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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 15, 2009 21:10:19 GMT -5
Birds sang, squirrels chattered, deer grazed, and the trickling of one of the nearby rivers gurgled at a soothing pace, augmenting the calming whistle of the wind through the tightly interwoven trees, creating a song that was almost hypnotic. It seemed that Bregolien Faelon could have asked for no better weather for travelling, and he was never one to complain. However, the pleasantness of the day was greatly hampered by the fact that he was hungry, tired, and snagged from head to toe in brambles, primarily due to the neccesity to cut a path for his powerful stallion through the forest.
Huffing in irritation, the tall ranger finally managed to break free of the oppressive brush, reaching the bank of one of the rivers, where the trees were sparser, and travel would be easy. Removing his helmet and securing it under one burly arm, he ran the three presentable fingers of his left hand through his tangled, dirty blonde hair ruefully, noting to himself that it would have been far wiser to enter the forest at the banks of the river in the first place. The tall, lean Arabian stallion seemed to concur, for he pawed at the ground in agitation, snorting angrily and offering his rider a soft nip on the ear.
"Andaer!" The tall borderman chided in jest, his warm blue eyes sparkling, his deep, friendly voice light. "Why do you spurn me so? Your ire is most wounding, especially after I went through so much trouble to make way for you." The stallion snorted, as if to say 'I'm sure', then pulled his reign's from Brego's grasp, moving a few feet away to nibble at some grass, his opinion on whether they should continue immediately quite clear.
Brego sighed, secretly agreeing with his steed's decision, and expressing so by catching up to the horse, graciously unbridling him, and removing his saddle. When this was done he removed his heavy hunting cloak, and placed it on the ground, his helm atop it.
He stroked the small, blonde beard at his chin, surrounded by perpetual 5 o'clock shadow thoughtfully for a moment, then removed his leather gauntlets as well, moving to crouch by the waterside. He admitted to himself, as he splashed his face with water, drinking gladly of the surprisingly clean substance, that the Elven Realm was incomparably fair and beauteous. He did not see why so many men were so eager to avoid it, having seen no 'dark witchcraft' insofar.
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Post by D.REAM on May 15, 2009 23:19:38 GMT -5
EX-SLAVE ELWING
I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.
------------ Even with the dead set of winter upon the world, it seemed this area had been treated to springtime early this year. Deer grazed silently, auds flicking to and fro listening for anything out of the ordinary. Then came the chattering squirrels and rabbits, burrowing into their holes if they thought danger was upon them. It was the cycle of life, prey were given senses unmatched, and predators as well, given senses to maybe outsmart the prey and continue the cycle of life. Eat or be eaten, had been a saying she'd heard a few men use when she had been chained, quite literally, to her Master for three days straight as punishment. Where-ever he'd gone, she went with him. The thought of having to be like a pet to another person was enough to make the air around her boil, and an uncomfortable snort from the beast beneath her. Silently apologizing to the white Andalusian-bred mare, the blonde cooed, "Oh, Hevlena, ease yourself." the mare sighed heavily, her legs expanding as the mare's heavy sigh echoed through the brush.
As they approached the river bank, giving them an easier time to move about together. She'd prefer to stay on the mare's back, preferring to run instead of having to use something - something - was the keyword to get away from anyone or anything. Nibbling her bottom lip, she inhaled slowly, remembering someone had been following her, and she fully intended to find out who. Glancing behind her, the mare's ears flicked back there too, revealing that there certainly was someone....or something tailing them. Chills gripped the back of her neck and coursed through her spinal column. Cringing, she urged the mare into a gallop along the moderately hard soil on the river bank. Huffing as she ran, the mare paused when she sensed another nearby, wanting to go one way, though her rider wished to go another. "No, you will kill us." The elf warned, but the horse ignored the tugs on her bridle and pushed through the brush to reach a bend in the creek, where another horse and person were located.
Pausing from doing something, crystal-blue eyes landed on a young man, immediately recognizing him - a human at least. Which means, she was definitely older than him, despite their age in appearance, her looking to be around twenty, him a bit older. Upper teeth nervously nibbled the pink bottom lip, before immediately, an arrow embedded itself into her left arm. A shrill yelp escaped her lips, as she turned, pushing herself and Hevlena out of the way of another arrow. Clutching her arm, she growled, and unsheathed her sword, searching for the imposter. But, as her elven senses searched, she sought a ghost. The person had vanished. Whimpering, she looked to the man who had been washing his face in the river. Shivering, but not from the temperature or the wound, but from the man. He'd try something, they always did. Narrowing her eyes, she dropped off the mare and spoke, her voice stern, though still quivering slightly, "I'll be fine."
