Breaking My Rules Ain't an Option (Anita)

[OHANKO]

Silent footsteps made their way quickly through the dense greenery. Dark, cautious orbs surveyed the scene ahead and in all directions. Training made these eyes unable to miss anything. They could see the small movement as an ant scurried to pick it’s scavenge up, or as a tropical bird dived into the undergrowth to pluck for the ripe berries that lied there. The stone face was set straight matching the serious eyes, for he was hunting and distraction was nevertheless something he would never be. A strong, bronzed chest flattened against the rough bark of a tree as his arms wound lightly around his bow. That bow was his pride and joy for surely, he loved it with all his dear heart and soul. That bow was one of the last things he had not perished of his sister’s memory filling objects. An experienced hand drew the bow close, holding it to his square jaw; a feathery bow was already on place ready to kill. Ohanko was not one of torture or anger; hurt just always seemed to seep into his eyes. The man focused the arrow point to the heart of the unsuspecting bird; a little distaste burnt in his stomach at the thought of killing the creature. It was ridiculous of course; this excellent hunter hesitant about a prey but he needed it. On any other day, he would’ve focused for a more sinful creature; the forest was just too quiet today.

Finally, able to wait no longer; his hand released the string. Such a crafty pair of hands made the bow; no sound was released as it flew through the air. With such skill of his experienced eyes, the bow tip landed cleanly through the heart of the bird. Such a morsel of meat would help Ohanko’s appetite; even if it were only a little helpful. The same silent feet that hunted the animal moved carefully and picked it up. Blood oozed out of the bird’s chest and Ohanko sighed pushing it into his little sack. That was quite enough disappointments for one day and Ohanko chose to use his free time to ride. There was nothing better than riding a horse through the island, the experience to Ohanko; was like flying. The dark orbs once again went into it’s former mode, hunting. Except this time it searched not for a kill, but something much better. The damp surface of the ground was the fact that gave it away. Ohanko’s straight mouth curved into a rare smile as he thought of Savior. The creature was here. Savior was not like most of the island horses. She was wild, that much was sure, but she did not have a herd. Her only tie to a herd was her mother, who had died along with Ohanko’s sister. The tragedy had struck both of their hearts and somehow fate had managed to pair them together. Ohanko didn’t keep her stabled or trapped, he lived in his hut; she lived in the forests near it. Best friends, the two of them had a lot of fun over the years.

Smiles only lasted for seconds on his blunt face as he returned to his normal seriousness. Out of no surprise, a quiet knicker caught Ohanko’s sensitive ears. His head did not turn toward the sound, and the man waited till he felt the rough whiskers against his bare neck. Turning around slowly he felt his hand against the knowing nose; his only voice a sigh. The paint mare had absolutely no interest in him at the moment and nosed his body for a treat. ”Not today… Sorry Savior.” Ohanko’s voice held an apologetic note. The horse stopped her wild goose chase and turned her intelligent eyes to him. Having her attention finally, Ohanko nodded softly and petted her forehead. It had been a while since he had ridden, having to hunt mainly these days. Nevertheless, he had spare time and was not going to let it go easily. His hands stroked the oh so familiar back of Savior, warning her of his next move. Ears perked and eyes alert, she snorted but stood still for him. Hands grasping her dark mane, he pulled his body on with agility, almost like a dance. Ohanko’s heels reached well below her barrel and he bent his knees to give her a squeeze. The mare moved into a fast pace, and Ohanko let his hair fly and tumble along with the wind. The trees dashed pass them at fast speeds and his straight lips once again hinted a small smile.

OOC: Omg, this sucked... So sorry... :( Didn't want to make you wait sooo long though lol

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[ANITA GRACELAND]

Yes, she, queen of the concrete jungle, was lost. She'd been lost ever since that god forsaken storm had closed the door on her previous life. Anita had no reason to live anymore, stuck on this thick, tropical island in the middle of the ocean. No one would find her, find them. The brunette thought about the plural version, if there even was a them. She had not seen any sign of another human soul since she left the beach. There obviously had been debris and footprints on the beach, but she wasn't entirely sure that they were the remains of the shipwrecked beings.

