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Post by Frankie on Mar 18, 2006 23:59:37 GMT -5
((This RP is between me and SD. No touchy if you aren't her.))
Frankie looked around. Umar wasn't such a big town, she thought. Actually rather cozy, for her tastes. But then, Frankie didn't exactly have normal tastes.
The slender girl fingered the knife around her waist and looked around. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Frankie shrugged, pulling out a leather strap and tying up her long, mousy-brown hair. Her green-gray eyes shone in the light of dusk, and the wind wreaked havoc, pushing against her. Her shirt flapped and made unnecessary noise, and she wrinkled her nose in distaste. It wasn't her favorite shirt, and far too white. It stood out.
Her brown leather pants, in contrast, were silent. Frankie snorted, and ducked into cover, where she hastily removed the white shirt. Digging through her knapsack, the girl removed a nicer, quieter shirt. It was a dark brown in color, and if the girl had known about style, complemented her pants. While the knapsack was open, Frankie also put on her dark green cloak. While it had helped in the forest that was her home, but here it just made her stand out more. Quite frankly, she didn't care.
Frankie mused over these thoughts for a while as she closed up her knapsack and swung it over her shoulder.
She clasped the handle of her knife and pulled it out, holding it as though ready to strike. The feeling of being watched...It was overwhelming now. Frankie shuddered, and her thumb rubbed against the sapphire set in the hilt of the knife. She didn't say anything, though, just stood there in the alleyways, waiting.
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Mar 24, 2006 21:05:39 GMT -5
Arrok ran dodging people and carts, she was running away from the scene of the crime. Arrok had just stolen a loaf of bread and the guards were on her tail. She ran and ran, her dirty blond hair flapped back in the wind. Arrok panted she wasn't a good runner but she would run for food any day! She hadn't eaten for three or four days and Arrok was hungry enough to steal, and she did. Her long sword was weighing her down so she couldn't go any faster. Arrok went into an alley-way hoping that the guards would miss her......no they came charging. Arrok ran for it turning, left....right......right again.....left and then right. Pretty soon the guards were gone. Safe. Arrok let out a sigh of relief and took a bite of her bread. It felt good to have food in her stomach again, she quickly took another. Pretty soon she devoured the whole loaf. Now she wasn't as hungry as she was a minute ago. Arrok smiled in a satisfied matter, looking up at the sky. She then began to wander the alley-ways hoping to find a place that she could rest. Then she saw some one, Arrok hide behind a wall and fingered the handle of her sword. She held her breath so the person could not hear her breathe.
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Post by Frankie on Mar 24, 2006 21:29:51 GMT -5
Frankie looked around. No one. But a familiar smell lingered in the air. Wet dog...
"Aatu!" Frankie laughed, and a good-natured smile broke out on her face.
A large wolf trotted out from behind her, and she patted him on the head, still grinning. It was he who had been watching her. Frankie sighed. Better her friend than an enemy.
"Well, Aatu, I assume you left Shirian alone?" She grinned and chuckled. Her eyes danced, but they still managed to have a serious, feral...wild look in them. Her knife was still unsheathed, for she never did like being in the lands of civilized peoples. They stared. Frankie shook her head and slowly stroked Aatu's silky fur. She was thinking of dreams, memories, and other things too unimportant for her to care about, when Aatu's fur stood up, and he began to growl. It was obvious he smelled something, but Frankie had no clue what.
"Aatu?" she asked, silently.
Her companion took a step forward, and so did she, one hand resting on his back. They walked through an alleyway or two, Aatu stopping often to sniff the air and growl.
Finally, they stopped in a sort of clearing in the alleys. Frankie looked around, but saw nothing.
The girl didn't say anything, just waited. Aatu never lied.
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Mar 24, 2006 21:51:42 GMT -5
Arrok closed her eyes. She has a wolf......if only Aquil was here, then he could distract the wolf maybe..... She sighed, but quickly covered her mouth in shock when she rememebered that a wolf and a armed girl was standing just a corner away from her! Aquil is off hunting for worms....Aurum is far away from here, I am alone.....very alone.... She thought in fear. Arrok was afraid of humans, her father was the only one she could trust, her father was every thing to Arrok and now he has been in Heaven for a month. Not even a natural, painless death that got him it was a human that took him out of Arrok's world.
