Lowly Scavenger (Qit)

Lavana Travels Into The Sweet Vine.

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Postby Lavana Tharn » Mon Feb 05, 2018 9:45 am

25th Of Cylus 718

It was dark and shitty out, snow here there and everywhere and Lavana didnt know her head from her ass out in the wilderness. But she was on the look out for something to eat, the storm had ravaged the docks and people were hungry and starving from food shortages.

Now it wasnt necessarily her problem that people were starving, it was her problem however when her own belly rumbled at her. Lavana was not a hunter, but she was pretty smart and she was hoping to capitalise on the storm and icey temperature to find what she wanted. A carcass preserved in the frost and snow, frozen to be thawed out and enjoyed at a later date.

People seemed to forget where meat comes from, and when the stores shut down there easy life is over. There dependencies are exposed, and while she couldnt rightly call herself a hunter. She did have a title which was the lowest of the low in the wilds, a filthy scavenger. But shed take it and wear that title with honor rather then resign to the ever so popular do nothing woes.

If she had her choice of scavenging beast to become she would be a carrion bird, a raven or a crow. She remembered them vividly arriving on the scene trials after the battles were over, and men lay dead wounded or dying in some long past imperial campaign. How'd they flutter down, hop and hobble and snip snip with there beaks trimming chunks of flesh off the helpless and dead. She was reminded of one in particular that snatched a mans eyeball from its socket breaking it free from the cord of tendon as he muffled pitiful whimpers of agony and horror. He wasnt dead but he wasnt in a position to fight back either, carcasses strewn out as far as the eye could see on the field of battle the aftermath of one of Valtharns successful campaigns.

Lavana remembered she had been ready to draw her blade and end his life but her adopted father made her withold the privilege of mercy saying it was for the birds as he laughed.

Lavana enjoyed a particular privilege with him, he was a high ranking Scout. And she was simply a nameless petty squire that time would forget she was truly nothing more then a cup bearer. Her helmet carried only a slit visor and offered poor visibility but she was used to it, it was not her job to speak only observe and in armor she appeared as if a young man. Lavana never participated in those battles, never got to be a part of the war council the only thing she got to see was the aftermath of her sisters campaigns as if her adopted father and real father had conspired to let her bask in her sisters achievements as theyd walk the field together and would make it a point to show off her sisters triumphs.

And the birds the squawking there dancing of merriment and feasting at the wonders at her feat. It was those memories from a different time and place, but it had been so graphic it had left a lasting impression on her. It was an exquisite work of art the brutality and cruelty the slaughter and those left behind to be butchered by ravenous birds, those were the best days of her life.

Lavana drank the ambiance of violence with all too eager amber eyes, Valtharn was the coolest thing she -never- did see and before her descent she idolized her victories the only thing she had were the stories told. So she trained with her claymore at her adopted fathers home, there hadn't been a day she found herself not pretending to meet her, what she would say, how she would act. Work just a little harder and push just a little further and one day it would pay off and she could draw steel and blood on her vanguard as a shock troop and see the stories and be a part of them first hand, oh how she dreamed charmed by the pretty lies. Lavana wanted to be just like her, a commander, a war hero, a warrior the very name astounded her at first but the fates would see them cursed.

Her heroes had failed her.

She took Tharn as her last name to never forget after she vanquished her adopted father and even if she lived forever and ever.

But staring at the sky and the three moons getting drunk on macabre nostalgia was not the answer to an empty belly so she proceeded into the sweet vine.

The hunting strategy was simple, look where the animals were and see if anything had befallen a tragedy in the storm.

She traveled with her imperial leather armour on, her polished bronze claymore and miscellaneous gear. She wasnt expecting a fight, but your either prepared or your not. Better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it. As she scowered the sweet vine for something she could carve and take out of the ice and snow.
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Postby Qit'ria » Wed Feb 14, 2018 3:09 pm

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The skies were dark over Sweetvine Woods. Over all lands, for this was Cylus. This was the time of year when the suns laid down to rest. And with it, the rest of Idalos slept in darkness. And that was just fine with Qit'ria. She was kneeling behind a particularly dense bush, covered in snow. But this bush had one tiny gap that she could peer through unseen at her quarry. Well, quarry and brethren.