Maybe she was close to them. Maybe she was traveling in a completely different direction. Either way, Anita no longer felt she had a purpose other then to keep putting one foot in front of the other and surviving. The already stocky, small woman had lost even more weight since she had arrived in her new life. She had no way of knowing how much, only the visible signs that her, now torn, jeans were getting larger and larger every day. Her stomach had adjusted to her predicament, no longer growling relentlessly for hours if she didn't have anything to eat for twelve hours or more. That was the other challenge Anita's new life provided for her, time keeping.

In New York, the sky-scraping buildings often blocked out any good angle to the sun, and now without a cell or a watch, Anita was learning to move with the bright yellow orb in the sky. She arose just before it did, and slept just before it disappeared across the horizon. Only once did she make the mistake of staying awake too long into the night. She didn't scare easily, but when she heard the monkeys scream at jungle cats, Anita couldn't sleep at all. She had no way to protect herself; a self defense move that may have kept her from being raped in New York did nothing for her if any creature came after her here. She chose instead to fall asleep early and die without fear should death show its ugly face.

Basing the time on when she had woken up this morning, the brown eyed, beauty decided it must be getting close to mid-morning or noon. Her stomach threatened to protest its hunger but chose not to, mostly in fear of Anita's fists that pounded into it ever time it did so. She needed to find something that looked edible soon; she hadn't eaten since yesterday, and that hadn't exactly agreed with her. Her slender fingers tightened around a branch that hung low enough for her to reach. She broke it off, leaving on end raged and as pointed as it could be without a knife. She didn't know what she would do with it quite yet; her steps had scared nearly all of the small mammals away long before she was within stick reach. She was deep enough into the jungle to maybe find a pond with fish, but with her spirits as down as they were, she doubted her luck. The plants around her looked nothing like lettuce and threatened another sick day like yesterday.

As she walked on, her stomach could take it no longer. The growl was not a loud one, but it was loud enough for Anita to hear. The fist that didn't hold her stick curled up and fired, hitting the internal organ square on as if to say, “Try it again. I dare you.”

“Shit.” She mumbled trying to hide any sounds of pain from herself. It wasn't exactly the best idea to beat herself up, but that was just how Anita dealt with things. She stumbled onward as she thought, moving as silently as possible.

ooc: mehhh. I'm no where near as good as you guys but THIS IS WHAT YOU GET xDDD <3

[OHANKO]

Heading through the emerald confines of the forest, the mare cantered on without delay. Ohanko's hands played delicately along her mane, finding comfort in its familiar texture and scent. It was a good feeling, one that lightened his usual moody self. He found himself for once actually enjoying his day. Nothing terrible or annoying had made its way over to fill his head so far so one a scale, today was great. His well bronzed, bare chest moved along with his body to the move of Savior. Ohanko could ride with grace as well as softness. Savior was not just a typical domestic pet to the boy, she was his savior and quite like a sister. Though a horse, the creature was quite intelligent for species. Her eyes looked levelly at the trees ahead taking exact care of which spots to run toward. It had always amazed Ohanko on how horses could manage to run at full speed and never hit a thing. Collision sure was at thing that not even he, a very athletic being, could avoid. Savior, on the other hand, could easily turn corners and twist through spaces like she was a rubber band. It was interesting to other villagers, even concerning, when Ohanko relied on her for comfort. Of course time fixed this, and it soon gave him a title as the "horse boy". Not that Ohanko gave a shit, he did not even notice at the time.

