Just a stroll in the city. (Kyra)

What happens when you try to steal a mercenaries gold.

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Just a stroll in the city. (Kyra)

Postby Bojovnik Vybutit on August 1st, 2012, 3:26 pm

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It was a dark, deserted, and quiet. Only a few pedestrians were out tonight. Sometimes it gives a gloomy feeling and other times it makes a almost magical feeling. Bojovnik was walking back from the market having seen nothing he wanted all day. The feeling he would get at night sent shivers up his spine. Paranoia was sinking in a feeling of someone watching him was suddenly filling his body. Shaking his head he shrugged it off.

"Calm down its just the night that's getting to you." He breathed in and let out another breath, calming himself. It wasn't like he was scared of his own shadows or anything. Just that it sometimes felt like all anyone wanted to do was torment him.

"Shut up knock it off" he thought to himself again.

Moving along he came up to a bridge were he rested his hands on the railing and looked down the canal. If he was a artistic or environmental man the view would have been breathtaking. The water was still and the moon shined off almost perfectly creating a reflection of the night sky on the water. He cupped his hands together and rested his elbows on the railing of the bridge. The odd feeling had left him as he just stood their looking at the water.

It was a surreal feeling. Having a day that seemed to work out right, no fighting no killing just a nice easy day. Those kinds of days don't happen often but when they do you defiantly want to savior them. HE scratched and itch on his head and adjusted his belt. When he was adjusting it his coin pouch fell and made a "RATTLE" sound that seemed to echo threw the alleyways. Cursing under him Bojovnik picked it up and put it back on his belt.

Thinking nothing of it at the time he simply leaned back on the railway and watched the tiny ripples in the water.
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Postby Kyra on August 2nd, 2012, 6:00 pm

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It was a night like any other and the time that she felt the most at peace, or perhaps it was when she felt the most mischievous. The night seemed to call to her unlike any other force. The blackest of nights, where shadows engulfed most of the city, and her presences were rarely felt, nor she barely noticed. The young kelvic moved through the darkness, her boots struck the ground and making as little nose as possible. Black leather wrapped tightly around her slender thighs, rich purple curled about her abdomen, and held her bust tightly in it's leather material. A cloak of velvet color draped dainty over her small shoulders, it's hood warming her head and casting hard shadows against her milky white skin.

She felt at one with the night, whether in the city or out in the Wildlands, for her the hunt was always in play. She enjoyed it, the exhilaration feeling of the chase, and the peaceful calm that came after. It was a rush of sorts, for the mind and body, and something no drug could emulate. However, Kyra was also an opportunist and while she did enjoy hunting for her own food, at times it was easier, to steal it or rather the means from others. Clinging to the shadows was route for her, and she did it without thinking.

She walked further, the smells of the ocean mixing with the nights air twirled into her nose.There were other smells, as she passed alleys and different shops, such as alcohol and even the faint smells of food that had been cooked earlier. It was silent, a sound or the lack of that she had become fairly used too. On this night Kyra wasn't hungry, and wasn't out to find food. The night before she had eaten well, and unless she expelled a lot of energy, she wouldn't eat again until the following night.

She walked the streets now in search of some form of entertainment. With a full belly and having slept the entire day, there wasn't much else for her to do. Though her chance for excitement seemed bleak at the most, she found a lone man standing on the bridge. From her comfort in the dark, and although he was somewhat illuminated by the moon's pale glow, she couldn't make out his face. It was hard to tell if he were citizen or a traveler. There wasn't anything striking about him, or anything that would make him appear out of place.

She was curious as to why he was alone and staring off into the waters, but wasn't in the mood for asking such questions. She was about to walk away when she heard a familiar rattle. The sound wasn't very loud, yet it rang in her ears. A rattle combined with a thud from a cloth sag, could be perceived as a nice sum. Rich golden eyes flickered in the dark, a devious smile curved the corner of her lips, and she moved forward. Against the shadows, she stepped lightly, trying to pace her steps with the random, odd noises near by.

