A Strange Raven'sway Meeting [Lion]

[Trenzalor]

Mira stretches as she wakes up for a new day of walking. A few days ago Mira had walked into the forest along her journey to try to learn more about the world, and has been in this forest since then. She yawns as she finishes up her stretch and starts getting up for the morning. Once she's gotten up and worked the kinks out of her back she starts packing up her small little campsite. She undoes her tent and sleeping bag and disrupts her campfire. Once everything has been organized she bundles them all up into/onto her backpack and gets ready to keep walking along her path. Mira looks up at the leaves and smiles lightly to herself as she sees the nature outside of her home village.

Mira starts walking in her original direction through the forest with her backpack on her back and her cloak fluttering along as she walks through the forest. She tries to keep herself walking for as long as she can before she needs to rest. She's not really trying to sneak around so she's not hard to miss if someone were looking for her. Mira does her best to keep herself steady as she walks over the muddy ground. The trees around her stand still as their leaves rustle lightly in the wind. She has just been walking through the forest just hoping to bump into someone or something.

[Lion]

It wasn't his fault. It's exactly what he'd been trying to tell them and they wouldn't listen to him.

Of course not. They never did. Wherever he went, if something went horribly catastrophically wrong what happened? They blamed him. It never fucking failed.

Quinlan was exhausted from running. When they caught him the first time, they beat him nearly senseless. His veins were killing him, even breathing left him laboring for...well, breath. He kneed one of them in his tiny balls and took off running the first chance he got. Even then he could already feel the burn in his veins.

The bloody curse wasn't going to leave him alone. He had bigger problems than a bunch of bandits that thought he stole from them. They had planned to torture him, to tear him apart little by little until there was nothing left of him but his pinky toe. At least that was until he promised that he could lead them to a bigger prize. A cave in a far off hillside that had some buried treasure in it.

Folsom Mire was the name of the place, but it was unmarked on any map, and that was when they took off a fingernail. Of course they didn't believe him. Of course, they weren't convinced that he was more useful to him alive rather than dead. He'd been too disoriented by the pain to pay attention to the blood that could have ended them all quickly. He'd been starving too.

So there he was trudging through that thick, horrid Ravensway forest with a bandit gang hot on his trail, hungry, sore, tired, thirsty and bleeding. It wasn't the worst thing that happened to him in his life. Not even close, but even he could agree that his current state was pretty shitty.

Gods' balls he needed a drink. Or 10, and some hot soup and bread would be nice. He wasn't picky!

Quinlan's legs kept up at a continuously dragging pace. He could hear voices in the distance calling out to their comrades to "Find him!" "Alive!" and "Skin him!" Little did they know that he would make for a terrible leather coat.

Nevertheless he ran faster at the prompting of his pursuers and bounded over rounded tree roots that sprung up from the ground. The brush was exceedingly thick, as it were when one as trodding far from any beaten path. He kept running, looking back only long enough to see if any of the bandits were getting closer.

He didn't see the strange woman on the actual beaten path in front of him, moving into his trajectory. At the last second he collided hard with her body, and knocking them both full force to the ground. At least his face was cushioned in the fall by the generosity of her bountiful chest, leaving only his hands and knees scraped up on the dirt path.

"Excuse me," he murmured, voice muffled in her bosoms. "I think you're in my way."

[Trenzalor]

Mira felt like her day has been going well so far. She's been walking at a decent pace and she feels like the scenery has been good for what she's seen so far. to her everything has just been a nice little pleasant walk through the forest. Having made it through the ordeals behind her, this was a nice little respite from all of that chaos. Of, course, she had no idea what she was literally about to run into.

She had to admit though she was also getting a little bit hungry. She considered setting up a small cooking fire and maybe doing some hunting for a while but she waved it off. She can hold off until she's actually hungry, instead of just peckish. When she hears something off in the distance she stops for a moment and tries to listen in on what's going on. When she can't make it out she decides to just keep to herself and if she gets involved then she'll just deal with it on her own then. Though of course she hoped that she wouldn't have to get involved.

When the voices start to get closer, Mira starts to get a bit wary since she can hear what they're saying now. She can hear then calling out to kill some one and she'd prefer not to get in their way and become on of their targets. However she isn't sure what to do other than just keep moving and just hope that they don't notice her since she can't hide herself very well.

Mira is about to keeps moving when she's suddenly run into, sending her and her passenger down to the ground. Once she manages to get her bearings she looks over whoever ran into her. When Quinlan ran into her, he sent her voluptuous mound a jostling. Her bust and ass jiggle around like perpetual motion jello, but she doesn't really seem to care. She's more concerned about the man who ran into her than the lewd situation her put her assets in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me help you up."

Mira does her best to stand up and help up Quinlan, even though she seems to be wearing a blindfold. However she quickly remembers that she heard the sounds off bandits nearby and she has no idea what to do.

"You're not one of them, are you?"

[Lion]

Feeling her scramble to her feet underneath him caused Quinlan to roll off to the side and slowly push himself up. He was dusty and choked on the sensation of dirt in his throat. He coughed and as the dirt clouds settled had the vague sensation that he’d been nestled in a waterbed. It had been unpleasant and left him very confused.

“Gods, are you ok? I’d be more concerned with popping on impact,” he observed and dusted himself off. Quinlan glanced behind him momentarily. “Either way, I’ve gotten worse scrapes through and through.”

