The Need of Survival and Answers (xKopf and Angzyn)
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				Title: <strong>The Need of Survival and Answers (xKopf and Angzyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nocti</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:55:39</strong>
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				Xav stumbled through the thorn thicket of a nearby bush as he entered a new area within the Kokiri Forest, yet he soon felt that he pushed aside the warnings of the locals who inhabited the forest and fell within the Lost Woods. Yes, he felt lost indeed within this landscape, tall trees surrounded him by all angles, thorny bushes covering the height from his legs down and tall grass inhabited the land where his feet walked upon to try and find a place that was safe. Yes.. a place that was safe, safe from everything that was surrounding him, safe from the inevitable darkness that seemed to consume more and more of the land he ventured too, something he had hoped to avoid. He looked up toward the sky and was only able to make out a faint hint of very dim sunlight, from this slight vision he assumed it was sunset. The sky fading into the night slowly, it's red hue watching over all who wished to venture within this land, keeping wanderer's such as himself and merchants safe from the horde's of undead that would rise from the fields during the nighttime of Hyrule. After he had stumbled into a semi-large clearing, only tall grass clinging to the ground below him he saw a tall tree in the middle of the clearing with pillars of soil all around it, almost as if it was a playground for children, or even 'Skull Kid's' as the local's called them. Deciding that this would be a good enough place to rest for a couple hours until he would try to find his way out of these woods, he walked toward the tree before laying his back on it and running his hand up to his forehead to catch inside the bangs of his hair and push them away from his face.<br><br>&nbsp;Soft droplets of sweat ran along his forehead and along his neck as he had been due to travel for quite some time, arriving at the Forest to seek aid from the Elders, hoping it would be a safe land. Sadly, this was not the case and the Elder's of the land told him to simply hide any place that he felt safe within to shield himself from that man, the man descended of evil, thirsty for power: <em>Ganondorf.</em> He did not dare think of that man at this moment, not after what happened to his parents, to his teacher, to everyone he knew... Running his hand through his hair, he looked outwards at the pillars of soil, noticing this could be used as even an arena for battle if such an opponent was found between two individuals. Giving a soft laugh at that thought, he reached for his flask of water, popping off the metal lid to drink the water he had only earlier taken from a convenient pool of water within the forest. <br><br>He stood semi-tall for his age, sex and race against the tree, standing roughly at 6'3". A slightly above average build, he considered himself no match for a well trained Knight of Hyrule, and even the Queen's army soon fell to the might of Ganondorf. His frame was hidden with poorly kept leather clothing due to his extensive travel, bits of it torn by thorn bushes or ragged of dust from traveling through unknown terrain. He had become accustomed to such clothing growing up as a boy in a poor family within the King's Square. He had practiced in swordsmanship for as long as he can remember, but did not take to the art of marksmanship or the skills of the Magi, his only combat virtue being with the sword. Along his back was a clean and well kept longsword hidden in its sheath, with a Hyrulian Shield protecting the sheath and the sword from an attack from behind. He looked down to his knees to notice the gray leather tunic had softly become scratched and worn, as his hand reached back to place itself on the shield he had 'stolen' from a man he respected so very much.<br><br>The man, was the shopkeeper who ran his life around the needs of others in the square, selling goods to travelers and residents alike with a friendly smile and a certain charm about him that made him a town favorite. Though after the invasion of the undead, the evil and the twisted, the shopkeeper was slain with his inventory simply left lying around. Xav did not think twice about stealing any goods he could use to escape the town and be on his way, hopefully to a life filled with better thoughts and truths then his family, friends and acquaintance's being slaughtered without a moments thought. Returning one day to find the town in a dreary state, any sign of life removed he knew that all was not well within the land, something had gone terribly ill. Yet he shook this memory from him, not wishing to think about it now of all times. Reaching into the bag he had strapped to his left leg by a series of ropes wrapping around the mass, he pulled forth a piece of meat and set out to cook it for the nutrients he needed to survive yet another day. This