Which she most likely would be. Whipping out her herbs and such, she clutched the arrow, the arrow head wasn't too deep, but deep enough she was lucky it didn't catch a major vein or anything. Grimacing, she whined quietly as she then yanked it out. Blood-caked arrow dropped to the soil near her feet, as a rag doused in a green-colored powder found itself wrapped around her arm. She couldn't use her water-healing abilities in front of him. Slouching against a tree, she sighed heavily, hoping it hadn't been coated in poison, and hoped he wasn't working for her old Master. Gulping, she slid to the ground, her clothes dirty, though womanly in some ways, showing her tan skin. Scratching her bare, slightly muscular stomach, she looked up to him silently, as she felt that it had been slightly poisoned to dull her senses. Keeping Hevlena, her mare close, she spoke to the man softly, "I apologize, for disturbing you."
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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 15, 2009 23:46:58 GMT -5
Andaer stamped a hoof nervously, and Bregolien looked up, gazing around curiously.
"What troubles you, dear friend?" He asked the stallion soothingly, though his query was broken off when a mounted figure came galloping down the bank at urgent speed. Instinctively he stood, drawing his longsword his a metallic rasp and dropping into a half-crouch, blue eyes steely.
The hardness faded, however, when he realized the identity of the new arrival. A beautiful young female who appeared to be at least half-Elven, with a wild, fiery look about her. He lowered his sword slightly, still wary; he knew better than most that females were no less dangerous than their male counterparts.
He started when an arrow whizzed from the brush, puncturing her arm and eliciting a cry from her throat. He did not bother to think, but darted to her side, kneeling down beside her as his sharp eyes darted about the brush, hunter's senses detecting nothing.
"None are needed, mi'lady, though I must entreat the same for asking of your condition." He looked at her wound concernedly; it did not appear terribly bad, and certainly not lethal. He reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but thought better of it at the last second, noting that she might not like to be touched, curling his three fingers into his palm and pulling the hand back.
He looked sharply around, dark brow rising curiously. Why shoot only a single arrow, then flee? He whistled sharply to Andaer, jerking his blonde head towards the bush. The stallion nickered obediently, placing himself inbetween the fringe of trees and his rider, stamping nervously as he cast his head about, wary of the presence of hostile beings.
"Why, might I ask, would someone aim to wound, but not kill you?" He asked, turning his handsome face back to hers, content that he wouldn't be shot in the back of the neck. "Unless the arrow was poisoned, I see very little point. Are you sure you are alright?"
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Post by D.REAM on May 16, 2009 0:04:35 GMT -5
EX-SLAVE ELWING
I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.
------------ Half-elven senses dulled silently, as the poison seeped into her blood. It had been used on her before, she remembered having swallowed tons of this, knocking her out cold for when she'd been moved from a house to the "ranch." Lungs inflated slowly as they replenished their oxygen supply. Finally lifting her gaze, she fully spotted the man upon whom she'd run into. Heartbeat fluttered quietly, realizing how handsome he appeared to be, though they all were like that. Innocent-looking, handsome, until they turned into furry, hungry beasts. Beasts that only looked out for themselves, she thought quietly to herself, as her thoughts jumbled together. The side effects for her were usually her senses dulled, like she had a cold, and her thoughts got hard to decipher and actually think. His lips moved, and she was vaguely aware of what this young man spoke, before she managed to reply, grabbing a flower she knew helped counter-act the poison, though not fully get rid of it, it'd at least let her think clearly, "I....will be well." she murmured, as she nibbled on the leaves for a moment, letting the antidote absorb into her stomach.
Sensing movement, eyes went wide, like a trapped animal, and immediately, the tree her back was brushing against froze. Starting where she was, the bark froze, and it spread downward and upwards, also forever freezing the leaves to their branches, unless she melted it. In horror, realizing she was losing control as fear coiled around her, she shook her head, this man would help her most likely. No, they weren't that nice. Looking to him, she knew men. This one couldn't be any different. He'd get what he wanted from her and leave. That's how they all were, just like her biological father too. Watching his horse, she looked to Hevlena, who nickered lightly towards the other equine. Pushing her friend to the back of her mind, she silently answered his question, "Because I got you involved by talking to you...I'm wanted because of what I know." But would she ever say that? No way, she had plans.
The war, this senseless war, fighting, she believed was pointless. Eying this man - what side was he on? The elves', humans', Rhiannon's, or how-ever many side there were now. Perking as he continued, she nodded quietly, looking back up to the frozen tree, and back to him silently, hoping he wouldn't ask too much, and just leave, it'd be better for him, quickly standing, the hybrid replied, "Aye, sir, I am fine." but as she fully straightened out, dizziness swept over her, and stumbling, she managed to regain herself, not wanting to touch this man if she could avoid it. How - unusual. Usually men would just try and act high and mighty. Warily eying him, she tucked her things away, and rubbed her arm, a small throbbing appearing there, as she responded, patting Hevlena's soft nose, "I...I don't know why...maybe mistaken identity."
