01-31-2018, 03:04 PM
Tenzin's ears pricked; her head rose a moment before the voice rang out.
She sat crossed legged on the floor, a dog-eared book on ancient Greek flapped open at her knee, a scruffy notebook scribbled with her own hand beside it, and the animal skin inked with letters on its innards beside that, the carved piece of fragmented bone resting atop. She'd been frowning down at the work, knee jumping restlessly, the pen in her hand sometimes tapping a frantic beat on the pages in front of her. It was an archaic way of doing things, but Tenzin scoffed at the idea of using tech to do the job she insisted her brain was perfectly capable of.
She'd told Jacinda the story; of the dry lake and the crunch of bones, and the strange tomb that had been buried beneath. The locals spoke of a beast, but the body had already gone before Tenzin arrived; she didn't even know what it could possibly be, nor how it had survived unknown for so long in so small a space. In her broken English she spoke with wonder of the things she had seen within. A staircase down into darkness. Shells and nets and stacked treasure. An altar adorned with an elaborate trishula. All of it surrounded by the glow of spirit-wrought lights. The fact the artefact was in the ancient Greek tongue was the strangest thing; it made no sense.
Despite that distraction, she was beginning to find the days difficult. Early that first morning she had slipped out for a run to shake off the excess energy. Too long cooped up, not that she regretted the cause, but it made her jittery as a caged animal to spend the evening quietly. Her legs ate up furious miles before, panting, she finally itched the spot. Remembered to check her contacts before she returned with breakfast. Jacinda needed rest; proper rest, but she was not the sort to relinquish easily to idleness. Still, cracked ribs didn't heal any other way.
They'd hunted, of course, but only the easiest prey. Tenzin's urging. It strengthened pack to do so; deepened bonds, and made understanding more intrinsic. As such, when the stranger called into their den,her eyes danced up to the other woman. Strange rumours had reached them; enough to stoke more wariness than when Jacinda had stumbled into the safehouse a few days before. A first burst of chaos now the Athari ruptured, a dissenter picking off their own kind. Tenzin's restless knee stilled, and her hand abandoned the pen to settle lightly on her nearest weapon.
She sat crossed legged on the floor, a dog-eared book on ancient Greek flapped open at her knee, a scruffy notebook scribbled with her own hand beside it, and the animal skin inked with letters on its innards beside that, the carved piece of fragmented bone resting atop. She'd been frowning down at the work, knee jumping restlessly, the pen in her hand sometimes tapping a frantic beat on the pages in front of her. It was an archaic way of doing things, but Tenzin scoffed at the idea of using tech to do the job she insisted her brain was perfectly capable of.
She'd told Jacinda the story; of the dry lake and the crunch of bones, and the strange tomb that had been buried beneath. The locals spoke of a beast, but the body had already gone before Tenzin arrived; she didn't even know what it could possibly be, nor how it had survived unknown for so long in so small a space. In her broken English she spoke with wonder of the things she had seen within. A staircase down into darkness. Shells and nets and stacked treasure. An altar adorned with an elaborate trishula. All of it surrounded by the glow of spirit-wrought lights. The fact the artefact was in the ancient Greek tongue was the strangest thing; it made no sense.
Despite that distraction, she was beginning to find the days difficult. Early that first morning she had slipped out for a run to shake off the excess energy. Too long cooped up, not that she regretted the cause, but it made her jittery as a caged animal to spend the evening quietly. Her legs ate up furious miles before, panting, she finally itched the spot. Remembered to check her contacts before she returned with breakfast. Jacinda needed rest; proper rest, but she was not the sort to relinquish easily to idleness. Still, cracked ribs didn't heal any other way.
They'd hunted, of course, but only the easiest prey. Tenzin's urging. It strengthened pack to do so; deepened bonds, and made understanding more intrinsic. As such, when the stranger called into their den,her eyes danced up to the other woman. Strange rumours had reached them; enough to stoke more wariness than when Jacinda had stumbled into the safehouse a few days before. A first burst of chaos now the Athari ruptured, a dissenter picking off their own kind. Tenzin's restless knee stilled, and her hand abandoned the pen to settle lightly on her nearest weapon.
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|Tenzin|
If they stand behind you, protect them; if they stand beside you, respect them; if they stand against you, destroy them.