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Post by Jenny Night on May 16, 2010 6:08:37 GMT -5
Gem I ran through the woods, enjoying every moment under the trees. Cross country running was one of the running activities i sometimes partook in. I was more of an archer though.
People had seen me down at the local archery range working hard at my archery skills. Some saw me as a very good archer, but for me it was simply a hobby. There was the occasional competition, but i usually left that to the better archers.
I was no competitor. But you may be sure, I was always watching when there was archery on television. That was something i loved to watch, to see if I could learn anything better.
I burst out of the woods, and started to jog casually towards where my car waited for me, a little Suzuki Swift, that was steel grey.
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Post by Kanchana on May 17, 2010 2:41:02 GMT -5
Auraka. Lamya. "One hundred and one, one hundred and two...." he counted quietly to himself, his body lowing and chest brushing the hard ground before lifting once more. The time quickly past, but he didn't tire nor stop. His tough and well trained body used to worse conditions. The sensitve ears heard approaching footsteps, and yet he continued. Not much was a threat here, nothing was unless it was on the field.
Quick as a rabbit, he lept back onto his feet. Sweat poured from his face, but he ignored it. A friendly smile grew on his maw, the green-grey eyes kind and warm as he peered around the forests edge. He met her gaze, suprised by the beauty and warmth that laid there. But he wasn't any old guy, he was the old fashioned gentleman. "Greetings miss," he said quietly and nodded to her before jogging past. Her eyes followed him, the soft Carolina blue stuck in his memory. The large hand moved easily though the crew cut hairstyle and a sigh left his mouth. He didn't have times for girls, he was about to be deported to Iran for all he knew.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 17, 2010 2:58:26 GMT -5
Gem Hawksong I stopped for a moment when i heard someone talk to me. I needed a break from running as it was. Though I liked archery, it likely showed because my arms were muscled, slightly more than the average woman's.
I smiled as he spoke to me and then said, "Hi there." He kept on jogging so I continued on my way back to my little car. There was definately something about the guy this he was a stranger that seemed to lure me.
I paused at my car, going to the boot and getting one of my towls out and putting it on my seat before getting in.
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Post by Kanchana on May 17, 2010 23:22:23 GMT -5
Auraka. Lamya. " Then it’s hi! hi! hey! The Army’s on its way. Count off the cadence loud and strong; (two! three!) For where’er we go, You will always know" he chanted to himself, the old armysong was still used today. He, somehow, loved the old and hard ways of the camp. His mates, not just friends, were people he trusted with his life. His men depended on his choices to survie. He was a General, one for the books.
He sighed quietly wiping the sweat, which now drenched his shirt, from his face. He was back where he started. The path though the forest was simple and yet hard. The steep hills puzzled together with loose rocks was a challenge for anyone, even a high trained soldier.
The grey-green orbs roamed and he noticed that girl was still here. His eyes traced her shape, pausing slightly as he noticed the muscled arms. A Runner? Maybe she was boxer? He shrugged to himself, it didn't matter.
Pressing the button on the keys, he popped open the boot and pulled out a towel and drying himself. He glanced over at her once more, and leaned against his car. Watching her.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 17, 2010 23:29:12 GMT -5
Gem Hawksong The guy came back out from the tracks, I could see him. I hadn't left yet, I was thinking about going to that tree stump I had hidden in the woods away from any walking tracks. That had always been my target these last few months.
Getting out of the car, I unlocked the boot and carefuly lifted out the long slender bag that held my bow and rather shoddy hand made quiver of arrows. I would not go walking around with the bow in plain sight, but anyone would know that it was an archery bag. Unless of course they had never seen a bag like it.
I slipped it over one shoulder and after locking the car, started walking back to the track entrance which was pretty close to that guy.
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Post by Kanchana on May 17, 2010 23:40:31 GMT -5
Auraka. Lamya. A hunter? An eyebrow rose once again in suprise and the head shook as it breathed a chuckle. Anyone with a brain could tell that it was a bow and arrow type bag, but that wasn't what had him amused. "There is no hunting in these woods," he said quietly as she past. He wasn't one to talk, nor tell off others. But the idea of this lady going into the woods, and killing animals seemed crazy? As she came closer, he noticed her figure. She was graceful, topped with she owned the world confidence. She didn't seem the killing kind, no. She seemed like the pretty, girly type. Maybe athletic?
He smiled kindly, watching her walk down the path.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 17, 2010 23:46:08 GMT -5
Gem Hawksong I jumped in surprise as he said that and stopped at the track entrance nearby. “I’m no hunter.” I couldn’t stand the smell of blood so there was no chance of that being what I did out here. I loved nature and couldn’t bear to hurt it. The tree stump I used was already dead so that did not count as something alive as a part of nature. “Not many people in these parts know what kind of bag I've got with me, so you kind of surprised me.” It was true not many people did this kind of sport in town. I think I was the only one.
