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Post by clementine on Jan 8, 2010 20:22:06 GMT -5
Valerian looked away in refusal, his eyes catching on his re-bandaged leg. He wondered why it wasn't throbbing so bad at the moment. With a sigh, he looked back at the male who had essentially saved him.
"I am Valerian." He finally said, voice still rough and words stunted as if he wasn't used to talking. In fact, it'd been a long while since he had uttered his own name.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 8, 2010 20:25:53 GMT -5
"Valerian, huh?" Sita said, looking at the male. "I have no problem with gutting you the next time you try to steal from me, or if you choose to attack me." he said, going over and slashing the big male's ropes.
"Promises are promises, you can go." he said, watching the male warily.
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Post by clementine on Jan 8, 2010 20:41:48 GMT -5
Valerian blinked tiredly down at the ropes that were now slack. "Should've...killed me then." He replied tonelessly, lumbering to his feet only to catch himself on a low branch to keep from falling on his face. Great. This vacation was officially over.
He glanced over his shoulder at the boy once again before his disappeared into the dark, his totem animal etched into his back barely a flash before that too was gone as well.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 8, 2010 20:52:43 GMT -5
Sita watched the big male go, before sitting down and sighing. Looks like it was back to the boring old grind. But hey--he only had a few more weeks to go. He started humming again, the Strawberry Waltz, his and his brother's favorite song as he finished repairing his spears.
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Post by clementine on Jan 8, 2010 20:57:52 GMT -5
Valerian didn't stray far, wanting to stay close for some reason. In fact, he was so close that he could hear the boy humming. Perched in his own tree, Val let his eyes slip shut as he listened. He wondered over the boy's name and who he was, knowing that the teen was more than likely on walkabout, trying to earn his own status in the tribe.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 8, 2010 21:02:27 GMT -5
"Heed my warning my dar-arling, don't let the twilight droooown, Feel the shoreline thri-i-i-ving, turn around, turn around, turn around..." he sang softly, his sweet voice carrying on the wind as he sat down against his tree, huddling up a bit, closing his eyes as he decided to catch some sleep. He'd get up early and train a bit.
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Post by clementine on Jan 8, 2010 21:12:11 GMT -5
Valerian smiled, mouthing along silently with the words. He soon drifted off as well, listening to the sound of the boy's sweet voice on the wind. When he woke up again, he would be woken up by the noises of the young Majikadai's training.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 8, 2010 22:59:50 GMT -5
Sita was training hard, going through his techniques and atttacks, sweat pouring off his tanned body. He was only in his loin cloth, because that was the clothing he would have to wear for the actual tournament battle. He couldn't feel the cold of the morning, and he actually felt a little thrill as he moved. It always lit his blood on fire.
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Post by clementine on Jan 9, 2010 0:57:54 GMT -5
Val stirred, yawned, and stretched out the kinks in his back as he straddled his tree branch, simply watching for a moment. He knew he should have been appreciating the boy's skills, but he found that he was enjoying the way those muscles rippled beneath that tanned skin.
Now that boy's ass was something a male could lose himself in. Snorting at the wayward thoughts, Valerian jumped from his perched and landed with a quiet thump. He stumbled slightly but it was pretty much a smooth jump. Walking just close enough to be out of hit range, Val squatted down, watching the male with molten eyes.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 9, 2010 22:30:45 GMT -5
Sita frowned and crouched, feeling something in the forrests. He grabbed his spear, looking about with sharp dark violet eyes. What was it?
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Post by clementine on Jan 9, 2010 22:48:37 GMT -5
"Right side is weak." Valerian called in his strange, clipped words, tossing a stone at the young male. He didn't move from his spot, simply watching some more.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 9, 2010 22:53:21 GMT -5
Sita caught the stone, dropping it on the ground before he frowned, he knew that voice. He stood, looking at the spot he heard the male's voice come from. "Why are you still around?" he called into the trees.
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Post by clementine on Jan 9, 2010 22:58:43 GMT -5
"Have not talked in...long time." Valerian replied truthfully, suddenly behind Sita. "Name?" He asked, curious to know the good looking boy's name.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 7:05:39 GMT -5
Sita turned, keeping his spear aimed at the male, not threateningly--but just in case. He blinked as he was asked his name, and he looked at the handsome, strange male in confusion. "I am Sita." he said, blinking at the man. "And you are...Valerian, right?" Sita asked, recalling the name the male had grunted out the night before.
"What do you want?"
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Post by clementine on Jan 10, 2010 16:17:52 GMT -5
Valerian cocked his head to the side and blinked at the spear. He'd never heard of a Sita before. Was this male Majakadai or not? He hadn't left his tribe that long ago so he was sure he wold have heard of the boy. For now, Val pushed the thoughts aside.
"Watching." He replied firmly with a nod, beads clacking together.. "Training for...ritual, yeah?"
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