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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 20, 2006 17:37:01 GMT -5
Pharren quickly scaled up a tree as well, going well towards the top and sitting there patiently for a few moments before jumping into a different tree. She backed up against the trunk, squeezing herself up against it as tightly as possible.
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 22, 2006 22:56:17 GMT -5
Rik'javik swung off a vine and dropped to the ground, stumbling slightly. He heard the hunter, Dachande, close behind him. Regaining his footing, the young Yautja felt a claw whistle by his shoulder, narrowly missing him. He gave a nervous cackle and jumped straight up, scrabbling frantically at a tree branch and pulling himself up. Dachande fell behind quickly; he was not nearly as agile in the trees as Rik'javik was. He paused, panting once his friend was no longer pursuing him. A startled growl and several breaking branches sounded a few feet away. Apparentely, Dachande had surprised one of the twins and they had fallen out of the tree. He listened hard, but no roar came from Dachande, meaning that the twin had gotten away. He relaxed on his branch.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 22, 2006 23:12:37 GMT -5
Pharrenwaited until she heard some rustling nearing her spot and jumped onto the ground, running and quickly sliding under bushes before leaping up to a tree once again.
(Hrm...needs...mustard. No wait...plot progression.)
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 30, 2006 18:16:49 GMT -5
(I'm going to be horrible and try to move the story a bit....mwhahaha...)
Donten growled as his small body and weapon crawled uncomfortably through the top hatch of the small pod he had taken to the large clan ship of the Yautja. He had taken down coordinates when they had transmitted to Ixra-weh and despite the fact that Pharren was dead to the Wehines, she was not dead to his mind. Bringing her back undetected would make him a hero, worthy of honor. And she was, after all, his property in a few days. Women may be important on Ixra-weh but they make the males look good as well, get the males compliments if they are intelligent, unique, and honorable. Pharren was all of those, everyone agreed, though no one told her. Donten had found a duct where they put waste. Hopefully today was not trash day... He gripped onto the sides of the duct and heaved himself through, then camouflaged his pod. "I'm coming, Pharren.." He murmured, scrambling up the walls with not much grace.
Meanwhile Pharren continued to play with the other children, laughing and hiding in the trees and bushes as the one who was the hunter tried to catch her. "You can't catch me-" She started to say when her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. She lost her grip on the branch she was holding and came tumbling down to the ground, falling onto her back and crying out once she was hit. She sat up, looking around in her daze. "M'yin-de!" She called. She was not worried for the bruise now forming on her back and head, but for the scent that had wafted into her nostrils. She smelled someone, not of the Yautian kind. It was of her kind...someone was here. She stood up, then leaned against the tree, wabbling and looking around. "M'yin-de!" She called again, not recalling where she had seen her last.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 7, 2006 0:11:58 GMT -5
Hearing Pharren's pained scream. The Elder dropped out of the tree, scaring the living daylights out of Rik'javik, and came pelting for the Wehine. She skidded on a patch of damp earth rounding a large tree, catchign herself with her hand and scarcely losing speed. Dropping to her knees before the much smaller being, she said, worry in her harsh voice, "What? What is it? Are you hurt?" Her heat sensitive vision could see the bright patches that were bruises. If one of the younglings had pushed her out of the tree... But something told her it was not bullying, though it often happened among the youngsters, despite all of the Elders attempts to quash it. What could have sent her into such a state of shock?
((Thankies for pushing it along! I had something similar in mind, but I didn't know how to do it without god moding. Sorry it took so long to post.))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 7, 2006 11:19:16 GMT -5
(no prob, G.)
"Someone...someone else is in the ship!" Pharren looked at M'yin-de. "There's a weird smell...it's from a Wehine, and it's not me. I don't know where it's coming from though...where can you easily get into the ship?" She asked. She hoped one of the braver, hard headed Wehines weren't doing something stupid.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 13, 2006 16:00:13 GMT -5
M'yin-de blinked. "Perhaps through one of the airlocks for waste, if they managed to get in while we were blowing out trash." She paused, thinking. They usually didn't have to worry about things getting into the large clan ships, since they never landed. On the smaller ones they often had to worry about Kainde Amedha, the Hard Meat, getting in because they could stand the vacuum of space for a short while. "Or if a small craft had followed a ship into one of the hangars. We must find this Wehine, Phar'ren. Once an intruder is discovered, they are killed quickly or taken to one of the prisons for questioning. I will follow you; I do not recognize the scent as well."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 14, 2006 23:55:48 GMT -5
Pharren nodded, looking around once more then walking towards where the scent was most distinct. She wasn't exactly keen on one of her kind being killed but she wasn't part of her own race anymore. She was dead to them, long forgotten. Who could be stupid enough to try to "revive me from the dead"? She thought. It made her think some more. Who would be stupid enough, and who would care enough about her? Pharren stopped suddenly. "It's moving really slow...but it's moving upwards..." She murmured, breaking into a run towards the scent and towards the airlocks.