was a forest after all, he had every tool around him needed to start a fire and a roast. <br><br>Rummaging around the forest he soon found pieces of thin wood and dry leaves that would be used as tinder, thick pieces used for fuel, rocks used for protection and a long sharp stick used to impale the meat. He began to dig about three feet away from the tree first with his hands, then with his boots when his hands could no longer grip the soil. Once the hole was deep enough he placed rocks around it and threw the tinder into the hole, placing two sticks on the outer perimeter of the rocks and one stick lying on top of the two outer edges on those of the edge of the rocks. Impaling the meat through the center stick he used two rocks as a flint, clashing their hard, brittle edges against each other until sparks were flying and the tinder was set ablaze. Waiting until the ember of the fire was strong enough to support himself he placed the long, thick pieces of wood used for fuel onto the fire and waited slowly as his meal began to cook. Soon enough, the meat was warm and he knew it would be thick and chewy, an appetizing meal as he could have ever hoped for. Taking it quickly from the two sticks he removed the skewer from it and took a hearty bite, his stomach becoming quite pleased as he simply sat back and enjoyed his meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Need of Survival and Answers (xKopf and Angzyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 06:25:49</strong>
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				It would be a day she would never forget. That night she over heard her mother and the leader of her people talking near the door way of their so called “home” with in the might desert fort. That night she learned about the man her mother never once spoke about -her flesh and blood father.- Then again men where rarely talked about among the desert women. Unless it was about new of there lord and king: Ganondorf. Zayla had always thought her father to be yet another poor soul from Hyrule, but never a race of being that legend itself whispered about like shadows in the night. Then again Zayla always knew she was different from her sisters. Eyes of red instead of gold like the desert sand, her hair slightly darker then the red her people normally worn upon their head. Her body build was slightly different, but it helped in the line of work she was trained to do. Like all of the women of this land she had been trained to fight and guard her home, even in times of peace she found herself a wonderful dancer. <br><br>However, unlike the many guards outside the fort she had been trained to be a shadow inside it. Trained with those two powerful twin blades, a bow and other items of stealth it was not hard to see now why she was so good at this art when so many of her sisters took year upon years to train in it. After all the “Shadow People” like they where so often called where told to be naturals in such things and thus the race’s nickname and like the blood of her mother these peoples blood ran threw her veins as well. <br><br>At once she was struck with anger as well as the longing to find this dieing race and learn of her father. Yet at the same time it was weird to her to feel such things for a man. After all, most of her kind never knew their father nor cared to learn about them. Yet, something inside her told her different. She needed to find him and learn about the race that now danced around in her veins. This race that myths talked about and the elders kept in whispers. <br><br>It didn’t take long for Zayla to get her powerful mare ready. The desert horse seeming uneasy about her mistress’ dreams of leaving the fort and her people. Little did she know someone she loved dearly, even if she was angry with her for keeping such a secret, was hiding in the shadows. Watching her child ready herself for a journey that could very well end in heart break as it could with happiness. The words of her mother still ringing in her ears to this day. I was going to tell you sooner or later my dear beloved child. But it seems that you found out before I was ready. Then again I will never be ready to tell you goodbye. Its for the best, even our leader agrees that your father’s blood line puts you in grave danger with our King. If he would ever find out what your father was….I would not be able to save you so you could see your last sun rise. Go and ride fast before your sisters find you gone and marked a trader. Before they find out the truth that can not be hidden in your eyes. <br><br>It was not long after those words her mother gave her a bag of clothing. After all, after Ganondorf took power their kind where no longer welcome in most areas of Hyrule. Plus, these new clothes would hide her true self from her desert race as well. The clothing of her father’s people, the “Eye of Truth” printed deep into the cloth that hung from her body. Bandages, worn cloths, light leather armor and belts seemed to cover every inch of her body now. Her face hidden by a bright red cloak like scarf. Hell, it would be hard to tell her from a man or woman in this attire little less if what race she was besides that of the “Shadow People.”