Post by Elysia on Jan 28, 2010 16:25:15 GMT -5
Hour or so before dawn would illuminate the horizon. Birds of this world still laid dormant in their nests allowing silence to reign few hours more. The woods of the outskirts were thick, still dwelling in twilight of soon coming day. Creatures slumbered as time of night predators has past… Suddenly however a shriek pierced the air. The frightened young mule deer barely out of his fawn days runs swiftly out of the shrub, stumbling shortly before picking up pace. As an arrow the eagle folds his wings maneuvering between the trees the mule deer makes a jump over the rotten trunk heading for a smaller clearing with a pond where he could gain speed. There the creature leapt to the emerald lush grass only to be welcomed by a dark and strange figure. Nostrils flared and poor heart was near jumping out hearing another shriek behind and odd winged shape in front. Pearl teeth sparked as eyes darted to the approaching sound of the bird. Wisp of air moves the blond locks as she makes a step giving the youngling free pass. For a moment the gentle creature stares but mind quickly decides to take advantage of this opportunity.
The almond eyes stay on the deer for a while as it vanishes in the vegetation. The hunter stands observing the surroundings. The peculiar world so alike Recharack and so different all the same still unexplored in its vastness. She looked at the spot from which fawn came and soon with explosion of leaves the large desert eagle erupted. Smirk appeared in the otherwise frozen and cold expression as right arm was extended. Instinctively the bird of prey landed on the wrapped hard leather wrapped around portion of the forearm. “You were greedy today Ramoth” the woman whispered brushing the index finger against the chest feathers. It wasn’t strange to see Ramoth alone on a hunt. Unlike the predator birds she read humans used, the Ka’rath trained their chosen beasts but preserved their wild nature. The connection of hunters and beasts could be described as the closest one might make emotionally among their kind. Though one who said that would be considered a great imbecile. The hunters of Ka’rath were angels, warriors, hunters and above all superb animal trainers.
Three were tests for one to get the sign of clan and those three also principles they lived by. To be truly a hunter, the ruler over wild and warrior of desert one had to become one with the wild in all its forms. Three of nature: prey, predator and hunter were joined by the triangular symbol of their clan. Before predator you must be prey. Children of appropriate age would be sent into the jungle of west and left deep in its heart where trees grew so close twilight was everlasting. The rain forests were richest in all of Recharack, abundant of life and there for also packed with vicious beasts. They had three days to complete the task, survive with nothing but dagger and what was found on them at the time and return to the edge of forest were adults awaited. First mark. Before hunter one must be predator. In the age nearing adulthood by angel standards the young generation of future hunters would be sent to the desert of the south, a sand covered deathbed with dunes mountains could compare to. There lived the great worms of Hanash Dirr, Osth referred to as the dune makers. They were beings of such long of ice life span one might even give them stigma of immortality. The worms could be large as temples and dug under sand. It was duty of the adolescent to track down and deliver one of their four fangs. Second mark. Finally to become hunter one must be unity of three. The victors were sent out to a hunt after a most dangerous beast of their knowledge – the Kamehian tigers of ice chain wasteland of northern mountains. They were highly intelligent creatures that traveled in packs. To defeat them and bring back pelts the Ka’rath had to become one, to be a team in order to cease the triumph. Third mark, triangle sign completed.
They were travelers and supplied the empire with not only game and beasts for the arena but also trained beasts for war. It was usual for the elite of hunters to also have a companion of animal blood. These were not pets, never chained or spoilt. They were extensions of the angels, swords in their grasp… feline, canine, of sky or earth they became the second nature of their angels. The animals for this purpose were not slaves nor Ka’rath warriors masters and because of that only the best and most powerful among them could obtain this bond. Ramoth was such a being. He was a desert eagle, humans would describe him as similar to this ‘bold eagle’ sign she found in their structures only in sand painted feathers. Though resemblance was noticeable he was a far finer celestial ruler. Intelligence and long life made him a perfect partner in hunts, scouting and even combat in necessary. Fingers lightly caressed his chest watching the black sharp eyes while the yellow circle around her pupils shifted. Ending this subtle movement she raised her hand and with a quick move the eagle soared up into the sky…
Sun began to scatter the rays erasing any trace of night. Sunrise flushed the horizon as the almond eyes watched the flying shape become shadow. Light glittered over the gold scales of her specially adjusted chainmail and Greek styled armor. The chest section filled with wider scales, wider resembling the classic armor plate while to sides dividing into numerous smaller parts allowing flexibility. The crescent bladed staff, known as Desert Blade, settled on her back as prime piece among the carefully picked arsenal she had. Sand colored wings shifted as the woman turned towards the pool, striding to the water, the white edge feathers reflecting light as she walked. By the water surface, this planet was abounding with, and knelt down only to take a palm’s worth of crystal liquid and splash it over tanned skin of her face. Dawn came.
