The Forest Path
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				Title: <strong>The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHappyMoonkin</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 19:43:53</strong>
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				The dark branches of the forest trees twisted and gnarled up above, it had been long since the sun had risen into the morning sky but the light that filtered through the tree tops was enough for the forest to appear late dusk. She had started off early, before the sun had even risen entering the forest with her bow drawn and fingers ready to snatch an arrow from the quiver at a moments notice. The tips of fiery red hair brushed against her lower back as it was pulled up and secured with a leather tie to keep it from her eyes. Piercing green eyes, some might even say unnatural as they glimmered emerald upon catching the sun's light reflected within the irises. Dirt and scratches already painted the young maiden's face from the half a day journey through these forbidden wood in <br>search for the creature. Soft plump lips frowned slightly, a dull pain as she wet them with her tongue. A struggle with a vile tangle of vines had landed her a nice split along her upper lip, the dry blood wiping away as her tongue moved across it. By now she was lost, the path she had been told to follow was gone but it would not keep her from perusing further. Reaching back she replaced the hood of her long dark green cloak over her head shielding her eyes from any prowling enemies. Mud splattered boots reached up mid thigh, a pair of tight belted leather pants hugged her every voluptuous curve before disappearing into the boots. A belt secured hanging diagonally on her hip held a small satchel of needed objects and a silver dagger that had been passed down through her family. The beast she though could only be killed by silver and until his blood bathed her hands she would not leave this forest. <br><br>As mid afternoon approached a low persistent grumble sounded form her stomach. The girl groaned her hand pressing against the tightly laced leather corset, she was hungry. "Och.." She grumbled and pressed forward for just a while longer until she was able to find a somewhat safe place to sit and rest. Settign the bag she had slung over her shoulder down she took a seat on a fallen tree and dug inside for a loaf of bread and cheese. The silence as ate was eerie, every crack of twigs on the ground sent her reaching for her bow yet nothing came.&nbsp; A sigh slipped from her lips as she tried to relax. Leaning back her hand pressed into something sticky. Quickly she recoiled with a disgusted look upon her face. Upon further inspection the stringy white substance on her hand appeared to be part of a web. Her heart raced the rumor of the giant eight legged creatures that were also said to live in this forest putting her on edge as she quickly gathered her things and stepped away from the tree. She stepped backwards looking around for any sign of the creatures web and when she went to move again she couldn't. Panic soon ensued as she found her self caught and the more she struggled the more caught she became. Her movements vibrated up the web awakening its creator and ever slowly the giant spindly legs uncurled caring the giant grotesque forward towards the freshly caught meal. Screams of fear and help soon filled the air as the girl caught sight of the creature that lumbered above her as she struggled caught int he web. Beady black eyes stared down at her as fangs dripped with a paralyzing poison. "No.. no.." She panicked trying to pull her had free to grab her dagger. The spider drew closer and so her screams for help increased not wanting to die by likes of this created eaten and drained of blood alive. <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/086/d/2/viking_princess_by_daekazu-d4u4w90.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 02:06:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking through the forest slowly, Anchius steps with easy hoof-falls.&nbsp; Each time his hoof comes downwards, he leaves a little half-circle track in the loam of the forest’s floor and just a small vibration for the small animals to feel.&nbsp; Noticing on particular squirrel as it runs along, his lips turn upwards into a smile as his fingers instinctively move towards the bow strung over his back.&nbsp; Shaking his head though, he consciously has his arm fall back to his side as he continues to walk along.&nbsp; Smiling as the little grey animal squeaks and chatters at him, he speaks in a low and deep voice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“May you find the nut you seek, little one.&nbsp; I will not claim you for my meal tonight.”&nbsp; Continuing along, the centaur passes the squirrel and can still hear its chittering for some time after he passes what obviously was the animal’s nest and territory.