The pain seared through Daear's shoulder causing the big Tauren to let out a roar of pain.He rolled to his feet causing the hyena to lose its hold on his shoulder. Daear's eyes boiled with fury as he went for his hammer lying a short distance away. The hyena saw this and moved to cut him off letting out a growl. A flash of light illuminated the darkness and fire impacted the hyena from Daear's flame shock, causing the beast to yelp and back off slightly. The Tauren seized his hammer and swung wildly to defend himself from the now charging hyena. The hammer struck the hyena broadside sending it rolling away into the darkness as Daear used the opening to get to his feet. He braced himself and stared into the darkness waiting for the hyena to charge him again. The beast soon came charging into view. Daear motioned his hands for a call and the hyena's movements slowed to a labored crawl as its fur became covered in frost and its joints froze. Daear used the surprise to land a mighty blow on the beast with his hammer. The sound of the hyena's bones cracking echoed into the Barrens. The beast rolled a short distance away and remained still.
Daear breathed a long sigh of relief as he started to turn back toward the camp. As he shifted he notice a figure off in the moonlight. The realization came to Daear an instant too late as the centaur's arrow pierced Daear's previously unwounded shoulder causing the Tauren to drop his hammer and stumble back slightly. Off to the Daear's side a gout of flame illuminated the night as Ero's gun fired. The deafening bang was shortly followed by a crash as the centaur stumbled and fell and continued to thrash around. Daear looked over at Ero as the hunter lit a torch. "Your shot was a little late." Daear joked.
"It was right on time as far as I can see." Ero walked over and began examining Daear's wound in the torchlight. "You should just be glad his aim was as bad as my timing."
Daear smiled through the pain. "I guess should be thankful.. Ahh!" Ero ripped the arrow out of Daear's shoulder suddenly. Blood oozed out of the jagged puncture wound down Daear's arm. "Why didn't you warn me?" Daear managed to cough through the pain with a frustrated tone.
"If I would have warned you then you would have tensed up. That would have torn the muscle worse. Just let me bandage it." Ero began to tear pieces of cloth from his shirt to use as bandages.
"Don't bother with that." Daear winced as he put his hand to his shoulder and a soft glow emanated from his hand. When he removed it the wound was sealed and all that remained was the trail of blood down his arm. "The elements will help me mend."
Ero looked at his torn shirt with some distaste. "You could have told me that before I ruined my shirt." In the distance a wail pierced the darkness and more thrashing sounds continued.
Daear's face became emotionless like a stone. "We should go deal with the wounded one." He stood, retrieved his hammer and began walking toward the wounded centaur with Ero close behind.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Jast: Introduction to Jast Durien
[The following is an OOC description of Jast Durien's history and personality.]
Jast is the kind of person who hates trouble, but always finds it. It could be attributed tohim being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but more likely it is his knack for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Jast was a wander by nature. He spent most of his childhood in the forests of Quel'Thalas and little time anywhere around a settlement. He disliked being around groups of people because he never quite understood how to deal with them. His constant withdrawal made him detached, but he still longed for a sense of belonging in the civilized world. He never really had a good reason for disliking people, he just never could quite get along with them. Eventually he left Quel'Thalas and wandered most of the known world with his companion Milyn. Milyn was a Ghostclaw lynx that Jast found. He found Milyn when she was just a cub while wandering in the forest. The cub had been abandoned and he took to her quickly. Milyn is the only creature in the world Jast can truly trust to come through for him and the only thing Jast cares for.
Shortly after the second war Jast spend some time with some Gnomes who taught him the basics of engineering and showed him their rifles. Jast instantly took to the rifles and gave up using a bow completely. He enjoyed tinkering with his gun trying to get the most power out of it. It also helped him discover his knack for making many kinds of devices. He learned to make and use explosives, scopes, goggles, and many other gadgets. His time with the Gnomes was short lived due to some disagreements that resulted in Jast running from the camp.
After the third war when the Blood Elves' allegiances changed it meant very little to Jast. He had not made many friends during his time with the Alliance so the new affiliation of the Blood Elf race with the Horde gave him a new start. He slowly started integrating himself in society, and began taking hunting and scouting jobs for the Forsaken. He got along with the Forsaken well, who seemed to think more like him, and most of the Horde in general. His relationship with the Blood Elves remained unchanged and was still strained.
Jast is the kind of person who hates trouble, but always finds it. It could be attributed tohim being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but more likely it is his knack for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Jast was a wander by nature. He spent most of his childhood in the forests of Quel'Thalas and little time anywhere around a settlement. He disliked being around groups of people because he never quite understood how to deal with them. His constant withdrawal made him detached, but he still longed for a sense of belonging in the civilized world. He never really had a good reason for disliking people, he just never could quite get along with them. Eventually he left Quel'Thalas and wandered most of the known world with his companion Milyn. Milyn was a Ghostclaw lynx that Jast found. He found Milyn when she was just a cub while wandering in the forest. The cub had been abandoned and he took to her quickly. Milyn is the only creature in the world Jast can truly trust to come through for him and the only thing Jast cares for.
Shortly after the second war Jast spend some time with some Gnomes who taught him the basics of engineering and showed him their rifles. Jast instantly took to the rifles and gave up using a bow completely. He enjoyed tinkering with his gun trying to get the most power out of it. It also helped him discover his knack for making many kinds of devices. He learned to make and use explosives, scopes, goggles, and many other gadgets. His time with the Gnomes was short lived due to some disagreements that resulted in Jast running from the camp.
After the third war when the Blood Elves' allegiances changed it meant very little to Jast. He had not made many friends during his time with the Alliance so the new affiliation of the Blood Elf race with the Horde gave him a new start. He slowly started integrating himself in society, and began taking hunting and scouting jobs for the Forsaken. He got along with the Forsaken well, who seemed to think more like him, and most of the Horde in general. His relationship with the Blood Elves remained unchanged and was still strained.
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