Post by TheRogue on Jun 12, 2009 12:49:32 GMT -5
Alerted to a trapped tiger, Zerynthia decided to spare the animal the humiliation of being taken captive by the men who had likely dug the pit. The tigers and mountain lions being prized by merchants for use in gladiator arenas or the gardens of nobility around the known world, more and more pits are being dug in the hopes of trapping the great felines. Depriving whatever individual dug the pit of a rich payload, Zerynthia decides the only course of action is killing the beast...
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says to ALL:.... -The rage filled howls and the roaring echoed crisply through the cool morning air, and while the sound was mainly caged by the ancient forests which grew thick and strong for untold decades, Zerynthia was still able to hear the faint commotion of distress. Having been at the river where she washed and refilled her water skins for the day, she quickly mounted her black steed and rode off toward the sound. Never certain what she might find here in the ancient woods, she nevertheless rode swift and boldly onward, her horse grunting as he charged head long into the trees. An animal bred for combat he thundered through the forest oblivious to the oppressive forest dwelling, he needed no path to make his way at great speeds. He would make his own. With no regard for being silent in her pursuit of the sound, Zerynthia simply hunched down in her saddle, coaxing her mount to greater speeds with a squeeze of her knees. The stallion responded with another grunt and feeling the powerful surge beneath her as he charged faster and faster, Zerynthia could not help the bubbling of laughter that soon erupted from her. A howl soon followed as her horse leapt over the windfall strewn about in the depths of the forest, until rather abruptly another beastial roar tore through the air. Immediately the horse was brought to an abrupt halt, his skittishness betraying a certain natural fear for what he had heard and now sensed. Gaining control of her horse Zerynthia listened keenly for some indication of where precisely the animal had been trapped. It was not uncommon to come across tigers and mountain lions here in this region of the world, and while a dangerous predator that attacked animals and humans alike, these viscious felines were worth a great deal to traders...alive. They were often captured and sold off in trade, to be taken to gladiator arenas throughout the world, or to become an exotic accessory in some nobleman's garden. Whatever the case of this animal's fate, or who had dug the trap, Zerynthia was keen on finding the animal first. For what purpose who could truly say but she was often fond of disrupting the carefully laid plans and traps of others. Be it one of Amazon making or otherwise. The tigers to her were revered, not to be taken as prizes...if not dead, then they should not be taken at all she believed.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says to ALL:.... -Wheeling her mount around as he fought the rein and her insistence that they stay and investigate the hate-filled calls of the trapped beast, Zerynthia's patience and insistence was rewarded by another drawn out growl. Leaping off the horse's back she would leave him tied to a tree least he decide to trot off in his growing fear and nervousness. While the animal might bravely face a charge head on from a mounted foe, or face the sharpened end a lance, he could not overcome the very real and reasonable fear of a tiger. Even one in distress. Armed with a spear measuring 6ft in her left hand, boasting a ten inch bladed head of bronze, Zerynthia also came with a bow and quiver of 10 arrows on her back and a greek short sword on her left hip. Hanging from the same thick, studded belt that the sword's sheath was secured to, a small double-headed bronze axe bounced gently along the full curve of her right hip. The labyrs which had special significance among the Amazons and even the Greeks. Dressed in a short tunic of amber that fell well above her knees, dyed with a number of primal sigils swirling in deep dark contrast to the amber garment, Zerynthia wore leather armor strapped to her strong form. Leather bracers tightly hugged her forearms with strips of leather wrapped securely around her strong hands, adding protection as well increasing her grip. Over trim legs were greaves boasting bronze studs secured to the straps of her thick soled sandals which were laced well up her calves. A chest plate of hardened leather and bronze trappings also offered some protection to her torso, while over her head of lustrous raven she wore a bronze skull cap that appeared at first glance some form of ornamental headdress. Vain and beautiful she was a wholly wild yet deadly sight, everything about her boasting of confidence and great skill. A warrior in the true sense but also a hunter, one attuned to the land and her surroundings who bravely sought out the trapped tiger. To what end she was uncertain but as the sounds grew louder she was soon in the vicinity of the trap that had snared the great beast. It had to be a dug pit she surmised but finding it was the difficult part, even if the animal's cries were fierce and powerful. These pits were often times covered and camouflaged by debris and woven branches. Her ebon gaze scanning the forest intently she would soon find the clearing where the pit had been dug. It was likely a favorite spot for grazing by the gentler creatures of the forest, perhaps the tiger had spotted a deer grazing and sprung into a doomed attack.