Curious hunter....

[DivineDarkness]

Nadia\'s finger clenched tighter on the smooth length of the stick within her hands, the sharp-edged knife tied to the top to make a good-enough spear was pointed in front of her. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as Nadia\'s usual soft, calm eyes watched with the sharpness of a predator on the tensed wild boar walking slowly along. She hid herself behind the dense bushes, her eyes intent as the animal neared a particular spot on the ground that was covered with a splay of grass and leaves that made the hole disappear into the pattern of the jungle floor. Just a little bit further.....

Her tightly bundled hair, brushed along the back of her neck from her ponytail as she took a slow step forward. Those little hooves moved even closer. An inch...Nadia froze when the creature seemed to hesitate, which was never good. The pig bent down, tusks brushing along the grass and sniffed hesitantly.

Come....Come...

Then the boar pulled it\'s big nose up and took that final step forward, to fall to it\'s death. Nadia heard it let out a squeal of pain as its body landed on the spiked within the depths of the pit. She slowly came out of the brush, long limbs moving elegantly and cautiously before she reached the hole. Nadia closed her eyes and prayed for the spirit of the animal and thanking it for all it would help.

Nadia had been hunting with some of her tribesmen, or rather she had sneaked out to hunt with them. They were close by so she was sure they would find the prey in a matter of minutes. She quickly placed the camouflage back over the hole before standing straight and walking along the trail she knew would lead to a semi-clearing. Her nose perked as she caught the sent of smoke. An odd smelling smoke it was. She glanced around in curiosity, from side to side, spear in hand. A tangy smelling smoke. Not tangy like food....just sharp.

She was curious to know.

[Reaver]

In a daze, Johann was hardly aware of what he was doing. He had managed a shallow grave for the man he had been giving a tour to, marking it with a wide stone. He had no idea where he was, and his equipment was dead. He couldn\'t even figure out where the wires had begun to melt together, everything was ruined. The crash only scattered the wreck. He was quite effectively lost before their altitude began to fail.

A rough bandage had slowed the bleeding from his side, and with his old shirt serving to bind various other wounds, he looked much the part he imagined he should. Just like any tv show spawned as a survival movie or some such hour-wasting thing. He never expected them to be accurate. Right down to the spooky jungle and the strange, disquieting silence that followed any crash.

He would have prefered the wailing of the electronics dieing, and the plane giving as the trees mangled it. He would have prefered the screaming of his customer, or the deafening roar of the wind ripping past the exposed, vital insides of his latest investment.

The silence was profound. It sent chills through his spine. It made him uncomfortably aware of the sweat and blood running down his brow and arms. Made him aware of how his shirt was already plastered to his back with sweat. Made his wounds itch and his heart quicken.

He wanted to shout, but was afraid that something would shout back. That the jungle would find a voice of its own. So he finished packing his things and sat down, waiting for the sounds of the jungle to return. If he even heard a bird chirp, perhaps his heart would settle and his stomach would drop from his throat.

[DivineDarkness]

With her nose pulled up, and her tongue lashing out so she can taste the surge in the air, she moved gracefully slow. It was sharp. Like a....zing! Nadia believed that was the correct sound for the smell. Zing~ She tried to follow the smell but it didn\'t take much work to track it considering the animals that had been dashing away from the direction she was going. She bent her knees, falling down into a crouch that had her cloth that was draped on her hips, brushing against the jungle floor. She crawled, sneaked, and investigated at a good pace, always being a fast person when she needed to be.

As she moved closer to the wreck site, the smell became more profound and caused her to let a long shiver travel her form. She didn\'t like that smell. Not at all. Nadia scrunched her nose up but did not stop as she reached the edge of the siting. She saw a gleam of something shiny. She glanced around cautiously before peeking out from behind the tree she had been pressed against. What was it? She was still crouched on the ground and moved with a sensual kind of grace as she pressed forward to examine. The metal looked like it had been apart of something much bigger, it appearing ripped or torn. She observed the piece of metal and she slowly began to notice it reminded her much of the rock on her spear. Nadia nodded, deciding it was some different kind of rock but a rock nonetheless.

