2nd Tessera 81382 4:15 PM Gyr'taan Rylio OOC: This a thread between me and Jynx, so just read. Woe, long post. COOL!! :) IC: The backstreets of Watani made it a perfect place to make drug trades and deals, away from the watchful eyes of the pendragon authorities that would punish them for there mischeivious deeds. Cramped between buildings on both sides a long narrow way was made. Water dripping from the building tops, puddles of water on the ground that would splash if stepped on. There was steam venting out of the air ducts into the air, rising only a tenth of the height of the buildings, possibly higher. With lights flickering and noises of the people made the backstreets a perfect place to hide, and was also certainly a dangerous spot for the innocent. A stack of crates there was next to one of the buildings that were with the cramped row, on the left side. There sat a pendragon, with a bow and a quiver of arrows next to him. This 'pendragon, Gyr'taan Rylio, sat there, looking down at the wet ashfelt ground, like he was hiding something on his face that he wanted no one to see. On his body, from his torso to everywhere, were beat marks, both done by forceful fists and hard kicks. On his arms was a small stream of blood that started from a cut mark on his shoulder that stops and drips to the ground at his wrist. There was more blood, but on his face, on his muzzle. It wasn't a scar, but a cut mark that was inflicted by a blade. Gyr'taan looked up into deep space, thinking about how he got these wounds. He knew who did this to him, his father, for trying to learn about plants behind his back. His mother tried everything to stop him, but nothing. Gyr'taan thought, If uncle Koexar knew about this, he would kill dad, but he's dead. Gyr's father was a real bastard among his family, beating them senselessly, and he doesn't have a record for people abuse. It could be because he was the leader of the Nort-west Watani Gang, bribing his way out of court trials and such. Gyr hated his father, not just for that, but for not letting him do what he wants to do. Gyr was forced into the gang. Gyr'taan said no to his father, but ended up getting beaten almost to death. This broke him inside, he was dead. All he needed was an angel to help him. The deep expression on Gyr's face was a clear indication of being broken inside. He didn't know who his father was anymore. Gued'tryn, Gyr's father, became a completely different person ever since he had that near-death experience to years ago. Since the, he was more tryant, wanting the whole of Watani. The other gang members, now even more ruthless, were being agreeable with him when they should be objecting it. This is what led him to force Gyr to join, for a little more strength with the help of his archery. Gyr was learning about plants, even before Gued had that near-death experience. Gued didn't mind then because that's what he saw that Gyr wanted to study botany. But since the accident, Gued made him stop because it would make a wuss, and made him join the gang to toughen him up. Gyr at first didn't understand why his father made him stop when he was happy about Gyr learning abot plants. Today, he tried to learn about them when Gued wasn't around. Gued found him out and beaten him senselessly. Gyr's mother, Trinity, saw what was going on and tried to restrain him, but ended up in failure. She was beaten with Gyr. Another drop of blood fell to the ground. Gyr wasn't doing anything to repair himself. All he was doing was sitting there, like he was a helpless animal. He wasn't doing anything to bandage his wounds, or put ice on his fist mark and feet mark swellings that was on his body. That what he did, just that, sitting there staring at the ashfelt. All he had with him was his bow and and his quiver of arrows. His bow wasn't an old fashioned wooden one. Instead, it was a bow made of silver, manufactured silver that was designed to stretch out. The string was also a metal, but not silver. Instead, it was a thin sting wire made of manufactured platinum, that was also designed to stretch. This was his only weapon he had with him, and basically the only weapon he could use. Was there any hope for this boken boy? Would anyone try and help him? Those things were in Gyr's mind, going around in cycle, repeating themselves in his head as he sat there, staring to the ground with his opal eyes of multi-color. Nothing there caught his attention, not even a piece of trash caught in the breeze of the soft refreshing air. However, though he continued to stare at the lifeless ground of ashfelt, a butterfly flew over head, homing in closer to Gyr'taan. It flew closer to Gyr, then eventually landed on his hand. Gyr reached out his hand that had the butterfly on it and lifted up his head. He looked up at the multi-colored winged insecta as it moved it's wings. He swung his arm, and the insecta took flight and flew away. He watched as it flew away, then returned his eyes upon the ashfelt ground.
