A Tarakian's Return

Ker · heart of a warrior

A Tarakian's Return

northernLIGHT · Hannibal's Hope

Trinity was crouched low to the ground, one leg extended, the other propping up her beloved bow and arrow, when all the hubub exploded around her. She could see the children not far off, playing with their toy weapons, training even at that young of an age. For Trinity, she had found blessed relief in that training as a child. There were times when she wondered if that feeling was inherent or if all children simply enjoyed the fight that much. She figured it was a mix of the two, given that fighting was in their blood. She felt that, day after day, that glorious instinct making her blood sing, giving her adrenaline a boost. And the thought of it made her want to strangle Hannibal for her missing out on the hunt the other night. Of course, that had purely been her fault. But since she couldn't very well strangle herself, strangling her other half worked just as well.

And that thought brought a brief smile to her lips as she shook her head. After a moment of thinking of him, her attention returned to the explosion of the sound of childrens voices. Ker, Ker, Ker. Though she never uncoiled from that seemingly lethal crouched position, her eyes were all on the man who was now walking with several of the children, as though he were Moses. Brow arched upwards as she racked her brain for knowledge of him, though it came only in faint pieces and memories. He was older than she, so it wasn't a surprise that any memories would have been so faded.

Clearly, running up to the man and hugging him would not work. After all, she didn't know him. And Trinity usually didn't even hug Hannibal. It wasn't her thing. She fought, she grappled, she tumbled around with him, but hugging? Rarely. Affection could be shown in other ways, and it usually was with Hannibal, but. Not with a stranger. Especially when she figured the stranger would take exception to being tackled.

So she did the very next best thing, in her own fashion. Because her bow had already been set up (oh, the technological wonder of her current toy. She could compact it into something smaller, make it easier to carry. It was, at the moment, her favorite weapon of choice), she reached back and pulled a single arrow from her quiver and placed it on the bow. There was never such a feeling as pulling that string back, making the bow sing. She probably could have closed her eyes and still hit her mark, that was how sure she was of her skill. But as there were children, she kept her eyes dutifully open this time, releasing the arrow to fly through the air in all of its gloriousness.

Its arc was absolutely perfect as it sailed through the sky before plunging to the ground directly in front of Ker's feet. Yeah, that'll get your attention, won't it. Smirk formed upon her lips as some of the children that were following him giggled. She waved her fingers to them, grinning. They loved it whenever she put on a show for them. And there was never any danger to the children. The adults of the Caravan knew that as well as Ariadne knew, as well as Hannibal knew.

But Ker didn't know that. Not yet. So she merely flashed a very smug smile, wishing Hannibal had seen that thing of beauty, as if to say Trust me, if I didn't intend to miss, I wouldn't have. It was times like this that her cockier side came out. A bit of a showoff, but only in good sport. Once she'd made her point, she tucked her bow back, compacting it into its micro-sized form, and stood up, the soles of her boots digging lightly into the ground.

Instinctively, she glanced around for Hannibal. He wasn't usually far from her, but she had been preoccupied with what she'd been doing and hadn't noticed where he'd gone off to. Hm. Oh well. Either he'd come back, or she'd imagine Ker would yell at her, but whichever happened first, she was ready.

-- Edited by northernLIGHT at 02:09, 2008-12-18

Hannibals Thirst · Trinitys Curse

The one good thing about being a half breed infidel was that he got his own trailer. Yea, pretty sweet digs. And if he played his cards right then maybe one day he'd upgrade to a double wide. Nah, no good for when they traveled. Han stood outside the small gypsy trailer that currently sat unhitched since the Bronco was in use. A small three legged table stood against the side and on it was balanced a large basin of water. A mirror was hanging from the side of the trailer and he was trying to give himself a shave with an old fashioned flip razor. It was very Sweeney Todd, minus the death and meat pies angle. And the singing. So okay it wasn't Sweeny Todd at all except for the blade, but who can resist a musical reference.

As he pulled the blade across his neck he lifted his chin to get a close shave. The short cropped beard, mustache, goatee combo was mostly to hide behind. A little rough round the edges and it made the smiley fang face thing all but unnoticeable. That was the theory anyway. Distantly he heard the noise raised up around the camp and turning to look he tapped the blade on the side of the basin. Wiping the shaving cream off with a damp towel he started walking towards the group that had gathered in the center of the caravan.

His stride was long and confident, the weapons weighting down his worn in khaki cargo pants didn't hinder his athletic grace in the slightest. But when he saw who the children were greeting that sure as hell stopped him up fast. Black opal eyes watched Ker walking through the camp and he had to fight the frown that wanted to pull at his lips. He and Ker had never really gotten along. Even though Hannibal was older by several decades he would always be lesser in the tribes structure simply because of his mixed birth. It had been something the other males were only too ready to throw in his face. Not that he blamed him, they were Tarakians, and he was a half vampire scum. What's not to love.

"The prodigal son returns."

Hannibal stood a bit behind and to the right of Trinity. He didn't get close enough to her to cause an issue. Many in the tribe didn't like how close the two had become, and now was not the time when he wanted to start anything.

