Arlo and Daynar Meet

Session Start: Sat Feb 14 05:03:09 2015
Session Ident: #TLI-forest
03[05:03] * Now talking in #TLI-forest
03[05:03] * Topic is '4 18+ ONLY An adult fantasy role playing environment. 3The forest around The Lonely Inn. Visit #Lonely_Inn_OOC or the website at http://www.belariath.com for more details.'
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03[05:03] * Desdaemona sets mode: +v Lumio
03[05:03] * Lumio is now known as Arlo
03[05:03] * Desdaemona sets mode: -vv Arlo Arlo
05[05:03] -Desdaemona- Character Arlo logged in.
03[05:03] * Desdaemona sets mode: +v Arlo
05[05:04] -Desdaemona- * A tiny fairy buzzes up, holding a piece of folded parchment almost too big for her. "Fairy Mail Service, mail for you!" she chirps, dimpling a smile and pushes the parchment into your hand. (type '!mail list' or '!mail new' in PM with me for a list of your waiting mail)
01[05:07] <+Arlo> 06Arlo was a man, even more than he was wolven or cat in appareance.. but he was all feral. He moved on all fours, crawling along the trees and dipping his head down now and then to catch the scents below. It was better than leaving tracks in snow or disturbed earth. His straggly black hair was hidden under a large bear-head he wore like a hat, its body as his cloak, draped over him. He wore 05{Cut}
01[05:07] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 clawed paws as boots and gloves as well, making him look like some strange hulking beast as the whole gidup was crudely kept together with found animal parts, like antlers and wolf jaws. Arlo crept along, following Taini's scent below.. He was a stalker in many ways, wanting to keep tabs on what was his.
6[05:16] * +Daynar isn't wolven, or catfolk, but pureblood sylvan. the ranger had met taini a day or two previous, had offered her a meal and safety for the evening in the forest. right now though, he's armed with a shortbow, and shortsword, the latter strapped to his belt, bow in hand with arrow drawn back. he rests right now fifteen feet in the air in an evergreen tree, well hidden from the buck that eats <14next2>
[05:16] <+Daynar> <14more1> about twenty yards away. his breathing is even, and not a muscle moves, that arrow held quite still while he waits for the perfect shot... that never comes. he watches as the deer jerks its head up, startled, and looks around momentarily before turning, and bolting, blasting back into the forest as fast as its legs can carry it. "damn." the smallest of whispers as he relaxes the bow. what had <14next2>
[05:16] <+Daynar> <14more1> spooked the animal? he wouldn't have long to wait before he sees Arlo, creeping on all fours, in what looks like a home made bearskin outfit. pulling the arrow back again, he remains in the tree, but speaks just loud enough in heavily accented common for Arlo to hear him. "I see many things in the forest that I call home.. but your the strangest. halt, and announce yourself, <14next2>
[05:16] <+Daynar> <14more1> stranger!" <14more1>
01[05:20] <+Arlo> 06Ears perked, his rather real tail, though quite long, lashing behind him. Arlo paused in place in his tree, eyes giving a wolven red flash of annoyance and warning. Nothing was said as he glared from his hooded garb, trying to locate and appraise Daynar as he scented the air.
06[05:27] * +Daynar sighs. why doesn't anyone ever do as he asks? fine. taking aim, he knows he's still hidden for now, and a shot will ruin that, but it'll be worth it to get the creatures attention. he still hasn't gotten a good look. careful aim is taken before he releases the string, arrow flashing through the air before plunking into the trunk of a tree, on the other side of Arlo from Daynar, the shaft of <14next2>
[05:27] <+Daynar> <14more1> wooden death passing within -inches- of the males head. "I said announce yourself! I do not miss, and the next arrow i loose will be aimed for your chest. who are you and what are you doing here?" <4end1>
1[05:31] <+Arlo> 06He wasn't too used to talking so much just yet. Sure, he and Taini spoke.. but he was free to be his feral self around her and use his actions and body language mostly. As he did now, his tail was raised slightly, flicking in cat-like alert though the fur was far too thick to be mere cat. Arlo was used to passing as a beast to the untrained eye. But Daynar was no untrained eye. Just as Arlo 05{Cut}
01[05:31] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 seemed to think he was catching sight.. a glint appeared. Then THUNK! Someone shot at him. He didn't wait for anyone to say anything. Even as Daynar spoke, Arlo was lunging tree to tree, muttered words and a loud wolven-like howl casting Sharpen Claw. Daynar attacked first, missing or not. And that was a threat to the feral man. As it was, he didn't know what the word announce even meant. Or 05{Cut}
01[05:31] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 halt. But he knew threat.
