Thread: Life's Journey (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

Shyras eyes narrowed even farther as she examined the body more closely. It was clearly a Taurean kill, both the single kill thrust and the distinctively angled slashes all screamed of the half-elf. She spat the gesture of frustration in stark contrast to her ladylike appearance. Stupid oaf. She cursed the idiot Grennen for his stupidity. Just had to have her didnt you. She snarled at the corpse. Taurean, it came back to that name. She refused to call him that ridiculous Moniker Brandon. She refused to pander to the myth, she knew the man and it was the man whose heart she wanted on a platter. Why was he here, what was his involvement, what if any stake did he have in rescuing the little strumpet? Her eyes lifted from the body of Grennen. If Taurean got Grennen that meant that he had to have gotten Malic as well, again, she refused to call him The Weasel. He had a perfectly good name. Her eyes briskly cased the area and she spotted the crumpled form. Rising to her feet she moved over to Maliks body, kicking Grennen as she passed, muttering Stupid oaf. Kneeling beside Malic, she reached to turn him over. His eyes were closed as if in slumber. Her fingers found the side of his neck, in a similar all be it much more feminine and delicate touch. She let out a soft sigh of relief when she found the pulse beating strongly under her fingers. Lifting her head she let out a loud hoot, mimicking the call of an owl to call the others to her. She briefly considered rushing after Taurean, but if she did, he would have all the advantages. She could not outmatch him in a one on one fight she would have to out think him. He was alone with a nave priestess, how difficult could it be? He watched her fumbling approach it was obvious she could barely see in the dark. That being said she showed guts trying to investigate the noises she had undoubtly heard. Stupid, but brave.he thought. He needed to get her away from here before the others showed up. He was a skilled fighter, but he was packing bruised or cracked ribs and there was three of them. Taurean was fearless and ruthless, but not stupid. His hand caught hers as she fumbled for him. Her hand felt smooth and soft, definitely not the hand of a woman used to hard physical labor. His hand dwarfed hers, yet was still delicate, with the callouses of sword and bow contrasting with the naturally smooth complexion of his half-elven heritage. Easy there. Theres a rock in front of you. Taurean wasnt sure if that was the best introduction, but it was indeed practical. His words were hushed and he spoke in a clipped manner as he was trying to speak quickly. He wished in that moment that he had the skills to put her at ease. He is dead, come with me if you do not wish to spend the rest of your life as a whoring pleasure slave on your back in a brothel. That was likewise short and to the point. I can see in the dark. He added after a second as he began heading through the trees, tugging her along by her hand. He lifted her hand to his shoulder, It will be easier to follow my movements this way. He said. He swore softly as he heard the distinctive owl Hoot. That is no owl, come on we havent the time to discuss this. He said cutting off any potential protests whether she had any or not. He really did not want to knock her out and carry her off it would significantly slow their progress. The trees closed in around them as he lead her through the forest, deeper and deeper, praying under his breath that she would not make this more difficult for him. He could hear twigs and leaves snapping under her footsteps. She was in bare feet could she not be any quieter? Still, she hadnt complainedyet.