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Owsla

"Tinkerer, Listener, Runner, Princess of swift escape. If I am cunning and full of tricks and I will never be destroyed."

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a character in “Savage Evolution”, as played by kyuukonhime

Description




Owsla
All the world shall be my foe, for I am the princess of a thousand enemies. And whenever they catch me, they will kill me. But first, they must catch me.







Image
Here is my shell

(note: she does not have ears or paws. This was the closest pic I could find.)

Nicknames/status/
Owsla is the only name many people know her by, the name that she gives and the only name she knows. However, her name in reality is Osanal Hall.

Neko or Sapien
Neko

Sexuality and relationship status
She's not old enough to have that sort of relationship, but has had crushes on boys most of the time.

Age
14

Gender
Female




Long live the human heart!



Personality
Owsla, for a lack of better wording, is a rather twisted little girl. Being born during the war and having been passed around as a prisoner to many clans, taught her that the world was out to kill her. She is very mistusting of both necos and sapians, especially sapians. However, she is a clever girl and knows that due to her small size, that she can pass off as a sapien kid in the event that she needed to trick them into letting her into their lives or get them to give her what she wants. As a result of her tricks, she's become very intellegent and a girl with a biting tongue.
If cornered into a fight, she is not afraid to run for the hills and slip out without a problem. But even under the mistrust and venom, Owsla is just a little girl looking for her family again and to have some sort of safety again.


Gifts and skills
-trap maker: anywhere she takes up residence by herself is surrounded by hand made booby traps.
-Agility: She is small, slippery to catch and she uses this to her advantage.
-Tricky: She can pass herself off as a sapian child on the run, usually to steal sapien supplies. Nekos are usually tricked into thinking she's a lost kid. Doesn't work all the time though.
-Escape artist: Once she knows how a bind works are a set of chains operate, it only takes someone leaving her alone for a while and time to work on the binding.


Fears and weakness's

-Finding out her family is dead
-Capture
-large groups of raiders
-She is still a child, so hand to hand combat would probably kill her.
-Mental state is very shaky, and very fragile. Taking about her parents sets her off immidently.


Weapons and Armour.
Owsla's armor is made primarally from scrap metal and animal parts that she can find and peaces of leather. See picture for an example.
-weapons: See picture. Both hand made while on the run.
In terms of equipment, owsla also has a "shell" on wheels that she sleeps and hides in made out of metal for the outside and wood on the inside. It's big enough for her to curl up in and sleep with a few supplies and acts as a bit of transport when she can get it going. Looks like a large tortose shell



Back tracing my steps...



History
Owsla was born a year before the war ended and was taken from her village as a baby. She was raised as warrior slave for the clan she was a part of, and passed as a sapien child and was given to various clans until she turned 11. At that time, Nekos started to point out that she looked like a certain neko that had supposidly died in the war. She soon escaped from the last clan to live by her own rules. She was captured numerous times by bandits and learned to kill as a result.
A little over two years ago, she finally found a name for the neko that fathered her; General Oreron Hall. A general that was feared through out the clans. She keeps this a secret as she now wanders the land for him and answers.



Other
Anything else?

So begins...

Owsla's Story

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Owsla

The fall was the time of gathering, weither it be supplies, materials for protection or anything else. It was that time where you gathered your stuff before the coldness of winter. For Owsla, this was a time of easy theft, but the forest rarely held anything but food and on occation necos passing through. She sat on top of a large metal tortoise shell on makeshift wheels, eyes moving darting around the forest as she held her arm to keep it from bleeding. Something had gotten a good hit on her from the trees from where she couldn't see. That was something that really kept her on edge.

She pushed herself and the shell of the tree as to start it moving as she balenced herself on top of it. It started to move on it's own once she pushed, but slowly as she turned and weaved through trees and looked up at the tree tops in hopes that it wouldn't find her.

Her arm kept bleeding, making her unsure if the what ever hit her had sliced a vain or just flesh, but for now she was out of medical supplies and knowing most nekos, she would have to trick them out of giving her treatment.

She soon came upon a cabin. A cabin meant people. At this point, she doubted that it would take much to make them weary of her with with a hunting knife on her back. "Excuse me! Does anyone on know how to patch this?" She called out as she rode closer toward the cabin and trying to look as innocent as she could.

