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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:29 am
Behind a nearby tree, a moaning could be heard. Someone behind the tree sounded in pain.
((A prize to whoever guesses who it is wink biggrin ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:14 am
Sylph stumbled back with a cry as the arrow nicked her ear and frantically climed back onto the palfrey that she had ridden into the forest. Lightening flickered through the sky as the rain continued to pour. The following thunder spurred her already shaken steed into a frantic run carrying it's frightened rider away into the dark of the forest.
Issildia was motionless or a moment before she violently sheathed her blade, not bothering to watch Sylph flee.
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Sylph was all to happy to be leaving that group of travelers behind, she had been rather surprised by then venom in the words of the woman in that group. It was almost like she had taken Sylph's statement on a personal level. Though the only reason anyone would be that upset would be if she was of anierian blood...or of Nevar's line. Sylph was more inclined to consider the former of the two considering how improbable that the latter would be.
Still she continued on through the rain in an attempt to rid herself of the forest that surrounded her.
Her pace was only hastened at the cry of wolves in the distance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:25 am
Streak Lightening Behind a nearby tree, a moaning could be heard. Someone behind the tree sounded in pain. ((A prize to whoever guesses who it is wink biggrin )) The moaning continued, louder than before.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:35 am
Streak Lightening Streak Lightening Behind a nearby tree, a moaning could be heard. Someone behind the tree sounded in pain. ((A prize to whoever guesses who it is wink biggrin )) The moaning continued, louder than before.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 7:53 am
((Hmm.... Let me think.))
The figure behind the tree begins to make out some words.
"Is.....ss..s...ildia.......help!" He shouts out. It echos throughout the forest. The voice is croaked and is har to make out, but still is understandable. Lying on the ground, wounded and covered in blood and dirt, lay the moaning body of Streak.
((That good enough?))
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 2:58 pm
(((I suppose Streak, though I had other things planned for this scene. sweatdrop Such as the introduction of a new NPC character to the group lol)))
Sylph hurried through the forest, the exhausted palfrey that she rode stumbling at every turn.
The rain had slowed to the point that it was no longer a nuisance but that was the least of her problems. For al least a number of yards to her sides she could hear the excited yelps of a pack of grey wolves. No doubt this was their territory and part of their hunting grounds, of which she had blindly been forced into by that group pf travelers that she had most recently run into.
Sylph removed the short bow that had been tied to the back of the saddle from it's trappings and quickly strung it, then proceeding to nock an arrow.
As soon as she had succeeded in this one of the wolves decided to show itself and lunged out of the darkness to land in front of her tired steed, snapping at and releasing a parry of threatening barks.
As the horse froze in it's tracks and instinctively reared up a second pack member bolted out of the woods to n** at the steed's back legs.
There was a great crash as the horse toppled over throwing Sylph to the ground. The bow and it's quiver of arrows clattering away to land a few yards from her.
Stunned at first but no fool to remain stationary for to long, Sylph clambered up to retrieve the bow and quiver, nocking an arrow faster than she herself would have believed and aiming it at the closest of the wolves that had turned it's attention to her disheveled form.
"Get away beast!" she shouted as she loosed the arrow. To her dismay she missed, but then again Sylph had never been all that good at archery in the first place.
At being threatened by it's prey the wolf suddenly shot forward going for Sylph's leg, managing to grab hold for a moment before Sylph's jeweled dagger slammed into the creature's back, severing the spinal cord.
Sylph cried out in pain at the beast's teeth tore into her left leg... her scream cutting through the rain and thunder.
She had managed to slay the wolf with a desperate slice of her dagger, but atleast five other of the dead wolf's pack mates had entered the immediate area, easily outnumbering her...
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:40 pm
((whoa.. I hope this post isnt interrupting. I can delete it if it is.))
The small silver fox woke sudennly to the sound of hoofbeats as their quakes echoed across the ground. He rose from his burrow as he gazed around the forest, catching the last sight of someone speeding into wolf territory. His large ears twitched as he thought momentarily. Could it have been one of the riders from the group of visitors he had seen earlier. Hastilly, with a small leap from his burrow he raced after the creature at a steady pace, keeping his distance as not to be detected. Hearing the howls of the wolves through the rain, he quickened his pace in their direction.
He kept to the shadows as he arrived at the scene, taking sight of the injured woman surrounded by several other wolves. Out of instinct in wolf territory his own transformation occured subconsiously, his size becoming greater, his fur thicker and his appearnce more intimidating as he now took on the appearance of a wolf. Only the color of his fur remained the same, black tipped white, still giving him his silver coated appearannce.
