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Stumbling through the broad range of twigs and trees, the figure's ragged and utterly worn body begged of him a rest, but thanks to his stubborn will, he curtly refused. With every step, his body ached and groaned and with those very same steps he winced with pain. He had no clue as to who he was or where he was; he only knew that he had to get out of this place. For some reason, this area; this forest creeped him out. He wanted to have nothing to do with it; he wanted not to be alone in it, as he pushed forward further and further pushing his body beyond its already tired limit. His condition only got worse.

Looking down at his gloved hands, a vague yet familiar flashback reproduced itself to him. Not quite understanding what it meant, he caught the idea that the removal of his gloves were the sole reason for his current state. Under no circumstances could he remove these gloves. Whether for life or death, they will stay on. He held his hands out, feeling almost surreal as in his mind, he replayed the event. Seeing his hand slowly slip one off after the other... and then the pain...

As he thought of this, he clutched his stomach almost protectively while proceeding through the muster of leaves and what not. Not looking at which direction he was heading. His head was filled with questions, questions that needed answers, but yet he was unable to find them. He searched every nook and cranny he could think of; yet to no avail. He had no idea of what had transpired. The only thing he remembered was the pain and the gloves; then waking up covered in dried blood, his clothes looking somewhat barbaric.

He was parched and famished from the constant moving without rest for what seemed like days. Not knowing how, or why, he recognized the sound of what seemed to be water. His eyes quickly told him a stream or river of some sort and that he should stay close to it. Ever since his waking up, he had been hearing a strange voice within. The voice almost seemed to guide him, not leading him astray since. It seemed to know everything, but it wouldn't give him the answers as to what had occurred prior to his passing out. Raine... it had said. Raine was its name, and his own name from that moment would be of no importance.

The sound of the stream seemed to be much closer at this point, causing him to break out in a limped run. Unsure of where he was going or what he would find, he lost all sense of self control and made his way as fast as he could to the noise source. As he ran with all the strength left in his little body, he bumped into a blurred figure, which he had no time to make out. He tripped on the figure's form and fell face first into the ground, unable to react quick enough to brace his fall, he hit his forehead against some rocks. His eyes opened once as he saw the blurred figure once more, then he fell into a deep unconscious sleep.

((Plenty of time to b***h in the OOC, but not enough to PR eh? blaugh ))

Heswina's boots tred silently, well as silent as they could be called considering she snapped any twig or dried leave that happened to be under foot at the time, through the forest as she made her way back towards her encampment with her rather solem companion. Stealth was no longer a huge factor for Heswina, who once wove webs and nets deep in the shadows and sprung out like a cobra in the grass, now her only concern was putting food in her belly and staying happy. Well happiness was easily found latley, for some reason she could fight the light in any dark, but food was scarce when the hunting was out. Damn deer just never wanted to be found! Often times she wondered if the only reason why she couldn't catch a deer was because she had been romping about in a suit of armor for so long and had lost her ability to creep silently through the forest...or she didn't care anymore to keep quiet!

Regardless the reason she was soon back in camp, a small fire crackling in a pit cleared of dead leaves and sticks, her tent pitched up between two trees with horses tied to a pole driven into the ground. She couldn't have been gone long enough for her traveling companion to have crafted that...could she have? A quick glance at the skies made her consider if she had, the sun had definately moved. Her thoughts were broken, or rather the priority of her thoughts shifted, as her black clad friend strolled up through the trees with barely a sound to indicate his presence, with three skins of water held in each of his fists. "Oh good, I'd wanted some tea." She murmured appreciately as she rose the fishes to about shoulder hiegth and wiggled them proudly. "Catcher cleans and camper cooks." Giggling, a soft whisper of the wind that could no longer compell the hearts of men with unnatural grace as it once had, Heswina dropped the fish on the ground and started off in the direction the man had just come from, "I'm sweaty and smelly, I'm going to go wash my hands and face before supper. I'll be back in ten minutes...it's this way right?"

The black clad man, standing almost a full head over the woman who was tall enough to look most men in the eye, gave no indication of hearing the words, barely giving Heswina a passing glance as she glided past, instead seemed fixated on the action of cooking those fish to perfection. She was expecting to get the larger of the two, since she caught them of course, it was only a fair trade since he himself often pulled that same thing when he brought back a pair of rabbits or devided himself the larger portion of venisen or deer when he caught it...a strange relationship they had.

Heswina dissappeared from view of the camp in moments, the towering trees of the forest quickly masking anything more then a few feet away. Along the route to the stream, it wouldn't take nearly ten minutes for her to get to the stream regardless of what he said since she could already hear the waters, Heswina casually slowed to kneel down beside a small bush and smell the tiny white flowers in abundance blooming. She would have to visit the gardens here soon, she did miss her white roses. A though occured to her as she made her way, alone, through the forest...hadn't she just passed the garden? No, that place was a ruined dump, and the garden was on the other side of the dojo...well the dojo was destroyed as well and she couldn't remember there being any plush and beautiful gardens in the area. With a soft sigh she considered whether or not she should go and pay the area a visit, maybe start planting again? Her first viist to the garden some psycho with a rake threatened to kill her if she stepped on the flowers again...yes, she remembered that. A giggle came easily to her lips as she rememebered the way she use to act, torn between being one person and becomeing another, an archer to an Aes Sedai to a psychic. The thought made her head spin, from psychic to knight back to a psychic, and now what was she? An archer again she supposed, but she still had that armor tucked away, so maybe an archer knight? Maybe she was all of the above? Oh she'd ponder that later, maybe he was right...the river, not a stream apparently, came into view almost a full ten minutes after she left the camp and she quickly went to wash her hands and face clean of the smell of traveling and fish.

