((This RP is for Novalyyn, Aposynthe, whimsicalpianist, and...well...me! Closed to anyone else.))
Saro crouched down at the edge of the cliff overlooking the town, watching the people go on about their regular day. They seemed fairly comfortable and untroubled, unconcerned by what might lay beyond the borders of their little village. From what he could see, they had no reason to fear much of anything. Nestled in a shallow valley, the town was built up against the mountain, the sheer cliff walls wrapping around three sides of the community, leaving only one side exposed and likely well protected. As good as that was, his interest in the village had nothing to do with their defensive measures.
He glanced back toward his camp, knowing he’d have no choice but to go into town for supplies by morning, that his main interest in the village. Saro just hoped to gain a feel for the place, although from where he sat all he managed was the town’s layout along with an idea of their population and defenses. Unfortunately, that didn’t tell him how they reacted to anyone different, in particular those children beginning to show signs of mutations or…evolution, as some put it. Not that he had anything to worry about there, Saro affected by mutations in no way. What he was, though, he didn’t want them to find out for any reason, not considering their likely reaction.
Sliding his eyes closed, he took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of rain carried in the air. The early spring storm, sitting on the other side of the mountains, didn’t have the strength to cross over, though, so they wouldn’t be enjoying the blessing of a good, cleansing shower. Shame, the desert region could do with a bit of rain, and, if he thought he could help Mother Nature along the way without repercussions, he would. Saro just learned well he neither had the experience nor the control to do so without things going horribly wrong half the time. His ice electric blue gaze locking on the town, he knew couldn’t take that chance, not with so many lives hanging in the balance.
Saro rose to his full height and made his way back to the camp situated on a plateau up against a cliff wall. Not a place many would chose being they had to do some mountain climbing to get there, but he was out of the way enough other travelers, predators, and mutants weren’t likely to stumble across him. Actually, he didn’t really mind the mutants so long as they weren’t aggressive, even if they weren’t much on conversation. Predators and travelers, they were both far too unpredictable, their intentions unknown, for Saro to want to deal with either, especially when he had his own secrets to protect. No, as much as he wished otherwise, he tended to be better off on his own.
A hint of a smile teasing the corners of his lips, Saro gathered his sac and began looking through the contents. He found half a loaf of bread, a bit of cheese, and the last of his meat. Not much, but that’d make enough of a meal for him to get through to the next day. Taking the time to season the meat, he set up the pan and started lunch. While that cooked, Saro went about cleaning up an area to set his sleeping pallet up, taking inventory of his supplies, and slicing up some bread and cheese. The meat almost done by then, he sank down near the fire, relaxed, and just enjoyed the scenery, wondering what the next few days would bring.
Saro crouched down at the edge of the cliff overlooking the town, watching the people go on about their regular day. They seemed fairly comfortable and untroubled, unconcerned by what might lay beyond the borders of their little village. From what he could see, they had no reason to fear much of anything. Nestled in a shallow valley, the town was built up against the mountain, the sheer cliff walls wrapping around three sides of the community, leaving only one side exposed and likely well protected. As good as that was, his interest in the village had nothing to do with their defensive measures.
He glanced back toward his camp, knowing he’d have no choice but to go into town for supplies by morning, that his main interest in the village. Saro just hoped to gain a feel for the place, although from where he sat all he managed was the town’s layout along with an idea of their population and defenses. Unfortunately, that didn’t tell him how they reacted to anyone different, in particular those children beginning to show signs of mutations or…evolution, as some put it. Not that he had anything to worry about there, Saro affected by mutations in no way. What he was, though, he didn’t want them to find out for any reason, not considering their likely reaction.
Sliding his eyes closed, he took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of rain carried in the air. The early spring storm, sitting on the other side of the mountains, didn’t have the strength to cross over, though, so they wouldn’t be enjoying the blessing of a good, cleansing shower. Shame, the desert region could do with a bit of rain, and, if he thought he could help Mother Nature along the way without repercussions, he would. Saro just learned well he neither had the experience nor the control to do so without things going horribly wrong half the time. His ice electric blue gaze locking on the town, he knew couldn’t take that chance, not with so many lives hanging in the balance.