<br><br>She was now in her second week of traveling, finding herself deep in the forest of the Kokiri. Along her travels she had heard stories of this place, but now it seemed the stories where not just something to scared little children….Zayla was lost as lost could been in this maze of trees and brush. Even her horse seemed to as lost as her rider. Every now and then stopping only to do a full three-sixty before letting out a long nay. The mare’s tail swaying and head shaking as if to tell her owner its frustrations. But Zayla would only dig her heels into the strong leg muscles of the horse and drive her forward. After all night was falling fast and they would need to find a safe place to make camp. Leaving only the sound of saddle bags swaying as the horse would unwillingly move forward once again. The red sky of the setting sun only adding to her knowledge of time in this place.<br><br>So it seemed though the smell of fire seemed to replace that of the forest around the desert woman. That was odd, she didn’t see any flames. Nor did she know of any one else that traveling threw this place. Having seen no foot prints in the ground nor any other sign of life. That was until she entered the small clearing, her horse once again stopping. This time because of the sight before them. A man sitting next to his fire, eating a meal that smelt as good as it looked.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Need of Survival and Answers (xKopf and Angzyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nocti</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 12:19:16</strong>
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				The meat was well cooked, the inside had no hue of red or pink within it and it was chewy and tender. It reminded him of his father's cooking, a bit rough on the edges but it tasted good enough on an empty, hard worked stomach. Holding the hot meat within his leather gloves he quietly enjoyed his meal in solitude, or what he thought was solitude, as soon he heard the hoof steps of a horse clank toward him. Soon, the horse and it's owner were in vision of him as he was in mid bite of his meal. Chewing and swallowing the last bit of food, he placed the meat down on a nearby leaf, almost sighing inside as he was low on rations as it was, violence was not something he needed right now. <br><br>Standing up he reached behind him for his shield, the crest of Hyrule painted along it's front as he held it within his hand, leaving his sword sheathed for now. It would be a shame to start unneeded violence, and a greater shame to cause wear and tear to a blade when it could have been avoided. Standing tall and firm he looked at his visitor and began to inspect them... that ceremonial style of clothing, and his eyes barely recognized, or what he thought was, The Eye of Truth. It would be common, for what little he knew of the Sheikah, the "Shadow People" He knew the symbol and of the people from his short lived studies and his teacher. Though he had never seen the symbol except in texts and on one painting within the Temple of Light that was not far from his home. The figure before him must belong to that ancestry, the royal blood of Hyrule... In a normal circumstances one would wonder greatly on a Sheikah coming before them, their place within the history and lore of the land was strong, but this was not such a circumstance. <br><br>The truth was that Xav did not know if this person did not belong in the hands of Ganondorf, and in this age it could be plausible that it was the case. His rule extended far and strong within the land, those that dared oppose him were quickly slaughtered in malice. He took a moment to think what to say, he did not expect to find anyone in this place, the Lost Woods. Could this traveler in fact be lost as well? It was not a impossible situation, but just as well they could be an assassin of Ganondorf meant to kill every last Hylian... After further visual observing he found it was hard to tell if it was a male or female at the moment. The frame could belong to either gender as it was hidden within clothing, even their face was masked. A strong gust of wind passed through the clearing, causing his blond hair to sway softly as his blue eyes stared at his visitor, wanting to be sure of their intentions before they would look anywhere else. Sheikah were known to be exceptionally skilled warriors, able to kill a man with any tool, ranged, melee or magic. He had never fought a magi before and was sure that it would not be a pleasant experience, if the one before him was indeed skilled in those arts.