ooc: Wohoo! Long! :D ic: The young Yki wandered through the foreign streets, keeping his head down to avoid attention. 'Dragons bustled around him, shoving him aside when he got in their way. Finally, as an arden shoved him harder than the rest, he lifted his head and snarled, his wings snapping open to shove everyone within seven feet away from him. Ujjyf took to the air, gliding over all of them to land with a soft splash in one of the back streets. Here, it would be quieter; no one was in sight. Walking forward carefully, he listened to the soothing sounds around him. The soft drip of water, the steady rhythm of his own breathing and...someone else? Turning toward the sound, his heart froze in his chest. He'd left home searching for a warm, loving place that would accept him the way he was, a place better than where he'd grown up. Looking at the arden before him, bloody and beaten, he realized this place was no better. He, at least, had been protected by law and custom; the young 'dragon he was watching didn't even seem to have that. Stepping forward, Ujjyf knelt beside the other, trying to find which "him" would be best in this situation. Unable to decide, he remained blank, careful to keep his expressions locked away. At home, when someone was hurt, everyone ran to help and the touches and soft words seemed to heal them. The old Kiom-Nushib had told him that love healed anything, even a broken bone. Fhekh azgluemt fhi E fut mabaj haulap fesh shaej fyjpt. He thought bitterly, studying the broken creature. A strange emotion filled him, something he couldn't identify, that urged him to help this arden. Pulling the thin shirt he wore off, he tore it into strips without a word, sliding one arm under the 'dragon and shifting him. Quickly and clumsily, Ujjyf wrapped the strips around the shoulder wounds, tying it tightly to stop the bleeding. Gathering another strip, he pushed the arden's muzzle up, pressing it to the cut there. Sitting back it inspect his work, he remembered something else; snow. Always, when someone was hurt they put snow from the mountain tops on it. The cold helped. Rising, he looked around for mountains and snow, mistakenly believing his "patient" was asleep.
OOC: Yeah, but my first one was longer. IC: Gyr didn't know how long it has been since he sat down. Time seemed frozen, metaphorically speaking, to him, mainly because nothing seemed to catch his attention, nor did he pay attention to anything. It felt like time stood still, everything stood still, like nothing moved. Gyr felt like nothing, a meaningless lifeform that had no purpose in life. He just sat there looking down upon the ashfelt ground. His eyes weren't of his opal color anymore. They were more of a dull red color, which basically means that he isn't focusing on one thing, and that was the real world. Unknowingly, an ardan, roughly sixteen stood in front of Gyr, looking at his wounds. This mysterious ardan took his shirt off and tore it to patch up Gyr's wounds and to dry the blood. When he was finished, he looked in different directions, like he was looking for something. Gyr'taan soon after returned to the "real world" that he was born in. His eyes color returned to their bountiful beauty they were originally in before. He could still feel the pain of the wounds and the cut marks, but he saw that he was patched up with material that is commonly used to make shirts and stuff like that. He examined himself to find more of his wounds patched up. He didn't know how it happened, or when it happened. He then looked up, seeing a Yki, roughly sixteen years old, looking from end to the other. He was definitely looking for something, but Gyr couldn't tell what the Yki was looking for. Gyr stared with his opal eyes at the Yki figure, looking at his fine body structure. From the top of his head to his feet, he examined the Yki. He noticed that the ardan had a marking on his face. It looked like the Ramathian symbol for U. Gyr became nervous before trying to talk to him, but with a quick breath and a gulp, he said, "Thanks for that."
ooc: I was celebrating your longevity-ness. :p ic: Seeing no mountains about, he wondered where these strange 'dragons got their snow. Surely they had some; it was all he knew of that helped bruises. Struggling to puzzle out this mistery, he heard a foreign voice behind him. Spinning to see who it was, he saw the arden looking at him. Tilting his head, Ujjyf frowned. "E pym's ompajtsump iyo." He said, almost apologetically. It really was inconvenient, not knowing the language most 'dragons spoke now. Maybe this one could help him with that. Silver eyes quickly took in the slightly muscular form before them, trying to see passed the bruises. Ujjyf decided the 'dragon was older than him by a year or so. Moving back to his side, he sat in a puddle, not minding the water. "Fhaja et iyoj tmyf?" He asked, tilting his head adorably as he slid into his usual self rather than remaining blank.