She moved closer, until she was at the foot of the bridge. Suddenly she raced behind him, putting all of her weight into her shoulder as she pushed him against the rail. The push wasn't hard enough to send him over the rail, but enough to cause him to lose his balance for a tick. Long enough for her to snatch the pouch from his belt. With the pouch in hand, Kyra stepped back a few paces. A playful, yet suggestive bounce in her step, as she moved against the railing behind her. Her eyes, still hidden under the hood of the cloak, reflecting the moon's light and casting a faint glow against the shadows above her cheeks. "You should be more careful, the streets can be quite dangerous at night."

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Postby Bojovnik Vybutit on August 3rd, 2012, 3:49 am

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He felt sharp push forward using his hands to push of the railing so he wouldn't fall. At first he believed he was being attacked. Maybe it was someone who finally found him and was about to end his life. Seconds passed by as he realized that who ever this was didn't want to hurt him. You don't give somebody enough time to asses their situation if you intention is to harm them.

Hearing the person speak he could know two things. One ; it was a women, and two ; she clearly enjoyed this. Guessing it was best not to come out aggressive he turned around chuckling.

"Oh yeah and who are you? The city guard hear to teach me how to look out for myself." He couldn't make out what she looked like from under her hood but it was quite clear she had something in her hand. Noticing what it was he felt around his belt to wear the object should be and cursed under his breath.

"Alright I give you props for effort little girl but what you have is mine and I don't appreciated you taking it got that?" His voice was stern but he never made to sound like he wanted to hurt her. For all he knew she could have knives or who knows what behind her or on her person. Bojovnik looked at her fiercely.

"Come on girl that's mine" He said again and held out his hand. These type of people could be trouble. You never know what they are going to do or what they might try. Bojovnik looked at her once again trying to see if her appearance could maybe give him some form of clue as to who she was but it was to no avail, she was just a unseen face in the darkness with nothing but questions surrounding her.
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Postby Kyra on August 4th, 2012, 8:15 pm

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Kyra smiled more as she leaned against the railing. She hadn't expected such a jovial attitude from someone who had just been robbed. She wondered if the man had been robbed before and to the point where it no longer bothered him. Or perhaps he was an unknown noble of sorts, and had plenty to spare. Either way, she was liking him more already. She moved her hand along the railing, allowing her fingers to trace the tiny grooves and marks created over time. "The city guard? Is that how I appear to you?"

Kyra watched him closely, enjoying the sudden change in his expression when he realized that she had stolen his pouch. She giggled, bringing her tongue across her lips, and taking his pouch tightly into her fist as she hid it behind her cloak. "You dress like a soldier, are you trying to be a mercenary?" He was dressed in armor, but he didn't seem like other mercenaries she had met in the past. She might have assumed that he was a bandit, but she had never met a bandit that walked alone, or stared blankly upon a bridge in the middle of the night.

Whom ever he was, the man had already lost his coin pouch, and she wasn't about to give it back. Kyra stared back at him just as fiercely. She giggled more, a soft purring sound rumbling from her throat. She smiled mischievous, her feline fangs barely visible between her pouty lips, as she slowly moved off the railing. She looked upon his extended hand and slowly moved back and away from him. Her slender hips twisted, a subtle bounce in her step as she moved off the bridge and back onto the narrow street.

"Tisk, tisk." She said, waving a single finger in his direction. "You won't last long in this city, if you aren't prepared. We are predators, we take what we want." She paused as she stepped back into the middle of the street. Her hand reappeared from under her cloak, and she held the pouch up above her head. "As for this, if you really must have it back...Then I guess you'll just have to catch me."

She lowered her arm, concealing the pouch under her cloak again. She winked towards him, a soft giggle escaping her lips before she disappeared back into the shadows. The kelvic turned and raced up the streets, staying close to the darker corners, and slipping through alleyways. She didn't look back to see if she was being followed and made quick rights and lefts as she reached different streets in order to throw him off her trail.

