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Hmm! Sounds interesting, I like it!
Sure, why not? unless you don't want to which is perfectly fine by me! ^.^
Sure, why not? unless you don't want to which is perfectly fine by me! ^.^
Okay! Sound about right!
To be honest I can't be bothered to do doubles, you?
To be honest I can't be bothered to do doubles, you?
I's fine! I meant that I can't be bothered to do more than one character, so you can be the girl :P
((I'll have my guy uo when i get some sleel! Bye!))
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o [itza-chu] o
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itza-chu is a very loyal and humble man. he is the chief's son, and will become the head of the clan once his father passes away. his name means "great hawk". his name was given to him at the age of seven when he first shot his deer a couple of meters away. his vision is impeccable and has caused some rumours that he is blessed by the god's. his mother died when he was very young due to drowning in a flood during the raining season. itza-chu likes to be alone most of the time, spending his days in connection with nature, anything is better to him than spending every minute with his betrothed, menaya. (rest to be rp'ed)
Itza-chu had woken up early that morning to witness the beautiful sight of life. He had known that the fawn would be born today, just like every year, but it was all just as in incredible. He watched with a small smile as the baby deer wobbled to it's feet before stumbling around, trying to get used to it's legs. The chief's son chuckle and stood up from his crouching position, angering some small birds who had been perched on the branches above him. He waved them off and walked away, it was high noon, time for the hunt.
His rave black hair was silky and thick, almost never getting tangled. His sharp eyes looked around at everything and marvelling at it's beauty, it seemed the forest got prettier each year. As he was closing in on the cave that lead to his village a snap of a twig caught his attention. He stilled, his hand creeping to his waist where he kept his stone dagger that he had gotten on his birthday a few weeks prior. He sniffed the air, it felt... disturbed. His eyes searched through the thicket, until he spotted movement. He knew it wasn't an animal or one of his clan. It wasn't graceful enough, it's jerky movement were proof of that.
His rave black hair was silky and thick, almost never getting tangled. His sharp eyes looked around at everything and marvelling at it's beauty, it seemed the forest got prettier each year. As he was closing in on the cave that lead to his village a snap of a twig caught his attention. He stilled, his hand creeping to his waist where he kept his stone dagger that he had gotten on his birthday a few weeks prior. He sniffed the air, it felt... disturbed. His eyes searched through the thicket, until he spotted movement. He knew it wasn't an animal or one of his clan. It wasn't graceful enough, it's jerky movement were proof of that.
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Itza-chu watched with curiosity etched onto his face. What was this person doing. He crept closer and closer until he could see properly. And what he saw surprised him very much. A woman, a beautiful goddess like woman was sitting in the middle of the field with her hand outstretched towards the doe he had seen only moments before. He crouched and continued to observe what was happening. The doe had looked down at the hand before turning around, scampering towards where the black haired man now sat. It nudged his arm before running back to it's fawn.
As the woman stood up, coming towards him, his eyes widened. She was definitely not from this country. Her hair was like golden coloured wheat. Her complexion fair and smooth, also her clothes looked rather ridiculous yet they suited her well. The sound of her voice was a pleasant sound to his ears, like her appearance it was very attractive. But, looks could be deceiving. Slowly, he stood up once more from his crouching position, clenching the hilt of he dagger tightly in his left hand before coming our from behind the tree at the woman's right, tilting his head to the side.
Itza-chu watched with curiosity etched onto his face. What was this person doing. He crept closer and closer until he could see properly. And what he saw surprised him very much. A woman, a beautiful goddess like woman was sitting in the middle of the field with her hand outstretched towards the doe he had seen only moments before. He crouched and continued to observe what was happening. The doe had looked down at the hand before turning around, scampering towards where the black haired man now sat. It nudged his arm before running back to it's fawn.
As the woman stood up, coming towards him, his eyes widened. She was definitely not from this country. Her hair was like golden coloured wheat. Her complexion fair and smooth, also her clothes looked rather ridiculous yet they suited her well. The sound of her voice was a pleasant sound to his ears, like her appearance it was very attractive. But, looks could be deceiving. Slowly, he stood up once more from his crouching position, clenching the hilt of he dagger tightly in his left hand before coming our from behind the tree at the woman's right, tilting his head to the side.
((It's fine! Maybe her brother and a couple of other men could come in search for her and sees the "savage" with the knife and panics?))
((I have to reply tomorrow! my computer time is up!))
((Thank you! I am back!))
Itza-chu stared at her with curious dark eyes. He took back what he had thought before. She was graceful, in her own way, the way she handled a situation with such grace like a swan or a doe, come to think of it, maybe that's why the female deer had not ran away the first time she saw the woman with ridiculous clothes; how could one walk in that? Let alone handle the heat and humidity of the forest, maybe she was used to this climate already? But if so, how hadn't he or his people heard them? By the way she had been stomping around, or maybe she had just been an exception, possibly? The native person of the land titled his head.
As she motioned to his wound he looked at it and winced, it had looked like nothing half an hour ago, but now, it was starting to look infected. He could accept her help, if that's what she had been offering, but if she had said so, he would have been banned from his tribe for communicating with an outsider, but if he went back to his village with this wound, his father would declare war. He didn't want another war, especially with people that had weapons that could harm without much effort. Itza-chu turned his head towards the woman in front of him and sheathed his dagger. "Fix?" He asked, the word sounding strange on his tongue. His voice was deep and commanding yet surprisingly warm, like melted chocolate. This woman didn't look harmful, she had no obvious weapons on her person, whatever could she do?
Itza-chu stared at her with curious dark eyes. He took back what he had thought before. She was graceful, in her own way, the way she handled a situation with such grace like a swan or a doe, come to think of it, maybe that's why the female deer had not ran away the first time she saw the woman with ridiculous clothes; how could one walk in that? Let alone handle the heat and humidity of the forest, maybe she was used to this climate already? But if so, how hadn't he or his people heard them? By the way she had been stomping around, or maybe she had just been an exception, possibly? The native person of the land titled his head.
As she motioned to his wound he looked at it and winced, it had looked like nothing half an hour ago, but now, it was starting to look infected. He could accept her help, if that's what she had been offering, but if she had said so, he would have been banned from his tribe for communicating with an outsider, but if he went back to his village with this wound, his father would declare war. He didn't want another war, especially with people that had weapons that could harm without much effort. Itza-chu turned his head towards the woman in front of him and sheathed his dagger. "Fix?" He asked, the word sounding strange on his tongue. His voice was deep and commanding yet surprisingly warm, like melted chocolate. This woman didn't look harmful, she had no obvious weapons on her person, whatever could she do?