OOC: Oh, ok. Thanks :) IC: The Yki didn't understand Gyr'taan. Yki only spoke Ramathian. This wasn't a problem for Gyr. Ramathian was a language he was good at, but not Ykili, that's if the Yki spoke that language. He should do because he is a Yki afterall, however, not all species speak their foreign language. Some prefer english, or ramathian as the languages that they want to speak in. Gyr knew only three languages, english, ramathian, and anubi. The anubi language he learnt from an Anubi gang member he knew. Gyr understood what the Yki said. "I don't understand you," is what Ujjyf said. Gyr smiled as a response, with a reply. "E tuep shumct vyj shus" He said in ramathian because, obviously, Ujjyf could speak and understand it. Mabye that and some Ykili was the only languages he could speak. Then there was the silver eyes that Gyr saw that was trying to go deeper beyond the cuts and bruises Gyr had. To Gyr'taan, mabye the Yki was the answer to his prayers. Gyr was dead inside and he needed and angel. Mabye Ujjyf was the angel that Gyr asked for. Despite being a Yki, Ujjyf looked like the one, or mabye he wasn't. Gyr would have to find out for himself. Gyr saw Ujjyf sat down on a puddle of water. That seemed odd. Why would he do that? He must be a wierd Yki. Gyr didn't mind though, for Ujjyf started to speak again. "Where is your snow?" was what he made out of the question. Snow? Gyr didn't understand what Ujjyf meant by that. Mabye he meant ice for the bruises. Gyr looked at Ujjyf with his beautiful opal eyes and spoke in ramathian, "E pym's kujji umi. E mabaj py. E'n Gyr'taan, ri sha fui. Gyr'taan Rylio. Fhus't iyoj't?"
ooc: :) ic: Ujjyf was glad the 'dragon could understand him. His silver eyes sparkled as he gave a broad grin, somehow proud of this. "Iyo pym's huba sy shumc na. My yma patajbat u rausemd leca shus. Fhaja et iyoj Kiom? Fhy pep shet?" His eyes darkened as he spoke the last, his aggressive side making an appearance; what kind of clan did this 'dragon belong to, letting a nioti take this kind of punishment? Hearing Gyr's reply, Ujjyf frowned; he didn't carry any? Did that mean the clan's snow was very far away? He gazed into opal eyes scoldingly. "Iyo nots ulfuit kujji tmyf. Es't engyjsums." He felt silly, scolding someone older than him, but it was important. What if he got hurt again? Ujjyf pictured the arden yet again beaten down like this, only this time he wasn't there to help. His frown deepened, the worry shining clearly in silver orbs. After a moment, he shook his head, offering a tiny smile. "E'n Ujjyf yv sha Dlukeajpjudym sjera em sha Ky'datudk Nyomsuemt." He said, bowing his head slightly in respect. It was rare for him to speak his name, since everyone already knew it; his tribe was very close knit, though everyone knew him to stay away from him. Getting up, he wiped his paws on his jeans, looking around again; he'd have to find snow on his own. Something cold and wet hit him and he yelped, looking up in bewilderment. Rain? How was it raining without clouds in the sky? He looked down at Gyr, still confused. "Iyo leba em u baji tsjumda fyjlp. Juem feshyos klyopt... myf E'ba taam abajishemd." He threw his paws up, turning around in a circle a couple of times. Almost like chasing his tail. It was a habit he'd picked up from his mother, when she believed something was bad luck. Ruffling his wings a little, he sat back down beside Gyr, grumbling to himself before looking up again. "Hyf py E das iyoj tmyf?"
Gyr saw that the Yki seemed happy that he spoke a language Ujjyf could understand. He was also glad that the Yki could understand aswell, but when it came to Ujjyf speaking, Gyr became down at the question. "You don't have to thank me. No one deserves a beating like that. Where is your Kiom? Who did this?" is what he made out of the words. Gyr knew what Kiom meant, but he was happy about how he got the beatings. "Ni Kiom pep shet sy na. Ni yfm vushaj." "You must always carry snow. It's important." is what he also made out of the second speaking. Some don't carry ice, but some others do, however, Gyr was one of those who don't. "E pym's kujji umi rakuota E qots pym's." It wasn't long that Ujjyf introduced himself. "I'm Ujjyf of the Dlukeajpjudym tribe in the Ky'datudk Mountains." Gyr was happy now that he knew The Yki's name. Gyr took a breath of invigoration and smiled, "Meka sy naas iyo." Soon after, it started to rain. Rain with no clouds? This was normal around here in Watani. This seemed to trouble Ujjyf. "You live in a very strange world. Rain without clouds... now I've seen everything." was what he translated. "Fall, es't myjnul yos haja."