She saw a pair of aye-aye mice scavenging around in the snow. Not being hunters, nor being the type of beast that sleeps the cold season away, these mice had to make due with putting themselves into danger. The snow, the lack of plant coverage, made them easy targets for predators. But Qit'ria wasn't a predator, at least, not in this particular moment. She was watching the two mice, staying close to each other. She could see them sniffing at one another, and it seemed they were communicating. But at this distance, she couldn't even hear the squeaks that she was sure were being exchanged.

And she wanted to. Badly. Not that she would be able to understand them in her current form. She fingered at the aye-aye mouse totem bracelet on her wrist. She was sorely tempted to take on the form of the mice. But to do so, was to put herself at extreme risk. She'd seen many a rat through her arcs plucked by a raptor overhead. It was such a quick action, that it was evident that the victims had no way of sensing it coming. They were dead before they realized what had happened.

She felt something from within her totem. An emotion. The curiosity to reach out to the mice. To not be alone. To hear what they were 'speaking' about. Qit'ria reached into her soul, feeling the foreign magic therein. She opened it, and let it flow out in a small rivulet. She kept it small, for this was exploratory, sending a tendril down her arm and pushing into the totem on her wrist. With the minor connection made, she pushed a thought along. A greeting.

She felt the totem respond. It was strange. There weren't any words. Just... feelings. Body language without a body. And a greeting was returned. And a question. Her totem wanted to know what the mice were saying. Qit'ria responded with a sense of danger. The totem was saddened. She could feel it. A sense was sent back. A longing, to be as big as Qit'ria, but as a mouse. To hear his friends, or perhaps family. There was pouting there too. Pouting that she had such weak ears.

Qit'ria cocked her head to the side as she pondered something. The only thing stopping her was her ears. And she remembered how loud and clear everything sounded when she took on the mouse form. The mouse's hearing was indeed better than her own. But it's ears. She'd had to create them when she assumed its form, both the exterior ear, and the inner ear. She opened the ether connection with her totem some more. And she probed the totem, feeling for the knowledge to hear, but leave the rest behind.

She found it, nestled deep within the totem's spiritual core. And she coaxed it out softly. And it came, 'hand in hand' with her. She pulled it into her body, and let the ether travel, sending it up into her head. She spread it throughout her ears, inner and outer. And she changed the inner structures. It was slow work, for she'd known, but had not realized truly, just how many small, working parts were inside the ear.

But when it was done, the outside world became so clear. She heard squeaks, and she felt her totem on her wrist cheer in glee. She couldn't understand the squeaks, but she could certainly hear them. And more importantly, it seemed her totem could make out what was being said. She stayed there, hidden behind the bush, spying upon these mice.

She heard a distant footstep. As did the other mice. They paused in their conversation, and stopped. And the air was silent, as all those present held their breaths. More steps, coming closer. And while Qit'ria could hear them with her mouse ears, her own mind was able to identify them as someone who wasn't used to stalking through a forest quietly. A fool, or a kitten of a hunter. Either way, they were being careless.

As the woman came through the brush, the two mice scurried off rapidly, disappearing into the distant brush. Qit'ria felt an upwelling of fear and anger from her totem. This woman that stood there, with her fancy leathers and her ridiculously large sword had upset Qit'ria's friend. That was not acceptable. Qit'ria silently drew her javelin. This woman needed taught a lesson.