Saro rose to his full height and made his way back to the camp situated on a plateau up against a cliff wall. Not a place many would chose being they had to do some mountain climbing to get there, but he was out of the way enough other travelers, predators, and mutants weren’t likely to stumble across him. Actually, he didn’t really mind the mutants so long as they weren’t aggressive, even if they weren’t much on conversation. Predators and travelers, they were both far too unpredictable, their intentions unknown, for Saro to want to deal with either, especially when he had his own secrets to protect. No, as much as he wished otherwise, he tended to be better off on his own.
A hint of a smile teasing the corners of his lips, Saro gathered his sac and began looking through the contents. He found half a loaf of bread, a bit of cheese, and the last of his meat. Not much, but that’d make enough of a meal for him to get through to the next day. Taking the time to season the meat, he set up the pan and started lunch. While that cooked, Saro went about cleaning up an area to set his sleeping pallet up, taking inventory of his supplies, and slicing up some bread and cheese. The meat almost done by then, he sank down near the fire, relaxed, and just enjoyed the scenery, wondering what the next few days would bring.
When the little boy had found the unmoving big-camp, he had learned quickly enough that safety around it was quite limited. There were too many people about in the easy-walking area, and not enough places to hide. He didn't really even want to be there; unfortunately, by the time he'd really realized just how hard it was to find food around this place he'd wandered into, he was too far in and hadn't a good enough sense of direction to get back out.
With little other choice, the tiny child had skirted the big-camp and found fewer people where the mountain rose up around it. He had even found shelter in a little, low-ceiling cave nestled among the cliffs, and from it he could see ways into the big-camp. The boy had already sneaked in a couple times, late at night, for food, and so far had not been caught. It was nice.
It was a smell that prompted the boy to peek out from his little cave now. It was a familiar, tasty smell, and as he sniffed, he realized it was coming from above. The child looked about to be sure no one and nothing scary was about, then started up the cliff. He was an agile little thing, and kept quiet as he climbed until he was able to peek onto the ledge.
He immediately ducked back down at the sight of a person, several yards from where he'd come up, sitting at a food-pit. There was only one that he saw - no good for sneaking by in the daylight, but easy enough to get by at sleep. It was unusual to find a singular not-grey person though. For the time being, he would simply return to his cave.
A few steps down though, a loose rock gave way under his foot, and he couldn't help the high-pitched yelp as he slipped down and caught himself precariously on a narrow ledge. In a panic, he searched blindly with his feet for a hold.
With little other choice, the tiny child had skirted the big-camp and found fewer people where the mountain rose up around it. He had even found shelter in a little, low-ceiling cave nestled among the cliffs, and from it he could see ways into the big-camp. The boy had already sneaked in a couple times, late at night, for food, and so far had not been caught. It was nice.
It was a smell that prompted the boy to peek out from his little cave now. It was a familiar, tasty smell, and as he sniffed, he realized it was coming from above. The child looked about to be sure no one and nothing scary was about, then started up the cliff. He was an agile little thing, and kept quiet as he climbed until he was able to peek onto the ledge.
He immediately ducked back down at the sight of a person, several yards from where he'd come up, sitting at a food-pit. There was only one that he saw - no good for sneaking by in the daylight, but easy enough to get by at sleep. It was unusual to find a singular not-grey person though. For the time being, he would simply return to his cave.
A few steps down though, a loose rock gave way under his foot, and he couldn't help the high-pitched yelp as he slipped down and caught himself precariously on a narrow ledge. In a panic, he searched blindly with his feet for a hold.
Saro hummed softly to himself as he tended his meal, the peace and quiet of the region promising a rather pleasant meal. So he thought, the faint cry shattering the silence of the land and drawing him up short. His food forgotten, he shot to his feet and looked around, seeing no signs of anyone else. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of rocks falling down the cliff side. Saro spun around and hurried over to peer over the edge, seeing nothing and no one at first. Glancing to his right, then his left, he finally spotted the child scrambling for a foothold against the cliff wall, the boy seconds from losing his grip and plunging to his death.
In the blink of an eye, Saro sank down on his stomach and leaned as far over the cliff’s edge as he dared, reaching down to grab the child by the wrist and pull him up. He didn’t quite reach, Saro scooting further out, his own position rather precarious, his only hope the boy didn’t fight him. He’d caught the color of the child’s skin, though, aware the boy was a mutant, one who was probably drawn in by the smell of food. However, while others might leave the mutant child to fall…or even ensure he lost his hold, Saro couldn’t see an innocent die a brutal death simply because he was different. So, he leaned over that cliff as far as he could, and reached out to pull the boy up, using his other hand to cling to the plateau face and pray he didn’t lose his balance.
