[Flashback] A strange encounter (Bob Barton, Closed)

[Llano Chyme]

OOCBob, I'm feeling lazy so I'm not going to code this. Forgive me. Also, I apologize for my absence... I'm not allowed computer time anymore. Family issues. AND one more thing, I was considering to have Chyme join the circus. Then I saw a certain Mr. Barton on the list. I think I'm going to have to work on her acrobatics skill, no? >:D Mwahahaha!
-Added note, if the dice aren't with you yet, let me know and I'll fix things.

'I wonder how one would go about drying flesh...', she mused as she greedily licked her fingers clean. Hunger pain subsiding, the Zith focused her attention else where. Her gods-damned wing. It throbbed and cried, her mind flitted worriedly to infection. So soon? No. This was all so embarrassing. She rubbed her right arm, the one which she fell on. It was sore, but all in all no real damage was aflicted. 'It's going to be useless for lifting or hunting for a few good days,' Chyme decided. Early afternoon sun began peaking it's head out above the trees, warming what was left of last winters snow. So far the only thing good about this day was the weather.

Birds could be heard, singing and whistling happily encouraging Spring to hurry and turn into Summer. Just like Bob. Her eye's drifted warily to the bag. Prehaps there would be medicine? In her wild scamble for food the contents were strewn all over the place. It looked as if the bag had exploded everything from it. Black eyes surveyed the items. Toiletries and silverware were usual, but what were these things? She picked up two small cubes with small circular indents on all sides. Curious, she moved them about her hand. Her mind stuttered on the word... Di--

The thought was interupted by a noise ahead of her. Reflexively she leaped to her feet, teeth bared. Her hand tightened around the dice, making a small fist. Cautiously she stalked over, ears pricked for any other noise. This was the wildlands after all and she had saw her fair share of ambushes. Men could be cruel. She shivered slightly and stopped a few feet away from the disturbance. Being sure to fold her wings behind her back, they've taken enough damage.

[Bob Barton]

"Closer, closer, closer..." Bob kept chanting in his mind to make him go forward. This was madness. Why was he going straight up to the enemy? An enemy which would kill and eat him just like the dried meat she just stole and is enjoying now. Bob's dried meat which he was supposed to have for his trip. That's it. Bob decided that the zith was going to have to pay for it one way or another and since it looked like she had nothing else around the place, well...

It was good that Bob planned ahead in throwing the rock. The zith had her full attention on the spot which was not where Bob was. Right behind her. "Crack!" In his excitement he forgot that he was sneaking and accidentally stepped on one of the dried bones. But it was too late. Too late for her that is. Even with some dripping blood disturbing his eye, Bob was able to quickly point his sword right behind Llano and pressed the steel right at her unguarded back. Maybe even touching the good wing she folded behind her. It would make a good matching set of wings for her.

"I don't like people stealing from me you know?" growling at the zith to try and intimidate the monster. Wait, do ziths even feel fear? Bob didn't know and this close if she really was brave enough she could risk a shot at him even with his sword. Bob was no animal so he won't know what she was thinking. He needed to make sure that Llano actually took him as a threat.

Now was the part Bob regretted about sneaking from behind. He can't look directly at the zith's face. Well, with the sword there she should already know where Bob is. Bob started concentrating his djed at his mouth and sent it along with his next words. "So tell me now why I shouldn't do this?" Bob asked Llano. If his words and sword did not scare her yet, the fear in her that was just sent through Bob's hypnotism might do the trick.

OOCNo problems, though I might have forgotten what is going on in this thread after so long. Mwahahahaha!"

[Llano Chyme]

"Crack!" 'What the--' Before she even had time to turn around the icy sting of metal graced her wings, making her fur stand up. Bob. Chyme didn't doubt it wasn't hard for him to track her here, with all the blood she had been loosing. But none the less she cursed herself, allowing a dolt such as him to come to her camp. Now she's going to have to relocate again. To think this all started with her wanting to feed herself. She cursed her laziness and replied slowly, "Not stealing, borrowing." Her weight shifted, testing where the blade was. To her dismay it was, in fact, on her unwounded wing. Just as Bob had hoped. This put a dampener on any plans for escape. Or did it? She began formulating her plan, a slight smile touching her lips revealing one stained tooth. Then all at once she felt frightened."So tell me now why I shouldn't do this?", he said in that coy, annoying tone. She could feel her nerves being strummed, like a nagging throb at the back of her head. Doubts and fear began creeping into her mind. It sent a shiver down her spine, rubbing the sword dangerously along the thin membrane of her wing. The zith closed her eyes and pushed the thoughts away. "Because", she said in the rumbling exotic voice zith had while speaking other languages, "my brother will be returning any moment now." Her black eyes flashed dangerously, "I don't think he'll respond kindly to my death." A bluff, but not completely untrue. The comings and goings of Tempest were at a loss to her. She prayed this would buy her time...

[Bob Barton]

Borrowing implies returning and Bob was not sure he could trust the zith especially when it was just the sort of term he has used so much as well. She had better "stop moving because my arm is a little twitchy too and you'll never know what would happen to your wing." Bob had hoped that a sword would be good enough to scare her, weapons were the best form of threats in any language and yet she still dared to move around. If she did turn around to face him, Bob would have no choice but to show her just how serious things are once the swords come out.

"Because...brother...?" That was bad. One zith already nearly got his eye but what about two? Bob should have thought as much. There were far too much blood and remains around this camp to be done by one zith. He tried to look on the bright side of things that she had just been here for a long time but now the truth was out and "you have a brother." He had to leave now and escape before he got back.

Bob started to get worried. "Any moment now? That does not give us enough time." Yes, us. Bob pushed his sword harder to her back "either I kill you now and your brother next or you listen to me zith!" his voice a little bit shaky despite his threats. He may have the sword on her back but he still knew zith were dangerous. "Now, pick up my things and put them back into my bag. Quickly!" he demanded pushing the sword into her back more all the while letting the djed continue to flow from him to suggest along with his words that the zith had no choice but to follow through with what Bob wanted her to do unless she wanted to end up dead here in the wildlands.