"That is another one down." Diego declared, as he stared at the gazelle, which kicked its legs frantically as though that guaranteed it a chance to miraculously survive. He walked over to it, placing a inserting a blue seal onto its hide. "Your aim is truly frightening, Douen." Theodore on the other hand, exclaimed, giving the older man Loud pats on the back. "Your fingers are as nimble with the Blade, as it is with that arrow." He added, causing The larger individual to give a small smile. "You flattery is too excessive for my being to handle, Master Theodore." Douen simply stated, a small smile coming to his face. "Are you sure that would suffice?" Theodore inquired, as he walked up to his older cousin. "It should be; the scouts would not be thrown into confusion, since no Noble family chose the same color." Diego explained, as he rose up To his feet. The dying gazelle could only simply stare at Diego with much animosity in its eyes. "But what If they dare to falsify the records?" Theodore asked, as he placed a single foot on atop the Animal, ignoring the faint sensation of struggle which came from underneath. "The collectors should be behind us, if I be not mistaken. How will they attempt to do such, if such Is the case?" Diego asked. "Such would truly be the case, if there is not but a corrupt one amongst them." Theodore mumbled through his tongue. "Are you certain that we would be able to catch up to the other noble families at this point?" He asked, with a slight frown on his face. Diego gazed at him as though he had just uttered an offensive statement from his mouth. "I simply want this day to end quickly, that is all." Diego stated, while pointing his blood- drenched sword towards the angle of the sun. 'If only I could will the hours to move faster.' He thought, while squinting his eyes at the orb which laid above. "That, I do not understand, but it would leave us in a disadvantageous position were we to end up In a bleak position." Theodore mused simply, but the man remained silent. 'Rather strange.' Diego thought, as he clenched his fist momentarily, before unclenching them once more. The sensation was beyond familiar to him. "I can only hope that I am the one being paranoid." He muttered to himself, as a slight frown came to his face. "I believe I have the most probable way to deal with that solution of yours." Diego suddenly stated, causing Theodore, who was about to place a hand on the man's shoulder, to flinch. "I am uncertain if It would work, but it is worth to attempt."
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The Sunrays was reflected by the slowly flowing river, whichwas surrounded by lush vegetation, a clear depiction of the land's fertility. The trees which encompassed It about where evergreen, irregardless of the fact that the summer was already approaching its end. After a brief moment of silence, the bustling of leaves could be heard, causing some of them to recklessly drop to the soil. A certain bird had perched onto the branches of such trees, in order to seek solace from the rays of the sun. It snuggled in, unaware of its perpetual fate..
"Cornelia!" A young Man called out loudly, from the middle of the forest. A response from a human, he was bound not to receive- save for a few frightened animals that scampered off in their haste, not expecting a bipedal to suddenly make its appearance. His hair was colored In the deepest shade of ebony, while his blue eyes seemed to stare piercing at the surrounding areas. He lightly placed his hand on the tip of a sword, obviously willing to draw it out at any moment. Just as he was about to perform the action however, a sound came to his hearing, such as that of a heavy rock being dropped to the floor. He gazed at the direction of the silhouette, only to be met with a slight giggle. "Young Master, you agitate yourself for naught." The woman stated simply, as she gradually made her approach towards him. Although her outfit was in a shirt and a pair of curves, they did not fail to display her feminine outline. She waved a branch around, for reasons obvious to her as she approached. She must have rid the branch from a partially deformed tree, though, because for some reason, it took upon itself, a grotesque shape. "Master, did you perhaps miss my presence?" She asked, her light brown eyes shimmering, at an even closer distance this time. "You need not worry about my abandoning you at the middle of nowhere; I am still faithfully to that brother of yours, for the time being." She stated, a slight smile on her face. The lad on the otherhand, did not take note of whatever it was that she said; he stared at the object In her hand with disgusted eyes. "And whatever do you intend to do with that?" Sylvester asked, as he stared at the bird, which dangled lifelessly from the arrowhead; attached only but by a ligament. "Have you ever heard of quail, Master Sylvester?" Cornelia asked, in a coquettish tone. Sylvester simply stared down at her, ignoring her insidious question. "So you wish to cook it?" He asked. "Why, of course." Cornelia exclaimed, clapping her hands delightfully, causing the bird in her arrow to dangle even further. Sylvester gave a low sigh as he stared at this woman. Only when he brought her along, could her skilled she was an assassin. She could use the canopy of green to conceal herself at any moment, making her opponent to be completely unaware of her presence. Even Sylvester had no other option but to be about his toes. Her navigational skills were akin to an expert as well- it was only due to her analysis that they were able to attain as much Kills as they did so far. "Would you want to have a taste, young Master?" Cornelia asked, displaying the pitiful body of the bird before him. Out of impulse, Sylvester took a step backwards. "No, I politely decline.." "Spare Me your excuses, young Master! This may be one of the last times you could have to.." "Did you not hear what was said?" Sylvester asked, moving backwards. He finally tripped, the stone behind him having its travail at last. The Lad tumbled down in an instant- the maiden accompanying him as he fell. When he finally opened his eyes after the impact, he found the damsel towering over him. "Perharps I shall enjoy both the taste of this quail, as well as yourself, my dear boy." No sooner was the statement concluded, than Sylvester felt a warm sensation on his thoracic cavity.