Too hurt from death, he didn't even react to anyone's words. "It'll be okay... You'll be okay." Those words of all things, were poison to his ears. The words were never true, never would it be okay. Change ruined everything and that made Ohanko feel a very evil feeling; Ohanko felt fear. Shaking his head hard, Ohanko gripped Saviors mane and shook his head. Thoughts, always messed up his days. Perhaps there could be an off switch for them? Oh how he wished one day to be free of them, constantly pounding inside his head. The normal line of his mouth moved slightly down in a crooked frown as he shook his head. Self annoyance was a usual thing on the man's daily agenda. Sensing his discomfort, Savior snorted and stopped with a sudden surprise. It was big enough surprise to nearly unsettle Ohanko's skilled balance. Despite this fact, he smiled and patted her neck. "I'm sorry, I can't help but think. It's something that constantly pounds my head..." Savior, of course completely didn't understand his words but she knew what he felt. That special spot of perceptiveness that horses had to tell what you were feeling sent signals at her constantly. Ears flickering back and forth, her brown eyes managed to shoot a look of concern. Like man, like horse; the two could always understand each other. Unrealistic as that fact was, not everyone found someone so similar in situation as them. Like Ohanko, Savior had been found lost, weak and sad. The two found that they were not so different after all and shared that connection between them.

Moments like these did not last long, and as Ohanko collected himself up again; Savior stopped once again. Though unlike the former time, her body grew tense and her nostrils flamed. Immediately, a reaction that could only be achieved with experience, Ohanko had his bow out and a arrow in position in less than a few seconds. "Shit." The word obviously was a show of pain or grief, and the man wondered what this new person wanted. His body tumbled silently off Savior and he moved into the trees. The darkness of the tree ate his body up as his eyes strained to see. Savior, turned immediately and disappeared into the forest. Worry did not befall him for the mare never went far. Ohanko stared as a women, definitely a female creature and a pretty one at that stumbled through. Her movement obviously showed attempted silence though that was not what was fact. The sight sent a shiver of fear, thus making him angry that this pathetic thing had made him feel such a feeling. She was not from this island for sure, he knew that much. Perhaps she was from the birds, the ones with sails and wooden legs. Either which way, Ohanko fought the urge to go and drag her back to the village, but he couldn't just let her roam around...

Finally, still holding his bow, Ohanko revealed himself moving silently right in front of her. Noticing her state, torn weird clothes, messy hair told him she wasn't in the best condition. This fact did not make him feel sympathy for her though. She was a stranger, a change, a thing that he nearly feared, an enemy. He kept his bow down but his eyes were hard and showed no emotion. He did not move near her, nor did he speak until he was done examining her. Brown eyes, and soft looking skin, where on earth did this girl come from? Ohanko mentally shook the thought out of his mind, and focused his attention on appearing intimidating and dangerous. Which he was sure he could be. A scary step, brought him closer to her and his strong looking chest gleamed in the sun. The long hair was tied into a quick looking bun thing with sinew. At the moment, he was on the edge. Ohanko never did anything without thinking and when he did, he was usually quite impulsive. Even more, Ohanko was more terrified of what he would do than the change. He was running without a plan and on impulse now and it was too late to disappear back into the forest. Finally, his lips made a small movement letting out quiet but meaningful words, "Well. You look new." Questions filed his head, but he knew if he asked, he would look helpless. Eyes trained hard against her heart shaped face as he gave her an intimidating stare.

OOC: Hope it's okay. ^^

[ANITA GRACELAND]

Staring down the barrel of a gun is frightening. The men that usually find themselves behind that gun are quite intimidating too. An arrow aimed at your heart is frightening. A native born man who very well may own the land you're stepping upon is rather intimidating too. But as the bronzed man silently stepped out from behind a tree, Anita found herself more in awe then anything.

Her mouth was held shut by her beautifully strong jawline, but her eyes were wide with an inevitable fear that coursed through her rigid body. Roots and snakes were no longer her worries. The man before her was far more dangerous then they ever would be. The long legged, red head dared not to move found her limbs begging her to do the opposite. She wanted to run; she wanted to touch him. But the pointed arrow at the end of his aim kept her motionless.

The battle of their eyes seemed to go on for hours, although in reality, it lasted no more then a minuet. Anita wondered if he had ever seen someone as pale as she, or with quite so little hair. She wondered if he spoke a far off romanticized language, or if she had shipwrecked off the coast of Hawaii and he would be calling her "Miss" in a few moments. She desperately wanted to speak to him, but still she stayed put, silent and stationary to her place on the earth.

