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Post by Idina Doc on Jul 23, 2014 14:25:20 GMT -6
The shrill sound of metal flying through the air stung at Idina's ears. She could only guess that the elf had thrown one of his weapons at the beast. The word "Catch!" reached her ears only a split second before the blade hit the ground, leaving just enough time for her to stop in her tracks before it came down; one more step forward, and none of the healing magic in the world would have been able to help her.
The sword connected with the ground ahead of her, more on her right side than her left, and sticking up at an angle that would resist a little when she grabbed the hilt. Working on instinct, she ran up beside the weapon, reached for it with one hand, and tried to pull it out of the ground while running. A sharp pain shot up her arm, and the sword remained in the ground, forcing her to move backwards again. The beast was catching up, closing in fast, she had to hurry...
Time slowed down, and her ears filled with noise.
The Healer grabbed the sword with both hands and pulled as hard as she could. This time, the weapon gave into her wishes much easier; she clumsily spun on her heels, the excess energy she'd expended needing to go somewhere. As she did so, the ever-approaching wyvren had almost caught up to her, but the swing of the sword caught the creature under its chin, slicing a deep gash into the sensitive flesh. Even after dealing the blow, however, she continued to spin, until the force threw her off-balance. As she fell, the sword slipped out of her grip and stuck once again into the ground, roughly ten feet away from her. Intertia continued to move her, and once she'd hit the ground, her body rolled until she was stopped by an outside force: namely, the stationary blade slicing into her side.
All of this happened over the course of perhaps three seconds.
The pained roar of the injured beast shook the trees around them, and they continued to shake as it lumbered away, deciding that this girl was no longer a target. Idina then lay on her back, staring up through the tree canopy, the Clanless' sword in her side. Her breaths were shaky, her blood still coursing with adrenaline; she felt no pain yet, only terror and shock.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jul 26, 2014 9:55:18 GMT -6
Everything in front of him was a blur.
First, the wyvern had nearly caught up to Idina, its massive wings blowing hurricanes and its great maw gaping, revealing its sword-like teeth. It seemed as though even seeing it would make the girl spin around and flee, running away from the weapon that lay just beside her. But then, she did the unexpected and grabbed the blade from the ground. The elf watched as she spun clumsily, flinging his blade about as she fell into the creature's path.
It was then that it let out a bloodcurdling shriek, and a red fountain began spurting from its neck. He saw that the blade had pierced its soft throat, right where the scales were less prominent, and now she was rolling along the ground thanks to inertia. Then came the second fountain of blood, this time from her own ribs as she rolled along the ground into the side of his blade.
With both incapacitated, the Clanless had the choice to make of whether to save Idina or kill the beast.
And so, he drew from his sash, his long and brutal-looking knife and leapt at the creature. This time, it was unable to maneuver away, and so the elf quicly climbed its back scales, narrowly dodging the spikes jutting upwards, and latched onto its eye with his knife. It let out another shriek as the monk dug his arm further in, until finally, he could feel the squishy insides. Violently, he riggled his arm around, and in a second he withdrew again, blood and sticky stuff trailing off his knife; in that moment, the creature fell, unmoving in the forest.
He quickly ran over to Idina and picked up his blade from her side, but his face showed no signs of concern.
"What the hell were you thinking?!"
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Post by Idina Doc on Jul 26, 2014 10:20:48 GMT -6
Green was a soothing colour, and the scarce light filtering in through the leaves at the canopy of the forest were innocently calming as well. Idina's attention was entirely focused in what was above her; she was disoriented, her head spun a bit, and though her blood coursed still with adrenaline her limbs felt heavy, so she didn't dare move. Her ears were ringing, but she thought she could hear something making noise over that. However, her mind couldn't make the connection between curiosity of the sound and turning her head to see what it was, so she kept her static position.
It wasn't until the elf stood above her, green eyes piercing into her with a blazing intensity, that she regained her senses. A moment later, a searing pain seemed to tear her side open; she gasped suddenly and let out a cry before reaching with both hands to the source of the pain, blood quickly leaking through her fingers now that there was nothing to stop it. The Clanless held his blood-coated blade in his hand again, and he was yelling at her.
The blonde wanted to yell right back at him, but she was aware enough now that she felt making her face red with anger wouldn't help her at all. Even so, she could be angry without screaming. "Were YOU thinking when you threw that blade?" she sneered, her voice eerily even.