Ujjyf's jaw dropped at the answer; his Kiom did this? What kind of monster would punish him so? Anger built up in his chest and he ground his teeth together, clenching his fists. Het vushaj...het vushaj! Bowing his head, Ujjyf struggled to contain the blind fury he felt, digging his claws into his palms as he thought about the Kiom who dared call himself a father after beating a nioti. He could do nothing, however; he'd barely joined the adult ranks himself, he wasn't about to challenge an Elder from another tribe. Lifting his head again, he tilted it, glad for somewhat of a distraction. "Ros ev iyoj tmyf et vuj ufui, hyf py iyo sjaus iyoj fyompt? Tojali iyo pym's qots tovvaj shjyodh es." He pointed out, worried again. He wasn't sure he liked Gyr's tribe much. Frowning, he sat back, shaking his head. "Meka sy naas iyo, syy." He replied, turning his gaze to the sky. The rain was soaking into his fur; for once in his life, he wished it weren't so thick. Shaking himself lightly, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Ujjyf wrinkled his nose at Gyr's reply, shaking his head again. "Ekc. Mys sha gluka vyj na, sham. E leca u lessla fujmemd ravyja u tsyjn." He grinned, glancing at Gyr to see if he laughed, too.
Gyr saw that his confession angered Ujjyf. Gyr wouldn't believe it either. A father to bash and beat his only son wasn't right in anyway, but Gyr's father craved it, ever since the accident. Gyr didn't know why his father was doing this to him. He was like transformed into a different person. Mabye when a young age, he had another body in him, like a second personality that took over when he had the accident. This was something he had ask his mother about. If he asked his father, then mabye he would be bashed again. Although his father was getting more and more ruthless everyday, mabye Gyr can get to him somehow, just to make him come back again, if there was another body in him. The thought of it creeped Gyr out, making shake a little, more like a shiver. Then again, the incident could have made his father acted tough because he almost died. If that was the case, he didn't act like that to Gyr, or unleash his fury on him. There was basically no reason to do that at all. The mere though made Gyr clench his fists in anger, digging his claws into the palms of his hands, piercing the skin causing blood run out. He felt the pain, but he tried to put his mind on it. Gyr actually tried to resist the pain, helping him not to feel it, but he couldn't help himself. He released a deep puff of air through his teeth, making it sound like electricty run through some wires on a circuit board. "U rutsujp sy ni vuneli," is what bursted out in a slow deep voice. "Ha't raam leca shet abaj temka sha emkepams sfy iaujt udy" Geud, Gyr's father, was obvious a great bastard among the Rylio Family. Gyr was told by his father that he was a disgrace to the Rylio's when it was obvious that Geud was. He was the disgrace, not Gyr. Gyr always about this. He knew that his ancestors wouldn't forgive his father, Geud, about what he did, and he had become. A toatl monster, that's what he was. A black sheep among the flock. Geud will always be that. Then Ujjyf was starting worry about how Gyr and his kind was to treat the bruises. For a Yki, Ujjyf was certainly wierd. Well, mabye he was from an isolated tribe of Yki's. Well, he did say he was from the Ky'Datudk Mountain Tribe, so it would have been a very isolated tribe, possible some of the other tribes aswell. Gyr knew what Yki tribes on Ramath, but he didn't,know much information about them. The only tribes he knew about quite well was the anubi tribes. He learned about them from an Anubi gang member. Now the Anubi was a nice arden, who also sees that there is something wrong with Gyr's father, Geud. Gyr saw this Anubi as a mentor to him, also like a father. The Anubi treats him well, and is like a fatherly figure to Gyr'taan, ever since Geud had the accident. The Anubi would even stand by Gyr's side in a fight, vowing to put down his life to make sure of Gyr'sn survival. Now that's what Gyr would expect from his father, but not the father he was now. Mabye the father he was before would do, but not this father. The Anubi was also the ardan that gave Gyr'taan his bow and the quiver