6[05:46] * +Daynar raises a brow. when Arlo moves, he moves like a beast. he's not a beast, but he moves like one. another arrow is pulled from the quiver on his back, and Daynar puts it to string, pulls it back, and takes aim again. watching Arlo move, he makes a quick calculation, and aims -ahead- of the male, and looses the shaft, sending it speeding through the air. unless arlo stops in his tracks <14next2>
[05:46] <+Daynar> <14more1> completely, that arrow, aimed not for center mass, but for a thigh, would make it -very- hard for Arlo to walk for a few days at least. "why doesn't anyone do as I say? they all try to escape, or fight... just talking is so much easier... fine! have it your way." even as that arrow is loosed, another is whipped from the quiver on his back and put to string, bow drawn back. this arrow though, <14next2>
[05:46] <+Daynar> <14more1> unlike the first two, the head glints in the limited light... mithril tipped. "STOP! last warning!" <4end1>
06[05:51] * +Syndra{Vlr} had resolved to make the best of the situation. Or rather..she'd resolved to keep herself alive and recieve as few beatings as possible. She wouldn't lie, but she wouldn't bother just saying every thought. Apparently it was good enough for now and soon she finished her food. A short nod was given to the moriel at the mention of a bath. It was something she needed after all.
01[05:54] <+Arlo> 06That arrow struck flesh, as he wore no armor. It tore through his thigh, deeply embedded. Each motion stretched, scraped and tore the muscle. A crimson trail now decorated the snow, and yet still he came. But the time Daynar said stop, he had already stopped in a nearby tree where face-to-face approach was but a lunge away. It would be hard to ell under the garb that was now pinned to his 05{Cut}
01[05:54] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 leg by the arrow, but he was limping and forcibly relying on his good leg to perch in the tree, and ignore the pain. Arlo only had the mentality and will to do so due to his life as a gladiator. When you were wounded, you did not stop. 01"If I knew your words, then I would talk. You attacked first. You also draw first blood. You are the one with harming action. You are the attacker. 05{Cut}
01[05:54] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}01 Hunter."06 He spat the last word like it were foul to his lips.. though each word was forced, as if he had to think about what he was saying and trying to say. 01"Kill me as your prey if you want. I did no harm."
