Crow of the Raven

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A black dot soared through the sky as it made a slow, spiraling descent toward the broken battle field and ruins, soon joined by another one. They circled the area, their cries rasping from their throats before beating the glistening black wings, one breaking away from their slow sweeping circle and gliding slowly toward the remains of a crumbling tower and a boy.

The boy was of average height for his age though lanky, dark eyes following the flight of the ravens. Another one of the great black birds was perched on his forearm that rested lightly on his knee, the other two that had been in flight coming to land near him. One gave an affectionate peck on his ear before starting to fuss over the boy's long ebony hair, the one perched on his arm cawing at the third raven. A slow smile that resembled a smirk crossed the young man's thin lips as he leaned back, chuckling quietly. His clothes were not of cheap material, the outfit elaborate in designs embordered along the seams of his vest and cuffs. The shirt was light and had full sleeves, trousers close to his frame but comfortable. The black boots he wore reached to just under his knee and were of Connaloth's style, close to the calf. He wore a small signant ring around his right finger, something his raven friends liked to peck at.

He knew he shouldn't be out here on the ruins of the battle field but the dangers were gone, the dead were done with and alive taken care of, what could happen? He was just here curious to see if any trinkets had been lost that may prove interesting, so far no such luck. Seemed the streets had already beaten him and cleaned up good after the guards, but still, it was an interesting place. Just outside his home their had been many losses here but inside people continued to live as though nothing happened. Then again, he heard it wasn't the first but still, wasn't anyone interested besides him? A quick shake of his head cleared those thoughts as he lifted his arm and watched the three ravens take flight to do another survey, you couldn't ask for better hunters of treasure than these birds. They were smart, wily, and had an excellent eye for objects of worth.

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What a cheat. That crow-boy had help from his fellow crows! They were crafty creatures, wickedly smart, and attracted to shiney things. Fantastic allies, the girl concluded. She appeared, at least, 15. At oldest, 16. So, she was one of those rare people who looked exactly her age of 16. But she wasn't the most ordinary person you'd find. Perhaps, her appearance was average with her black hair and bangs and striking auburn eyes. Isohkuye displayed a rather apathetic air - like a lifeless puppet ready for it's puppet strings to be pulled. But that was quite the opposite. She did the string pulling - the puppeteer of secrecy. She was one to manipulate, decieve, and use just to survive. Survival was on the top of her list. Nothing was above - well, perhaps murder. But then again, she had never been presented with that option.

Skirting the remains of what seemed a building she scouted for any valueables, quite like the other fellow. She had spotted him - having scanned the area thoroughly with entering the area. Isoh had marked every route possible for escape as she sank to the ground, shuffling through the debris with swift hands and quick, flittering eyes. Her delicate hands picked at things - casting things to the side or tucking it in a sack. Finally, when she could avoid it no longer, she stood and began her slow trek towards crow-boy. As lifeless and quiet as anything she caculated him quietly but found nothing striking about him.

"May I ask, what happened here?" She said in a voice that was barely above  a whisper, waiting for his reply, drawing nearer still.

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Ladrão was rewarded shortly after they took flight, two returned with small prizes, a simple metallic band and a broken arrow head. He looked to his side as he heard the caw coming from his third and largest raven, the bird giving him warning of the girl's approach as he landed, four pairs of eyes watching her movements. She reminded him of the puppets jesters liked so much, only less colorful and she lacked the ridiculous smile that was usually painted on. Or maybe a zombie with that dead look about her. Ladrão dismissed her, deeming she was here for the same reasons as he to scourage the field and thus had little intentions of going to her, besides she hardly looked interesting. He sent one of the three back to do the hunting, the other two continuing to watch her approach. He slipped his birds' finds in a small bag at his waist, he was as bad as a collector as his birds, when she continued to approach, looking heavenward with his eyes for the lords to help him with his patience for this.

He had to strain his ears to catch what she had said as the ravens set up a screaming racket, ruffling their feathers as she continued to approach. He made a cutting motion through the air behind his back to them, the birds reluctantly falling silent. His dark eyes skirted over her though even this close she was nothing spectacular or even above ordinary this close.

"Seeing as you are asking, there was a battle upon this field against the Dark Mages." He stated it in a matter of fact way. His eyes were drawn away from her as he felt, rather than heard, the approach of his third and final bird. He returned empty handed so therefore did not require Ladrão's attention as he landed silently. Like a tag team, another rose to go search while the other two kept watch over the stranger and their boy.