She continued further, dashing into a dark alley and found herself trapped by a wall. Kyra quickly spun around, looking to the only exit. The alley was very slim, with tall buildings to either side of her. It was dark and she wasn't sure if the man would notice that she was there...But she could see just fine in the night, and so she waited.

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Postby Bojovnik Vybutit on August 7th, 2012, 10:28 pm

Bojovnik wanted his pouch back but this girl seemed interesting, not dangerous but defiantly someone you wouldn't mess with. Her attitude was clear she enjoyed doing this and defiantly seemed to be familiar with it. This women was still almost certainly hidden from darkness even if the silver hair was clearly visible. Not knowing the face could make things difficult but this women's hair was defiantly noticeable. Bojovnik had only seen hair like this one other time and he couldn't figure out were but it was some time ago.

"Trying to be a mercenary?" he laughed and shook his head figuring his joking personality would fit better in this situation, "I always thought I was doing a good job at this you don't like my attire?" He made another laugh this time just cursing himself for the situation he was in. Practically he was asking for this to happen, what was he thinking standing alone in this kind of a city. Dropping his purse was jus[/center]t icing on the cake for her kind.

He noticed she started to get up and that made Bojovnik keep his eyes on her. Putin his hand back he stepped forward and moved towards her. "Well I have the same motto." She suddenly giggled at him and started running away, for the first few moments it seemed he was right on her tail but she knew this place much better than he did and Bojovnik started to lag behind. She made yet another turn and by the time he realized that alleyway was much smaller then the last he ran headfirst into a wall.

Dazed and disoriented Bojovnik stood up and tried to get his bearings back. She was some wear down this street but it had countless side streets in it that seemed to not look any different from one another. He walked down the street looking in countless alleyways till he saw one with no exit at the end due to a wall blocking it. He was about to leave until a strand of silver hair glistened under a moonlight. "Well what are you planing to do with that? Retire from this petty life of crime and live on some nice beach someplace?" He pulled out his bow and loaded an arrow. "Give it...now" His voice was stern making sure his message was clear. "But you can run I must give you that, learned it by yourself miss...?" Hoping he could get a name or at least some alias she went by.
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Postby Kyra on August 8th, 2012, 6:38 pm

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Kyra spun around, looking to the walls to see if there was some way that she could climb up and escape to the roof. The walls around her were bare and there wasn't anything in the alley in which she could climb on. Her only escape lied in the same direction that she had unfortunately entered. "Well this is no fun at all." Kyra quickly turned around again when she heard footsteps and noticed the man standing in her way.

She stood against the shadows in the alley, her small figure mostly hidden beneath her cloak. She waited silently, her eyes focused on the man searching the walls for her. It seemed as if he hadn't noticed her at first, which would have played to her advantage easily. If the man had wondered closer without seeing her, she could have caught him off guard and taken whatever else he carried.

However, he did notice her, and she could only twist her full lips upward in a subtle show of respect towards his skills. " Life of crime? Do you think me a common thief?" She said curiously as she moved closer to the wall. She wasn't surprised in the least, when he pulled out his bow and loaded an arrow. Such arrogant show of masculine dominance was common amongst warrior types, and she knew exactly how to deal with them.

She moved off the wall, raising both of her hands in surrender as she slowly stepped forward. "I am Kyra." She said simply as she slowly moved a bit closer. "And you merc, are no fun at all." Kyra smiled innocently from beneath the hood of her cloak, her hands still raised, with the pouch she had taken clearly visible in her right hand. "Pulling your weapon on an unarmed girl? You needn't do so." She stepped a bit closer, taking slow steps so that she wouldn't alarm him further. "Mercs are supposed to be strong, yes? Do you really need a weapon to handle a little thing like me?"

Once she was within arms reach, she tossed the pouch as hard as she could towards his face, and dashed forward ramming her shoulder into his stomach, and tackling him to the ground. She pulled herself up on him, pushing her weight against his chest and shoulders as she tried to hold him down. "Is that the extent of your strength merc? Come on, lets try it again..without the bow."