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Post by Kanchana on May 18, 2010 0:07:23 GMT -5
Auraka. Lamya. He paused, sorry for startling her. "Sorry Miss," he said sheepishly "I didn't mean to startle you.." He was so polite, maybe it was because of his army training? Maybe it was how being only 20 he was already at one of the highest ranks. "Yes Miss, not many people can tell...but I have been in the army for a few years now and we are taught to identify such weapons."
He bowed his head, standing tall as he normally would at attention. "If it would not be to rude to ask, may I know where you are going and why?" he said somewhat shyly. He was such a kind, gentle soul, it was suprising that he was in the army. He didn't seem to be able to hurt a fly, let alone kill on the battle field. "Major General Auraka," he said and nodded to her, a twinkle in his eye "Or just Auraka Miss."
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Post by Jenny Night on May 18, 2010 0:15:09 GMT -5
Gem Hawksong I smiled at him though as he spoke. “No don’t worry about it. I've had people recognise this sort of thing at times as it. You caught me off guard that’s all.” Hmm how to respond to that question would be the issue. He seemed a little interested in where I was going, and was certainly being polite. I wondered what made him more polite than the other guys I knew... “Down the track a bit and then off of it. I have somewhere that I practise in the woods, away from any of the trails.” I grinned. “I don’t want any arrows going awry and hurting someone.”
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Post by Kanchana on May 18, 2010 0:19:48 GMT -5
Auraka. Layma. He nodded, thinking and his eyes flicked back to the forest before returning to her. "Would you mind if I came?" he asked polietly, smiling a kind, warm grin. He was lost, that was clear to him, in her beautiful voice. If not her voice, her eyes. Not the eyes, the long golden curles. He wondered if she was any good. Maybe it was just a hobby, or maybe she had some talent. If you could call shooting objects a talent.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 18, 2010 0:25:51 GMT -5
Gem Hawksong My eyes widened. I’d never had anyone talk to me that had any interest in the sport I liked. For a moment I stood there completely stunned. Was he really being friendly to me? Or was this some sort of a joke? One though stopped that one; he was too nice to play tricks on me. “Sure, you can come, Aruaka. My name’s Gem Hawskong.” I smiled at him. There was no point in saying no. He’d easily catch up to me, he looked very strong and fit. A lot fitter than I was personally. “I don’t think I've seen you around before.”
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Post by Kanchana on May 18, 2010 1:37:16 GMT -5
Auraka. Lamya. The head shook slightly. "No Miss, you wouldn't of. I just returned form the field...Iraq about four days ago," he said, turning to face her and giving her a look at his newest scar which ran from his temple and down past his nose and onto his chin. It was a ugly but seemed to match his handsome face, the kind eyes were all that were needed to see he had a kind soul. The scars, once you were past noticing them, did not matter. He didn't try and hide from the world, it didn't matter on the field. A hand ran though his short hair, his large hands calloused from holding weapons for so long. "Thank you," he said, pushing away from the car and meeting her gaze, smiling lightly.
With slow strides, for he was that much taller then her, he thought in silence. Gem. Such a odd yet lovely name. "Are you any good? I mean, how long have you been doing archery for Miss?" he asked into the sudden silence, slowing his strides slightly more.
OOC: *head desk*
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Post by Jenny Night on May 18, 2010 5:01:04 GMT -5
Gem Hawksong I smiled, not reacting to the scar I could easily see on his face. I could tell that he was not a mean guy, his eyes told me really who he was. There was no escaping what your eyes told others about you. “That would explain why I have not seen you around before. I have not lived here all that long.” I smiled though as we started to move along the trail, I knew where to leave the trail. I blushed though when he asked me if I was any good. “People say that I have the potential to be really good, but I do not believe them.” I turned away from the track and moved through the bush a bit. Bright light could be seen not far ahead, where there was an open clearing. I stopped at the edge, seeing as I was at the opposite side as the stump. I lowered my bag to ground and unzipped it. For one who did not compete all that much, my bow was slender and beautifully carved, similar to that of what you say Legolas use in the Lord of the Rings movies. It was the very same bow in fact from the movie. One of a kind. I'd bought it at an auction after the moves were all made...
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Post by Kanchana on May 18, 2010 5:10:39 GMT -5
Auraka. Lamya. A gentle smile crept upon his once handsome face, the eyes watching her movements and ran along the bows length with appreaction. "Show us then...if you don't mind Miss," he said, the same watching smile upon his maw. The eyes fluttered shut, imaging himself taking the bow and shooting with it. He had learnt how, but that had been a long time ago. He wondered if he still could.
With a gesture of his head, he waited and wondered.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 18, 2010 5:16:34 GMT -5
Alexa Collins If he had wondered why my arms were as well muscled as they were, he was about to find out. I'd been training myself constantly in this field, slowly working on my shooting distance until I was at one end of the clearing at the old stump at the other. It had taken me a year, but I was pleased with my own strength.
One hand lifted the bow with no trouble, though it was not as light as it looked, while my body turned, side on to the stump. It took no time before my fingers released the string and with a muffled thud, the arrow bedded itself in the stump easily.
I smiled at him, lowering the bow down to my side. "Bough this in a Lord of the Rings auction. It's one of a kind."
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