Oreron
Oreron grew impatient. His drink was taking too long for it to be any good reason other than making him leave with him actually talking. So he abliged. He walked out, upright this time as he hissed at those passing by him. He was irritated, a common emotion these days. Forced to be alone due to the war, and still that way due to the world the war had made it. He wandered about the street on all fours again, looking for somewhere else to gather his thoughts. Nothing that the world had become would ever make him see the light except for one thing.

He wandered into what seemed like a deserted bar. Somewhere to think and calm himself. Or so he thought. There was one other male there. A neko for sure, but a pitiful sight to behold. Drunkeness and sorrow was bleeding off of the male as he wandered in on all fours. The blood on his armor flaking off from it drying. However, even the most pitiful neko could be dangerous and he was in no mood to fight.

He sat on the opposite side of the bar, opening the helm somewhat so only a sliver of flesh could be seen as he watched the male in case he came after him first.

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(Just saying, Ace was hiding in the bushes when he spoke. Lets just say Gabriel saw him and so he rose. I do believe WolfDawn is waiting for a reply from Ember and Marishka, her character is watching them :3 Make sure Owsla gets a display picture up, sorry for being picky~)

Ace Tyrant


As the pupils of the icy haired stranger found his rather pathetic hiding place, Ace rose to his feet, arrow still aimed at his forehead just in case he pounced. The blonde looked uneasy as he stepped forward, Adams apple bobbing in his throat, yet he still tried to hold a stern and defensive expression. "I guess you woodland people lack manners." Ace's next sentence just slid from his tongue;tone a little sarcastic and jokey, a little more like Ace. "Manners are rare from anyone these days, you should be satisfied with a scrawny archer instead of a pack of us with swords." Though he had the ability to adapt decent conversation, Sophia was still raised.

"I am neither, as I do not know who you are, Blondie, and so I will not harm you either way."

"Neither...?" Ace blinked a few times, how could somebody be neither? His curious eyes narrowed upon the specie-less man, pondering his answer. "My name is Ace Tyrant, I'm a Neko, not that it matters. Care to share your own name? At least." The ice mans gaze made the male a little uncomfortable, though he did his best to remain submissive, lowering his weapon but still not placing it away. "Why are you hanging around here?..."

"Excuse me! Does anyone on know how to patch this?"

A young feminine voice echoed through the woodland, coming from the direction of his cabin, with a instant reaction he pounced towards the voice, waving his fingertips to signal the nameless stranger to follow after him. After a short while of dodging trees and tripping clumsily over roots, Ace came out into a opening where a old, patched, and mossy little wooden house stood. Beside it a young teen, who appeared to have the appearance of a feral child. Most importantly she was wounded, thick crimson dripping from the gasp.

"Freeze!" Ace cried with wide and panicky eyes, raising Sophia once again, before quickly spinning back to the male he met before hand. "Is this a trap? Did you set this up!?" The blonde kept tipping his head back over his shoulder, but it was difficult to keep a eye on both of them at once.

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Oreron
Oreron growled and rolled his eyes under his helm. He had not been called that name in years and the only one that had ever called him that never bothered to get his name in the first place. "Yes, Banton. Surprised your memory is in tact from all the alcohol." He said, his voice as raspy and disused as it always has been. He hopped a few seats closer to the male, coming that get a better looks and gave a headshake of dissapproval.

"What happened to the honorable warrior of years past? Time caught up with you?" He asked sarcasticly. Time has also caught up with Oreron. New scars had been added and his smile stitched enough to give him some control of his open mouth undernith his headpeace. "poison is not what I want at the moment either." he said softly to himself as he stared down at the wood in front of him in thought.

Owsla
Owsla leaned back a bit and raised her good arm in genune surprise. "I'm not here to give trouble man!" she snapped back, putting her hand back on the wound from the sting of it. She hissed at the thought of being accused of setting up a trap...or well being part of one she didn't know about. She already had an idea of the blonde with the bow however. An idiot.

She rolled her eyes, knowing if she wanted treatment she could have to lie to get to them.

"I just wanted help mister. I don't know this guy at all. So, can you help me? I'm starting to feel light headed." She said in the voice that made her sound like she was tired. In reality, he wasn't as much tired as she was ready to run with a fresh wound as she eyed the male. There was no way she could get away from the tree tops, but her shell would make a good defence if she would need it.