She eyed him quietly, leaning against Hevlena, the poison took forever to get out of her body, which meant she was stuck here - with him. But, he had attempted to help her. Hearing horse's hooves running away from them, she gulped, not much time now, unless they moved, but the poison wouldn't allow them to move too far. Turning her face to his handsome one - she'd admit that, but nothing more, "Thank you, sir....for your aid before." she offered a soft smile, and gave him her name, her first name at least for now, "I'm Elwing."
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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 16, 2009 0:21:03 GMT -5
He did not bother to ask again, nodding at her reply, and noting the leaves she was nibbling. He started slightly when the ice lanced up the tree, his eyes flicking up to stare at it a moment, fists clenching. When the initial surprise had faded, however, he allowed himself to relax; he was no stranger to magic, though he did not possess any himself.
"Perhaps..." He murmured, listening to the retreating hoof-beats. A single pursuer; perhaps he had been scared off by the unexpected appearance of 'reinforcements'. He remained crouched for a moment, biting the knuckle of his right thumb thoughtfully. He was pulled from his ponderings by her next statement, rising to his feet slowly.
"Well, I didn't exactly do anything." He commented lightly, a crooked smile coming easily to his face, flashing cat-like teeth, the faintest beginnings of laugh-lines becoming present at the corners of his eyes. He bowed slightly in a customary polite gesture.
"Bregolien, son of Bregnian. You may call be Brego, should it please you. I am honored to make your aquaintance."
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Post by D.REAM on May 16, 2009 9:44:45 GMT -5
EX-SLAVE ELWING
I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.
------------ A soft slide against the ice of the tree now, Elwing stood up slowly, eyes never leaving this man's pair. They were so - distant, worried and haunted. It was easy to tell, his eyes told a short story to her, she'd always had a small knack, with her elven blood to be able to slightly read people's eyes. His were easy, he was haunted, by demons she couldn't perceive. Seeing him nibble on his knuckle, her own eyes followed his quietly as they both straightened themselves into a better standing position. Brushing back her hair, she knew she'd need to bathe tonight or tomorrow, and there was a creek right there. Quietly, she absorbed what he said. "You were here, and that's enough." she spoke gently, giving him a gentle smile in return, before brushing his arm, her hand soft and careful to him, in a thanking gesture, "Thank you." At his smile, seeing how it seemed to light up this man's features, she was unable to keep herself from smiling back. Amusement flickered across her eyes, though she remained silent about what she'd found amusing. As she stepped away, giving herself more space, she perked when he gave her his name.
Bregolien, though she could call him Brego if she wished. Nodding, Elwing replied, a light smile appearing on her lips as she did so, "Brego, the pleasure's all mine." she grinned coyly, an inside joke she'd had with Grena, before she vanished off into the world. She'd probably gone to Anorith, she had always been a fan of that place. Though, Elwing, she presumed she wouldn't probably be accepted there, even if she did hide who she truly was. And besides, she couldn't get over the thought of if she had a nightmare, something would happen, either a fire would start, a windstorm would occur, a flood or tons of rain, or even an earthquake. She was afraid to go to sleep sometimes! But, as she thought of fear, she immediately waited for the instantaneous fear around men to appear. But, as the blonde looked at Brego, she realized it wasn't there.
Worried by this, she kept her distance, as she slouched, letting her body and the antidote work on getting all the remnants of the poison out. Rubbing her wound gently, the hybrid's eyes flickered over him silently, absorbing to see if she could take him on - that much was obvious, just hurl him away on a rock or something. She doubted he'd do anything, or he already would have, since she couldn't fight back. Stepping away, she then felt Hevlena's soft, reassuring nose. Grinning weakly, the hybrid looked to him, then inquired, curious as to why, "Why....why did you help me?" she looked to him curiously, "I've done nothing to deserve your help, gracious Bregolien."
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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 16, 2009 15:18:32 GMT -5
Brego met Elwing's eyes squarely, noting the strange expression in them, though it stayed only a moment. It was a sort of understanding, almost as if she saw something he could not. He allowed himself a barely perceptible gulp; he knew that look. Randiriel had had it, from time to time; it meant she was reading him. The thought allowed a flicker of anguish into his heart, and he knew this Elwing probably saw it, but he shook the thought away, banishing memories of his sister for a another time, when he could deal with them properly.
