by Cryovizard on Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:47 pm
Leading Maria through the maze of the concrete jungle took longer than Riaze expected. He hadn't quite come to terms with just how much he'd been injured and what it had taken out of him. By the time he turned out on the street at the edge of the park, it was all he could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other. But mindful of eyes on his back, he forced his way on anyways.
Such was his exhaustion he missed the foreign scents along the way to his lair. He blazed past the signs left in the open, exhaustion far more pressing on his mind. So when an arm stuck out at neck level a bare two paces ahead, he scarcely had time to react before his throat slammed into unyielding flesh and he flipped onto his back. Groaning, he blinked stars from his vision to see grey armored boots practically standing on his face. Traveling upwards, he became of aware of white, a woman clad almost entirely in it. A katana was held in one of her hands, a long, large wrapped object strapped across her back. As he opened his mouth to curse, she drew a sleek black scarf from her face.
"R-Raya? Wha-...whe-..." Riaze spluttered out the questions before his mind suddenly cleared and he remembered why he was laying down. "What the fuck was that for?!"
She crouched down, ruffling his hair with one delicate looking hand and smiling. "For not letting Da know whether you were still alive or not, little Rai. You'd rather it be me than him, right?"
Grinding his teeth at the pet name, Riaze struggled to his feet. Glancing towards Maria, he realized what it might look like and held up a hand. He pointed between himself and his sister. "She's my sister, I'm fine, my fault."
Hoping like hell that the lycaness understood even a word of that and didn't attack Raya like she had him, Riaze felt a chill. Please don't attack my sis, cause she'll kick my ass for it after she thrashes yours.
by Tiko on Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:13 pm
As the pair had made their way through the city, it wasn't her wounds or weariness that dulled Maria's senses as they did Riaze's, it was her single minded focus on the man walking ahead of her. He perplexed her. He was like her, and yet not. He did not know her and yet he had aided her with seemingly no expectations in return. Maria was a creature of primal instincts and aggression, and such acts were beyond her scope of understanding.
The sudden rush of movement as Raya engaged Riaze was unexpected and Maria's lips curled back into the visage of a snarl that like much of her mannerisms did not belong upon the face of a human woman. Riaze's response to the physical confrontation stayed her though, there was recognition and familiarity there that swiftly eased the tension and hostility. Instead she simply paced restlessly. She did not like this place, or the city beyond and it had her riled to stand about like this. The rapid exchange of conversation further agitated her. Though familiar, the words were gone too swiftly for her to grasp their depth of meaning.
Her eyes watched the new arrival warily. “Úlfhéðinn,” she stated bluntly before turning her attentions back to Riaze. “Not Styrkligr,” she mused before cracking a wolfish grin. “Vantar.” Something about the situation had apparently amused the feral werewolf, despite her seemingly humorless demeanor.
by Cryovizard on Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:50 pm
With Riaze staring blankly at Maria, Raya's face broke into a smile. Clapping a hand on her brother's shoulder, she turned her mind to trying to answer the lycaness. The words were Norse, but badly butchered. This was going to be something of a challenge. When she spoke, her brother looked at her oddly, sighing and throwing his hands up in frustration. She knew he hated her skills with languages. "Riaze is young yet. Are you his friend?"
Riaze fumed silently. His sister shows up after all these years, decks him, and then ignores him to speak with Maria in some foreign language. He always felt as young as he truly was as far as lycans went around her. The only thing he had ever beaten her at was the martial side of the Nightroad ways. She was a better Weaver than he was, could actually hold a conversation without looking for a way out, and her knowledge made him feel like a child. With a snarl he turned away and started clearing camouflaging branches from the shack he'd been living in.
Raya noticed this with a small frown.
by Tiko on Thu Jun 07, 2012 4:06 pm
“Friend?” Maria repeated the word as if it puzzled her. “I am Úlfhéðinn, hunter of after-goer,” she replied in old Norse. “Maria.” Having spoken the name several times that evening and having heard it in her ears did little to ease the unfamiliarity of it to her. She knew it to be her name and yet it did not feel right on her tongue.
Her gaze shifted to watch Riaze carefully with narrowed eyes. Did he intend them to remain here in this park?
by Cryovizard on Thu Jun 07, 2012 4:37 pm
Raya sighed, turning towards her brother and striding to him. She put a hand on his shoulder, growling when he shrugged it off. When she went to spin him around though, the lycan's body twisted with lightning speed and strong hands spun her instead. Her back hit the wall of the shack and it rattled, then Riaze's hand slammed into a half rotted board beside her head. Her cool blue eyes met his fiery red one levelly.
"What? What the hell are you doing here Raya?"
"Why do you think, you idiot? Da didn't just send me to find you for no reason. He's here. Outside the city, and if you think I'm going to let you and her sleep in this decrepit piece of shit..." Raya banged her hand on the side of the shack before shoving Riaze back. She stabbed a finger at him. "I will flash you and drag you to the camp if I have to."
Riaze had turned and stalked a few paces before the words sunk in. His shoulders slumping, he looked at Maria for a long moment, then turned back to his sister. He wouldn't meet her eyes. "Fine, but you'll be dragging me before I leave her. She can go where she likes when we're out of the city, but I'm not going to just leave her."
Looking back at Maria, Raya cleared her throat. Switching to old Norse, she wondered just how old this lycaness really was. Amanas was just shy of a thousand years old and even he didn't speak a dialect that old. "There's a camp of wolves outside the city. I'm bringing my brother, but would you like to join us?"
by Tiko on Thu Jun 07, 2012 5:06 pm
Maria's eyes shifted between Raya and Riaze in quick succession as they spoke, but the intricacies of the conversation continued to elude her. Even Raya's words spoken in a familiar dialect were blurring together and leaving Maria increasingly agitated at the situation. Movements, posture, tone of voice, it was all keenly observed but the information was too much to sort through. Her wolfish eyes caught Raya's gaze as she stared back for a moment before simply nodding at last.