“Take my hand,” he called, his deep, melodic voice ripping through the tense silence. “I won’t hurt you. Please…take my hand!”
In the blink of an eye, Saro sank down on his stomach and leaned as far over the cliff’s edge as he dared, reaching down to grab the child by the wrist and pull him up. He didn’t quite reach, Saro scooting further out, his own position rather precarious, his only hope the boy didn’t fight him. He’d caught the color of the child’s skin, though, aware the boy was a mutant, one who was probably drawn in by the smell of food. However, while others might leave the mutant child to fall…or even ensure he lost his hold, Saro couldn’t see an innocent die a brutal death simply because he was different. So, he leaned over that cliff as far as he could, and reached out to pull the boy up, using his other hand to cling to the plateau face and pray he didn’t lose his balance.
“Take my hand,” he called, his deep, melodic voice ripping through the tense silence. “I won’t hurt you. Please…take my hand!”
Despite his failing grip, the child's first reaction in light of being unable to run and hide was to snarl at the person reaching for him, and try to bite at the hand. His lurch only worsened his grip though, causing the boy to squeak. He looked at the man again as the not-grey person yelled at him, his terror clear in his large grey eyes.
The expression on the man's face was not angry or threatening though. He had seen in on occasion before, always from someone who didn't hurt the person they gave it to. Tears welling up in the boy's eyes, he finally grabbed at the man's hand, clasping it, but losing his previous hold in the process and fearfully crying out.
The expression on the man's face was not angry or threatening though. He had seen in on occasion before, always from someone who didn't hurt the person they gave it to. Tears welling up in the boy's eyes, he finally grabbed at the man's hand, clasping it, but losing his previous hold in the process and fearfully crying out.
A small sparkle almost flecked across Heidi's eyes. A tiny, barely noticeable smirk curled up on the corners of her lips; a typical reaction to her own success. She gazed at the miniature device as if it were godly. A thin, metal cylinder stood about a foot tall, constructed from flexible sheets and iron nails. A small circle had been cut on one side, a little above the middle of the cylinder, and from its base two thin lines of wire connected to a pin which were placed parallel to each other a little ways in front of the cylinder. Tripwires. With a single finger she tugged one of the wires, and a click was heard from within the cylinder. She had modified and condensed a damaged single shot rifle into the cylinder, essentially creating a wire-triggered sentry turret. A little glint of excitement flowed through Heidi. If I could upscale it, it could be one of the greatest unmanned defense systems for this time, it could...
She sighed heavily, sitting back. No one would care about it or appreciate it, even if she did present it well. Anyone she had ever travelled with had merely become annoyed with her consistent desire to 'spew out useless machiney' which would be a 'waste of resources'. A frown deepened on her face at the thought. Pshh, useless. Waste. How absurd. She turned her head to the side to look at her surroundings.
She was sat on her knees, at the base of a cliff. She had no real reason for being there, other than that the cliff's overhang provided some shelter from the rain, and the ground was at least fairly comfortable there. She had left her previous residence out of a run dry on resources, and was on the search for somewhere she could settle long-term in and set up shop. She carried a dirty, worn out, dark grey backpack around with her on one shoulder. She took whatever food she could find, but always left room for whatever utensils she might come across. She even carried a battery with her. Unused batteries were a rare find for scavengers like herself, yet she had very little clue as to what she'd use it for.
She sighed heavily, sitting back. No one would care about it or appreciate it, even if she did present it well. Anyone she had ever travelled with had merely become annoyed with her consistent desire to 'spew out useless machiney' which would be a 'waste of resources'. A frown deepened on her face at the thought. Pshh, useless. Waste. How absurd. She turned her head to the side to look at her surroundings.
She was sat on her knees, at the base of a cliff. She had no real reason for being there, other than that the cliff's overhang provided some shelter from the rain, and the ground was at least fairly comfortable there. She had left her previous residence out of a run dry on resources, and was on the search for somewhere she could settle long-term in and set up shop. She carried a dirty, worn out, dark grey backpack around with her on one shoulder. She took whatever food she could find, but always left room for whatever utensils she might come across. She even carried a battery with her. Unused batteries were a rare find for scavengers like herself, yet she had very little clue as to what she'd use it for.