She reluctantly continued pass it, deciding she would return so she could retrieve and display it to the rest of her village. Nadia set-green eyes peered from behind her black bangs, cautiously before she caught a sight of motion. She crouched down more and gripped her spear in both her hands, the rock at the top pointed forward for any attack. It was against her better judgment but her curiosity and instincts ended up getting to her.

As she approached soundlessly, still crouched, she finally caught sight of what had caused the previous motion. A man. The man had long, strands of brown hair that near brushed his shoulders, which from what she could see, were slightly exposed. His cloth was all ripped. That caught her attention. Had he been attacked? She looked at the small spots along his shoulders in curiosity, making her move a bit closer. She couldn\'t see his face very well, since he had his back faced to her.

She twisted slightly so she could try to see him a bit more clearly and caught the sight of crimson-damped piece of cloths wrapped on him. Was he injured? Had he really been attacked? Nadia felt a bit of pity for the unknown man though she was very wary of him. He could be a man from one of the other tribes but from his odd clothing, it didn\'t seem like that. All the other tribes were proud of their clan and wore their clan\'s clothing respectively. But if he wasn\'t from one of the tribes then where did he come from? Was there another tribe that they had not encountered that?

She deemed that impossible. Her clan knew the islands very well. Maybe it was one of those....wreckers....that\'s what her father had called them. People that came from far away that didn\'t speak their language or customs. Well, whatever he was it didn\'t matter. He was injured and though she didn\'t trust the other, she would help. She moved forward until her spear could touch his back. Nadia poked him hard from behind before reeling back, baring her weapon.

[Reaver]

Stunned, Johann turned, stumbled back and fell, cursing in every language he could think of. Who the hell sneaks up on a guy like that? Looking about for a weapon to rival the girl\'s spear, he kept up his cursing until he managed to get a hand around a stout branch. Not an ideal weapon. But hell, she must be some sort of native. Uncultured, maybe she\'d be scared off by the strange sky god waving a stick around.

Or, she was intelligent, or merely of a different mind-set, and would simply kill him.

He wasn\'t sure which he preffered. If she left, or simply did nothing, than he was still stranded who-knows where, bleeding, and likely the only one capable of speaking English. If she killed him, then he\'d be dead. Dead people had much less to worry about, life being out of the way and all.

Still on the ground, he managed to get into a sitting position and inspect his wounds out of the corner of his eye, stick held out infront of him.

[DivineDarkness]

Nadia\'s lashes fluttered as she blinked several times as he stumble around for something, words falling from his mouth that she couldn\'t understand. Though she knew the words were not anything to hold dear to her but it was very fascinating to try out on her own tongue. She narrowed her eyes when he picked up a stick and pointed at her and she beared her teeth at the obvious threat. Still crouched, she began to move to the side, slowly starting a circle around him as her eyes ran over his form.

He was injured and he didn\'t have much of a good weapon. Perhaps she could try to communicate with him? It was like trying to talk to a child. She pursed her lips before moving her tongue around a bit in her mouth, flexing the soft muscle. "...a..mit..." She paused, not satisfied with her own way of saying it. The man had said so many words before and it had been hard to pick one from the cursing he had spewed. Though she hardly knew that she was struggling to say a swear word.

"Damet....Damit....." Her eyes shined with curiosity before she officially gave or rather she would resume her struggle later on. She gestured her stick to his bloody bandages, followed by a gentle, coaxing inquiry about the injuries in her language, the exotic broque leaving her lips.

Removing one hand from her spear, she dropped it to the bag that was tied to her waist slowly. Then she quickly waved her spear to his injuries once more.

[Reaver]

Johann blinked, having to stop himself from correcting her speech. Although, what harm could come from teaching a native swears? Not like she knew what they were. He was at a loss about her language. He didn\'t dare try any of her words, but got the general meaning behind her gestures. He set the stick down next to him, it wouldn\'t be that bad of a walking stick, and sat up.

"Well, pleasure to meet you. I\'d ask you for a light, but I\'m afraid one of us is out of cigars." He said enthusiastically, relieved that he wouldn\'t be scalped and cooked over a fire. Yet. "Don\'t suppose you know what those are, do you?"