Renku took his time through the forest, he felt confident that there was no need to rush, the only minor altercation that happened was when Kuro had regained a bit of her strength and woken. He had quickly remedied that with a blow to the head that sent her back into unconsciousness. Her aura had almost lost all spark and the chance of finding them now was little to none.

Not that he thought anyone was following them.

Heswina was all ready hidden in the confines of her tent, changing her atire from her travel stained hunting garbs of dark green, brown, and black to a more suitable, clean, woolen sleeping shift, to help insulate her warmth on the cold nights. Unluckily for the absurdly tall, freakishly garbed, thing the less docile of the two were still out and about in the camp. From the moment it approached the large black clad individual's tension could be felt a dozen paces away, though with no facial expression to read it couldn't be determined if he was frightened or just cautious.

As the thing strolled into the camp fire's glow it became apparent which of the two emotions the silent guardian was harboring; twin blades, as black as pitch, slid from their sheeths at the man's waist. Silent to make the dead seem loud the man spun to meet the threat, a threat was exactly what it was until it proved itself other wise. Silent on it's black boots it managed a full three steps, a good dozen seperating the tall figure from the blade bearing fighter, before Heswina stepped from her tent, "Archer stop!" She shouted, her commanding voice halting Archer's feet dead in their tracks, though his poised body still said he brinked on disobeying and attacking anyways.

A nifty trick, those blades, that she picked up in an alternative demension with more Aes Sedai and Warders seperated from the White Tower. A blade that would wound no magic could heal, forcing the wounded to wait naturally for the wounds to heal, and even then the firey scar would errupt into pain as soon as those dual swords came near. A very nifty trick.

"Archer, calm yourself." She said, her voice no longer the commanding shout. Turning to the larger figure she regarded him curiously, a bird watching an insect it was debating whether or not to eat him. "Excuse him," She said to the tall figure, "He's quite protective of me. We were just about to sit down to eat, you're welcome to our fire though we have little to spare in the way of food." Cool and collected, not a hint of caution or fear in her voice.

"Please, it is no distress on my part. The fire's glow can warm three as easily as two, now please come and sit. Infact the company would be most welcome." Motioning towards the fire with her free hand Heswina shot the statued Archer a glance that held not a trace of what she wanted to convey to her guardian. Archer, black cape hanging motionless down his frame despite the gentle breeze that stirred the dead leaves underfoot and fluttered the flames, paid half an eye to the strange, tall, figure who spoke as if he were born royal and half an eye on his mistress Heswina, with the rest of his attention divided between the edge of one of his twin black razor swords and the forested enviroment around the now trio.

Barely skipping a beat Heswina herself, as graceful as any queen at a ball, glided across the mulch covered forest floor where the warmth of the fire sent rippling waves of heat to dance and mingle amongst the grey churn of wood smoke. An odd creature this was, who spoke with the words of a noble lord or royal blood, but garbed themselves in a very similar fashion of a peasant of some sort...a cross between a peasant and a voodo shaman, of course. "My name is Heswina," She offered her name as if it should have sparked some sort of rememberance of her one time existance in the realm of the Black Company. True she couldn't, for the life of her, remember who this individual was, but it wouldn't be the first time she met someone who knew of her without her returning the same. "And your's?" With that same cool grace she round about asked for introductions. It was only polite for one to introduce themselves, after all she had invited him to share their camp site.

A small portion of the sky over the dark forest of BC, turned dark and grey. Thunder clouds roared throughout the horizon as lightening flashed. The wind blew angerly as the sky spun wildly. In a matter of moments a great fireball shoot through the storm and hurled its way straight towards the ground. the fireball burned its way through the forest crashing into the ground forming a crater from where it landed. a few moments later the sky vanished and went back to its normal self, as for thef orest burned around the area of the fire ball. Settling from the dust, a young woman with torn angelic wings lays naked face down into the ground. Badly beaten from the fall, she breathed softly as she opened her green eyes to glance through the blonde strands of hair in her face. Not knowing where she landed her vision blurred as she fell unconisous once again. her hair flowed softly along her body from the breeze. The forest around her burned wildly as a forest fire, causing large beams of smoke to fill the air.

After a few moments from the heat of the fires around her, Csukas awoke , blinking a few times to adjust to the changing colors of light around her. She brought her arms underneath her and gently forced herself up enough to sit on her knees. her wings dragged behind her torn, she sighed as she studied her surroundings, she gently wrapped her arms around her body noticing that she was naked.