Shadows Never Hide { tag } Slasher / Taelana

The lands around New Atricis that are regarded as Atricis' new territory. Not as big as their previous protective range, but still lots of space and wilds to explore. Dragon Flights and Wher Runs also occur across these lands.
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"Just stay out of my way."

Though they'd worked well enough together, it was something he almost regretted saying to Taelana the moment he realized she was who he'd be working with after receiving the instructions from the Wherlingmaster. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her - that wasn't the problem at all. It was the fact that he couldn't stop the way his heart beat in his chest whenever she was around, or that he couldn't seem to make things up to her which was completely understandable. She'd been through an awful lot, some of it at his own hands, but even so, he had done his best to protect her. He had saved her life.

Maybe it was something he would never understand, and maybe it was time he moved on from the Weyr. After all, he didn't know whether or not his brother's group would follow him South. If they did, she would be in danger, and he couldn't stomach the thought of that happening. But if he left now, she would be in the open, without proper defense. Granted, there was an entire Weyr around her, filled with dragons and whers and people that could likely keep her safe. She was just his to keep safe. His to see protected.

They were just outside of the territory gathering herbs and fishing for the Weyr, which he'd found odd at first but hadn't questioned. They'd accepted their detail and readied themselves to leave, taking two runners rather than one because neither seemed eager to share something that would bring them into such close contact with one another. It might be an overnight trip, something the notice had spoken of, something they had both prepared for and would be set for regardless - they had lived that life before and would know what to do.

After they'd found where they needed to go - really just outside of the territory, but close enough that they wouldn't be out of bounds for being where they were - they stopped and set up a camp before grabbing glow baskets and setting out to gather herbs. The plan was to do that for a few hours, take care of the fishing, prepare it for travel home, then depending on the time of day, either head back to the Weyr or catch an hour or two of sleep.

He glanced at his basket and saw that it could be emptied, but wasn't sure how hers was doing. He wasn't sure if he wanted to speak, but Astral's soft growl on his shoulder told him he was going to have to. The blue was tired of "speaking" for him. The man, rolling his eyes, lifted his chin towards Taelana and sighed. "Do you need more glows? Your basket emptied? Water?"
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Out of all the chores, and all the chore partners, it had to be him. Oh, technically, she didn't have anything against the man, and now that she was free of his actual oppression, she could look back at her life as his slave and see that he often protected her. And then the final protection...His own father...That still fucked her brain up to even try and really think about, but...Maybe Feral wasn't all bad? But he had still abused her, and she could never forgive him...right?

It didn't help that every time she saw him, she fought a small smile, knowing all he'd done for her...And thinking back, her life could have been much worse in his tent. He never molested her, for example. Oh, the rest of the men assumed, but...He had never forced anything, at all. Which led her to think about if he had forced himself on her, and then her thoughts drifted to much more inappropriate things.

Yet right now, she found herself glaring at him. Stay out of his way? She fumed at him, ”How about you stay out of my way, and we'll call it even.” Her tone dripped with the scowl that graced her features. It was nice to ride again though, and after they were clear of the weyr common, she grinned and nudged her runner into a faster gait, thrilling the wind streak through her hair, and laughing as she glanced back to see Feral running his mount as well.

It didn't take them long to arrive at where they set up camp, and the pair of them honestly did well together, each taking on a task and finishing it without talking, just naturally coordinating around each other. Rhaich was more than happy to get out too, the blue fancy flitt darting back and forth and getting into whatever trouble he could, per usual. She ignored him(as well as her gather partner) as best she could.

When Feral turned and asked her if she needed anything though, she sighed and stood, stretching her back a bit after leaning over for so long. Glancing down into her basket, he shrugged, ”I could empty it...We should probably get to fishing anyways, otherwise we'll run out of time.” Turning back towards their little 'camp', she set the basket down, covering it so none of the herbs got lost on the way back, and eyeballed the fishing gear. She had learned to fish when she was young, but it had been turns. Lifting the pole, she inspected the hook thoughtfully, ”I wonder if fish feel pain.” Her tone was soft, musing aloud.
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Thu Feb 14, 2019 4:10 pm

He felt a little twitch in the back of his mind, a memory from the past. Asking his father a question of a similar nature and being told it was foolish and worse. He winced, grimaced even, and knew he could do the same to her, but he wasn't that man. He wasn't his father. Instead of shoving aside her verbal musing, he crouched next to her, picked up one of the hooks, and started to thread it with the thin line himself, just for something to do with his hands while he spoke.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps they do, and if that's the case, we find ways to end their suffering as soon as possible." His fingers, though large, finished the work on the hook quickly enough, and tied it off just as easily. "We'll get it taken care of, don't worry." He set the lined hook down and though he wanted to smile, he found he couldn't. He simply grabbed his basket, grabbed one of hers, and stood again. "I'll be right back. Try not to get into trouble while I'm gone."