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Post by Frankie on Apr 15, 2006 14:41:26 GMT -5
Aatu continued to growl, and Frankie continued to wait. She began to doubt him ever so slightly, but said nothing. Finally, the wolf took a couple of steps forward, lightly sniffing the air. Frankie waited, gripping the handle of her knife, looking as though she wished she, too, could smell things like her companion.
The silence was getting to her, irritating, like a bug that won't go away. But Frankie knew you could easily smack and kill the bug. Finally, a tentative whisper escaped her, so low that it could just faintly be heard.
"Hello?"
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Jun 9, 2006 10:42:41 GMT -5
Arrok couldn't take it anymore, she could not hold her breath any longer for her head felt like it was going to explode. She let it out and quickly covered her mouth for it was loud enough for anyone with keen ears hear. You blew it now, Arrok, no more hiding...wait...your sword, yes thats it! The sword pull it out! Pull it out! Arrok grinned at this idea, this way she was not like a helpless rabbit trapped in a corner by a wolf. Arrok pulled her sword out of the case strapped around her worn-out leather belt. She then walked slowly out of behind the wall, facing the girl. Arrok's heart beat faster and faster as she saw the girl in front of her. Just be calm, calm is the perfect escape...ease your sword yes, that way the girl wont think you think her as an enemy... Arrok did what the voice inside her head told her, and gently, lowered the tip of her sword so it was facing the ground. "Hello." She said firmly.
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Post by Frankie on Jun 10, 2006 2:26:54 GMT -5
((Oh my old geezers, you replied! *lays on top of you and drools* Yay!
....Goodness, I'm awfully happy for it being 1:18 in the morning.))
D**n, Frankie thought. She has a sword and all I have with me is my knife. Well, I do have a wolf. That evens the odds some.
With a start, Frankie noticed that Aatu was snarling. His fur was standing on end, and he started to lunge.
Lightning fast, Frankie tackled him. He nearly sank his fangs into her arm, but realized in the nick of time who she was, and stopped. Frankie held him in a headlock for a few more seconds, until he stopped snarling at the girl, and got up. Frankie tucked her mousy-brown hair behind her ears, brushed a bit of wolf hair off her clothes, and put on what she hoped was a friendly smile. If this girl belonged to the town, and considered her a threat, she was as good as dead.
"My apologies," she said in her town voice, or one which was very quiet, bordering on the edge of shyness, yet with a firmness and confidence. It was a rather odd voice, just as she was a rather odd girl. "I didn't want him to get injured by your sword."
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Jun 11, 2006 20:50:38 GMT -5
Arrok let out a quiet sigh of relief, for she didn't think for even a moment that she could defeat an armed girl the same size as her and her wolf all at once. Arrok then heard a loud flapping and squawking above. She looked where the sound was coming from, of course, Aquil, he always loved to be as loud as possible so if Arrok was ever in trouble, trouble would always be guided by her mischievous friend, Aquil the raven. Aquil squawked and cawed louder and louder, but suddenly became silent as he saw the girl's wolf. Aquil landed on Arrok's shoulder and cooed in her ear quietly. Arrok stroked the raven's head, feeling glad that now at least she was not by herself with this armed stranger. Aquil pecked her finger softly, he wasn't in the mood for a nice pet on the head, he was far more nervous than he should about the wolf. He paced back and forth over Arrok's shoulders, cawing quietly from time to time. Arrok stopped him by a glare and he made a squawk and sat on her left shoulder, making an irritated snorting sound. "You'll have to forgive my raven, if you were trying to be secret I'm afraid he'll do you know good with his sqawking....noisey little nusence...." Arrok said smiling slightly.
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Post by Frankie on Jun 28, 2006 16:31:13 GMT -5
((I'm pretty sure I've made another post here that's so similar it's scary...))
Frankie made another attempt at a small smile. Shifting weight from her left to right legs, then back again, she wondered at the girl in front of her.
"Um..." she said softly, mostly to herself, though she didn't doubt the girl could hear her. Running a slim but slightly scarred hand through her mousy brown hair, she asked quietly, "What's your name, anywho?"
((Ph34r its shortness and crappyness.))
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Jun 28, 2006 17:57:35 GMT -5
Arrok took a sharp breathe, and stiffened, but then relaxed, clearly, this girl was not of the law so it would be safe to answer truthfully. "I am Arrok The Thief and friend of the dragons." She said taking a bow. Aquil flapped his wings trying to keep his balance. "And who would you be?" Arrok asked the girl, giving Aquil a sharp poke in the side.
((Ph34r my blank imagination.))
