Its just business, nothing personal. (Mok)

by **Carina** on March 30th, 2012, 8:00 am

Carina and Migeulo still sat inside the small tent; discussing matters of profit, and carnal desire. More accurately, she was trying to strike a deal with a potential business partner, while he was trying to get his rocks off. Though it didn't take much trying on Migeulo's part, since Carina took to being the more aggressive one. And she thought things were progressing rather smoothly too, until the recent information of Migeulo's superiors was found out. But Migeulo was being stubbornly resistant. Perhaps she would need to be more direct. With the possibility of danger looming just out off sight, her patience was growing thin.

Forcing Migeulo to look at her, she pressed protested lips to his; only to distract him for a moment. His rancid breath practically suffocating her, she took the moment of opportunity to force a flat hand down into her clinging boots and retreated with a small dagger in its grip. In quick motion, she touched a threatening blade to Migeulo's neck. He might not have noticed ether, if it had not been for the sting of poison as it spread from the blade, to his exposed skin. Feeling that she had a bit more control over him now, she gladly broke the kiss, wiping screaming lips before she spoke.
"Now... tell me where the petch the rest of your men are, before I slit your petching throat." Her voice was calm, and even sounded pleasant; only enforced by the sweet smile at the end of her words. She hoped this approach would work to get quick information before the situation escalated to uncontrollable. Believing that Mok was just outside the tent, listening intently for any clues Migeulo might give. Unaware that he had left camp to investigate on his own.

Nether Carina, or Migeulo, knew of the men that approached from the silent forest. And before ether of them had a chance to prepare, they were upon them. Angry voices sounded from right outside the small tent. She was out of time now, and it seemed Mok was nowhere to be found. Did that bastard leave me here?? Both hers, and Migeulo's eyes were fixed on the tents entrance when its canvas gave to a hit from the broad side of a blade, fluttering for a moment. Eyes scanning the tent, her heart was racing as she racked her mind for a plan. But while she was in the middle of fighting to suppress the panic that threatened to take hold, Migeulo seemed to think the men outside had come to rescue him.
"Now you'll get it, how dare you raise your blade to me!" While his confident words were meant for Carina, the men on the outside seemed to think otherwise, coaxing another angry roar from the two men outside.

Annoyance tugged at the two men, making them lash out at the tent with their blades. Cutting through the canvas with little, if any, difficulty. But not before searching fingers wrapped around Carinas ankle, delivering her easily from under the base of the tent and out into the night that would conceal her, and hands that would protect her. A sharp breath catching in her throat, Carina tried to say something in protest but her words were locked away when a strong hand closed over soft lips. But with dagger still in hand, she thrust her arm toward her captor, stopping mere inches from Mok's neck. Shock and relief played over her features simultaneously and moved through trembling limbs when she saw it was him that had saved her. And in the nick of time too. Silently thankful that he had the forethought or instincts to stop her from speaking. But before she could catch her breath, or relax, he released her, taking her hand in his. The two rose from the ground and hurriedly Mok lead her through the shadows towards the tree line and dark forest. She followed him without hesitation, being careful to be just as quiet as Mok, following in his steps.

Meanwhile, back up on the hilltop, Carina could hear Migeulo talking loudly in defiance, confusion, and fear. Followed by the clang of flying metal against flying metal. A pained cry, then silence. It was a deafening silence that made her heart pound in her chest. Silence, giving birth to suspense of the moment. Would they be spotted, or could they get away unseen? The prospect seemed more and more hopeful as the welcoming forest drew closer in each step. And then the shadows enveloped them, keeping them hidden from view in its darkness. When Mok came to a stop, Carina turned to look back at the hill and the camp; certain she knew what happened, but still curious to see for herself.

by **Mok** on April 9th, 2012, 10:56 pm

Coming to a stop, Mok finally let go of Carina's hand. The myrian's palm was all sticky and sweaty from holding Carina all the way back to their camp in the shadows of the trees. Flopping quietly onto the floor, the half-blood motioned his companion to do the same. The muffled cries of Migeulo confirmed to the myrian that they had not been spotted. For the next ten minutes Mok would be completely quiet. In his mind, he was not out of the fire yet. His adrenaline was still pumping like crazy even though he had caught his breathe long ago.

"Don't move Carina. I am going to go check it out," the half-blood whispered. Before they could do anything else or say anything else, Mok needed to confirm that they were in the safe. Unsheathing his blade again, Mok stood to his feet and edged forward. He needed to get in view of the camp, but make sure that he wasnt spotted. Creeping along the edge of the tree line, the myrian would position himself under the shadow of a tree in view of the hill top. Slowly he creeped. He couldn't be careful enough in this situation. Even though the odds where on his side, he proceeded with caution anyways.

Within a minute the myrian was in eyesight of the camp...nothing. Holding his breath, the nervous guardian waited patiently for any signs of life. His eyes where looking for any type of movement ontop of the hill top, but he saw nothing at all. The myrian was biting his nails now. He honestly did not know what to do. He felt the urgent need to go back to the camp and make sure that everything was alright on his end, but at the same time something held him back...so he just watched and waited.

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After holding up for about twenty minutes, Mok decided that they were in the safe. There was no movement, no sound, nothing. The assasins had obviously taken off already and there was no more need to fret. Sheathing his weapon, Mok made his way back to Carina.

"Petching a Carina, that was a close one. To be honest I am still rattled...you almost died. Luckily for me, I saw the men coming from afar...SHIT! Damnit! That was a close one, damnit... I can't even begin to describe how I am feeling right now. PETCHING A!"

Sitting down again, Mok wiped his mouth and spat on the floor, "We camp for the night. You couldn't pay me to go up to that camp again. Once it is morning we will go loot whatever we can and get the petch out of here!"

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

by **Ink** on May 1st, 2012, 9:12 pm

And in the Aftermath . . .

The Rewards are Revealed.

Carina :

Written in the ink :