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Owsla shook a bit, weary of other necos for good reason. The male that spoke to her had white hair like her, but had a pink eye. Odd. She held her arm out, the bleeding slowing down to a crawl in the fabric she had been holding with with. "I was trying to look for a place to sleep for a while near the forest edge and something nicked me from the tree tops. I didn't see what it was." She said as she slid off her wheeled shell.

She really did start to feel light headed from the blood loss. She closed her eyes and let herself sway a bit to keep herself from falling over from woozyness. She turned her head toward the blonde and tilted her head to the side. "Do you know him?" She asked, now leaning against her shell for support.

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Ace Tyrant


"I'm not here to give trouble man!"
"I just wanted help mister. I don't know this guy at all. So, can you help me? I'm starting to feel light headed."


Of course Ace was still panicking; too many people at once and no Jennifer to drag him out of the situation. He was stuck and surrounded, but he saw that the girl was telling to truth and so naturally, being the little puss-puss he was decided helping her would not be such a awful thing. However, for the moment he felt uncomfortable and so just simply stated. "Only if you step back..."

Thud.

Ace cried out as he felt a pair of feet push on his chest and send him slamming to the ground. The landing was rather painful, but atleast he did not land on Sophia arrows which could have been quite nasty. The first thing the blonde male presumed was that the white haired males trap had worked, and this attacker had been sitting in the treetops waiting for the perfect time to leap. He began to kick and cry out, looking rather pitiful pinned under this woman.

Wait.

He stopped. Blondie suddenly aloud himself to be over powered and glared up at the woman, directly into her eyes, and then he began to smile. He did not care if she was to murder him on the spot, her face, though dangerous, brought back many memories. "Hello again! I don't recall your name, but do you remember me? I saved your ass once!" Ace chirped excitedly in a child like way, forgetting all about the messy situation at hand. "A few years ago, I was with a black haired lady...Anyway lets have this conversation later! Mind getting off me so I can save yet another ass? " He stated before nodding over to the wounded young girl.

"If the white haired guy is either of your twos partners he is...welcome...too. I myself do not know him..."

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Ember & Gabriel & Marishka

Ember was straddling Ace. She was glaring down at him with one of her black daggers pressed to his throat, the other in her fist, pulled back like a punch when he spoke. She stared down at him, her dead eyes almost becoming burning orbs of flame when they sputtered and died. She was confused by what he talking about when recognition came to her. Ace Tyrant. Faith. Jennifer, and Darius. The murderous look on her face faded, so she looked over at the girl he was talking about then she looked to Gabriel.

Gabriel was okay with two people, but was surprised when Ember appeared, using his earlier moves by tackling Ace to the ground. He watched them before shaking his head, disappointed that no one would be getting slaughtered. "Guess I can't enjoy your screams of agony." He let out a dramatic sigh, and knelt beside Owsla. "The name is Gabriel and can I say that maybe you should get off the man-boy so we can tend to the wounded, Ember."

Marishka watched all this happen, and felt glad that Gabriel was tending to another injured girl. That basically meant he had compassion... or one of those emotional words. Marishka didn't remember much of what her mother taught her. Planting edible herbs probably wouldn't help her here.

Ember removed herself from Ace and waked over to Gabriel, handing him the pack when she got close enough.

Gabriel took the pack from Ember and began to dig through it. "My companion's name is Ember Wolfe, and we've been traveling for awhile. I, obviously don't know the naive one there." He motioned to Ace with a nod. "So, tell us, what is your name?"

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Owsla

Owsla wasn't used to neco compassion, or rather any kind of compassion in the first place. She gave a weary look and shivered slightly. "I'm...owsla." She said, looking away from the male and giving ember a weary look. She didn't get a good feeling from the woman, something in her gut telling her that she would be a threat in due time. She pressed her lips together in thought, thinking of ways to keep traps on her person so that if the occasion should arise, she could escape cleanly, but leave the woman crippled.

She took the fabric off the wound, revealing a jagged wound in her forearm. It had stopped bleeding, but it stung. she flicked the fabric back onto the wound. "I didn't think anyone really roamed in groups anymore...well other than bandits anyway. I heard the war had caused it to stop." Owsla looked around at the others. Ace looked as harmless as a neco could be. Then again, she didn't know a neco could look that non-threatening really. And gabriel was someone she would have to watch as well. Something didn't sit well with her about him.