06[06:03] * +Daynar levels that mithril tipped arrow at Arlo when he finally stops, but does not fire. listening, he'd smirk, just a little. its not an animal, as he had thought. he's two centuries old, and a few decades on top of that... in all those years, he'd never seen an animal like that. "I attacked because you did not talk. but you are right, I did draw first blood, and I should choose my words more <14next2>
[06:03] <+Daynar> <14more1> carefully. yes, I am a hunter... of sorts. I do not hunt for sport or mehrial, I hunt to eat. dont you?" slowly, he'd lower the bow, and relax the string about half way.... he's not entirely comfortable right now. "come down to the ground, I will drop my bow if you like... I would make amends, take the arrow out of your leg and dress the wound... if you allow me to." to show he's serious, the <14next2>
[06:03] <+Daynar> <14more1> arrow is pulled from the bowstring and slid back into the quiver, the bow held out to the side, ready to be dropped to the ground, fifteen feet below. "I am sorry I attacked you. may I help?" <14more1>
01[06:09] <+Arlo> 06He hadn't expected to be confronted, let alone shot. Arlo had only been following the scent of his mate, his love, the one he claimed as his. Normally he was good about not trespassing lands.. normally. But not where it concerned Taini. His emotions fogged his mind, what little of it remained human anyway. He reached up, hands carrying the black sharpened nails of his spell.. but they were 05{Cut}
01[06:09] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 not used as he instead lifted his head-hood enough to reveal his human face and rather lost, vacant look to his crimson-flashed eyes. 01"You attack, but talk as if you wanted different end than fight or flight. How do you seek different when you seek harm?"06 It puzzled him. 01"Isn't attacking the action behind the want to kill or hurt, or scare away? You attack.. but want a different result 05{Cut}
01[06:09] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}01 than those?"06 It was ridiculous to him to expect anything less. He reached down to the arrow in his leg and would snap the shaft, enough to pull his garb up. Then he reached under and snapped the remaining shaft closer to his skin so it wouldn't get tugged and pulled by his skin-cloak. 01"I'll live."06 Maybe, if infection or bloodloss didn't get him. If the arrow was removed. Arlo was too 05{Cut}
1[06:09] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 animalistic to even think beyond the need of the moment. He was leery.. but felt that if another arrow were shot, he'd rather be on the ground than in a tree and fall to said ground. So he stalked down the limbs and trunk as a large cat would, coming to crouch at the base, on the ground. 01"I was looking for someone.. Your scent was where she was.. and I followed yours."06 He eyed Daynar, as 05{Cut}
01[06:09] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 he worried if this hunter took his mate... or worse.
6[06:22] * +Daynar would wince when Arlo snaps the arrow... damn. guess he'll have to make a trip into town for more arrows. he goes through them quickly, thats for sure. once he realizes Arlo is descending the tree, he would literally drop the bow, letting it fall before he simply steps off the branch and drops like a stone. his cloak would whip above him with the rush of air around him, until he lands. from <14next2>
[06:22] <+Daynar> <14more1> so high, he should have crumbled... but he doesn't. elven grace keeps him safe, Daynar squatting down low to absorb the impact before slowly straightening up. he'd leave his bow where it landed, but keeps a close watch on that weapon, his favorite... its his best friend, really. "really... I should take that out of your leg." conveniently, he chooses to ignore those confused questions for a <14next2>
[06:22] <+Daynar> <14more1> moment. "it'll make you sick, very sick. I did attack, and usually, attack does mean kill, hurt or scare. this time was no different. I meant to frighten you, but not into a fight or flight thing... i wanted you to stand still. i guess i need to work on my talking skills huh? so.. can i take that out of your leg?" for a moment, he simply stands there, waiting... until he realizes, "oh... I am <14next2>
[06:22] <+Daynar> <14more1> Daynar Roke... your name?" <14more1>
1[06:30] <+Arlo> 06Arlo tended to pick his battles, for the most part, wisely. It was the animal thing to do, where he lacked reason and logic. It was also why he wore such garb to appear bigger than he was, more dangerous. A the moment he was outmatched and wounded, so it did little good to fight unless he needed to or was going to die anyways. As it was, only Taini was on his mind, and he would happily take 05{Cut}
01[06:30] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 an arrow for her any day. Arlo pondered over such things as he crouched there, leaning heavily to one side. Arrows weren't tools and weapons of the arena, but that of hunters.. and thus he knew little about them. Though he did know that now he had some -thing- in his leg and it hurt. And he would no doubt be yelled at by Taini. But he'd block that part out like he did most spoken words. He 05{Cut}
01[06:30] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 understood little as it were. 01"I was still before you attacked. I was still so you did not attack. Knew I was not hunting you, or prey to be hunted. But you attacked anyway. I thought when others want to talk, they start with hello."06 He winced and sat down finally then, his head-hood removed. He looked quite human, save for the wolven ears atop his head. His hair was a straggled mess of 05{Cut}
01[06:30] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 black, with leaves and debris tangled to it, a bit longer than it should be. He lifted his garb, his form otherwise quite nude, even in the snow. Arlo's body was a tapestry of scars of all sorts marring his tan-hued flesh. His leg had seen better days, as he winced and poked at the remainder of the arrow shaft sticking out of it. 01"Arlo.. My name, what I get called."06 His now almond eyes 05{Cut}
01[06:30] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 lifted to Daynar, lacking the crimson of his halfbreed bloodline. 01"You can get it out? Why put it in there if you just want it out?"06 Bewildering were others..
