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Cien
Legacy Name: Cien

The

Cream Noktoa
Owner:

metal

Age: 12 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 17th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 17th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 2
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Mounds of snow fell silently from a tree branch as cautious fingers pried it from vision. Cien had heard the crunch of boots along with the snapping of twigs from kilometres away and had made her way over without a sound. More and more strangers had been hiking into the mountains as of late; her curiosity for a closer look had finally worn her down.

Sharp, hawk-like eyes spied through the hole in the canopy, looking passed the edge of the forest to the vast snowfield beyond. Three figures could be seen in the distance, slowly making their way across the landscape. A quick glance up at the sky, and she knew their bearing. North-west; they were heading straight into the heart of the mountains. But why?

"Cien." A familiar voice spoke behind her. "You found them."

The voice was right next to her ear within seconds, to be expected of her elder. All Arcadi were fast, even through thick snow and maneuvering about the treetops, but the trail masters were known for being exceptionally light on their feet.

"Good. We will track them." Cien met his steady gaze, awaiting further commands. "Tell the clan our direction and I'll meet you at Parque Ridge."

Cien had already leapt from the tree and was in free-fall when she heard Aldus call after her.

"And bring me my bow."

"Tell me what you see."

Cien drew in a slow breath, keeping her heartbeat in time with Aldus'. "Three men..." She began tentatively, knowing full well that such a simple question could have a tricky answer. "Human. Hunters. Armed with guns and most likely knives."

"Threat?" Aldus breathed calmly, twisting the silver hair of his bow while positioning his first arrow. He always took his time with the first one; 'to begin the slaughter,' he always reminded her at the beginning of their target practices.

"Hardly." Cien wanted to laugh, but held her tongue. Now wasn't the time to lose her composure, not while she was hunting. "They're casual hunters that haven't ventured to this part of the range before. The darker one is injured."

"Most likely from the journey. From the look of their pallor, they're from Valekai. Our scouts have been finding more and more men on our lands, half dead and out of their minds. They aren't able to cope with the sudden drop in temperature, much like our distant cousins in the Sollass." Aldus tacked onto the end with a bitter smile. He was unconsciously touching the scar that ran down the length of his face. It had healed itself years ago, but had left behind a gruesome mark that he would live with for the rest of his life. Cien and Aldus had become closer since being paired to hunt together a few months back; the gesture was familiar to Cien by now. Any mention of the Maldecti and her elder would give the pale scar a silent acknowledgement.

"What do they want?" Cien shifted uncomfortably on her branch, eyes narrowing as she watched the men slowly progressing across the snowfield. The purpose of them coming into their territory for some kind of financial gain seemed most likely to her, but what was valuable enough to tempt them to tough out their destructive snow covered terrain... Cien did not know, and that made her nervous.

"I do not know. Our lands are nothing but ice and snow to them..." Aldus pulled back the string of his bow, unloaded Cien noticed, unsure when he had returned the arrow back to it's quiver. He suddenly let the string go with a satisfied crooked smile. "But I intend to find out."