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Postby Kallile » 10/30/2012 11:39 PM

The desert lay sprawled out like a sleeping giant. For now it was calm and peaceful--just resting in the coolness of the nearing dawn. In a matter of hours the desert would change from this docile thing into a vicious beast ready to engulf anyone foolish enough to tread on her in the daylight heat. She would be alive and wild...and hungry. Aching to let the bones of unfortunate souls bleach on her surface.

Luckily, Silas had no intentions of hanging around that long.

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Creeping over the dimly illuminated sands, the hunter made his way towards the tracks he'd been following. Scrags, he called them--big, ugly, dumb lizards sporting six legs that tended to move in packs. Now, he had no interest in taking on these brutes...but they had a habit of bringing their kills back to their home dens. And where the spoils fell, so did their valuables. Now, he wasn't above robbing the dead. After all, they were currently making their way through lizard intestines...it's not like they were going to be using it anymore.

His time in this wasteland was nearing an end. At least long enough to make it back to civilization to cash in on his spoils. Peering up over the next dune carefully, he expected to find a mass of lizard flesh all huddled together to try and keep their cold blood from freezing in the night. Instead, what Silas saw was a small community of tents seemingly abandoned. No lamps, no fires, no patrol.

"Well, maybe the beasts aren't so worthless." He sneered to himself as he crept over the dune and started his way towards the camp. He would make enough off this haul to buy himself a pretty new pistol, he could see it already.
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Postby Kallile » 10/31/2012 9:41 AM

In the quickly rising sun it became much easy to make out the man's dark features as he carefully made his way towards the seemingly abandoned camp. Small and carefully separated black dreadlocks were pulled back into a loose mess on the back of his neck with a small strip of leather. His skin was ravaged by the sun--dark and with a slight quality of leather in and of its own from untold days in the beating sun being punished by sandy winds. The once black tank top was dirty and stained with sand to become a grey hue. Pants of some sort of soft hide covered his legs, peeking out just below that were black combat boots. Over his entire body was a sandy sort of cape that was currently wrapped up around his neck and face. He had several knives strapped onto his legs and a belt of weapons around his waist, not including the shoulder harness where another pistol rested.

While typically those weapons would have been hidden under the cloak, there were rarely travelers out at the times when Silas was moving the most. And if this camp was not yet abandoned by either its inhabitants or the beasts that might have slaughtered them off he would surely need easy access to them. If not, the cloak typically doubled as a sort of loot bag. Everything on his person had a function to some degree--nothing was useless or for show. Even the darkened goggles on top of his head would have a purpose once the sun rose and the sandy winds started back up.

He stopped a few rocky outcrops away from the camp, peering around it with narrowed red eyes for any sign of movement or life. The canvas housing fluttered in the light morning breeze, but otherwise all seemed quiet. He frowned and glanced around. There was no sign of blood, though there were plenty of lizard tracks. It wasn't like the beasts to ingest sand just to get the last drops of blood out of it. They ate rocks occasionally to help crush up larger meals, but rarely would they willingly just lap up bloodied sand. Something did not feel quite right about all this.
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Postby Kallile » 10/31/2012 3:27 PM

The final rock outcropping between Silas and his goal was at hand...or under hand as it was. Hoisting himself up onto one of the smaller rocks he tried to gain a better view of the center of the camp. Should there be a lizard there, or even someone else already looting the place, he was going to need to go in guns blazing if he wanted what should be his. Of course, gunfire always drew out more of those damned lizards. So he would have to get priority items and hightail it before the next wave found there way to the camp to feast on the spoils.

The coast was clear--the central fire pit lay dormant and without embers. It was truly empty. A smirk fell over his lips as he slid himself back off the rock and walked into the camp with confidence. The tents looked strange--some were canvas and upon closer inspection some were made from hides. Lizard hide, mammal skins...all sorts. Hand sewn and tossed over wooden stakes to take the shapes of tents. The smirk fell from his face instantly.

Such primitive housing rarely meant a good payoff. Maybe if he could find some weapons or something...none of his associates would be very interested in hides. Now fangs....if he could find some fangs or claws he had a medicine guy that would go nuts for that. Never mind that he was already nuts--he would buy it and that was always the bottom line.
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Postby Kallile » 10/31/2012 3:35 PM

The first few tents left him empty handed. Wrappings, vials of strange goo that seemed to cling for dear life to the bottles they were in. Nothing that any ally of his would have a high value on. No jewelry, weapons, or even loot of their own. Minimalists. Of course it was going to be his luck to run across an abandoned minimalist colony!