Qit'ria stayed crouched as she eyed this fool, as she adjusted her grip on her javelin. She then popped up from the bush with a snarl, and threw it hard toward the woman, aiming to plunge it into the ground between her legs. Her one and only warning shot. Qit'ria immediately dashed backwards, drawing another javelin as she moved. She was close enough to hear the woman's breathing when she tried. If the woman followed her, Qit'ria knew it to be a challenge of her territory. So she carved a path away, ensuring to leave obvious footprints in the snow, so as to be completely sure of this interloper's intentions were clear. As for her own, it was simple. Drive this fool away from her woods.
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Thu Feb 15, 2018 11:10 pm

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As Lavana traversed snowy terrain it had come so suddenly an ambush as she was blind sided with stealth and tenacious ferocity and thump as a javelin burrowed into dirt and snow between her legs, followed by the hiss of some savage creature that ran away. Was this a thwarthide? She hadnt gotten enough of a good look, as being accosted so suddenly had sent the imperial princess on her ass post haste.

Hmph

She got herself up, and eyed the javelin with interest. She touched it, left it alone, touched it again and worked up the courage to pull it free. The lowly scavenger simply scavenged this fine hunting tool. She might not have been able to throw it for shit, but at least shed get around in style.

Lavana held it with both her hands studying its cylindrical shape and pretended to thrust at stuff with it. Maybe in another life, this would have been her weapon of choice. She danced and played with this new spear under the moon, a small triumph for her.

"Thank You!

Have You Seen Anything To Eat?"


She called out to the shadowy darkness, Lavana wasnt sure of what to make of it maybe it was a person and not a beast. If no answer was given shed venture in the other direction not wanting to disturb whatever the heck that was as she used the javelin as a handy walking stick.

The lowly scavenger would go back to picking and looking for a food source under a blanket of frost and snow.
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Postby Qit'ria » Thu Feb 22, 2018 4:13 pm

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But the invader didn't follow, nor did they flee. Qit'ria's sharper ears could tell that much. That was most unexpected. Curious, Qit'ria made a quick and quiet round about to the position where she'd left the woman, spying on her from behind a tree from a different direction than when she'd thrown her javelin. And when the invader plucked her javelin from the ground and began playing with it, Qit's blood boiled. She unhooked her chakram, ready to cut out this woman's throat.

Then she spoke.

And that perplexed Qit'ria even more. For this woman was clearly talking to her, but not directly. She was talking to anyone that was there. And the words she spoke... didn't make sense for the situation. Why would you ask someone who fired a warning shot at you about food? She must be a simpleton. That had to be it. And Qit'ria didn't have the conscience to murder an idiot. They didn't know what they were doing.

Shaking her head, Qit'ria kept her chakram in hand, a stern look on her face, as she stepped out of the trees. Seeing the idiot using her javelin as a walking stick made her cringe. They were flexible for better flight, not designed to support one's weight. "Put. Spear. Down. Mine." She made sure to talk extra slowly so that the idiot would understand.

"Spear. Not. Walking. Stick."

She admonished the simpleton woman like a disgruntled mother might a child. Stomping up to Lavana, "Not. Toy." Qit'ria held out her left hand expectantly, waiting on her to hand it over. Qit'ria was cloaked, wearing breeches and her simple top tied around her back and neck. More javelins and a proper spear could be seen strapped to her back, and a variety of knives and a stone axe on her belt beneath her cloak. Her feet were bare and dirty. Visible on her chest were the oozing sores from the ghost's curse.

"Hungry? We find food. Dig in snow no good. Thwarthog get all good food under."

It almost sounded as if she were concerned. Almost. Really she just didn't want an idiot stumbling across any of her traps and her having to reset them. That would annoy her to no end. So it was smarter to help this fool, than to leave her to her own devices.
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Sat Feb 24, 2018 1:06 pm

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Its true Lavana was either the stupidest resident on the island or she was as dumb as a fox. Silly games and redirection, the synergy of deception and tactics a cunning that drew a foe from the safety of there domain. Lavana could have blazed her way in darkness on a rampage through the forest like a real idiot only to be butchered in an ambush chasing a foe in territory they knew far better then her.

But Lavana had managed to not only smoke out her assailant, the girl met her openly on the battlefield face to face left hand extended leaving herself exposed as if asking to be struck in the chest. She didnt need much to be aquainted and understand the mechanics of a pointy stick, so easy even a caveman could do it. And while the idea of driving the javalin through her form, and leaving her perched upright like some twisted offering for the birds had a particular appeal.

