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@Avelithe !
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She had perhaps, forgotten in some of her despair, that the years prior to her journey north, into a war torn country as
uncouth as Connlaoth, she had, in fact, had a bounty on her head (preferably,
alive) that was worth quite the pretty penny. She wasn't known as
The Spider for nothing.
Connlaoth was the perfect location to hide from Kahna-mu, a man who had many ties well south on the continent on his criminal enterprise, so it shouldn't have surprised her that the bounty hunters this far north, might be aware of her presence. She was, after all, not from a race that blended in easily- Saranthians had very bold colors, painting both skin and hair alike with the same, vibrant turquoise; making their eyes, at times, to almost glow.
Too bad the long and dirty foot path coated the woman in grime from her travels, as she found herself most unfortunately bound at the wrists by a pair of shackles at the back end of a small cart hauled by a thick little donkey, and his matching owner, a stout and hairy man, with a receding hairline, thick, untamable black beard and dark eyes. Drey Fuhrhkaus wasn't exactly the type of bounty hunter you'd expect. He seems like every other simple man you meet on the road. But that was his
thing, no one would pin old Drey Fuhrhkaus as a reputable bounty hunter...
Yet here she was, most definitely annoyed, as she was tripping behind the large cargo wagon and swearing up a storm. She had been caught somewhere at the base of the mountains, and the long journey had taken them out of the thickened woods and into the more thinny linned, mud infested trails that lead towards the capital and east- towards Selevea. There, Drey Fuhrhkaus assured her, she would be presented to Kahna-mu's men in one piece.
If her eyes could bore holes into the back of the man's head, it would have fallen off his neck a number of times during their travel. But as it were, Mae'leena Doh'vek processed no such abilities, and had to relish on his imaginary comeuppance until she could think of a way out of this mess. She watched as the man spit to one side, much like a camel. He was barbaric as any man could ever be, and even from behind the cart, she could smell the man was weeks over due for a bath.
Grinding her teeth, she continued to think more spiteful ways at come backs, when the cart hit a large root in the road, tipped some- and sent Mae'leena flying onto her face in the mud.
"Aww, for the love of-" she began, a string of colorful words following as she sat up, her body now coated in the loveliest color of mud. Yuck. She spat out whatever had gotten into her mouth, and twisted uncomfortably in her shackles to get a better look as to what was going on.
Through the upturned wagon wheel, she could see the opposing one was very much stuck in the mud- and bent at a very awkward angle. She ground her teeth, but laughed at her captor's plight, before taking a moment to rest as she leaned both shoulders against the wagon load. Inside the blanketed contents somewhere were her sais, daggers and the Katakuhlu.
Peering over the side, she kept one eye on Drey, the other on the back of the wagon, as she began to use her elbows to dig around a bit to see if she couldn't find any of her tools, or at least something useful, that she could quickly unbury and make her escape. She wasn't sure what might held her out, perhaps a sharp nail or knife to pick the damn locks around her wrist when, as luck would have it- she found something!
Before she could even figure out what it was, a loud exclamation from Drey startled her and the damn metal rod she had found slipped from her fingers and into the mud. Cursing, she dropped to her knees and began to look for it, all the while keeping an eye on her captor from beneath the wagon. It was then she noticed a man and horse were approaching and she swore.
Great, that's all she needed was another man to throw a wrench into her escape plan. Knowing her luck, it was one of Drey Fuhrhkaus's allies. She watched as the man fervently tried to wave the horseman down, while Mae'leena dropped lower on her knees, wondering just how the hell did she lose a damn metal object in the mud. Shouldn't it be obvious? It was glinty and metally... Except, as her hands went into inches of gunky mud, she began to realize just why this happened and equally reminded just how the wagon got stuck. She had to wonder if this was Drey's first damn time traveling on a muddy road. Who wouldn't see the damn large root his cargo got toppled by? It was bigger than a man's-
It was then Mae'leena caught sight of the man approaching. Not normally taken off guard by men with good looks, this time she
did, but fate wouldn't allow her for to look for long- for her precariously, knelt position had her losing her footing, as she thudded loudly behind the wagon into the puddle of mud.