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"May we resume our occupations now?" Theodore moaned, feeling bored from where he laid. He had the intention that he came solely for entertainment, and hunting, not for relaxation and slumbering. Diego glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. "Theodore, this is the upthirteenth time you demand for this. It may be best if you took it steady." Diego simply said, from the shade he had laid himself In. Douen, on the other hand, appeared to be in deep mediaton, his legs crossed. 'Am I the only one who bothers about it?' Theodore thought to himself, with much vexation in his voice. Unable to tolerate it any further, he eventually roused himself to his feet. "Are you not concerned that the king may find out about our inactivity?" Diego gazed up at the man, who stared down at him. "Were you not the one, who speculated that the collectors abounded a distance not too great from us?" Theodore asked, while staring.at the man. "Even if they inform his majesty, what can they do?" Diego asked, as a way of response. "You do know that it is not necessary for one to perform in the hunt- it is just for you to present yourself before his highness, ot better still- delegate an individual to be your representative." Diego simply stated. However his cousin became infatuated with that decision of his- and persisted to disturb Diego like a petulant fly. The man sighed. "Since you insist." He finally consented, rising to His feet. "It is necessary for us to regroup with the other three, afterall." He added, before proceeding to unsheath his sword once more.
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A curious rabbit hopped from the bushes, staring at the scene before it with beady eyes. Cornelia, who was head the bustling from the bushes, turned her head towards it, a slight smile coming to her face. "Behold, we have a spectator. It would certainly bring to us, good tidings." She simply stated, unknown to her that the child which laid below her had just enough of her nonsense. "Do you feel no shame, committing such an atrocious act in broad daytime?" He asked, a scowl coming to his face. Cornelia stared into those eyes of his, and was not the slightest bit surprised- there was not even an inkling of fear In his eyes. "You truly are Master's brother." She stated, before peering down closer at him. "Do you not fear that I may assault you?" She asked, obviously intrigued. Sylvester glanced away awkwardly. "You do not realise the gravity of your implications, if that was truly the case." He said. "Now, kindly remove your hand If you please- I begin to get.." The lad's statement was interrupted by the sound of the rabbit scampering back into the bushes; and It did well to do so- given the fact that it stood with both ears perked high, immersed In observing the both of them. "Oh, dear. We appear to be in quite a situation." Cornelia mused out loud, the grin on her face growing larger even more uncontrollably- she had just spotted the glint of a sword from where she laid. "Young Master.." A pale but weak voice came to Sylvester's hearing, making him to fidget for the first time ever. "Get off me, you fool." He muttered angrily through gritted teeth, his eyes staring directly into her eyes. But, prior to his expectations, Cornelia proceeded to lay her head against his chest. "Dear, but I was of the opinion that you were rather fond of Me, young Master." The maid stated, In a coquettish voice. Sylvester could only curse himself in this case- he brought it to himself, with his own hands. Just as he was about to tell the maid off once more, he suddenly felt the weight being raised from him- The woman had finally Rosen to her feet, and out of her own initiative. Sylvester got up as well, only to meet the awkward gaze from Gozek, the captain of the knight's of the Lewis manor. The man immediately averted his gaze, looking downwards. Cornelia on the other hand, hummed a pleasant tone to herself, as though she was proud of her dubious deeds. Gozek cleared his throat. "Young Master, are you alright?" He asked, although his vocal cords were apparently parched for some reason. "Ah, young Master, let me..." Cornelia stated, as she reached out for him, but only got a sword pointed at her direction instead. "Are you alright?" Gozek rephrased once more, as he came to the area of which the Lad stood. Sylvester preoccupied himself with brushing the sand from his hair. "I am alright." Sylvester assured him, before turning towards Cornelia. "Do you intend to Leave the offering behind?" He asked, causing