He felt a faint jolt of electricity lance up his arm when her hand brushed it, but shook this off as well, smiling again; smiling was easy, and it was familiar, comforting, even if he was the one doing it. Even so, he could not help but look slightly concerned when she drew away from him; she was nervous, mistrusting. He wondered what could possibly have happened to this girl (though he supposed, her obvious Elven blood taken into account, that she must actually be a woman by now), to make her so immediately wary.
Andaer came up behind him, nickering softly, and allowing the tall borderman to entwine his fingers in the equine's mane, noting that the Arabian seemed well at-ease now. By the stallion's reckoning, it seemed, Elwing and her horse had no intention of attempting to harm them, unless provoked, of course.
"Why on Ander(?) would I not?" Brego raised a brow, faintly stroking Andaer's withers. "I daresay I would shame myself as a ranger, to stand by and watch a fellow traveller be hurt, perhaps killed, when I was fully capable of doing something about it." He resisted the urge to flinch as he recieved a brief phantom sensation from his missing fingers; it had been happening less and less over the years, but that only sufficed to make it more surprising when it did happen.
"I have some bandages, should you wish to bind your wound." He commented lightly, diverting his thoughts back to the current situation. "Though herbs may prevent infection, it is never wise to leave such a thing to the open air. I have yet to encounter one in this fair realm, but there are beasts who are drawn to the scent of blood."
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Post by D.REAM on May 16, 2009 16:35:05 GMT -5
EX-SLAVE ELWING
I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.
------------ Their eyes met, and Elle swore she felt a jolt travel through her as their gazes met. Ok, she'd admit she was attracted to him, but her fear gripped her tightly, and pretty much refused to let go. The thought of him harming her because she'd let her guard down made her muscles tense and stiffen, ready to fight him off if it came to that. Watching him carefully, having ceased her reading of his features and eyes especially, finding it rude to go any deeper than just the surface in their eyes. Blue eyes darkened slightly at the thought of him working with Master. Course, if he was a ranger, they usually weren't associated with people like him, he was powerful and wealthy, which made him a hard enemy to bring down. Another reason why he was "neutral" in the war, therefore all the sides could go to him for resources should they ever need one. Eying Brego, he didn't seem the type to harm someone.
They all did though, her fear seemed to tell her. Refusing to believe this, Elle straightened herself fully to her 5-foot and 7 or 8-inch height. It didn't matter too much, what mattered was survival, and right now, if she didn't survive with this wound, then that means either her Master didn't want her back, or just wanted to get rid of the threat of what she knew he really did in the "ranch." Watching Brego curiously, as if seeing someone like him for the first time in her hundred and plus years on this earth, the blonde's eyes flickered as his hand moved, then noticed something - odd. Realizing after a moment of observation, she realized that he was missing two fingers on his left hand, his ring and pinky. Flinching, she lifted her own left hand, which had a small scar running along her thumb, and on her right hand, the mark of her Master's ranch, branded into her palm beneath her thumb.
Self-aware, she dropped her hands quickly, her heart jumping unusually in her chest as she looked to Brego once more. "Aye, that may be true, and therefore, I offer you my thanks." she bowed her head softly, "A blessing, in return, if you wish." she murmured, wondering if he knew about the elven blessings. Her's weren't as powerful as a regular elf's, though they were probably about seventy-five percent the strength, lacking some. It'd protect him against most things, though maybe some small things, if for health, against everything but maybe a cold here and there. Stroking Hevlena's soft nose, she reached into her own bag, smiling weakly and produced a bandage, "It is all right, I have my own." she wrapped her arm, then ripped it off, and tied it together. Once she had it wrapped, tucking the remaining bandages back into the bag, she didn't mention his fingers, thinking of them again.
It would be rude. She did want to know how he'd lost them, though it wasn't the best time. For heaven's sake, she'd just met him! Her stomach churned unusually, as she turned to look at him, butterflies in her stomach once more. What was this? Resisting the urge to see if she was sick, Elwing agreed to what he said about some animals, creatures being drawn to the scent of blood. Cringing at the thought of endangering Brego, she then tilted her head, blonde hair tumbling past her shoulders as she did so, and looked to him, "I apologize for disturbing you...I shall leave now." Though she didn't want to leave really, she knew it would be the best thing...
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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 16, 2009 16:56:01 GMT -5
<-Brego Faelon->
He has every reason to throw up his fists in the face of his God who let his mother die. Through all the grief and tears, she still passed in pain anyway. Now you think of saying, there's no use in praying, but still, he bows his head so he can say:
"Thank you, for ending her pain."
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Brego acknowledged her thanks graciously, notcing her eyes briefly flitting to his maimed hand, causing him to instinctually curl his remaining fingers into his palm, partially masking the fact that two of them were cut off at the base. It did not so much make him uncomfortable as worry him that it did so to others, though he had to admit, he did not much like discussing the cause of their absence. He had more untruthful stories as to how it had happened floating around in his head than he did ideas on a normal day, most of them composed on the spur of the moment.
