She kept her arm locked with Iano’s as he led her towards their house. Her feet seemed barely to touch on the ground as she walked, elated and pensive all at the same time and barely able to keep from a flighty run. Iano could feel the tug on his arm as she tried to lead him quickly, though without any hint at where they were headed she was restricted in her leading position. As they finally walked through the threshold of the home she released his arm to allow him to get his belongings. She took this time to busy herself glancing about the place. She picked up a few trinkets idly, not really looking at them, just busying her hands that seemed almost to quiver with the excitement of what to come. Twice she let her eyes roll towards Iano, beckoning him with a blood greedy smile to hurry his departure. She thought not of sleep or any preparations beyond the mental thrumming that was readying her for their trip. She was well rested, her lean body was already coiling itself with longing, her bow fingers tensing and then relaxing in a sort of catlike preparation for use of those spidery claws.
The joy on Iano’s face was mirrored by her own, her eyes searching his as a coy smile began to creep over those hungry lips. As soon as the words fell from him, ”to war,” her shoulders fell back and she flicked the door open quickly and was gone. She was running back towards the bastion; her foot falls were perfectly placed, quick and light. She took a moment to glance behind her and see that Iano, who must have been ill prepared for her bolt, was not yet in sight. It may seem like a game, and in truth it was, but it was a good way for her to stretch out her body, confirm to herself that her movements were still as agile as would be necessary in their coming battle. She didn’t slow as she raced towards a tree, feet seamless in their switch to the climb as she clawed and pushed quickly up the trunk until her arm lashed out and caught a branch to pull herself onto the higher branch, her movements would make even an Olympian drop their jaw in awe. As soon as she reached her selected destination her body stilled. She quickly drew upon serenity, calming her heart and her breathing until they seemed almost nonexistent and her body curled in towards the trunk of the tree. Her people were notorious for this ability, this chameleon trait that allowed her to slip into a sort of grey area in the black and white of human and nature separation. It was a thrilling sort of magic, one that linked the green of her tattoos in a small glow as she focused her mind into both a non-existence and a over indulgence of her existence, a oneness with her surroundings that pulled them into her and stretched her out, a state of mind and magic that had been cultivated and bred into her people until it was as meditation would be to monks, an inevitable. She watched from there as Iano came into view; he wasn’t running full speed and seemed to expect her to attack, ah he knew her well, but even as his eyes searched around, joyous and weary, he grazed over her form without a second glance.
As soon as he passed beneath her she stayed near the trunk and edged to face his back before her fingers wrapped around the branch beneath her and she dropped her weight silently to the ground in a crouching position. Her mind slipped off the focus of her invisibility and if he had turned now he would have seen the little thing with her coy smile showing the slightly pointed teeth still present as she raced after him, this time keeping a beast like canter, her form low to the ground as her spine arched in what would seem an awkward manner for a human, but seemed fitting on the exceedingly tanned form of the wild’har. Her fingers dug into the ground and pushed her to a start, hind legs falling behind only for a moment before she was pushing herself into a bound that had her, once again, tackling the Iano to the ground. She stood in front of him, facial expression unchanging save for a wink she tossed him before bolting off once again.
She beat him to the courtyard, not slowing as she rounded the corner that sent her right heel, encased in the thick snakeskin, sliding across the ground and her left fingers barely slipping over the stone walkway to control the speedy turn that sent her heavy beating heart right into the courtyard. She came to a complete halt as the others came into view, standing up straight and trying to manage a much more composed expression than her exceedingly giddy self felt. Her hand slid across the light sheen that had developed on the back of her neck from the brief workout leading her here, dampness upon her skin coveted even as it brushed against the lengthy locks of her less than pristine hair. She began to saunter up to the group, hearing Iano close behind, the coyness fading from the still exuberant smile as she fell into line with the group and Iano was soon coming to stand at her side. She nudged him playfully in the arm, though he was distracted by the woman standing in the leadership position near them. The woman leader seemed momentarily distracted with Iano as well and Lin habitually, with a forced noncompetitive and respectful lowering of her lashes, took the woman in.
She was unaware of the sword’s meaning and didn’t seem to focus in on it anymore than the rest of the woman’s features. Lin’s dark eyes moved from the woman’s head to her boots, her fingers continuing to flex by her side as she gauged the woman’s worth, even more critical considering it seemed this woman was to lead the rag tag group. Jadda Jadeborn she had said was her name and as she addressed them Lin attempted to pay attention, she at least knew when something important was being said and focused her overly strained attention box.