With a grin, he pointed at himself, "Johann." Then, to make sure she understood that he was naming things, and curious if they had any similar words, he pointed to various objects, naming them. Then, he turned his gaze to Nadia and waited expectantly.

No harm in knowing a gal\'s name if she was going to tend his wounds. He might even get to find out if there was anyone around that could speak English. It might not be an entirely secluded island, there might have been interraction from the mainlands at some point.

[DivineDarkness]

She thought it was overly fascinating as he pointed things and saying words which she began to notice was the name of things from his homeland. Some of the words were not that different from hers. Nadia couldn\'t help but her lips up in an amused smile before slowly placing her spear down, "J...Johaynnneee..." She tried the name out, drawling it out more then she should have. Nadia crept up closer to him, still in her crouched position with her fingers pressing against the ground, still wary of him.

Nadia slowly grabbed his hand and placed it over cheek, "Nadialea." She said with another gentle smile before she glanced down at the bloodied bandages. Her brows furrowed before her hand released his, allowing it to stay there if he wanted it to. She kept from touching the bloody parts of the cloth and instead touched around the area.

She glanced up at him questioningly.

[Reaver]

"Nadialea." That was a name he could struggle through. He had half expected a long five or six word name that put his tongue in knots. He didn\'t keep his hand where she put it, he was half embarrassed by it all. Not that it was a bad place, he could certainly think of stranger and more interesting places to put his hand, but it seemed somehow, out of place. It seemed disrespectful to keep his hand like that anyways.

After Nadia\'s continued gestures towards his wounds, he grimaced and pulled the bandage aside, loosening the knots with a good \'ol knife. The wounds weren\'t too serious. They\'d be sore for a time and he\'d be in trouble if he bleeding didn\'t stop. He\'d stitch them up if he had anything to do it with. He was curious about what the girl might do, though. Island natives were typically confined to their own cultures and tended to develop medicines differently.

For all he knew, although he knew it was too much to ask for, they could have come up with a miracle cure in the form of a warm brandy. Second to that, he\'d take a normal, warm brandy.

[DivineDarkness]

Nadia eyes grazed along his injury before she pursed her lips and she gently pulled the arm closer. She bent down and blew her breath gently over the injury and closing her eyes, sending a pleading prayer to her animal spirit on trying to protect this man\'s body. She then opened her eyes once more and pulled a bottle from her waist and her bag. She pulled the cork from the bottle with her teeth before pouring the cool water over his wound then lifting it towards him in an offer that he might be thirsty. She tried one of the words he had said..."...w\'ter..."

[Reaver]

Johann scrunched his nose and scowled. He had been hoping for brandy, or rum, or beer, or wine, or vodka, or something to take the edge off. "Thank you." He only took a quick sip, then a longer one to quench his thirst. He didn\'t want to drink too quickly, not after what his body had been through, but didn\'t want to drop from dehydration either.

So Johann held the water out for Nadia to take back and then sat in silence, watching her. He still wasn\'t sure how much he could trust her, but she seemed friendly enough and certainly wasn\'t a poor sight for his eyes.

"You live around here?" He scratched his chin trying to figure out the symbols for such a strange phrase (it seemed natural in his own language, but seemed absurd asking an obvious native that) so he pointed towards Nadia, then the water, the trees above them, and then waited to see if she understood any of that. It would be easier if he knew a better way to say home.

[DivineDarkness]

Her lips pulled up into an amused smile when he scrunched his nose up and took a gulp of the water. He was a strange man, she had to admit. Nadia silently took the water back from him and corked it shut. She quickly went to the problem at hand which was the injuries that the man had. Nothing too serious. She had seen far worse. To the men of her village, these were nothing but scratches. But she didn\'t know about this man. His skin was very soft and his body didn\'t have many scars like the men of her tribe did. It was strange. She decided to not delve in too deep and began to pull out a small bowl, as big as her thumb. It was covered with a cloth which she took off.

Slipping a finger in the soft, moist contents, she lifted a small dollop of it and began to rub it along his wounds. She did this as she lifted her eyes up to watch him once again try to communicate with her. Nadia stared at him for quite a while before laughing lightly at him. She had a much more easier way of communicating. She reached over with her empty hand and grabbed her spear up. She gestured that he take it then gestured towards the sand. Draw, Draw!