[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Run he said and so she did run. She didn't look back because he had told her if there was a chance for something to go wrong then they should run and not look back. Her brother had said something like this might happen that suspicion ruled the minds of the others these days but she'd had hope that they would just leave them along and they could live in peace. But once the word left his lips that was all she thought about, the word bouncing along in her mind like a broken record. Run, run, run. Her breathing was a jagged panting as she moved over the cold and dry ground that threatened to drip her up. Chest burning with the effort to pull in enough oxygen to keep her on her feet. That had been days ago and yet she'd never stopped moving because she couldn't, not while there was a chance that perhaps they would catch up to her. When her brother had not showed up behind her she only suspected the worst and though she wanted to turn back she knew she couldn't. Whatever she did she could not turn back to look for him.
A knife was gripped in her shaking hand slightly slicked with dried and old blood. Puffs of air filtered up from her slightly parted lips as she pressed herself against the side of a tree, eyes flicking down to her covered form. She wore a plain grey shirt with ripped up jeans that were filthy at the bottom and she was shoeless. But her clothes were covered by hooded cloak that she wore. Right now it was pulled over to cover her face in shadow as she cleared her throat and tried to swallow. But it was tough going as she was thirsty and it strained her throat. Her jaw clenched slightly at the sudden feeling of pain pressing against her other hand and she lifted it up to peer at the miscolored fingers before flipping it over to look at the back where a long cut was prominent there. Oh, she must have cut herself on something. Gently she leaned her body slightly grab at the hem of her cloak and tear a bit off at the bottom to wrap her hand with. Well, at least she wasn't hungry considering she had managed to catch a rabbit not too long ago. But she had no idea where she was or where she was even going. She was further north than she intended to be plus the sun was going down and it was only going to get colder.
She pulled her cloak around her and pushed from the tree with one hand before stumbling forward. Her body was tensed and she listened for even the smallest hint of sound. Something she had learned on her own. Her gaze traveled along the broken up grass and she paused for a moment before she ducked down to sit on the ground, pulling her legs up so that she could rest her chin on her knee. Even if she was meant to continue being on the move she also knew she had to rest some time and constantly moving would get her little to now where. After she rested then she would go on. Just a couple of minutes.
[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
No one had told him to run. In fact, they'd told him to stay. They'd done their best to keep him in place, his biological parents so that he could work the farm and be married off, like his older brothers; and his uncle so that he wouldn't get himself killed. At least, that's what he said.
And by some miracle, Gray hadn't gotten himself killed, not when he first ran away from the farm or when he'd run away from the Hansons, and not because he'd played it safe and avoided trouble instead of looking for it. No, Gray was always looking for trouble, and with every passing day he got better at finding it.
Today the teenager had found something else, a woman around a decade older than him, wrapped in a cloak and crouched on the ground. She was armed, but so was he. "Hey." He called as he approached her, squinting as he tried to make out her features.
//Welcome to the Flintlock Lodge!
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17] General:
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
 Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk
Important Facts:
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 DETAILED IS STILL A BIG WIP
 Articulate; contemplative; efficient; driven; incisive; intelligent; meticulous; orderly; perceptive; practical; rational; self-sufficient; shrewd; vigilant; witty, enigmatic; frank; neutral; placid; private; reserved; restrained; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; morbid; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
Links:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
[div style="min-height:20px;color:#302e2c;font-size:13pt;line-height:80%;font-family:palatino;word-spacing:-2px"][b]❝ GOODBYE, MY [span style="opacity:0.4"]FRIENDS[/span]. ❞
[align=center][size=8pt]These were times, when faced with armed people, that Calum wanted to go and find Moksha. But Moksha wasn't around at the moment. He was dealing with finding the right wood for those shelves that Johannes had wanted in the mines. Once he found that, Calum would go help put them up, since four hands were better than two. On his way back to the lodge with a bundle of roots in his hand, he paused to look over at the group of three, biting his lip before deciding to go over. He ran his hand through his hair, his sad doe eyes settling on first Gray then the unknown person. "What's up," he asked, flashing a handsome smile and shifting from one foot to the next as he watch the stranger.
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]She heard someone approaching before she saw who it was and she chastised herself. This was why she should have kept moving. Being caught could mean life or death and she understood that she couldn't trust everyone. Some people had even turned toward cannibalism because of their lack of hunting knowledge and humans were easier to take down most times than animals were. Her knife flipped parallel with her arm, the dull side against her wrist as she gripped the handle. This position she held it was meant for slashing, not stabbing. If she didn't have to kill anyone that would be good. Hurting was fine and if she could distract them then she could make a run for it. A twist of fear wormed its way up her spine and she took a breath to try and calm herself. She wasn't meant for attacking head on since her strengths lied with ambush instead and stealth. She wasn't strong enough for frontal assaults so she had to hope she could catch whoever it was off guard before they had a chance to do anything or possibly say anything.
But what she saw made her hesitate. He was just a boy, a young one at that and she watched him from under her hood, honey brown eyes slightly narrowed. She didn't want to hurt a boy but still she kept her guard up even as he spoke to her. He only spoke one but she didn't trust him and she pressed a hand against the ground to steady herself but her attention was taken by another one, a different male, that came forward. The situation didn't look good to her because they were both men which most times meant more strength then what she had and if they could catch her... Her lips pulled in a thin line as she looked at the new arrival. An older gentleman, definitely her senior and he looked to be hurt. There could be an advantage in that but still they didn't seem to be hostile which was slightly confusing to her. What...did they want then? A part of her didn't want to linger around and she pushed herself to her feet, hand still pressed against the trunk of the tree she was using as support.
