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Qit'ria and Nir'wei are sent on a mini-adventure.

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Unseen Enemy.

Postby Nir'wei » Tue May 01, 2018 1:41 am

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As Qit rounded the brush, Nir'wei squatted as close as he dared, within viewing distance but still more than far enough that an errant cough hopefully wouldn't interrupt the take-down. "Have you seen the way she looks at you?" Greyhide suddenly asked, eyes fixed sternly on the Hafrein first, hunter second. Watching for the slightest twitch, the signal he needed to jump in and take the kill for himself. He never found it. "Like an eagle that looks at a dead pigeon. Wasted meat, not worth scavenging. It's almost as bad as the looks you give her back." There was a stern humour in his voice, amused but berating. Whatever hidden message was masked in his words, Nir'wei didn't see it, nor did he need to. She could think whatever she thought of him. He'd already made amends with that. "Envy is unbecoming of you," the wolf chimed.

"Stop reading my thoughts," he sent back, shooting a harsh glare the wolf's way and nearly tripping over himself when he looked down and found Greyhide already staring back up at him with those eerie, yet familiar eyes of his. The exact same ones that he owned himself. If he looked deep enough, he could see his own reflection in them. A dark, endless tunnel of blue. "I don't envy her," he added afterwards, light and conversational. Somewhere in the distance a scuffling, possibly a fight, though he no longer paid attention to it; whatever happened was hers to trouble with now. "I have a place here. I'm no longer dying; that's always a bonus. A stable, well-paying job doing what I love, with all the freedoms I could need. My best friend is within a break's fly, at best - oh, right, I can fly now. I'd almost forgotten." Something about this conversation was really starting to grate on his nerves the more they talked about it. "So what, she can throw a javelin a little better than me. A javelin? Come on."

"You know this isn't about the javelin." The wolf breathed out a strange sigh and sat on its haunches, apparently resigned. A faint sound, like the tearing of fabric. "At the end of today, we'll go home to our tent. Tomorrow we'll return to the Menagerie. And the cycle will begin again." He nodded vaguely in the direction of where Qit'ria had slunk off. "She'll go home, and tomorrow she'll be doing a job for anyone, doing anything." Well, not anything, Nir'wei amended... but he didn't like the thought process. "It's the price you've paid for a nice, stable, well-paying job. You've traded in your adventure." Somewhere in the back of his head, he could feel Archailist nodding enthusiastically in agreement, and fresh annoyance stoked the low flame he'd already been harbouring since before they'd set out. "And seeing someone else enjoying everything you've lost..."

Nir'wei banished those thoughts and stood abruptly, doing his best to mentally ignore where the wolf was going. It was a good thing Qit'ria had already snagged the Hafrein, because where he'd stomped through the wilderness without any particular finesse before out of inexperience, he was fully aware of how much he was probably messing things up now. He was past the point of giving a shit. It really was blind luck by this point that there wasn't much on the path he took that could make any significant noise. "You finished?" Stupid question, he realised, looking down at the trapped animal. He winced at the literal hole in its leg. The best way to stop it from running off, but certainly not the best way to keep it on its feet later-on. They still had to walk the damn thing and there was no point taking them down if they just died from exhaustion, blood loss, infection, internal bleeding, or any other host of complications that often came paired with a javelin wound to the leg. This is why they had the blunt arrows! This is why they had poison, for Karem's sake!

He looked back up to the huntress and something suddenly clicked. "Oh for the love of..." He covered his eyes with a hand and looked away. Seriously, he knew that rustling of clothes was bad for stealth and all, but there were limits! "You want something to cover yourself with, I've got spare clothes!" Apparently not, because from the corners of his hand he could see her slinking off again already, off in search of more meat... and leaving this one lying on the ground, unconscious and expertly trussed... but still unguarded. Damn it all. "Screw it," he muttered under his breath. He'd love to make sure that their efforts didn't go to waste and leave their prey out in the open, vulnerable to any predator or scavenger to run off with their first - perhaps only - mount, but he turned and followed suit, doing his best imitation of her crouch as he could manage... though it'd probably look mocking if she ever actually turned around and looked.
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Unseen Enemy.

Postby Qit'ria » Tue May 15, 2018 11:36 pm

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Qit'ria didn't bother to listen to the man's complaints about her methods, nor her nudity. Those things were his problems, not hers. If he couldn't keep his manroot in check just because her tits were out, that was his fault, not hers. She had no reason to be ashamed of her body, she knew she had the look of a strong, lethal predator. Smirking as she crouch walked through the forest, wishing she'd only been wearing her loincloth. But alas she had on breeches too. If she hadn't, she'd have removed the loincloth right in his face to further upset him. Maybe next time. It was good to know that nudity upset him though. Maybe she could use it to her advantage later. She settled for constantly looking back at him, under the guise of checking on him, and observing his rather strange style of crouch walking, exposing her breasts to him more. She hoped he hated it.

She stopped suddenly, looking down at the trail. A bunch of fresh hooves had just left the main path, veering down a narrow side path. She held a hand up to Nir'wei to stop as she listened. She could hear the birds through the area, and closed her eyes. She could hear the gentle breeze blowing, shaking the leaves. She could hear Nir'wei's breathing, slow and calm. Then she heard the light and subtle shhhhh. Flowing water. Perfect. She turned to Nir'wei, not speaking for she didn't want them to potentially hear her. She pointed down the trail, held up four fingers, based on the tracks she saw. She then pointed at Nir'wei and then straight down to the spot they stood at, hoping he'd understand that she wanted him to stay here. She then pointed to herself, and made a big sweeping motion around the path, followed by the four fingers moving up the path. She felt the plan was obvious and would work well.