Well. You look new. Her mouth threatened to drop. His bow was no at his side, no longer threatening her life. His eyes, although still threatening, glistened with the same curiosity that plagued her own eyes. He spoke english. She nearly slapped him across the face, a customary thing she had done to impossible men in New York, but she held herself still, eyeing the bow that he still held.

I could say the same to you. She managed to breath, keeping her poker face still. Now, with his threats aside, she realized that stamina and whit would allow her to win this battle. If she stayed true to the fighter inside her, she would live. Finally her lungs returned to filling with their normal capacity and her head became less heavy.

ooc: I am sooooo sorry it took so long. My muse is suck-ish right now. Hope this is okay.

[OHANKO]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/2dhtbon.gif] speak-speak-speak thoughts-thoughts-thoughts them-them-them The bow held it's gaze directly at the graceful looking creature in front of it. The man's eyes though, searched elsewhere, wandering around her figure with deep curiosity. Her skin blew hidden surprise to him with it's pale color. He watched her intently, the hard gaze going down just a little. Ohanko's dark orbs never missed a spot. Unlike most the natives, the women's bone structure was thin and fragile looking. It made him feel like she was delicate, so delicate, that if he lay his rough hands against her soft skin, her bones would snap. Looking at her, even with the wounds, only one word came to his mind, beautiful. Like a slap to the face, that word hit him, immediately his eyes returned to their hardness. As a spiritual man, Ohanko did not like to lie to himself. Realization hit his mind as he decided it was okay to think she was beautiful. He was after all a young man, an experienced one at that, and knew true beauty when he saw it. This though was not the time to take pleasure in true beauty. Bronzed chest leaning forward in a menacing manner, Ohanko finally let a few words out, ”Well. You look new.” The girl’s stance obviously signaled fear and for a moment, reminded Ohanko of a terrified trapped animal. This thought however did not faze him one bit, no sympathy grew or pity. Ohanko did not pity strangers or things he feared. Her mouth, he realized stayed firmly shut, and he could imagine her teeth clenching together as to not scream. His eyes met hers with a hard glaze, drowning in the satisfaction that this creature that he feared, feared him. They were wide and scared, exactly like a animal caught and helpless. The look reminded him deeply of Savior, which immediately, his expression changed before he could control it. Eyes no longer dangerous and scary, he merely just looked at her, softly and inquisitively before going back hard. He had nearly lost his scary demeanor. That would not happen again, Ohanko firmly thought. As the sun’s rays soaked through the forest’s cracks, he noticed her hair. The girl’s hair had to be the most intriguing of all her features. Red in color, it looked like fire, something powerful and wild. The forbidden word worked its way into his head again, beautiful. A moment passed while he studied her hair. His eyes, now soft and filled with awe, looked at the girl’s hair in the sunlight. Finally the girl spoke, a hint of fierceness and strength behind her words, ”I could say the same to you.” At the sound of her voice, Ohanko tensed, his eyes going hard once again. His bow stayed down though, he could easily see that she was not a harmful threat. The words registered in his mind slowly and when they did, Ohanko smirked in order to hide the amusement he felt. Was this woman challenging him to a wit test? Even with her pitiful state? Still, he had to give her a little credit of trying to be the dominant one. For she was quite lucky she had met him instead of some of his less patient co tribe members. He mused for a moment thinking about her words, and a way to answer them. Holding his gaze, his voice was nearly a whisper ”I suppose so.” Ohanko looked down, then back at her fighting his urge to interrogate her. Perhaps it was okay to at least ask her what she was doing around these parts, ”Who are you?” The question popped out of his head and formed solid words, he couldn’t control his curiosity any longer. Ohanko had a good feeling the girl came from the birds. Her clothes were a different type of material altogether, one that he had never seen. Judging by their state, her clothes were not made of tough material. If there was ever a possibility of her staying here, Ohanko figured she would barely last a month. Always the true maker of plans, Ohanko didn’t even consider the thought of helping her. I’ll just get answers out of her and drag her back to the village… Even he knew he was lying to himself. The girl reminded him of his sister, something that he would always have a soft side for. Deep down in his soul, Ohanko figured he would have to help her sooner or later. Otherwise he’d be tossing and turning for months. His mind went on little red alerts as he realized he had no plan once again. There was nothing more worse or frustrating than having no plan, and this girl was messing with his mind. Ohanko’s eyes held their furious glare once again and he moved closer to her. The boy got satisfaction, feeling her fear radiate of her. Brown orbs looking down at her now, he waited for her to speak. Words: 823 Words Muse: Not my best... Notes: New Table <3 Tagged: Anita

