Post by Lily Finnian on Nov 1, 2019 16:01:13 GMT -5
Lily swung through the trees like a natural as she made her way towards where the girl would be landing. She only knew Seiya by her name, and hadn't been able to pick her out among the other students. She had no clue what sort of disposition towards others she held, but it was likely not the greatest considering her placement amongst the roses. She heard a the not too distant sound of rustling below that roughly correlated with the direction the girl would have been landing, and altered her course to seek it out.
Unfortunately, she found herself on a wild goose chase, almost literally, as the rustling had come from a pheasant that had been startled from it's place in the bushes by some unseen stimulus. She decided that since the creature had fled in roughly the direction she was headed anyway, she would get a head start on lunch. The trees in this section of forest were close enough together that she could jump from branch to branch without assistance from her claw weapon. She was thankful for that, as the noise would disturb her hunt considerably. She followed it for a moment, thankful that she was downwind, only to realize belatedly that it was a bird and therefor not well known for it's sense of smell.
She followed from a distance, waiting until it settled down on a branch before closing that distance. As she jumped from one branch to the other, she pushed herself hard, activating her semblance and lighting up the lower branches. She leapt over the branch, one set of claws extended toward the neck of the bird, the other laying steady with the center of the fat branch that it perched upon. The moment her first set bit into its neck, the second set loosed. The sound of hissing and grinding as her claws were loosed may have startled the bird, so she hadn't wanted to take any chances. She fed herself enough line, so that she would swing back harmlessly, and even managed to time it well enough so that she caught the falling bird. She unfortunately wasn't so lucky with it's head, which conked her on the top of her head beak first. She felt a small trickle of blood roll down her forehead and cursed herself for her carelessness. For a brief moment she imagined what her brother and mother would say when she returned from the trial wood. That moment of entertaining bittersweet fantasy was crudely interrupted by a sick dropping in her stomach as she realized there would be no teasing nor beratement to be had for her when she returned home. She clutched the headless bird tight by it's neck as swung herself back up and tried to refocus on her mission.
Her mission, right. She stopped, breathing slowly as she closed her eyes. She listened for anything that might give her contemporary away. It took nearly a minute before her ears honed in on a distant methodical sound of metal impacting wood followed by wood and branches rustling as they in turn impacted the ground. Among the ambiance of the forest, this sound alone was unnatural. She began moving toward it quickly, jumping through the trees with increasingly familiar grace. Before she saw the girl, she found the trail of destruction she had been rending through a particularly dense thicket of thorny bushes and immature saplings. She found herself somewhat bemused, noticing that she had been carving a swath through dense vegetation in a line that ran nearly parallel to an animal trail some twenty feet off. Another of the benefits of traveling in the branches versus on the ground. She caught up to the girl quietly, calling out when she was above her spot in the choking weeds.
"That's a bad idea," she called as she jumped down. She attempted to use one of the branches in front of her to swing down to the ground, but the branch was rotten and her weapon exploded straight through the dead wood. What should have been a graceful dismount instead left her tumbling toward the ground off balance. Her fall was accompanied by a short surprised squeal before she righted herself and managed to put her feet underneath of her just before she landed on the path left behind by the pretty silver haired girl she'd seen briefly on the landing pad.
Her face was red as she slowly raised herself up from the nearly crouched position her sloppy landing had left her in. She awkwardly began reeling in her weapon, waiting for the soft grinding of her weapon to stop before saying"Th-The noise I mean. I could hear it from far off, grimm will too. Th-there's a trail over there," she gestured just behind her,
"Let's get there and then I'd like to ask for your help.
She then realized how she must look, leaping down from the trees holding a dead bird with a thin trickle of blood reaching down to her right eyebrow from where the beak had impacted her. Her face went a little more red as she added "I-If that's okay. I know you just landed and all, and wouldn't want to disrupt any plans you might have, b-but I can try to help you in return somehow..."
