing the snow off of his slim body and started to stamp around in a circle, as he usually did when he was thinking. Get a hold of yourself, Mischa. You're going insane. Leave the past in the past. He muttered to himself, distraught in his own thoughts and too busy to concentrate on his surroundings. He could hardly know what was going to happen. |
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Post by S h a d o ! on Jun 20, 2009 9:05:10 GMT -5
No. I am not going to find someone and ask for directions. I have to get out of here before someone sees me. I'm not lost. I'm not stupid. I can find my own way back. Right?
These thoughts ran through Shado's head as he walked through the spaced out trees. Windblown trees that all looked the same. The truth was, he had no idea where he was except that he was somewhere in Predatorian territory. The territory of an enemy tribe. Gosh, why did he have to be so dumb sometimes? He hadn't meant to come here or get lost. He'd been hunting near the edge of his own territory, chased some animal across the borders, then kept walking without paying attention to where he was going. Now he was here, wandering around, hoping to find something that would give him a hint of which direction his home was. The bright sun, shining directly overhead, offered no help, and neither did the landscape. He could be going in circles for all he knew.
Cursing himself, the young chief didn't notice the boy until he was only about ten feet away. He also seemed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts, so Shado held his breath and began to slowly back away, hoping that he hadn't been seen yet. Of course, since Shado was stronger and twice his age, the boy alone wasn't much of a threat, but if there were others around.. He didn't know how he would explain himself if he was caught trespassing.
Thinking this, he wasn't walking as carefully as he should have been, and his hopes of getting away unseen disappeared as the back of his feet hit a tree root arching above the ground, and he fell backwards into the snow with a soft thump. Shado must have been an unusual sight, sprawled out on the ground. He was wearing the plain, normal clothes that other members of his tribe wore, and didn't look like a chief at all. His long hair stuck out in all directions along the ground. Letting out a soft sigh, he waited for the boy to approach him and question him about his presence here. It was a miracle that he was chief, it really was. |
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Post by mischa on Jun 20, 2009 13:49:42 GMT -5
Mischa's eyes were planted on the ground, following the footprints he already made, as to not disturb more snow. He contemplated how pretty the snow looked under his feet and the sparkles were gorgeous when the sun hit it. When he looked up at the trees, his eyes were hurting from the the bright white snow and he decided to look back down at the ground. His feet were now dragging in a larger, oblong circle and his hand was on his head in absolute distress. Mischa's fingers dug into his scalp, scratching and lightly tugging on his hair. His inner battle was that of two opposing lions. One side was suggesting that he was crazy, the other side was arguing that he wasn't. They both gave reasons as to why they thought like that, and he was torn right down the middle. Unsure of what his own mentality was, he looked up toward the sky, as if the naswer would be written there.
His nose suddenly caught a scent and he froze. Was he being hunted, was he being tracked? Was he going to die? Who would protect him now? His mother was gone, he didn't know his father, the tribe usually left him on his own because of his terrible hunting skills and no one even knew he'd left or where he was going. Mischa held his breath and then he inhaled for a count of five, exhaled for a count of seven. After he had calmed his jumping heartbeat, he turned slightly around and braced himself for an attack. Nothing. There was a small thud not too far away from him and he wondere about it for a second. Despite the little voice in his head, telling him to run for it, he approached the sound.
Mischa's fingers were around the hilt of his knife, stuck to his waist. He stared curiously at the footprints in the snow and a root that even he had seen on his way into the forest. He chuckled as he recognized a human form and let go of his knife. Someone clumsier than him. Who would've thought? He smiled and shook his head and slinked on over, smug in his own accomplishments. Mischa, as innocent as he was, and as young as he was, hadn't realzied that his was a potential threat and showed the utmost interest in this new person. Mischa held out his hand in helping and smiled. Hi! Are you alright? |
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Post by S h a d o ! on Jun 20, 2009 18:19:21 GMT -5
Shado heard the other person approach him and laugh. He looked up at him and blinked, and then felt relief at his friendly words. Maybe he wouldn't get into trouble after all. And maybe this person could tell him which way his own land was. "Hi." Shado said in reply, then quickly got to his feet and brushed the snow off his clothes. "I'm fine." He said more quietly, feeling a little embarrassed. Other people didn't trip over things like that, did they?
Looking at the boy, Shado could guess that he was too young to realize that he was an intruder or a possible threat to him. But of course, Shado wasn't going to hurt him. He didn't look much younger than Shado had been when he'd left the Savagians- abandoned by them, really. Because of the dangerous nature of his former tribe, he'd had to be a lot more careful when out alone than this boy was being. Not letting himself get caught up in memories again, Shado focused instead on the other person, and his situation. He didn't want to admit that he had tripped and was completely lost, so for the moment he said nothing else. |
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Post by mischa on Jun 20, 2009 18:34:17 GMT -5
Mischa looked up at the guy. He was obviously older and more experienced in more than a few aspects of life and for him to make such an obvious mistake made Mischa a little smug. Until, that was, a thought popped into his head. He hadn't seen this guy before; who was he and what did he want in the territory? Then again, he hadn't attacked yet, so no reason to be overly cautious when there was a chance of talking to someone who didn't already know who he was. But it was a stranger who had convinced him to follow his mother that faithful day. Strangers, as he had learned, could not be trusted.
Who are you and what business do you have in this land? Mischa demanded of the newcomer. So, he wasn't the best hunter, but in combat, hey, he was pretty good. Not that he could win, anyway, but he was still confident in his ability to ward off a human. His body posture was firm, confident, but his face didn't show the same things. What did you expect from such a young boy? He wasn't able to hide the nervous or overexcited look in his eyes. He also couldn't help but tease. And what, did the treee root attack you? |
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Post by S h a d o ! on Jun 21, 2009 14:58:25 GMT -5
Shado looked down at the boy, and couldn't help noticing the smug expression on his face. He narrowed his eyes, feeling a little annoyed. All he had done was trip. It wasn't a big deal. Then he seemed to realize that he didn't know Shado, because he suddenly changed and demanded to know why he was there. But he could tell that he was nervous. Shado decided not to tell him anything; he would be able to find his own way back when the sun started to go down.
"I'm just passing through. I won't be here long." He replied calmly, ignoring the 'who are you' part of the question and making it sound like he was a loner. He would seem much more suspicious to the boy if he let him know that he was the chief of his tribe. Although there wasn't any doubt that if it came to a fight he would win, and not have much trouble killing him and walking away. But there was no need for anything like that, of course. Shado might have been raised as a Savagian, but he wasn't bloodthirsty. He just wanted to get out of here.
The boy's next question annoyed him a little though. "I didn't look where I was going." He muttered, "But I usually do." He wasn't clumsy. It was just bad luck, coming here and tripping in the same day. It probably didn't seem that way though, but still. Didn't they teach kids to respect their elders? |
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