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Post by Frankie on Jun 28, 2006 19:59:02 GMT -5
Frankie dipped her head slightly, olive-brown eyes gleaming. "I would be Frankie, wayword warrior and wanderer, and..." she paused, then shook her head. "And this would be my friend, Aatu."
As Frankie relaxed, her voice did as well. Now it was full of confidence in herself, that she believed in what she could do. She shrugged, she had never bowed to anyone, or anything.
Aatu too didn't bow, but made a soft wuffing sound and sat down by Frankie, who reached out and casually patted him on the head. They both studied the girl who named herself Arrok, wondering what they were going to do now.
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Jul 12, 2006 18:05:53 GMT -5
Arrok, felt a bit awkward, speechcraft wasnt her specialty, the only things that she really knew was to sneak, hide, kill, steal, and a bit of cunning on the side. "So....." She started, trying to make a confersation with this stranger, Frankie, "What brings you to Umar? Its not a very popular city, and no one's very plesent to be around either..." She asked, looking at the stone walls remembering when she first came here, with her father, and brother. Never did she think for a second that her father was to be killed, and she cirtennly didnt think that his life was to be taken by theives, by his own members....Traitors.... Arrok thought bitterly, since her father's death, she had taken his place, a theif, no more than a pickpocketing, purse stealing rogue....Arrok could hardly believe that she wanted to be a royal gaurd when she was young, now look at her....Stealing, and breaking the law hundreds of times. And to think that she could have had that life....If it wasnt for her brother....damn you Wen...damn you to hell.... She cursed her brother in her thoughts, He could have taken this role, he could be a pickpocker, not me! I could have been someone useful! Pah, damn him!
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Post by Frankie on Sept 16, 2006 14:03:22 GMT -5
"Why?" Frankie asked slowly. That was a good question. What had made her come here, of all places? "Well," she said slowly. "I came here because it was close. I needed to sell some of my wares." She nodded slowly.
She wasn't aware of city or town manners. Most of her life was spent in the wilderness, runnning off on a whim. There was, however, a town that she loved dearly. All the people who lived within were fine and nice, country folk, yet wiser than any who lived in the city. She knew everybody there, and they knew her. Frankie, that crazy barefoot girl who belonged nowhere, who would go out after midnight and run and jump, sneaking around past houses, and breaking into the houses of her friends.
With an inward smile, Frankie remembered one of those friends. He was an elf, and many years her senior. She respected him, and he claimed to tolerate her.
With a small shake, like a dog, or wolf, ridding itself of water in the coat, Frankie brought herself back to the present. "And you?" She asked. "Why are you here?"
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Sept 21, 2006 17:35:30 GMT -5
Arrok hesitated before answering "I...I came here with my father and my brother, Wen, my father was murdered not long ago, and according to the laws of the Theives...One child must inherit the trade, I, being the least fortunate, got the title, while my dear brother got to do whatever he pleased..." Arrok cringed at the thought of her brother, going off on his own with a sack slung onto his shoulder, everything that was in there former hut in the bag, all except the thievery tools and weapons, he had written a letter that told Arrok that she was to get the trade "You've always been sneaking around." The letter said, course, Arrok had to take it to one of the towns men in order to read it.
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Post by Frankie on Nov 16, 2006 19:00:36 GMT -5
Frankie nodded her head sharply. "I see." After all, what do you say to that?
Frankie's thoughts drifted back, trying to see if she could remember her own parents. All she got for her efforts was a headache. With a sigh, she rubbed her temples.
"So, you're a theif by law? Breaking the law, for the law..." Frankie mused over this for a while. What would she do if somebody told her she had to do something.
Well, that's simple... She thought. I'd say no. It was obvious that this Arrok hadn't wanted to be a thief. So why not say no?
She wondered for a while if she should bring up the subject, then decided it was rather too soon. Perhaps later - if there was a later.
Frankie dropped down and grabbed her sack, securing it over her shoulders. She realized that she had come to town to sell the items she had collected during her travels, and that the sun was setting.
"Say," Frankie said to Arrok. "D'you know when the stores close around here? I'd kind of like to get all this junk out of my pack. I had planned to leave later tonight, but if the stores are closing soon, then I might just be forced to stay here." Frankie wrinkled her nose. There was only one town in which she preferred to stay. She had always preferred to sleep under the stars - or maybe in a roadside inn or pub. But towns just never felt safe, too crowded. She wanted to leave - and soon.
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