Saro did the only thing he could when the boy started fighting. He dug his fingers into the crevice he clung to and braced himself. He saw the bite coming, instinct screaming he pull back before those teeth sank into his flesh, but he knew if he did…the child would fall. As much as he’d hurt afterwards, Saro refused to heed that inner voice, although he was admittedly relieved when the child didn’t bite him, instead the boy realizing Saro meant him no harm. Good damned thing because Saro could feel himself slipping a little further over that edge bit by bit. If he didn’t get the child up soon, they were both plummeting to their deaths.
Praying the terrified child didn’t fight anymore, wrapping his fingers around that tiny wrist, he tried to pull the boy up to safety. Reality hit then, Saro realizing he leaned too far over the edge to have any leverage. “Climb up, little one,” he called, glancing back in search of a better hold, even using the tips of his boots to keep himself from slipping any further. “Use your feet to climb up. I have you, I swear.”
Praying the terrified child didn’t fight anymore, wrapping his fingers around that tiny wrist, he tried to pull the boy up to safety. Reality hit then, Saro realizing he leaned too far over the edge to have any leverage. “Climb up, little one,” he called, glancing back in search of a better hold, even using the tips of his boots to keep himself from slipping any further. “Use your feet to climb up. I have you, I swear.”
Timothy covered his mouth when he yawned, the eighteen-year-old-didn't realize that he was tired until now. However, each step he took seemed to take more effort, Tim was actually tempted to find a place to rest for a bit. Timothy his emerald - silver eyes scanned that area, a mountain with a cave..well what seemed like a cave, or a town. Takeing the chances to go into town and get some rest was to risky, unless he was camping outside he didn't wear his cloak to bed. He did that since wearing a cloak inside well you sleep was a bit odd, especially with the hood pulled over your face. Or, should he risk falling and breaking something to get high up and hidden from others? After all he could go get food the next day and no one would suspect a thing. He looked at the town,Tim tugged on his hood, what to do?
He bit his lower lip in thought when a noise caught his attention. It had come from the mountain, he was wondering why when he saw something that made his heart stop. There was a man leaning over a cliff, holding onto a child hand that just simply hung there. So many thing went through his head, all of them wondering if this person would help the kid..or let him fall. Timothy shuddered under his cloak at the very thought,and then he shook his head. With a huff he tugged at the hood once more before running towards the mountain. It seemed like he was going to the mountain first and then go into town, but at this point he really didn't care. Tim didn't even feel tired anymore, but he would later.
Tim ran and ran until something pressed against his pant leg, h had the chance to look down and shut his eyes. Ungracefully he fell and landed on someone before rolling off of the person. That didn't feel to good, he he rubbed his chest with a hand and a eye shut. "..s-sorry."He said weakly when he looked up, he didn't that he had run right into a girl, what if she was from that town!? Quickly Tim pulled his hood back up and scrambled to get to his feet. "Sorry, really really sorry! By the way that's a cool device, but I gotta go now, there a kid dangling from a mans hand at the edge of the cliff!"Timothy spoke very quickly, but didn't more, he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt her.
He bit his lower lip in thought when a noise caught his attention. It had come from the mountain, he was wondering why when he saw something that made his heart stop. There was a man leaning over a cliff, holding onto a child hand that just simply hung there. So many thing went through his head, all of them wondering if this person would help the kid..or let him fall. Timothy shuddered under his cloak at the very thought,and then he shook his head. With a huff he tugged at the hood once more before running towards the mountain. It seemed like he was going to the mountain first and then go into town, but at this point he really didn't care. Tim didn't even feel tired anymore, but he would later.
Tim ran and ran until something pressed against his pant leg, h had the chance to look down and shut his eyes. Ungracefully he fell and landed on someone before rolling off of the person. That didn't feel to good, he he rubbed his chest with a hand and a eye shut. "..s-sorry."He said weakly when he looked up, he didn't that he had run right into a girl, what if she was from that town!? Quickly Tim pulled his hood back up and scrambled to get to his feet. "Sorry, really really sorry! By the way that's a cool device, but I gotta go now, there a kid dangling from a mans hand at the edge of the cliff!"Timothy spoke very quickly, but didn't more, he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt her.
The boy continued to squeal, but clung to the man's hand. Though he didn't understand what was being said, his feet continued to flail in a panicked search for some kind of support. When he did at last find his footing, he tried to hold still to keep it, but was shaking and sobbing from his terror.