[ANITA GRACELAND]

His question was answered by silence. Anita couldn't tell if she had made a mistake by being herself. She new that it was in her nature to be dominant, to take control, but this man was a native here and she was not. Had she angered him? Had she merely made him laugh to himself at her pitiful attempt to be brave in this strange land. Either way, Anita would go out with a fight. If this man intended to kill her, she would die fighting and she would cause as much injury to him as she could. At the other end of the spectrum, Anita was fully willing to cooperate if this native chose to be friendly. She wasn't about to refuse an offer of food or sleep. That was if the food and sleep were trusted to be safe.

Anita watched as the bronzed chest approached her at eye level. He stood over her, looking down with equally brown eyes. They were speaking the same, hard language, and he expected an answer. She didn't stand down, but she took her time finding the right words, just as he had moments before. “Who are you” could mean anything, couldn't it? What is your name? or Why are you here? Not to mention, Where are you from? She continued her silence as she thought.

She could smell him now. A thick musty smell of a man, a strong native man who was obviously living off the land. Still with his strong smell, Anita couldn't help but worry that he smelled better then she did, or at least he looked a lot better then she. Don't go taking stabs now, dimwit. He's got the power to knock you out. I'm Anita. She kept her thoughts short and sweet. There would be no excessive information sharing in this relationship, at least not yet. I'm from New York, not that you would know where that is. The later of this thought was whispered under her breath as she took a chance on fate, her patients with life growing thin. And I don't suppose I've ever been her, uh, didn't catch your name. Her voice stretched and she felt like crossing her arms in front of her chest, but the man was standing to close for her to move much more then an eyelid to blink.

Her frustration showed openly now, Anita waited for the man to give her space. She wanted and answer, a name, as well but she knew that if he didn't back away soon she would move for him. Her feet were getting cold as they remained still on the bare, damp ground. Do something.

