[P] in my right hand there's the great unknown
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For what purpose these traps and snares existed she did not know, nor did she consider at length. The concept that they might have belonged to somebody, that they existed to protect something, never entered her mind.


Glaringly white and uncoated in daylight, the Aika had stopped a number of times with equal parts delight and suspicion in her eyes, glancing a scarcely unnatural weave of vines here or an abstract scent in a particular nook there. Gethsemane did not understand them, though interpreting them as intentional; not much else in this area seemed to reek of anything in particular, and to the wandering vagrant that she was, they were but traps placed randomly or left behind by fellow stragglers at some earlier point in time.


The woman had dropped her stuffed and ripped satchel to look into another strange weaving of vines, only to hear metal teeth close around it. Or attempt to close, anyway. As teeth dug into the fabric, glittering possessions began to spill forth and readily empty the bag between pressure of the jaws.


Nina had laughed and attempted to pry the jaws apart to little avail. When she grew bored of the effort, she carefully pulled herself up into the treetops and began snapping sticks from the branches to throw at random places on the ground.


Another trap snapped shut, splintering a tossed branch. Seated with legs dangling on a thick limb near to the trunk she jumped, startled by the noise, then burst into snorting laughter and snapped the next branch.


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OOC: Lokr is such a dweeb I'm not sorry


Breath rushed through his lungs. There was a burning, deep and sullen, that rose like stoked embers with every gutted breath.


He ran like a wild thing; Dark hair loose and astray, vicious eyes wide and maddened. The slender yew bow was smooth as a lover's thigh in the man's tight grip. The claws of his hand bit into his palms, the fletching of one arrow black as the blood that pounded in his tall, torn ears.


Lokr Revlis ran from nothing. At some point there had been a deer, and he had been chasing it, but even his conscious mind knew that the creature had evaded him and still he ran - A torn shred of shadows that fluttered like a rag, all long limbs and sharp, cruel lines.


He might've ran on, on and past, were it not for the sound - Crack! Crack! Crack!. He came to stillness like a stag, lungs heaving, bow readied.


The young man took a moment to still his breath, and then he slunk forth towards where the traps were scattered. Lokr knew their locations as well as he knew his own pulse; And so, even unexpecting as he was, the scene he walked into was nonetheless a surprise.


The girl in the tree looked as wild as he felt. Her black hair was a maddened mess, blunt and forceful about the everblue of laughing eyes. Lokr's blinked slow, and lowered the notched arrow he had ready.


"That was unnecessary," When he spoke it was with a dry, crisp disapproval, and the wave of one dark hand to indicate the mess she had made of hours of carefully set traps.

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Her suspicions that the traps were placed with tact and intent were more or less confirmed when a panting young man and his bow appeared, disapproving from the moment of his arrival. Gethsemane followed with her eyes his motion over the multiple traps disengaged by her hand, but instead of sorrow or shame the Aika grinned wide and began to kick her legs.


"It was unnecessary to ruin my bag," she said, thrusting a white finger at the teeth closed around an overstuffed bag not far from the stranger's toes. "Are dese yours? I've never seen anyt'ing like it. What kind of t'ings you usually catch in dem?"


A stray finger motioned to the bow and arrow lowering with his guard. "You know how to use dat t'ing?" Nina leaned forward, eyes dropping half-lidded and jaw balanced dreamily between her palms. "O sólo estás fingiendo para que te ves más guapo?"


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OOC: ---


She was entirely unshamed by his chiding; In fact, Lokr's sulking words served only to make a broad, toothy smile bloom across the young woman's face. His hand dropped from its cross gesture, fingers flexing uncertainly at the look of such a grin.


There was something childish about her; The way her legs swung gaily below the branch, the leer as she leaned forward from her high perch. As his eyes roved and assessed, he saw too that perhaps she was simply on the cusp of womanhood - Her body lacked the feminine curves he was familiar with in women, the kind of flesh that made a man's hands ache to touch.


Regardless of her age, the matter remained at hand - And he, irritated, was eager to bite at the bait. "Your bag shouldn't have found its way so close to my traps," The dark one sneered, his expression pinched with a brooding scowl. Her questions, a rapid short-fire of inquisition, made the young man's black lips twitch in dismay.


"Deer, rabbits," He began, narrowed pupils suggesting that the cool and disinterested tone was a warning rather than a truth, "And stupid chits who swing their things too close to our borders," Yellow teeth glittered quickly, a crocodilian grin that was gone as fast as it had come.