Andaer snorted in what Brego assumed to be boredom, meandering off to graze again, and his rider made no complaint, dropping his hand to his side, then planting it on his hip, so that his palm would not be too close to the hilt of his now-sheathed longsword. He started slightly when Elwing declared that she was leaving, cocking his head to the side just slightly.
"You, ah...you needn't depart if, well...if you didn't want to..." he found himself stumbling over his words, rubbing the back of his neck with one broad palm. "I mean, it isn't an hour yet since you were attacked. Its left to fate to be said whether your assailant is still close at hand." He looked back at Andaer, who flicked his tail, as if to say 'don't look at me', keeping his snout resolutely fixed to the grassy earth.
"At...at any rate, it looks as if Andaer is set on a rest for himself and I," He found himself smiling again, a habitual way to play off nervousness. "-and you look a little worn yourself. Perhaps...you'd like to join us for awhile?"
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Post by D.REAM on May 16, 2009 23:34:35 GMT -5
EX-SLAVE ELWING
I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.
------------ Noticing his remaining three fingers curl, the blonde felt a wave of worry course through her. Had she offended him? She knew she probably did, therefore she immediately lowered her gaze, her hands reaching up to fiddle with the other's fingers. Nerves toyed with her emotions silently, taking her up and down through the clouds of her thoughts. Brego had attempted to help her if the attacker did wish to fight, but a nagging doubt told her he was heading off, and there was something out there waiting, like a trap should they try and see what was going on. That had happened before, she'd walked right into a trap, trying to become the hunter instead of the hunted. Course though, they'd been expecting it, and therefore had had a net ready to scoop her up, having hidden it beneath a thick layer of leaves. Shifting her focus from the past back to the present as Brego then spoke about her not leaving.
The thought appeased her. It actually did, but he was a man, and experience showed that men could not be trusted. Her chin jutted out in silent determination and stubbornness, though when she reached for Hevlena's reins that were dangling down beneath her withers, the mare tossed her dial immediately, jerking the reins out of Elle's hands. Frowning, the blonde inquired, "What is it, Hevlena?" the mare pawed lightly at the slightly-covered ground with snow, before backing away, as if telling Elwing she should stay. Sighing softly, the hybrid looked to Brego, "I muist apologize, I did not offer you my other name you may call me by. It is Elle." she grinned softly, sitting down, as she let her arm heal, holding her arm close to her torso, enjoying the warmth of the sun she felt.
As she looked to his horse, Andaer, as he'd called it, she gestured to her's, "Hevlena, stubborn one." she winked towards the man quietly, before snapping her fingers, and obediently, surprisingly, and responded, "I would like that." she grinned shyly, almost - blushing. Almost though, she hoped her tan hid it, though as she looked away, she presumed he had seen it. Feeling like a young girl, she suddenly felt the fear rise again. A flash of a movement of something caught her eye, and without thinking, she reacted, a yelp escaped her lips. Cringing away, she lifted her uninjured arm over her face, "Master...I'm sorry....I'm sorry." she apologized, having seen him. Lowering her arm, seeing there was no one there but Brego, and their horses, and then herself.
Looking away, she cleared her throat quietly, avoiding eye contact for a moment, as she hesitated on speaking. She hoped - prayed he wouldn't ask. If he did, there were some lies she'd created, especially ones about her magic, her - off magic, unlimited magic in some ways. A few flowers nearby soon began to blossom, within a few minutes to their full budding for the season, as her emotions turned for the better. Lifting her gaze from the soil to Bregolien, she bit her bottom lip, letting him speak, before she inquired, her voice soft, "What...were you doing out here? I wish not to hold you from your duty." she spoke, being sincere. And it was true, she'd rather not hold him from doing something he was supposed to be doing.
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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 17, 2009 1:17:26 GMT -5
<-Brego Faelon->
He has every reason to throw up his fists in the face of his God who let his mother die. Through all the grief and tears, she still passed in pain anyway. Now you think of saying, there's no use in praying, but still, he bows his head so he can say:
"Thank you, for ending her pain."
«««»»»
"Elle. A lovely name, mi'lady." Brego commented, smiling warmly. It really was; familiarly human, yet with an air of Elvish grace, much like the woman herself. He took a moment to examine her steed, noting that the equine was much the same; undoubtedly swift and agile, a competent mount.