She immediately found it much harder to catch her breath, and knew she had to act quickly. Kicking in his direction with the leg opposite to her wounded side, she hissed "Bugger off, I need to heal myself!"
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jul 26, 2014 11:00:19 GMT -6
The girl lay sprawled on her back, bleeding greatly from the side of her abdomen. The red blood stained the grass beside her, pooling like a puddle after a rainshower. She kicked her leg at him, as she told him to get lost so she could heal herself. Still, he wasn't done with her. How dare she be so stupid to nearly get herself killed with the weapon? Without her, he'd have no one to bring down the barriers. And he'd have no way to stop what was coming.
He furiously shoved his blade into its sheath, not caring about either spills of blood on it, and he grunted. "Well, you'd better bloody-well heal yourself soon, or I will put you out of your misery right--" He paused in that moment, catching what he was saying. Catching the fact that if he'd needed to do that, he would. What kind of man did that make him?
He spun around and stormed off away from the dead creature. "Just heal yourself. I'll go find camp."
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Post by Idina Doc on Jul 26, 2014 11:11:20 GMT -6
Had he... Had he just suggested that he would "put her out of her misery"? That he would be willing to kill her? Idina stared at him for a moment while he seemed to consider his words. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about his statement. Upset? Angry? Hurt? Shocked? She definitely didn't accept that idea in the slightest, but that was all she knew for sure.
Thankfully for both of them, he turned and left.
She needed full focus on her task in order to perform it properly, and she knew this well. Visualizing her anger filling her body completely as she breathed in, the blonde exhaled deeply, imagining that the breath was expelling that emotion. Once she left calm, she turned the ring on her right have so the stone faced the same direction as her palm, placed it over her wound, and closed her eyes.
"Sword cut, spear stab, mace smash, arrow jab, let the white light of healing descend upon thee..."
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jul 26, 2014 11:38:06 GMT -6
Walking felt good.
In fact, it was the only thing today that felt good.
It allowed the monk's mind to clear after the fight, and the outburst towards Idina. As if he would actually ever want to say anything like that to her! He would have never in his other life--
Shut up! This is my life. The other is NOT me! He growled to himself, sending his evil thoughts away.
It was true, that it wasn't his life at all. He wasn't the one who escaped war, nor was he the one who brought an end to tyranny. Only the Clanless had done that. Faljere died with all the other heroes of Silv-Anir, and he wasn't even a hero to begin with. A traitor to the Wood Elf ways, and a deserter. The Clanless was the only true wood elf.
The true wood elf would have had no problem with ending one's suffering, and so as the true wood elf, he didn't.
The burning house crumbled around the child. She screamed in terror as debris toppled onto her legs, and the flames began eating away at her feet. The Clanless got out of the way just in time to only receive a blow to the ear, which removed a big chunk from his lobe, but otherwise he was fine. Physically, at least. The child, however, was stuck, and crying, and scared, and the Clanless only had one choice.
He checked his dagger again, and he swore her blood was still stained into its iron. Why had he done that?
Regretted it?
He shouldn't have regretted it, and yet he did.
Why?
"WHY?!" He screamed as he threw the dagger at the nearest tree, the handle bouncing off the tree trunk and flying off towards the grass, impaling itself into the soft dirt.
He panted in frustration at his own anger.
"Damn." He grunted as he walked over to his knife and yanked it out of the ground. He looked around as he sheathed his weapon, seeing the flat land in front of him surrounded by hill and not too far from the woods.
At least he'd found their new camp.
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Post by Idina Doc on Jul 26, 2014 12:47:45 GMT -6
"...Sword cut, spear stab, mace smash, arrow jab, the white light of healing hath healed thee."
Just as she had before her incantation, Idina sighed deeply once she'd finished, feeling more relaxed as her strength returned. Opening her eyes again, she found the energy to sit up and look around. She was surprised to find the body of the wyvren so close to her, and the sight of it made her jump a little. When she realized it wouldn't move, she looked it up and down to see the damages that had been dealt to it. There was a gash under its chin; she'd done that, hadn't she? She, a Healer, a pacifist, had injured another creature. Had she killed it?
No, now she saw the mess that had once been an eye. The Clanless had finished the beast off. She tried not to think about it too much: after all, she was safe, and the wyvren wouldn't follow or chase them anymore.