of arrows. They were both made by the Anubi ardan's hands. He was once a great archer among his people, but then he just left to explore the world, seeing the many cultures there were on the planet that gave life to many strange and odd creatures. The avians, insecta, reptilias, mammalians, everything that breathed air, ate food, and drank water. These things fascinated the Anubi and that's what made him leave his tribe. Seven years after leaving, he joined the gang, met Gyr, treated him well, and gave him his bow and his quiver. These were surely a great gift. Gyr remembered that there was a marking on the bow that was the Anubi sign of the archer on the silver part of the bow. Mabye the Anubi saw that he saw an archer in Gyr and gave him his weapon that had as his only companion for so long as a gift of perserverence and might. A truely great gift it was. Turnig back to the bruises, Gyr knew that his mind was wondering off to his "dream world" again. He was snapping himself out of it so he could turn his attention back to Ujjyf again. The snow that the Yki kept saying instead of ice seemed to be a remedy to the bruises, but among Ujjyf's people. The pendragons don't seem to treat the swellings with ice and let time do it's thing, but mabye that was some of te pendragons, not all of them. Gyr thought for a moment on the subject of ice. "Shet et Watani, Ujjyf. Tyna pym's ota eka sy sjaus shaej rjoetat. Shai qots las sena py es't shemd. Nuria E thyolp kujji tyna fesh na mazs sena ut u gjakuoseym" He said this to cheer Ujjyf up. Ujjyf seemed to being caring for Gyr. Gyr didn't know why, though. He thought that Ujjyf would just walk by like the others did, but no. He stayed and took care of him. Mabye Ujjyf was the answer to Gyr's prayer. Gyr needed an angel and Dymikca, the goddess of Love and Trust sent Ujjyf to be Gyr's angel. But was Gyr's prayer really answered? Ujjyf's fur started getting wet, and so was Gyr'taan's fur. Gyr didn't really care. He didn't sit up to shake the water of. He just sat on the crates watching the Yki shake the water off his black pelt, that Gyr found so beautiful when light was shone on it. It would shine more with it was wet. Gyr laughed with a Ujjyf about a warning before a storm. A storm? There wasn't a storm, according to Gyr's eyes. To him, it was just raining like it always does with no clouds in sight. "Falkyna sy Watani fhaja umishemd umifhaja fyolp huggam. E fyolpm's fyyji uryos sha juem, shyodh. Es fell tsyg thyjsli," Gyr spoke in Ramathian. He gave a little giggle when he finished the sentence, looking a Ujjyf to see if was also giggling with him at the concept of the rain. Afterall, Watani was a strange place to live in, but Gyr liked it here. He was used to the weather and the place where he lived. A small street it was, but the lived in a big house, almost like a manor. There was places that Gyr liked to go to to get away from the house, or from his parents. It was a secret place that Gyr only knew it was. The way Ujjyf looked to Gyr was, well, indescribeable. He looked good to Gyr's eyes, almost to perfect. Gyr soon then felt so warm inside, like his inside was repairing itself, but not on it's own, but with the Yki's help and support. Gyr was feeling strange inside. An odd feeling towards Ujjyf. He just couldn't understand what it was, but he might know what it was. Love. That's he could come up with. He started to love Ujjyf. Gyr was now showing a blushy face, but he doing his best to hide it. He wasn't sure what to do next, he just wasn't sure. Good lords, I think I have a crush on Ujjyf, is what he thought in his mind. OOC: Another long post. Wow, I'm good. :)