"What's your name?" He more demanded then asked from her, holding himself a bit haughtily.

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Isohkuye haulted, her auburn eyes skittering across the glossy black birds, their beady eyes seemed to be focused upon her intently. They also seemed to be guarding the boy like he was their treasure - she took note of this, adding this information into her mental equation. Yes, she was absolutely and utterly ordinary; the one easily lost in old memories and crowds. But, perhaps, that was simply the absolute best for her. If you were to sneak about like a snake with a secret, what was better then to look like everyone else? A smile, friendly enough, lifted the corners of her lips. It looked completely natural - like it was supposed to be there.

"Isohkuye. And who are you?" She asked, adding his haughtiness into the equation.

Her arms crossed over the front of her chest, hugging close to her body while she glanced around her. A fight.. against.. Dark Mages? Oh, my my. Such to learn. As long as she made it, it didn't really matter what she did or didn't know. A sigh billowed from her lips and took in everything - the sights, sounds, smells, the birds, and the boy.

She caculated the distance, the birds, their possible future uses, but she wasn't one to make up errands when she had none. And so she stood, with a slightly narrowed gaze upon them, travelling around her in an alert gaze.

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After some of his own silent observations, Ladrão believed it was safe to judge she was a foreigner to these parts, obviously someone with a rather uncertain life from her appearance. He'd leave the mermorizing of every little detail to the birds, they never forgot a face, since he didn't trust his own abilities to remember such an average face. There wasn't even a noteable scar on her face that he could see. Perhaps the most remarkable detail was her eyes but that seemed to be all. Unlike her, he made no attempt to return any kind of smile, lips still drawn in a small neutral line.

"Ladrão," He replied simply enough, not adding any certain detail or tag to show off his station or anything along with that. He wasn't a fool, he knew better than to trust a foreigner, you could hardly trust your friends during this time of uncertainity, he wasn't about to risk anything with her. His crow friend perched herself, he knew everything of his three faithful followers, upon his shoulder and continued with her interrupted grooming of his black hair, the other cocking his head as he peered curiously at the girl's bag.

He fell back to watching her, the ravens doing the same, wondering what went on through her mind as she slanted her gaze. A sharp bite and wince then the angry caw of the crow that had once been perched on his shoulder as she took flight, the boy rubbing his ear.

"You seem to be interested in my ravens. At least that is where your gaze is directed most of the time." He mentioned, making it a point not to make it a deal but rather just a simple statement. But it also had a double edge to it depending on how she answered. He was proud over his birds, a comment taken the wrong way or an insult toward his feathery friends would set him off quick and a strong dislike against the offender.

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With a kind and cheerful smile, that even she didn't know how well she fabricated it, continued to turn her lips upward in full bloom. She nodded her head, glancing with aubrun eyes from beneath ebony, silken bangs. Her eyes roamed the birds warmly, a true spark of warmth kindling a distant memory inside her. Isohkuye cleared her throat before clapsing her hands in front of her, fingers entangled around the strap along her shoulder as she gazed at the boy calmly. What was his name again? Ladrao?

"Oh! Indeed I am. I find birds fascinating. I've heard interesting tales of their intelligence. It intrigues me," she grinned, almost shyly.

Her auburn eyes wavered, glancing down right. She immediately caught something - although not shiney and covered and soot. It appeared jagged and dull, but she bent down to pick it up anyway. Perhaps junk. But it struck her curiousity. She kneeled and blew gently across the ceramic, the beautiful, engraved pattern moreso cleared as she glanced over it. It didn't look a random pattern but like.. a language. This caused Isohkuye to tilt her head for a moment before biting her lip. Would it be worth it to put it in her sack?

But another question came to mind. Her eyes lifted to look at Ladrao and his ravens.

"What is this village like? Are there alot of merchants here?" She asked him, gazing intently gazing upon him.

She needed to know.

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He didn't move to return her smile, noting the cheerfullness of this smile really didn't match her, he rather liked her apathetic side more. Then again, he was most often trapped with people forcing false cheerfullness most of the hours in a day- one of the reasons he had made himself scarce for a few hours. The warm look was enough of an answer for him, the raven haired boy seemed to relax almost fully now and allowed a small smirk-like smile though it was meant to be friendly.