06[06:43] * +Daynar waits, and when Arlo settles down some, examining the wound, Daynar would nod. first thing, he unfastens his sword belt, and lets it fall to the ground. "I can take it out, yes... it'll hurt alot though." proving the point, a small knife is extracted from his boot. its an odd thing, not a single bit of metal in the blade... its constructed entirely of deer antler. despite the lack of metal, <14next2>
[06:43] <+Daynar> <14more1> the blade itself is razor sharp. "I'll have to cut it out Arlo. but if I dont... it'll get infected, and you might lose your leg, or your life." approaching slowly, he wouldn't make any sudden movements. four scars of jagged, ragged design run down the length of his right cheek, the side of his neck and under his clothes to his chest. he knows what animals do when they're hurt and scared. <14next2>
[06:43] <+Daynar> <14more1> dropping into a squat, he'd extend his hand, opened, with the knife set on his palm, "want to check it out before I start?" <4end1>
1[06:50] <+Arlo> 0601"That's good."06 He nodded. Well.. it wasn't good. Not losing his life or leg. But with his nod and expression, and the way he leaned back some, it was more like he meant to say that it was okay for Daynar to do such despite the pain, and Arlo was willing to let him dig out that arrow. His gaze wandered over Daynar, inspecting his scars. They were marks of life, things he didn't hide and 05{Cut}
01[06:50] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 found no shame in, things that told the tales of others. He also looked upon that antler-blade, which made him curious as he leaned in to inspect it. Arlo was a rather tall thing, for a human-like man. He was 7' thing, kinda lanky. 01"Not bone."06 No, it was different from bone.. but he had never seen such refined work on anything beyond wood. 01"Not wood."
06[07:00] * +Daynar shakes his head, "antler. deer antler, actually.. took a long time to shave it into a sharp edge, but it keeps an edge well. alright um... here, you should bite down on this." something else is extracted from his pocket, a stick really, wrapped in leather, and handed over to arlo, "bite down on it hard... it'll help fight the pain." whether Arlo does so or not, he doesn't waste time. he <14next2>
[07:00] <+Daynar> <14more1> doesn't know a damn thing about medicine or healing... but he knows how to take an arrow out. either it has to be shoved through, or cut out... and shoving it through is out of the question since the shaft was snapped so close to the flesh. with knife in hand, he'd work quickly, cutting a half an inch on either side of the wound, deep into flesh until antler blade taps against the metal of the <14next2>
[07:00] <+Daynar> <14more1> arrow head. with his sylvan grace, he can move fast, very fast, and manages to pluck the arrow head from the meat of Arlos leg, with a minimum of tugging on muscles or knicking of bone. with the arrow head in hand, he'd smirk, showing it to Arlo, "want to keep it? a souvenir of sorts." he keeps his. a box in camp holds more than a dozen arrowheads, even half a dagger blade, and countless animal <14next2>
[07:00] <+Daynar> <14more1> teeth and claws. "wrap this around your leg, tight, right over the wound." his own shirt is pulled off, revealing the elven chainmail underneath. handing the shirt over, he'd stand slowly, and slip the knife back into his boot. done. "you should be fine." <14more1>
1[07:08] <+Arlo> 06A memory.. He had bitten leather before, and knew of it well.. Not long ago he had to do such, in another time of his life. Arlo took the stick and fitted it over his tongue, secure between his teeth. Those teeth... they were sharp, meant to rend flesh. He flinched slight with the cuts and removal, but then seemed otherwise fine, teeth digging to the leather and nostrils flaring. Then the 05{Cut}
01[07:08] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 stick was removed when the worst was done and Daynar offered the arrow head, which he'd take and place into a small slit in his garb. 01"Your words are not known. An-nownce and su-vin-ear.."06 Arlo was very.. simple for the most part. Not stupid, but not very rounded in knowledge and word. The shirt was eyed, taken.. and Arlo awkwardly went about wrapping his leg. 01"Your body tells stories, 05{Cut}
01[07:08] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}01 like mine."06 He gestured to the scars they both had.
