Dangers Of The Night

[Damara]

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Damara had been warned profusely of the dangers of Camelot. It was perhaps one of the most danger kingdoms for magic users. Unwelcoming of foreigners she had heard. Now whether this was all true or based on myth, she had yet to discover. What mattered was that her people were here now. Not of their own desire, but because of obligation. The loyalty among her people was their strength. Blood of my blood, they would say. So when a group of them had been captured to be sold as slaves... the others were not willing to let such actions go unpunished. Had it been a group of warriors, they would have either fought off the captors, or died in battle. But it had been a group of children, and it was why Damara ventured so far from home with the group. Because should any of the children be harmed, she wanted to be right there to tend to them.

They planned to go to the city in the morning to see what they could find. But for now, they set up camp in the woods. However sleep eluded her tonight. She felt restless, worried for the children and silently praying that they would be returned safely to them. She rose from her bed, emerging from her tent to feel the cool night breeze. She looked around at the men, careful not to awaken them for she just needed a few moments to herself. Clad in a long grey blue dress, she picked up her veil to cover her hair with it. She had been told to hide her silver hair for it would draw unwanted attention to her. So to further ensure it would not, she braided it all back, so that no loose strand would fall from under the covering of her scarf that she wore on top.

She quietly stepped out of the camp and into the woods, ensuring not to travel too far, but the sound of a distant animal pulled her away. It did not take long to find a small wounded bird, struggling to fly, though it looked to be on the brink of death. Mara rushed toward it, falling to her knees as she scooped up the small animal in her hands. It was no larger than the palm of her hand. She looked around to ensure no one was near before closing her eyes, her lips moving as she whispered a spell under her breath. In a matter of moments, the chirping of the bird became less strained and when she opened her eyes to lay rest on it, the small creature was already flapping its wings in preparation to fly away. She smiled at the sight, finding happiness in such small things, which truly were not small at all. She knew this was what she was meant to do in the world, and it gave her solace and hope that they would find the children alive.

{ Tag; Aryenne}

[Aryenne Dracose]

-Aryenne Dracose-



Who is the BETRAYER?

The KILLER in the crowd?


She had not want to slept, so naturally, Aryenne Dracose did what teenage girls did best. She snuck out of her estate, followed closely by her large direwolf. Heavens, she could not wait to be a full fledged lady and not live with her parents any more, peculiarly her mother because Aryenne didn't understand why her mother seemed to have control over her, or even the nerve to berate her on looking proper. Clearly, they both knew who was the fairest, but she supposed that her mother just wasn't ready to bow down to that quite yet. While it had been tempting to sneak into the city itself (for she heard that there had been a new arrival of slaves), she did not wish to deal with the stupidity of knights. For just like her mother, they liked to boss her around as well which was utterly stupid since she was of a far higher class than them.

But enough about the stupid people of Camelot, Aryenne did not wish to waste thoughts on them any more. She had better things to do out during the night, like catching moon hares, otherwise known as white rabbits. They were dumb little creatures, so gullible and nice to walk right into a trap. Aryenne clutched onto a wooden box trap, a simple one made out of twigs and twine that looked like a cage and rested on a stick. One swift pull and it would trap any small animal. Her direwolf just padded along, it's amber eyes gazing around in the darkness as they traveled through the open grass and into the trees and wood. As they came to their usual spot, Aryenne set up the little trap and rolled the twine out a little ways as she sat down, watching, "Go Larka, go find one."

The direwolf ran off now, quiet and swift as a shadow and it's human merely waited. She did not sit properly as she waited, there was a slouch in her spine and her allowed her fire red hair to just hang. Aryenne saw no need to be a proper lady tonight, even if her blue dress was just so. There was a rustle now, and her gaze moved towards it as a white rabbit came into sight, quickly hurrying along before it came to a stop and looked around. The teenager moved back a little more to avoid it's gaze. All was still for she was not the only one waiting. Her direwolf did not come, perhaps she had run off again after bringing the rabbit so very close. It slowly wandered forward now, taking little nibbles of grass until it played right into her trap and Aryenne pulled hte twine.

The twig cage tell, trapping the moon hare as it seemed fit. It seemed startled, a slight squeak escaping it as it glanced around, but it did not run. A curl of a smile came to Aryenne's lips as she pulled her dagger out and she moved forward to the trap. Quick as an animal, she pushed the trap over and quickly grabbed the moon hare now. It squirmed a little until it met it's end by the cool blade. Cleaning it off in the grass, she resheathed the dagger and got up now, holding the dead limp hare by it's ears, "Larka?" she called out. She had expected her direwolf to come back, but for once that didn't seem to be the case. A frown settled on her features now, almost scowling. Never has this happened before. Leaving behind her little trap and started to go further into the woods, picking up her dress with one had as best as she could so the hem didn't tear.

