Ill-Fated Sands

@illfatedsands​ Continued From: HERE​ Rose raised an eyebrow, clearly a bit confused about the whole situation. The babbling of the young looking man clearly showed he was anxious just as much as he was erratic. A strong firm hand clasped Krathelon’s shoulder, keeping him rooted from going any further. Somehow, this woman was considerably strong for her size and even in comparison to the young man; it was even less than effortless. “Are you alright? I think we need to discuss that.” Whilst the hold on him was super strong, it wasn’t painful unless he tried to go beyond the limit she held him at. If anything, it was quite gentle in it’s posture and hold in it’s form. Hearing the compliment sputtered out made her smile a small bit, though the rest clearly showed that he wasn’t typically like this and he was either encouraged or some other means. “You aren’t going anywhere just yet. Tell me everything. Especially, who’s idea?”

Krathelon yelped, clearly scared by the confrontation. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but Rose was determined to gets some more answers.

“Ah! P-please, I don’t know anything!” He’d kick and scream if there wasn’t a pretty lady here nearly manhandling him. Rather than making a scene, the young Rh’Ordian still pushed himself away, trying to use his size to his advantage and rip the grip away from her. Except... she was far stronger. All struggling did was make Krathelon’s feet slip from underneath him, kicking up dirt and gravel.

“Okay! Okay, it was Darabont’s idea. Said you were an easy enough target to practice on, but he was wrong! In fact, it might have just been a ploy to get me in trouble.”

Tired and restless, she ached to feel the embrace of cool liquid.  Water in the darkness glistening.  Ready to throw everything off and dive in to comfort her wounds and clean her bruised skin.

Yet she remained stoic.  A statue among the foliage.  Eyes hidden behind a skull mask, searching.  Tense.   Feeling the thrum of danger, and heightened paranoia after narrowly escaped… and landed herself in a strange, foreign place.

It felt too real to be an illusion.  The scents, the stars, and everything that she touched or felt, was too real to not be.

But she was so tired..  Adrenaline had waned from her body leaving her feeling stiff, and uncomfortable.  Fingertips taking a chance to brush the surface of liquid. The voice….  Gawd she was wary, but so in need of this.  Would it turn out to be a trap?  If it were, she would have no chance at freedom.

A small figure, no more than the size of her palm, wigged itself free of her hood.  White and easy to miss, the origami crane took flight to begin searching the oasis for dangers.  Looking for the source of the voice they had heard.  See if there was an ambush waiting to happen.

It took Jez’ place in keeping an eye out.  Giving her time to try and rest so she had some chance to fight if it came down to it.  It was silent.  The paper creature moving like a leaf on the wind; fluid, and beautifully, but also quick, making it hard to follow especially in the dark.

It was nearing the position of the hidden figure.  Eyeless visage searching the shadows for unusual shapes that stood out from the foliage.  Trying to protect Jezebel by finding the life contained in this lush patch of green paradise.

Jez retreats to hide against gnarled roots branching out into the edge of the water.  Creeps beneath them, and curls up tight.  Her form small, and malleable, fitting easily into the tight crawl space.

What was this strange thing that floated so elegantly in the wind? Like a butterfly, the figure watched the strange ‘insect’ flutter and float about majestically, almost hypnotized. Even after the hiding spot behind the palm had been found and the assassin ducked into brush to seek safety.

There was no use in hiding now. The figure stepped out. Tall, yet not freakishly tall. A male dressed in something akin to a kimono stepped out with limbs covered in the silky cloth. Long brown hair with ears pointed and a thorny crown laced around the brunette strands. Not straying too far from the tree, the figure just stood to the side, watching.

“You need not be afraid. You have happened upon perhaps the only sanctuary in these lands. Please, creature, drink. These waters are clear and untainted.” The voice was gentle, but not the same that had spoken to her earlier through her mind.

If that did not help, rather than try to coax the assassin out from the brush, the figure introduced itself. “I am Argenon. I protect this oasis from the Varxonians. You are safe...”

"Same god damn thing. And yes, yes I would.

“Actually..." He looked Pixi up and down, suddenly interested. "You're just about the right size to --"

"ANNNND, it's time for bed now, kiddies!"

Krathelon yanked Darabont away by his tail, but the much larger monster wasn't budging. Rather than going anywhere, the Rh'Ordian runt just kicked a dirt pile up behind his feet in that poor attempt.

@illfatedsands​

Rose let out a grunt as she fell to the ground roughly, peering up at Krathelon as the two are sprawled atop of each other. The woman was dazed for a brief moment before recollecting herself, feeling the young man cling to her for support and a warm smile came across her face. In a rather smooth and easy stride, Rose got upright with little effort; grasping Krathelon in her arms as the two regained their footing on solid ground. Keeping him close and tight, not letting go as she peered over him. Looking him from top to bottom, seeming to be casually checking for something in particular. With a single, simple nod; Rose brushed along Krathelon's sides and front quickly but firmly, shaking off any dirt or dust that clung to him. "That was quite a rough tumble there, hope you are alright. Can you still continue? I can remain by your side if you need me to." Clearly seeming oblivious to what had actually transpired.

@feuerklaue​

Placed back onto his feet with ease, the humanoid’s shoulders slumped forward in defeat. Strange that this runt’s intentions had determination enough of feeling the same rush that Darabont gained through his own aggression and abrasiveness. He had been nothing but a role model to him, and... sadly, the only one he could have looked up to in their world of grief.

Darabont was a bad influence and perhaps Rose wasn’t the best target for him to practice his lunges at. Krathelon was no predator; he was a wimp and a coward. 

Rose had every bit of control over him without even displaying a single ounce of supremacy. It was just that unforeseen care and friendliness she showed that intimidated him right off the bat.  

Pyro did just as Carlos instructed and tilted his head nearest to the earbud as it was offered to him. Not a hand nor single finger touched the device. This technology was far beyond his knowledge.

@blue-storm-dragon

"Perhaps the first, but not the last."

Of little words, he spoke nothing of any particular detail, leaving the statement cryptic and unanswered. With that, Zircon stared unblinking, yet his pink irises clearly shifted to watch Pierce closely. Even as there were no audible words, if the angel allowed his mind to cross the barrier they both conjured, a flash of a brilliant black beast painted itself in the cyborg's mind.

His hand was huge on her shoulder. A part of his palm didn't even rest all the way against her skin and hung off by a little way. The fae seemed alright with the larger fellow looming over her though. In fact her cheeks even turned a shade of of pink not regularly seen on her pale complexion when the big guy flexed his muscles over her head. “Get those with a diet of raw eggs, protein and compliments did ya?” she teased unable to resist reaching up and giving his muscles a quick poke to feel how firm they were. “Tell ya what, how bout you give me a demonstration of your fire power and I might have a few extra words to feed that hungry ego with”

Whilst the tiny girl reached upwards to poke and prod, Darabont clasped his other hand around hers to trap it against the firm mountainous muscle of his arm. It was rough, rigid and covered in thick scale-like plates. He lifted her up far off her feet, proudly.

@cybernated-angel

The moment Pierce had made his presence known, the other barrier became that much more apparent. It grew stronger with Zircon's awareness of the so-called Angel until it physically would not allow either of them to travel any closer together.