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(I don't mind if Mika stumbles upon the Cabin looking for help, I know she needs to jump into the story somehow :3)

Ace Tyrant


The blade pressed hard against Ace's throat weirdly did not threaten him even knowing she was a being who would not hesitate to murder him upon the spot. He did not even so much as notice the fist raised above his head as his pupils were locked perfectly with hers. She owed him, rather like he had owed Jennifer in the past for saving his own life. Her eyes suddenly lit up displaying some emotion that the blonde did not recignise, but Ember was not exactly the easiest woman to read so he did not linger upon it for long. Either way she released the runt and he stumbled clumsily to his feet.

"Guess I can't enjoy your screams of agony."

Ace shot the white haired male a somewhat sarcastic glare. He was unsure if he wanted to send one of Sophia's arrows into his neck or laugh and befriend him, it was the weirdest feeling he had ever experienced. He was rather odd.

His eyes wandered to the quiet blonde girl who's wrists were bound clearly at Embers doing. Ace caught the brunettes attention before clicking his fingers in the direction of the blonde girl. "Please release her, unless she has done something wrong. Dragging someone around with you who is your so called prisoner does not exactly make me feel comfortable." Aces voice was soft, but firm, something he could never pull off in his younger years. "What is your name kid?"

"The name is Gabriel and can I say that maybe you should get off the man-boy so we can tend to the wounded, Ember."
"My companion's name is Ember Wolfe, and we've been traveling for awhile. I, obviously don't know the naive one there."
"So, tell us, what is your name?"


"You are a annoying little shit Gabriel...You know that? It is nice to meet you Owlsa, My name is Ace Tyrant, not 'man-boy!'" He hissed, but the child faced man's lips curled at the edges forming a soft cat like smile as he scooped up his bow and waved his fingers signalizing them to follow him into his Cabin. "I have plenty of supplies that could help out with the wounds and I honestly don't mind sharing as long as I am re payed with company,"

Inside the Cabin was warm with plenty of sofas covered in thick throw blankets, a small old fashioned looking dining table along side a miniature kitchen, and at the back stood a large desk shrouded in designs for new weapons and equipment. It felt exactly like Ace, and was a very nice place of safety considering how much everyone else had. He began to rummage in the cabinet above the toilet for medical supplies.

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Owsla

Owsla felt uneasy...Something didn't feel right about a neco giving someone they didn't know hospitality. Even though her arm had stopped bleeding, she was used to a neco attacking her on sight or asking for something material in return. Not uncommon in the wastes at this point, something really to expect.

She tapped her foot in nervousness, eyes dating to everyone as she wandered inside ace's cabin. She looked around like a pet exploring a new home. Seeing as she was mostly used to sleeping in military bases and in the outdoors in a massive turtle shell, the wasn't much used to luxury items such as a couch or a dining table.

"There's no...clan nearby?" she asked quietly as she started poking at the couch a bit, slightly unsure if it would attack her or not.

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Ace squirmed as he watched the black liquid that once bound the girls wrists crawl back up towards Ember. He found it completely terrifying and disgusting, wrinkling his nose in horror. However the blonde made no comment and plucked some bandages, healing ointment, energy pills and other very useful items from the cupboard before throwing them at Gabriel.

The white haired male began to speak but was quickly silenced by the horrific gunk that Ember slapped across his mouth. Ace had no idea why exactly she had done such a thing, but it sure was funny. He let out a rather 'anime boy' sounding laugh which continued until his rib cage stung with pain.

"There's no...clan nearby?"


"Clan or no clan, there is always someone wanting to kill you. I am guessing you have realized that though..." He said with a soft tone, pointing to her bloody arm. "Chill, Gabriel will get you fixed up. Nobody is going to hurt you here unless you pull some kind of stunt." He told Owlsa, a thin grin growing on his lips. "You look like the mischievous type..."

Ace turned to his window, his pupils suddenly catching a hold of a figure in the bushes. He wondered if someone had followed after one of his 'friends', waiting in the shrubbery for a attack. He swallowed hard before scooping up Sophia and turning to the group. It was better safe than sorry after all. "I am just going to check something...I will be right back, follow me if you must but make sure she gets cleaned up."

The runt ran out into the near by woodland, eyes watching the low and rather uneven movements of the stranger a fair distance away. "I am armed!" The blonde simply called out, though his bow was not raised quite yet. He did not wish to start a fight.