"They are intelligent, yes, and far better company than most. I find that their stories are far better told too," He smiled, not meaning any insult, just talking. When he reflected back, he gave a small mental sigh; his people skills needed work.

One of the ravens croaked quietly, Ladrao nodding in agreement before he watched her fiddle with something on the ground. It didn't appear to be of any worth nor did he find it overly interesting so it was no concern of his. What was her name again? Isoh... Isohkeyu..no that couldn't be right... Isoh... He frowned mentally, chiding himself for not paying attention. Now he was in a fix, he couldn't just ask her again then he'd look like a fool but he couldn't not know her name because then the want to know it would drive him mad.

"Huh?" Ladrao said, jerked from his thoughts and not really catching her question. A self conscious thought to how ridiculous he sounded, he quickly answered her questions, though he still felt foolish,  "Merchants? Oh, there's enough. You can find them easy enough if you search in the right places, just hunt for the crowds. The village is well enough also, it doesn't appear too many lives were interrupted by the siege though a few were ended. Why?"

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She qucikly lapsed into her shy, caculative self before long. While he spoked she listened - something she often did. She fingered the items in her sack, obviously not really looking for something - but more of like something to do. She stood there, seeming rather alone in the sense around her seemed desolate, but she radiated a feeling of companied, like she completed herself. Perhaps that was really all she needed - herself and no one. But she continued to examine him and his fast bond with the birds. Amazing, really. But not so - do you understand?

"Oh. Merchants seem to have a fast circuit for news," she stated, her arms close to her sides as she tilted her head, curiously inspecting Ladrao and his birds.

He seemed damn proud of his feathered friends, and confidenant. He didn't seem to be arrogant.. Or at least if he was, it wasn't too noticeable. But she wondered what his thought on his birds gave as insight to him as a whole. Aye, she must contemplate on this new, rising information. It constantly resurfaced, making her softly hmm and haw to herself, but it was barely a noise.

"It seems that you have your own brillant network of news," she said, glancing at the ravens.

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His eyes flicked to her bag, the birds looking also in hopes of maybe the human girl having food in there. His biggest raven gave a low caw before he spread his wings and took to flight, Ladrao following him with his eyes for a short way. Unlike her, where she gave off the feeling of being complete alone, he needed his birds like a fish needed water. He was dependent on them for a lot of things, not just his small trinkets. They always came back and always were there for him. He gave a small nod in agreement to her simple statement; merchants did have a fast circuit.

He jerked to his right in surprise when the bird on his shoulder let out a cry then in a flurry of feathers; the two remaining ravens took flight. He rubbed his ear where the bird had screamed before dropping his hands to his sides. After a moment, the boy sat on the crumbling ruins again, leaving room in case she wanted a seat also.

“Yes, they can get in places no man can. Their memories are better too, Isoh.� He grinned as his eyes turned to her, settling on calling her the part of her name he knew. If she didn’t like it, again it was no concern of his. “My network is probably better than the merchant. Dio, she is the best of them. She gets me more than anyone other and even goes beyond the local news and gossip.�

"They like you." He declared shortly, pulling one knee up and leaning his arm on it as he surveyed her in a new light. "I'm surprised, to be honest."

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Isohkuye nodded - she agreed with him, and it showed clearly. She didn't have much faith in a human's memory, but had more in that of a bird's. She wasn't quite sure why, but it seemed the smart thing. Humans often overlooked the most important, while birds were naturally curious adventurers and would probably retain much more information. Humans often discarded things soon after they learned them. Which, with this new opinion and conclusion, warmed Isohkuye even more towards the ravens. She never really realized how magnificient they were until she had the chance to see someone who owned - no - worked - no - partnered - yes - with them. None of the previous words approriately fit. He didn't own them; they were free to go and come as they please. They all seemed to benefit, so she doubted if it was much work, if at all. It seemed they were equal halves that benefited one another, like a partnership. The silent girl thought it fit best.

Noting how he sat on the crumbling remnants, Isohkuye gave a faint smile and mimicked his actions. Isoh had a distinct feeling her tightly bound self was beginning to unravel. Was it because of this boy's lack of concern or care that made her become who she had used to be? Or was she just daydreaming and finding herself in some dark desire she didn't know of?

Isohkuye blinked when he spoke again. They liked her? She tried to puzzle that one out and couldn't figure it out. She brushed back her black bangs, striking auburn eyes dancing over the fallen place.

