As soon as the wyvern shot hit, he hopped from branch to branch with practiced speed, climbing low enough until he was able to drop himself safely to the ground. Ah, he'd hit her in record time, this round! It didn't mean she was out for the count, though.
25, 24, 23...
The violet-haired elf ran through the flowers towards his friend and crouched next to her splayed out, slumbering form. He quickly removed the knife strapped to his boot and reached forward to the woman, only stopping once his nose caught a familiar scent. He leaned down, sniffing her arms, hands and neck. It was all over her--Kaya's scent. That could only mean one of a few things. When had they...? It didn't matter right now, he could always confirm it if he saw Kaya next.
16, 15, 14...
Nokosi raised his hand back up, intent on finishing the task he'd started out on. He smoothed a hand over her back-length, ivory tresses and picked out a nice clump from underneath the top layer of hair. With a flick of the wrist, he removed the lock and folded the long strands, then stuffed them in his satchel. He would have time to sort that out, later.
6, 5, 4...
He didn't have a moment to spare to properly hide himself, now but the heavy shadows of the trees coupled with the thick foliage was just enough so that he could dive behind a thicket of bushes and press back against the dark patches, effectively melding his own shadow with that of his surroundings.
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25, 24, 23...
The violet-haired elf ran through the flowers towards his friend and crouched next to her splayed out, slumbering form. He quickly removed the knife strapped to his boot and reached forward to the woman, only stopping once his nose caught a familiar scent. He leaned down, sniffing her arms, hands and neck. It was all over her--Kaya's scent. That could only mean one of a few things. When had they...? It didn't matter right now, he could always confirm it if he saw Kaya next.
16, 15, 14...
Nokosi raised his hand back up, intent on finishing the task he'd started out on. He smoothed a hand over her back-length, ivory tresses and picked out a nice clump from underneath the top layer of hair. With a flick of the wrist, he removed the lock and folded the long strands, then stuffed them in his satchel. He would have time to sort that out, later.
6, 5, 4...
He didn't have a moment to spare to properly hide himself, now but the heavy shadows of the trees coupled with the thick foliage was just enough so that he could dive behind a thicket of bushes and press back against the dark patches, effectively melding his own shadow with that of his surroundings.
Their little game was far from over, still.