Ujjyf unconsciously curled in on himself, shivering every once and a while from the rain. One would think he'd be used to this by now; after all, he lived in the Ky'datduk Mountains, surrounded by snow. But this was different; uncomfortable. He could feel the wet, more so than the cold, and this wasn't something he could just wipe off his fur and get rid of. Glancing at Gyr, he saw him digging his claws into his own palms. Frowning, he reached out, as if to stop him, but thought better of it, instead listening to his words. U rutsujp... the words brought back painful memories. His silver eyes clouded as he stared off, remembering all the other niotis in his tribe. He'd seen the others throwing snow at each other, as a game; dumping it on their heads or smacking them in the back with it. Smiling, Ujjyf had picked some up and joined in, throwing it at his oldest sister. She'd laughed, turning to see who'd hit her. At the sight of him, she'd screamed, running to hide behind an older male nioti. They'd all pelted him with snow so hard it hurt; they packed ice in with it, yelling at him to go away. Ujjyf ground his teeth together, digging his claws into his legs and growling softly at the memory. He'd only wanted to play; she'd laughed until she'd seen him. He wasn't horrible; he just had a different fur color. It wasn't like he'd hurt her. He blinked as Gyr spoke again, looking up in confusion. "Yh. Fall..." He didn't really have anything he could say to that. If Gyr wanted to "let time do it's thing", it wasn't any of Ujjyf's business. Still... Gyr's bruises seemed a bit bad to just wait for them to heal. It was just to stop the pain and make the swelling go down, anyway. "E tsell shemc tmyf fyolp halg. Kum iyo tsump og, yj fulc?" He asked, assessing the damage again. His Kiom-Nushib would know what to do, he decided. Closing his eyes, he opened his mind, reaching out for the familiar connection even if it was a bit far away. He felt Gyr's mind right beside him; it seemed... broken. Reaching farther, he touched his Kiom's mind gently, feeling her instant awareness of him. "Iat, Ujjyf?" He smiled at her voice, making sure one tall ear was aimed at Gyr. &woys;Hyf py iyo haul rjoetat fesh my tmyf?&woys; He asked. &woys;Sena et em khujda yv shan sham, mys iyo. Jor sha notklat sy tsyg shan vjyn dassemd tsevv.&woys; She ordered, turning back to whatever she'd been doing before. Accepting the dismissal, Ujjyf tuned back into the alleyway, just in time to hear Gyr's comment. He laughed, shaking himself again and, in effect, splashing Gyr. "E hyga ty. E'll ra syy haubi sy nyba ev shet caagt og." ooc: *envies* :D
Gyr saw that Ujjyf was about to reach out to stop Gyr from digging his claws into his palm, but he stopped. Why? Then the Yki started acting wierd. He was digging his claws into his legs and was growling softly. He must have been thinking about something that was upsetting, or probably a past memory that wasn't a good one. Gyr had heaps of them, going back to the incident. Then Ujjyf started to speak "Oh. Well...I still think snow would help. Can you stand up, or walk?" is what he made out. Well if that's he thought, then that's him. "Fall, shus't iyo. E'n mys iyo. Iat E kum fulc. Ev E pepm's, E fyolpm's ra haja." "I hope so. I'll be too heavy to move if this keeps up." is what he heard next. Gyr was chuckling with Ujjyf's reply about the rain. When the Yki was shaking the water off, he splashed Gyr. Gyr was playfully giggle with what Ujjyf was doing. Pretty soon later, the rain stopped and the sun was showing itself unto the world. "Taa, sylp iyo es fell tsyg tyym." Gyr looked up at the sky to see the clouds clearing. The rain stopped and the world was returning to what it was doing.
Ujjyf raised an eyebrow at Gyr's reply, but said nothing, turning his gaze instead to the sky. As it cleared, he laughed, turning back to Gyr. "Fhus u tsjumda gluka iyo leba em. Ros sham, E kum's tui nokh. Ni hyna et tsjumda, syy." He climbed to his feet, looking around again quietly, wondering what they would do now. A strange feeling hit him and he tensed, his hackles rising as his tall ears swiveled atop his head, searching for any sound. The alley seemed...strange suddenly. Dangerous. Old protective instincts rose in him and he shifted slightly, spreading his wings just enough to hide Gyr from whatever was making him uncomfortable. Looking around, he saw two 'dragons exchanging envelopes. Sharp eyes watched them until both suddenly looked at him before scurrying away. He waited for long moments before he relaxed a little, his wings closing with a decisive snap. "E pym's leca es haja. Shaja uja syy numi thupyft fhaja amaneat nui hepa." Glancing at Gyr, he tilted his head, still in his agressive persona. "Et shaja u rjedhsaj gluka fa kum dy?" Looking around again uneasily, expecting to see eyes staring from every cubby hole made by crates.
