Completed Unexpected Views [Loda]

[Savacea Jovellana]

20th Summer 515 AV

There she stood at the base of the peak, peering up at the large rock before her, as it stretched up into the sky beyond. Savacea could not help but wonder what kind of views could be seen from the peak. The city was surrounded by a eerie fog, that crept around the town, as if it was a living thing. At times it was hard to see before you, though the residents had no trouble at all it seemed, as their eyes had adjusted to the conditions that persisted on the desolate rock island. The weather today was actually calming, though through the fog one could see the gathering of clouds upon the horizon, possible rain as typical it seem for this region. This place had a lot more rain then what the small Sym woman was used to, though living underground one would not be used to much weather she supposed.

She peered around her, the town seem died, figuratively and literally, the occasional living being strolled to their business or home, and the ghosts floated to and fro. It did not seem like anyone was really paying the woman much attention, though she tried to keep her body close to the shadow that was cast from the rock, and let the fog envelop her like a shroud. She wanted to climb this mountainous peak, to see what was hidden beneath it's glorious height. Savacea was an excellent climber, as was her whole race. Their bones were light and delicate, climbing out of danger and attacking from above was their specialty. The Symenestra did not fear the heights, she felt a rush of adrenaline from them, and a feeling of belonging whenever she climbed high above what typically humans could. She stepped out of her simple sandals, as they would only be a hindrance to the climbing, and placed her hand on the rock's surface. She frowned as it was cool to the touch, wondering how that was possible as it was summer town. She shrugged though, as much of Black Rock was unnaturally and a mystery it seemed.

As she was about to start climbing she heard a rustling close by, she removed her hand from her stony salvation, and peered around her. She could not shake the feeling of eyes upon her, though she was not sure if it was because of the ghosts who floated around, or if it was indeed someone watching her. One could not help but feel a eerie feeling on this island, so she was about to shake the feeling off until she heard it again. Though it was faint and she almost could not tell, she could of sworn someone was near by, she turned around irritated as she looked around her. She was far away from the buildings of Black Rock, so not to bother the residents there with her climbing. "Is someone there?" She called out in the fog, her voice coming out more fierce then she wanted, as she was becoming slightly aggravated at the noise, not sure if the aggravation should be placed upon herself, or whom ever was making it. The sun was beginning to set, so the light was slowly dwindling around her.

[Loda]

The Myrian man rested on a rock not far from the woman's stony salvation. His spear dipped down as he sat on a rock outcropping that jutted out from the cliff's edge. What was mistaken for a rustling was his blunt spear end scraping through the sand as his feet. Once to draw a line, and then again a few moments later. He sat in the dense fog, breathing in the vapors it provided and was just relaxing. For the longest time he didn't move a muscle, like a stoic gargoyle he sat there in silent contemplation. Many mistook the Myrians for battle hard savages, which they were to a point, but that's not all they were. They enjoyed life, sometimes very slow life. Perhaps a rock was between the two silent occupants of this side of the cliff, but the sound seemed to have alerted someone.

Loda had experienced a few ghosts and their devious pranks, especially when coming to the island first, but this didn't exactly sound like a ghost. There was no strange harmonic vocal or creepy chill in the air. In fact it sounded mean and harsh, with a whip and snap on the air that just made it seem forceful. Instinctively his muscles tightened and he gripped his shortspear with what little strength he had in his arm. Whoever the woman was she could probably hear the grinding sand on his sandals as he stood up. A loud scrape could be heard and a soft following dull thud as he landed in the sand from jumping down. Making his way toward where the sound was he crept as quietly as he could, though he was a stranger to the darkening light. Savacia had the drop on him as he came out of the fog investigating a few moments later. Whoever this was spoke in common and so Loda spoke out. "There is."

The man was muscular and had a bad gash on his shoulder that had healed over. His body was covered with various scars indicating battles and some tattoos that showed he was very much a Myrian should the woman have ever seen one.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Savacea did not like not knowing what that noise was, nor did she like the feeling of being watched. She did not trust anyone, all to her was a danger, and her heart picked up a rhythm as she looked around. There was a distinct noise that permeated the silence air, as if someone was walking towards her. She pressed her back on the rock, preparing herself to climb out of harm's way if necessary. A loud scrape and a dull thud, made the host of microscopic hooks latch on to the rock behind her and she slowly scaled the wall though not too far from the ground so she could still see exactly what or who was coming towards her.