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says to ALL:.... -Weaving silently through the trees as she came upon the clearing, she listened as the growls continued to echo fiercely from the clearing. Quiet in her approach, Zerynthia's grip tightened upon the spear she carried as she moved further and further out into the open. Her dark eyes watching the surrounding treeline as she came upon the pit, she soon discovered a break in the ground. The branches that had snapped under the weight of the tiger littered the ground where the gaping hole had been revealed. Edging closer and closer to the pit, she was soon startled as the tiger clamoured, leaping in a futile attempt to climb free of the trap. However it was dug so deeply that the tiger had no real chance of getting out. After gathering her composure upon being shied away from the edge of the pit, Zerynthia inched closer again in order to peer down over the edge of the pit. There after she came face to face with the male tiger which hissed and growled, announcing his displeasure in another roar. Afterward it fell quiet, panting heavily as an indication of how much energy it had exerted till now in trying to get free of this blasted thing. The tigers were powerful but very swift, nor did they possess a great deal of stamina. Their great size often worked against them, which is why they often favored an ambush attack rather than pursuit. They could not keep up chasing after deer and other creatures, and so they became silent as death itself, lying in wait. "How many have you killed I wonder.." She said outloud to herself, the tiger offering no response other than his irritable growlings as it began working up to another attempt at escape. Seeing it in the cramped confines of the pit with little room to pace or move, Zerynthia could not help but take pity upon it. The animal did not wish her pity however as it's great face knotted up in a hateful sneer, his lips curling back to expose his deadly mouth of teeth, like rows of hooked, sharpened knives. He was magnificent even in his distress, but how would she get the great beast out even if she wanted?-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -The day was growing late and she had not even foraged or hunted yet, but standing at the pit, looming over the great beast so close and yet still so far away, Zerynthia was held enraptured. And yet she was also feeling apprehensive as she watched on knowing what she would do. If she were in the pit, trapped and with the threat of being shipped off in the chains of her captor, she would desire death...only as the last alternative. There was no shame in dying free but she was still slow to the bloody business she felt had fallen to her. Fate brought them together with one and only one purpose, but she dragged her heels in carrying out the deed. However, there was no other alternative...to assist the beast out of the pit would surely spell her own end. So with no other option Zerynthia stabbing the butt end of her spear into the earth, soon reached over her left shoulder to take first her bow and then a single hunting arrow from the quiver strapped to her back. Notching the arrow she smoothly took up her stance, notching the arrow thereafter and angling the notched arrow downward to aim at the tiger. As her cold calculating gaze fell upon the trapped animal, she drew the arrow further back, feeling the bow bending in her grip as she offered her own quiet remorseful prayer. She took no joy from killing the beast even if she lived for conflict, and with one last moment of hesistation she finally let loose the arrow. The roar that the tiger bellowed in response to the attack was cut short, becoming a high pitched noise as the arrow landed with a meaty *thunk* in the neck of the great feline. Time sped up as the animal raged as never before, sensing it's own impending demise and now struggling to defy the odds. Swiftly a second arrow was notched, drawn and released in a span of mere seconds. Another loud thunk resounded and immediately afterward another beastial roar. Birds took flight and her horse tethered nearby startled uneasily. Still the tiger did not go down, so a third arrow notched and drawn soon found it's target with deadly accuracy. Only then was the tiger brought down, but not dead...Such noise, such commotion, she had only a small space of time to work and get clear of any patrols which might be in the area.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -Still while she went about the business of killing the tiger there was a slow feeling of satisfaction winding its way around her regret, satisfaction in knowing she was depriving some fat Greek pig of a potential sale. Likely a merchant attached to the camp had prepared the trap, as the men of the outside world were quite fond of not only conquest but the claiming of resources. The land and Her creatures were not safe and if the men were permitted to remain much longer soon they would also bring their pilgrims no doubt, men and women cowed into obedience who would farm the land, making it their own all for the sake of progress and the benefit of their nation's coffers. The forest became still once again while Zerynthia stood observing the animal's quiet suffering, its neck stuck full of arrows and fading slowly while her mind was consumed with such dark thoughts. Much of the image before her took on fuller and greater meaning as she stood a silent vigil to the death she had unleashed. With resolve she slid her bow back into her quiver and taking up her knife concealed at the small of her back, Zerynthia disappeared...dropping down into the pit where she would finish the tiger cleanly, swiftly as it had deserved. Regret swelled immediately afterward as she landed on the exhausted and dying beast, so much of it would go to waste...-
