Camping out overnight in the mountains hadn't really been Soiras' idea of a good time but, unfortunately, that was exactly what had happened--well, except that it wasn't night yet, but was rather still day...still, she'd have to stay the night, because she was through scrambling over rocks. Sitting cross-legged on a nice boulder she had found, which was nice and warm from a day of soaking up the sun, she gave a dramatic stage sigh and reclined back on her hands, closing her eyes and letting the sun beam down on her face. Lost. Ugh. She was lost, and that was, quite frankly, ticking her off. She never got lost! She had the sense of direction of a compass! And yet, here she was, sitting around on some filthy boulder taking in the final rays of light and trying to get her bearings straight. Somewhere, she'd missed a landmark and, thus, overshot the mountain pass she'd been looking for, the one that lead straight into the country on the other side...Conno-something.
This was just dandy.
And it was only getting better.
Her gray eyes shot open and she literally jumped to her feet--which wasn't too smart, because she slipped on the boulder and ended up toppling over to land hard on her hands and knees, hissing with pain as the rocky ground scraped her skin--at the sudden, loud commotion that ripped through the otherwise silent scene. Various yells of pain echoed through the mountain range, coupled with an assortment of crashing noises, bushes snapping and rocks cracking. What in heaven's name?! Rising to her feet and dusting off her knees, she winced in response to her new wounds, but otherwise ignored them, even though the moisture in her palms told her they were bleeding. Oh well. She healed fast, though larger wounds took longer. A scrape like that would be gone in no time, leaving behind only blood.
Slowing her breathing, she strained her pointed ears as the noises faded, leaving the land in silence once again. Well...that was odd. Oookay.
You know, that should have probably been her cue to skidaddle. Because, really, those sorts of sound-effects usually served as a warning that something very, very bad or dangerous was going on. However, what did Soiras do? She stooped, picked up her knapsack, slung it over her shoulder, and cautiously slunk over in the direction she'd heard the crash from, silent...except when the wind suddenly picked up and caused the beaded sections of her hair to clack together. Not that it was a very loud sound, but still.
Maybe this was a stupid decision to make, but, hey, it was sometimes also a good idea to check out the source of such a commotion just to because it might be dangerous. Always good to know in advance--and then run like mad if it turned out bad.
Breathing quietly, she reached up and brushed her chin-length blonde hair out of her face, the color practically white and not much lighter than her skin, and began to climb carefully up a rocky ledge. The sound had come from somewhere just above her, or that's what it sounded like, at least. Digging her fingers and the toes of her boots into any cracks she found, she gracelessly hoisted herself up and plopped down onto her stomach when she finally reached the flat summit--though that made it sound like she'd climbed high up, when she'd really only climbed ten feet at the most. Bah, mountaineer she was not.
Then it was only a matter of getting to her feet and continuing on in the direction of the sound.
She found the source soon enough. Peeking around a large boulder, her eyes came across a male form curled up in the fetal position and looking pretty beat up, from what she could see.
...That much noise had come out of that?
Well, it looked harmless. In fact, it was probably not even living anymore. Yuck. Well, she was already filthy and sweaty, dirt smudging her bare arms and sweat dampening her hair, so getting a few dead body cooties on her really wouldn't make too much of a difference at this point.
Common curtosy stated it was only nice to check whether the guy was alive or dead and so, shoving her hands into the pockets of her breeches, which laced up along the legs--definitely not mountain-climbing atire, but the route she'd planned out didn't include climbing...ugh--she made her way over to the prostrate figure and nudged it indifferently with the toe of her boot. "...Are you dead?" she asked in a tone that didn't really expect an answer, tilting her head and squinting her tilted eyes, causing the black marking beneath her eyes to crinkle--markings which repeated themselves all over her body, plainly visible along her temples, arms, neck, and even the places where skin showed along the sides of her legs. If the guy was dead, oh well. Not like it mattered to her. If he was alive...well, maybe he could tell her how to get out of here.
Note the use of her. Because she certainly wasn't planning on rescuing the guy. She was tired, and if he was alive, he probably wouldn't have enough energy in him for it to be worth it to drain him. And keep him alive afterward. Heh.