Before she could respond, he left, though he found himself eager to return. It was strange that he would anticipate being in her company after the issues they'd had since his arrival. He understood them all though - what she'd been through, horrible, there was no denying that and he was partly to blame for it - but that didn't mean he was going to stop doing what he had started when they'd been in the camp: watching over her, because Faranth only knew she needed someone to do that for her.
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Sat Apr 13, 2019 3:47 pm

As Feral crouched beside her, she almost wanted to bristle at how near he was, but bit the impulse back. That wasn't her life anymore, right? And it wasn't his, as far as she could tell. With all the sevendays he'd been at the Weyr, he had showed no sign that he had any urge to return to his band(not that he ever could at this point, considering how they were hunter), nor any of the habits he had back in the camp. So she took the opportunity of his proximity to watch what he did. Her father had always threaded the hooks for her, so watching someone else do it now was a good lesson. And it also seemed simple enough.

When he finished, and stood, her eyes followed him. She almost wanted to snatch her basket back, but that would be horribly rude(why did she care?), and it was counter productive to what they were supposed to be doing. So as he left, she turned to the now more prepped fishing gear. Taking up a pole, she went for the nearby creek.

It was a pretty good sized stream, she noted. It at least seemed deep enough to have fish, right? Rhaich swooped in then, perching on her shoulder a moment as she settled herself on the shore(if it could be called that). Did streams have shorelines? She supposed so, considering there was no better word for it. Pushing her musings away though, she reached up to pet the flitter a moment before he snapped at her fingers, and jumped to flap over to the other side of the stream, ”Well, screw you too then.” Her tone held no malice towards him though.

Taking the pole, she eyed the hook, then the small jar that contained some dirt. Worms. She was going to have to hook a worm first. She had never touched a worm. Wincing a little to herself, she opened the jar, and stared at the slimy, pink things writhing through the soil. Oh, this was just too weird. Reaching in, she pulled one out, ”Come on, I just want to stab this hook through you...” Why was she talking to a worm? Shaking her head, Tae couldn't help but be a bit aghast at her own squeamishness, ”Get it together, Tae...” Taking a breath, she did it quick, pinching the wriggly thing between her fingers, and skewering it onto the hook, ”Shards, this is gross, Rhaich...Can't you just catch a fish?” She accompanied her question with images as she cast the line out into the middle of the stream. The flitt kinked his head sideways, then hissed and took off into the woods. This was her job, not his.
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Wed Apr 17, 2019 2:11 am

It was a while that he would be gone, or so it would seem in the coming moments. While he was gone, something lurking in the shadows came sliding out, something that would seem rather familiar before too long based on voice alone.

"Thought you could get away from us..." It was singular being, there would be no others, but she didn't need ot know that, not yet. "And he left you alone, made you ripe to pick and pluck from the ground." The figure, dressed darkly, moved closer to Taelana, but made no move to launch itself at her.

Not yet at least, but from the tension in its body, it was rather obvious that they were ready to leap upon her at any moment. She would not get far if she tried to run, and she would not get the chance to scream much if she made an attempt to do so. "Why don't you come with me and we'll make this so much easier on everyone involved?"
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Sun Apr 28, 2019 4:19 pm

”Thought you could get away from us...”

The voice that reached her ears was not her companion's, and that on it's own was alarming. Taelana turned her head, almost not daring to even move, to try and pinpoint the intruder.

”And he left you alone, made you ripe to pick and pluck from the ground.”

She felt her heart skip a beat, and for a moment she wanted to shriek in fear and just run. But she held her ground. The training from her youth, and the further practice she had gotten while a captive, and then what she had done since escaping and coming to Atricis...As soon as she was free, the young woman had started training, started doing everything she could to never be defenseless again. That training did what it was supposed to in this situation. It held. She remained still, watching, waiting, tense.

”Why don't you come with me and we'll make this so much easier on everyone involved?”

”I'm not sure that will work for me, honestly...” Her mind was racing, screaming at Rhaich to go get Feral, and she just hoped that the dumb little flitt would understand and do as he was told for once. As they stared at each other, this being that had come to try and steal her back, she felt her fingers twitch. The pole in her hand was getting a nibble. She stayed staring at the figure, rock still, as she felt the pole move. First a twitch, then a wiggle, then a full on jerk in her hands. As the figure glanced towards the sudden movement, she took the opportunity, and whipped the pole around as hard as she could, swinging it at him.
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Wed May 01, 2019 4:53 pm

The pole caught the figure off guard, but not so much so that it was knocked off balance. It swore under its breath and lurched forward in a bid to grab her. "You're not going to get away that easily! Fassaliyan wants to speak with you personally!" There was more to it, of course there was, but he wasn't going to share all the little details with her. Like how she would be used as bait to draw his leader's brother out, or how she wouldn't last long once brought back to the camp. But she probably knew that last one, at least a little.

