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((*blink blink* And what, exactly, is this? PM me with your plans. I was not at all informed that you would be knowing Regond, and I need to be informed of these things.))

((I think the problem lies with intertwining back stories, not with just interacting. When you have an entire history for a character [or just a rough idea, even,] and someone changes it like that, some people don't want to take it in stride. *Shrugs* Just from one role player to another.))

((Regond has a history, along with his human, Shef's father, as the most powerful known figures around. They were standing up to Malice when Regond lost Shef's father. Now Regond is with Shef, and that makes him rather weak, since the Guardian must be in tune with the human for maximum power. Regond's Sacred Gaia was also diminished in the encounter. This is about the weak protagonists trying to stay alive in the face of a powerful antagonist. Your powerful guardian is still welcome... but even she cannot stand up to Malice.))

((My sister refused to let me use the computer today until there wasn't even thirty minutes left to use. Hardly enough time for me to post in even ONE RP. ...So I can't even post, just OOC. Goodnight....))

((Yup, Fallen Wish {In my opinion, one of the better EIs lol...}

Sorry I haven't posted yet, I think I'm getting sick. I just hope it doesn't turn out to the flu lol))

A gentle wind caressed Holly's face, blowing her light hair in the breeze. Beyond an empty canvas, rolling green hills and blue sky invaded the day. Smoky blue mountains loomed over the horizon, thick clumps of forest firs hiding their bases from view.

"Nice picnic spot," observed Narissa. There wasn't an artistic bone in her body, but she still enjoyed watching her human paint. There was something relaxing to it, even by a snake's standards.

Holly dropped her bag, reaching into it for her charcoal. "I want to at least finish the sketch today," she explained, looking back and forth from the off-white canvas to the landscape set out for her. Where to start...? Well, the background, of course. Her fingers made fluid motions, the charcoal becoming a rough sketch of the view around them. "Might even have time to add a lake," she thought aloud.

Narissa didn't answer, choosing instead to watch the canvas take shape at her perch on Holly's shoulder.

Regond went dead silent, not even panting anymore, although he was still exhausted. He looked away can closed his eyes in regret.

"Now is not the time for running." he said gravely, "Your performance against the Shadows of Lumah in battle was terrible. We need to make you stronger so you can be worthy of using your father's blades and have the strength to reinforce it."

He looked up at the sky.

"I am very tired now." he said, "At this rate, I cannot open the gateway to the Ether... we must wait until I regain my energy."

((Yeah... it's kind of completely physical. Not mind-talk or whatever.))

Shef glanced over his shoulder, at Regond... for some reason, Shef felt... ashamed. But he had no reason to feel ashamed. What was that... Guardians had some type of connection with their human companions....

That was as far in that line of thinking as Shef got, because he then realized that not four yards away was a gigantic, ferocious-looking wolf. As Regond had been jabbering on about swords, and Shef had been thinking about them as a result... the sword basically formed out of general ambience. Shef gasped and ran, of course, but the sword... subconscious, or some other magical aspect, sent the sword flying straight at Reign. Purely unintentional, but... Shef wouldn't have cared one way or the other. He was now just running again, terrified for his life.

"I think I love you even more now than I did when you were alive."

((My style is that anything in italics that has quotation marks around it is 'thought speak' - talking without having to move your lips. Mental chat. Anything italics without the quotation marks is thought. ^_^))

Reign merely sidestepped the swords, not really concerned and feeling no need to use her powers.

She did purse her lips in slight annoyance when the sword came dangerously close to slicing a few hairs off of her tail, however.

"This is your human's son?" She asked disbelievingly, watching him run. "Hm. What a disappointment." She stood up. "Shall I go fetch him? Or will that only make him have a heart attack? He seems pretty close to it."

We are a people that are obsessed with Death.

Killing each other without regret.

Watching as the blood always splatters wet,

It is time for us now to be put to rest.

-SWALLOW THE FILTH

I KNOW YOU WANT TO

Tainted by BLOOD DIAMONDS

((Thank you. ^_^ Thank yourself though - it's because of you I got the inspiration for it. biggrin
I just love how there are so many layers to that particular format - so many ways to draw the eye. It's so morbid, but at the same time... so pretty. heart ))