Kicking up some sand in frustration as he moved towards the next tent, Silas sighed to himself. "I take back everything nice I ever said about those dumb lizards. Shoulda known they'd be just smart enough not to leave tracks back to a den. No...they've got to lead me to an absolute shithole." He grumbled as he brushed aside another hide door into the tent. This one, however, seemed different. It was slightly warmer inside, there was the faint smell of powder and herbal salve lingering in the stagnant air, and...


....there was a lamp still burning.
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Postby Kallile » 10/31/2012 3:43 PM

His mind whirled. This place had someone living in it--a someone who had only very recently left. And, if the burning lamp was any sign, someone who was planning to come back while it was still a little bit dark. Like, oh, say now. His hands went instantly to the gun in its holster and the other to the large knife tethered on the side of his left thigh.

Screw getting any loot, this place was a bust. now he had to focus on getting the hell out of here before anyone managed to realize that he was even here. They would see his tracks, but he couldn't care less if they tried to follow him. He had transport just a few large dunes over; once he reached it there wasn't a living thing that could keep pace with him. Not even one of the giant sand-lizards...those damned Scrags.

He would just have to take the loss and hope his boyish charms would win over someone enough to maybe...lend him a little gas and cash for his next attempt. But first he had to get out of here. First peering out of the tent to make sure he wasn't going to run smack dab into the inhabitant of this tent and be left momentarily stunned with surprise, Silas gathered himself and made a break for the outcroppings he'd first lingered around.
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Postby Kallile » 10/31/2012 3:58 PM

He ran without looking behind him. There was no shouting, no roaring, so he had to assume he was in the clear. He just had to make it to those rocks...the he would have a tactical advantage outside of all these tents that made it so very easy for someone familiar with them to hide in. Which, unfortunately for Silas, is exactly what he was just about to meet.

As he rounded the final corner that stood between him and his own personal safe ground, a sand-lizard rounded that same corner with massive fangs bared and beady grey eyes flashing with angry passion.

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It's upper set of limbs were held aloft from the ground and Silas found the claws they were tipped with swiping in his direction. The tan and black spotted hide was marked with scars and battle wounds--something that at a glance told Silas he was dealing with an elder or worse and not just an annoying whelp. Pulling his pistol around to line up the tiny sight between the rampaging beasts eyes, he prepared to fire.

But the day wasn't quite done with surprises yet.


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At first, from the corner of his eye, Silas was sure he was witnessing his own death angel coming down to harvest his soul. But as he turned his head to face the more immediate threat he realized it was much worse than that. Swinging down from the lizard's back on its long mane was a scantily clad woman. He had little time to focus on the former detail about her state of dress before her feet struck his chest and knocked him backwards.

As he fell the shock of it caused his hand to clench down on the trigger. The gunshot went off with a massive bang. He heard the woman yelp and just as he allowed himself a satisfied snicker a massive lizard paw crashed down on top of him, pinning him to the ground and threatening to crumble his rib cage like a delicate house of cards.
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Postby Kallile » 11/01/2012 8:28 PM

Silas tried furiously to pry his arm just free enough to be able to stab the beast in the foot to get it off of him. He had not been expecting that, where the hell had that woman come from? For a split second he wandered if she had somehow seen the beast before him and had hid. Had he just shot the person who had tried to knock him out of the way?

"Drali, aran." A feminine voice hissed. In response the lizard curled her claws move closely around Silas but eased up a little on her downward pressure. Silas's squirming only earned the claws digging just a little deeper into his skin. He gave up with that plan and instead focused on carefully starting to spin the knife in his hand. It would be at a weaker angle, but maybe enough of a shock to earn him his freedom.

He felt eyes on him first, quickly followed by a few drops of warm liquid onto his exposed neck. He looked up, finding the scantily clad woman hovering over him. The bullet had grazed her shoulder, blood dripping slowly from the wound onto his skin.

He hadn't recognized the language she had just used, which usually meant that he was screwed. He narrowed his eyes, trying to think of the best way to convey all the many obscene things he wanted to say to her before she beat him to the punchline. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The lizard lowered it's head until the massive jawline rested delicately above the woman's head to snort a breathe of hot and wet air over her prisoner.


