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Post by Trinity Rose on Mar 26, 2013 14:41:23 GMT -5
Trinity angrily swiped at an errant tree branch just in time to keep it from slapping her directly across the face. The thick forestry had caused her nothing but trouble and pain, though she usually reveled in the sounds, sights and aromas that tended to accompany them. This time was different. She hadn't eaten in days, and exhaustion was beginning to make her brain fuzzy. A band of cruel teenagers had found her asleep just on the edge of town and had taken the coat she was covering herself with. Thankfully, she'd been using her worn backpack as a pillow, and the moment they touched it she'd been startled awake. Trinity's lips had pulled back in a snear, and a spell had been readily formed in her mind, but unfortunately two children that seemed to be between the ages of seven to nine had ridden by on their bikes. Trinity was alot of things, but a child killer she was not. Had they seen her spell casting she would have had to kill them, as she'd already been through frightened and ignorant people trying to burn her at the stake. Twice. So Trinity had just grabbed her backpack, and swung it as hard as she absolutely could. It had taken two of the three boys down to the ground, and by the time they had realized what had happened, Trinity had already darted in the direction of the forest. They had given chase, but Trinity had finally lost them in the thickness.
Now, not only was she cold and hungry, she was beginning to grow weak. It had been days since she had eaten, and her sudden burst of energy to run from the boys had drained the last of what she had. Her body was trembling from fatigue. The trees around her had begun to blend in to one big blur and Trinity knew she would have to find food and shelter before too long. She'd been traveling for months, her body needed nourishment, and she'd had to steal and even kill to survive.
Rest. She would rest. Then she would find something to eat. Hopefully.
That last thought in her mind, Trinity collapsed brokenly against a tree.
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Post by Evagrii Pakoslav on Mar 28, 2013 23:43:00 GMT -5
Paws of thick and heavy muscles, tightly coiled against one another in a magnificent display of toned power, touch down softly on the bed of leaves, grass, and dirt that was the floor of the brilliant green forest of whatever part of the world he had come to. With trees growing so near each other, the brilliant silvery rays of light did little to pierce the veil of leaves and light the path that the beast walked. Golden amber eyes aglow and taking in the darkness of the night, the tiger did well to navigate a path through the woods with stealth and precision. A soft breeze of the night kissed against the fur of the lone Corbett Hunter that stalked the wilds of the world, toying with the fluffed and beautifully coloured coat that he did well to take care of.
Upon the breeze there contained the soft scent of a being not in its natural state. Rather than healthy and safe, there carried the scent of struggle and misfortunate through the sweat and grime. What was more noticeable was that the scent was not from an animal of the wilds but instead of a human. He wondered why a human was so deep in the woods as he lowered his body to a prowl as he neared the source of the scent.
Once arriving, Evagrii was shocked to see the crumpled, battered, and beaten body of a woman laying on the forest bed of grass. His eyes narrowed in thought while he sniffed slowly at the air around her to see if he could not pick up the faint trail of another nearby, though he only found the air empty. Instead, it only made clearer the woman’s desperate situation. As his nose neared the woman’s body, he caught the scent of the others that had done this to her and shook his head. The cruelties that others committed without reason were cruelties that were unforgivable. Humans oft thought themselves higher than the rest of the animals of the world, but yet their cruelties had little to do with the constant need of survival and food. It was more to do with show and pleasure, a fact he could never understand.
He lowered his massive tiger frame near her and turned his head to reach for one of the packs that hung at his side. With skill developed from a lifetime of practice, he gently pulled out one of the two large water bags he had on him as well as a few helpings of dried and cured meat from a fat bear that had dared to attack him not too many days before. Talking it down was futile and while running was an option, at the time he was hungry and required food to restock his supply. It seemed it was meant for more than him at this point and as such, he shared it happily. His warmth, his supplies, and his food and water he happily gave forth and waited patiently, untiringly until the moment she woke, whether or not it took the whole of the night.
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Post by Trinity Rose on Mar 29, 2013 0:43:25 GMT -5
The dreams that wrecked Trinity's mind weren't ones she hadn't had before. They always began the same. She was back in her tooth pick legged shack with her beloved granmere, safe and loved in the home that she had provided. She could almost smell the gumbo, or the spicy jumbalaya her grandmother had so loved to make. As she was stirring whatever delicious ingredients they had together put in a pot to boil, her granmere would be sitting in the worn down rocker in the front. The soft "creak, creak, creak" would have been an annoyance to most people, city people. But to Trinity the thought brought comfort. Comfort in the fact that though they had no material possessions, they had each other and that's all that mattered.
The soft sounds of the bar down the street would stream into their silences. The zydeco bands were playing loudly at the current fais do do. Grandmere had always encouraged her to go, but she happily spent her waking moments swimming in the gator infested waters that was just on the edge of their property, or listening to story after story of granmere's lively stories.
That's where her bubble of happiness burst. The sounds and scents of the dream began to fade, and darkness wedged itself into the heart of Trinity, closing it until she couldn't breathe in her dreams. Her surroundings bent and twisted, and returned to the woods outside their property. She was running for her life. They had killed her granmere and were coming for her. She'd tried to save her. Oh, she had tried. The sobs that escaped her were loud and wet, as she leaped over stumps, and dodged tree limbs. She knew these woods, and yet she felt completely lost and afraid.
She screamed as she felt a hand roughly seize the back of her shirt. That's when it ended. The dream always ended there thankfully. She never knew what they would do to her. She never even knew who they were. Their faces all ran together in a weird, kaladeiscope way.
Her scream would always awaken her, as it did now. Her almost convulsing body jerked ramrod straight. Sweat soaked her as she began to pull frantically at her clothes. No, they hadn't got her. She was still there, unharmed. A soft release of breath was expelled, and her eyes closed momentarily.
It was only then that she felt his prescence. Her eyes raised slowly, fear slipping into her veins as her eyes met ones that weren't human. Her breath caught, her body freezing in fear.
Her thoughts were sadistic. She had survived through years of being on her own and living in the street, only to die by being to pieces by a random tiger. Damn.
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Post by Evagrii Pakoslav on Mar 29, 2013 12:51:14 GMT -5
The slowly crept along with its accompanying breeze forever the playful friend to the tiger that laid peacefully on the ground. The coursing rush of the cool movement of air traced its way through his layers of fur and waved them to and fro in the gentle ebbing currents of the air. His head never fell to rest on his paws but instead remained alert and vigilant. His eyes looked over the shifting details as shadows formed and passed through the trees and bushes that surrounded him and the woman he looked over. His ears twitched as they listened for the slightest disturbance while his nose took in the scents of the forest. He had found a being that was in need of healing and as such, it was his duty to heal her and protect her in every way possible.
As the night left and the morning came, the sun barely peaking over the distant horizon obscured by the trees that surround, he felt the woman stir. At first he thought little of it since stirring through the night was common. Though as her movements became more extreme, Evagrii found himself looking down at her, wondering what it was that disturbed her so. When she finally woke with a shrieking scream, his ears fell back to protect their sensitive selves but he did little to move. He instead simply watched and waited patiently, his eyes catching hers as her gaze took him in.
He did not speak and did little to show any emotion, but instead he leaned down and let out a low and deep rumbling growl that was the tiger’s version of what would have otherwise been an innocent purr. His mouth opened just enough to bite against the water bladder and pulled it closer to her head for her to see. He left the cured meat untouched in its animal skin bundle next to him and simply stared at the woman, waiting for her next motion.
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