22-02-2015, 12:53 PM
[I've an upcoming exam and a very busy period ahead with an extra course starting tomorrow on top of it. I'll take some time to adjust. For this, I have something for Zark to 'tend to' as she's my most demanding character.]
The Elder once again sat at the dock. An old woman seated there for some time each day for over a month now, waiting for word from her husband. This day, with a more saddened expression as her hope to receive a letter had been slowly dying. The sailors paid the warrior in her black robe no mind.
Zarkaylia was tending to her pet, a cinnamon brown little rat that she'd recently come to name Scribbles, when a man down the shore suddenly called out. She raised her gaze to stare at the waving and approaching man with a light frown. It was a sailor, without doubt, and the old warrior held little love for any sailors she didn't know closer.
"Ahoy, ma'am?" The man called, apparently that's what he'd called before, and Zark's frown deepened as she pushed herself up to stand and reply. The little rat she let return to its safe haven at her bosom.
"Aye, what?" The Elder replied "Something the matter, kid?"
The young sailor smiled at her "Aye, ma'er o'fact there be..." The man halted before the Elder and lowered his voice while he kept that false light hearted smile "Yer c'min' with 's."
Before the young man had even finished his sentence Zark felt a hand on her shoulder, and responded with a snarl and a backhand as she spun. Whoever sailor that had snuck up behind her she'd gotten straight on the nose and blood stained the dock. But that's how far the Elder got before she halts her actions at the unmistakable feeling of the pointy end of a knife at her back. Should she act anyway, take the risk...? No, it was a poor situation to act upon. Zark held no interest in getting killed or hurt. She'd to find another way... and hope there'd be another way to get out of whatever this was. Later. When she'd better odds. With a grunt she replied over her shoulder "Appears that I am..." after which she grumbled to herself with a glance towards Nightveil "Stars damn it all..."
The Elder once again sat at the dock. An old woman seated there for some time each day for over a month now, waiting for word from her husband. This day, with a more saddened expression as her hope to receive a letter had been slowly dying. The sailors paid the warrior in her black robe no mind.
Zarkaylia was tending to her pet, a cinnamon brown little rat that she'd recently come to name Scribbles, when a man down the shore suddenly called out. She raised her gaze to stare at the waving and approaching man with a light frown. It was a sailor, without doubt, and the old warrior held little love for any sailors she didn't know closer.
"Ahoy, ma'am?" The man called, apparently that's what he'd called before, and Zark's frown deepened as she pushed herself up to stand and reply. The little rat she let return to its safe haven at her bosom.
"Aye, what?" The Elder replied "Something the matter, kid?"
The young sailor smiled at her "Aye, ma'er o'fact there be..." The man halted before the Elder and lowered his voice while he kept that false light hearted smile "Yer c'min' with 's."
Before the young man had even finished his sentence Zark felt a hand on her shoulder, and responded with a snarl and a backhand as she spun. Whoever sailor that had snuck up behind her she'd gotten straight on the nose and blood stained the dock. But that's how far the Elder got before she halts her actions at the unmistakable feeling of the pointy end of a knife at her back. Should she act anyway, take the risk...? No, it was a poor situation to act upon. Zark held no interest in getting killed or hurt. She'd to find another way... and hope there'd be another way to get out of whatever this was. Later. When she'd better odds. With a grunt she replied over her shoulder "Appears that I am..." after which she grumbled to herself with a glance towards Nightveil "Stars damn it all..."