They would be fighting blackbloods, this was news. Not good, not bad, but news that she would have to mull over. She subconsciously toyed with the Orc tooth that hung from a band over her forehead, creating a crosshair when necessary that stayed with her. A personal kill, but not from a large group as this woman spoke of. Truthfully anyone not weary of an entire, albeit maybe mismanaged, band of Orcs was either an idiot or a God. Lin wavered towards both internalized self views, but really the fear won out enough to focus her thoughts. Orcs fueled the nightmares of misbehaving children that were threatened with truths of them eating the flesh of the defeated young; the adults that told these stories eyes would glaze with a shadowed fear if they had ever had contact with Orc’s themselves. Lin still remembered the first time she saw one up close and it made her lip curl in disgusted. If her people were the beauty and refinement of what beast bonding could bring to a race, lean, agile and quick; well then the Orc was the opposite end of the spectrum. Slower but more vicious than any other race she had come across. Once they had a hold of you, there was little point to do anything but pray. She could still remember the proximity and the smell of the thing as it bore down on her, wounded with multiple arrow flights and fighting savage and vicious as a cornered Devrik until finally blood spilled from its neck.
She mimicked the movements of a few others and glanced around at her group. It had been a long time since she had fought beside a larger number of people and the thought of it was something she felt unsure of, she wasn’t displeased with those around her, but she knew appearances were deceiving. Her expression was wavering between serious contemplation and the remaining excitement and promise of bloodletting, a pensive crook to her eyebrows accompanied by a mischievous smile still etched into those caramel lips. The smile became more prominent as it seemed she settled on a firm truth, this group was as good as any to die next to. She lacked any beliefs that her death would be in vain, or any belief that a death could be in vain, and she held comfort in this even as she knew they would not all return. Her eyes caught a few of the others; Dra’Lix- whose expression seemed to hold more of her pensive thoughts and very little of her excitement was offered a quick wink from those dark eyes that seemed to tug in light and sparkle with the thrill that pulsed through her, the rest were skimmed over rather quickly in favor of the tugging presence Linwe felt as Daisy approached her.
The woman, Lin’s new found muse, was greeted with the batting dark lashes over those eyes. Her previous expression once again slipped into something else- an added note of intrigue, of awe that had that mischievous smile parting to give way to an almost pleading look of honor and kinship. The expression remained as Daisy’s fingers, gentle yet coaxing, graced her lifeblood and name to the dark little hunter. Lin’s eyes focused hard on Daisy’s, shadowy and full of a longing for something wicked, blood, chaos, yet they paused in their fury as they stared into the warriors, calming into a connection of understanding. As Daisy spoke to the Wild’Har Lin found that she was not required to catch every word to feel the meaning of the process. She bowed her head to the woman so that her eyes fell to Daisy’s feet for a moment, a show of trust that transcended language when a hunter gave a blind opportunity for attack. Her own fingers, thin and tipped with the thick nails that came to points as sharp claws, already tainted with chunks of ground that she had acquired during her run, dragged two of the points across her own neck and she repeated the process, standing almost on tip toes to press streaks of blood and dirt upon the warrior.
”Lin”, her hand balled into a fist that came to rest over her heart as she bowed her knees just barely and canted that head to expose her neck, deep oak skin laced with a trickling red, in another silent communication of pack acquiescence. Her hand then snaked up slowly towards Daisy’s neck in attempt to rest her own on the woman’s self inflicted badge.
”It will bring honor to fight and die by your side Daisy. I could ask for no better companions to accompany me to death.” Her eyes flickered just briefly to Iano at the plural of companions and then came back to Daisy with the impish smile once again finding its way to those lips. She was aware of Daisy’s unhidden disdain for her wicked little Tindra, though she had little doubt that one could not prove their mettle to one such as Daisy. She let her hand drop to her side and continued to study Daisy’s face with an ill hidden awe and, after the slight fall in excitement at the mention of Orcs, the feeling seemed rejuvenated as she truly believed the words she had spoken to the human. When she had gone to seek fate, she truly had not expected to be going to battle with the eclectic war party she now was surrounded by.