&nbsp; Dressed in a simple leather harness, his longbow is across his back and a quiver hands from his left hip.&nbsp; The fur of his horse half is a sable brown and brushed to a near sheen.&nbsp; His human half is tanned, with a dusting of hair along his lightly muscled chest.&nbsp; Tipped ears top his head, though half of the time his long brown hair covers them as it lays around his neck and shoulders.&nbsp; As Anchius continues to walk along the small game path, an odd sight comes to his eyes.&nbsp; Pausing his hooves, he comes to a quick halt now as he sees the odd tracks in the soft earth before him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning over at his waist, his eyes narrow before his front legs bend at the knees.&nbsp; Bringing his body closer to the ground now, his arm outstretches so that his fingers may touch to this odd shaped indentation in the dirt.&nbsp; Not recognizing the track, it belongs to no creature he has ever seen before in his life.&nbsp; Furrowing his brow in confusion, his head lifts up quickly at the sound of a scream coming from not too far off.&nbsp; Listening further, his pointed ears perk upwards as his legs bring him back to a standing position.&nbsp; As another scream filters through the trees, his body spins in that direction before he bursts into a gallop.&nbsp; While running quickly to where the sound comes from, his hands pull his bow over his shoulders while pulling an arrow to notch it against the string.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bursting through the trees to the sight of this…human…being held captive by the spider, his movements are a blur as he pulls the bowstring taught.&nbsp; Sighting down the shaft, he pulls the giant spider into his sights before loosing the arrow.&nbsp; Flying true, he grins as he watches the arrow buries deep into the beast’s side.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/Centaur_2442.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHappyMoonkin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 03:20:12</strong>
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				"Oh gods, I don't want to die like this…" The words frantically escaped as the spider hissed lunging forward towards her location. Inara screamed louder as the web recoiled and bounced from the spiders weight. She could see its beady eyes, all of them fixated on her. So much of a hunter she was, a simple trap she should of been more aware. a groan slipped from between her tight lips as she pulled away from the webs her arm almost free from the sticky web. "I will not die by the hands of you" She yelled green eyes like daggers as she grunted and shot a mouthful of syliva at the beats face. The spider screeched loudly, an ungodly sound as its front legs reared upwards. The women stared lips agape in shock, had she caused such a reaction? The spider answered her buy turning and hurtling its self at its new target, the arrow now visible to Inara in the beast's side.<br><br>The Giant beast hissed, its mandible fangs dripping with an angry poison its eyes fixed on the centaur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 07:58:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hands a blur of motion, Anchius quickly draws a second arrow from his quiver before notching it to the string of his bow.&nbsp; Drawing backwards with his arms, his hooves dig deeply into the soft loam of the forest floor his legs thrust himself backwards.&nbsp; Hopefully pulling himself free from the spider’s leaping distance, the creak of wood and sinew can be heard as his arms pull the bow taught.&nbsp; Sighting down the arrow as the spider leaps from the web that it had spun, he aims for the creature’s broad and very ugly face.&nbsp; Knowing that if it grew any closer to him, he might be in a bit of trouble, so his fingers let loose the arrow in hopes of it driving deep into the spider.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grunting in anger as his arrow only grazed the back of the spider as it hunches towards the ground, Anchius watches the spider as it gathers its self to leap on him.&nbsp; Gripping th handle of his bow tightly in his left hand, his right hand tries to reach down and pull free the long knife that hangs from his belt.&nbsp; Only able to just barely get it up in time, the metal of the blade grinds against one fierce looking mandible as the spider is suddenly on him.&nbsp; Gods the thing is heavy, he thought to himself as his arm starts to tremble a little under the weight of the creature.&nbsp; As his hind legs are pressed into the ground, the knees on his hind legs bend a little in his struggle to remain standing.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thankfully something gives, in the face that his knife slips down to the base of the spider’s mandible.&nbsp; As the tip of the sharp fang touches and then breaks the skin of his forearm, the sharp blade of his foot long knife slices through the spider’s mouth.&nbsp; Spraying ichor everywhere, his torso is nearly covered in the foul blackish-green substance as the spider leaps backwards.&nbsp; After the initial gush of its life-essence leaves its body, the spider hisses in pain and rage as it backs away slowly.&nbsp; Not one to expect a fight along with its meal, the creature looks as if it is going to run.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHappyMoonkin</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 23:33:06</strong>