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Gabriel & Marishka & Ember


"Chill, Gabriel will get you fixed up. Nobody is going to hurt you here unless you pull some kind of stunt." Gabriel rolled his eyes and picked up the healing ointment, and then stared at the energy pills for a second. He was silent with the whole black gunk on his face but he was thinking of all the insults he'd throw the Man-boy once his mouth was free. Gently probed her arm, making sure the bone was not broken or harmed in any way. Gabriel smoothed the ointment over and in her wound, not exactly knowing how the ointment stuff worked. Once that was over he, he placed a bandage around her entire arm, making sure it wouldn't fall off.

Marishka stayed silent. The entire exchange was very hard for her to really comprehend. She never met anyone from the whole "Clan" world. Except for the tall, dark and very pale stranger her father met once. That event had only happened when she was about three days old, so she really didn't remember that.

Marishka shook her head to herself, and began to hum a tune to calm her nerves.

Ember followed Ace outside. She watched the black figure, went back inside gave Gabriel her compound bow and took his twin swords. When she was back outside, she was standing beside him, twirling the swords slowly, as if awaiting someone's death.

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Owsla

Owsla winced as the ointment was spread on her wound. The fact that a necro giving her medical care was strange enough. Having a bandage around her arm that didn't impede it's movement was another thing. She looked over at gabrial, Finally noticing the creature on his mouth and tilted her head to the side. "A sticker...I've seem on of these before." She said as made a poking motion at it.

She had been held captive, escaped and captured again countless times. Even ending up in the cabin was a lucky break for her as she had been on the run and the slice was cause by something else in the treeline. "Though these I haven't ever been able to figure out. Also..." She looked behind her to check if Ace or the other woman were still outside. "...How do you trust that woman? She's cold and there's something about her that isn't right." she said quietly.

She started wandering the cabin a bit; padding her hands out the couch, digging through the desk drawers, looking through some of the cabinets. She needed to know this place top to bottom. No matter how nice someone can seem, there was always a chance that they could turn.

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POST COMBOOOOOO!

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Ace Tyrant


"City? What's City?"
"I apologize, my companion and I have to leave, immediately."

Ace tilted his head in a childlike manner, blue eyes narrowed with confusion. “Why? What’s so important about the city?” He asked, watching Embers expression light up with realization, opportunity, or fear; he was unable to comprehend what exactly had caught her attention though. “Why are you even here if you don’t have a clue where you are…Hey! Listen to me!” The brunette began to head back to the cabin in a hurry, and with a wave of hand ordering the stranger to remain where she was, he followed after her. “I’ll come back, just…wait. I’ll help you.”

The blonde’s steps were clumsy as he ran, but it kind of matched his appearance and personality. It was almost as though Ace had been plucked from a book, what with his perfect blonde-hair-blue-eyed-boy looks and naïve heart. He reached the house and found both her and her white haired companion Gabriel had already left. As cruel as it sounded, he felt abandoned. The assholes had left without a single explanation. Exactly like Jennifer.

He turned to Owlsa with a sigh, stroking the blonde strands from his eyes. “I’m guessing they did not say anything before they went.” He paused, pressing a finger to his lips and deciding what to do next. “How about we rest here for a while and then follow after them to the city? a steady walk of course. Though it is up to you of course.” Ace waved a hand for her to follow him back out in to the forest before reuniting with Cheyenne.

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Owsla

The feral girl tilted her head to the side at Gabrial's sudden departue. She snarled a bit, unhappy that her curiousity about the woman wasn't sated and started to wander the cabin a bit. Soft and coushy items were forigen to her. A couch, a kitchen anything that made a home wasn't something he was used to almost to the point of being completely alien. She poked around a bit, but soon became bored and frestrated from her lack of knowlege of everything.

She sat back on the floor, snapping her head to attention at the sudden noise of ace coming in. She still had her knife in on her, sheathed on her back. However, this male hadn't turned out to be a threat.

Yet.

She tilted her head to the side at his question. "Something about something happening in the city but I don't know." She said, turning around to face the wall. She closed her eyes and started taking deep breaths, the feeling on uneasiness settling in her gut. Something was off. She didn't know if it was one of the others or something else. but something felt...off. "A city means bandits. But also supplies i guess. I don't wann-"

The noise of the door opening suddenly caused her to jump and screech in a mix of fear and rage. Her large knife quickly unsheathed and blade at the intruder. Her eyes wide and wild with fear. She had a stance that looked odd for a neco, down on all fours as if restraned by something but able to move all the same. A stance that was familiar to some.