Any hope the child understood faded, Saro sliding his eyes closed, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Somehow he had to pull the boy up without overbalancing himself and sending them both plummeting to the land below. Wincing faintly, he tightened his hold on the youth and begin pulling him up, using his other hand to brace himself as well as he could. Pebbles tore at his flesh, tearing at exposed skin, digging into his arms, chest, abs, and legs. Every muscle in his body tensed and strained, the child not heavy, but their position precarious at best. However, Saro could see the boy getting closer to the ledge, the knowledge the child was close to safety giving him the encouragement he needed. With a soft growl, he managed to pull the youth the rest of the way up, managing to pull himself to safety in the process.
Saro rolled to his back and sat up, a breathy sigh escaping him, his pale gaze on the mutant child now sitting safely on solid ground. Glancing over his shoulder, he dragged himself to his feet and turned back to the boy. “Are you hungry,” he asked softly, miming the act of eating in hopes of crossing the language barrier, motioning toward his small camp, then waving at the youth to join him. “Come on. Let’s eat a bit.”
Saro rolled to his back and sat up, a breathy sigh escaping him, his pale gaze on the mutant child now sitting safely on solid ground. Glancing over his shoulder, he dragged himself to his feet and turned back to the boy. “Are you hungry,” he asked softly, miming the act of eating in hopes of crossing the language barrier, motioning toward his small camp, then waving at the youth to join him. “Come on. Let’s eat a bit.”
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The boy's feet stepped along as he was pulled up, a minor lessening of his already minimal weight. Despite the assistance, though, the first thing he did one he was on solid ground was to skitter back from the man. He crouched on all fours several feet away, still wide-eyed and quivering, in part from almost falling and in part because he did not know what to expect of this person before him.
The man did not shout at him, as most did when they spotted him. Instead he spoke to him softly, and his gestures were not angry, but calm. The boy watched closely how the man moved his hands in relation to his mouth, and took a hesitant half-step forward.
"F-f-food?" he asked nervously, perhaps over-pronouncing the sounds a bit. "T-take... food?"
))The boy's feet stepped along as he was pulled up, a minor lessening of his already minimal weight. Despite the assistance, though, the first thing he did one he was on solid ground was to skitter back from the man. He crouched on all fours several feet away, still wide-eyed and quivering, in part from almost falling and in part because he did not know what to expect of this person before him.
The man did not shout at him, as most did when they spotted him. Instead he spoke to him softly, and his gestures were not angry, but calm. The boy watched closely how the man moved his hands in relation to his mouth, and took a hesitant half-step forward.
"F-f-food?" he asked nervously, perhaps over-pronouncing the sounds a bit. "T-take... food?"
((I can understand. Whimsical wants to post, too, but she's trying to wait...lol I tried to wait a bit, too. That's why I didn't post until now, but I feel bad making you wait so...here you go! 
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Saro couldn’t say the boy didn’t understand him, but nor did the child completely know what he offered. Trying to explain again wouldn’t help, though, the boy’s language skills underdeveloped, yet amazing for a full mutant. So he smiled a bit and walked back to his small camp, motioning for the little guy to follow him. His next concern became whether the food burned, Saro quickly sinking down to check the meat, relieved the food was just a little more done than he liked. Well, if that’s the worse he suffered for saving an innocent’s life, he was more than happy. Gathering his plate, he portioned out a little over half the meat, two slices of bread, and a few slices of cheese, offering the food to the young child who’d like risked his life trying to get something to eat to begin with.
“This is for you,” Saro stated softly, motioning to an area across from him. Whether the boy understood anything he said or not, he hoped speaking would help calm the youth down and make him a little more comfortable. “Sit down and eat. You’re okay here. You’re safe.”
))Saro couldn’t say the boy didn’t understand him, but nor did the child completely know what he offered. Trying to explain again wouldn’t help, though, the boy’s language skills underdeveloped, yet amazing for a full mutant. So he smiled a bit and walked back to his small camp, motioning for the little guy to follow him. His next concern became whether the food burned, Saro quickly sinking down to check the meat, relieved the food was just a little more done than he liked. Well, if that’s the worse he suffered for saving an innocent’s life, he was more than happy. Gathering his plate, he portioned out a little over half the meat, two slices of bread, and a few slices of cheese, offering the food to the young child who’d like risked his life trying to get something to eat to begin with.
