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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 12:27 pm

Droplets of perspiration gathered at the juncture where the flat of her chiseled jaw met the slender curve of her neck, the temperature outside insisted that the lithe-framed redhead don at least a coat or jacket of some sort however Nera didn’t have that option and instead found herself fuddling near the base over an uprooted tree. Truly it wasn’t cold in the dense rainforest yet the native born desert dweller found the moisture in the air settle just underneath her skin and rob her of all heat. Nera realized some time ago that being on her own completely wasn’t exactly as easy as she had initial thought, in fact the lean-figured Oban had given up attempting to act as if everything would be alright a few days into her independence. She was hungry, dirty, and above all else; lonesome.

Planting herself between the twisted knots of upturned roots and the make-shift bedding she had prepared for herself the night before the boyish youth vigorously rubbed her legs together while smoothing the palms of her hands over the length of her thin arms. Nera didn’t feel the need to venture out of her hiding spot, she had some water in her flask and the cutlet of smoked fish she saved was wrapped in several loose leaves neatly tucked into the confines of her backpack; the reality of the situation was she needed to conserve her strength and she knew the less that she moved around the less likely it would be that she would be tracked by the savages that roamed the landscape; though now that she had settled on her back the annoying sensation of a heavy pressure pushed against her insides. “You have to be kidding . . .” the words had barely left her mouth and yet her voice echoed into the stillness of her surroundings as if she had purposely yelled. There was no fighting the urge, Nera knew that she had to get right back up and dig herself another latrine; why did she have to be so burdened with such a small bladder?

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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:17 pm

The young man from the land of fire was not afraid of anything and if he had brought a mount with him to this place he was sure this would not of been a problem. Unfortunately the 'search' for his sister had proven a bit more difficult than he though it would be. How could it be that hard to find her? After all he was in on the scam and had agreed to meet up outside the city. Now...he was on the edge of a forest and its gnarled roots didn't look very inviting.

Still this was a moment of pride for the young Oban, he had come to the very forest that the Oban's warriors had fought and won against all the lesser earthlings. Scanning the immediate area the young man tried to see any signs if this was where the war had occurred, his father had helped organize and lead these troops, and hearing the stories about it first hand was almost as good as being there himself. Almost.

Taking a deep breath he tried to reign in his excitement, he wanted to investigate this area, see where the battle had been held perhaps if he was lucky find some spoils of the war. Of course...it had been many moons since it had occurred and the likeliness of finding...anything would be a miracle. Daggers in hand Nkole prepared to enter the forest, his fathers description of the place was fairly accurate and the creatures he had seen meant it would prove dangerous. Excellent.

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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 4:56 am

Urgency fueled the lithe-framed redhead’s actions, slim fingers had made quick work of upturning moist soil and the action of squatting over the somewhat deep hole took only a few moments yet Nera felt as if time had slowed down to a crawl. Constricted tendons that led from her ankles pulled into the hardened fibers of her calf muscles and the slight bend in her knees made her thighs taut, Nera was almost certain she could feel her own heartbeat in her ears as she constantly glanced around her surroundings to stay vigilant in her efforts to not be surprised by the denizens of the wilds. It was barbaric that she couldn’t even alleviate herself without having to worry that some savage Earthling or vicious animal would attack--- the two terms were nearly a synonym anyhow yet the threat still held its place while she crouched down over her make-shift latrine and tried to ignore the sound of the fluid splashing into the shallow hole and instead focused on the ambient noise the forest produced.

Finishing up the natural act the slender yet somewhat muscular redhead toed the mound of dirt over the used spot then marked it with a smoothed pebble she had acquired from the river a few days prior. Proceeding back towards her encampment which comprised entirely of a small burrow obscured by a tangle of roots and some leaves the short-haired youth made sure to ease along the growths that littered her path taking care to push under foliage and clear her tracks as she went, the residents of the rainforest might have been uncultured swine but they were skilled hunters; she would give them that acknowledgement at the very least.

Squinting against the stray beams of light that filtered in through the roof of the canopy Nera felt her body instinctively tense and sink down closer to the ground, a stray glint of something metallic shimmered in the near distance and the lithe-figured redhead instantly felt her chest tighten and her pulse rate spike. The glimmer had been fleeting yet pink hues focused on the direction that it had originated, there was no telling what sort of ruffian could have been searching the area, all Nera knew was that she needed to remain hidden and quiet until she was certain the person was gone.

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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:56 am

Though Nkole held no rank as of yet, he was viewed in his parents eyes as the perfect son and this illusion he kept up for the sake of his sister as it made their schemes go a lot smoother when he was the one they could 'trust' with important information. Which of course he would later exploit. Though not formally trained he held a ceremonial dagger at his side, it was flashy and looked rather intimidating but was duller than anything. He doubted the stupid thing could cut through the vines of this forest, so he would have to fight with his bare hands to gain any ground wouldn't he?

It wasn't something the young man enjoyed, being the son of a well known general of the king perhaps gave him a bit of an elitist attitude, and though he had no strong desire to follow in his fathers footsteps he enjoyed and took advantage of the perks of being the son of such a prestigious man. But this forest was...just a mess. Muggy and unbearably sticky he could feel the sweat already beginning to cause his clothes to cling to his dark skin.

Nkole had yet to recognize the sounds of the forest and those that didn't fit in, so for the moment he didn't notice that he wasn't alone. But he was taking his sweet time leaving the area. Stopping every couple steps to curse as his foot would get tangled up in a root system, or the mud would suck his foot in so deep that he would have to literally heave himself out of the mire to get out. How he was beginning to hate this place.

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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 8:58 am

Nkole had appeared through the bush and heavy foliage like a prince leading his prerecession up the steps of the Oban capital, his chin jutted out with regality and his masculine chest glistened like well-oiled leathers with his perspiration even in the dim glow of the gnarled jungle. Moments ticked by unnoticed the thick appendage located between her lips that rested against the roof of her mouth felt molten and heavy as if she tried to speak her words would drip through the bottom of her jaw and scorch the very breath she labored in effort. The telltale amber crystals adorning dark flesh sent an unwarranted wave of familiarity and comfort to come crashing down on the hidden redheaded youth, never before had an individual symbolized everything that encompassed her people so effortlessly and yet Nera remanded crouched close to the ground with the pads of her thin digits stabilizing her elfin frame; the thick coils of muscle in her abdomen and back pulling taunt as if she were a forest beast preparing to lunge at its prey even though she made no attempt at movement. Something held the redheaded prentice in place like a vice rooting her to the very spot she stood, without a doubt the young man in front of her was an Oban, everything about him screamed desert dweller and yet Nera debated with herself on grabbing his attention or allowing him to venture by.

“Hail, comrade.” Silken tones of alto mixed with a singsong treble making her pitch feminine and far more alluring that what she had intended to lead with, sullied fingertips pushed away from the earthen floor and Nera rose up from behind the cover she had taken revealing herself to Nkole in a manner that displayed caution yet solidified with confidence.

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