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				Groans of frustrations grew louder as she fought to free herself from the sticky webbing and finally it began to tear. One hand broke free, strings of webbing hanging from her arm as she quickly reached for the dagger at her belt. She had little time to look up to get a full look of what drew the spiders attention away, she only hoped it was an ally. A quick slash of the knife and the web split, sending her to ground in a crippled mess covered in sticky residue. A low painful groan escaped her as she moved, pulling her body to her knees. The fowl hissing of the creature snapped her to attention as reality quickly came spiraling back to her. "Right… spider.." She nearly yelled as she bolted from her knees to the spot where her bow and quiver had spilled. A hand wrapped around the smooth shape of her weapon as her other hand found an arrow. Knocking it into place she quickly turned and aimed. Again she failed to catch what sort of creature had saved her but solely&nbsp; focused on the arachnid beast. Which is why she stood there stunned in disbelief as the creature wailed and shrunk away into the shadows with the last bit of strength it had. How? But she did not have time to contemplate how this creature was so quickly defeated, Lifting the bow she steadied her breath and aimed for death. The arrow released and the taught bow string snapped loudly as the arrow flew forward hitting its targets head. A loud hissing wail sounded and soon silenced as the creature finally met the end of its days. <br><br>"Are you okay?" Inara finally called out as she regained her bearings. She advanced slowly the bow at her side. Green eyes widened as the full view of the man that saved her came into view. "Who are you?" She nearly yelled defensively drawing her dagger and holding it out in front of her. He had the face a man, as well as the upper torso, but then is all disappeared.&nbsp; "What are you" She quickly corrected herself, her eyes still fixated on the his lower half that was like a horse. He was covered in the insides of the spider, a horrible stench fuming off of him. She couldn't hold back any longer and quickly covered her nose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 21:49:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grunting now, Anchius forces himself back up to a fully standing position as the spider backs away.&nbsp; Not having paid much attention to the lady caught in the web, he doesn’t see her free herself from it either.&nbsp; Tensing his muscles in preparation for another attack from this beast, his fingers tighten around the grip of his dagger.&nbsp; With his knuckles whitening a little now, his eyes grow a bit wider as the beast groans and falls to the side.&nbsp; Unsure if it is dead or playing some form of trick, the large centaur takes a hesitant step closer towards the beast after it flopped down to the ground.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Peering over the large arachnid, Anchius wastes no time in making certain the beast is in fact dead as one hoof comes down powerfully upon the creature’s head.&nbsp; With a crunch and then squish, his foreleg and part of his lower torso is covered in the spray of goo that comes spurting out from the creature.&nbsp; Turning now to see just who he had saved, his eyes grow wide for a moment.&nbsp; A human, he had saved a human.&nbsp; Weren’t those two legged things supposed to be myth?&nbsp; His thoughts tumble around for a moment, before realizing that this lady was actually –speaking- to him!&nbsp; Oh, oh goodness…this is not something you run into every day, he thinks to himself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing internally, his lips turn upwards into a smile as his eyes take in her form now.&nbsp; What am I, he thinks.&nbsp; As if it was really hard to see.&nbsp; But still, his voice comes out softly while he holds his arms out to his side.&nbsp; Even though the dagger is still in his hand, he is trying to appear as non-threatening as he is able to.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Madam, I am Anchius.&nbsp; A centaur…”&nbsp; Sniffing now himself, his nose wrinkles as the smell of the beast’s death and innards assault his nostrils.&nbsp; “A sickeningly rank centaur, due to that beast.&nbsp; There is a stream not far from here, we can talk and clean ourselves there.&nbsp; Come, I give you my word that I mean you no harm.”