And then, she came across an odd sight. A small little bird, she could hear it's faint cries. No doubt, it was going to die, but before she could do anything, a figure appeared and Aryenne stopped short in her tracks. Watching and waiting as the figure, clearly a woman, scooped the dying thing up in her hands only to...whisper something? Aryenne strained hard to hear her words, but she seemed to be too far away to properly but then something else happened, the bird seemed better and ready to fly. Her jaw fell open, but only for a moment as she closed it again and stumbled out of her hiding spot now, "You just did magic!" It was both a statement and accusation at the same time as she stared at the woman. At the same time, a perfect time actually, her large direwolf reappeared, coming out from the trees behind the women as an ugly snarl escaped her. No doubt, there would be no escape. Not right now at least.

The one who CREEPS in corridors,

And doesn't make a SOUND?

NOTES: |None|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
TAGS: |Damara|

[Damara]

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Damara softly gasped and quickly turned her head when someone emerged from the concealment of the trees. A young woman! One who with an accusatory tone stated the criminal acts that Mara had just performed. This was exactly what they had warned her about, and yet, her weakness for a small wounded animal had made her reckless. She rose to her feet, unsure how to react to the words. There was no shred of doubt in the woman's voice, so she most certainly witnessed it. Denial may not work then. She rose to her feet, slightly raising her chin. She was doing what she could to swallow her fear and appear confident and sure of herself... as a princess should. Yet truth was, the uncertainty of what this could mean was causing her heart beat to quicken in her chest. As if that was not enough to cause alarm, a massive animal appeared as well, snarling its teeth as if it was ready to attack Damara.

Her already large eyes slightly widened as she locked gaze with the creature, and then turned back to the woman. Mara was unsure as to which site was more threatening. I am no threat to you nor your pet. She did all she could to keep a stutter and the fear from her voice. If she shouted out for her protectors, then the wolf may attack. If she ran, then the wolf could chase. She was trapped, and so all she had was her words of possible persuasion. She swallowed, unable to not look at the beast though the more she stared at it, the more frightened she became so looked back at the woman. She must not appear weak. That was what mattered right now. What is your name? She asked, knowing that denying the woman's sight and thus indirectly calling her a liar may not be the best course of action. Perhaps by personalizing this, she could find a way out of this rather dangerous situation. Though she would feel a great deal better if the wolf was not showing its rather massive teeth.

[Aryenne Dracose]

-Aryenne Dracose-



Who is the BETRAYER?

The KILLER in the crowd?


It was an ugly corner, but she did not care. Caught between her and Larka is never a pleasant spot, even for those who didn't know magic at all. Aryenne must have gotten much better in lurking though, for it seemed that she caught this stranger completely off guard. Funny, because one would have thought that magic users would be a little more careful with displaying their gifts, even if it is the middle of the night. Her direwolf still snarled, and as the woman rose, Aryenne could see her friend take a few more steps inward, the white hair bristling in aggression. It took her possibly everything to not laugh right now, because sometimes, a magic user is just not someone to be trifled with. Not with laughing anyways.

Although, she was quick to do something that Aryenne was not a fan of. She was raising her chin, taking a stance of royalty. Something her mother did often even though they were only of noble birth. In fact, a lot of people did it to the young girl for they simply were trying to gain control over her by pride, image, and simply looking down on her. Blue eyes narrowed in annoyance, her grip tightened a little on the limp rabbit by her side. Although the stranger's gaze had been distracted once again, locking gazes with the direwolf. Never a smart thing to do. Larka let out another snarl, her jaw actually snapping, "She can sense fear you know. She does not bow down to the weak," Aryenne commented with a sly smile.

"I am no threat to you nor your pet," said the woman now. She had a slight accent to her voice, something distinctive and Aryenne knew that she was not from around here at all, maybe not even Albion itself. Although, enough about that, the young girl was not pleased with the tone or statement, as if she were talking to a child. If it weren't for the rabbit, she would have crossed her arms grudgingly, "She is not my pet, she is my equal." And that statement was not a lie, Aryenne may not care for the people she knew, but she valued Larka over anything else. It may be the one human quality that the teenager may have. The conversation at hand though, took a bit of a change, "What is your name?" A distraction yes, she could see where this was going. It is a game that Aryenne knew well. Still, she supposed that she could humor her, after all, there was no need to call for help without a proper motive. Besides, she did not wish risk getting in trouble herself with the stupid knights, "Aryenne Dracose. Why do you ask?"

The one who CREEPS in corridors,

And doesn't make a SOUND?