"I'm surprised myself," she stated, after a moment.

"Do you know why?" She said, more curious then an actual need to know or care.

I mean, wouldn't you like to know why? And she wondered what there names were, too. Dio is the best of news and he had said 'she'. So, it was a female raven, the greatest hunter of news. She probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart if he told her. Unless it was noticeable at least up close. She decided she'd ask after her answered her or dismissed her.

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Ladrao smiled inwardly, quietly thrilled that he had found someone that apprieciated these talented creatures as much as he. He kept the excitement hidden underneath his layers from habit, his father didn't like his son to show any emotion besides anger. His birds truly were amazing now that he actually reflected back, a small absent smile crossing his lips. They stored things, every little detail, so much better than any man could hope to do and they always managed to get that small detail everyone skipped.

Ladrao shifted, folding his long legs under him and positioning his body to face her while still giving her room to be plenty comfortable. He just liked to see someone's face while he talked, it was boring talking to someone while avoiding looking at them. Imagine all the expression and small things you missed in their body language all to stare at the ground. He leaned forward on his elbows a bit since there was room to be comfortable between them, the boy picking at some growing moss on the rocks. He was a bit unsure how she'd take the bit about his birds liking her, it wouldn't be the first someone thought he was crazy if she didn't believe him.

He smiled slightly, dark eyes following hers as they looked around, noting he was quite enarmored with them. They were like precious gems in their shine and something rich in their color. He was often drawn to a person's eyes for the bright colors compared to his which were so dark they were almost black only faint traces of dark navy.

"Hm, sorry not sure. They like to play games, dropping the slightest of clues or riddles just to see if I can figure it out. Yonia is the worst- not that he's cruel really but his speech is quick and choppy, sentences incomplete and scrambled. Like the verb will be first and pronoun at the end and he'll mix two run-on sentences that're missing pieces. Does it on purpose too and... Listen to me, rambling on and on." He stopped himself with a small chuckle, shaking his head. When he had been speaking his voice had pitched faster with the same excitement of a child telling his mother about an accomplishment until he cut himself off.

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The girl smiled, although it was faint it held truth and appreciation. While inwardly, she scrambled to pull herself together, molding herself securely into this came, although socialable person. Was it another piece of her or something totally forced? It didn't feel forced, at least not with this awkward person. Then again, everyone was awkward, but they always felt at home. Was she the only one who thought a person on two legs who walked fluidly enough still looked derranged and haphazard? And even worse when in nothing but skin! They looked so open, vulnerable.. As if a bait, or a target.

"I heard ravens were mischevious," she said, reflecting backwards to the tales her mother loved to enlighten her with.

She heard various stories, from how ravens were the Devil's bird -- But Isoh wasn't one to really put much faith in gods and goddesses -- or how they dealt punishment, or confused weary travellers, or just tales of how smart and cunning they were. So much, but most of the fairy tales were faded and aged and Isoh remembered not one.

"What are all their names?" She asked, curious to know.

Every now and again she glanced at Ladrao, taking in his physical features. She tried to not allow anything to slip, but she found herself forgetting things. The contours of a person's face could be revealing - or totally decieving. Her auburn gaze flickered over his face, and at first glance she had taken his eyes for black. Even now she did but she was growing uncertain with her first assumption. There was a hint of color, but something dark and she couldn't quite cultivate it.

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He smiled slightly, leaning back on his hands and looking past her now. He wasn't normally this open and, while it was different, he kind of liked it in a wary sort of way. He found himself curious to know what she was thinking, something seemed to be bothering her. While he couldn't necessarily see it on her, he sensed it more but he didn't intrude into her personal thoughts.

His grin more than supported her simple comment on the ravens, his head nodding quickly.

"Very. I have fallen victim to them but they like to do it on strangers, or those that are strong believers in supersition and religion." He told her, keeping the quiet his views on religion. He didn't believe any of it and personally found it to be a waste of time except to gather blind followers and free cash.

"Their names?" He repeated in some surprise, realizing he had yet to actually introduce his birds. The thought of introducing his birds never occurred to him until she asked. In the past when he was young, he'd made attempts to introduce them but no one carried or listened. Not even his father made any attempt to learn their names and they had been with him since he was six.