"Come on, don't make this any difficult than you have to." Again, the figure tried to make a grab for her, unaware that her lizard had made it to Feral, that Feral had seen the images of the attack through the lizard and was now jogging back to their camping spot. "How long did you think you'd be able to get away with this? Someone was always watching, waiting... neither of you were ever going to get away unnoticed. You should have known that well enough."
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Mon May 13, 2019 4:33 pm

Taelana had flopped back and rolled as she flung the pole, using the momentary distraction(even if it did no damage) to try and just get space between them. But they were still far too close for comfort, and she ended up rolling back, almost a tumble, and was at least on one knee when she ended it. A position of a bit more strength than just sitting like a lump on the ground, ”I really can't agree to this plan, it doesn't seem too well thought out.” As the lunged and made a grab for her, she moved backwards again. But the rocky shore of the creek betrayed her as her foot hit a round stone, and rolled. She felt the twinge that meant she had twisted her ankle, and cursed under her breath with the pain, hissing a bit.

Her eyes narrowed, and she felt desperately for Rhaich. At least the flitter had reached Feral, but there was no telling how far the man had made it from the fishing spot. She held her half-crouched position, one hand on the ground, bracing herself. As the figure made another grab, she glared and let her weight take her back again, the hand on the ground flinging around to throw a handful of dirt and rocks straight towards its head, ”And it won't be as easy as you think it will be, unfortunately.” She pushed herself then, up on her feet, ignoring the searing of her ankle as she half-stepped backwards again, feeling the treeline against her back. Finding a trunk, she leaned on it a bit as she watched, tense. She could have run maybe at that point, but not with her ankle how it was. A few steps maybe...Better than nothing...She braced to do just that.
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Thu May 16, 2019 1:12 am

Feral had been a ways away when he heard Rhaich call for him. He glanced up at the lizard and hissed when it landed on his shoulder, pulling instead of settling its weight like it normally would. He should have realized something was the matter when it showed up in the first place, but it took a moment of it incessantly tugging for him to figure that there was indeed an issue; a moment later and he notice the picture it was showing him. The things in his hands slipped away and he took off in a mad dash back to the fishing spot, his heart hammering in his chest and his stomach dropping to his feet with every second that passed.

Flashes of the past kept clattering against the insides of his skull, warning bells went off as well that this could very well be a trap, and then the sudden knowledge that this entire trip beyond the Weyr had been some kind of trap set up by those fuckers they had escaped in the North so long ago... Dammit all to between, how had he been so fucking stupid? He could hear something somewhere, but didn't know if it was the sound of her voice, other voices, or something else entirely, but his hackles raised and he knew then to draw out his blade. He held it tight in his hand as he came closer to the fishing spot and as he did, he felt his body suddenly jarred as he was tackled, and he shouted out to Taelana. "Tae! Run!"

His body rolled and he felt a punch thrown to his shoulder, but he didn't hiss or even scream, even if he felt something sharp pierce him - it was clear they had something attached to their knuckles, the bastard. He rounded it out with a punch of his own and managed to get his opponent off of him and that's when he saw it, someone trying to go after Taelana, and he didn't know what came over him but his body just acted and he tossed his knife, and knew before the blade even embedded itself where it was going to land. He didn't need to see the body land on the ground to know that it had done so - his attention was quickly back on the person facing him, as he shoved away Taelana from his thoughts, but a final, fleeting glimpse of her in his mind hoped that she had managed to get away from here just in case.
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Sun May 19, 2019 5:22 pm

She could almost feel the attacker's breath on her neck as she readied to fling herself another few feet away. But they were coming after her, she could hear them, could practically smell them(though that acrid stench of camp smoke and beer might have just been in her head, a call back of memories that she had hoped were long past). Perhaps it was the adrenaline of the fear she felt of being re-captured, let alone what would happen to her if she did so. If she thought life was bad before, she knew it would be a thousand times worse if she was brought back. She would rather die first.

As she braced, her mind racing, a ringing shout of ”Tae! Run!” echoed through the trees, and she knew Feral was there, somewhere. For some reason, that gave her courage. She turned to face her attacker, readying to rush him. At least it would give her the element of surprise, the prey suddenly fighting back instead of fleeing. But before she could gather her strength and shove off the tree, she heard a 'shick' sound, and her assailant fell with a short yell. She saw the blade protruding from their back, and took the opportunity to pounce forward. She dropped to one knee, savoring her twisted ankle, and wrenched the blade out, then stabbed it back in a couple more times for good measure.

When she looked up, she saw another shadowy figure going at Feraliss, and they were scuffling. She jerked herself up, and limped closer, watching and waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Her turns of training before captivity, and the bit of time training at Atricis had kicked in, and she managed to hold herself up good on the injured foot. And there! The knife that had flown true from Feral's fingers left her own as she flicked it out, sending it flying for his attacker's back.
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