The way she trailed off at the end there was anything but confident, but Lily was having trouble maintaining mission focus now that she was face to face with another student who she would likely have to interact with in the future after this. The thought of barking orders didn't sit well with her, as she didn't feel like she was worthy of issueing commands to any of her fellow students, let alone those ranked higher than her in terms of capability.
Unfortunately, she found herself on a wild goose chase, almost literally, as the rustling had come from a pheasant that had been startled from it's place in the bushes by some unseen stimulus. She decided that since the creature had fled in roughly the direction she was headed anyway, she would get a head start on lunch. The trees in this section of forest were close enough together that she could jump from branch to branch without assistance from her claw weapon. She was thankful for that, as the noise would disturb her hunt considerably. She followed it for a moment, thankful that she was downwind, only to realize belatedly that it was a bird and therefor not well known for it's sense of smell.
She followed from a distance, waiting until it settled down on a branch before closing that distance. As she jumped from one branch to the other, she pushed herself hard, activating her semblance and lighting up the lower branches. She leapt over the branch, one set of claws extended toward the neck of the bird, the other laying steady with the center of the fat branch that it perched upon. The moment her first set bit into its neck, the second set loosed. The sound of hissing and grinding as her claws were loosed may have startled the bird, so she hadn't wanted to take any chances. She fed herself enough line, so that she would swing back harmlessly, and even managed to time it well enough so that she caught the falling bird. She unfortunately wasn't so lucky with it's head, which conked her on the top of her head beak first. She felt a small trickle of blood roll down her forehead and cursed herself for her carelessness. For a brief moment she imagined what her brother and mother would say when she returned from the trial wood. That moment of entertaining bittersweet fantasy was crudely interrupted by a sick dropping in her stomach as she realized there would be no teasing nor beratement to be had for her when she returned home. She clutched the headless bird tight by it's neck as swung herself back up and tried to refocus on her mission.
Her mission, right. She stopped, breathing slowly as she closed her eyes. She listened for anything that might give her contemporary away. It took nearly a minute before her ears honed in on a distant methodical sound of metal impacting wood followed by wood and branches rustling as they in turn impacted the ground. Among the ambiance of the forest, this sound alone was unnatural. She began moving toward it quickly, jumping through the trees with increasingly familiar grace. Before she saw the girl, she found the trail of destruction she had been rending through a particularly dense thicket of thorny bushes and immature saplings. She found herself somewhat bemused, noticing that she had been carving a swath through dense vegetation in a line that ran nearly parallel to an animal trail some twenty feet off. Another of the benefits of traveling in the branches versus on the ground. She caught up to the girl quietly, calling out when she was above her spot in the choking weeds.
"That's a bad idea," she called as she jumped down. She attempted to use one of the branches in front of her to swing down to the ground, but the branch was rotten and her weapon exploded straight through the dead wood. What should have been a graceful dismount instead left her tumbling toward the ground off balance. Her fall was accompanied by a short surprised squeal before she righted herself and managed to put her feet underneath of her just before she landed on the path left behind by the pretty silver haired girl she'd seen briefly on the landing pad.
Her face was red as she slowly raised herself up from the nearly crouched position her sloppy landing had left her in. She awkwardly began reeling in her weapon, waiting for the soft grinding of her weapon to stop before saying"Th-The noise I mean. I could hear it from far off, grimm will too. Th-there's a trail over there," she gestured just behind her,
"Let's get there and then I'd like to ask for your help.
She then realized how she must look, leaping down from the trees holding a dead bird with a thin trickle of blood reaching down to her right eyebrow from where the beak had impacted her. Her face went a little more red as she added "I-If that's okay. I know you just landed and all, and wouldn't want to disrupt any plans you might have, b-but I can try to help you in return somehow..."
The way she trailed off at the end there was anything but confident, but Lily was having trouble maintaining mission focus now that she was face to face with another student who she would likely have to interact with in the future after this. The thought of barking orders didn't sit well with her, as she didn't feel like she was worthy of issueing commands to any of her fellow students, let alone those ranked higher than her in terms of capability.