(16:49:06 ) • Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -A groan flowed from the nearly dead animal and feeling each breath it took becoming more shallow with the moments passing, Zerynthia crouched down with growing exhiliration at being up close with the tiger, even one half dead. Recalling the legends of Amazon Queens killing such animals with their bare hands, it had been to some tribes, an initiation to the role. The warriors would not accept a leader unless such a feat were accomplished, or so the old stories had gone. A low murmuring coo followed as she bent down, wrapping her slender arm under the great animal's head...and savoring the intimate moment, her heart positively fluttered while her body surged with excitement, until finally at last, she swiftly brought the edge of her knife across the animal's throat. As the blood spewed forth Zerynthia pulled back offering her apologies but praying the Goddess would accept her offering. With little else to be done, as she had no time to skin the beast, Zerynthia could only hope the carrion feeders would reach the dead animal first. Further depriving the outsiders and invaders their sport and trophies. Wiping the blade clean and quickly replacing it to the sheath at the small of her back, Zerynthia went so far as to remove the arrows from the animal's neck before beginning the climb up out of the pit. Using the root systems growing deep in this earth to assist her nimbly upward and to her freedom once again, Zerynthia, unlike the tiger emerged moments later smelling of the rich soil and the coppery scent of blood. Standing to her full height she dusted herself off and cast one last glance into the pit, putting the image to memory. She may never again see a tiger, never touch one...be so close to one. At least that was her hope, for if she were to ever encounter such a fierce predator again on her own, in different circumstances...she had no illusions that she would survive. Turning away sometime later she strode off, remembering her horse was not far from here and knowing the longer she spent in one place, the greater chance of encountering a patrol.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -Truth be told she would not dread encountering a patrol so much, they could be a fun distraction but after the business she had just involved herself in, she was in no mood. Retreating further into herself Z found her mount, no longer quite so nervous or put off by the tiger's rumblings, not now that the animal was in fact dead. With a smirk she greeted the mount whose nostrils flared, a heavy hoof coming down in a stomp to convey that he had caught the scent of blood on his companion. She was not the horse's owner nor was it a pet, or even a lesser. It knew her and accepted her and for his assistance she was grateful. Checking her gear over as well the leather trappings of the saddle and bridle the horse wore, Zerynthia was soon mounting up and preparing to go on her way. It was so late, so much time wasted. Time that could of been spent doing what was necessary to her survival. Mainly hunting and foraging.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says to ALL:.... -The rage filled howls and the roaring echoed crisply through the cool morning air, and while the sound was mainly caged by the ancient forests which grew thick and strong for untold decades, Zerynthia was still able to hear the faint commotion of distress. Having been at the river where she washed and refilled her water skins for the day, she quickly mounted her black steed and rode off toward the sound. Never certain what she might find here in the ancient woods, she nevertheless rode swift and boldly onward, her horse grunting as he charged head long into the trees. An animal bred for combat he thundered through the forest oblivious to the oppressive forest dwelling, he needed no path to make his way at great speeds. He would make his own. With no regard for being silent in her pursuit of the sound, Zerynthia simply hunched down in her saddle, coaxing her mount to greater speeds with a squeeze of her knees. The stallion responded with another grunt and feeling the powerful surge beneath her as he charged faster and faster, Zerynthia could not help the bubbling of laughter that soon erupted from her. A howl soon followed as her horse leapt over the windfall strewn about in the depths of the forest, until rather abruptly another beastial roar tore through the air. Immediately the horse was brought to an abrupt halt, his skittishness betraying a certain natural fear for what he had heard and now sensed. Gaining control of her horse Zerynthia listened keenly for some indication of where precisely the animal had been trapped. It was not uncommon to come across tigers and mountain lions here in this region of the world, and while a dangerous predator that attacked animals and humans alike, these viscious felines were worth a great deal to traders...alive. They were often captured and sold off in trade, to be taken to gladiator arenas throughout the world, or to become an exotic accessory in some nobleman's garden. Whatever the case of this animal's fate, or who had dug the trap, Zerynthia was keen on finding the animal first. For what purpose who could truly say but she was often fond of disrupting the carefully laid plans and traps of others. Be it one of Amazon making or otherwise. The tigers to her were revered, not to be taken as prizes...if not dead, then they should not be taken at all she believed.