Unsure why, he somehow felt compelled to help this woman. He stepped from the shadow slowly, as he neared the other wolves and the woman, baring his teeth but at no one specific.
The other wolves took no sight of him as he blended into the pack. He knew that even as a wolf he was unable to take this many other wolves. Why was he risking his life to help this woman. The thought remained in his head as he continued to near the pack as well as the woman. He could feel the stress patterns of the other wolves and their furocious attack that grew ever closer.
One would suddenly leap into the air at the woman, but his attack was suddenly batted away from an oversized paw. The silver Wolf was now replaced by a large silver bear, growling loudly as he opened his jaw to its fullest, standing upon its hind legs. The wolves wolf no longer see the woman as any threat as they now turned gorwling and snapping ferociously at the bear. He growled loudly once more as he lowered himself to all fours and charged at a nearby wolf. Catching the wolf off guard, using a large paw, he swung wildly at the wolf, clawing its muzzle the first time, as a loud whimper could be heard before a second swing of the bears large paw would send the wolf flying across a small distance into a tree. The wolf would whimper slightly as it hit the muddy ground then after several seconds would lie completely still, having snapped its spine udring the hard contact with the tree.
The bear howled suddenly in pain as a wolf suddenly leapt onto him snapping and tearing into his furred flesh of his shoulder. The bear reached back to the wolf, scratching at it violently, blood splattering upon the ground as his claws ripped through the wolves flesh several times causing him to whimper and loosen his hold. His claws would finally gain a hold deep enough into its flesh as it was flung from the bears shoulde ran into another wolf. The injured wolf rose to his feet once mor,e refusing to back down, growling deep in its throat. The wolf lunged at him once more as the bears large paw once more swung out of no where, striking the wolf across the face hard enough to break its neck as his claws tore through most of it.
The other wolves retreated several steps as they howled for their fallen alphamale. The bear roseonto his hidn legs once more as he let out a terrific roar that rose over the rain and thunder as it echoed through the forest. The rest of the pack growled then fled suddenly off intot he shadows of the forest. The bear lowered itself once more. He was a horrific sight, his appearnce still seeming ferocious and intimidating , his fur damp from the rain and dyed red from the fresh blood stains. His piercing gaze suddenly turned towards the woman in a darkened stare as his breaths became heavy, and visible in the cold air.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 2:12 am
Streak heard the scream and his immediate instinct was to run towards it to help, but the second he rose, he fell down in pain. He realised that the scream was near and had no idea who's scream it was, but just wanted to help. When he hit the ground again he shouted out in pain.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 9:03 am
(((Perfect Fig, I was counting on you to make your entrance here lol.)))
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Sylph could only remain frozen in place as the battle between the wolves and the bear transpired.
When the wolves finally retreated and the shape-shifting bear turned it's attention to her, it took what little courage she had left to speak.
"By the Alendithil*, you're of valterian blood..." she uttered in dismay as she clambered to her feet, visibly favoring the leg that the wolves had injured.
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(((*The Alendithil, is known as the Evening star of Keirdon, a rosy light that the early people of Keirdon worshipped as a divine entity of the heavens. Though at this point in time the word Alendithil is simply used as a form of expression as Sylph did in this instance, for the people of Keirdon have abandoned the whims of their past archaic religion to the realm of logic and science.)))
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When Issildia heard the woman's cry off in the distance she had a feeling as to who it had originated from, and for a moment she considered not paying any mind to Sylph's need of aid. After all the woman had tried to stop Keirdon from sending aid to Anier, but she had failed at this and still Anier had fallen. Banishing the past had always been a difficult thing for Issildia, as such it was one of her greatest flaws and weaknesses. Perhaps it was time to attempt to rid herself of that flaw...
She glanced back at Archer and Khastur with a dry expression, before her form faded into shadow.
Issildia reappeared within the skeletal branches of a lifeless oak tree that reached some distance above the area in which the wolves had attacked Sylph. Issildia watched with a sense of both concern and slight elation as a the bear like creature that had obviously frightened off the wolves turned to Sylph. It was very possible that the beast would kill Sylph, but this prospect did not worry Issildia in the least, the woman had attempted to condemn an entire race with her political antics. Why should Issildia even care about her fate? This thought allowed Issildia to be content in simply watching the scene transpire.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 10:44 am
Streak saw a movement in the shadows and feared the worst. He knew it was one of Celtaire blood and most likely of the Nevar line, but in his current state he would even accept help from Reinsen Nevar. He called out for aid from behind the tree. He heard the crying of the wolves and a bear. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, he desperatly hoped for aid.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:45 pm
The bear continued to stare at the woman his breathing still becoming heavier as he became tiresome. His shook himself, shaking off the water that continued to accumulate upon his blood-stained silver fur. He had no reason to harm the woman, so he acted as if he had lost interest as he grunted softly and slowly turned around. His unbearable pain would casue him to heistate as he stumbled and loose his concentration over his form. Upon hands and knees, breathing heavily, his appearnce was now that of a young man.