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(I have messaged Shade, if she/he does not reply soon we will have to move on. Though I hope that does not happen :c Lol I keep getting confused where people are. I guess it is kind of my fault. Everyone expect Owlsa is outside, and Owlsa is inside watching. I fucked up lol. Just respond to anything.)
Ace Tyrant


"Who did you find, Brother?"

Marishka spoke, catching his attention and so he turned to her with his usual soft and bubbly grin. "Oh Hello...Sister?" The youth blinked, deciding not to questions her odd nickname for him. In fact he found it kind of sweet. "This is Cheyenne. Hey! Stop!" He shouted sternly, before reaching out and swiftly grabbing her knife hand. Ace then realized she was joking and released her slowly, eyes sarcastically wide with a glare that said 'What the hell do I do with you?'

SLAM.

Ace turned towards to noise to find a white blurr entering his cabin. Of course he registered the being to be Gabriel but with the mood he seemed to be in and the young girl still inside, it made the blonde dash towards the house. "Hey! HEYY!!!..." Owlsa reacted badly twirled into a defensive position, a stance that Ace knew off. His mind automatically clicked to the odd feral creature thing that he and Jennifer had "befriended" once, though the man mainly just creeped him out. Ace decided it would not be best to speak up about this and so let the thought settle in his mind.

The male then pounced towards him, face furious and hot with anger. Ace flinched as Gabriel drew his spear, letting out a quiet moan of fear as it stopped just before his neck. However, after that he managed to swallow his panic and replace it with disgrace. The blonde grabbed the weapon by the part just before the blade and held it steady so he could not force it forward to slit his neck. "What the hell?..." He spat. The fact that Gabriel had just turned on him like this for no reason was not courageous, just rude.

"What are you doing, Gabriel?"

Ace kept his head forward, but his pupils turned to Ember, softening as he met her expression. She clearly knew as much of what was going on as he did. "Seems your friend here does not like me! Any idea why? Cause I don't."

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The urge to run was hot with owsla, to be quick and potentially trap them in the cabin running through her mind. She watched at Ace fought of the intruder, but started to to sneak around behind them. She watched the cold woman closely, moving into a small hiding spot where she could jump out and on her if need be.

This was her reality. Neco rage and hostility, tension anywhere and anywhere. Even to the point where she could crave the air with her knife. She started to mutter to herself, her hand shaking with a cocktail of rage, fear and uncerenty. "Om tare tuttare ture savah...om tare tuttare ture savah...." repeating the phrase under her breath as she shifted a bit to see.

Something about this woman...still rubbed her the wrong way.

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Ace watched as Ember returned Gabriels weapon that Marishka had got her hands on, whether it being accidental or not the blonde did not exactly know. His eyes then wandered back to the white haired male ahead of him who's weapon was still raised until the brunette came along and pushed it from his throat. The male roared with anger, his blue iris's lighting up with a kind of emotion that Ace normally would not display to anyone. It just simply was not in his nature. However this asshole had pissed him off.

"A Warrior's most prized weapon is as important as any limb. Stealing one would usually get you tortured."

"Why the hell did you make assumptions at me!" The blonde spat violently, gritting his teeth tightly. "Do you have a problem with me Gabriel? I have no idea why because I have done nothing to you!..." He then turned to Marishka, seeing her expression to maybe display a little fearful, he became defensive. "Don't turn this round on her either. She clearly did not mean it. Sorry that the little child lost his toy!" Ace also noted that Owlsa had fled too, causing more trouble for himself to go searching later on. Gabriel just seemed to be screwing up something that had started out as a amazing experience...

At that point Ember stepped between the pair, maybe forcing Ace to snap back into his normal soft hearted self. She had that affect on him...just like Jennifer had.

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The feral girl snarled audibly from her hiding place, now padding her way toward the door to get away from the tension and the woman that Gabriel had accomanying him. She reminded him of the coldness that she had endured for most of her life and it made her tense. The feeling of uneasiness came over her everytime she glanced over to her. Something that she wanted to do away with.

