Oh Hallowed Mistress! [Robin Hood]

[hannibal]

[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=667a81] Tempting, tempting. The world was such a tempting place. Everything around her was so filled with life. It made her small heart light and happy, and for one so young her eyes already brimmed with a wide-eyed gaze that, though innocent, seemed all-knowing. Hannibal walked with an assurance that most did not gain till their later years in life, and at the age of14 her smaller, lithe body managed to give off an aura of self determined right. She deserved to be here, in this place, and you - to put it simply - did not. So, back to the world. The young Fallen absorbed everything that she saw, violet eyes eating up anything and everything, contemplating its existence in the world. She observed a tree, alongside the shallow part of the river, that drooped its sickly branches into the water. Hannibal frowned, haunting eyes latching onto the apparently dying plant, pale green leaves drawing her eyes as they swiveled in a dance of death, some fluttering lifelessly to the earth. They seemed to hang on odd vines that dipped into the water. Hannibal followed the growths with her eyes till she lost them in the water, confused. Did the water not give the tree life? Why, then, did the tree droop and bend and seem so sad? The poor tree saddened her, and its degrading life dragged her soul down, down into the sea. "Hannibal demands that you live, tree!" She growled, her voice a deep snarl that, though quite high pitched, managed to sound domineering. When no reply came from the decrepit thing, she grumbled in contempt. "Fine, tree. Die. Hannibal shall waste no more thoughts on you!" So, the all knowing babe truly does not know all! Hannibal did not realize that the tree to which she spoke was a willow, who seemed lifeless only because it's branches dripped on the ground. It was a humorous scene, though to Hannibal it was a deathly serious situation. Her commands had been denied, refused, and she felt thoroughly indignant towards the stubborn tree. She moved on, long, brown legs moving swiftly and decisively along the rocky shoreline of the river that trickled downhill. She followed it down, having been far enough to the top - which was still damned far away - and walked on the slippery sides of the river, marveling as the current grew strong and loud, till it deafened her ears in a mighty roar. Hannibal closed her eyes for a moment, to absorb the beauty of it all - a noise behind her startled her and caused her to whirl around "Wha-?" white hair flew wildly, violet eyes flashing and red lips parting to let loose a scream as she slipped, tumbling into the water with a resounding splash. Hannibal was ripped violently into the current, and she was only able to make one solid scream, and a demanding "NO!" before she was dragged underwater, limbs flailing garishly and desperately for some life line. Oh, dear.

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[Robin Hood]

Josh Byers

A regular modern-day Robin Hood.
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Nothing much had interested Josh as of late. Things were happening of course, but always the same things. No one had anything new to talk to him about--it was so very dull. He'd been just sitting around the lake all day watching things happen--hiding up in one of the trees. Some days he did sort-of wish that he belonged to a ring just to have daily duties to attend to. Though that thought was quick to leave his mind--he was not one to conform to any sort of leader. He was a leader himself, though he also would hate to have people who followed him all day and night. If he were to lead it would be a small band of rogues who could think for themselves and would not even think of hanging around him all day.

He'd wandered from the lake though--getting bored of the smell of fish that lingered around it a bit. He wasn't keen on fish--not his taste of food. Now vulture he could go for. Occasionally there would be one that had fallen from the ledge and broken a wing so it couldn't fly. Josh would find them and roast them over a small fire. And occasionally he'd venture up the mountains to snatch the younger ones. Today was one of those days where he honestly had nothing better to do than to climb up the mountain for some vulture. With his new-found agility he shifted and scurried about as his natural shift of a red panda--born climbers.

He followed the river up and caught the sound of a scream from ahead. He shifted quickly and found his quiver and drew out some of the stronger vines of a willow tree he was using for rope. He worked fast, tying one end to himself and the other end to a tree before he left his bow, quiver, and sword in a pile hidden from view. He was quick into the water and half let the current pull him around as he dove under and searched for the source. He'd seen the girl fall in as he'd shifted, and there she was below him. Josh swam down and grabbed her around the waist and pushed her up as he swam to the surface. He felt the vine tug on him sharply as it reached the distance it would go. He moved toward shore and pushed the girl onto the bank before pulling himself out of the water.

The now soaking wet Josh turned the girl onto her back and pumped the water out of her lungs until she started breathing again. He then untied himself from the vine and squeezed some of the water from his clothes [same as in his picture below] before looking down to the girl. She was a bit odd, but that was natural to come across here. He couldn't quite catch her scent, now that she was drenched in water but she was definitely not a rogue. He thought he may have seen her in the Carna territory once, though perhaps not.

"You should be more careful, these mountains are treacherous." His British accent was obvious and his voice held a slightly sarcastic tone--he was mocking her a bit yes. Just in his nature.

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[hannibal]