She heard a male voice reply that there was someone there, although she could hear an accent laced around his common words that made her frown a bit. The man almost sounded like Tokia, only a male version of her. Not sure if he was dangerous or not she stayed suspended in the air, letting the shadows of the sunset cast her into their depths, just to be sure he was not indeed dangerous. Savacea was used to hiding from people, it wasn't just the fact she disliked most, or that she did not trust many, but also because her race was automatically viewed as dangerous. Although Jaleryn had said none of the racial prejudices resided here in Black Rock, it did not mean that all followed that rule.

Her pupils dilated in the dimming light, as she saw the man before he could see her. He was muscular, with a gash upon his shoulder that looked as if it may of caused him pain when it was first inflicted. Though Savacea was not sure, as she was not a healer or in the medical business. He came closer, the fog wrapping around his body making him have a almost ghostly presence although he was most defiantly not a ghost, and she observed various scars laid upon his body, and strange tattoos like those of the Myrian woman Tokia. "What do you want?" She asked softly. Though the words came out soft, they were laced with indignation as the aggravation from earlier had it's target in clear view.

Savacea stayed upon the wall of rock, not trusting if the man meant her harm or not, and ready to flee up it's surface if so as he came into view of her. Her raven black hair swirled in the wind, as her red gaze set upon the man's face. She closed her mouth, so that her venomous fangs could not be seen, thinking it may be seen as a threat. Savacea was not ready to threaten the man, not yet anyway, unless he provoked that side of her.

[Loda]

While the man was here on Black Rock, it most certainly did not mean he was not racist toward the Dhani and Charoda. He was in the military for five long years and had seen many fights. Though all that was in the past now. He was bested by young rekruts now with ease, and that was not okay, especially if seeking for Lokol. He looked around with steeled eyes peering into the foggy darkening light. He was not so used to these surroundings and could not find where the woman was, which confused him as he figured he would have been able to see her from here.

He may not have been the best tracker but he could see very light tracks, but they disappeared into the fog and were likely already disturbed by his own feet. He tried his best to see which way they went, but that was made clear when a soft voice, still laced with indignation came out from somewhere up around his head. Though she was higher up than that, the fog dampened her sound slightly and made it sound as though she was closer. Even looking up he could not truly see the woman, but at least a form came into view.

With a squinting look upon his face he answered back to her, "I was sitting in silence... I do not want anything... My name is Loda." He offered to the woman as he moved foward till she came more into view. He could see then that she clung to the rock in a strange manner and wondered who and what she was. She did not look Myrian at all, in fact quite the opposite.

"Are you a citizen of Black Rock?" He asked to see if she were monster of some unknown type.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

When the man replied he did not want anything, and offered his name the tension let up a little in the small woman's body. Though she was far from trusting him, she suspected he was of no danger as of yet to her. She did not reply with her own name though, as she was not ready to offer such to the man below her. He had yet to earn her name in her own opinion, for all she knew he was just acting friendly to gain her trust, then would use it against her. She watched him with wary eyes upon her perch.

The man asked if she was a citizen of Black Rock, she gave a small frown to him. How could she not be a citizen? Did he think her a monster? Would not be the first time though, it seems most think her kind was indeed monstrous demons. "For now I am... You?" She asked softly, inching closer to the ground so she was out of the shadows and in plain view for the man, scaling the wall with gravity defying grace, then landing a view feet before him.

Her raven hair came down in a curly mass over her face, and she quickly whipped it out of her face, as she glared at the man before her. He had long black hair that stretched down his back like a blanket, the darkness of his hair matched that of his eyes. Standing before her with a stern look of strength made her glare a bit harder at him, at his arrogance of supremacy. Savacea wondered what this man was about, curious to know exactly who he was, and what he was doing in this place. "What brings you here?" Savacea asked curiously, wondering if he too liked climbing, or just found the solace welcoming.

[Loda]

A bit of the harshness had left the woman’s voice, and while he understood her apprehension to give him her name he thought it quite rude. He watched as she inched further down with an unnatural dexterity that he could not have ever dreamed to match. He answered her in a slightly more irritated tone than before. Seemingly unmoved by the frail boned woman, he stuck his spear into the ground, blunt end first and leaned relaxed upon it.

“I am.”

He watched the black haired woman whip her hair about, and the look she gave him. It was almost as if she challenged him with her glare. She did not seem to be very friendly upon first impressions and it brought him to a place that likely was more violent in nature. Instead of showing it on his face he swallowed his pride temporarily and took in a breath. He answered her.

“I came here to sit. Hunt. Climb.”

His answers were short with the woman, but she was likewise short with him. Having a thought, he considered though how she climbed so well. It was like she was a snake slithering down that wall. He still didn’t know what she was, so he asked her.

“What brings you here?”