"With me all the time is Dio, Yonia, and Nico. Dio is the middle sized one, Nico is the youngest and smallest- he's still growing- and Yonia is the biggest and most protective. Yonia is also my collector, he brings me all sorts of trinkets." He smirked, hand sliding into the pouch at his side to run his fingers over something.

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Isohkuye dipped her head to show her understanding and she wasn't an apathetic, absent-minded dimwit just sitting beside him. But, overcourse, she was totally absent-minded and often heard more than you'd ever know. Then again, half the time it was quite interesting to stay within her mind for very long, regardless of intense tries to do so.

"Dio, Yonia, and Nico," she spoke softly, pronouncing the names just as he said it to be sure she said it correctly.

Brushing back her hair with a slim, delicate ivory finger, tucking a few ebony strands behind her right ear. From beneath her bangs peered dark, black eyes, gazing at Ladrao. The slightest of smiles, almost of forgiveness, but who was she forgiving? Or was it one asking for it? But she peered around her, at the ruins and the ravens, and then of this strange, strange individual.

And, of course, religion didn't appeal much to her. But it did to her family, if she remembered remotely well. They had been firm believers, but she hadn't grown up with them. They were no more than distant, dizzying memories that were slipping away as the moments passed.

Suddenly, the air went still and she had nothing to say, ask, or anything. She tried to scramble for something.. and fell through. She just gazed outwards, trying to collect her unravelling self. Like years of yarn rolled tightly, all beginning to unwind to thin, thin strands. Where was this taking her?

[sorry for not posting sooner! It's just my muse vanishes and.. stuff]

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Ladrao tipped his head slightly when she repeated the names correctly. He faintly became aware of the familiar presence around him as his trio of birds returned from their flight. They landed silently, sensing something, Dio hopping to Ladrao's side.

Her smile, however slight, had captured his focus as it was unusual. Not in that she was smiling but of forgiveness. For what? Whether she was asking or giving, it was beyond his grasp of her reasoning for it. She was unique, that was certain, but what was troubling her? His hands ran through his hair, his reward for that to pull loose some strands that fell in his face. He pushed those aside, swallowing slightly as the silence fell over.

"Isoh, is something wrong?" His voice sounded loud in the silence where even the birds dare didn't break it. The slight trickle of a breeze ran by, teasing the hairs loose from behind his ears. He didn't make to push them back though, his dark eyes focused on her. Something had to be bothering her, he could see and feel it. It was true he had no people skills but sometimes you didn't need those to know something was wrong.

[it's not a problem. Muses have a funny way of coming and going]

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Isohkuye fought furiously for the silenced self she had perserved. But it seemed to be dissipating and disappearing. Just going up in flames - without her consent or anything. Could he see how she was falling apart? Could he see it? She wanted to ask him, but he seemed to be her to it. And she had been the master and such! Of protecting herself behind closed doors.. But he saw through it. Perhaps it unnerved her? No, not really. It just.. worried her. It made her want to be stronger, but she was like newly fallen snow, waiting for footprints.

"I.. don't think so," she said, wavering slightly as she answered him, her voice casual as possible, but the pause shouldn't have been there if it was casual.

She sighed and let her shoulders droop lightly, her alertness dulled greatly. But what could she do? She turned her aurbun gaze on him, looking at him directly for perhaps the first time. She had never, quite, looked at him so... truthfully? She didn't know, but as she gazed at him in that void way she glanced upwards to the crows, and then cast her wayward gaze around her.

She heard a loud crash, a slight jump vibrating through her but she muffled it as she turned her eyes to face it. She scanned the area but.. she didn't see anything.

"That's.. odd," she blinked.

[oi. XD long long long long time, i sorry ><]

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Ladrao watched her, glancing toward Dio who gave a quiet caw and ruffled her feathers. He looked back to Isoh, something was wrong. He could tell. What it was exactly he couldn't guess, he didn't know her well enough but it did have something to do with herself and maybe him. He folded his arms, squeezing his forearm uncomfortably as she spoke with that pause.

He met her auburn eyes, looking through them for an answer to his questions. His birds ruffled their feathers and crowed quietly behind him when she directed those traveling eyes to them. Then the crash happened.

Ladrao whipped his head around in correspondence, his three birds setting up a racket as they took to flight in alarm. He turned to them, shouting their names but they paid him little heed as they directed their path to the trees for safety of themselves. He turned his attention to the direction of the sudden disturbance, eyes darting for some sign of it.

