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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 21:21:34 GMT -8
Ayra ran past Drake, her dirty - golden hair a blurry streak behind her. She laughed gleefully as she raced past the trees. At the river, she showed off by Vaulting over the water and landing gracefully on the tips of her toes on a rock turned green from moss.
"Slow poke !" she practically laughed back at drake. running with no limits always lifted her spirits.
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Post by Grr on Sept 18, 2009 21:23:33 GMT -8
Drake just smirked, then just seemed to disappear. He reappeared at the range. "Now who's the slow poke," he said when Ayra came into view.
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 21:27:44 GMT -8
"Not fair!" she acted to be pouting, but couldn't hold back a laugh. "you used magic!" Ayra tromped to a stop next to Drake. She pulled a long leather strap off of her left arm and started tying up her hair.
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Post by Grr on Sept 18, 2009 21:31:05 GMT -8
"I didn't use magic, I ran," the large man argued. He took a 6 foot bow and strung it. It's reduced its height by 5 inches. He pulled out a arrow and nocked it. "Are you ready?"
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 21:38:24 GMT -8
gimmie a sec... She ran up the mountain a little more into a little nook. Ayra yelled down "i keep mine up here... Aha!!" She ran back down with a pewter bow with intricate carvings down the side of it. twenty arrows with eagle feathers attached to them were in a quiver with matching carvings of her bow. Two targets were in her left hand.
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Post by Grr on Sept 18, 2009 21:41:58 GMT -8
Drake saw the cravings and smirked," thats a nice bow. But the engravings don't really help you in a fight." His bow was beautifully craved and polished. It had age to it, but it looked brand new. He took great care of all his weapons.
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 21:50:29 GMT -8
Ayra shrugged. "Niether do the ones on yours. The person who made this for me-" Ayra rubbed her bow "- had a lot of time on his hands. It was the last of many weapons that he made, but he told me that this was his pride and joy." Ayra looked sadly down at her weapon. "He was such a great warrior..."
She shook her head and looked back up at Drake. "Can you come help me set up these targets?" She slung the bow over her back by the quiver. "They attack to the face of the mountain over there" She nodded over to the thirty foot wall of mountain rock.
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Post by Grr on Sept 18, 2009 21:56:19 GMT -8
((Theres no engravings on Drake's bow.))
"Sure," Drake replied. He grabbed a target, and placed it on the wall. The target was were he usually puts it, at about 6 feet 5 inches off the ground. It was a force of habit. He was 7 feet and 5 inches tall, after all.
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 22:02:03 GMT -8
Ayra put hers just a little lower than Drakes. At about 6 feet. She turned abruptly and took forty paces back, then turned around again towards the wall. She pulled her bow back out with one of her arrows and slung it.
"you ready?" she asked Drake, smiling
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Post by Grr on Sept 18, 2009 22:07:29 GMT -8
Drake turned and took forty paces away as well. He nocked an arrow, and pulled back. He released the arrow, and it flew straight for the target. Bullseye. "Ah, darn," Drake sighed. It seemed like a perfect shot.
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 22:15:16 GMT -8
"two centimeters off... too bad." Ayra smiled at him, but turned abruptly back to the target and pulled back so hard it looked like the bow would break. She let go and- woosh! The arrow dissappeared, leaving a huge hole in the middle of the target. "Ah, crap..." she murmered to herself. " there goes another one. Ill have to go out and make some more later..." Ayra smirked at Drake. "Beat that dragon boy" she said playfully
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Post by Grr on Sept 18, 2009 22:17:37 GMT -8
Drake smirked. He nocked another arrow, and released. A loud wood spliting sound rang in the mountian air. The second arrow drove itself straight down the middle of his first arrow. "Beat that, vampire girl."
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 22:22:41 GMT -8
Ayras teeth glistened in the night. "oh, I will"
With a blur, she let off two shots, just as powerful as the first one. Only, this time, they were in mili- seconds apart. They went perfectly into the hole in the middle of her target.
"Told you so!" she laughed at him
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Post by Grr on Sept 18, 2009 22:30:05 GMT -8
Drake cracked his neck. He nocked another arrow. He pulled, farther this time. His bow creeked at the strain He released, and his arrow was never seen. After he let it go, his target fell off the wall, and it was split in half. "Ha."
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 18, 2009 22:36:53 GMT -8
Ayra frowned. "Your good. You are the only person who has ever beat me in archery" She laughed. "which means for once,I dont have to pay Edward back for damage repairs! just joking. Good game" She playfully mock-bowed down at Drakes feet. "All hail the new Archery champ!" Then, she got up, giggling.
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Post by Grr on Sept 19, 2009 9:36:25 GMT -8
Drake didn't respond. He sniffed the air, and growled," we're not alone."
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 19, 2009 14:35:02 GMT -8
Ayra instantly tensed. She sniffed and growled. "Its not Kyome... Ive never smelled that before" She looked into the trees. Picking up her bow, she strung it, ready for anyone, or anything.
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Post by Grr on Sept 19, 2009 14:39:11 GMT -8
Wicked laughter filled the air. Blurs could be seen. "Oh, a giant and girl, this will be fun," the unseen person laughed pychopathicly.
Drake watched the blurs and waited. He was waiting for the right time to shoot an arrow at the fast moving person. He growled, and waited. Suddenly, Drake fired an arrow into the woods, shortly after, there was a yell of pain and the sound of a arrow sticking itself in a tree.
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Post by kyome月的女& on Sept 19, 2009 14:50:46 GMT -8
More blur popped into the clearing... and Ayra was waiting for them. Without hesitation she let off five shots, all in different directions. Screeches of pain came from the forest. Her face had gone intensely focused, and her scarlet eyes turned crimson. She stared into the trees while stringing another shot. The air had gone oddly still, no wind at all.
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Post by Grr on Sept 19, 2009 15:41:35 GMT -8
Drake wento over to where he shot his arrow, leaving Ayra alone. When he got there, a man, wearing dark clothing, was franticly trying to take the arrow out of his shoulder. Drake looked at the man, ripped him off the tree. His shoulder was still nailed to the tree. The man yelled in pain," what did you do that for!? That hurt!!!"
Drake just growled," what is your name?"
The man laughed pyhcopathicly, "My name is Dameion Gale."
((Don't know what else to put, DDDDDX))
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