Post by mierce on Oct 1, 2009 0:30:39 GMT -5
Evrgarde blocked out everything the boy shouted at her, uninterested in what he had to say. She hadn't decided yet what she would do to him, since Iorath seemed so against harvesting the boy's skin as a form of exotic hide. Shame we can't just drop him in the middle of felines.
Iorath grunted. He has a wher.
Damn snotty brat.
They passed over the jungle and criss-crossed back and forth over the river as they flew further south in the direction of Selenitas Hold. Eventually Iorath dipped down into a clearing by a pool just off the main river's course and let Evrgarde off. He still held onto the boy, though, awaiting a command that did not involve grievous bodily harm... although that may be for the better really.
"I'm sure you must have something of mines," Evrgarde stated as she removed the shortbow and a quiver from the saddle. She set it down on a dry rock by the pool and started to strip out of her leathers and blood-caked clothes, making zero effort to maintaining any sort of modesty. "What I don't know, but you may keep it." Clad in just her undergarments, she did not look as gruesome (even with her collection of scars and bruises) although some blood had seeped through and stained her skin. Curiously, she tested the waters with a toe, finding it refreshingly cool after that morning's exertion. Pleased, she removed her undershirt waved it in Quintrell's general direction. "That's it. Toodeloos."
Iorath kicked off the ground then and flew further south, further up stream. What if something findes him?
Evrgarde removed her underpants and slid in the water, recoiling slightly at the temperature. Then follow him if you're so concerned.
... I'm more concerned about you.
I'll call you.
Though reluctant, Iorath obeyed and flew south, dumping the boy in a deep but week part of the river some distance further south. He stayed long enough to make sure that the boy would not drown, then rose up higher in the air.
Iorath grunted. He has a wher.
Damn snotty brat.
They passed over the jungle and criss-crossed back and forth over the river as they flew further south in the direction of Selenitas Hold. Eventually Iorath dipped down into a clearing by a pool just off the main river's course and let Evrgarde off. He still held onto the boy, though, awaiting a command that did not involve grievous bodily harm... although that may be for the better really.
"I'm sure you must have something of mines," Evrgarde stated as she removed the shortbow and a quiver from the saddle. She set it down on a dry rock by the pool and started to strip out of her leathers and blood-caked clothes, making zero effort to maintaining any sort of modesty. "What I don't know, but you may keep it." Clad in just her undergarments, she did not look as gruesome (even with her collection of scars and bruises) although some blood had seeped through and stained her skin. Curiously, she tested the waters with a toe, finding it refreshingly cool after that morning's exertion. Pleased, she removed her undershirt waved it in Quintrell's general direction. "That's it. Toodeloos."
Iorath kicked off the ground then and flew further south, further up stream. What if something findes him?
Evrgarde removed her underpants and slid in the water, recoiling slightly at the temperature. Then follow him if you're so concerned.
... I'm more concerned about you.
I'll call you.
Though reluctant, Iorath obeyed and flew south, dumping the boy in a deep but week part of the river some distance further south. He stayed long enough to make sure that the boy would not drown, then rose up higher in the air.