[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=667a81] The world was one giant whirl of color - stone grey, blue, white, flashing bubbles and a bit of green as tree's and the shoreline flashed by her in a tumble of waves and roaring water, though soon it all faded as she was dragged underwater completely, her knees and arms getting cut up by the rocks as she struggled for air, though her mouth just filled with water as it was forced open when her shoulder slammed against a rock and she unintentionally tried to yelp in pain. She felt herself slipping away from everything, though she tried her best to swim to the surface, till eventually her vision tunneled, all sound was gone - her thoughts subsided... Suddenly, Hannibal felt herself being dragged from the water, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, body flopping uselessly, weakly, though she was still barely conscious, she was unable to breath or to cough up the water that weighed down her lungs. The arm slowly came to life as the water was pumped from her lungs, and she saw who the arm belonged to - a hairy-faced man with sloppy, brown hair that was plastered to his face. She couldn't connect it all - that he'd been the guy who just saved her - so she screamed in anger that this random man was touching her! Or, well, tried to scream - it came out as more of a hoarse rasp of a squeak, and then she felt annoyed at herself 'cos it was so incredibly weak. "What was that?" she whispered to herself, violet eyes looking up to the sky, flicking to the river, then to her rescuer. "No, no!" She snarled, fingering her wet, vibrant white hair in disbelief. "Hannibal was doing just fine without you! She demands you throw her back in the river!" Hannibal dragged herself to a sitting position, glaring up at the taller man indignantly, frustrated, fuming, just...UGH! Really? Had that honestly just happened? She glared down at her legs, slick and sprawled below her uselessly, trembling and dripping with water. Her clothes were drenched as well, though she was lucky she hadn't lost the loose fitting sweater that sunk just below her shoulders, now, drooping with the weight of the water. "Why, sir, did you save Hannibal? She obviously did not need help." She paused, glaring back at him. "And she did not ask for your...advice." Grumbling, she decided not to attempt to scramble to her feet just yet, as he voice still croaked out unattractively and her legs and hands trembled with the freezing cold water, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. "Treacherous or not, Hannibal can navigate them just fine." She chose to ignore the mockery in his voice, though it did not escape her. "Nice accent." She harrumphed, unaware that her own was heavily accented with Haitian, part of what made her so mysterious and odd looking, with her dark, creamy skin and the dots that arranged themselves on her face, the metallic piercings adding some obvious hints of rebellion.

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[Robin Hood]

Josh Byers

A regular modern-day Robin Hood.
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Josh raised a brow as the odd looking girl spoke--referring to herself in third person. Quite odd indeed. "Well, for one I will not throw you back into the river, but you can jump back in of your own accord if you'd like." He smirked a bit and watched the girl as she shivered and claimed she had not needed help. "Oh no, you were just fine, of course. That's why you were unconscious--I'm so very sorry." His voice was full of sarcasm as per normal. He rolled his eyes to the girl and wrung out his clothes some more, a bit chilly himself from being quite so wet. He caught her mocking of his accent and gave a big smile taunting her right back. "Why thank you."

He removed the top layer jacket type thing he had on and wrung it out more effectively. "Well I suppose that Hannibal can find her way home from the mountains then, though it's going to be dark soon and the rogues will be out--they are merciless you know, those rogues." He turned and walked off, coiling up his rope/vine and making his way a bit upriver to where his things were. He had been trying to scare the child, but he didn't quite know if it would work. He didn't glance back to see if she were following or was frightened. He just kept about his coiling. When he got to the tree he'd tied off to he looked back and shook his head, putting the rope back into his quiver along with his soaking jacket, and put the quiver around his back and followed suit with his other things, putting the belt with his sword attached back on and hanging his bow over his shoulder.

He then headed back toward Hannibal--if she hadn't followed--"Good night then to Hannibal, and good luck--between the vultures and rogues you'll definitely need it." He didn't look at her as he spoke, he just kept walking into the trees where--when out of her sights--he climbed one to observe this crazy young girl. He shook his head and laughed slightly, such a strange little one, very strange indeed. He hoped he'd caused enough fear for her to come running after him, he did enjoy causing trouble as such.

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[hannibal]

[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=667a81] Hannibal ignored him, unwilling to let him hear her nasty sounding voice any further - it was so silly how easily she was embarrassed when in reality she was tougher probably than most of the older citizens in the Menagerie. Okay, citizens- no...she was still getting used to this idea, this prison. They weren't citizens, they were prisoners. But she still refused to be called such a thing, not again. She would find a way out of this place, even if death was the only option. But, that would come as a last resort, and she would keep fighting until then. "Is that supposed to scare Hannibal?" She snarled, and to her liking her voice came out fluid and, as per usual, soft with a harsh, commanding edge. Well, damn. He wasn't there to hear her lovely voice and how witty her reply had been! Snorting, she attempted to struggle to her feet, and managed to roll to her belly. She snaked after him for a moment before realizing that she looked totally idiotic, and was getting dirt all over her - she huffed and grabbed the low hanging branch of a tree, hauling herself up. After a few moments of huffing, cursing and falling flat on her arse, Hannibal finally stood on her feet. Just in time, too, as her 'savior' passed by again, somewhere out of her field of vision but not out of earshot. "Hey! Brit! Get your beard-faced buttocks back here, Hannibal hasn't finished with you!" she paused, catching her breath. "Talk to Hannibal that way, will you...don't...think so...bastard... saved her life...thinks he's so tough..." Grumbling, she heard the sound of his footsteps fade away... Hannibal snarled, dashing after him with swift, bare feet, easily picking her way through the forest, following the trail he had left (though, it was very, very slight). He must have been skilled at moving through forested terrain as well. She lost him, though, when the trail ended at a rather large tree. Hannibal craned her neck backward to look for the fellow, though she was still dizzy - and ended up falling on her butt...again. "Wonderful, just wonderful. As if being sopping wet wasn't enough, now she's got dirt all over her arse." She pouted for a minute, though the creeping feeling of being watched snuck up on her unexpectedly, and his words from before beside the river echoed in her thoughts - it's going to be dark soon and the rogues will be out--they are merciless you know, those rogues. Well! Who was he to tell her that! Despite her steely nerves, Hannibal's eyes shifted warily from side to side, from the flutter of bird wings to the shift of leaves and the cackle of the river from not far off. "Damn. Brit?" she called, though her voice did not betray the fear that was creeping upon her. "Brit? Where are you?"

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