Looking down on herself, she was shocked to see how much blood - how much of her own blood - was on the ground, on her hands, on her clothes. Thank goodness she healed herself when she did! The blood would wash out of her hands and clothes, she knew, even if it would be frustrating to wash it out of her white skirt. Hopefully the elf would think to find a camp close to water so she could act fast.
A distant, furious cry split the silence. With another sigh, this one more exasperated than before, she followed where the cry had come from, and had soon found the spot the Clanless had decided to set up camp.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jul 27, 2014 20:22:20 GMT -6
The embers in the firepit were beaming brightly when the Clanless came back, holding water and herbs in his hands. The night was the darkest it had been, despite the sky being lit with numerous white stars and a great crescent moon. The grass beneath his feet was crisp but wet, mainly due to their camp being close to an oasis lake. Sitting at the fire was Idina, who was shuddering and still had a bit of dried, brown-ish blood on her clothing.
Even though it had been hours since their little spiel, they weren't talking to one-another quite yet. Even he'd been surprised by what he'd told her when he did, especially considering the circumstances and the history of the phrase, and she was clearly put-off by it. So, by nature, they both remained quiet as they did what they did.
He still felt what he could consider regret, and so he'd gone to get her a drink from the oasis before stumbling upon the herbs in his hands, so he'd decided he'd make her tea.
Nothing wrong with tea. At least, not to her.
He knelt down in front of the pit, averting his eyes from the scarring embers, and began to boil the water in one of the pots they brought with them. "I'll make tea. I found these herbs, which I know from Briton. They could be one of two things, the first being a delectable ingredient that's sweet to the tongue and energizing to the body."
He stood up and examined the plants in his hand as the water began to boil. "The second being a neurotoxin that causes mental hysteria and illusions."
The elven monk could see she still wasn't impressed, and so he knelt down again and examined the blood on her skirt. He was not wrong to have thrown her the blade, was he?
"...About earlier..."
He paused, not knowing how to follow up. Maybe I'll wait for her to say something.
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Post by Idina Doc on Jul 27, 2014 22:44:56 GMT -6
Idina was sitting much closer to the fire than she normally would; the only reason for this was the coolness of her clothes, which she had tried to wash in the nearby pool not long ago. She had turned her head towards the elf when he started speaking, thus breaking the silence that had passed between them for hours, a silence which she hadn't been ungrateful for. Holding her tongue as he spoke, she listened attentively to his words while he went about starting the pot of tea. Given his description of the possibilities for this mystery herb, she figured it would be easy to taste which kind he had found once it was ready.
She said nothing of this, mostly due to not knowing what to say that wouldn't make him angry, since any anger was, frankly, the last thing either of them needed.
When the Clanless crouched near her, she soundlessly drew her skirt closer to her legs. She had been upset that she couldn't wash all of her own blood out, and she had decided to try again after some rest. Any blood on her clothes when she returned would make Lila worry, not to mention she'd want to know where if had come from. The freckled girl couldn't bear the thought of having to either lie to her or betray the promise she'd made...
After his few words, he fell silent, though his body language showed discomfort and anticipation; he wanted her to say something. Perhaps she had stayed silent long enough. With a calm, steady tone, she asked: "To which earlier event are you referring? The wyvren, or your words?"
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jul 30, 2014 14:54:38 GMT -6
The Clanless watched her eyes shuffle anxiously from her skirt back to him; clearly, she was still upset that she couldn't get the stains out. Not that it mattered to him, but perhaps there were other people in the land that would worry needlessly.
Bringing himself back to the conversation, he nodded. "After. I never meant to use those words. I'm used to war, not the aftermath of such, so you can probably guess where my rough tongue was born." He shook his head again and leaned over to grab the tea from the fire. It was warm in his hands, which was not a pleasant feeling right beside the firepit. The warmth of the flames made the tea seem even hotter, despite the decently cool night under the black blanket of sky dotted with white stars and lined with green rivers of light.
He handed the tea to Idina before grabbing one for himself. "Take it. You need to regain your strength when we next fight."
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Post by Idina Doc on Jul 31, 2014 0:27:45 GMT -6
He spoke, Idina noticed, in an odd manner, as though he thought his actions might be excused by his words now. Not that it was at all the case, for she was still prickly about it... Shaking her head, she pushed this thought out of her mind. In a situation like this, it was too easy to let her frustration get the better of her. She could see the fault in her thoughts, and, substituting the perceived excuse with something of an apology thrown over his shoulder, she relaxed.