"Very," He agreed with her before unraveling his legs from underneath him and setting his feet on the ground. "I wonder what it was." He muttered, still looking. He was curious like his companions but, unlike them thankfully, wasn't so scared of the unexpected.

"Do you want to go see if we can't find it?" He asked, eyebrow lifting slightly in time to his invitation.

[no worries. I just got back so it's all in good time :) ]

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Isohkuye slipped into a stand with a feline grace, turning to gaze in the general source of the sound. Tilting her pale, refined head with her auburn eyes watching the area. She curbed those apathetic eyes to Ladrao and nodded - the invitation was something her curious mind refused her to ignore. And so she was already picking her way on sure-footed feet. An arm risked the chance of enclosing around the sack, drawing it nearer to her hip, more of a precaution to be absolutely silent. Her slipper-like shoes made sure of that, and her eyes were divided to the ground where she was to step and the area ahead. She measured the nearest escape route, glanced to Ladrao, then to the ruins. If she was in dire need she could possibly hide in the ruins. But she mapped the best way was to her right and off into the undergrowth. Suddenly she wasn't sure if wanted the sack so tight to her body. What if she wanted to get it off quickly? No, if she abandoned it she may leave herself entirely defenseless.

She saw something shuffle and following instinct she ducked downwards and back, drawing her petite form to the ground. Her auburn eyes staring in the total devoid stare she maintained thoroughly. She straightened, although keeping her body loose and fluid, but remaining alert. She wasn't risking a damn thing. She spotted.. something. It was broad and thick, and perhaps even werewolfish but it seemed to be watching them - and staying carefully hidden. It was bold and it knew it could probably take them. It was already underestimating them. OR, it was friendly. But Isoh took the worst scenerio and narrowed her eyes. She straightened to her full height - wild animals would run with the aggressiveness she was displaying by squaring her body. So she already caculated it problem had a human type complex of a brain. Or something was wrong with it. Again she risked a glance at Ladrao.

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Ladrao, though the one to initate the invite, found he was following Isoh's lead. His bag had been left behind by the ruins, he'd return for it after his curiosity was sated. He tried once more to call his birds to come in his silent way but they refused. He gritted his teeth in annoyance then cast them from his mind, steps quiet. He wasn't as quiet as she but quiet enough, his eyes still jumping around to see any clues for whatever the crash was. He paused briefly to examine something before looking up and noticing she was getting ahead. He moved swiftly to catch up, almost there when she apparently saw something.

He nearly ran into her when she ducked down and back, the boy following. He crouched though, peering to the brush as he could have sworn he saw something. He lowered himself more when he caught a brief glimspe of the thing again. It was staying hidden, the boy's mind taking it to be a predator then. He didn't trust the thing to be friendly. Unless it was as wary of them as they it. He glanced up to Isoh, at first almost jerking her down before he heard the soft caw of a crow. He glanced to his left and saw Dio, Ladrao smiling slightly. He stood up beside Isoh, mimicking her actions. He heard the soft flurry of feathers and then felt a weight on his shoulder as Dio gripped the folds of his clothes with her claws.

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Isohkuye studied the twisted shadows, their angles mimicking shapes of other, imaginary beasts. Her auburn eyes pierced the fallacy and griped the newfound enemy in a vice like grip, her pulse pounding and throbbing. Her heart rate sped but you'd never know by the apathetic expression, the collective movements. She moved with fluid grace, dancing along the ruins like a bug skipping along the top of the waters. It raced in her chest, a thump she could have swore anyone could have heard. But that's so silly! No one would be able to hear her heartbeat unless they were pressing their ear to her chest to hear it's frantic pounding. But.. That beast. How it tasted it's lips and summed them up. It knew they could see it, and Isoh bet it could smell her nervousness, or.. her fear.

Her slim, fragile arms tightened to her body as she stepped over the ruins, a whispering shudder coarsing vibrantly through her body. Isoh noticed Dio and she was tempted to smile - and she didn't know why. She stepped to the side, taking a chance to go on the outside, making Ladrao nearer to the shrubby. Why? She didn't know but it unnerved her, how far away from the undergrowth she was.

"I don't like this.. Even whispering.. I feel it can hear us. As clear as day," she whispered to him, her arms nearly wrapping around her body. But that movement would only hinder her.