Seating himself near her, but not too near as to make her uncomfortable, he crossed his legs in front of him, leaning his elbows on his knees, an easy smile on his face. It was only when she flinched that the look of concern returned. When she threw her arm over her head, muttering softly, he found himself suddenly crouched directly at her side, a powerful arm placed gently over her slim, tanned shoulders, his left grasping her hand reasurringly, head bent so that his eyes were on level with hers.
Master? He asked himself, puzzled. His blue eyes widened a bit as it dawned on him; she must have been a slave! That must have been why her attacked did not aim to kill! He gave a soft grunt of surprise, though the sound did not leave his throat as his eyes flickered to the hand he was holding in his own, just able to see a tattoo in the area that his ring and pinky finger would have covered, had they been there.
His breath hitched slightly as he realized his position, slowly extricating his arms from her, releasing his gentle grip on her hand, realizing exactly why she seemed so mistrusting of him from the start. The things this 'Master' must have done to her...he felt an involuntary growl rise from his core, rumbling in his broad chest, though he cut it off, flashing Elle a look to assure her it hadn't been directed at her.
Now with his hands safely to himself, he felt the exposed skin of his hands tingling faintly, feeling somewhat cold at the loss.
"Hm?" he looked up to meet her eyes, registering that she had asked him a question. What had it been, now?
"Ah, of course; bit of a laugh, that." He grinned lightly. "I was far out in the wilderness over yonder-" He gestured with his arm, in the direction from which he had entered the forest. "But with my business there concluded, I decided to make good on my promise to come home to my family before winter came to its full tempest, blocking my way. I reasoned it would be faster to cut through the Elven Realm, reducing the journey by several dozen leagues, as the crow flies." He laughed frankly, running a hand through his hair. "Little did I realize just how much I was underestimating the formidability of this seemingly benign wood." He plucked a sprig of bracken from his fair locks, brandishing it for emphasis.
"Needless to say, this is no riding-ground." He sat back down at last, chewing at his knuckle habitually. "And what about yourself? To seek refuge in these woods is a risky gambit; even I might find myself lost, did I not have Andaer's infallible sense of direction to guide me." The stallion whinnied briefly, as if taking credit for the claim.
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Post by D.REAM on May 17, 2009 10:04:27 GMT -5
EX-SLAVE ELWING
I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.
------------ Nodding solemnly as he responded to her giving him her nickname, if he wished to call her that. Shivers, and chills found their way into her system as shivers shattered her usually serene, calmer demeanor. The moment though, Brego's arm was over her shoulders, the shudders started, visions flashed in front of her and she was helpless to stop. A solider placing his arms over her, telling the young girl he'd protect her from all the bad people in the world. Having been about 15 in mental years, but 8 or so in appearance, she knew something was up, but her child-like innocence refused to believe that, therefore she hadn't known what her step-mother had put her into. Yunra, her step-mother had sold her. But, the shudders stopped immediately as she remembered it was Brego, and a strong sense of - comfort and secutiy came over her like a thick, warm blanket during the chilly nights during this time of year.
Instinctively tensing, she felt his hand over her's, and the comfort overwhelmed the fear. For some reason, she felt as if she could trust him. Trust him with what, she wasn't sure, but there was something in her mind telling her to do so. He moved, and that blanket of warmth, security and comfort vanished with his movements. Half-tempted to tell him to return, Elwing's fear snapped her nerves, and she quickly retreated back a step, eyes wide with perplexed thoughts. He looked to her, their gazes locked and she listened in as he spoke. Drawing her legs up, and wrapping her arms around them, she then rested her chin silently on her knee caps, eyes watching and ears listening intently to anything he had to say. Head tilted silently, before the inquiry was directed back to her, but she had one of her own she had to speak her mind quickly, "I do not wish to slow your journey to see kin, sir." she grinned weakly, eyes flickering between him and Hevlena for a moment, before back to him.
"They must be excited to see you." she nodded once, and offered a weak grin, though it faded. She hadn't seen her family in over 50 years. Her memory still burned brightly of Yunra though, and Levila, her aunt, and finally, Helena and Randar, her biological parents. Her elven memory allowed her to remember everything, which she loathed. Loathed with a fiery passion of a thousand suns. The first time she was raped, the pain, the fear she had coursing through her body. When she was first taken from Helena and Randar by Yunra. When she was sold to those monsters when she was young in both elven and human years. Cringing slightly, realizing she'd been quiet for a moment, giving Brego a weak smile, she responded, "I have no aim to reach any certain destination..."