Donten grunted, pushing himself through the vent. Surely, Pharren had scented him by now, on the way to get her back. He hoped they hadn't violated her somehow. He didn't want her damaged. He had worked hard to win her family over with gifts. He smiled, glancing at curved blade strapped to his back. He would kill any Yautja that tried to stand in his way of his prize...
Pharren got to the airlocks quickly, some Yautja working there looking at her strangely. "It's the fourth one..." She murmured, going towards the fourth airlock on the right.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 21, 2006 10:21:42 GMT -5
M'yin-de pulled at the stiff handle locking it, muscles bulging in her arms. With a reluctant creaking groan, it opened, moving easier once it got moving. While it would seem like an airlock like this would be impractical, the ones with automatic doors were far easier to get trapped in and were only used for dangerous trash where you wanted to get away as fast as possible. An eta looked at them curiously, staring at Pharren directly. The female Elder growled, narrowing her eyes. A direct stare was rude. "Learn your place, slave." she spat. Then she turned her attention back to the door, tugging it completely open. She stuck her head in, peering for this alien. Further below, she saw a bloom of heat. "He's in there. You'd best get him out before he causes a sensor to go off."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 21, 2006 17:18:44 GMT -5
Pharren nodded sticking her head in after M'yin-de and reaching her arm downward. In a worried voice, she cried, "Malakt'u fe xenkque! Take my hand!" It was a moment before she felt a large, bony hand grasp around her own and a pair of similar eyes as hers to look up at her.
"Katte, gastaq uun." The voice grunted...Donten's voice.
Pharren gasped, almost losing grip when she heard his voice. "Thank you, little one." He had said. She easily pulled him out, he not weighing much more than her.
Donten was pulled out onto the floor, catching many stares. Pharren, the prize he wanted to rescue, seemed to have rescued him from something he did not understand. He looked up at her shocked expression as he moved his long legs out of the way as she slammed the lid down.
Pharren watched the one who had helped sentence her to a banishment stare up at her then looked at M'yin-de. "Breaking into the clan ship...that would be at least prison, wouldn't it?" She asked.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 21, 2006 21:33:59 GMT -5
M'yin-de shrugged, watching him and eyeing the sword on his back. "If another Elder or hunter caught him, that would be the least of his problems. However, as long as he promises not to misbehave, I shall count him as my guest. If he breaks any laws, then I will be duty-bound. Remember, I am an Arbitrator. Judge, jury and executioner. I cannot shirk my responsibilties." The female Elder gestured at the watching warriors and etas. They started to trickle away, though they threw curious looks over their shoulders. They knew they would hear about everything later.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 22, 2006 0:00:00 GMT -5
Donten couldn't help himself but smirk. "Thank you for your hospitality, Paya M'yin-de." He said, sitting up, coarse, navy hair falling over his shoulders. "But I will not be staying for long. I only came for Pharren." Pharren glared at him. She had no reason to be scared of one older than she was, knowing M'yin-de was around. "You banished me." She said. "It was a majority vote, Pharren. I wasn't part of that majority. Sadly your mother was..." "She knows the rules of the culture and must obey them! She...she did the right thing." Pharren said, looking at the floor. "If you bring me back, we'll both be executed. You should go back." Donten shook her head. "You are mine, Pharren. You officially belong to me. They didn't cancel the marriage plans..." Pharren again glared at him. "I'm NOT marrying a...a wexiu-ka like you! Because they banished me, I'm dead to them! Stop...stop trying to do this to me..." She murmured. "And I'm not a thing to own! You can't bring me back to life just like that!"
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 22, 2006 16:44:00 GMT -5
M'yin-de was listening to this conversation, brow furrowed. Though she did not understand their language, by their tone she knew things were not going well. Why was she upset that one of her kind had come to rescue her? Losing one's people was a terrible thing. She began examining the long metal claws of her prosthetic right hand very obviously. It was a very subtle threat. No one hurt the ones she chose to protect.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 22, 2006 17:16:20 GMT -5
Pharren watched Donten worriedly. "You must come back. Bringing you back would mean saving you from a gruesome death by these people when you come of an adult age. They only kill the adults and they WILL kill you." Donten explained. "besides, it also means that we will be honorable as husband and wife..." "Marry you! Hah!" Pharren scoffed. "Idiot. My own people banished me, and even thought I wish to go back, it's not honorable to go against the council's wishes..." She glared at him then readied herself to stand. "Like M'yin-de said, you may stay as a guest...but you cannot stay long." She murmured but then felt Donten squeeze her wrist, hard. "I said, that you are coming back with me..." He growled, glaring at her. Pharren winced. "Stop!"
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 22, 2006 17:22:53 GMT -5
Donten grabbed Pharren, hurting her. That was the last straw. She shot her arm out and fastened her hand around his throat! He released the youngster and she slammed him into the wall, holding him eye level with herself. "I would not do anything stupid if I were you." she hissed softly, eyes narrowed, lower mandible spread wide. "I can crush metal with this hand. Imagine what it would do to your neck." She smiled wickedly, daring him to do something. "I do not need any sword to be dangerous. Just give the word, Phar'ren."
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