She padded over to the door, but the pain in her arm made it wobble a bit. She hissed in pain, sheathing the knife on her back as she kept at it. Her arm wobbled to the point of being audible vibration on the floor "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" She whispered to herself as she nearly slipped on her arm.

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"Oh please stop, your giving her a headache just thinking about your view on what just happened."
"Oh, geeez now I'm gonna get a headache just thinking about it."


The blonde caught Embers gaze and lowered his head very slightly. He realized his actions were not exactly the usual for Ace's quiet and peaceful persona, but this world changed people, including himself. He did not really understand what Gabriel had just stated, but still he kept his mouth closed to attempt to seal away the venomous words he wished to spit.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!"

The young shouts sent shivers up the mans spine and so he instantly turned to Owlsa, who now had returned to the doorway looking very uncomfortable. Ace made low hand movements twice to try and get her to quiet and calm, before he headed over to the young feral girl. "Hey, everything is alright. Its not very wise shouting out here...though I guess we cant exactly say anything," He sighed lightly. "How is your arm?"

After checking over his new "little sister" figure the blonde turned back to Ember, expression weirdly serious and maybe even depressive. He wandered back over to the warrior with honest and sad eyes, his voice hopefully out of earshot. "Where are you going and why? Its alright if you can't say....I just...I really really don't want to lose you."

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Owsla jumped a bit as Ace got close to her. Not being used to friendly contact, she moved away from him. She said with venom lining her words. Her arm still wobbled and shook from the pressure she had put on it, so she sat back. Near the door and watched the two.

If anything, both reminded her of the the captivity she was in with different neco clans that saw her as some sort of prize or weapon and human settlements that used her as a punching bag. She had no love for them or anyone for that matter. Not anymore anyway. "If blondie here has a crush on someone who's no more than a shell with the scent of death, then the world ends again and the Armored Beast of War has returned." she said, venom lining her words as she moved a bit to stop the pain in her arm.

The 'Armored Beast of War' was something she had heard once before, a reference to the war she was born during and a general she now had reason to find in some way. She hissed to herself, moving herself some distance away from them as she felt the urge to run again, and with the woman in he way, it may have been best to stay within the cabin for the moment.

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Ace felt a little bit downhearted at Owsla's recoil, but of course it was expected. In this day and age it would be rare to get a welcoming response. Still, even though they had not met before he found himself becoming attached and placing himself as a brotherly figure.

Ace frowned at the sound of Gabriel grumbling in his throat as he walked by shaking his head. His baby blue eyes narrowed to thin lines as the white haired male. Who was he to make conclusions about him and decide if he was right or wrong?! Then he noticed Embers 'deer in headlight' expression, it was very foreign upon her fair face and being honest the blonde preferred her normal battle ready glare.

"I don't understand. I am of no importance to your survival or even life style. You don't need to have any concern over my being here or no-"

He let out a long sigh and brushed back his golden strands from his face awkwardly, pupils lowered, before letting out a light awkward laugh. "You are joking me right? I have seen you fight and you have a tone of skills. Why would I not like you along me? Just for company sake anyway-"

"Lover-boy here isn't concerned over that. Well, he is but.... I don't think I know how to translate this to death personified. He... has a crush on you... Isn't that right, Man-boy?"

"HEY!" Ace cried, teeth bared like some kind of feral creature. "You can't see inside my mind so don't make judgements so quick." His voice was as stable as possible but it still shook with anger and uneasiness. Of course it was somewhat true, Ember was a very similar person to Jennifer and so having feelings for her was of course expected. "I'm still looking for Jennifer I will have you know. Plus, you can't say anything what so ever Gabriel! Why is this so important to you? Its clearly you who has the crush? Or maybe you two are more and never mentioned it?" He stated sharply, turning to Ember.

"If blondie here has a crush on someone who's no more than a shell with the scent of death, then the world ends again and the Armoured Beast of War has returned."

The blonde was surprised by Owlsa speaking up about the conversation. In fact it was rather creepy being honest, how she decided to bring up a subject they did not even know about. "Don't speak about Ember in that way ever again, and what do you mean? Can you please explain this armoured beast thing? I am quite curious right now."

Once again the first thing that jumped to mind was Oreron.

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Owsla hissed loudly at Ace, taking offence to being told what to do. She didn't know him, she wasn't his house pet and was sure as hell not his gaurdian. "You're not my caretaker, so don't treat me like a pup blonde." She growled as she turned his back to him. She felt uneasy around these people, like she was only supposed to have passed through and needed to leave fast.