"What a strange place you live in. But then, I can't say much. My home is strange, too." Though Watani was a strange place indeed, some people prefered strange than normal. Ujjyf was someone who prefered strange. Well, that was fine. The rain stopped like Gyr said it would, so there. "Fall, iauh, ros E leca es shus fui." Gyr'taan gazed up at the blue sky that was revealing itself. It looked like forever that he hadn't seen the sky. As Gyr turned his attention back to the yki, but he seemed to be becoming strange. He came close then started to look protective, looking at one end. Gyr looked too and saw two pendragons, exchanging goods and envelopes. When they saw Ujjyf and Gyr, they fled. Gyr knew what was going to happen. "Fa huba sy dy, myf. Shai'ja vjyn sha myjshajm dumd. Myf shai cmyf E'n haja, shai'll tamp em sha sjyygt. Iyo'ja embylbap, ty iyo'ja u sujdas syy. Las't dy ravyja shai das haja." Gyr got on his feet. He could feel the pain, but he had to ignore it. They had to move before the gang got here to kill them. Gyr started to walk, more limpy, turning to make sure that Ujjyf was following him. He just moved four inches in front, until a dark figure was at the end. Too late, they were here. Gyr looked to the back, there were more ganging up. He looked to the dark figure. "I suppose we were too late to get out?" The dark figure started to chuckle, then a laugh. <span style='color:red'>"Oh yes, Gyr'taan. You and your black friend are too late. You know, you two go good together. Haha, but you better spend this last moment together well because you won't be able to see the sunset."</span> He signaled the men at the back to get closer to trap them. By count, there was four. Gyr backed away from them, getting up close to the wall. He grabbed his bow and took an arrow out of the quiver and readied himself. "Hyga iyo'ja og vyj es," he said to Ujjyf.
Ujjyf watched the exchange between Gyr and the shadowed figure with narrowed eyes, his tail swishing back and forth angrily. He locked his gaze on the figure's eyes and suddenly went very still, his entire body tense and waiting. It was too late to escape. If he tried, he might make it, but he refused to leave Gyr to defend himself without help. He stopped all movement in his body; even his chest didn't rise and fall with his breath. Gyr backed against the wall, stringing his bow and speaking, but Ujjyf was too far gone to register what he'd said. He stood, frozen, all his senses focused on that one figure while the other four crept forward. He wasn't a fighter; perhaps if he'd been normal he'd have gotten some practice. But he was a hunter, and a damned good one according to his Kiom-Nushib. Baring his teeth and letting out a feral growl, he shifted just enough to block the four from Gyr, half tempted to spread his wings and block Gyr completely. He didn't like these people, and something in him balked at letting the injured 'dragon fight. It was like throwing a Kiom out into a snowstorm with nothing but their fur and claws to help them survive. It just... wasn't right.
Gyr readied his arrow, aiming for the dark figure which was in charge. He aimed, but didn't fire. He was using it was a warning to the gang, butit didn't seem to work. They still ganged up. Ujjyf seemed to back up, but he was half-covering Gyr from the gang that were approaching. He seemed to be protective when it came to the injured, or a family, or a friend. Gyr still readied himself to fir his arrow, but he wouldn't be able to fire because Ujjyf was in the way. There was one thing Gyr could do, but he would have to be careful of Ujjyf. He looked up, seeing if there were things he could jump up higher on. He looked at the leader then up again. "Tsui haja ump caag tsell," he whispered to Ujjyf. He turned and started to jump up the building, climbing quickly. When he was at a good height, he jumped off the wall and opened out his wings to be airbourne. Then he readied his arrow, and fire at the gang, making sure he wasn't hitting Ujjyf. He swiftly took an arrow and fired until he ran out. The dark figure was doing his best to evade the arrows, but he got one in the arm. He shrieked in pain before signaling the others to fall back. <span style='color:red'>"Retreat."</span> The men retreated after the arrow shower. Gyr drew in his wings and fell to the ground. Quick to act, he landed on his feet, regaining himself from the fall. He stood up and watched to gang members retreat before turning to face Ujjyf. He turned and said, "Shai'll kyna rukc, ump shaja fell ra nyja yv shan. Fa nots lauba."