“This is for you,” Saro stated softly, motioning to an area across from him. Whether the boy understood anything he said or not, he hoped speaking would help calm the youth down and make him a little more comfortable. “Sit down and eat. You’re okay here. You’re safe.”
((Anybody know what's going on with Aposynthe? I tried PMing her but haven't heard back yet.))
While he was careful not to get closer to the man himself, the boy warily followed him to the camp. He watched as food was served up. When it was offered, at first he simply stared, confused. Even between not-grey people, he had only occasionally seen such behavior; usually food needed to be stolen or fought for.
The child crept forward slowly, eyes constantly zipping between the man and the proffered food in case it was some sort of trap. That concern over it being a trap also led to the child dashing back again as soon as he had haphazardly snatched a fist-full of meat. Only after he looked to make sure the man was not pursuing him did he mash the meat into his face - and even then, he kept looking back at the man again and again.
While he was careful not to get closer to the man himself, the boy warily followed him to the camp. He watched as food was served up. When it was offered, at first he simply stared, confused. Even between not-grey people, he had only occasionally seen such behavior; usually food needed to be stolen or fought for.
The child crept forward slowly, eyes constantly zipping between the man and the proffered food in case it was some sort of trap. That concern over it being a trap also led to the child dashing back again as soon as he had haphazardly snatched a fist-full of meat. Only after he looked to make sure the man was not pursuing him did he mash the meat into his face - and even then, he kept looking back at the man again and again.
Timothy bit his lip, that child had gotten to safety, that was a defiant relief to him. However, he knew very well what he saw, a young man risking his own life to safe a young child,but he wanted to know what drew the boy up there. And if he was really safe. Timothy pressed his lips together thoughtfully, he wanted to get up there. No. He had to get up there. He looked back down at the ground, solid ground under his feet, the thought of climbing up there without shoes did not sound all that great to him. If anything, trying to get up there with how he was could only cause more issues and that wasn't something that the boy and young man needed.
A path, or trail would be very nice at the moment. His pale eyes went from the ledge to any other way to get up top. Nothing to the left, but to the right there was something. It seemed like a bunch of bushes hiding something, maybe a path for a safe way up? Timothy looked at the girl he had crashed into, he really did feel bad for running into her like that. After all she had been minding her own business that did not require Tim running into her and then proceeding to land on her.
"Ahaha, sorry, sorry but I gotta go. Thanks for the soft landing lady."Timothy said in his version of being polite, and then hurried over to the path.
The higher Timothy got the more his heart pounded in his chest. He was sure that if someone was walking with him they would be able to hear his heart thumping in his chest. His nerves and fears that grew when he got to the top, the scene from earlier played through his mind and heart like a old show. That boy had better be alright, was Timothy finally thought before he started to walk to the cave mouth. Here went nothing. Timothy peeked into the cave, being sure to stay hidden.
Timothy looked at the young and and then the boy, a mutant like him. Well, not quite the same but he was still hated by others. Tim frowned, the boy must have been hungry, why didn't he think long enoguh to get a way up there instead of almost dieing. He looked away from the hungry,more like starved, child and then looked at the other person. The person that had saved the boy, so he was in good hands after all.
A path, or trail would be very nice at the moment. His pale eyes went from the ledge to any other way to get up top. Nothing to the left, but to the right there was something. It seemed like a bunch of bushes hiding something, maybe a path for a safe way up? Timothy looked at the girl he had crashed into, he really did feel bad for running into her like that. After all she had been minding her own business that did not require Tim running into her and then proceeding to land on her.
"Ahaha, sorry, sorry but I gotta go. Thanks for the soft landing lady."Timothy said in his version of being polite, and then hurried over to the path.
The higher Timothy got the more his heart pounded in his chest. He was sure that if someone was walking with him they would be able to hear his heart thumping in his chest. His nerves and fears that grew when he got to the top, the scene from earlier played through his mind and heart like a old show. That boy had better be alright, was Timothy finally thought before he started to walk to the cave mouth. Here went nothing. Timothy peeked into the cave, being sure to stay hidden.
Timothy looked at the young and and then the boy, a mutant like him. Well, not quite the same but he was still hated by others. Tim frowned, the boy must have been hungry, why didn't he think long enoguh to get a way up there instead of almost dieing. He looked away from the hungry,more like starved, child and then looked at the other person. The person that had saved the boy, so he was in good hands after all.
