Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

There's forty of them atleast. Fifty eight Th-that's more than- More than we've ever seen at one time yes, atleast in our generation, Elder Mune has had stories but that was centuries ago. What are we supposed to do? With just six of us, we can't risk fetching the border keepers, nor can we run to the grove. Six is enough. Now that they've relaxed and removed their headwear, I've counted five women. It is important we do what ever it takes to preserve them. But Khalla, as soon as we attack, it will be chaos, and even if we manage to succeed without casualty, there's never been five rituals at once. Well Akara, it will be quite the day of celebration won't it. We must show caution though. These humans came from the west, and we've never seen armed soldiers of this quality from that side before. Akara nodded slow. Many are drunk, showing little care of the dangers that lurk around them. Yes, we are fortunate of this. give the signal. We will rain arrows from above, before they know what is happening we should be able to kill most of the men, then we restrain the women. Remember, more does not make them disposable, they are all our sisters. Akara draped her long orange tail down below the branch so the others high within the trees could see the signal and prep their bows while she did the same, glancing to Khalla on her right, who remained perched and ready, without a bow, but a dagger clutched tightly in her hand. Khalla was the Matriarch of the western keepers and one of the oldest sapphisari among the warriors. She was tall and broad, with a long mane of raven black hair, blending in with her short black fur trailing down the sides of her body, blending seamlessly with pale flesh. thin white stripes marked the fur on the sides of her torso, hips and cheeks. She and the rest of the Sapphisari warriors were dressed in dark leathers and fur kilts, covering their chest and hips but leaving the rest to feel the gentle forest breeze. Khalla's golden eyes stared down watching them intently waiting for the perfect moment until....her trail dropped below the branch they were perched upon, just like Akara's had and arrows rained from the canopy of trees, five at a time, seconds apart from each other. Four volleys had claimed twenty men before the carefree band of mercenaries realized they were under attack. This had nothing to do with incompetence, but a was testament to how quickly the arrows were fired. Panic ensued, and the next four volleys only claimed half of their targets. By the time they unleashed another wave of volleys, the company had armed themselves and taken cover, while the untrained took cover or fled. This was the difficult part, not only were they still greatly outnumbered, surprise was their only advantage and they still had to safely preserve the five women. Once all one hundred of their arrows had been spent, sixteen of the mercs remained alive. Khalla gave one more flick of her tail before all six women leapt from the high trees, landing with grace , surrounding the outskirts of the clearing. They knew they still had a fight on their hands. The Sapphisari dispersed in all directions, two persuing the women that had to be captured at all costs, blurs of dark furred, orange, blonde and white furred creatures sprinted at inhuman speeds, all with different weapons in their hands to engage the humans in battle or chase down those who were fleeing. To the humans the creatures looked feral and savage and yet when the large dark furred one shouted Secure the clearing! in perfect common.