Reaching down, she toyed with a twig she found, before say, she activated her earth power, and the twig sprouted small flowers within seconds. Smiling weakly at it, she implanted it into the soil, letting natural nature run its course with it. The blonde then added, "If you desire, I will offer you my..." she paused, she wouldn't dare say services, so she settled for this instead, "Aid. I can help you through the thickets, and more..if you desire." she offered a weak grin, wondering if she could get rid of these butterflies in her stomach somehow, and get that blanket of warmth and security again. Standing from her sitting position, she gestured to where she'd come from, about 10 miles from where he probably had entered, or so, "I too, came upon this realm near where you entered. To where, exactly, are you heading? I may know a short-cut, I've been in here for awhile." She didn't specify how long, but she did let Brego make the decision.
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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 17, 2009 10:44:52 GMT -5
<-Brego Faelon->
He has every reason to throw up his fists in the face of his God who let his mother die. Through all the grief and tears, she still passed in pain anyway. Now you think of saying, there's no use in praying, but still, he bows his head so he can say:
"Thank you, for ending her pain."
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"I can assure you, such a small delay is not of consequence." Brego replied, watching with a flicker of wonder as flowers sprouted from the twig. It had been obvious to him before that she was in possession of magic; powerful magic, by the look of the ice on the tree, but it had not occurred to him that her mastery might extend to further elements. It really was a wonder to see. He had long declared the subtleties of magic beyond what he was capable of; his methods were far more forceful and straightforward, as well as easier to comprehend.
"Aye, I suppose they will be; though I daresay my brother shall have my head for not visiting sooner." He grinned at the thought of Megildur; the young man had married the previous winter, and his wife was now with child. She was due to give birth by the beginning of spring, and he had promised he would be there to meet his new niece or nephew. He had always had a love of children, having taken care of a brood of younger siblings from early on.
He was somewhat surprised, though not unpleasantly so, when Elwing offered to accompany him, at least for awhile. It would certainly be nice to be able to quickly find his way out of this endless maze of trees. He smiled warmly, thinking that it would also be nice to be honored with the woman's company a little longer; he had only just met her, and she was already proving to be an intriguing, engaging person to talk to, with a strong personality that he valued in women, much like his mother. He grimaced internally as he thought of the clout Huoriel would deal him for not coming home for the autumn harvest, though the expression held an air of fondness.
"I would be most honored, Elle, if you would accompany me." He responded, running a hand through his hair once more. "I hail from one of the western forest villages of Anorith, by the name of Vree, that being where I go now. It would indeed be a welcome relief to have assistance in navigating this realm; I will not deny that it has been giving me quite a time, despite my supposed skills." He laughed heartily, wondering what Bregnian would say if he knew his son was on the verge of getting himself hopelessly lost.
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Post by D.REAM on May 17, 2009 18:29:36 GMT -5
EX-SLAVE ELWING
I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.
------------ » The pair of blue eyes watched Brego's silently as his voice filled the surrounding air. Lyrics entered the atmosphere with an interesting tone that Elwing enjoyed somewhat. Course, he mentioned it being no trouble, when the subject of his brother having his head, the thought of someone harming Brego made her skin crawl and muscles tighten silently. How could someone harm him? No, he was a man. They couldn't be trusted, despite what was going on. "Then your brother shall have to wait, it appears." she smiled innocently, as she then glanced around, noticing the tree she'd frozen earlier. Sighing, she turned towards it, and as her palm rested against the tree, the ice began to melt and dissolve itself into the atmosphere. Grinning weakly to herself, as the leaves turned green once more and the tree could breathe, Elwing stepped away, and bowed her head gently, as if apologizing.
» Turning back to Bregolien, she pondered over what his life had been like. From his lack of two fingers on his left hand, she presumed he'd been fighting for much of his life, since they had healed quite well, and it must have been awhile. He was older than her in apperance, like to be her older brother, her and her slow aging, she'd appear younger than him, unless she did give up her immortality, which she wasn't sure if she was going to do so yet. Helena, her mother had told her as an infant that elves could give up their immortality to live with the ones they loved if they were not as blessed at they were. Looking to Brego silently, she asked herself quietly, had he given anything up in exchange for someone he held close and cherished? She was curious, for she had, she had sacrificed her virtue to save another slave girl, Grena, which was the main reason they'd become such fast friends.
» Course Grena was only a quarter-elven, her father having been an elf-human hybrid much like herself. Thinking of her childhood friend, Grena was probably in her mid-to-late thirties by now. The quarter-elven woman had mentioned she knew where a friend of her's was staying, in Anorith, behind the wall, Elwing just hoped Grena had made it safely, without being caught. Thinking of her friend, she immediately thought back to Brego, could she really trust him? She wasn't sure, but as she thought of not trusting him, the butterflies reared up like a wild mustang in her stomach, but when she thought of trusting him, they calmed down, simmered down like a dying fire without wood. She grinned, glad she could. Laughing lightly, she cut herself off in middle of her giggles, "Aye, that may be so, Bregolien."