06[07:14] * +Daynar nods a little, "my body does tell stories indeed. many hunts, and many men who wanted me dead for one reason or another. I survived, and you will too." he does tilt his head though, "announce... it means to make yourself known, give your name and reasons for being here. souvenir is... a keepsake, something you keep to remind you of something that happened. like this..." from under his armor, <14next2>
[07:14] <+Daynar> <14more1> he'd tug a small medallion, the chain and medallion both made of gold, the finest craftsmanship. "i got this from a villager after i helped rid them of... well.. an enemy." standing, he'd stretch a little, "wait, you were following your mates scent? a wolven woman yes?" <4end1>
01[07:18] <+Arlo> 0601"I would sooner say hello."06 He chuckled, as the words for words of simplified words was a strange thing indeed. Arlo pondered then, eyeing the medallion in thought. 01"Trophy.."06 He nodded then, as he knew that term. 01"Yes..."06 Arlo's eyes shifted up, attention on Daynar's face now as he kept alert of his body language as well. Arlo was a man of tells, and could read bodies 05{Cut}
01[07:18] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 better than he understood any words. 01"Like me. Female, like me."06 His tail thumped, and ears twitched.
02[07:26] * +Syndra{Vlr} (Rirasa@d7ebd433.hsd1.il.5aa6454b.net.hmsk) Quit (Ping timeout: 250 seconds)
06[07:27] * +Daynar nods, "trophy, yes. and Hello works fairly well." chuckling, he'd nod a little. "yes, female, like you... i think. Taini was her name, yes? I met her... maybe two days ago, not far from here. I found her... shhooooo... about half a mile from here. she left camp after dinner. I think she was going home to her mate." raising a brow, he'd smile a little, "she's a beautiful woman, if your her <14next2>
[07:27] <+Daynar> <14more1> mate, your a lucky male indeed. why not go home, see if she's there waiting?" <4end1>
01[07:34] <+Arlo> 0601"Yes.. my Taini.. "06Arlo smiled at that, his tail giving a happy wag. He nodded slowly then to Daynar's words as the rest registered. 01"I am very lucky. She is mine. We will have many pups."06 Arlo brimmed with great pride then as he slowly got to all fours, shifting his garb and putting his head-hood back on. 01"I should. Uh... Daynar, yes?.. Well met.. sorta."06 It was nice to 05{Cut}
01[07:34] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 meet him, but not in this way.
6[07:39] * +Daynar nods, and turns. stepping away, he'd scoop up his bow first thing, and slip it over his shoulder, before his swordbelt is taken up and fastened around his hips. "sorta, yes. go home, Arlo, and make her happy. she deserves that, doesn't she? and... next time you track someone this direction... just call out for me. I wont shoot then." a small smile touches his lips, and he'd nod toward Arlo, <14next2>
[07:39] <+Daynar> <14more1> intent on simply going home... there are a few snares between here and camp that may yield something to eat. "be careful going home, Arlo. and tell Taini, 'Daynar says hello'." <4end1>
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03[07:42] * +Valara (Valara@766c089c.phlapa.fios.36f5c1fe.net.hmsk) has left #TLI-forest
01[07:43] <+Arlo> 0601"If I called out, it would tell where I was, if I did not want to be known."06 He was up and moving away soon enough. But paused. 01"Just... try to.. Just.. Never say hello to her, how you said to me."06 Arlo nodded to his words, as if it helped make them clear. Oh, he was in no form to make threats. Hell, even on a good day, he'd still be in no position for such.. But his heart 05{Cut}
01[07:43] <+Arlo> 05{Continued}06 overruled when it came to his Taini. Soon enough though, he was headed off for the lands of the pack that was not his, but where his mate was.