forum Figment of Mind (O/O, CLOSED)

Started October 07, 2019 by @Mojack group

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Yazov is a bit surprised when they do not say anything. He watches them mumble something, then leave the area.

“..a your welcome would be nice,” he mutters. Still, he trails after them, attempting to catch up.

Tahki is well aware of her pursuer. His mood has changed much; before he was trying to hold her at gunpoint, and now he is attempting to follow her like a lost dog.

She begins to move quickly. If he is so eager to follow, then he can follow her at this speed.

Yazov begins to rush when he sees them pick up speed. He’s got his rifle slung away now.

It’s probably a good thing, because he runs right into the stranger moments later.

Tahki tenses back up when the human runs right into her, but this time she isn’t prepared. Tahki fell onto the ground, hands gripping the roots. She’s facing the ground, though her hands keep her slightly lifted from it.

Yazov freezes, though he wasn’t lucky either as he also fell over the stranger. He takes a moment to recover, then blinks, looking towards them.

“Sorry,” he began to speak, waiting.

Tahki grits her teeth and pushes herself up, away from him. She turns away, removing the hood, then begins to move again, staying silent.

Yazov grunts as she leaves. As he pushes himself up, he is just in time to see the reveal of their..her face.

“You’re a girl?” He called out, but it wasn’t loud. She’s already on her way.

Silent treatment, the voice in his mind grumbles. He’s better off alone.

The setting sun draws near, and Yazov parts ways, knowing he needs shelter; and fast.

Tahki realizes the human has stopped his pursuit. She slows down, looking backwards, then at the sun. Or the darkening sky, rather.

She begins to move back to one of her many ‘shelters.’ She doesn’t sleep much, but night is dangerous around here.

When she arrives at the shelter, a large tree with plenty of underbrush, she moves into the small cave and pulls her spear in, sitting against the rock. While light is still around, she takes out her notebook, and begins to sketch..

Yazov feels a bit lonely. Even though the girl was not welcoming, at least he wasn’t alone. Bird chirping turns to the bugs..but it’s eerily silent around here. He switches on his night goggles, finding a large log in the woods and so he climbs onto it. High ground it probably better.

Speak of the devil. Something small runs under the log, but there’s many of him. He grips his rifle, and it’s silent for a few minutes. No pitter-patter of the feet of the creatures. Just him and nature.

Until one of them jumps at him.

There’s a sharp crack as he fires into the night.

Tahki is almost finished with the rough sketch when a loud noise echoes through her ears. She freezes, recalling the weapon of the man earlier.

Putting her items in her satchel, she takes her spear and sets off in direction of the noise. She moves quickly, and she begins to realize what is going on.

Yazov doesn’t know what these creatures are. What he does know, though, is that they see him as foe. Or prey. There’s a lot of them. Too many.

He can’t waste ammo, he reckons. He’s just gonna have to fire every now and then.

Tahki stops when the noise gets louder. It’s almost unbearable as she attempts to get closer by moving onto another vantage point; a large, sturdy branch above the log.

Making an attempt to get his attention, she shouts out, “Over here!” As she reaches out a hand.

Yazov tilts his head up into the trees for a moment where he spots the figure. He could’ve sworn he heard..

..oh, that’s the woman from before!

Yazov reaches out and takes her hand.

Tahki feels her grip loosen momentarily, but she tightens her hold before attempting to pull the other up. Even she knows it's not safe on the forest floor; at least around this location. Many wild animals would enjoy easy prey, and since guns were not common use, the animals generally had no fear.

Yazov, putting his rifle away uses his other hand as a support on the branch to bring himself up. When he is fully on the tree, he looks to see his savior, but he is unable to see her features fully in the darkness.

Tahki waits for a moment, moving her free hand to her lips. She shushes him before he can even speak. The animals below are not yet gone. It isn't safe to travel on the ground.

Luckily, she does have a hideout nearby. She shifts on the branch, turning around, and seems to look at the trunk of the tree.

He watches her look, then noticed that she was looking in on a specific area. Yazov opts to stay silent. He can ask questions later. He motions for her to keep going; he’s ready.

Tahki slowly moves across the branch. It may be a large tree, but they do break every now and then. Her hideout happens to be dug into the wide trunk of the tree, and even in the darkness a hole is visible in the tree. It is like a small home. Without hesitation, she quickly moves into it.

Yazov leans back slightly, but not by too much when the woman suddenly goes into the tree.

No, there's a hole in the tree. He goes forwards again, and unlike the woman - cautiously approaches the hideout, only entering it a few seconds later.

Tahki shifts to the side to make room. It isn't an ideal spot, and it's not a large hideout, but it would need to do. Tahki wasn't going to risk going on the ground when the nocturnal pack hunters were out and about. She stayed silent, keeping her bag close to herself.

Yazov looks at the woman. He still can't see her well.

"Thank you," he repeats again. He isn't sure she'll answer like last time. He knows she can speak English, and she's probably aware of that fact. He has to keep his legs tucked in in the hideout to conserve space.

Tahki hears him speak. She seems to glance outside at the night sky, and the moon reflects onto her golden-flecked eyes. Or maybe it's just the moon.

"You are welcome." She responds, with a medium, unidentifiable accent.

Yazov meets her eyes, and for a moment, he wonders about them. No normal human has such eyes. When she responds, Yazov nods.

He closes his eyes.

((timeskip to morning?))

((Yeah))

Tahki takes a while to fall asleep. It's almost like seconds have passed when they're open again, and the early morning sun is here.

She doesn't seem to notice she'd moved in her sleep, onto her companion quite yet. Most people portrayed her type as the type to get up early, be morning birds; ready for action, but sometimes, Tahki liked to enjoy the warm sun. It would be a while before winter hit, anyways.

Yazov opens his eyes, nearly forgetting his current situation. It doesn’t take him long to notice his companion though, to which after some awkward seconds, he mumbles out, “er…”