The feral girl tilted her head to the side, still not facing the blonde neco. "You don't know the stories. You really must not be from a clan at all." She said with a sigh. "They say he lead the clan that brought cities to their knees. The beast that tore human and neco alike to peices and tore out their throats. They say he has no soul or consience. There is no reasoning with him." She turned her head to look at him with her one blue eye. "Those who survived his wrath say that they can't look at blue lights in the dark with out breaking down in terror, and one day he dissappeared." She turned away from the blonde again. "No one knows there is even a man under the armor that makes him the beast he is. Though as a Neco general I wouldn't be surprised if he was just a maddened killer."

Owsla's shoulders quivered a bit, head lowering a bit. She hated telling people about the armored beast. Something about telling the story made her want to crawl in the corner and cry, like failing to defend something that she knew was true and was being made fun of for it.

"They say he was killed in a village raid along with his wife and kid, but survived to kill those that murdered his family and now wanders the wastes."

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"I don't know who this Jennifer is and unlike you I will have no emotional or physical connection with a potential enemy or potential traitor..."

Ace was starting to lose his temper with Gabriel now, the guy just seemed to be snapping at his ankles constantly like some kind of savage Jack Russle. If he had dared he would have hit him square in the jaw by now, but the blonde knew it was likely he would end up in a worse position. "Jennifer was not my enemy, she saved my life and basically baby sat me until I reached adult hood, taught me how to defend myself, gave me life skills and then I don't know if she was taken or if I was deserted but she just vanished. I feel like I still owe her and being all too honest I loved her, that's all." He spat. "So imagine if you lost Ember. That is how I feel right now."

"We are going back to our clans. Once we find a city, we will separate. I will go re-join my military in what ever battle strategy they concocted and do what I was made to do. Serve my superiors."

The males once handsome face hardened slightly, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes sharp. "Is that all you want to do? Do you not have a personal aim Ember? What are you exactly doing? Defending others or serving pest control to Sapiens? Please tell me you are not doing that." He sighed rubbing his brow. "I guess I cant stop you. I am going to miss you."

"You're not my caretaker, so don't treat me like a pup blonde."
"You don't know the stories. You really must not be from a clan at all."


Ace began to smile smugly, eyes bright and mischievous. "Are you sure its bright talking to me like that? You are wounded and at a disadvantage." He stated, putting on a false melodramatic tough-guy voice. "I'm kidding, but nobody is here to hurt you so just calm down." The male's heart sank a little at her second comment, eyes rolled low and sorrowful. "Everyone is dead, I am the lone wolf."

"They say he lead the clan that brought cities to their knees. The beast that tore human and neco alike to pieces and tore out their throats. They say he has no soul or conscience. There is no reasoning with him."
"Those who survived his wrath say that they can't look at blue lights in the dark with out breaking down in terror, and one day he disappeared."
"No one knows there is even a man under the armour that makes him the beast he is. Though as a Neco general I wouldn't be surprised if he was just a maddened killer."


He swallowed hard, listening to her story. Ace could just remember the maddening smile etched upon the face of a shelled being that stalks the ruins. Jennifer became rather friendly with the thing, but he could not help but hate it. "I...would it be mad if I said I have experienced something similar." The blonde strutted. "Though it did not seem aggressive. I thought it was just mechanical software working...Creeped me out."

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Owsla snapped her head toward him. "You've seen him?" she asked, now paying him attention. The girl turned herself around fulled to face him and held herself up with her arms as she sat cross legged. "Where? Where did you see him?" Her voice was frantic, as if what he said was important to her.

Her leg started to shake with impatience, tapping her fingers on her knees. Every person she had talked to about this "beast" only told her the stories that she already knew or had information that was just...stupid. But to have someone who had actually come in contact or even saw him and lived was more than enough to keep her from stealing most of their stuff.

"What did he want? Did he do anything at all or something?" He said, sending death glares at Ember as she spoke to Ace. She didn't get why the blonde had such an attachment to the woman anyway. She gave no scence of feeling, caring or anything. Just to "serve her superiors". If that meant clans of necos bent on starting something again, then she wanted no part of it. Never mind the fact that she already had a bad taste in her mouth from necos from a young age.

The only reason why she stayed around now was to get any information out of the blonde while she could.