NOTES: |None|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
TAGS: |Damara|

[Damara]

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Damara instinctively took a small step back when the creature's jaw snapped. She inwardly cursed herself for doing so, yet it was a reflexive action more than one done out of one or even necessity. The young woman's next words did not set well with Damara. Weak?! Was she implying that she was weak just because a massive beast was snarling at her? Damara regained her former position, straightening herself up and keeping her chin raised. It was her pride causing her to say these words, rather than caution to not insult a woman who had control over this ferocious beast. Does it make you feel strong then, to threaten an unarmed woman? She questioned, almost rhetorically really. She was really starting to get a bad feeling about this, though kept her voice composed. Even if there was a twinge of sarcasm and disapproval in them.

Aryenne's next words revealed how close she was to the beast. She considered an animal to be her equal? That was not something Damara could completely unrelate to. For her and her people greatly valued horses. Perhaps it was the same thing. But she was not about to reveal any fact about her culture to her. Instead, she would have to try and use that to her advantage. And alas. The woman's name was revealed. But the question that followed was not one that usually did in such circumstances. When one was questioned as to their name, the expected response was for the person to return the question. But instead, Aryenne questioned Damara's motives for asking it. Interesting indeed. This was not the common exchange between two strangers that Damara was used to. It made her all the more cautious about the woman. Though she did not try to fix the obscurity by offering her name when unasked.

Aryenne Dracose, she said, not in repetition but as a starting to her next words. What you may have witnessed was not done with any malice intent. Words to explain that she was not threat... that she meant no harm to Aryenne, nor anyone else. But she knew that pleasantries were no guarantee out of this. However, I travel with the company of well trained hunters who camp not far from where I stand. Her words were giving her confidence, for she always placed her faith and trust in her people. Her protectors. You had best tell your friend to stand down, for I would hate if something were to happen to her. There was not a great of sympathy in Mara's voice, nor a great deal of threat. She was just speaking plainly. Threatening Aryenne's life was a bit futile for Damara did not wish to frivolously kill someone. Especially a young woman. Where was the honor in that? But hunting and killing a beast... well, that was another matter entirely. If any of the men were to see it snarling at her right now, it would already have a spear in its neck.

[Aryenne Dracose]

-Aryenne Dracose-



Who is the BETRAYER?

The KILLER in the crowd?


A low growl escaped the direwolf and as the silver haired women took a step back, Larka took another aggressive step towards her now. It certainly seemed to be turning into quite the show, but as soon as words left Aryenne's mouth, it seemed that a bit of a change came over the other woman. Or at least, she was straightening herself up now, looking proud and tall. It did nothing more than make the teenager frown, uncertain of the small but noticeable change that she just witnessed, "Does it make you feel strong then, to threaten an unarmed woman?" The question actually made Aryenne laugh, is she really asking this right now? She thought it seemed obvious, "No, I'm threatening an outsider who knows magic which is a crime in Camelot."

Although Aryenne did admit to herself that she too, wish she knew magic. It'd be so much easier to get out of trouble, and she could only imagine the things that she could do with it as well. It would make her powerful and even more dangerous that she already is. She shouldn't be lost in thought though, and as she gazed on the silver haired woman, Aryenne began to wonder if she already gave too much away about herself to her. The notion made her curse silently to herself, but she still, the woman seemed weak. Perhaps she was not quick enough to come up with a threat. She really did seem so defenseless, and it's not that Larka could not do anything with her hulking form. Even some nobles knew better than to stand in her way for anything.

And then came the words, "Aryenne Dracose. What you may have witnessed was not done with any malice intent. However, I travel with the company of well trained hunters who camp not far from where I stand." They started out civil enough but Aryenne had heard her fair share of dipolmatic conversations between adults to know that there was something underlying in those words and it's delivery. The very idea of there being more of her, she didn't know what to think. And a camp? What was she? A druid? Although, she didn't look like one at all from the way she was dressed. Aryenne didn't get lost in her htoughts for too long though because then came the ending words, "You had best tell your friend to stand down, for I would hate if something were to happen to her."

Blue eyes narrowed, turning into a glare as her grip tightened on the dead rabbit now, "How dare you," she snarled. It were two things that Aryenne was not used two: one, having her direwolf threatened. Two, she wasn't used to be bossed around like this either, by anyone. Her dangerous temper made anyone think anything else but. She felt as if she were getting scowled by her mother, and she hated her mother. Still, there was no need to change Larka's life with this...savage. Aryenne brought her thumb and index finger up to her lips and whistled sharply. The direwolf's snarls ceased for a moment, ears twitching as she glanced back to her human now, "Larka. Here. Now."

The notion almost seemed confusing to the white direwolf for a moment, but slowly, she moved towards Aryenne now, but still managed to invade personal space of the other woman in doing so. The minute that Larka was by her side once again, Aryenne just about snapped at the woman, "Who in Albion do you think you are? A druid? Or are you something else?"

The one who CREEPS in corridors,

And doesn't make a SOUND?

NOTES: |None|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
TAGS: |Damara|