Waiting for a sign(Thread Complete/RP finished)

[Desmus Marrudius]

Winter Day38, 511AV

He could see his breath as he emerged from his tent. The sun was beginning to climb into the sky but the moon and stars were still visable. The crisp cool air hit his face and he came alive with emotion and memories of times past. Were this even a year ago he would be out hunting with his brothers, but that time is gone and will never return. Desmus looked around ,embers were still hot on the fire and his Strider Drakor stands ready,he too misses the old days of the great hunts. They have been alone now for nearly a year,and as to some that may seem a small time to a Drykas that has spent his whole life living with his family it seems an eternity. "Goodmorning my old friend" Dezmus says running his hands down Drakor's mane. "I see you awoke before I as usual" Desmus looked around him and back to Drakor. They had been here for along time, waiting for a sign that would never come. The sea of grass is a large place and it's inhabitants are for.to.few, thinking someone would come along was a dumb idea at best, but even so Desmus still clings to hope. He unpacks food for himself and Drakor and begins to prepare it for them both. "What do you say we wait one more day my friend if no one comes by then we will leave. You have my word. With and understanding nod Drakor bends his neck towards his.master and friends hand.

[Scratch]

Scratch liked to venture into the Sea of Grass on occasion, whenever city life became too...confining. Too long pretending that her Zith blood did not run as strongly as the Akalak feared just made her want to kill something. When that happened, she took a trip into the wild, where the rules of survival were reversed and she could be who she was born to be.

A short while ago, she'd noticed the fire in the distance, and fire meant food, so she crept closer, trying to see if there were any easy pickings. When she got close enough to count bodies, she couldn't believe her luck. A lone Drykas? He was just asking to be eaten (and if she didn't get him, something else would).

The only complication was the rising sun. For now it was still dark, but in just a few chimes, the light would begin to seriously mess with her vision. Being rushed was never a good idea, but if she wanted to keep her advantage, she'd have to act quickly. She just wished he'd get away from his horse. Those beasts were nowhere near as stupid as their humans, and if this one caught her scent, she'd lose any element of surprise she'd been hoping for.

The rising sun was getting in her eyes. It would have been smarter to circle around and come at the camp from the other direction, but Scratch had no patience left; she needed to kill something. Abandoning sight and relying more completely on hearing, she ran the rest of the short distance to the camp, preparing to attack anything she found in her way.

[Desmus Marrudius]

Desmus had never been afraid of being alone on the Sea of Grass. It was his home, they respected and watched over each other. Desmus walked over to the fire and slowly began to cover the hot embers with dirt, he had learned at a young age to respect the land and never leaves scars on the land. The sun was beginning to climb into the sky and he had made a promise that he would pack up and move on from his long term campsite.

It was on the cool that he felt an uneasy feeling and a since of dread upon the wind, Hughes has had many times before since that night. Drakor looked at him with an eagerness to once again ride together with his master and friend. Desmus nodded and began to pack his belongings.

[Tion]

The sun was starting to rise. Tion had been watching the camp from afar for a while now and was still uncertain if he should get any closer.

He had been out in the wild for almost a month now and so far he had only had one encounter with other people before stumbeling upon this camp. The last people he met, three men and one woman, had charged him a extra for some much needed supplies. But that was not the worst of it. Later that night he had woken to the sound of someone or something moving outside of his small tent. Carefully and without a sound he had pulled his skinning knife from the belt and holding his breath he had waited for the sound to get closer.

He had slashed at the shadowy figure the moment it open the flap of the tent. With a roar Tion had launched his way out tackeling the intruder with both of them falling to the ground. After getting in one more slash at the opponnent, rewarded with a cry of pain, Tion got a knee in the groin which made him drop the knife and lose his breath. His opponent took the chance to get up on his feets and flee out in the night.

After a few heartbeats Tion had found his knife and despite the pain he had managed to get up in a crouching position. Seconds felt as minutes while he searched for shadows in the dark surroundings. Moving without making a sound he had made his way closer to the tent and pulled out his sword. Feeling slightly more secure he had only waited a few minutes, searching for movements and listening for sounds, before he had started packing down the camp. In the rush he had forgotten his furs.

While quickly moving away from the camp he had come to realize that the figure that had entered his camp most likley were one of the men that he had bought provisions from during the day. Also, remembering more, he was sure that he saw something gleam in the man's hand the moment he had launched out from his tent. With a chill down his spine Tion pushed away the thought of how close he had been to had his throat slit and what might had happen if the man hadn't come alone.

Tion let out a sight and got up from his crouching position. He might as well take his chances on this one. At least he wouldn't be unprepared this time, and if he managed to get a travelling companion for a few days he would sleep a lot easier knowing that his pursuer, or pursuers, would most likley give up on robbing him.

Letting out a greeting shout Tion starts to walk toward the camp.

