You know they're only toys

Itzal · 09-03-2012, 08:23 PM

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Word Count :: 000 || Points: 0 Forward dated to the 7th. Sorry this is so sucky :C, set near midday, in the southern part of dampwods.

Itzal stopped running and took a deep breath, trying to get as much air as his lungs could take in. The black male had been running at a steady pace for the past hour and had finally decided to give himself a break. He leaned against a tree and let out the deep breath he had just taken in. He was pushing himself today because for the last few weeks he had been unable to freely run because of his damn leg. Now that his leg was feeling good as new he had no excuse not to come out and push himself. He hadn't even started using his weapons yet either. He had his katana with him, though he barely knew how to use it, and his knives. His knives were his specialty though he was always open for learning to use new weapons, his knives and his dagger were the first weapons he reached for when it came down to it.

Itzal took a breath and pushed off the tree. He started to jog, his hand already pulling three throwing knives out of his pouch. He scanned the trees in front of him, his eyes locking on one about 15 feet from him. He threw the first two knives and watched them hit the tree with a smack. He switched his gaze to a tree that was a another five feet to the left of the first and threw the last knife. Itzal stopped his jogging and went to get the first two knives. He pulled them out, having to use a bit of strength because they were so far embedded in the wood. When he finally got the two out he moved on to the third. When he got to the knife he pulled on the knife. He managed to wiggle it out of the wood with a smirk. He looked around and then blew out a exasperated breath, "Stupid trees" He growled, feeling restless. It didn't matter how much he threw his knives, he still wanted something more. He wanted to actually fight with someone. Even if it wasn't a serious fight.

Itzal started walking again, all threw knives back in their place. He pulled the two sultan knives off his belt and twirled them in his hands. He wanted some use for his weapons. He wanted someone to come to him and give him a job. A job that suited his special skills. A job that suited the profession he had chosen to follow. But no one had in a while and that just caused the male to want a job more. He knew that soon he would start to move up the warrior ranks in the pack but in the mean time he wanted something to do.

Kaitriona Aibreann · 09-03-2012, 10:28 PM

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Still the same densely compacted woodland fitted with tight trees and bends like all the other terrain the pair journeyed through, but the pine needles cushioning the ground were generally easier for Apache Outlaw to navigate through. Kaitriona was nothing short of a horse whisperer in any sense, but assumed she could almost sympathize with the Warmblood's pain of finding open pastures to graze, open fields to run, and flat ground without any irritable branches attempting to scratch the sensitive side of Outlaw's flanks. This travel from the Alaskan state, down through the tedious terrain of Canada and Nova Scotia surely had to be wearing Outlaw thin by now. Even she was bored with the consistency of traveling through what was the same damn forest for miles on end. Then again, it was nothing like the frigid blizzards of the North in Alaska, or the freezing waters of the Pacific near the Aleutian Islands. Kaitriona was glad she was as far away as possible from there, never to return ever again.

Apache Outlaw was due for a deserved rest stop and drink. Leaving him to meddle in a brook, Kaitriona kept her deerskin pack and Naginata strapped on her back as she wandered into the thicket of the Dampwoods. The tangle of streams that were like veins providing life into the Dampwoods also made the atmosphere humid, as she tossed her long cascade of dark raven hair behind her shoulders. Briskly walking upon an unnamed path, there was faint smack heard nearby, as it sounded like metal cracking into tree bark. Stopping, Kaitriona tilted her nose upward, breathing in the humid air of the Dampwoods, catching a masculine scent not too far from her vicinity. Keeping quiet (and with the pine needles greatly cushioning her foot falls), Kaitriona headed in the direction of the sound and smell to investigate further.

As an espionage in the Dampwoods, Kaitriona remained undercover in the foliage as she observed a dark male, tall and brawny, wrench out knives thrown at the tree. Muttering a frustrated sentence, Kaitriona kept low but crept forward behind shrubbery to follow. His entire figure expressed frustration, tossing the knives into trees that crossed his path. Kaitriona studied the technique he used, thoughtful on his method. There was a part of her that said to let him go about his way, but also a rare component who wanted to offer advice on distance and his trajectory. What better way to do this than show him an example of hers?

Attempting to be as noiseless as possible, Kaitriona dug for her throwing knives from her deerskin pack. When the male was about to walk past a certain tree, Kaitriona reeled up from her hiding, using a breakneck force of deadly swiftness. Her knife careened through the air, assailing downward at first, but hitting its mark perfect upon the tree directly in front of him. If he would have been any closer, it might have penetrated him. Clearly this was her way of breaking the ice, since Kaitriona really wasn't much of an icebreaker to begin with. "You try to always make the same movements with your arm and body, with always the same force." Kaitriona then spoke, her tone critical, but a smirk was slowly beginning to turn at the edges of her muzzle. Showoff.

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Itzal · 09-04-2012, 05:57 PM

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Word Count :: 000 || Points: 0 Wasn't sure if you knew, but Itzal is a master knife thrower....lol. Let me know if you want anything changed, like the PP on her not moving when he threw the knife.

The fact that Itzal didn't jump when the knife went by his head meant that he had known the girl was there, on some level. It pleased him, because being an expert at stealth himself, he was always trying to make sure he knew when others were following him unseen. Itzal may have not known the girl was following him consciously, but something had tipped him off subconsciously. Itzal looked at the knife in front of him and looked at the female who had risen from the bushes to throw the knife. He raised an eyebrow as she tried to give him some friendly advice. Itzal laughed softly to himself as the girl tried to give him advice. Itzal, who was one of the best knife throwers in Nova Scotia. He was basically a master with his throwing knives. And she was giving him advice?

Itzal smiled at her and looked back at the knife. Maybe she should know who she was dealing with. But Itzal wasn't the kind of person to take offense at someone giving him advice. And he figured the only way to show her that he knew what he was doing was to show her. "Hmm, you mean like this?" He asked, grabbing her knife and, with a snap of his wrist that had all of his skill and power behind it, sent it flying back by the girl's head. If she had leaned to the side, it would have struck her. But she didn't, and it thudded into the tree, just like it had to him. He smirked at the girl and shrugged, "I think I got it." He said, throwing one of his own knives at a tree that was between both of them. It thudded into the trunk perfectly, just as all of his knives before.

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