The idea of following through and skewering someone that had only warned her seemed like bad form, and she was nice enough to offer food and possibly shelter. It was more then Vega had done, she was left outside like an animal in the freezing cold to fend for herself as she cast her aside with sweet words and ettiquet when her home was destroyed. Vega thought it was easy dealing with the voices, and showed insincerity to her dilema even denying her a meeting with Arlo that could have been life changing. Lavana admittedly even wished ill will, she hoped one day Vega would have to endure such cruel malicious hardship to feel like exactly what she did to be on the outside looking in.

In light of this the savage seemed more civil then those that clung to civilization and claimed to be something they werent.

So when the savage stomped, Lavana listened and clung at the spear as her mask of personality was adorned as she continued on with the masquerade. "But you... you give me, mine!" She held it firmly, before she averted her gaze away from Qit as she asserted it was not a toy stepping off to the side putting Qits left side in the way of the right. "Fine, you take, you take" she offered it politely as she put it in her hand whimsical like here you win. "But that makes you a Giver, Taker" she blew a raspberry to emphasize the point"blllllpffllllllllp" although her hijinks stopped when she noticed the sores on her chest. "Ouch? What happened?" she pointed at the open wounds.

And while Lavana did enjoy her interaction with her, she was still alert her killer instinct swiping the proverbial whet stone of her mind to sharpen her focus as she understood that there was the possibility of a weapon in the right hand under the cloak, maybe she wasnt the only one that understood the game was afoot in there cloak and dagger encounter.

Lavana had learned the hard way not to let her guard down and trust people she just met, so her positioning would always be mindful and on guard.

But Lavana wasnt going to draw first either as she accepted the courtesy with an heir of caution, shed learned a little discipline since last her mother had called her; Her Greatest Failure. So she wouldnt start violence unless met with it, however shed be quick to settle a rebuke if it came.

So shed follow Qit but always just a little behind, and off to the left until trust was established.
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Postby Qit'ria » Mon Feb 26, 2018 11:13 pm

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Qit'ria stopped at the simpleton's accusation. A giver-taker?! How dare she! The huntress had never given it as a gift in the first place!

But. The woman was a simpleton, needed taken care of, helpless on her own. The ridiculously large sword on her back, the fact she couldn't feed herself was more than evident of that. A sword that big would be useless in most situations. She had no protection in the wilds. That wasn't good. Qit'ria would never ask for someone to be disarmed out here. It was a death sentence. And so, the huntress made up her mind.

"I show you. You keep. Me not giver-taker."

QIt'ria walked ahead of the woman, looking for a suitable moment to use in order to teach this fool something useful. There was a small clearing nearby that Qit kept an eye on being so close to her camp. Her line of trip wire alarms was near to it, and she realized this woman would set them off in her stumbling about, probably would break them entirely. To avoid such an annoyance, when Qit came close to the thin vines with metallic objects, mostly coins she'd carved up, she stopped and knelt down.

"Come, look."


She pointed at the vine. She'd pulled it across an obvious pathway people might use to get through the brush, just before a log to step over. This helped to hide it as the colors were similar. If you weren't paying especially close attention, it would blend right in. She flicked the vine, to demonstrate the metallic tinkling sounds.

"These mine. No use on animal path. Mean people come. Make warning. Last man firetalker. Set forest fire. Carve out heart next see."

Qit'ria stepped over it and onto the log, and into the clearing. She pointed at a dead tree. "Watch me." She showed the woman how she held it around the corded grip, index finger beneath, thumb and middle finger connected around. She hiked her arm back, elbow in line with her shoulders and neck, extending into a perfect line with her pointed empty arm. She hopped up, before skipping forward several times before powerfully twisting her body as her elbow flung forward. She kept her arm high, and spun into the throw.

The javelin flew hard, Qit'ria having noticed lately how much stronger her muscles were getting. It thudded heavily into the wood of the dead tree, sending out a spray of crumbled bark, and shaking loose snow from the branches. When Qit'ria turned to Lavana, the moonlight could be seen glowing off her feral smile. It was a throw for her to be proud of. She walked up to the tree, and gripped it, and went to pull it, realizing it was stuck in further than she'd thought. She pressed a foot against it, and the taut muscled in her arm hardened as she yanked it free.