He remained motionless for several moments his long wild hair hanging lowly in the mud. The rain upon his back washed some of the blood from his wounded shoulder causing it to drip from his body as it splattered against the mood and mixed with it.. The wound was deep and wide across it his shoulder blade, bone cearly being seen, the flesh and muscle having been torn through. He had lost quite a large portion of his blood. He grinned at himself, as it spread widely across his face.
" Just wonderful.." He said softly, his tone containing a both irony and sarcasm. His arms and legs became limp suddenly causing him to fall forward into the mud, having blacked-out from to much blood loss.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 11:58 am
Archer raised his bow at the first noise of Wolves moments earlier, but as he heard the strange noises, as if animals were fighting, he strung an arrow, and aimed it in the general direction. Issildia gave a glance of dry irony, and dissapeared. Archer sighed heavily, that woman would do anything for a fight. He walked forward cautiously, ducking behind trees and bushes as he advanced slowly, when there was a howling, and the noises of the fight stopped. A group of wolves shot out in all directions somewhere to the left of him. He looked into the clearing, to see the young man, bleeding and unconscious, laying next to Sylph. "Damnit." He whispered.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 12:33 pm
Issildia stepped out of the tree's branches and fell fifteen feet or so to land with little to no sound, she did not slow in her pace as she approached Sylph and the Valtera that had risked his life to save her.
"What happened!" demanded Issildia harshly of Sylph.
Sylph struggled over to the valtera and quickly tore off a strip of cloth from the edge of her dress.
"Damn it, he's bleeding to death! Can't you get over your grievances with me and help him!" Sylph shouted with venom at Issildia as she began trying to clean the wound in his shoulder.
Issildia stood there a few feet from them with her hand resting on her blade, as if torn between killing Sylph or aiding her.
Finally her hand came away and with an irritated glance at Sylph looked at Archer who had arrived only moments before her.
"Some water to clean the wound, if you would Archer." Issildia said tightly as she walked up to them and knelt down.
"What are you going to do?" demanded Sylph.
Issildia looked at her dryly, "My friend here has a talent in the element of water...we clean the wound then I can heal it."
"Only an azerian who practices in the element of light or an anierian gifted as such has any skill in the healing arts...and you are a celtarie."
"Not quite..." said Issildia as she waited for Archer to summon the water in which to clean the wound with.
Sylph looked at Issildia with a confused expression before her eyes flared in realization. "Oh...so that's why..."
"Well aren't you the quick one." Issildia stated with sarcasm at Sylph as she patiently waited on Archer to summon the water.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 12:42 pm
Archer walked forward, aball of rain centering in his palm before she had asked. He made it intoa kind of strip, long and skinny, and then ran it into his wounds, cleaning the wounds, and healing it slightly. The water followed his hand, as he wiped up the blood, and then he motioned away from him, and the water splashed to the ground. "The wounds are cleaned, he needs some electrolytes to get them shut though. He pulled a small puch full of tea leaves out, andpulled one out, making another ball of water, mixing it with the leaf. and making him drink it slowly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 1:15 pm
Issildia only nodded in thanks as Archer finished, and removed her leather gloves and set her hands against the valtera's shoulder and began uttering phrases under her breath in anierian.
"Tanka tel' taurnin, Aman tel' Seldarine" she uttered softly as a pale silver light came into being about her hands, the light then sinking into the Valtera's flesh.
As she pulled her hands away the flesh began to knit itself together, slowly, muscle sinew twined back into place and skin repaired itself. When the process completed itself no scar remained in place of the wound.
Issildia drew back and quickly slid her gloved back on and stood. "Thank you Archer." she said quietly as her gaze once again fell of Sylph.
"Next time you choose to speak, see to it that the object of your disfavor isn't standing right in front of you." Issildia said with subdued disdain.
Sylph tossed away the cloth she had used to try and clean the valtera's wound with away.
"Well, I"ve never been the sort to person to still my speech because someone I do not favor is within ear shot...you are a Nevar...what do you expect me to say...considering you lineage?"
Issildia turned away, "I expect nothing Lady Zitara...nothing."
Sylph looked at Issildia with an irritated expression, "So...now you're going to just leave us?"
Issildia looked back at Archer, "Quite frankly I don't care...though what do you suggest Archer...should we leave them to the wolves and continue on, or do you prefer to stay?"
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