» She liked it when she said his name, much like when he said her's. The blonde brushed forwards her hair to cover her ears, as she then reached for Hevlena, who instinctively came to her rider's outstretched hand. "Anorith..." she murmured, nerves toying with her emotions again, "Then...Vree, do you have a side in this battle?" she arched an eyebrow, almost playfully, before then mentioning, "As for I, I myself do not have a side. I only have one side, and that is for peace for everyone." Not to mention, to be able to find her sister before anything happened. Elwing spoke, patting Hevlena's silky nose softly, "Then, I suggest we continue on through these trees. I can help, but it will take a good time to reach our destination even with help." she winked, and hopped gracefully onto Hevlena, using a small "stool" of air to lift herself up easier without putting too much effort into it.
» Perched up on Hevlena, she felt somewhat safer, though she tensed as she heard hoofbeats approaching them from the opposite way they were aiming for. Quickly, Elwing spoke, "I suggest we move quickly!" she urged Hevlena into a trot, though paused, making sure Brego was following. Once she was sure he was, she quickly took off, and as Hevlena burst through a layer of trees, Elwing raised both her hands, and soon, a path big enough for the two horses appeared. Trees were bent slightly, and branches moved out of their way. She released the magic holding them behind Brego and his horse, Andaer. Riding swiftly, they crossed another branch of the river, before soon pausing, letting the horses pause, as Elwing gathered her wits about her, gesturing towards Vree, "It's just around that bend, really." she glanced back, not hearing the hoofbeats anymore, "Shall we press on?"
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LOVE NOTES NONE FOR NOW, BUT I SAY THEY GO ON TOGETHER.
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Post by Adrastos Morandir on May 18, 2009 17:52:30 GMT -5
<-Brego Faelon->
He has every reason to throw up his fists in the face of his God who let his mother die. Through all the grief and tears, she still passed in pain anyway. Now you think of saying, there's no use in praying, but still, he bows his head so he can say:
"Thank you, for ending her pain."
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Bregolien smiled serenely as he watched her treat the tree, noting the gentleness with which she handled the task, despite what he had first taken to be a coarse nature. He felt a disconnected sense of relief when the tree blossomed back into full health, swaying and whispering in the wind once more, the breeze's whistle almost like some strange language, with words that could almost be picked out.
"Side?" He asked upon her query. "I cannot claim to be unbiased; I have had...altercations with Elves before, and have reason enough for resent, but no, I do not partake to a 'side'. It is not in my nature to be vengeful, or to hold a grudge. Hatred and prejudice are not emotions I fall easily into. As a human, I am entitled to mistrust from Elves, certainly, and I must work harder to earn the camaraderie of one than I might have had to in ages past, but that is all." He rose to his feet as she did, moving the few yards to pick up his belongings, securing his hunting cloak about his broad shoulders, and storing his helm in Andaer's saddlebag.
"As a ranger, my primary duty is to protect those who walk the roads to and fro, keep threatening beasts from entering populated areas and the like, but my protection does not cease its span outside my own race." He whistled sharply to Andaer, who trotted over, nickering softly and nuzzling his rider's forehead. The borderman smiled, stroking the stallion's muzzle affectionately after he had re-fastened his gauntlets. He made quick work of replacing the saddle and bit, his movements practised and precise, then swung lithely onto the powerful equine's back, noting that Elwing had done the same with her own mount.
"Aye, time is truly of no object in this place, so long as I may rest assured I will see the open plains again, whether it be today, on the 'morrow, or some time after that." He replied, clicking his tongue to urge Andaer forward, the Arabian settling to a steady trot. Brego stiffened slightly when he heard the faint hoofbeats behind them, like a horse shifting impatiently from one foot to the other, stepping forward, only to pull back when its reigns were yanked. Gently kicking his heels into the joinder of Andaer's hind legs, he leaned forward, skillfully staying abreast as the horse loped powerfully just behind Hevlena.
He was only mildly surprised when the trees began to part, having assumed that this mysterious woman's secret ways might consist of such travels. He resisted the urge to spur as he felt and heard, more than saw the brush closing behind him, knowing somewhere in his mind that the closing branches would not catch up with him. He concentrated solely on riding, and perhaps just slightly on the fair hair of Elwing, flying behind her like a tassel as she rode, for a time, coming completely to the present when he heard Andaer's hooves splashing through water, noting they had reached one of the river's tributaries. He pulled gently at the reigns, slowing eventually to a stop, and looking to Elle for instruction, now far from sight of the path he had originally intended to take, and also away from the sound of pursuing hooves.
"Indeed, let us go thence, but not over-fast; there is no need to rush, and risk one of our mounts placing a hoof in the hole of some forest creature."
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