She moved her arms to either side of his head and pressed her hands flat against the ground, as she lifted herself up, allowing her legs to swing her over his head. Kyra searched the ground for the pouch and quickly scurried to pick it up before he got to it. Once she had it, she quickly pulled herself up and turned around to face him again. She smiled , allowing her tongue to brush across her lips, as she slowly moved backwards again. "Why so serious merc? Aren't you enjoying our little game?"

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Postby Bojovnik Vybutit on August 8th, 2012, 9:50 pm

His arrow pointed at her. It was clear she was not fazed in the slightest, his bluff failed but he still had to keep it up. "Yes i do think you a common thief, I once met a women who could steal all your coin with just a smile. Trust me your nothing special. Just a girl trying to steal things from others...a nobody." It wasn't his intention to antagonise the girl but he just spoke his mind. The same could be said about himself and it was clear when he thought about it. No one cared about him and no one wanted to have anything to do with him at all. Just the way he liked it, made things simple that way.

Noticing she moved of the wall he could tell she was thinking of something but couldn't tell what. "Well Kyra I'm Bojovnik and I'm loads of fun, just not with you". She stepped closer and Bojovnik knew she planed an attack but was more keen on assessing he fighting style before he did anything hasty. "Let go of the arrow it will be overwith hear and now" His brain said to him but his gut told him to stick with this.

"I like having some insurance if you will...what if your actually hidding a knife up your sleeve and are actually a killer, stranger things have happened." Next thing he knew she was threw something at his face and was trying to tackle him. Bojovnik was stronger but wanted to see what this women would do and he faked falling down being sure to lose his bow in the process and make it look believable. She pushed on his back and made another insult at him. Surprised she got up giving Bojovnik time to stand as she scurried to get the pouch again.

Seeing her stand up and look at him it was clear she wanted to fight he decided to do one last bluff. " Kyra you are so sure I'm a nobody, well hate to brake it to you girl your robing from the son of a lieutenant in the Ebonstryfe and I'm certain you don't want them on your back. This is a water city, a cage for someone being hunted and if you attack me your going to really have someone hunting you like a rat." At this point he still wasn't in Ravok long but heard of the organization in passing and decided to drop the name in his bluff. "So one last time...sure you want to do this."
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Postby Kyra on August 10th, 2012, 11:28 pm

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"The Ebonstryfe?" She said, her golden eyes wide, lips parted with a mock expression of shock. "Tsk,tisk.." She continued, her features slowly changing into one of mischief. "I don't think that would do you much good." Kyra reached up, gently pressing the tips of her fingers to pinch the hood over her head, as she pulled it back. Long blondish, silver hair curved around her head, the pigtails to either side twisted, and settled just inside the inner hood. Her pale skin, embraced the moon's light, and causing an almost haunting glow in the mist of light and shadow.

"Have you ever heard of The Man Eater?" She waited a tick to discern his knowledge before she lifted a finger to tap at her lips. "I suppose not, but it doesn't matter. To this city, I am already dead." Her cryptic language seemed to echo off the walls of the alley, even as she slowly stepped backwards and into the opening. "And Kyra?.....Never existed."

Kyra moved back further, her eyes quickly looking left then right, as she sought out another path to escape. She giggled softly, a light purring sound echoing from within, as he attempted to taunt her more. As much as a fight would have been fun for the kelvic, she had other ideas for entertainment. "You're asking the wrong questions merc." Kyra licked at her fangs and dangled the pouch in the air as she had before. "The question you should ask yourself? Is this little pouch really worth all this?"

She stared at him more, her glaze lowering to the discarded bow. Even if he did attempt to take it up again, she would be gone before he had loaded an arrow. She dropped her arms to her side again, allowing her cloak to hide her slender form, before she quickly turned and started off down the path to her right.

Kyra raced through the streets of the city, her heart pounded rapidly, muscles tighten in her limbs as she pushed her body even harder. She dashed around corners, and through more alleys until she found herself in front of a familiar tall building. The decorative steeple on top marked the well known building to all in the city. She circled around the building, her steps paced to settle the wild thumping in her chest. Once she found what she was looking for, Kyra started to climb the side of the building. She placed her fingers and the tips of her boots into the holds and pulled herself up. Labored breaths escaped her lips, as muscles tighten and throbbed with the new presser she forced upon them.