The almond eyes stay on the deer for a while as it vanishes in the vegetation. The hunter stands observing the surroundings. The peculiar world so alike Recharack and so different all the same still unexplored in its vastness. She looked at the spot from which fawn came and soon with explosion of leaves the large desert eagle erupted. Smirk appeared in the otherwise frozen and cold expression as right arm was extended. Instinctively the bird of prey landed on the wrapped hard leather wrapped around portion of the forearm. “You were greedy today Ramoth” the woman whispered brushing the index finger against the chest feathers. It wasn’t strange to see Ramoth alone on a hunt. Unlike the predator birds she read humans used, the Ka’rath trained their chosen beasts but preserved their wild nature. The connection of hunters and beasts could be described as the closest one might make emotionally among their kind. Though one who said that would be considered a great imbecile. The hunters of Ka’rath were angels, warriors, hunters and above all superb animal trainers.
Three were tests for one to get the sign of clan and those three also principles they lived by. To be truly a hunter, the ruler over wild and warrior of desert one had to become one with the wild in all its forms. Three of nature: prey, predator and hunter were joined by the triangular symbol of their clan. Before predator you must be prey. Children of appropriate age would be sent into the jungle of west and left deep in its heart where trees grew so close twilight was everlasting. The rain forests were richest in all of Recharack, abundant of life and there for also packed with vicious beasts. They had three days to complete the task, survive with nothing but dagger and what was found on them at the time and return to the edge of forest were adults awaited. First mark. Before hunter one must be predator. In the age nearing adulthood by angel standards the young generation of future hunters would be sent to the desert of the south, a sand covered deathbed with dunes mountains could compare to. There lived the great worms of Hanash Dirr, Osth referred to as the dune makers. They were beings of such long of ice life span one might even give them stigma of immortality. The worms could be large as temples and dug under sand. It was duty of the adolescent to track down and deliver one of their four fangs. Second mark. Finally to become hunter one must be unity of three. The victors were sent out to a hunt after a most dangerous beast of their knowledge – the Kamehian tigers of ice chain wasteland of northern mountains. They were highly intelligent creatures that traveled in packs. To defeat them and bring back pelts the Ka’rath had to become one, to be a team in order to cease the triumph. Third mark, triangle sign completed.
They were travelers and supplied the empire with not only game and beasts for the arena but also trained beasts for war. It was usual for the elite of hunters to also have a companion of animal blood. These were not pets, never chained or spoilt. They were extensions of the angels, swords in their grasp… feline, canine, of sky or earth they became the second nature of their angels. The animals for this purpose were not slaves nor Ka’rath warriors masters and because of that only the best and most powerful among them could obtain this bond. Ramoth was such a being. He was a desert eagle, humans would describe him as similar to this ‘bold eagle’ sign she found in their structures only in sand painted feathers. Though resemblance was noticeable he was a far finer celestial ruler. Intelligence and long life made him a perfect partner in hunts, scouting and even combat in necessary. Fingers lightly caressed his chest watching the black sharp eyes while the yellow circle around her pupils shifted. Ending this subtle movement she raised her hand and with a quick move the eagle soared up into the sky…
Sun began to scatter the rays erasing any trace of night. Sunrise flushed the horizon as the almond eyes watched the flying shape become shadow. Light glittered over the gold scales of her specially adjusted chainmail and Greek styled armor. The chest section filled with wider scales, wider resembling the classic armor plate while to sides dividing into numerous smaller parts allowing flexibility. The crescent bladed staff, known as Desert Blade, settled on her back as prime piece among the carefully picked arsenal she had. Sand colored wings shifted as the woman turned towards the pool, striding to the water, the white edge feathers reflecting light as she walked. By the water surface, this planet was abounding with, and knelt down only to take a palm’s worth of crystal liquid and splash it over tanned skin of her face. Dawn came.