Being as patient as he could he leaned more on his spear and grasped it with both hands, almost as if it were propping him up now. The body language indicated that there was little fear of the woman.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

By now this conversation would of ended, as she usually ran people off with her cold and rude ways. She had no interest in making friends or spending time on pointless conversation, those luxuries were taken from her just like the love that was ripped out of her soul. Savacea pushed the memories that wanted to come up away, as she glanced down her nose at the man, if he was going to act arrogant so was she. He confirmed that he was a resident and she only nodded at his answer, confirming that she had heard it as her eyes scanned his demeanor. he really thought something of himself by her judgement, though he did not seem to be threatening.

He answered her question, briefly and kept it short. A smirked played at the corners of her lips, he was indeed becoming irritated by her and she liked that. She kept the smirk off her face though, and was intrigued that he too liked climbing, she crossed her arms as he asked her what she was doing here, and propped himself up on the spear. She watched the movement carefully, although it appeared she had little to fear from him, she looked at the spear that he kept close by suspiciously.

"I came here to climb this...." She pointed behind her at the gigantic rock that stretched up to the sky. "...to see the view of the city from up there." She explained still looking at the man suspiciously, she laid a clawed hand against the surface of the cool stone, propping herself against it, giving him a cold and calculating look, "I imagine that I am superior to you when it comes to climbing though, so I doubt you have little interest of being beat by a woman." She held his dark eyes in her red ones, keeping a cold look upon her face, as she said the challenging words. "I would understand if you declined the challenge, I would be scared of me too.... Coward" She let the words trail off as she smiled deviously at him, her fangs visible by doing so, as she waited for his response. Saying the last of her sentence in the eerie language of her people, Symenos so he could not understand it, though it did make her smile broaden at that thought. Insulting someone with out them even realizing it was most fun.

[Loda]

A gentle breeze picked up and Loda could hear the sounds of the waves crashing in the distance. A strange wail sounded off in the distance of a likely ghost, reminding him that this breeze was somewhat foreign to him. It was not his homeland and he was not himself. As the woman challenged him he looked slightly down to the ground. Part of him knew he could not make the climb up to the top, the other part made him wish he could.

His whole life he has been outdone by women who were stronger than him, and now that he was at his weakest he was being challenged by someone who was not even Myrian. How low had he come. Like the little boy who had lost he studied the ground for a moment and then remembering his strength he looked back up to the mountain.

His eyes then fell to hers as she spoke of declining the challenge. He wouldn’t dare, it would be his last humiliation. She insulted him further in some foreign language to him and he gripped his hands tighter on his spear, not out of anger, but out of restraint.

“I will take your challenge.” Though his face said that he knew he wouldn’t win. With a brief turn of his spear he jabbed the point with great force into the sand. The tide could come and go and it would not easily remove his spear from these sands. As he moved to the rock adjacent to her he stretched his left arm, no problem. As he moved to stretch the right though it was as though he did so a bit more slowly.

He gave her nod, indicating he was ready and with a leap he began to climb up to the top of the rock with great struggle. For one, he had not climbed in a long time, and two his sandals kept slipping on the side of the rock. If that wasn’t bad enough his injury make it very hard for him to pull himself up. But finally after a little bit he made it onto the outcropping and looked to see where this woman was. He was quickly realizing that wearing a loin cloth did not do good things for the skin when you hastily climb.

He may have been frail and weak in the shoulder, and it pained him something awful, but he would not give up so easily. Even after she were to keep climbing.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Savacea noticed his grip tighten on the handle of his spear, and stifled a chuckle, she was indeed getting under his skin and she could not help but enjoy doing so. She did have a problem with flirting with danger, although she knew he could easily put that spear in her chest he did not, which she respected him for his restraint. Savacea was honestly surprised he had yet to lash out at her, threaten her, or even attempted to attack her. She smirked at that thought, though with his body language she thought surely he was going to decline her challenge, she was shocked to him he say he would indeed accept it. She nodded at his reply and watched him easily put the spear deep with in the sand. She was a little happy she had persuaded him into accepting the challenge though, she was ready to have some fun as it were she had become bored from her day to day.

Loda nodded at her, walked over to the mountainous rock, stretching his arms out and leaping up to start climbing. She watched him carefully noticing he was not the best of climbers and wondered why he would accept a challenge out of his elements. Her gaze fell to his still sandaled feet and knew he was going to have difficulty climbing with those on, she shook her head briefly. He slipped on the rock as he climbed further up. She realized also that a lion cloth was not the best clothing for climbing, not only for the wearer but for the person gazing up. She quickly looked back down and placed her clawed hands on the surface of the rock, to begin climbing herself.

