[EX] - Thrill of the Hunt
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				Title: <strong>[EX] - Thrill of the Hunt </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:41:15</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Greeks were laying siege to different parts of Egypt. Alexander the Great wished to add Egypt to his domain. The problem, a band of resistance, though their leader had recently gone underground, making them a harder problem to get rid of. This frustrated the great leader to no end...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the depths of the heat of Egypt, on the sandy shores of the Nile a bit south from the Greek's most recent siege, there was a small community of rebels gathered. The leader was old and weak; they did not know how much longer he would be with them. This caused the young among them to turn elsewhere for their guidance, and their hopeful, expectant eyes rested on a priestess of Bast among them. The goddesses' favor had manifested when the girl was still young. She had the ability to take Bast's favored forms and she could heal.. Surely she would know the answers<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Today they waited outside a small place of living as she communed with her Goddess, the patron of their people. Incense was burning within the small home and the light fabric of the curtains were drawn to shut out the sun. Heavily spiced beverage of alcoholic nature was prevalent in the building. These things were often used in communing with the Goddess of sensual pleasure. The smell was near-intoxicating in itself, but the wine - with its holy spices - made the senses that much more heightened and opened to receiving the messages of the divine.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The priestess' senses were peaked, everything was louder, more intense, more vivid. The light curtains were a blur of movement as a breeze swept through the window and swirled the scent of sweat, spice, and incense into the air. She took another drought of the wine they'd prepared for her, opening her mind as well as her senses to what may be waiting. It was not always that Bast responded to such communication with her priests, in fact often they were not required, but Bast had made the Bubasti, and they had no other way to turn with any reliance.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The sometimes fickle Goddess graced the young priestess with a vision, and the intensity of it made her body tremble. Beads of sweat formed in the base of her black hairline and rolled over her dark skin. Her hands shook slightly where she gripped the chair she was seated in, and the attendants in the room murmured of her state. In the vision a man was revealed to her. The resistance would not fall so long as Sanura did not, but Sanura had no real defense on her own... She would need to find this man.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her vision was out of focus as she had it, and it resulted in her unconsciousness. She would not be able to better decipher it's finer points until she had awoken to re-evaluate her fevered dream...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] - Thrill of the Hunt </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 06:03:00</strong>
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				Running thought the streets at full speed was not something Talon Rainking had planned today.&nbsp; Especially with it was from the royal guard.&nbsp; Though they had every right to chase after the cat masked thief considering he had just stolen a sapphire the size of a heart and slain four guards.&nbsp; Talon had to run, he could take four unaware guards, but not fifteen mighty pissed off ones.<br><br>The guards had and easy target though considering his garment were black and blue colored.&nbsp; His long sleeved tunic and baggy slack were a midnight black while the cloak and mask were a deep and dark blue.&nbsp; His body was completely swallowed in his clothing so that no form could really be seen, some called him "Talon the Black Cloud," for when he ran through the streets he looked as if he was no more than a storm cloud flowing through the crowds.&nbsp; His movements were too sharp to be human, as was his strength.&nbsp; Being said that most assumed he was in rather good shape.<br><br>Talon dove over some crates as the guards chased on, "Why don't they ever just give up?"&nbsp; He asked himself softly.&nbsp; His eyes moving around like a child's ball, looking for the next object to use in his graceful escapes.&nbsp; Catching sight of many huge vases, Talon grinned and shifted his weight so that he slid along the gritty floor and stood next to them.&nbsp; "I would love to sit and have my head removed but.... With a saddened heart we must go our seperate ways."&nbsp; With that said he knocked over all five vases causing them to crash and shatter along the ground spilling the oil with in them.&nbsp; Another smile came across his face as the guards still continued forward, "Good bye.... You idiots."&nbsp; He said and with a wave of his left hand the oil caught fire.<br><br>With the guards not roasting in the market square Talon decided it would not be wise to sit and watch the fire grow.&nbsp; He moved down a near alley way and began making his way up to the roof tops, one jump at a time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] - Thrill of the Hunt </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:18:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sanura recovered fairly quickly considering how drugged she had been. Her blurry vision and over-exaggerated perceptions were tamer upon waking. She could still see the dream in her mind's eye as she puller herself to her feet. They'd rested her in a comfortable bed, looking outside through the bedroom window she saw that it was night. The darkness was a comfort to her as she moved to the door and made her way toward the front of the house. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Murmurs greeted her ears as she stood near the entrance, but not in sight of it. They wondered what she'd seen, what she knew, and quite frankly so did she. Sanura sunt to the ground, resting on her heels as she ran a finger through the sand which had been tracked inside near the open entrance. Her finger traced curving lines, eventually a face. She considered it for some time. <em>Guidance, I ask for, and the Goddess shows me this? He must be important, but why I do not know. I will find this man.'</em> She dragged her fingers through the image, making deep lines and unsettling the image and making it just a slightly disturbed gathering of sand.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She stood, using the wall for some balance as she was still a little woozy. Even that side effect was fading quickly. Her white attire was traditional, as was the ornamentation of it. Her sandalled feet moved quietly through the open entrance and into the night, where a gathering of the rebels fell silent. They all looked to her as they had looked to their leader who was now so old. "I must go." She said plainly, reading the concern, awe, dismay, and fear in their respective faces. There were many of them, but all held the same sort of looks. "I must go and find another man, the Goddess revealed him to me. He will be in the city."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They knew she meant the large city nearby and more murmuring ensued as she began to walk past them. "It is not wise." She heard some say, "We'll send another." Others agreed. She shook her head and silenced them speaking clearly, "It must be I who goes. The enemy is upon us; we may take no risks. I will go and find this man," she said, the image of him clear in her mind, "And... I will need coin." She added, an afterthought. He did not seem the type to be persuaded by words.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was more argument but no one could stop her from leaving once she'd made up her mind, and they knew this. Eventually her rebels brought her what coin they could, and it was a good amount. They would have been heavy to carry if not for the tricks of her breed as she slid them into a pouch blessed by ritual. It carried more than it should have been physically capable of. "Well... Then I am off. The Goddess will watch over us, keep faith in your hearts." She touched the chin of one man, the chest of another. "Look for me in the coming nights, and do not tarry here. It is not safe." She cast her eyes toward where the latest siege had been. They nodded. "Bast blesses her children, my loves. Go south, find respite in our settlements there." They nodded again, "Protect the weak and the elderly."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't wait to see their last agreement to her orders, but changed into commoner's garb at the protest of the more proud among this gathering. With a light chuckle she shifted into her feline form. Her progress would be much quicker. The clothing would disguise her from the attackers, make her seem less important. Which indeed a commoner was less important than a priestess, especially a priestess of Bast given the circumstances. The Shifting breed would not be conquered by foreigners and had been the strongest part of the resistance as yet. Their gifts, their forms, their strength and mysticism all made them very important in this.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The sand was like home to the desert cat as she trod gently over it and slipped through the night. Sleep could wait, she still wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but a small hunt was definitely in order. Her stomach rumbled as she moved and she began to take in the scent of things, some small creature would make her meal that night as she traveled to the city.
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