She walked back to Lavana and handed her the javelin. "You do. When hit tree, you keep spear. Then we get hunt."
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Thu Mar 01, 2018 1:56 pm

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It seemed as if her gambit had paid off as the huntress had relinquished ownership of the javelin not wanting to be branded a dreaded -giver taker- apparently even in the wilderness such a taboo was considered uncouth.

Lavana listened intently while she looked at the alarm rigging. Trying to make sense of her small words in an effort to view the bigger picture. It was hard to say how many mages were on the island, or if the fire man was truly the same issue that mortal born faced. But given there scarcity there was a distinct possibility maybe deception could be used if it wasn't. "Yes, bad. See him, he Burns all, I help, we kill, you keep" Lavana tried to use her finger waggling skills acquired by the portal wizard Sephira using her dramatic flair of sorceress gestures and handmovement to eloquently illustrate the intention of her simple words.

Lavana was playing with fire like some wicked tramp. Had no limits when it came to what she wanted Maxs mans demise, shed be a devil's bitch and a liar if it meant achieving a means to his end. Lavana had learned with Vega it required team work to overcome an obstacle you couldn't rightly handle on your own.

It felt different for her as she watched the savage throw her spear. There was weight in it, and while it wasn't truly a gift as much as an aversion of being stigmatized.

It wasn't what it was but more or less what it meant as her fingers tightened around it.

As Raskalarns Greatest Failure watched her form, she had a little acrobatics with which to work with but she needed to understand this waltz of death. Maneuver her foot work to twist and turn with such grace and form. It honestly looked like the huntress was infinitely better as she hopped with tentative poise before hurling. As her weapon flew with deft murderous intent it hit the tree robustly the trill sound of vibration from wooden shaft echoing in the darkness.

Lavana looked and nodded attempting this spear chuck shuffle, her movements thought not flowing choppy in imitation. Sloppy in application of haphazard procedure as her feet grounded did not glide.

But as she was about to throw that javelin at the tree her foot snagged a rock and she went tumbling over butt first in the snow post haste. She felt embarrassed and curled up for a moment. A mixture of mettle and discipline stirred in her, was she gonna cry like when her mother rejected her or was she going to dust that shit off her shoulder and pick herself up.

She began the movements a second time, as her feet tip tapped but as expected were held back with fear and anxiety the thought of failure loomed over her head. The technique bleak in comparison to one of competence, as her imitation of technique wisped from her her hand. It went forward, the throw more muscle then technique wished and hit the corner of the tree.

All stopping power, zero accuracy a reckless throw worthy of a barbarian.

Maybe the complicated competent technique was too much too soon for such a simpleton.

Lavana was pleased with herself regardless as she arrogantly stood with triumphant resolve. Like she was some sort of patron saint of quietes.

"Look look, you see.

Huntress"


She beamed a toothy smile, surely Qit would recognise the greatness.
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Postby Qit'ria » Wed Mar 28, 2018 6:51 pm

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Qit'ria watched with stern, calculating eyes as Lavana prepared the first attempt, just as her mother had done for her, all those arcs ago. Qit'ria was taught the javelin shortly after she could walk. Her mother had presented each of her daughters with a variety of ranged weapons at an early age, so early Qit couldn't remember it. She picked out the spears. Her sisters picked knives, a bow, and a sling respectively. Qit'ria absentmindedly rubbed her chin, where she'd fallen on her first throw, just as Lavana had. She'd split her chin on a rock and cried. Briefly. Until her mother had slapped and shook and snarled the tears out of her. Made her too scared to continue crying.

But Qit'ria was not her mother, and had no intention of punishing this simpleton for failing. It was expected. If just anyone could throw a javelin, they would. She watched as the woman picked herself up, and reset. Qit'ria smiled, a small one, but it was there. And she watched as the woman hurled the javelin, this time not landing on her face. It wobbled heavily as it flew. There was next to no spin on it, which in and of itself was impressive. Qit wasn't even sure she could do that on purpose, at least not the first time. And without the spin, it flew heavily off target, only barely striking the tree.