Finding a familiar windowsill, she pulled herself up from it and reached for the ledge above. The nimble kelvic slowly maneuvered her body over to the nearest wooden awning , and pulled herself to kneel on it as she looked around. The shadows weren't as dark anymore, and made it easier for her to find the next best place to climb. She crawled to the wall in front of her and stood up, pushing her back against the wall.

She stared out into the darkness beyond, her chest rose and dropped in a quickened pace as she tried to slow her breathing. If Bojovnik was still chasing her, it would take him a bit of time to make the climb up, which also gave her time to rest up and think of her next move.

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Postby Bojovnik Vybutit on August 22nd, 2012, 6:32 pm

Seeing her move again made him get tens and look over at his bow. He rolled his eyes knowing full well this was all fun in the eyes of this women. Her response clearily noted that she knew his bluff was fake and was called out for it. The way she talked and moved in a much better and stronger way then he did. She knew what was what in this city and he did not.

"DON'T MOVE" He tried to say but was two late as she had already taken off again. Cursing under his breath her picked up his bow, slung it over his shoulder again and followed her in hot pursuit again. Her hair once again flew out making it clear wear she was but Bojovnik was definitely having difficulty following her. She made a sharp right at one of the alley ways and Bojovnik was only half way down the alley when a door opened up and he ran straight into.

His head hit the ground in a matter of seconds. A women's voice, clearly not Kyra was screaming and shouting at him. He regained his senses as he stood up and tried to figure out were he was. Quickly checking his gear Bojovnik ran in threw the open door and into the small house. He was greeted with turned heads and many screams. "Sorry, sorry." He shouted as he ran threw the house. "Official business don't worry" His head was turned towards some of the people in the house and he didn't notice the door leading outside. Lucky for him it was partly opened and he just ran threw it.

Looking around once more he came to the conclusion he was now in some place in the city he didn't know. He looked up and saw a tall building an felt dumb for not seeing it sooner. Again he looked around once more but couldn't see anything when a small silhouette climbing up the building. "Really, come on " He thought to himself. Slowly he walked towards the building but no desire to go up it. She had to come down at some time or another. He only hoped that Kyra hadn't seen him yet.
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Postby Kyra on September 16th, 2012, 2:42 am

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Kyra waited and rested, her heart beat slowly returned to normal in a matter of ticks, also bringing her breathing back to normal. She looked around a bit, listening for the sound of boots scraping across the side of the building. The was none and all else seemed quiet. Smiling, she rested against the wall, figuring that the man had given up, or simply lost track of her. "It was fun while it lasted."

She lifted the pouch up in front of her, wondering just how much was in it. There were a number of things that she could spend it on. Food was an obvious choice but then, she could also hunt and eat for free. Saving coin wasn't exactly her strong suit, or something that she practiced at all. She used what she needed daily and spent the rest on other things. Although as of late, there wasn't much spending going on. "I suppose I will go now."

Stepping off the wall, Kyra made her way back to the ledge she had used to climb up. She slowly stepped onto the slim edging, reenacting the balancing act that she enjoyed doing. As she turned and readied to lower herself down, she caught a whiff of a newly familiar scent. He was near by, she couldn't see him from where she keeled, but she knew that he was close by. A smirk spread across her lips at the thought of more games with the chunky mercenary. "Not bad merc, I'll give you that much."

Moving downward, she crawled along the ledge. Nimble fingers reaching for grooves in the walls as she started to climb down again. Once she was close enough that she could see him, she released her grip on the wall and dropped a few feet before she landed on the ground. Standing again, Kyra glared at him still clutching the pouch in her palm.

"You were going to wait until I came down hmm?" She looked him over again, bringing a hand to her lips to muffle a giggle. "I take it back, you're not as smart as I thought. I could have easily went in through one of the windows above and entered the building..you would have never found me."

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