There was a point of talking too much and whether or not he should keep running. His legs were aching something mad, and he was out of breath. Running wouldn’t get him very far at this particular point in his escape, but maybe hiding would. They were bandits, they didn’t care who they found so long as they had some kind of punching bag. Or an air mattress.

Quinlan shook his head, holding his ribs where he’d surely felt some of them had cracked. “One of them? Hell fucking no, sister. And if you don’t fucking get out of here, you’ll be sorry for it. Wrong place, wrong time. You know how that goes.”

He scooted around her as the bandits were fast approaching, their voices whooping up a storm. He spotted an embankment beside the road and threw himself down the ridge that was opposite the dirt path he came from, forcing his body into a divot where the roots of the nearest tree had broken the dried dirt away. It wasn’t perfect but this would have to do on such short notice.

Now all he had to do was not make a noise and hope they didn’t notice him.

[Trenzalor]

Mira really hopes that this person isn't one of the bandits she's been hearing running through the woods. Though if he is she also hopes that she could take him in a fight. She can probably dodge him, but the rest of the fight is up for debate. Though when he says what he says she's mostly just confused.

"Popping me? How would you pop me? People don't just pop other people to my knowledge."

Mira dusts her own self off as well, and she grabs her tits to make them stop jiggling around. Once she's dusted off she tries to get a good look of the man that she just ran into. She can see that the man seems to be in pan and she wants to help him, but she knows that if there are bandits out and about that she can't just start using her magic otherwise they might hear them and that definitely will not be helpful. When Quinlan tells her that he's not a bandits she's rather relieved.

"That's good to know. I know we need to find a way out of hear, but you don't look well enough to run."

When Mira sees Quinlan heading towards the embankment she gets what he's trying to do and she runs for a deep part of the embankment to try and hide her, large self. Mira lays there, keeping and eye on Quinlan from where she's laying and doing her best to try not to be noticed by the bandits and hoping that they just pass the two of them by.

[Trenzalor]

(Is everything alright?)

[Lion]

[I did mention that I had been coming back from a flight and have a full-time job. Nonetheless, I apologize for the delay. Also, sidenote: don't be afraid to help lead the story. Remember, this is a cooperative effort, not just one of us has to direct the action at a time, feel free to control background characters as well. You don't have to wait for me to direct the scene. Enjoy!]

Quinlan kept tight into the crevice from where he was. He definitely hadn't been counting on her to follow him here. He didn't care where she went, just as long as it was away from him, so when she joined his hiding spot, he scowled at her.  He said nothing and just held his breath, keeping it low enough so that his heart would calm down. The needle-like pangs inching through his veins forced him to bite down on his lip.

He cut his eyes to her again. Didn't she have a blindfold on? Why the hell did it look like she was looking at him? Couldn't she find her own hiding spot?

He didn't waste any time trying to ask her when dirt was kicked from the edge of the embankment. In fact he pushed out what little breathe he had, and listened intently for the sound of feet crunching dirt on the road.

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know!" one bandit replied to the other.

"Well, keep looking! I'm gonna drop down there, and check it out. Lod, you come with me."

Quinlan didn't know who Lod was or what each dumb bastard started to call themselves. When you surrounded yourselves with lowlifes, one face soon blended into another. The bandits jumped off the edge of the path, along with another both of them were wielding weapons. One a club, and the other an axe. They were gruff and scarred, Lod was the heavier of the two, well-muscled and balding, while the first bandit was lean and gaunt.

Quinlan knew this was a bad idea. He should have kept running. Thankfully, they were coming up on the woman's side and would likely see her first. He kept his right fist balled up close to him and when he spied them through the brush as they were oncoming, he readied himself.

"THAT WOMAN THERE MAKES FOR A BETTER PRIZE THAN I!" Quinlan hollered at the top of his lungs before bolting off into the brush on the opposite side of the dirt path.

The gaunt bandit screamed for the others to regroup. Lod spotted the woman where they both had been hiding and immediately bolted for her, along with eight of the total comrades that followed. Two for the price of one.

[Trenzalor]

Mira does her best to keep quiet as she tries to keep the bandits from noticing her. She's never really encountered bandits before so she doesn't know how to react. she was just following the other person's movements because she had no better ideas. She wonders why so many bandits were after this one person and what he could have done to draw their ire. Whatever is going on with her blindfold, it's not obvious just by looking at it. It just looks like a dark orange sash wrapped over her eyes. Mira keeps her breath quiet as she keeps trying to hide herself from the bandits. Though that's a bit hard because of how large she is. Mira tenses up when she hears the bandits talking near them and she hopes that they'll just go away. When she hears one say that he's going to jump down to where she and the strange man are hiding she starts trying to think of a plan. However everything goes out the window when the man says that the bandits should kidnap her instead of him. Dark lines start to work their way out of her blindfold as her anger grows. When the bandits find her she stands up and she's frowning with her teeth barred, almost growling. She starts to chant something to herself, not loud enough to hear. as the bandits keep charging at her she stands there, unflinching as she keeps mumbling under her breath. Just as the bandits are about to pounce on her, she gets a bit louder. "...and shattered it." *suddenly a wave of force rips through the air around Mira, blasting away the bandits, and sending a couple of them flying back a few feet. Sarah doesn't care if they stay down, because now she;'s running after the strange man "You dickhead!"