<br><br>"If you serve the Dark Lord you have ventured far from his reign of control, he will not be able to aid you here!" He said, projecting his voice toward her once more, trying to remain calm and firm in his stance. Feet planted into the ground heavily, his body pushed up and out as his shield rested in his left hand at his side, his right hand wanting to shake softly as he knew at any moment he might need to draw his blade. Deciding that they could very well be lost, he should at least try to be civil. His father, mother and teacher did not raise a killer who would attack without words being held first. "I am Xav, a Hylian simply trying to enjoy a meal within these haunted woods... Why do you come here, stranger?" He spoke moments after he had taunted his visitor, but could one blame him in this day and age? The world was slowly coming to an end, the Royal Family was either dead or vanished, the Royal Knights were slaughtered, his family and people were killed... It was not easy to trust anyone in this world at this time.<br><br>With his right hand he brought it up to run it through his hair, something he often did when slightly nervous, anxious or simply bored. It was almost instinct and something he did without noticing, his hand trailing through his hair before he caught himself and put his hand back to his side if need be to withdraw his blade. He tried to examine the symbol that he thought to be the Eye of Truth better, but they were a fair distance apart from each other, visible but not fully distinguishable. He looked back to the side for a moment to examine the fire, the last thing he needed was a forest fire as well as a battle, the Kokiri damning his soul in the afterlife with everything else on his plate at the moment. He then moved his head back to look at his visitor, it was only seconds he looked away, simply a nudge of the head to check the fire then back to the situation at hand, but to him it felt like an hour could have passed due to the importance of awareness in battle. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Need of Survival and Answers (xKopf and Angzyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 23:18:27</strong>
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				“I do not serve the Dark Lord, not anymore my dear knight.” Her eyes falling onto the shield the man held out before him. She had seen shields like that before, on the arms of Hylian Knights that came to the fort before the war started. It was only natural she thought the man before her was the same as the men she had seen as a child. “Well Xav, I am Zayla and I am hear looking for my clan. It seems we got separated some time ago.”<br><br>The horse under her once again let out a nay, her hove digging at the ground as she lowered her head to try and nip at the long grass under them. The The Eye of Truth on Zayla’s clothing better seen as the mare lowered her head. The Sheikah letting go of the reins, letting them hook loosely on the saddle below the rider’s body. Letting the horse relax, better then risk the powerful animal go into a panic. “We mean you no harm, only looking for a place to stop for the night.”<br><br>The large animal moved slightly under it’s rider, with grace and easy that would not startle the man Zayla was talking to. Giving Xav a better side view of the rider, saddle bags and the two swords and bow that was mounted on the back of the horse. Two clay jugs filled with some kind of liquid making softly clanging together. <br><br>Hands now moving to rest on the animal, it seemed even the Sheikah’s fingers where shielded from the elements. Those red eyes never leaving the man that stood next to the fire. Watching as he quickly looked at the flames then back to her. They way he moved his hands threw his hair, the way he acted around her. Zayla could not help but ask, “Nervous boy?”<br><br>Boy, the word itself was used lightly. He could have been older then her for all she knew. But it was a word they used to address many men. She had no moved. Not gone to grab at her weapon to attack him, even if a part of her did wish to steal the meat that was now resting on the large leaf behind him. Her own gut starting to rumble out loud. It had been a while sense she had last stopped and rest. After all the large field just outside these woods where not a safe place now and days to just stop and rest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Need of Survival and Answers (xKopf and Angzyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nocti</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 01:22:33</strong>
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				Xav watched as she came before him slowly on the reigns of her horse. Soon he started to get a better view of her visage as he noticed she had two swords and a bow within her possession. He could tell now that it was a female after she had spoken to him. He kept silent as he listened to her words, letting her tell him her purpose for being here and her desire to approach him on mount. She even had the audacity to call him a boy. He decided to respond in kind as she had done the same, keeping a fair distance and telling him the truth that she no longer serves the Dark Lord, the one who was the cause of every problem that he seemed to carry heavily on his shoulders.