Post by kin on Feb 10, 2008 17:07:32 GMT -6
Note: I'm not very good at prompts... ^^; I’ll change my name as soon as one of my profiles is accepted, same goes for attending the ever so fun RPG School.
The stripe-cheeked girl was perched high above the earth below on a thick brown branch. Smellerbee’s charcoal-outlined eyes peered below like a hawk, searching for her next prey. A single gloved hand kept balance on the sprig while her brown, knee-high boots provided the traction the keep herself on balance.
She was in her forest, where she had grown from a small, helpless girl to a dagger-wielding warrior. Every tree, bush, and river was known to the Freedom Fighter who had spent six of her fifteen years of life there.
But now wasn’t the time to dawdle on thoughts of the past, though. She had a mission from Jet, one of her most important tasks yet. Smellerbee was to single-handed take out a small group of low ranking Fire Nation soldiers; lately there had been an abnormally high amount of patrols in the area. That day each of the rebels were out among the trees surrounding their hideout; their leader had figured the number of lone Freedom Fighters spread out would lead to a better chance of taking down more patrols. When he had announced they would each be solo it had shaken Smellerbee. This would be her first mission alone, yet she was determined to prove her worth. Being the smallest and youngest, next to The Duke, of the core group she was often given advice and guff. She needed this moment to be a success.
Crrr. Crrr.
Ah, there they were. The sound of many pairs of boots on dried leaves was unmistakable to the girl. Though her shaggy brown mane fell over her ears, she still heard the patrol before sighting them. With a sly smile and a concentration of mind Smellerbee turned on her heel, still crouched, to face the direction the party was arriving from.
They looked like a young and nervous group of men, spears gripped tightly and with little facial hair. Their uniforms were mainly black with little red or embroidery, marking their low ranks. There were only three of them, easy enough. Though they were a pitiful bunch, sympathy dared not cross her mind. These were the people who had killed her family, burning their house to the ground. The flames of her home had been the last thing she remembered before she had crawled into nearby forest. There she had raised herself for three years, only leaving when a mop-headed boy had journeyed into her patch of woods. They had joined forces with a common interest to destroy the Fire Nation, both of their families death's fueling their rage. No, there was definately no sympathy for these men.
Smellerbee’s eyes followed the band as they neared her tree, and she allowed her rage to pump adrenaline through her veins.
Hate them!
20 feet away.
They killed your family!
10 feet away.
They destroyed your life.
5 feet.
They destroyed the lives of your friends.
One more step…
Kill them.
With a baleful scream the daggers woman allowed herself to fall from the branch and towards the decaying forest floor. As she dove from her 20 foot high perch she could see the soldiers stiffening in surprise and horror, and to her alarm this made the man she had aimed for’s spear stuck straight into the air with the tensing of his body.
“Mmph!” With a buoyant kick to the tree the Freedom Fighter’s path was altered, only several inches from her previous demise. Her agile form landed crouched like a cat upon the leaf littered ground with a soft crunch.
The girl’s head jerked towards the shock-frozen soldiers, her eyes glittering dangerously. In a smiling smirk she bared her teeth as she slowly drew two sharpened daggers from her belt.
“He’s armed!” Announced Mr. Obvious bluntly. The rest of the group remained silent and stiff, though the one that spoke angled his spear for battle. The red bracelet of metal holding the spearhead to the stick glittered in the sunlight seeping through the canopy above.
Smellerbee curled her lip (a trait acquired from a fellow Freedom Fighter, Sneers) and stared straight back into his wide, amber eyes.
“Congratulations, you’ve found the Freedom Fighters.” Retorted the warrior. So sad you won’t be able to make it back alive. The stripe-cheeked girl stood up straight and stepped forward, her daggers at ready and primed to take the lives of the soldiers.
The stripe-cheeked girl was perched high above the earth below on a thick brown branch. Smellerbee’s charcoal-outlined eyes peered below like a hawk, searching for her next prey. A single gloved hand kept balance on the sprig while her brown, knee-high boots provided the traction the keep herself on balance.
She was in her forest, where she had grown from a small, helpless girl to a dagger-wielding warrior. Every tree, bush, and river was known to the Freedom Fighter who had spent six of her fifteen years of life there.
But now wasn’t the time to dawdle on thoughts of the past, though. She had a mission from Jet, one of her most important tasks yet. Smellerbee was to single-handed take out a small group of low ranking Fire Nation soldiers; lately there had been an abnormally high amount of patrols in the area. That day each of the rebels were out among the trees surrounding their hideout; their leader had figured the number of lone Freedom Fighters spread out would lead to a better chance of taking down more patrols. When he had announced they would each be solo it had shaken Smellerbee. This would be her first mission alone, yet she was determined to prove her worth. Being the smallest and youngest, next to The Duke, of the core group she was often given advice and guff. She needed this moment to be a success.
Crrr. Crrr.
Ah, there they were. The sound of many pairs of boots on dried leaves was unmistakable to the girl. Though her shaggy brown mane fell over her ears, she still heard the patrol before sighting them. With a sly smile and a concentration of mind Smellerbee turned on her heel, still crouched, to face the direction the party was arriving from.
They looked like a young and nervous group of men, spears gripped tightly and with little facial hair. Their uniforms were mainly black with little red or embroidery, marking their low ranks. There were only three of them, easy enough. Though they were a pitiful bunch, sympathy dared not cross her mind. These were the people who had killed her family, burning their house to the ground. The flames of her home had been the last thing she remembered before she had crawled into nearby forest. There she had raised herself for three years, only leaving when a mop-headed boy had journeyed into her patch of woods. They had joined forces with a common interest to destroy the Fire Nation, both of their families death's fueling their rage. No, there was definately no sympathy for these men.
Smellerbee’s eyes followed the band as they neared her tree, and she allowed her rage to pump adrenaline through her veins.
Hate them!
20 feet away.
They killed your family!
10 feet away.
They destroyed your life.
5 feet.
They destroyed the lives of your friends.
One more step…
Kill them.
With a baleful scream the daggers woman allowed herself to fall from the branch and towards the decaying forest floor. As she dove from her 20 foot high perch she could see the soldiers stiffening in surprise and horror, and to her alarm this made the man she had aimed for’s spear stuck straight into the air with the tensing of his body.
“Mmph!” With a buoyant kick to the tree the Freedom Fighter’s path was altered, only several inches from her previous demise. Her agile form landed crouched like a cat upon the leaf littered ground with a soft crunch.
The girl’s head jerked towards the shock-frozen soldiers, her eyes glittering dangerously. In a smiling smirk she bared her teeth as she slowly drew two sharpened daggers from her belt.
“He’s armed!” Announced Mr. Obvious bluntly. The rest of the group remained silent and stiff, though the one that spoke angled his spear for battle. The red bracelet of metal holding the spearhead to the stick glittered in the sunlight seeping through the canopy above.
Smellerbee curled her lip (a trait acquired from a fellow Freedom Fighter, Sneers) and stared straight back into his wide, amber eyes.
“Congratulations, you’ve found the Freedom Fighters.” Retorted the warrior. So sad you won’t be able to make it back alive. The stripe-cheeked girl stood up straight and stepped forward, her daggers at ready and primed to take the lives of the soldiers.
Like Karena, I recommend you go through the RP School to get a better feel of Smellerbee after posting your exemption. It's a good start, and you worked with what you had. I did rather hope to see more on her introduction to the FF's (you could've made it up), how she met Jet, her feelings for her comrades - but this is very good, considering.