And Qit was beaming. She bounded forward, slapping the simple woman on the back, "Much gooder!" She turned to the tree and yanked out the javelin, a lot more easily than she had her own. She then handed the javelin over to Lavana. "It now yous." She took Lavana's hand that the spear was put into, and opened the palm. She closed the hand around the shaft in the grip that she used earlier. She then tugged on the spear to force a reflex grip out of Lavana. "See, good hold."

She then showed how the spear was meant to slide forward while spinning off the fingers. "When throw, see small spot. Aim small. Miss small." Qit'ria then drew another javelin, one of her own, "We hunt now. Make quiet. More quiet you be, close get to creature, make throw not hard. No talk on hunt. Never. Scare beast."

She didn't ask if the simple woman was ready. One had to always be ready when in the wilds. She at pointed at Lavana's eyes, then pointed her own feet. She led the way from the clearing, crouched down, rolling her feet from heel to toe, only stepping where it was clear to do, second nature for the woman by now. She made her way to the nearest game trail, and examined the prints there. Fresh hooves. She pointed down at the hoof prints, then held her fingers above her head, to indicate deer's antlers. Specifically, hafrein. She showed Lavana how the hoof print was pointed, so that indicated direction.

As she continued along the trail, she pointed out bushes that had the snow recently shaken off, from a beast foraging, pointed out droppings and urine spots. Eventually the tracks deviated off the trail, and Qit'ria knew they must be close. If the deer had left the trail, at this time of day, or as day as it could be in Cylus, that meant it was bedding down. There was not much food around here, and the water source was further up the trail and it wasn't mating season. That meant bedding down. Qit'ria pointed in the direction the deer had gone, and pressed a finger to her lips, indicating that Lavana was to go first, and quietly. The woman needed to get her own kill. But just in case, Qit'ria kept her own javelin ready. Plus there might be more than one. Usually some like to bed down together, particularly females and juveniles.
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Fri Apr 06, 2018 7:11 pm

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Lavana beamed the biggest smile after receiving that pat on the back. It wasn't often Raskalarns Greatest Failure got praise, so when she finally got just a taste of positive feed back it made the mortal borns cheeks aglow as she squeed internally in pure delight. Hard work pays off, and now she was gooder there was really no other way around that feeling of accomplishment as she soaked in the compliment and used it as fuel to continue to succeed.

"But yous the goodest". As Lavana pointed at the the magnificent instructor. A real teacher teaching classes would have left Lavana lulled to sleep, hands on learning was her favorite kind.

As Qit opened her hand and put the Javalin in it, Amber eyes fixated on not just what was going on visually but how it felt mechanically as the huntress divulged her wisdom to her as she closed her fingers around the and while the gauntlet she wore obstructed her physical touch. The mortal born understood it in her sinew and fibers as she recorded this moment in muscle memory to be recollected upon as the Javelin was tugged but did not escape her grasp.

She was quiet and alert after being shown how to properly put spin on the weapon while throwing it. Lavana suspected it was because she had not released it properly that it failed to hit the target.

While Qit was explaining a skill Lavana was becoming acquainted with the concept of the grip and release as she visualized the center of mass on the tree as she made stabbing thrusts at the air with the Javelin held up high.

Aim small, go big" Lavana nodded intently as the wild woman showed her more, told her to shut her trap and follow and do with not words eyes and body language. Lavana felt like a fine tuned assassin as she followed the huntresses steps.

She learned her sabatons were going to make this much harder as her gear made a little noise. Despite this the mortal born was doing her best to carefully watch how she shadow stepped in the forest the huntress had made it look easy while Lavana still crouched down was trying her best to imitate such a precision killer on the prowl using the sides of her feet and also on the look out for debris that would cause a clattering racket. Things like sticks snapped and crunched but the mortal was determined to be like the elusive savage; heal to toe, heal to toe. The gifts she gave were generous and powerful and Lavana was obliged to follow as she trailed shortly behind.