"What interesting timing too, seeing that our fearless leader has just been ordered to get knocked up. Funny don't you think?"

Hannibal said the last under his breath so only Trinity or some cunning sneak could catch it. Probably meant he was due for a smack upside the head. Wouldn't be a proper day without one. Well, looked like it was time to strap on the big purple dinosaur suit and sing a raucous campfire song of I love you you love me we're a happy family. Or maybe not. Definetly he was big on the not.

Ariadne · Hope of Rome

Left hand pressed a fingerless gloved hand to her cheek as she wrote out a plan for the up coming fight against the Eternal Church. Ariadne had not spoken to Hannibal about it. He did not know about the first attack they did on the church, nor did Ariadne, but she knew the story of it. Having not witnessed it herself however. Dropping the pencil on the desk arms rising slowly to pop all the muscles in her back and shoulders. Eyes were red rimmed and burning from lack of sleep. More and more she wasn't getting enough sleep.

The cries of the children reaching her ears even over the music that played like a gentle lullaby in the background. Bringing her arms down with one good pop of her elbows Ariadne rose from the seat she had been sitting in for what felt like years. Combat boots thudded lightly along the hallow floorboards of her trailer. A small thing compared to what it looked on the outside. Blood red scarf was taken to wrap around her neck as she headed to the door wondering what the deal was with the kids.

The chant reached her ears before the man's features came to her vision. Her lips didn't hide the frown that came. They turned down at the edges seeing Ker coming. Arms crossed under her small breasts as she stepped away from the comforts of her small heated little trailer. White opal eyes were fixed on Ker before shifting to see Trinity and Hannibal.

"Did you return to stay Ker? Or will you be leaving us again?"

Ariadne questioned. She wasn't going to jump for joy about seeing him. She had learned to miss him less and less when he disappeared to visit his mother. There was these wrinkles over his mouth and eyes that told Aria that he had seen some pain on that travel. She'd wait for him to come to her. There was times when she was happy she was the Crone. She didn't have to rush to someone older than her. They had to come to her.

A small part of her wanted to band him from the Tribe, to strip him and to let him wonder the earth with no purpose. That was only because he had left instead of staying here with him. They were all his family, not just the woman who birthed him. That part of herself was pushed down, all the way down till Ariadne didn't feel it anymore. She would welcome him back. He would serve the tribe. One of the women would marry him and he would make a good husband to a member of the Tribe. Ariadne however ruled herself out in that equation.

-- Edited by Ariadne on Monday 8th of June 2009 12:53:29 PM

Ker · heart of a warrior

"Ouch."

"I'd hate to see you, on a blind date" Glancing up into the tree's as Trinity shot an arrow to his feet. The childeren giggled. Then catching the smile and wiggle of fingers. Ker really didn't remember her but he seen her around. It was a choice to walk off from the tribe for awhile but he did it on his own cost. Slowly he let a child, down onto the ground that, jumped up for a piggy back ride. His attention turnned to Ariadne, that made him wish to frown but then it failed. Eyes took a glance to Hannibal and Trinity. Hannibal yes the both of them had their fall outs, but it was actuly good to see him again; Ker did not wish to start anything but he felt like he was on the plank to judgement with the look Ariadne had written on her face, he hated that look why must she give the look and to even ask that question.

"You know I had to" he stared at Ariadne. Although the two grew up togeather, they were close friends here lately, they grew apart as they got older or was it him that got older. Ker sometime's get to caught up in the world, he has the desire to know more about all these creature's and a strong hate for them. That was a long story, as a child he took a long breath.

"She died" he glanced to the Corne, then his eyes peered over to Hannibal and Trinity he was starting to get uncomftable to many answers and questions to give at once. Just say he was on a killing sprea while he was away, he hunted and became the hunted intill it almost killed him. Ker loved the thrill of being on the edge of being captured by death, if he wasn't careful one day he'd end up dead.

"Of course" he said "Im here to stay, if I did not wish to come back I would not have returnned" He would come to to her later with problam's first he had to mellow out, maybe study the books and get out his new toy's he brought back with him.

"Is that all?"

northernLIGHT · Hannibal's Hope

There he was. Hannibal. She only briefly turned her head to confirm his presence, but she had felt it the second he'd stepped behind her. White opals contained a hint of amusement as she looked back at him before giving a glance to Ariadne. After the amusement had faded, her expression turned serious, though probably not executioner serious or anything. Sober was probably a better word. In any case, she refrained (smartly) from returning the comment about his seeing her on a blind date, but only because Aria had spoken after that.

It wasn't until Hannibal made his own comment underneath his breath that her lips quirked once more and she took a step backwards. Her movements were as fluid as water tumbling down a mountain and when she was standing next to him, she angled her head towards him without ever taking her eyes off the scene in front of them, and then lightly reached back, smacking him on the back of his head. "Ix-nay on the aby-bay, Han." She replied, also loud enough only for her other half to hear.

She imagined that they looked formidable to the prodigal son named Ker. And Trinity made a mental note (and pointed look) to get all of the information from Hannibal as soon as the dirt had settled.