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From out of the desert, a lone figure walked. She was dusty and tired, having walked a long way to get here. She trudged toward what looked like a city, but may just have been another mirage and wonders what she was doing in this place.
Amalthea stopped a half mile from the city and just stared. Nothing in her life had prepared her for a walk along a blasted sandscape with no company but the wind and the sun and the scorching heat. She caught her breath on a lone rock, just barely out of the sand, and leaned back as she tried to figure out what kind of land this must be. A barren one, but not devoid of all forms of life. And apparently with human involvement after all, she noted looking at the rising city ahead of her.
After taking a drink from her waterskin, she capped the spout, and with a sigh moved forward toward the waiting city and the coming dusk, greatful for the lessening of the heat. She walked forward and wondered what this place would have in store for her.
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amalthea, hunter
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From:
whos_afraid
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Date: 04/19/2007 13:35:34 |
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I figured. XD And I'm certain Hunter's got the best facial expressions EVER. |
He shook his head. "Thank you, I'm fine. No need to have me sully your handkerchief there." He was sweaty, dusty, and dirty from the road and the hunt. Her handkerchief would be a mess if he used it. "No, I doubt it. It's your natural scent. It's just... more full of magic than almost any I've ever come across." That Goodfellow fairy had smelled of magic, but dfferent. His was dark green, with specks of yellow and black, full of woods, mischief, and bits of malice.
Hers was... almost pure white-silvery magic, with the hints of some color that didn't really exist. "Oh, what should I call you, by the way?" He wanted to ask what she really was, but wasn't exactly sure how best to phrase it.
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Amalthea was smart to be wary of strangers, but this one? No, Hunter was actually had no ulterior motive. The woman was alone, and not exactly the hardiest of people. He didn't want anything to happen to her; it was simply a natural protective instinct, similar to what he was discovering he had for Red.
Hunter knew she wasn't human. No human smelled like that. Her scent wafted under his nostrils again and he sneezed once more. At the very least, he knew she was a creature used to magic, though she hid it for whatever reason. Any non-magical being like a human would have reacted to his scenting ability - much like the beautiful woman he'd met in the jungle just a week prior, who found it fascinating - in some way or other. Whether in curiosity, confusion, distaste, something.
But this Amalthea simply shrugged it off, as if it were normal, not something strange. Hunter pondered it for a minute, breaking his thought to answer her next question. "No I'm not from around here. I suppose you could say I live in the Sleeping Woods to the northwest. It is where I spend most of my time." And on his last few words, they stepped inside Mehrdadstan, between the watch towers where magicians guarded the city. They were on the main road, and it was crowded, people jostling back and fortha nd Hunter kept close to Amalthea, so she wouldn't get swept away.
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"N-no I don't want the be here, I need to be here. I'm looking for.. people that I know, knew a long time ago. I don't know where they are, so I figured I'd just look everywhere. They have to be somewhere in this godsforsaken place," Now she realized that she was saying too much, so she caught her breath, "And you don't need to listen to a ...woman getting hysterical in the streets. Thank you for escorting me. I'm sorry..." Amalthea shook her head, clearing the emotions out as she did.
She then said, "If you like, you can just point me in the direction of an inn or a tavern. You have been so kind to me, I thank you for that, but perhaps it would be best for me to go..."
Taking in more sights and sounds, she almost wanted to vomit at the riot of colors that passed, the smells that wafted, the noises that bounced off of everything, but she couldn't. She needed to find someplace relatively quiet to collect her thoughts. But she didn't want to leave the man just yet...
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As soon as they were off the crowded main road, Amalthea felt much, much better. It seemed like she could think again, which was a blessing. She had almost called him a wolf, and she didn't want to run him off with that, or anything. This was a genuinely nice ...man.
She pulled herself together more, and said, "I would like to find somewhere very much, but you don't need to wait on my account. You have things to do, and I am most probably keeping you from them. But thank you. FOr everything." Not that she didn't want the strong male protecting her, but she needed to learn how to do this on her own, because she knew that she could not always rely on the kindness of strangers.
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Hunter was wary of leaving her. She seemed to need some kind of guardian, and he almost insisted. Almsot. But then he caught it again. A scent, a faint whiff of honey-jasmine-frankincese, and he knew she'd been here, down this very road.
First things first. He needed to go to the palace, speak with the queen, and then he could spend time hunting down the elusive scenta nd the woman who belonged to it. As for Amalthea... "I will be checking in on you, I hope you know," Hunter said with what could have been a smile. Their luck took them past an inn, nothing huge and gradiose, but perhaps someplace she could stay. Hunter offered as much, because it'd be easier to find her by knowledge, than by sneezing and sniffing his way.
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