An amused smile tugging at his lips, Saro watched the young boy all but inhale his prize, the tiny youth obviously savoring the meat. However, as appreciated as the food was, the boy didn’t trust him. Nodding in understanding, he set the boy’s plate down and sat back to enjoy his own food. He just managed to eat with a bit more dignity, but then he doubted he had much to worry about at that particular moment. The boy certainly wasn’t a threat to him and he really didn’t think anyone else was about, at least not that high up the mountain side.
“There’s more there, if you like,” he murmured softly, motioning to the plate he set up for the youth.
A shift in the air drew his attention, Saro sliding his eyes closed. He could feel someone out there, someone walking around, coming closer to where the mutant boy and he sat. It was one of many abilities he held, Saro so in tune with nature that he felt even the slightest shift in the air. He glanced over, but in no other way acknowledged their unexpected guest. For one thing, he didn’t know what this newest soul’s intentions were, whether the individual came to make sure they were all right or if he intended to hunt the mutant boy. For another, he didn’t want to startle the mutant boy, not if he could finish his meal without fear, without worry. Lowering his gaze, but remaining very aware of those around him, he focused on his own feed and eating enough to end the nagging gnawing deep in his gut.
“There’s more there, if you like,” he murmured softly, motioning to the plate he set up for the youth.
A shift in the air drew his attention, Saro sliding his eyes closed. He could feel someone out there, someone walking around, coming closer to where the mutant boy and he sat. It was one of many abilities he held, Saro so in tune with nature that he felt even the slightest shift in the air. He glanced over, but in no other way acknowledged their unexpected guest. For one thing, he didn’t know what this newest soul’s intentions were, whether the individual came to make sure they were all right or if he intended to hunt the mutant boy. For another, he didn’t want to startle the mutant boy, not if he could finish his meal without fear, without worry. Lowering his gaze, but remaining very aware of those around him, he focused on his own feed and eating enough to end the nagging gnawing deep in his gut.
The little boy hand managed to snag a second haphazard handful much the same way as the first, and was cautiously creeping forward when he paused and sniffed. His eyes darted around as he crept forward more slowly and actually took the plate this time. He started flashing nervous little scowls in various directions, though he didn't quite make any noise, as he moved closer to the man, almost hiding by him.
After all, the man had been nice so far, but this new thing was a mystery. The small child guarded his food jealously as he continued to eat.
After all, the man had been nice so far, but this new thing was a mystery. The small child guarded his food jealously as he continued to eat.
'..little point in hiding now..'Timothy thought,the boy had already seen him despite his attempts to stay hidden. He sighed, most snakes were good at camouflage weren't they? Then how come he was so bad at blending in with his surroundings, especially at a time like this. He sighed before smiling a bit and then proceeded to step inside of the cave. He wondered if taking off his hood would be a good idea. Considering the fact that he was a mutant, different from the young boy, but still very much a mutant could cause some issues. Timothy looked at the younger man with his snake like eyes, he didn't seem to mind at all.
"...uh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I saw what was happening earlier and wanted to know if the boy was alright."Timothy explained himself, he sounded so calm and mature. Oh, it made him feel so proud inside but he fought back his smile of pure pride.
Timothy turned to the boy,"Hey, hey,would you give a person a chance? I know it's really hard when a lot people would rather hurt you then help you."He said to the boy and pulled his hood off. He looked human, only he had snake eyes and opal scales here and there. Defiantly not a normal human. "So.."Timothy could feel his nerves going up, which caused the letter 's' in 'so' to be an over extricated 's'. Still he manged a smile.
"...uh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I saw what was happening earlier and wanted to know if the boy was alright."Timothy explained himself, he sounded so calm and mature. Oh, it made him feel so proud inside but he fought back his smile of pure pride.
Timothy turned to the boy,"Hey, hey,would you give a person a chance? I know it's really hard when a lot people would rather hurt you then help you."He said to the boy and pulled his hood off. He looked human, only he had snake eyes and opal scales here and there. Defiantly not a normal human. "So.."Timothy could feel his nerves going up, which caused the letter 's' in 'so' to be an over extricated 's'. Still he manged a smile.