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says to ALL:.... -Wheeling her mount around as he fought the rein and her insistence that they stay and investigate the hate-filled calls of the trapped beast, Zerynthia's patience and insistence was rewarded by another drawn out growl. Leaping off the horse's back she would leave him tied to a tree least he decide to trot off in his growing fear and nervousness. While the animal might bravely face a charge head on from a mounted foe, or face the sharpened end a lance, he could not overcome the very real and reasonable fear of a tiger. Even one in distress. Armed with a spear measuring 6ft in her left hand, boasting a ten inch bladed head of bronze, Zerynthia also came with a bow and quiver of 10 arrows on her back and a greek short sword on her left hip. Hanging from the same thick, studded belt that the sword's sheath was secured to, a small double-headed bronze axe bounced gently along the full curve of her right hip. The labyrs which had special significance among the Amazons and even the Greeks. Dressed in a short tunic of amber that fell well above her knees, dyed with a number of primal sigils swirling in deep dark contrast to the amber garment, Zerynthia wore leather armor strapped to her strong form. Leather bracers tightly hugged her forearms with strips of leather wrapped securely around her strong hands, adding protection as well increasing her grip. Over trim legs were greaves boasting bronze studs secured to the straps of her thick soled sandals which were laced well up her calves. A chest plate of hardened leather and bronze trappings also offered some protection to her torso, while over her head of lustrous raven she wore a bronze skull cap that appeared at first glance some form of ornamental headdress. Vain and beautiful she was a wholly wild yet deadly sight, everything about her boasting of confidence and great skill. A warrior in the true sense but also a hunter, one attuned to the land and her surroundings who bravely sought out the trapped tiger. To what end she was uncertain but as the sounds grew louder she was soon in the vicinity of the trap that had snared the great beast. It had to be a dug pit she surmised but finding it was the difficult part, even if the animal's cries were fierce and powerful. These pits were often times covered and camouflaged by debris and woven branches. Her ebon gaze scanning the forest intently she would soon find the clearing where the pit had been dug. It was likely a favorite spot for grazing by the gentler creatures of the forest, perhaps the tiger had spotted a deer grazing and sprung into a doomed attack.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says to ALL:.... -Weaving silently through the trees as she came upon the clearing, she listened as the growls continued to echo fiercely from the clearing. Quiet in her approach, Zerynthia's grip tightened upon the spear she carried as she moved further and further out into the open. Her dark eyes watching the surrounding treeline as she came upon the pit, she soon discovered a break in the ground. The branches that had snapped under the weight of the tiger littered the ground where the gaping hole had been revealed. Edging closer and closer to the pit, she was soon startled as the tiger clamoured, leaping in a futile attempt to climb free of the trap. However it was dug so deeply that the tiger had no real chance of getting out. After gathering her composure upon being shied away from the edge of the pit, Zerynthia inched closer again in order to peer down over the edge of the pit. There after she came face to face with the male tiger which hissed and growled, announcing his displeasure in another roar. Afterward it fell quiet, panting heavily as an indication of how much energy it had exerted till now in trying to get free of this blasted thing. The tigers were powerful but very swift, nor did they possess a great deal of stamina. Their great size often worked against them, which is why they often favored an ambush attack rather than pursuit. They could not keep up chasing after deer and other creatures, and so they became silent as death itself, lying in wait. "How many have you killed I wonder.." She said outloud to herself, the tiger offering no response other than his irritable growlings as it began working up to another attempt at escape. Seeing it in the cramped confines of the pit with little room to pace or move, Zerynthia could not help but take pity upon it. The animal did not wish her pity however as it's great face knotted up in a hateful sneer, his lips curling back to expose his deadly mouth of teeth, like rows of hooked, sharpened knives. He was magnificent even in his distress, but how would she get the great beast out even if she wanted?-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -The day was growing late and she had not even foraged or hunted yet, but standing at the pit, looming over the great beast so close and yet still so far away, Zerynthia was held enraptured. And yet she was also feeling apprehensive as she watched on knowing what she would do. If she were in the pit, trapped and with the threat of being shipped off in the chains of her captor, she would desire death...only as the last alternative. There was no shame in dying free but she was still slow to the bloody business she felt had fallen to her. Fate brought them together with one and only one purpose, but she dragged her heels in carrying out the deed. However, there was no other alternative...to assist the beast out of the pit would surely spell her own end. So with no other option Zerynthia stabbing the butt end of her spear into the earth, soon reached over her left shoulder to take first her bow and then a single hunting arrow from the quiver strapped to her back. Notching the arrow she smoothly took up her stance, notching the arrow thereafter and angling the notched arrow downward to aim at the tiger. As her cold