[open] Dark Rain

[wulf]

Isa crouched on top of the odd and large tree. Isa couldn't fathom what type of tree it was, the bark type didn't match the tree's build. This whole country was odd, but he was the one who wanted to travel. A shiver went up his spine and he tilted his head back, mouth open, enjoying the quick ripple that went through his lean body. Someone was coming...Isa leaned his head to the left, crack, then to the right, craaack!. Much better. Isa looked down on the forest floor from the high tree, his knife in hand, waiting.
A scurry from under the bush's came and out trotted a deer. Such a wonderful animal..frail, delicate, beautiful. The doe's ears flopped back and forth and started licking at the sap from the tree with large innocent eyes. With a very large smile that was ear to ear, Isa let his body weight shift slowly forwards and down he went. The doe leaned back and ears flew up but it was too late, Isa wrapped himself around the doe and sunk his knife in, bring it down and around the doe's neck. Isa felt the bone just a inch away from the knife, jerk, snap there went the bone and the large doe trembled and fell under Isa. Isa stood up and brushed himself off, And not a drop of blood to show for it on me! he chuckled under his breath. Isa shifted his head back and forth under his large hood, bringing his fingerless black leather gloves up, he shaped it so it was comfy.
Isa inhaled deeply as he let the fumes of the roasting deer come up into his nostrils. He had finally found some flint to start the fire and to cook, and it smelt wonderful. Isa felt another shiver up his spine but this one he didn't enjoy, without looking up, Isa's hand dropped down and fingertips held the tip of the knife. Isa knew many tricks, one of them was a deadly aim with throwing knives. He pretended he didn't hear anything, but his ears followed the rustling that was just a couple yards away...

[fromxfirstxtoxlast]

Black boots carried a tall nineteen year old elegantly over the grass beneath him. A small sheet of dew held on the surface of the plant life, giving the air around him a cool touch. Every now and then a vine or a leaf would brush up against his hands, leaving a thin trail of crystalline liquid behind. It was days like these that Criss enjoyed the most, where he could appreciate the beauty of nature that he saw around him.

Stepping softly and silently behind him came the enormous tawny paws of a cougar, following in his shadow without a sound, his white-tufted ears flicking here and there as they picked up the sounds of the forest. The big cat's amber eyes darted from the ground to his companion every now and then as he scanned the area nervously. Criss looked over his shoulder, scattering his dark hair here and there as he turned. "Miro?" he almost purred, peering fondly down at the great puma, his own eyes matching the beautiful animal's.

Something about this place wasn't right, but he had yet to discover anything of real danger to him. Every now and then, another cat would show up, though it was nothing that Miro couldn't handle for him. The cougar was still young, but already he was of enormous proportions, and was more than capable of taking down prey twice his size. The pair was not only inseparable, but loyal to the end, defending each other with their lives. Criss had saved Miro, and for that, the cougar owed him for, ready to spend the rest of his life paying off his debt.

The tawny cat's eyes were fixated on a shape in the distance, burning with ferocity and the thrill of the hunt. There was a deer nearby, and though Criss couldn't see it, he knew the predatory instinct was upon the cat. "Go on then," he chuckled, motioning with his hand toward the clearing. Instantly, Miro was off, thundering through the bracken, powerful muscles flexing beneath his short pelt.

Smiling, Criss followed him, keeping a steady jog and managing to just keep the big cat in his sight. When he finally caught up Miro stood, frozen in place as he glared out into the open. Criss crouched down next to him, peering through the leaves to see another person. He hadn't come into contact with another in such a long time, and had no intentions on doing so now. Company was okay every now and then, but he never could be too careful with another person. They were not to be trusted so lightly.

Remaining quiet, he continued to watch the mysterious figure. If he noticed him, he'd be fine with that, but if he were lucky, the person would just move un leaving Criss unnoticed. And if things came to be worse, then Miro and him would fight side by side until death.

[wulf]

Isa's ears twitched, there was a middle weighted step, male most likely. And then very soft pads against the leaves....some sort of animal. Isa's left hand got a better grip on the knife's tip, ready to throw with deadly aim. Isa leaned back and pretended to yawn, with one squinted eye he could see a pair of yellow eyes staring at him and another pair of human eyes. as he resumed to look like his attention was on the meat, he let his left side slide back, and swoosh the knife left his hand and flew straight at his target.

And stuck, the oddly spotted lizard squeaked one last time and flapped around, the venom on it's teeth spraying upward and onto the tree, killing the bark instantly. Isa laughed and started to walk over towards the tree, his eyes staying away from the eyes that must have been watching him, he didn't know he was keeping his eyes away from them, he wanted to play this one just right..

As he got closer he pretended like he heard something new where the eyes were and Isa did a good impression of a scared jump. He played his face perfectly with a gasp and wide eyes, letting his body contract slightly in self induced fear. He was hoping deep inside the pair of eyes were confused as hell, he had played this game many times. "oh!' Isa exclaimed and he let his body relax. "Wow! Dude your pretty good at sneaking!" He let his accent drop that he normally carried, this time he gave his speach a more norther accent. "You scared me shitless!"

[rine]

(Mind if I join, boys?)

The damp, heavy air was comfirting to her.
It was all she could remember - well, remember with any certainty, that is. She had the vague feeling that there was something else...something just beyond her grasp.
Perhaps it she enjoyed the humidity and mist so mych because it reminded her of her own mind: murky and hard to navigate.

Regardless, Rine enjoyed the rainforest. Except at night - there were too many horrible sounds at night.

She had built herself a nest up in the trees. While it wouldn't protect her from a snake or a jaguar, it would at least help, and it sure beat sleeping in the ferns and getting rashes from her always-wet skin.

Her dagger was her most prized posession. She didn't want to think about what she would do without it.
But she had to think about it. It was her primary means of survival, and without it, she was toast.
Why, already she'd had to fight off a strange pig-like creature! At least she'd killed it.
From its bones, she was making various useful tools, the most important of which were two knives carved from the creature's tusks. Just in case she lost her dagger.

Rine was surviving, but not living. She was a social animal, and longed for company of some sort...of any sort.

She soon realized that eking out a living in the middle of the rainforest was fine temporarily, but she'd go crazy if she had to live the rest of her life alone in a dangerous world. So she gathered a surplus of meat and berries, dried them, put them in packs with the rest of her posessions, and left her nest behind.

She knew, from the moment her feet hit the ground at the vase of her tree, that good things would come of it.

(Sorry it's kinda short - around 315 words. Most people make greatlonghuge first posts. Some people...don't.)