&nbsp; Lifting his head slowly, his ears twitch a little at some unheard sound far off in the distance.&nbsp; “We should move, before scavengers come to find their meal.&nbsp; I would rather not fight them off as well.”&nbsp; Turning slowly to seek out his bow now, his hand flicks any ichor off of the dagger’s glinting blade before he sheathes it at his side.&nbsp; As he turns though, she can see just exactly how like a horse he is, as the broad tip of his large manhood is poking out of the sheath between his legs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I would offer you a ride, but not when I am covered with this mess.&nbsp; But please, we should hurry.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHappyMoonkin</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 00:24:05</strong>
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				Head tilted to the side she continued to stare. 'They are just a myth….' she kept trying to tell her self over and over in her head, just like the spider and the beast..' reality sunk it, just how much had the elders of the village kept from them. Still, Inara stood defensively not lowering her dagger even when the centaur in front of her introduced himself with a rather sunny disposition. Senses now semi adjusted to the smell of the spiders inside her hand slowly reclined to her side. Distressed red hair was chaotically down around her shoulders, parts of it matted together from the sticky webbing of the spiders trap. Inwardly she grimaced at the feeling eyes momentarily closing. <br><br>"Scavengers? What are Scavengers?" Was it a general statement, or another enormous beast that would come to devour her as well? She was more alarmed than she wished she be, so much for a great huntress and defender of the lives lost and corrupted by the beast. Every crack and rustle of woods made her jump now as her eyes darted from place to place, she took several steps closer to the harsh smelling centaur. He certainly had heard something, the twitch of his ears.. those strange ears. By now her own dagger had been sheathed and her bow swung over her shoulder, she really didn't have much of choice now did she, if she wanted to get to a safe place. "Anchius you said?" Slowly her defenses softened and she moved as close as her sense of smell would allow. As she drew closer he turns to replace his blade in its sheath and her eyes momentarily widened. 'Part horse…' She inwardly swallowed laughed a bit awkwardly quickly turning the opposite way before he could notice her staring at the sheath between his legs and what it housed. Quickly she declined and reassured him that she would rather walk. "Right….. thank you.." Her voice dropped a bit as once more she looked around the clearing. "I will try to keep up"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Forest Path</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 10:37:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blinking a little as this lady talks, his head tilts ever so slightly to one side.&nbsp; Scavengers?&nbsp; Really, did she not know the simplest aspect of life?&nbsp; That the dead are eaten, and thus returned to the forest from where they came?&nbsp; Shaking his head as a chuckle escapes his lips; he starts to slowly walk off in the direction of the small stream he had mentioned.&nbsp; Looking back as he walks, he eyes her once to make certain that she is going to follow along.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Scavengers.&nbsp; Things that come along to eat the fallen creatures that die?&nbsp; Only, they do grow a tad larger than most, it may seem.”&nbsp; As he speaks his hands move up towards his chest to indicate around two feet or so.&nbsp; Then shrugging his shoulders, he drops his hands back towards his sides to continue on to the stream.&nbsp; Choosing to not further embarrass this poor lady as she comments about his form, or whatever she might have seen, he simply remains quiet until the two of them soon hear the sounds of moving water.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A he pushes a large fern to one side with one hand, his other hand motions for her to walk ahead of him and into the small clearing that lays beyond.&nbsp; With the fern held back, she is treated to the sight of a small stream that cuts through the forest.&nbsp; A good twenty feet across, the stream is not too very deep for the most part, however there are pools that gather enough water for her to take a small swim should she choose to.&nbsp; As the water crosses rocks, it looks clear and clean, with even a stray fish shimmering in the light overhead.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Please, go ahead and wash yourself.&nbsp; I know I need to get a bit of this stench off of me.”&nbsp; Looking towards her as he starts to walk towards the water himself, there is a playful look in his eyes.&nbsp; “Mayhaps, I might ask your help for that actually.”<br>
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