And with a nod, and a slight extra bounce of her perky breasts, just to annoy him, she crept off in a round about manner, branching off away from the side path, moving slow, taking extra caution in both where her feet landed, as well as what she stepped over. She continued in this manner until she reached the water's edge, obscured by a muddy overhang. Peering up the bank, she could see five deer. She cursed herself, she could've sworn it was four. Three large female adults, and two male juveniles. She'd given Nir'wei roughly ten bits to prepare his trap. Hopefully he was ready. She stowed her javelin and bent down grabbing two large rocks, one in each hand. From her hidden vantage point, she heaved the first, lobbing it through the air, watching mud fling off it.

It splashed down heavily in the water right in front of the deer and they scampered away from the water's edge, but remained near. Perfect, Qit wanted them to see her coming in a moment. She ran out around the overhang snarling loudly, and threw the rock in their general direction, not looking to actually hit any of them. The adults turned up the side path, the juveniles following clumsily. She chased after them, wooping loudly, something she wouldn't normally do, but it would at least signal him, to be ready, though he should already be. She took off after them, pulling a javelin out once more, hoping to see some effort from this supposed hunter.
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Unseen Enemy.

Postby Nir'wei » Mon May 21, 2018 9:10 pm

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After the first few times catching her breasts every time she turned around, he kept his eyes stoically on her back. He liked her back when she didn't pay attention to him... and when she was fully-clothed. Maybe 'liked' was a bit of a strong word. 'Tolerated' would be better. "You think the Menagerie will be angry with me if I just... tie her up and leave her out here when we're done?" he asked Greyhide, earning a noncommittal mental shrug, lopsided with a little twist of humour. "It wouldn't be hard, I could use her own trousers to gag her... I wouldn't leave her anywhere dangerous, just stuffed under a tree or something. She'd find her way out again, eventually... maybe if she's lucky a Stagrein would find her. She'd need to be careful though; she's so interested in showing her womanparts off, it might give it the wrong idea." That got a real bark of mental laughter and a wicked smile grew over his face. Well, until he realised how strange it must have looked, grinning foolishly while Qit'ria stared at him, unburdened breasts hanging like ripe fruit. He said nothing and continued.

The tracks grew clear up ahead; the group that the lone Hafrein they'd left behind must have broken away from. Hoofprints pressed deep into the mud were the first sign, but as soon as he started to actually sit and look for them, it was like they were everywhere. The leaves either side had looked lopsided and misshapen, but closer inspection proved that was because of the tiny teeth marks littering them where they'd chewed in passing. There were too many hoofmarks to make out how many there were, but as Qit started making some sort of vague hand gestures, it became clear that she knew. Four? Sounded like a good estimate, he couldn't be sure himself. Then... she wanted him to follow the trail while she scouted, maybe? Or... no, stay here while she searched the area? He really couldn't be sure, if this was sign language it was both insultingly difficult to understand and not as elaborate as he thought it should be.

She nodded, he nodded, she turned and left and he tried to hold back his gag reflex. Gods, if she didn't put something on before they started the journey home, he was going to FORCE a shirt on her! "So, how are you going to deal with four Hafrein when they inevitably come down this section of path?" Greyhide asked as he sat in the middle of it, staring up at him with the air of a rueful grin.

"You know just as well as I do that I have absolutely no idea," he muttered back. What did she expect him to do? He didn't have a shovel to dig a pit... and really that was the only thing that sprung to mind when trying to trap a moderate number of large animals. Rope traps? Maybe, if he really knew how to make them, but these were big animals... not to mention, making four in one spot? "... Tripwire?" It was really the best thing he could think of, stopping them for a brief moment and then hitting as many as possible with a healthy dose of arrows and poison. It'd be a hard move though. He'd never been much of a fast shooter, so five arrows in quick succession... he'd be close to them, though. Hiding under the trees just a few steps away. As long as he hit true, it'd work.

Just in case, after pulling out his length of rope, lying it across the trail and positioning himself on one side and Greyhide on the other, he took out eight arrows and lined them up on the ground beside him, each broad tip smeared with a healthy covering of the poison from the vial. Eight, just in case he missed... and as a back-up plan, he smeared a good deal over his own heavy hunting knife as well, kept at his hip. For if things got really hairy.

The thunderous sound of hoofs down a beaten track sprung as soon as he'd finished. It felt like barely ten bits - she really didn't intend to give him much time to prepare in advance, did she?! The trees did a good job of obscuring him for the surprise attack. Both a good and a bad thing, since they also meant he couldn't see them on the advance, instead struggling to roughly time when they would be charging up the track just before the rope. He tugged sharply at the same time as Greyhide and felt the sharp pull as the leading Hafrein snagged on the rope, momentum sending it crashing forward head-over-heels in a tangle. The second Hafrein followed, and the third, some prancing up onto their hind-legs while screaming in an effort to avoid the snag and ending up tumbling backwards or tripping over those behind them in the crowd. It was an absolute mess. Just as he'd hoped.

Switching the length of rope for his bows and pre-poisoned arrows, he lined up the first shot with what he hoped was the first Hafrein and shot as hard as he could at point-blank range into the side of its chest, the arrow digging deep and earning a fresh cry of pain before he grabbed the next arrow, re-drew, aimed, shot. Greyhide took the other side, snapping at the Hafrein and barking, corralling them together and keeping the stragglers from moving too far after they were snagged while Nir'wei released shot after frantic shot, growing sloppy and hitting many of the less-vulnerable regions in the process, but as long as he dosed them and dosed them good, they'd be coming down one way or another, he knew... and that was the hard part. Not the most effective or elaborate trap, he had to admit... but he'd done what he could with the materials he was given!
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