Ujjyf felt slightly offended he hadn't gotten to protect Gyr. It had been the other way around, really, and the 'dragon was injured. He felt weak, or helpless, although the impressive archery display lightened his mood a bit. "Fhaja pep iyo laujm shus?" He asked once they were gone, shifting uncomfortably. Turning, he fixed the same intense gaze he'd given the dark figure on Gyr, re-evaluating his friend. Something soft and warm filled him as he stared at the 'dragon, but Gyr's words registered before he could figure it out. Turning to give one last sweeping glance to the alley, he made sure they weren't about to be ambushed before turning back to Gyr. "E pym's cmyf fhaja sy dy, ros es thyolp ra klyta ri. Iyo'll tsevvam og ev fa huba sy dy vuj." He gave his new friend a teasing grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Omlatt iyo fums na sy kujji iyo." Laughing, althoug not entirely opposed to the idea, he looked around them at the "battle field". Gyr's arrows littered the ground, the ones that had either been ripped out of wounds or missed entirely. Lifting one, he twirled it lightly around his fingers, waiting for Gyr to lead the way or answer the half-joking tease.
Gyr was feeling right after all that swift arm movements that h performed. His arm muscle ached, but the attack sure was able to scare the gang off. Luckily, he was able to wound one in the process. He turned to Ujjyf to make sure that he got him. Seeing no wounds, Gyr continued, "U vjeamp yv nema thyfap na." It was really the Anubi that was in the group. He showed Gyr the technique, and Gyr practiced to get it right. Ujjyf said that there was a place that he knew that wasn't too far away, but Gyr had to get back to his place. Gyr would've chosen Ujjyf's suggestion, but Gyr's place would be better because no one knows where it is. "My, E cmyf u gluka fa kum dy sy. Es't mys vuj ufui, qots leca u vaf nelat." A few miles would be a travel for him, but it wasn't too far for him to complain. Then an offer for a carry. Gyr laughed along. "My shus fym's ra makattuji." Gyr looked at one way of the alley, pointing that way as the way to go. Gyr started to walk off, turning to see the Ujjyf was following him.
Ujjyf gave a wolfish grin, following Gyr out of the alley. His mood, lightened by both the lack of people and the company of Gyr, darkened almost immediately as they stepped onto the street. He gave anyone who came anywhere near a harsh look, sending most skittering around them. Sure, he liked making friends, but that didn't mean he liked crowds. He quickly realized he probably wouldn't be able to keep up with Gyr in the havoc of the crowd on his own, especially since he didn't know the area, so he reached out to grab Gyr's wrist without thinking, shifting closer like a lost child. "E pym's leca kjyfpt." He said quietly, catching a sneering arden's eye and baring his teeth angrily. What was his problem?
It seems that whoever comes close to Gyr and Ujjyf, Ujjyf would try to scare them away. That was odd, although Ujjyf was obviously a Yki from an isolated tribe outside civilization, so seeing strange people would be uneasy. If Ujjyf wanted to, he would try to act like he's been a common visitor to Watani, but no. Ujjyf didn't want to act like he was from around here. "I don't like crowds." Well obviously. Ujjyf wasn't from around here, so crowds would be abit hard for him to get used to. The place where they were heading to is close now. All they had to do was to get by the crowd. Ujjyf came closer to Gyr, clinging on to him. "Fa'ja maujli shaja." Gyr then stopped before getting to an alley way that he had his place at. He looked straight ahead to see his father, looking around. Gyr, with Ujjyf clinging on him, back against, hiding himself from his father's sight. His father look in their direction, but saw nothing. Not lomg after, he walked off. Gyr peeked his head out to see if the coast was clear. No sight of his father, so Gyr came out and started to lead the way again.
He knew he could be a little less conspicious, growling at everyone who came near, but he couldn't help it. He was so used to 'dragons avoiding him at all costs, having them push and shove all around him was uncomfortable. Unconsciously shifting even close to Gyr, Ujjyf almost tried to hide behind the tall arden. His ears pricked at Gyr's words; nearly there. Silently thanking anything that might be listening, he followed, a bit surprised when Gyr stopped and hid. Following his line of sight, Ujjyf stared back at the arden ahead of them as he looked around. He was about to ask what was wrong when they started moving again. 'E'll utc lusaj.' He thought, the question already put out of his mind.