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Postby Kallile » 01/24/2013 2:28 PM

The man blinked dumbly up at his captors for a moment, trying to decide where to take this thing. Still trying to spin the knife around in his hand he knew he had to earn himself some more time if he was going to get anywhere with an escape. Attack too ferociously and this lady was bound to have that ugly lizard bite his head clean off. Snivel too much and it was likely to be the same result. No one out here liked anyone who couldn't be of use.

"I could ask you the same question, bitch." He finally spat at her. Yeah, that would sure teach her. The feelings of instant regret at those words began to well inside of him. The woman narrowed her eyes and curled her lips into a snarl before snapping her fingers. Instantly Silas found himself letting out a sharp scream as the claws of the beast dug into his flesh with force.

"Now, little man, you don't have the upper hand around here. So...let's try that again. What. The hell. Are you doing out here?"
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Postby Kallile » 01/24/2013 2:35 PM

The air seemed to keep leaking out of his lungs even when he was fighting against the massive paw on top of him for room to breath. "Call...call it off!" He finally managed as a sharp inhale nearly drug tears to his eyes as sand followed the harsh movement into his open mouth and he began to sputter. The woman folded her arms and gave a short look to the lizard looming over them all. The creature made a short chuffing sound before releasing her prisoner ever so slightly.

"Good girl, Drali." The woman cooed as she reached up with a single hand to scratch gently at the chin of the creature. Drali gave another chuff and chortle before returning her deadly gaze to the man. "I'm not going to give you all day to play games. You will answer me or you will become lunch. The choice is yours...though I don't promise you won't become lunch anyway."

Silas growled under his breath and glared at her. "I came here to see if there was anything worth my time to loot. But, big surprise, there isn't. So I'll happily be on my way and you can keep your little shithole here..." At last he could feel the knife in a good position and with a flick of his wrist he drove it into Drali's padded flesh.
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Postby Kallile » 01/24/2013 2:44 PM

The howl that the Riopath released from her massive jaws was deafening; and to Silas' glee it also had the creature jerking her paw away to try and free it from the sudden pain. The man flipped over and scrambled to his feet, his hands fumbling to reload his pistol and get it ready to fire again. It would only give him a few seconds, but hopefully it would be enough.

The woman, knowing the lizard mount behind her was fine and just startled, gave a small leap and plucked a long staff from the side of a saddle still on the creatures back. She took a few jogging leaps towards the man; at the same moment the bullet was clicked into place and ready to fire the head of her staff was whizzing towards Silas's head.

The man barely knew what had hit him. He only saw the enraged face snarled back into some sort of bestial warrior cry before he was out cold. Drali, meanwhile, had located and removed the knife in her paw and with the prize still in her mouth padded up to her rider.

The woman gave a few heavy breaths before twitching as her shoulder reminded her of the damage it had already been dealt. "Drali, load him up. Now we have to wait for him to wake." She snarled as she leaned on her newly bloodied staff and started towards one of the tents. The full day sun would be up soon and she certainly didn't want to be caught out in it clothed (or unclothed, as it was) as she was.
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Postby Kallile » 07/23/2015 2:08 PM

This man was taking forever to wake up.

Drali licked at her paw, still sore and stinging from the knife assault, while she lay almost on top of the man who called himself a looter. Tracyn glared down at him from behind her goggles and wondered if she should just kill him now and prevent him from ever waking up. It would serve him right--drawing blood from not only her but her mount. The massive lizard, sensing her rider's unease and anger, stretched out her neck to lightly bump her nose against Tracyn's side and gave an almost purring sound. The woman angled her head to look at the beast and stroked the offered snout.

"I'm tired of waiting Drali--wake him up. He needs to be with us to be presented to the council." She said. The lizard made a gleeful noise and stood up, hovering over the bound and gagged man for just a moment before picking him up by the front of his shirt and giving him a hearty shake.

When Silas came to his world was spinning, his head throbbing, and he noticed a current lack of vision out of his right eye. He squinted his eyes closed to try and let the rest of the world come back into focus and was not happy with what he saw. A Raider...so that's what she was. He had only ever heard rumors of them, but now it appeared he was a prisoner of one.

"Mrph meh kfhhdf!" He tried in vain before realizing there was a gag in his mouth. He glared at the woman and gave her a painful toss of his head clearly meant to ask in not so many words 'get over here and get this thing out of my mouth'.
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Postby Kallile » 09/02/2015 8:37 AM

"Oh dear, I can barely understand you." The woman jeered back at him as she sauntered over towards where Drali and her prisoner stood. She was in finer dressings now--not quite as stained by the sands of her home. "Besides, the council has little use for hearing your side of things. They will decide your fate so it's probably best you don't talk."