Taking the tea from his hand, she brought it close to herself. This was his way of apologizing, she recognized.
The blonde inhaled the steam coming off of her cup. She hoped to identify the herb the Clanless had used, since he had mentioned it might be a neurotoxin. There was a scent there, for sure, but not of any herb she recognized. In this case, though, she figured it would be best to believe the elf knew what he was doing. It was hard to go wrong with tea, too, at least as far as she was concerned!
She tipped the drink into her mouth, feeling pleased as it's warmth filled her chest. There had been a sweetish flavour, she'd noticed. It was likely, then, that they were safe.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Aug 3, 2014 21:15:52 GMT -6
The effect of the tea had been very quick.
So quick that soon, Clanless was dancing around the campfire with a slight smile on his lips. His golden hair bounced as he leapt from side to side, and his green eyes went smaller and bigger almost instantly. He let out a chuckle as the shadows of the trees behind and in front of him danced with him, smiling their brilliant and demonic fiery smiles. Never had he been so happy to see fire in his life, let alone smiling fire.
Then again, smiling fire was super new to him.
"Idina, wasn't that tea..." He began, searching his mind for the word. Finally, he caught in, and let it out of his mouth, seeing the elven runes spelling it out in purple smoke for him as he said it. "Splendid..."
He laughed again, and picked up the teacup before taking another sip. And another. And another.
Finally, he dropped the cup onto the dirt ground and fell back.
"Splendid!" He said again drowsily.
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Post by Idina Doc on Aug 4, 2014 0:20:44 GMT -6
Downing tea made from herbs one doesn't recognize as quickly as possible is never a good idea.
After finishing the contents of her cup and revelling in the sweet taste, Idina, grinning broadly with shining eyes, tried reaching to get some more, but her hand was brushed away by the elf's dancing. New sounds were filling her ears from all around, gradually getting louder; most notable was the laughter coming from in front of her, where warm colours were swirling and spiralling before her eyes where some part of her mind knew that there had once been a fire. She wanted to touch it, to catch the colours and the laughter before they twirled too high for her to reach, but she held back, worried whatever was keeping her from the tea would push her hand away again. Laughing herself now, she found herself content with sitting where she was. She discarded her cup, freeing up her hands so as to fiddle with the fabrics of her cloak and skirt.
"Splendid!" she repeated, looking over to the person that had fallen in a heap not too far away. Hey, she recognized that voice! Giggling despite herself, the blonde shifted her weight onto one of her arms so as to lean over to the figure next to her. When she came to recognize the face of a familiar Wood Elf, her laughter swelled, causing her to sway and to need to put her other arm down on the ground to steady herself, which only made her laugh harder.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Aug 6, 2014 9:56:31 GMT -6
The colours that spun around the sky were so bright, so vivid. It was as if an artist had taken his pallet and flicked his brush towards the sky, not caring where the droplets of paint landed. The flames beside him were puffs of life and energy, just dancing about without anything binding them down.
Suddenly, he heard a giggle, followed by a shadow over his face. He looked at Idina as her blonde hair dangled like little jingle bells above his eyes and her freckles jumped about on her face, landing in spots where she hadn't had them before.
"It would be so cool to have freckles..." Clanless murmured to himself as he sat up. "Idina, I have something to tell you. Come closer." He smiled and motioned for her to come closer.
He leaned forwards and placed his mouth up against her warm ear before snickering and saying: "My name isn't actually Clanless."
He then fell into a deep laugh as he rolled on the ground, his blonde hair dirtying from the soil beneath his head.
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Post by Idina Doc on Aug 6, 2014 23:24:58 GMT -6
"'Course not!" Idina exclaimed in response to the man's "secret". Clanless was just a funny word, not a name; and she knew that voice of his, too, and that wasn't the name his voice was supposed to have! "Your name's cooler than that! It's got a J somewhere..."
Her arms had been supporting her weight for a little while, and there was a dull feeling of some sort growing in the heels of her hands. Maybe lying down would fix that, she decided... With that thought, she plopped down right next to the elf, giggling once she hit the ground.
Swirls of colour greeted her when she looked up into the sky, smaller this time, like little fireballs against the back of the night. These were too far away for her to grasp at, she knew, but they sure were pretty... Did her friend start talking again?
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