[Desmus Marrudius]

Desmus had just started packing his blanket and bedroll. He had been at this.campsite for.the better part of four months, and he was having a hard time leaving it to venture out. It was uncommon for his people to.be so.attached to.one.place, especially when no others were around, but he had vowed that if by today he would.leave if nothing came along but there was his problem itself. Where would he go. Drykas spend there entire life within the safety of their pavilion and he no longer had one to return to. It wasn't sadness or grief that made him wantbto remain here but hope that something would give him direction again.

It was from the rear that he heard the yell. Someone approached his makeshift home. Desmus raised his hand in the air hailing the approaching figure. With a quite chuckled Desmus laughed at the irony. He was prepared to.leave and venture out, he had grown tired of waiting but now he was found. His mind began to think however. Maybe being found was not.a.good thing. He had been on his.own for.so.long that he had forgotten the true nature of most people. He would not dare turn away this guest but he would be ready. He grabbed his Bastard Sword and sheathed it to his.side awaiting his guest.

[Tion]

Walking closer to the camp Tion see that the person is a Drykas, probably a warrior since he have a sword in his belt which he just recently put on. Too make his peacefull intentions clear Tion keep his hands away from his belt, holding his arms slighty out in a friendly gesture.

Hey there friend, I mean no harm!

Hoping that his rough apperance from being in the wild for so long won't make his words seem false, Tion shoot off a friendly smile before he continue speaking.

I have travel alone for quite a while now and I'm only looking for some friendly chatting and maybe a fellow travelling companion for a few days. These past days have been quite tough on me and I would welcome some company.

With that said Tion stops and wait a few yards away.

[Desmus Marrudius]

The figure soon became clear as he stepped from the darkness and into the light of the faint sun. It was a Human,which came with great relief for Desmus, nearly his own height and with long blond hair. Desmus could tell from the appearance of the man that he was no.Drykas however.

"Hey there friend, I mean you no harm" the Human spoke in the common tounge. Desmus was not fluent in the speak but he had a basic understand of it.

"I have travel alone for quite a while now and I'm only looking for some friendly chatting and maybe a fellow travelling companion for a few days. These past days have been quite tough on me and I would welcome some company." The mans words were not angry or hostile so Desmus lowered his guard.

"Welcome outlander, you are looking alone. Join me here now, tell me of you."

[Tion]

Feeling the tension leaving his shoulders Tion steps closer. He hadn't been sure how he would be greeted but the man in front of him seems like a decent fellow.

I am Tion son of Tio, I hail from Sunberth in Sylira. I'm currently on a travel exploring more of the world and recently I have found my way into this region. Cyphrus have I heard that it is called.

Thinking that he might as well be honest even at the risk of losing a travelling companion Tion continues with a weary expression.

Acually, I have been more or less forced this far west. I stumble upon a bad group of people twelve days ago and they have been following me since then after I barely got away. I haven't seen them for a few days now but they might still be after me. I still hope that I can share your company for a while since it was a long time since I meet someone who didin't want my hide.

Tion tries to not make the last part sound too much like a anxious question.

[Desmus Marrudius]

Desmus listened to youngman speak and he could sense the urgency in his voice. The man spoke of his pursuers and the trouble he has had over the last few days, and Desmus would understood why this man would seek others for safety in numbers. Maybe after all this time waiting the sign he had been waiting for had appeared.

"I have seen no trace of others son of Tio, you are welcome at my side and at Drakor's"

Desmus knew now that this man could be trusted his eyes were honest and his fear showed. Desmus would help this man until they parted ways.

"Come tell me.the stories of your homeland."

[Emersyn]

Just at the edge of the clearing, the tall grass shielded a slight frame from sight. Covering her tiny body was a dirt, torn tunic, obviously not originally her own. It was tailored to fit the wide frame of a Drykas man, but ripped at the edges and tied together at the waist with a braided bit of rope. It hung awkwardly around her, drowning her slim limbs. She crouched much like a cat, haunches up, face close to the ground, with piercing eyes peering through the wispy grass. Her hair fell around her on the ground; a tangled mess of the dusty blonde that blended perfectly into the dirt. She was the image of something untamed and fierce, young features covered in dirt, scratches, and scars. Her eyes were fixed on the two figures in the clearing before her, speaking in friendly yet untrusting tones. Though they did not appear threatening, she kept her distance, making sure to press herself against the ground as she crawled forward. Though she had not been in the wilds for long, the child knew it well. She'd lived the life of a nomad for her ten short years, always prepared for the horrors that stalked about in the undergrowth and the plains. Never before, however, had she seen a lone Dryka, adorned in familiar clothing, yet wandering away from the sacred ways of companionship and clans. He sported the outfit she knew well, and from afar, looked strikingly similar to her father, if he were much younger. She hesitated, pushing herself into a seated position, and watched them interact. A familiar feeling of anxiety crept into her mind, but she violently dismissed it, refusing to acknowledge her fear. These two men were not trustworthy, yet they would not harm her. However, she settled into her seated position, hidden by the grass. She would wait to see what they would do. She knew that, if the night drew near, she would most likely need the protection of such warriors.