calculating gaze fell upon the trapped animal, she drew the arrow further back, feeling the bow bending in her grip as she offered her own quiet remorseful prayer. She took no joy from killing the beast even if she lived for conflict, and with one last moment of hesistation she finally let loose the arrow. The roar that the tiger bellowed in response to the attack was cut short, becoming a high pitched noise as the arrow landed with a meaty *thunk* in the neck of the great feline. Time sped up as the animal raged as never before, sensing it's own impending demise and now struggling to defy the odds. Swiftly a second arrow was notched, drawn and released in a span of mere seconds. Another loud thunk resounded and immediately afterward another beastial roar. Birds took flight and her horse tethered nearby startled uneasily. Still the tiger did not go down, so a third arrow notched and drawn soon found it's target with deadly accuracy. Only then was the tiger brought down, but not dead...Such noise, such commotion, she had only a small space of time to work and get clear of any patrols which might be in the area.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -Still while she went about the business of killing the tiger there was a slow feeling of satisfaction winding its way around her regret, satisfaction in knowing she was depriving some fat Greek pig of a potential sale. Likely a merchant attached to the camp had prepared the trap, as the men of the outside world were quite fond of not only conquest but the claiming of resources. The land and Her creatures were not safe and if the men were permitted to remain much longer soon they would also bring their pilgrims no doubt, men and women cowed into obedience who would farm the land, making it their own all for the sake of progress and the benefit of their nation's coffers. The forest became still once again while Zerynthia stood observing the animal's quiet suffering, its neck stuck full of arrows and fading slowly while her mind was consumed with such dark thoughts. Much of the image before her took on fuller and greater meaning as she stood a silent vigil to the death she had unleashed. With resolve she slid her bow back into her quiver and taking up her knife concealed at the small of her back, Zerynthia disappeared...dropping down into the pit where she would finish the tiger cleanly, swiftly as it had deserved. Regret swelled immediately afterward as she landed on the exhausted and dying beast, so much of it would go to waste...-
(16:49:06 ) • Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -A groan flowed from the nearly dead animal and feeling each breath it took becoming more shallow with the moments passing, Zerynthia crouched down with growing exhiliration at being up close with the tiger, even one half dead. Recalling the legends of Amazon Queens killing such animals with their bare hands, it had been to some tribes, an initiation to the role. The warriors would not accept a leader unless such a feat were accomplished, or so the old stories had gone. A low murmuring coo followed as she bent down, wrapping her slender arm under the great animal's head...and savoring the intimate moment, her heart positively fluttered while her body surged with excitement, until finally at last, she swiftly brought the edge of her knife across the animal's throat. As the blood spewed forth Zerynthia pulled back offering her apologies but praying the Goddess would accept her offering. With little else to be done, as she had no time to skin the beast, Zerynthia could only hope the carrion feeders would reach the dead animal first. Further depriving the outsiders and invaders their sport and trophies. Wiping the blade clean and quickly replacing it to the sheath at the small of her back, Zerynthia went so far as to remove the arrows from the animal's neck before beginning the climb up out of the pit. Using the root systems growing deep in this earth to assist her nimbly upward and to her freedom once again, Zerynthia, unlike the tiger emerged moments later smelling of the rich soil and the coppery scent of blood. Standing to her full height she dusted herself off and cast one last glance into the pit, putting the image to memory. She may never again see a tiger, never touch one...be so close to one. At least that was her hope, for if she were to ever encounter such a fierce predator again on her own, in different circumstances...she had no illusions that she would survive. Turning away sometime later she strode off, remembering her horse was not far from here and knowing the longer she spent in one place, the greater chance of encountering a patrol.-
• Zerynthia •
Rogue Amazon | Warrior
| Amazon Nation |
Roraima Mountain | RPO
== Within Agora Forest ==
Beware Greek Patrols
: says toALL:.... -Truth be told she would not dread encountering a patrol so much, they could be a fun distraction but after the business she had just involved herself in, she was in no mood. Retreating further into herself Z found her mount, no longer quite so nervous or put off by the tiger's rumblings, not now that the animal was in fact dead. With a smirk she greeted the mount whose nostrils flared, a heavy hoof coming down in a stomp to convey that he had caught the scent of blood on his companion. She was not the horse's owner nor was it a pet, or even a lesser. It knew her and accepted her and for his assistance she was grateful. Checking her gear over as well the leather trappings of the saddle and bridle the horse wore, Zerynthia was soon mounting up and preparing to go on her way. It was so late, so much time wasted. Time that could of been spent doing what was necessary to her survival. Mainly hunting and foraging.-