She changed, then; Those cerulean eyes half-lidded, as though intoxicated by some thought she did not care to share - And the words, when they were spoken, made his skin prickle uncomfortably. She spoke Italian, and the old language flowed over him, so strange and uncanny in the way it came out of her pursed ivory maw. "I know how to use it," He sputtered indignantly; Not quite sure at what point he had allowed the young woman to crawl under his skin.


Trying to pull the air of cold indifference back over his sharp face, Lokr folded his arms crossly, and fixed her with his best glare. "How about you get down from that tree, before I show you," He hissed.

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Easier aggravated, this one; into his sour demeanor and pointed words Nina grinned, not quite oblivious and yet not quite feigning. "Well, de traps are very 'ard to see, you know. I put my bag down and—kssch!" Her fingers, extended and bent like teeth, snapped together. She laughed, shrugged, and smiled. "You are very good at 'iding them, but I would really like my bag back. 'Ow do you open de t'ing?"


The insult obvious and noticed but left to roll nonchalantly from her shoulders, Nina affixed instead on word of borderlines. Head tilted and legs paused their energetic kicking. "Borders?" The Aika breathed in a deep and exaggerated breath. "I do not smell anyt'ing 'ere."


She was not invited from the tree but threatened, and for a moment her smile wavered into something far more curious. Not only had the man understood her foreign words, but disregarded their potential kinship as foreigners to threaten her person. Among the branches she had hurt no one, and it was not as if those traps could be returned to full functioning again. "No, I t'ink you will do worse if I come down," she said, feet kicking again. "Where you from? Italy? I am from Italy. Much better place den 'ere."

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OOC: Woah um I love her?


It was there, in the way she spoke - The accent that lingered after familiar words had passed, the affliction to vowels where in the norm there was none.


While his mind worked on this puzzle, his jaws worked an answer. "With difficulty," The dark one grizzled, his voice less brittle but still laced with irritation. Pupils slid to the offending bag, whose contents had warped his clever trap beyond repair - It would be useless now, he thought. Perhaps better it than her leg, though - Limbs were not as easy to replace.


He moved to the trap and crouched on russet heels, fingers flexing a moment before delving into the tangle of the snare. A snort of disbelief crinkled his muzzle at her words. Surely, a yard more and she'd have found the marked border, the natural and sporadic growths of thistle and bramble scented by the pack. Perhaps again, this was for the best - Loners who made it that far did not always make their way back out.

Her next sentiments were sensible enough, he supposed; Though the question again knocked the young man off balance. Lokr had never been to Italy. He had never met a native, let alone spoke with one. Pupils instantly left the trap, where his clever fingers had begun to prod and disengage, and returned to the girl; Curiosity draining some of his rancid candor and leaving the sharp, cruel face bare with surprise.


"You are from Italia?" His voice was a cool breeze, drifting up to where she perched. Tall, ripped ears were piqued in the girl's direction. "I - I am not, but my padre, he-" The words stopped up in his throat as thought the young man had only just recollected himself. For a moment, his face made a funny dance, a rare melting pot of expressions that slid quickly from one to the next, and then back into careful nothingness.


His hands, remembering their task, finally freed the tattered remnants of her bag free from the jaws of the trap; Glittering things slid through black fingers and spilled onto the ground. All the while his eyes lingered, and they were shallow and full of a ravenous hunger.


"Who are you?" Lokr watched her, wondered. His tongue shifted about in his mouth, as though feeling for a missing tooth. "Perchè lasciare l'Italia per questo posto?"

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<br><div class="LokrbSigSplit"></div> <div id="signature-icons"> <a href="http://wiki.soulsrpg.com/index.php?n=Players.Alaine" target="_blank" title="PLAYER WIKI" class="player-wiki"></a><a href="http://wiki.soulsrpg.com/index.php?n=Characters.LokrRevlis" target="_blank" title="CHARACTER WIKI" class="character-wiki"></a><a href="#" class="reply-slow" title="REPLY SPEED: SLOW"></a><a href="#" class="apparel-accessories" title="Highcollar leather vest, 2 x hunting daggers, doehide quiver w/ arrows, & dragon-head longbow."></a><a href="#" target="_blank" title="Lokr speaks fluent Italian, denoted by italics and hover translation. When he speaks English, it is clear, with a slight British accent." class="foreign-language"></a><a href="#" class="scent-warning" title="Lokr disguises his scent with damp earth, pine and sea-salt."></a><a href="#" class="skill-hunting" title="Lokr is a skilled hunter."></a><a href="#" class="skill-scholar" title="Lokr is a skilled scholar."></a> <div style="font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 5px;">slithered here from Eden</div> </div> </div>[/html]


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