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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 3:47 pm
"Nyoka left the house as soon as she found out, for sure, who did this," Lenore tells Eirnae is almost inaudible elven. She gives her love a look that tells her she clearly knows what her daughter is out there doing right now, and that, at the moment, she thinks it is the right thing to do. She has the safety of Emerald Haven in mind, and after what happened to Tinania, she believes that his death is the best course of action.
If Eirnae decides that she should go after Nyoka, Lenore is ready to try and stop her. She glances over at Mel, before returning her attention to her fiance. Sooner or later, she is going to have a talk with Eirnae. . . . She knows this, but she also knows that now is not the time. So, she files it away, wondering why, at a time like this, she is even thinking about that.
Rinion holds Krista tight, stroking her hair. "It's alright, you can let go. No one will judge you for it, melamin,' he whispers to her softly, in elven.
Damien looks away from his cousin and sister. "He won't be bothering us again. Excuse me, I am going to go and find something to drink," with that, he wanders toward the kitchen, and gives into Emme's orders to sit while she makes him some tea, and finds him something to eat. Even if he isn't hungry in the least.
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Nyoka had clenched her toned stomach muscles against the kick, to soften the blow a little. As a result, she is a little winded, and gives Ducan the chance to run away.
But, only a little. Obviously, and she loves this fact at the moment, Ducan does not know her very well. She is twice as deadly at range. . . .
She pulls her bow out, and grabs an arrow from her quiver. Noting that it is the arrow that her strange friend has given her, she wonders just what he meant by only using it if she means it.
Well, right now, she means it. She trains the arrow at Ducan. "No, Ducan. You are wrong once again," she says in a soft voice, waiting for him to get far enough away. Once he is, she will let loose the arrow.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 11:38 pm
Ala takes a deep breath, it's obvious to her that the healing of this is done, "I have to do... If anyone needs me Krista has my cell number, I have to release this anger I can't deal with another change" She says to noone in particular but those nearest her, a hand opens slightly and bright green light spills from between her fingers... A moment later with a crack she's gone, into the nether and away
Surion holds Nani's hand gently yet firmly in his own, He closes his eyes beginning to very quietly speak in Kerrsalian. he stays close to Nani, there was no way he would up and leave her. Tears slip down his cheeks especially knowing that she was in pain, oh what he wouldn't give to take that pain from her and face it for her.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 7:52 pm
"May her hunt be swift," is Eirnae's equally as soft reply in the same language. Should any of the three woman near her wish to understand her present mood, they only have to look within her near glowing green eyes. She is furious, and it is only her concern for her family and friends that keeps her here beside Lenore. Had she no such worries, the man responsible would have been tracked down and dismembered. Piece. By. Tiny. Piece.
Calavel slides her hand away from Tinania's, gently patting at it before leaving the side of the bed. She's done what she can here, and now all that is left is conducting her research. Whatever has been done to Tinania is something she had yet to encounter before now, and it is her curiousity as well as her drive to aid the girl that sets her mind to pondering. Turning, she walks into the shadow that she arrived in, and disappears in much the same matter as she appeared.
Shina watches Damien go, feeling sick to her stomach even with just his and Aylana's emotions whirling about in her head. She instinctually reaches for one of Aylana's hands and curls her fingers around it. "I know just the thing for this," she says with a tight smile. "Would you go outside with me for a bit, my sister?" She needs to get this negative energy out of her system in a constructive manner, and the best way she can think of is to get in some swings with her staff with a training partner. Granted she's never tried training with Aylana in that manner before, but why should that stop her?
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Distance is a thing that she can not fully utilize in her choice of combat, and yet she knows the sight of a longbow when she sees one. The knowledge that Nyoka intends to take Ducan down at range puts her own uses to an intriquing test, but she fully intends to rise to the occasion.
The elf's blade makes no sound as it's slid from its sheath, for practice does indeed make perfect for such matters. Still more practice ensures that she continues to not make noise as she hops over the log she was crouched behind, sweeping her sword arm downward in near the same instant as Ducan passes. The brief spray of red tells the world that she hit her target, though she herself knew from the moment her arm was set into motion that her strike would prove true. She continues the swipe in order to build up enough momentum to propell herself forward and past her target, tucking up into a roll once Ducan has been properly hamstringed on the one side. She's not apt to become Nyoka's pin cushion, after all. Tumbling into the green that hid her so effectively before, she slams down on the flat of one foot to stop herself, and rolls up to support her weight on one bent leg while the other tucks itself up beneath her in preparation for springing up to defend herself. Better safe than sorry.
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