Pulling her ears into a low calm perch, Rye snagged her hands around a young looking limb, to slowly yank her weight up. Curving her sly smirk upon her graceful charms, Rye could hear the angered curses bursting past his heavy breath.
“What is this—” Rye flipped herself under the branch to hang like a bat, “— Is the ever so mighty demoil, out of breath? Or are you just letting your age catch up with you?”
Grey’s dark eyes peered up to her as if he was just about ready to knock her into next week. “Rye you are taunting the wrong demoil!” Grey warned.
Snickering under her breath, she slinked herself down from branch to branch until the last limb. Tip toeing her way to the edge of the branch; she bounced herself off just enough to land before his towering figure. Narrowing her sights some; Rye cocked her head a little to the right. “You know, your suppose to be this all great Captain of Vena and the Master of Vena, yet you still have a girl beating you at a simple game of racing.” Rye darkened her grin. “Not to mention a blonde girl!”
Grey narrowed his sights towards her, as it was more than clear he wasn’t all too fond of her making fun of him. “I swear, very soon I am going to make you eat your words!”
Turning her gaze around the forest, Rye’s ears perked towards him as she gained a blank expression on her face. “What?” Rye blinked slowly, “Oh were you talking, cause all I heard was blah bla bla… and then some more gibberish.”
Rye’s eyes widened in amusement as she swiftly pounced over Grey’s not so smooth lunge. As he met the ground for a brief moment, she could hear the deep annoyed growls coming from his throat as he jumped to his feet in rapid time.
“Mua ha!” Rye stuck out her tongue towards him as Grey began to clench his hands together. “Come on suckerfish, try and beat the master!” she taunted.
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“Way you little Bit—” Grey sniped. Rye took off towards the canopies of the tikin trees, but this was the one time that she was going to have to walk on the ground. Snatching a hold of the slender ankle, Rye cursed rapidly as she bluntly kicked towards his face. It was either face the impact or drop the psycho woman… ‘Drop her!’ Grey told himself. Dodging the feisty attack, Rye quickly scrambled up to her feet as once again she dove for the trees.
Watching her movements within the treetops, Grey heard the shuffle of leaves upon the ground as his ears turned into a low caution peak. Lowering his height, Grey spread his right hand upon the ground. Rye’s shuffled movements quickened as the ring of metal sprouted about. Concentrating on the swift movements of her leathered feet, he found himself rising to catch the blow of her spaded blade. Whipping it free from her hands, Rye let loose another curse as Grey snapped up a hand around her neck as abruptly slammed her back into one of the surrounding trees. Slapping up her gloved hands around his closing hands, Grey grinned slightly as she went limp.
“Fine! You win this one!” Rye muttered. Loosing his grip on her, Grey’s ears rose along with hers to the scattered feet of something. Dropping to her feet, Rye tiptoed her way along the forest floor to scoop up her beloved Silver blood Blade.
“Rye…” Grey turned an eye back to her as he was beginning to think that it was nothing more than a passing pair of huliks. “Sheath your weapon and let’s return to the temple. I doubt Rivara wants to learn that her Guardian and Master were scared by a pair of wandering beasts.” Rye sighed some as she simply nodded.
Gliding the blood hungry blade back into its sheath, Rye’s fingers twined around her large double hip belt. “You know though…” Rye’s eyes became glazed. “The movement of the beast sounded a bit too heavy to be a monster from Echofalls…”
Grey grinned. “Perhaps you are just becoming too paranoid.”
Rye whipped about! “I am not paranoid!”
“Don’t strain yourself… I was just kidding.”
Rye narrowed her sight as he watched her roll her shoulders about to bring forth a stream of cracks down her spine. “You know Grey, one day I am going to reach over and just strangle the life out of you!” Rye vowed.
“Yah, yah… now come on.” Grey shifted his feet over the forest ground. Rye seemed to jump at the start as he snatched the moving being.
Younger hands clamped around his as Grey heard Rye scramble over. “I knew I was right!”
“Fine you were right.” Grey peered over the young male… but there was something very unusual about him.
“Grey put him down!” Rye demanded. “You just yanked him from the ground and you don’t even know what he is running from!”
Grey snorted. “Rye take a closer look.” Rye blinked some as she studied over the young man in his grasp. A slender finger jumped out from within the gloved hand as that damned smirk of mysterious, perked up from her.
“Hey cool!” Grey blinked. “His a hevanarchon!” Rye grinned as she pointed towards his smaller ears. “I’ve never actually seen a real live hevanarchon before…. Just in old books.”
“Rye!” Grey growled as he lowered down to her earshot. “Could you pull your head out of the books for a moment and see the seriousness in this. We have a so-called ‘extinct’ being in our midst’s, which means something has happened.” Rye stared blankly up to him.
“Yah so?” Grey dropped the man as he quickly clamped a hand under Rye’s chin. “There has to be something up here… his race was suppose to be dead for the last couple hundred years.” Rye had her eyes upon the young man.
“Grey uh I think I have to tell you something later on… something about the ‘extinction’ of hevanarchon’s and how its not really, completely all true…”
Hearing the scrambles of quick and light feet, Rye jumped into action. Her light bounds fell before the escape route of the man, as she held that unique guardian stare that he had come to expect. “Wait a minute here young sir, I think you and I need to have ourselves a little chat.” Rye reached down as her slender gloved hands snatched around a hand of him, just to pull him to his feet.
“I have nothing to say!” his mouth spurted quickly as Rye pulled free her hand. “Just…”
“Just what?” Grey growled. “Just let you go without a fuss and just let this whole issue of a random extinct thing run about!” Rye turned a cautious glare over to him.
“Grey shut up!”
“Rye I don’t…”
Shifting her weight from one foot to another, Rye curved her famous white fanged smile, as there was the slight hint of annoyance sparking well in the black pupils. “There are still some hidden hevanarchon villages about that are supposed to be a secret from the public!” Rye caught the shoulder of the creeping hevanarchon. “You stay here… now Grey you remember what happened before and why the species were allegedly dead.”
“Well they were hunted by the Seplini… and well everyone knows what happens next… or so I thought.” Grey narrowed a glare.
“As the guardians were saved in the Nojae war, the hevanarchons were also spared. I have yet to figure out why…”
“Let me go!” the man snapped. Rye slowly turned a casual eye towards the stubborn man.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Rye grinned slyly. “Have we committed something that you are running from now?”
“Nothing! I did nothing wrong… I am just ah…”
“Just ah what?” Grey repeated, “Did she hit the spot?”
His eyes turned away as Rye sighed slightly. “Here come with me… we’ll get you out of the Demise forest and take you to the temple. Apparently you don’t know what a hot spring is by the way you look.” Rye chuckled softly as a hand already clamped over Grey’s mouth, just to stop the complaints of her actions.
“Thanks I think?” the male muttered soft and low.
“Oh—” Rye stopped her movements as she looked over him for a last time. “Have a name there… so I don’t have to keep referring to you as ‘him’ or ‘young man’?” Rye asked.
“Uh well… Destyn…” he stopped quickly as the name seemed to leave a distaste in his mouth. “I mean just call me Crow.”
Rye laughed slightly. “Suppose you hate your real name then?” Crow nodded solemnly. “Ah well, names Ryden or Rye for short.” She pointed a thumb back to him. “And that brute behind me is nothing short of yet another push over, but feel free to call him Grey.”
Rye leaned close to Crow as she whispered something low. ‘Don’t worry about his demoil nature, he doesn’t really know how to act like a fearing demon anyways!’