ooc: mehhhh

[OHANKO]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/2dhtbon.gif] speak-speak-speak thoughts-thoughts-thoughts them-them-them The bronze colored man was generally not that sadistic in nature. He did not find pleasure in seeing others get hurt, or be scared. Protective by nature and soft inside however did not mean he would lower his barriers to a girl. Especially a stranger. As the man stood tall nearly touching the being in front of him, a dozen or so thoughts whizzed into usually controlled mind. He did not speak to much and the girl would’ve have been no exception. But she was a stranger. She was a piece of change in Ohanko’s life. Ohanko hated change; he hated it more than anything else in the world. After having witnessed so many changes, from life to death and friends to enemies; the man was not a big fan of acceptance. In his hatred for change, including the girl, a spark of curiosity shined through the thunder clouds in his heart. Ohanko had never seen this light, weak creature before. The fact that he hadn’t drove him a bit more out of his safe mind control. He liked to be in the know, to have the knowledge of went on within him. Deep down inside, no matter how frail the women’s appearance was, Ohanko also had a spark of fear in him. Because of the piece of ridiculous fear, came a piece of ridiculous anger. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry at the girl however, no; Ohanko was more furious at himself. Why was he, a muscular man with experience in the art of hunting be afraid of another human? If that was even the worst part, this human, was a women. There were three different appearances to Ohanko’s eyes. There was of course the hard look he had for the women now, where his eyes looked like hard coal about to smash into ones face. Then there was the deep, endless pool of warm, brown liquid eyes. Those eyes were never shown to anyone. Ever. Except for Savior, for the creature knew him way to well. The liquid brown eyes were the magnifying glass to his soul, if you looked through them, you would see all the real emotions behind Ohanko’s usual emotionless face. Finally there were the curious eyes, the ones that made his mind churn out opinions and thoughts on little interesting things the man found from living on an island. Ohanko loved the island, he loved the smell, the breeze. He loved everything about it and there was no way in hell he was going to let this women do anything to it. What if she wanted nothing to do with it? Why was she here? came the responsive thoughts to his earlier attack mode. Perhaps she was here by accident? The thoughts erupted into his mind like a storm; the curiosity surrounding his brain in a choke like hold. Ohanko had a sudden urge to shake her and make her respond to his question. He had to know what she was here for. Why she had come and where she had come from, and the most important one, what was she going to do on the island? Impatience, a very rare emotion for the man, itched at him. ” I'm Anita.” Ohanko’s eyes lit up at the sound of a potential answer. Anita. Ohanko rolled the name over in his mind wondering why they had such queer names from where she was from. Word had spread that these weird named people kept coming onto the shore, though he never believed it, let alone meet them. With a slight nod, he signaled that he had acknowledged her answer and waited for more. With delight, Anita answered more, ”I'm from New York, not that you would know where that is.” Another wave of amusement hit him as she nearly whispered the last part. Smirking again, he was at the risk of smiling. Ohanko was already starting to figure out her personality a bit. He doubted there would be any comment from Anita without a little sassy part. ” And I don't suppose I've ever been here, uh, didn't catch your name.” He nodded in agreement, if she had been here before, Ohanko would’ve have remembered. Again at the last part, Ohanko made up his mind he would tell her his name. After all, what was the most she could do with it? His soft and at the same time deep voice, cut through the sounds of the forest, ”My name is Ohanko, and no I have never heard of this far away village, New York. It does sound interesting though.” The sentence he had produced had probably the longest train of thought out loud he had for the past few years or so. He watched in more amusement now showing openly in his eyes as the frustration covered the Anita’s face. As the man’s main purpose in life was not to make other’s uncomfortable, Ohanko let out a near silent sigh before stepping back away from her. He had more questions however and if anything, they were going to get answered. Keeping his tough face on, Ohanko looked down into Anita’s eyes. Surprise hit him like a bullet. Her eyes matched the same colors as his. Maybe she wasn’t as alien as he had thought. ”Why have you come here? And why are you in this condition?” Ohanko was done trying to hide his curiosity, he wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Words: 908 Words Muse: Pretty Good! Notes: xD Sorry it's rambling haha Tagged: Anita

[ANITA GRACELAND]

Anita watched his lips as he responded. Ohanko. She thought silently, whispering the words in her mind. It was very "native american", or so she thought as a native of the so very wild New York. She felt him pull away from her when he was finished speaking, her body nearly leaning into his movement. Anita caught herself as one of her hands lifted slightly from her side.

What the hell, her brain exclaimed with great force. Get a grip before you completely lose control. She watched his hands now, which no longer were aimed at her heart. They were tan, and hard, obviously worked over from however long he'd been here. She felt her own hands, hanging silently at her sides. Usually they were flailing about to explain something, or holding each other to prevent the awkwardness of where exactly to place them during a conversation; but now Anita's hands hung steadily and silently.

She analyzed herself as she analyzed him. Sizing each other up, so to speak. The mouth threatened a smile, but she held back not wanting it to be seen. Her brown eyes moved up from his hands, across his chest, and to his face. His jawline was particularly exciting to her. Its sharpness was perfect and had always been something that drew her to a person, look wise. She compared it to her own sharp jaw and was pleased that she wasn't too far behind his beauty.

His black hair was not an envy of Anita's. Her mother had had black hair nearly as long as his. Anita's thoughts floated back to the woman and the memories of growing up with her. His hair wasn't particularly fancy, and she quickly skipped over it.

Eye's landed on eyes, and brown met brown once again as she finished her process. I didn't chose to come here. She took a breath. I was on this ship. Her arms pushed her hands into action. He must know what a boat is. Her hands tried to make out what she was saying. And the storm, It took the boat down. Awkwardly they tried to make out rain and a crashing ship. She watched herself become a fool. And, well, that's another reason why I look this way. She didn't quite point at herself, but the gesture was clear enough.