Drali snorted what one could assume was a reptilian laugh, blowing back Silas' hair and causing him to glare at the creature. He didn't know what the council was or what it had to do with him at the end of the day...but he'd rather not find out.

"Bring him." The woman commanded softly and the massive lizard followed dutifully out of the tent. Immediately Silas felt his skin boiling and welting up as the brazen sun shone down and threatened to roast anyone not wearing protective gear. Which he, as it turned out, had been mostly stripped of. He clamped his eyes closed and bit down against the pain on his mouth gag.
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Postby Kallile » 09/02/2015 8:48 AM

The tents gave way to a great rock formation that had been built generations ago. Sands had worn and smoothed the rocks, making it look something like a collection of thrones hovering above the rest of the sandy world below. Currently three of these seats were occupied, each one by a similarly clad humanoid creature wearing much the same garb as Tracyn. Their goggles gleamed soullessly down as Drali dropped Silas roughly on the barely-hidden rocks beneath then. The man grimaced and glared up at what he could only assume was the council. Tracyn moved to stand to one side, Drali the other. As they began to speak, Silas couldn't quite understand them. The voices sounded almost shouted, gutteral noise that made no sense to the man at all.

"This is the intruder?"

"Yes, Chief. He was found trying to loot our village."

"Hardly seems worth our time, Tracyn. Why did you not simply kill him?"

"He called himself a looter, called Drali a Skarg...he is one of them! If he were to be let free he would bring others to destroy us."

"Which prevented you from killing him because?"

Tracyn fell silent and gave a bit of a snarling noise. "You showed more kindness to me than that."

The council looked to one another, muttering more in their odd language before turning to Tracyn once more.

"Be that as it may, this man is far older than you were. But we will give him a chance--blindfold him and take him far into the desert. If he can survive three days, we will consider allowing him to live among us. If the desert takes him then so be it."

Drali growled slightly, looking down to the man in disgust. Clearly the beast was not pleased with the decision. Silas looked to Tracyn, waiting to hear what had been decided.
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Postby Kallile » 09/02/2015 8:55 AM

Tracyn stored back over to her captive, pulling free a piece of her garb and tying it around his eyes. The man tossed his aching head for a moment to try and prevent it, but the pain of the sun and the throbbing in his head soon quieted him. She spoke to him softly in common, though there was still a displeased growl about her voice.

"You have been sentenced. You will be tested and should you still be alive at the end of the third day my clan will show you mercy. Should you fall to the sands...may nature give you a fair burial."

The man grunted, dropping his head a little more with his mind whirling. What did all that mean? Tested? How was he going to be tested? As the woman finished tying his binding she turned back to the council, returning to the unfamiliar language.

"Provisions?" There was a long pause as the council murmured among themselves. They all stood as if to leave, the center one speaking first.

"None."
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Postby Kallile » 09/02/2015 9:06 AM

Tracyn, had she not had her goggles on, would have looked shocked. She fully turned to the council almost angrily, holding a fighting stance she she stood to defy the ruling. "That is madness! No provisions and you wish him to survive three days in the driest season?"

The head of the council raised his hand for silence, goggles flashing in the sunlight as he turned to look at Silas on the ground.

"Given his age, we cannot give him an upper hand. Should he survive, he needs to be as broken as possible to stand a chance at joining and having the clan's trust. You, Tracyn, were just a girl. You already had some trust in us before we adopted you into the clan. We must make sure we do not introduce a snake into our happy home of mice."

Silas angled his head, trying to catch the tones being used to decide what was going on. It didn't sound good, the lady who had been ready to kill him now sounded rather angry. Whatever was being said was sounding less and less in his favor.

"If he comes back, you will be in charge of his care and healing. But we suggest you be quick, it will only be a few more weeks before the herds begin moving. Drali cannot keep up with two riders...he will need to solidify his place in this clan by taming a mount."

Tracyn ran a hand over her covered face, growling rather savagely in response. "You make this impossible! No Riopath is going to accept a human rider of this age! You wish for me to heal him if he survives in the first place only to leave him and have him face death a second time? The council's cruelty knows no bounds today..."

"Then you should hope he finds his death in the desert the first time. Now go."
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