She swiftly scaled the wall with the grace of her people, Symenestra were masters at climbing, whether the surface was smooth or not. She came up beside the man as he waited at a rather small outcropping, laying her head against the cool stone and peering over at him, "It may be better if you removed those sandals, it will only hinder you." She spoke softly, looking down at his feet, then back up to his face, "I would rather you not die before you give me a challenge." She supplied quickly, before he thought her helping or caring about his life. She sighed, and looked up above his head on the left and pointed, "Take it slower and notice your surroundings... Climbing is only difficult to those who fail to see the help before their eyes." She looked away and started climbing again, she wasn't helping him because he may die if he wasn't careful only because he accepted a challenge. At least that is what she told herself, and climbed way above his head and found another outcropping of the rock that looked more like a cliff, it was big enough for a few people to sit or stand comfortable, so she swung herself over to the ledge, and dropped a few feet above it, landing feeling the cool stone beneath her feet.

Savacea walked closer to the edge and sat down, her legs dangling off the ledge. She peered down at the man Loda, watching him suspiciously as he struggled climbing. She figured this would be a good spot for the human to rest before continuing to climb, after all climbing while the muscles were tired was dangerous, and he promised her a challenge after all. Perhaps with further instruction he could indeed prove a challenge. The man had a hidden strength about him that she quite enjoyed, most people were weak and feared just the sight of her. She rather liked the way he did not fear her, or anything it seemed as he climbed further up the rocky mountain. She could respect that about a person, even if she did not care for humans particularly.

[Loda]

It was painfully obvious how disadvantaged he was in this climbing match. Like a runner who has pulled a muscle and fell, then was helped up by another runner to finish the race, Savacea decided to offer him some advice and help him to continue better. He wasn’t too sure about taking off his sandals but as he heaved himself up on top of the stone, he took the advice of the woman. With shoes in his hand he looped them into the tie of his loincloth so that they hung there hands-free.

“I will try not to give you the pleasure” he said in thick accented common to her snide comment about his death. With power he heaved himself up the next large outcropping rock, yet could not find a hold. She zipped up past him and inside he already had known before starting she would beat him, he just didn’t know how bad until now. It was painfully obvious with how well she outpaced him up the rock, but she gave him more advice as she left him in the dust.

He was not so observant, especially when climbing, and it was one of his downfalls in the military. Having a grasp on the rock and stuck there he started to look around and observe his surroundings, looking for a place to hold onto. As he looked he wasn’t sure what he was looking for, and the stone began to hurt his feet. If that wasn’t bad enough, the steady pressure of his bodily weight really hurt his shoulder.

With hastiness in an effort to relieve his pain he moved to grab for a place that had a line in the rock. The grip was not as good as he hoped when he latched onto it and while not the best, it helped him to get his other hand up to another better spot. Now that he moved to this new spot, a wave of almost pleasure and relief washed over him as he was able to move his shoulder, release the weight off his limbs, and have a better hold on his position.

As Savacea would notice, instead of looking down as much as he was, he now was looking to find more handholds. As he rose above the next rock some loose gravel made his feet slip. The man’s hands held tightly to the blackish stone as the rest of his body flung out and downward, scraping his knees and the fronts of his toes on the rock to stop himself. The added weight upon his shoulder so suddenly caused tremendous pain to him and he gasped, yet in sheer determination and bloody vengeance he hung on. He eventually righted himself and rose to the top of the rock. He was not to the ledge yet, but with determination he continued, not stopping at his short victory.

Looking down he could see that he was still within jumping distance of the ground. Had he only climbed this far? He then looked up to her and how high she was above him. It was further demoralizing to him, but in the true spirit of challenge he rose to it and leapt up onto the next portion of rock. This one was more cliff-like and led up to where the mysterious climber sat, surely waiting for him so with her fangs he saw, she could finish him off. The only thing that made him feel more secure was his thought to her being a temporary citizen and not a monster. That meant she was under the law here. Though that perhaps didn’t mean his murder couldn’t look like an accident. He kept this in him as he cautiously rose further.

“How do you climb so well? You climb as though you are part of the stone.” he grunted out as he struggled. His sharp canines pressed hard against his teeth and he slid his jaw forward so as not to cause his other teeth harm. Blooded Fangs shaved their teeth down so resemble fangs like animals. While some people did all their teeth this way, some did not. Some did half, some did none. Loda had only the two teeth next to his canines sawed upon. This was not as noticeable as one might think though and could only be seen when he made a mouthy grin or smile. For this reason the fangs of the woman hardly concerned him. He had grown up where almost all women had sharp teeth. While hers were different and were showed to him almost as a threat before, he could not be moved by the sight. He considered them now though as he climbed; mainly due to the fact he considered that they very well may be sunk into his flesh upon reaching the outcropping.

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