<br><br>"This clearing is ample enough for the two of us if you would wish to remain here, I will not stop you. As for my nervousness, can you blame a man for being tense within these haunted woods, in this time? Knowing at any moment a undead servant or living knight of Ganondorf could come out of the shadows and kill you? You would be a fool not to be slightly anxious about your safety in this time.." As he spoke his words started to get softer, less was he talking to her and more dwelling on what had happened within his mind. He noticed the two clay jugs that were on the back of the horse, yet decided not to comment on that either at this time, her property was her own and he would not intrude on it. <br><br>He placed the shield back in a harness he made for it on his back as he went back to his sitting position. Picking the meat up, he dusted it off on the side that it rested on the leaf as he took another bite of it, being almost starved in this journey, deciding to trust her words that she was not an enemy and would not harm him. He decided to make soft conversation while he ate to clear the mood of the hostilities he shown her only moments earlier, yet as he thought, could you blame him? <br><br>"Have you seen the passageways? Well, they seem to be passageways. The forest will stretch off at points that seem to lead to places in Hyrule, if one were to master these they would be able to move about with almost ease and could traverse our kingdom with such ease to make even the Sage's jealous. Though, after I spotted one I thought lead to the Hyrule Castle of all places, I walked away thinking it could not be. When I attempted to find the passageway once more, I ended lost and eventually found myself here. Quite the maze the Kokiri seem to keep hidden away from travelers, as they probably know it's secret and consider it a holy place, as with their own forest." <br><br>He softly bit into the meat and chewed it, making sure to at least keep some manners in front of his new acquaintance no matter how starving he may had been, wolfing down food in front of another would be simply rude. He had taken to his teachings that his father, mother and teacher had given him quite well and hoped that even small things like manners and conversation could be of use in this twisted world. Wondering if the world would come to an end and simple joys they all took for granted would cease to end.. 
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:24:09</strong>
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				She seemed to listen little to what he had to say beyond that of Xav stating there was more then enough room for both of them to stay here. Or at less that’s the way she acted. Sliding off her horse, leading the mare more over toward the tree but not bothering to tie her up. Seemed she trusted the horse not to run off if anything was to happen. Taking her time to take a few things off the beast that seemed to include one of the jugs, saddle bags and a roll of cloth that could only be used for sleeping on. <br><br>Setting them on the ground behind the tree from Xav before finally speaking, “I really don’t think these woods are haunted. Enchanted maybe to keep the unwanted out or lost which only as me thinking what can be so great in these woods that is in need of being guarded so well. As for these passageways you speak of. No I have not seen them, then again I was not really looking for them. Though I would have to say I agree with you. If one could master them traveling would be an ease and one would not have to worry about getting lost.”<br><br>Her voice seemed to become clearer as she spoke, and if he would dare to look behind the tree he would see Zayla removing that red cloth from her face. Proving his guess of her gender to be right. The skin of her face, which had all but been hidden before, could be seen now. Youthful and beautiful like most of her mother’s race was. Skin kissed by the cruel desert sun, misplaced by the blood red eyes of her father’s race. If one knew their knowledge of the different people of this land one could tell she was mixed. <br>Taking some water from the jugs she would wash her face, wiping off the white paint that was under her eyes in the shape of three triangles under each eye. Returning the jug to her lips to drink from it. Taking a seat next to the tree and pulling her saddle bag to her lap. From it she would pull out some flat looking bread that was common found on travelers along with dried out meat. Eating it as the man ate his cooked meat. <br><br>It was not the most pleasing of meals but the items she carried for food would not go bad as fast. Nor had she seen a town in the past few days to buy fresh food. But she didn’t complain. Holding a piece of meat in her lips as she untied the ropes that held the roll of cloth together. Unrolling them into a make shift bed that would be used instead of the hard cold ground. Nothing seemed to be on her mind as of now. Which would be rare in a time like this….but it didn’t seem to bother her as much as it did the man she was sharing this clearing with. <br>&nbsp; 
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