The Lion And His Girl

[Lief]

Panic had already set in.

Adrenaline rushed through her body, bringing about a nauseous effect, and blood pounded within her ears.

Rhia had never been alone before. Sure, she had explored parts of Alzoc III without supervision but then she'd had her commlink. This time, though? This time she was really up the creek without a paddle. [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] was nowhere to be seen, her commlink lay in pieces within her pocket, and the tumble which had caused it to break had left her with a rather severe limp, a blooded leg, and an egg on her head.

Her cheeks were red from crying, though she had given that up some time ago when she realized it served little more purpose than to blurry her vision, and she was beginning to feel rather dehydrated. Hunger, however, seemed not to bother her, though she suspected it had something to do with her species. She was not, as she had always been led to believe, a human. That had been a difficult pill to swallow, yet one borne of necessity.

They couldn't have her getting sugar-drunk again, or stumbling on through the night, if they could help it.

The wilds of Terminus lay all around. Tall yellowed grass jutted up toward her ears, trees dotted the landscape, and off in the distance she could see the summit of a large hill or small mountain. She wouldn't know which it was unless she got closer. A forest was off to her right, but she was more focused on nearing the body of water she'd seen the sun reflecting off directly ahead.

Rhia struggled to truly understand what had led her to this point. The events which had separated the girl from her Master had been a hazy blur, and she had only the consequences to remember it by.

He was going to be mad, her Master, or so she thought. Little did she realize he was probably just as anxious and concerned as she was.

 

[Jahan Lionheart]

Branches and twigs snapped under the force of foot.

Why was it that they always had to flee? Controlled breathes of air expelled from the Felines mouth and air was inhaled through his nostrils. His legs dug into ground propelling him faster after his target. A bounty for a weasel of man. Lets just say he was caught smuggling one to many times.

The smell of ozone stood out among the all that was natural. The ozone that stained after each blaster shot. Plasma burned into the fabric of woods and dirt alike. The Weasel had no reguard for life it seemed just his own. His movements were sloppy and breathing even more so.

Aiming down the sights of his own Tangle pistol the Cathar pulled the trigger and watched as the projectile launched into the air, expanded into a net and dawned on the smugglers body.

As the net contracted entangling his bounty target Jahan closed fast. Screams erupted from the Forrest briefly.

" You will be silent."

* Wack!* A swift backhand was given to the man to knock him unconscious. From there he was picked up over the Cathars shoulder and hauled away.

[member="Rhia Kesyk"]

 

[Lief]

Some how, some way, she had made it to the water.

She sank to her sore knees and scooped up handfuls of it at a time, satiating her thirst and giving herself momentary respite. The chill of the fresh water began to bring her down from her state of heightened panic, and when she was done drinking she splashed some of it over her face to expedite that process. To help clear her mind.

Walking so far as she had done might not have been her best decision, after all who knew how far she was from the point at which they'd been separated, but her desperation had forced her feet on, that primal need for life-sustaining water all it took to compel her forward.

As the water settled she made sense of her reflection, and the girl who looked back at her was not at all like the one she usually saw each morning in the mirror. She was disheveled and unkempt, the lump on her head looked larger than it had initially felt, and bruising speckled her face which in turn was covered by wisps of hair.

Her first action then was to retie her hair, pulling it back into a low ponytail. She didn't quite have the energy or patience to braid it once more. Her muscles ached, and uncertain as to whether there'd be more water if she pressed onward she chose to continue with her rest there at the banks of the freshwater pool.

All seemed quiet around her, save for the odd birdcall, too quiet. And then, out of nowhere, a voluminous scream.

Rhia's head darted to the right, staring straight at the forest which was dangerously close to her current position. In fact, it was so close that some of the shadows cast by its trees fell over the water, and leaves lay atop its surface.

Something was out there, and from the sounds of it... It wasn't something Rhia wanted to contend with.

[member="Jahan the Lion"]