the woman to turn towards him. She glanced at the corpse, which was left to be freed from the arrow, a further distance away. "It is filthy now, I am afraid." Cornelia said, as she crudely utilized her hands to separate the corpse from the arrow. "Could you not simply give it a wash at the river?" Gozek chimed In. Cornelia gazed at him for a while. "It appears as thought the both of you wish for the laws of the land to find fault within me." Cornelia stated, with a slight scoff. "It is our Goal at the moment to hunt down our prey. None ever mentioned a thing concerning a feast, while we are at it." She replied, her voice narrowed at both men. She held the bird by its wing. Before throwing it merciless further down the distance. "What for?" Sylvester asked, as he cast a glance towards her direction. Cornelia shrugged her shoulders. "No one knows if a harmed wolf would suddenly turn out at this direction." She simply replied, before walking away. As soon as her back was turned, a certain man Drew out his sword. "What do you intend to do?" Sylvester asked, placing out his hands out, impeding further movement. "Young Master, permit me to.." Gozek said, through gritted teeth, although he was not expecting to get interrupted. "You are no match for her, and you realize it." Sylvester stated, before turning towards him. "Need I remind you of how versatile she is?" He asked, with furrowed brows. "But, if you are that incessant to run towards your death, then I will not prevent you." Sylvester stated, as he withdrew his hand. "Just bear in mind that you have a family, who patiently await your arrival, back at home." He pressured. Gozek could only stare at him for the moment, his lips refusing to refute the words uttered by the child. "I will hearken." Gozek simply muttered, his voice full of submission. "But young Master, are you absolutely certain? All you need do is to make mention of one word and.." "Do not be irrational, Gozek." Sylvester simply muttered, resisting the urge to give a the man a good smack to the back of the head. Gozek could only stare at the Lad in shock- did he just get reprimanded by a child? "It would just be like a moth, driven to a flame." Sylvester stated, obviously ignorant of the man's expression. "If you are to jump at every opportunity provided, then, you will be sure to get your wings burnt."
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"How did we end up into such a situation?" Theodore could only gulp, all the while being held at sword point. The disparage of it all- they had actually wandered into a territory where a noble family preoccupied, claiming that it was theirs. "How could you classify this arena as yours? You cannot just inhabit a particular zone as yours, though. This is.." "Speak even further, and you will surely get your throat slit." The man pressed on, aiming the sword closer to Theodore's neck. "Is there no room for negotiation?" Diego asked, as he was also being held in the same position as his cousin. 'I wonder what sort of leader will leave his knight to be, at an insecure base.' Diego thought, as his eyes glanced around for some time. He had expected the noble to show himself for some time now, but unfortunately, that was not the case. And for the mannerisms of these men, it was quite obvious that their patient was waning thin- they were bound to commit an irrational act at some point. For himself and Theodore, there was indeed no need to fret, but- he glanced at the man that was being held captive at his left. He exhaled. "Do you truly wish not to talk this issue out?" He asked once more. The man in charge- probably the leader, glanced at him with much animosity in his eyes. "Of course not." He replied. All he got in response however, was a slight sigh. "So be it." The man muttered, but all the chief guard saw, was his lips moving. "What did you say, you.." "Argh!" One of the knight's that rendered Diego captive screamed out in pain, having received a head butt from the latter, causing the defense to experience a light slip up. Without further ado, he proceeded to kick the sword out of the one in front of him, which sent it flying to the air. Before anyone else got a chance to react, he immediately caught a hold of the sword, knocking the man nearest to him away in the process. "You." The knight began, attempting to rush up to Diego, while the remainder of the knights who were unconscious, gradually encompassed him about in a circle, seeking to entrap him. "What on earth occurs here at the present moment?" A voice called out, bringing an end to the occupations of all.