They'd move and continue forward under the night sky, scoping out tracks hooves to be exact and amber eyes squinted as she saw the scat and crinkled her nose but she was learning valuable survival skills as they made there way past the trails.

Lavana opened her mouth as if to speak, eyes shocked in surprise then closed immediately as she found herself grinning stupidly. Almost fucked herself up and lived up to her self proclaimed title of Raskalarns Greatest Failure. As she quickly and firmly nodded her head once in agreement.

Lavana continued on as she had watched and emulated what she perceived as a predator of predators, the mortal born was physically capable of watching and learning and proceeded into the brush avoiding low hanging branches as she stayed down wind.

She kept the pace steady as she spotted the Deer, Lavana kept her movements steady as she came across her quarry a deer kneeling down. Steady, slow advance before she perched herself up to throw.

But as she did this the fauns ears perked up, and shot up. Lavana was quick with her reflexes as she ran forward taking those hoping steps, she twisted at the core as her hand propelled forward letting the Javelin twirl from her fingers as Lavana threw her shot at the envisioned small target at the deers center of mass but it kicked off and her Javelin flew forward.

Shed hit the Deer but more in the hind quarter somewhere between ass and hip as the shaft slid into its form while it managed to go mid stride before the release of the shaft.

The deer was still capable of moving it would be up to the huntress to finish what Lavana had started as she throw just good enough to slow it down.
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Postby Qit'ria » Sat Apr 28, 2018 8:08 pm

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Qit'ria watched as the woman stalked off on her own, feeling pride as she at least made the attempts at careful, quiet steps. They were still far too loud for a proper huntress, but Qit refused to show any cringing from the clinking of metal on stone or the crunching of leaves. It was the simpletons first trial at it. She would get better at it. Or die of starvation. Qit's lips curled into the faintest of smiles as the woman seemed to have spotted her quarry, obvious in the way her body now moved with purpose instead of being aimless.

But that one-tenth smile faded to a thin line as the woman popped up suddenly. Of course that would startle the deer. A slow creeping rise would've been the far better choice. The throw could've been in the air before the deer heard anything. That meant Lavana would be dealing with a moving target. Much more difficult for a beginner.

Qit'ria crept forward with fast steps, keeping low, working around Lavana's left, seeing a bunch of trees and shrubbery to the deer's right, as it now stood. Lavana's form showed promise. She was trying to do it right, and Qit'ria appreciated that immensely. Laziness would not be tolerated. The javelin flew, wobbling all over the place. But it struck, a shallow blow in the hind quarters. All the strength in the world meant nothing if your form was awful.

The throw did push the creature off balance though, and it stumbled. And Qit stopped, and watched, waiting, unseen to Lavana, tucked behind a tree. The creature regained its footing, and took off with a limp. Qit looked ahead of it, picking the path it would take, for deer were dumb, always taking the easiest option for fleeing. She knew where it would be. And before the deer turned, Qit'ria unleashed her throw, a longer distance than she would normally do.

The javelin spun in a tight circle, had the standard wobble, and just when it seemed it might miss wholly, the deer swerved left to avoid some brush. The javelin struck it right behind the shoulder, piercing through its lungs, just missing its heart. The force knocked it onto its side with a heavy thud. Qit'ria set in a run toward it, quick to protect her kill, drawing her sword on the fly. Upon arriving at the corpse, she could see it wasn't yet dead, slowly drowning in its own blood. A painful death.

Reaching into her pocket, she held a knife out, for the simpleton to take when she arrived, "Kill. No make suffer." She then pulled the coil of rope from her waist, and tossed it on the ground, "Tie. You meal, you drag. At camp, I teach how make food." Qit pulled her javelin free of the animal, turned and began walking back toward the camp, knowing she would be leaving the simpleton alone for a while. Some things could only be learned by doing. And this was one of them.

Plus deer were really heavy, and Qit didn't feel like dragging it right now.
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