When he spoke she looked in his direction but kept a good awareness of her surroundings before she swallowed slowly. The blood on her knife was merely rabbit blood and something she hadn't have a chance to clean off just yet. Legs shaking with a fine tremor she used her other hand to pull her cloak tighter around her. He'd called her miss. No one called her miss and it was strange. "Been better." Her low toned voice finally lifted into the open air as she flicked her gaze back over to the boy that had first approached. It was very likely that the both of them were armed and she gritted her teeth as she pressed her foot against the ground to steady herself more, it hurt. She'd been walking barefoot for a while and it was possible that here feet were rawed by now. Her gaze then snapped up to look at the next one to arrive and he smiled at her, the way that an old friend would smile at someone they had known for along time. She didn't like that smile.
Three guys. She narrowed her gaze before she moved her hand then from her cloak and she stood on her own power, with what strength she could muster for herself. "What do you want?" She was outnumbered so she wasn't going to be able to fight all three of them. So she needed to know what they wanted and why. Maybe she could be persuasive but the idea alone almost sickened her and so she looked away for a split second, hand tightening on the hilt of her dagger. "If this is land that you have claimed. I didn't mean to be on it." There was a small accent to her voice, almost unnoticeable and slightly hidden beneath the lower pitched tones of her feminine voice.
//thanks! i'm excited to be here!
[align=center][size=8pt]Calum watched her become rather skittish. Heck, was she going to be okay around Moksha? The thought of Moksha being the one to come greet her instead of little five foot ten Calum was a little unnerving. He hoped she was quick to get comfortable, or else she'd be in for a shock coming up to a man the size of a bear at seven four. He was dangerous up close, Calum decided he would tell her that he was dangerous up close. if she stayed away from Moka, and was fast it would all be good. Besides, Moksha had a tenancy to ignore the ones without attitude. And this girl seemed really nice. "Oh, um," he said, smiling a little and stepping forward to put his hand out for her to shake. He was still dressed terribly for this weather, in his silk vest, but he'd found some nice fuzzy boots earlier so he kind of looked like a mismatched dork.
"It's claimed, b-but we're not really violent unless you attack us, I don't think. I'm Calum, I-I'm kind of new around here too?" He bit his lip, his doe eyes staring over her curiously, and after a moment he kind of looked a bit flustered. "A-at least I haven't seen anyone get hurt yet, um. Sorry, I don't usually stumble I-you-it's um... I just think you're cute," he said, his confidence making his chest puff out. He didn't want to scare her off. She really was cute, of course Calum thought everyone was cute. It would just be a shame if she left scared...
He also sort of realized he'd pushed in front of Gray and the other guy. He felt kind of intrusive but he couldn't help it. He liked to talk.
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The moment he stepped forward was the moment her hand raised up with the knife in it. She pulled cross her chest with the action of defending. So the way it was positioned would allow for a quick slice if need be. But soon his hand extended in a gesture of shaking hands. For a moment her hidden eyes just stared at the other and his outstretched hand. She made no move to grab it but she did drop her knife from her defending position. Even if she didn't grab it he seemed to continue talking. Rambling on about being new here though the most prominent information to her was the fact that they wouldn't attack unless she did first. This was good news. She might be safe and she breathed in a gentle breath before giving a light nod. Although what he said afterwards made her tense up and she felt a snort pull from her nose.
"Do you often speak without thinking of what you are saying?" It was an innocent but blunt question and she flicked her knife before jamming it into the tree. The curved blade struck out of the flesh of the trunk as she pushed back the hood of her cloak. Her question was out of caution for the simple fact that he had yet to see her face since she had it hidden in the shade of her hood but now she was revealed and she folded her arms over her chest as she sighed almost bitterly, eyes drooping a bit now that some of the tension had passed. The group wasn't hostile so she didn't have a reason to be either. "Calum, I'm Crow. Who are they?" She motioned with her head in the other two's direction after she gave her nickname. She was more comfortable with them just calling her Crow. It made things easier.
[align=center][size=9pt]Calum didnt' mind not having shaken hands. Moksha just yelled at him if he didn't offer, so he'd gotten into a habit. Putting his hand down and stuffing his cold fingers into his pants pockets, he kind of rolled up onto the balls of his feet, bouncing a bit. "Yeah," he chuckled, still flashing that bright white grin. "I get yelled at a lot for it!" He seemed proud of himself, though. He had no need to be ashamed of it, he'd done nothing to get him into any big trouble with anyone except Moka the whole time he'd been doing it. "Crow," he said, giving a sarcastic bow. "You can just call me Cal," he added, looking back at his friends. Well, he thought of them as friends.
Without even thinking that they might want to introduce themselves, or rather just Gray, since he didn't know the other, he spoke up. "This one's Gray! He's like, the coolest," he scoffed, going to swing his arm down and drop it over Gray's shoulders. "And I don't know this guy!" He thumbed towards Arlo.
//tracking to read, welcome to the Flintlock Lodge!
MISERABLE MORNINGS. NEVERENDING NIGHTS
narin luna ; she/her ; 33y ; 5'3
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