Saro smiled as the boy all but used him as a shield, the youth apparently trusting him enough to feel he meant no harm after all. That was definitely something. Now to deal with the other young man, one who finally stepped into sight, explaining himself without prompting, and quickly revealing he was yet another mutant. Further prove the world was changing more and more every day, her children evolving quickly in an effort to keep up with her. As for Saro, he wasn’t a mutant, but magic ran through his veins, his connection to Mother Earth just as strong as the two boys others saw as nothing moe than freaks.
“Thank you for checking on him, although he seems no worse for wear,” Saro said, his ice blue eyes locking on the new comer. “I’m afraid he doesn’t understand most of what you’re saying. I know he understands some, but not much.” Glancing back at the mutant youth happily chowing down on his food, Saro turned back to the snake-like youth. “I don’t have much left, but you’re more than welcome to join us if you’d like.”
“Thank you for checking on him, although he seems no worse for wear,” Saro said, his ice blue eyes locking on the new comer. “I’m afraid he doesn’t understand most of what you’re saying. I know he understands some, but not much.” Glancing back at the mutant youth happily chowing down on his food, Saro turned back to the snake-like youth. “I don’t have much left, but you’re more than welcome to join us if you’d like.”
((Kid only smelled him, actually. ^^))
The child inched closer to the one who'd rescued him when the newer stranger appeared, and peered out only to hiss briefly before hiding behind the man again. He did not try to run, though, as the stranger so far didn't seem to pose any immediate threat. Even though the new stranger had clearly seen him, he did not yell as most did. He did not speak quite so softly as the first stranger, but it was still not aggressive.
And sure enough, just as the first stranger had said, the boy didn't actually understand any of the words. He had heard many of them before, sure, but he had yet to associate any meaning to them.
The child inched closer to the one who'd rescued him when the newer stranger appeared, and peered out only to hiss briefly before hiding behind the man again. He did not try to run, though, as the stranger so far didn't seem to pose any immediate threat. Even though the new stranger had clearly seen him, he did not yell as most did. He did not speak quite so softly as the first stranger, but it was still not aggressive.
And sure enough, just as the first stranger had said, the boy didn't actually understand any of the words. He had heard many of them before, sure, but he had yet to associate any meaning to them.
"Okay, it's nothing that big is it?"He asked the young man. His eyes were making him unease again, which wasn't that hard for Tim. The snake-like teenager rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from him. Timothy blinked a few times, didn't understand him? The boy didn't look that old, about 4 to 8 years old. The world really was a cruel place. He sighed,'..wow, the world hasn't gotten any better has it' He thought to himself. He did look pretty young, so maybe this was his second chance in life.
"Hmm?"Tim looked at remained of the food, and shrugged. He wasn't all that hungry,"No thanks, I'm fine."He told the young man. Then wondered who they were, he really doubted that the boy had a name but the man should right? He rubbed the back of his neck again, nervous habit of his that never died.
"I'm Timothy, and you are..."Tim trailed off, waiting for the man to say his name.
"Hmm?"Tim looked at remained of the food, and shrugged. He wasn't all that hungry,"No thanks, I'm fine."He told the young man. Then wondered who they were, he really doubted that the boy had a name but the man should right? He rubbed the back of his neck again, nervous habit of his that never died.
"I'm Timothy, and you are..."Tim trailed off, waiting for the man to say his name.
The soft warning hiss catching him off guard, Saro glanced back at the mutant boy, noting he just warned their guest to keep his distance. Turning back to the young man standing before him, he found himself studying those unique features, the snake-like eyes and the scales located in various places. Judging by the youth’s speech, his tongue was more than likely forked like a snake’s, as well. Rather unique, fascinating mutations as far as Saro was concerned, although he wouldn’t say as much. No, too many people were quick to judge and attack anyone different, pointing out those mutations likely to put the young man on edge. Instead, he simply smiled and motioned for the older boy to take a seat near the camp fire.
“Saro,” he answered quietly, looking back at the boy finishing off his meal. Glancing at his still untouched food, Saro shrugged and offered that to the poor boy, as well. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you his name. I doubt he even has one, but I can’t be sure. The first I met him is when he lost his footing on the cliff. I’m assuming, judging by the way he’s eating, the smell of food drew him.”
“Saro,” he answered quietly, looking back at the boy finishing off his meal. Glancing at his still untouched food, Saro shrugged and offered that to the poor boy, as well. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you his name. I doubt he even has one, but I can’t be sure. The first I met him is when he lost his footing on the cliff. I’m assuming, judging by the way he’s eating, the smell of food drew him.”
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