Finally a smile took over her face for a brief moment. It was gone as quickly as it came, and she wasn't sure if he even saw it. Oh god.

ooc: what a goof..

[OHANKO]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/2dhtbon.gif] speak-speak-speak thoughts-thoughts-thoughts them-them-them Eyes trained on Anita, Ohanko studied her expression. The dark orbs missed nothing, even the slightest movement of the women’s body as he pulled back. Nearly raising his eyebrows, it was nearly like catching her emotions in the palm of his hand. Fear, curiosity and something else. He could tell the obvious, though not everything. A bit frustrated in his lack of perceptiveness, her curiosity was flowing through his own veins. It was interesting to see her expression as she thought about his name, and Ohanko wondered if his name was as weird to her as hers was to him. Of course it was. This women came from a different world, and now she was in his. Helpless and scared, Ohanko felt the faint feeling of sadness for her. Ohanko immediately caught himself; there would be no thinking about these poor people that invaded his lands with their weak, loud bodies. As generally a quiet a person, a thinker, Ohanko had many thoughts that surrounded his head nonstop. Time to time, these thoughts got quite annoying, and at the moment, he was seriously considering just turning around and pretending this new change in his homeland didn’t exist. The possibly of him doing that however was a very low percentage. Experience in life, as well as suffering many consequences of life had taught him to face his stress creating objects or people as fast as he could. The faster he did, the faster they would be gone. He doubted that this girl would suddenly be gone; after all, she was human being. Unless he killed her, which even the native man could not do. How much that would ruin his honor, creating enemies with weak beings that could easily be defeated. Only a coward of a man would do such a thing, which Ohanko was extremely sure he was not. Such these were the thoughts that were roaming his mind, though truthfully he really didn’t know why he wasn’t throwing the young women over his shoulder and taking her to the tribe grounds. The man nearly expressed a wince however at the thought of such, what would they do to her? He did not know, though he knew it would not be beneficial to Anita. Hard chest turned toward her, he pushed his attention back to her. Ohanko’s eyes watched her own travel from his hands, across his chest and to his head. Immediately, the man felt a feeling he had never did before. Ohanko was not one to be called that self conscious. Sure he made an effort to make himself presentable, but not to the extremes. His hair was tied back at the moment, in a messy bun thing that hung down onto his neck. Hair had escaped out of it and played softly against his ears. His thoughts were interrupted abruptly as she finally answered his long questions, bringing a feeling of ease to him. As Anita looked into his brown eyes with her own, Ohanko met it with not a stare but a curious look. If he had tilted his head, the man might’ve had even resembled a puppy. He watched as she took a deep breath before talking, the seconds seeming to last hours. ” I didn't chose to come here.” That changed a lot. A look of surprise mixed in with his face as he waited for her to continue. Anita took another breath and went on, ” I was on this ship.” Ohanko’s face now changed into a quick look of confusion and it took him a minute to get in composed once again. The man watched with a hint of amusement as she attempted to produce what a ship was. ” And the storm, it took the boat down.” Ohanko nodded understanding slightly what she was talking about, but what got him was what she was doing in a boat during a storm. Even the dumb ones in the forest knew not to do that unless they were trying to commit suicide! Her arm motions however were winning him over and finally his tough guy mask cracked. As she showed him through her arm moments, Ohanko started a chuckle. A low and heartfelt one bubbled out of his mouth; as well as embarrassment. What had happened to his no emotion? Ohanko had never lost control after his sister died; only a few people in his tribe had ever been so lucky to even see a smile emerge from him. He nodded at her last statement and finally managed to compose his face, though his eyes now shined. ”I see.” His curiosity returned as the man processed her words into his head. Ohanko finally let out a sigh, ”Well. In that condition, you won’t survive much longer. There’s a stream not far from here, you’ll need to clean up your cuts.” Ohanko said nearly silent, realizing he was dead if they found he was helping a stranger. Brown orbs once again looking at her, Ohanko waited for her response. Words: 835 Words Muse: Okayish Notes: LOL He's being nice haha Tagged: Anita