Let Loose the Arrow(Kali;Ren)

[Arlenwa Nenharma]

Ithilwen Maethoriel Foxe

You've stripped me down, the layers fall like rain
It's over now, just innocence and instinct still remain
You watched me while I slowly disappeared
I reached for you to save me, you were frozen in your fear

This day would be like every single other day. Get up, wash up, get dressed, and plan out the day as best a wanderer can. It would be time to hunt soon. What would it be today? Wolf.. or cougar? Ithilwen hummed quietly to herself, pushing her dagger into the bottom of her bag, light colored hair lifted slightly by the breeze. "Or maybe I should just be myself today.." She laughed darkly, stood, and threw her bag over her shoulder.

It was a strange thing to other people.. To be a shape shifter that is. You could be something else whenever you needed a break, and Ithil felt like she needed a break all the time. Most emotions were too complicated to deal with sometimes, and the thrill of the speed you could possess as an animal was thrilling. That's why much of Ithil's time was spent as one.

Hands reached out from the inside of her cloak, gathering it around her a little more as she grabbed her bow. The pale color and elegant swirls at the ends could easily identify it as not made by human hands, and it wasn't. An elf made it. Ithil's father to be exact. The woman sighed, truding through the forest, eyes watching as snow floated lazily down from the cloud laden skies. It was a nice day, weather wise anyway, and Ithil would take advantage of that. It was time to travel again.

Ithilwen, now a dark roan mare, trotted briskly, the cold air filling her lungs. Out of her 'human' form, she could feel the cold more, as her elven blood blocked most of the chill out. Her blackened tail flicked harshly at her sides as she sped to a gallop, eyes darting around, ears flicking about, searching for sounds of possible prey. Nostrils flared, her form at a halt. She could smell them. Deer. West of where she was now, and they didn't seem to be moving. Grazing probably.

Today, she would do things differently. Instead of taking the easy way of a wolf or cougar, she became a two-leg again, body naked. Though she could barely feel the chill nipping at her pale skin, she quickly slipped on her light dress, roughly fastening the clasp of her cloak around her neck, hood up. She wasn't afraid of being seen without her clothes, but she didn't think anyone really deserved to see. Well, they probably shouldn't see anyway. Her body was something to be saved if she ever found someone, but it seemed unlikely. Or, maybe that was just what she hoped for.

Heightened senses again caught wind of the small herd, and she climbed into a tree, watching as, slowly, the thin animals filed into a clearing, a stag looking around nervously. He could feel that clearings were dangerous, and he was right to think so. Today was a bad day for him to risk grazing in a clearing. Ithilwen pulled her bow from her back, notching an arrow, and took aim. Her breathing slowed out of habit to steady her aim, keen eyes watching the stag shifted about. Ithilwen let the arrow fly, the sharp tip embedding itself in the frozen ground, the stag galloping away in terror. "Damn," she muttered, leaping from the branch and landing gracefully. Ithilwen walked over to the arrow, pulling it from the ground. Fingertips brushed a few hairs caught in a chink of the arrowhead. It had grazed the buck, but it wasn't close enough. "Damn," she repeated, fingers curling around the tip of her bow as she stood, eyes scanning the treeline. You'll just have to find yourself another animal Ithil.



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[Queen Alassëa]

Renascence;;
Escaping Reality


Renascence turned his body when he felt the sun upon his skin. He tried to keep his eyes closed tightly, but after a while he finally opened them. He groaned as he pushed himself up from his lumpy bed on the floor. He looked around the empty forest, hearing the birds chirping, feeling the sun upon their feathers. Ren got up and made his way over to the small creek he had fell asleep next too. He also liked to camp out near some kind of water source. He cupped the water in his hands and splashed it into his face feeling the cold water against his hot skin. He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair as he stood up and made his way back to the campsite where he put on a white shirt which still showed off his chest, though he didn’t seem to mind.

To the untamed eye he was a normal mortal, a poor traveler who spent most of his time on the ground or in cheap rooms. No, that was far from the truth. Renascence had been born from a long linage of shape shifters. Ever since from an early age he had learned the ways and now he would say he was a master at it – but he was not perfect. Perhaps it was because he had a big ego and because of that he messed up once or twice (perhaps more) but he wouldn’t admit it. Ren could shape shift into any form he had seen before, but there are some things he could never change. He could only turn into a male, his eye stays the same color and he cannot stay in that form forever. It’s not like he does this often, mostly just for laughs. Of course Ren was far from being perfect, he slipped up, if he was tired or hurt then he had a harder time transforming and if he manages to do that then he cannot stay in that shape or form for too long. He was also much more venerable in that stage.

His thoughts went back to his first and only love Lillian. How she was taken away from him. Then his thoughts went to his son, whom he had failed. He had wished he had kept his son, but he was too heartbroken to see his son, who looked just like his mother. Ren shook his head, pushing away the memories. He had made his choice, it was probably for the best. Who knows what kind of rotten life he would have had if he stayed with his father. This way, he could grow up in a nice complete family.

Renaissance placed everything he owned – which was not much – into a bag and swung it across his shoulder and began to walk forward. He stayed in his human shape more then most, but once in a while he liked to shape shift into a wolf or some other speedy animal to feel the wind against his fur. He also like to immediate and confuse people - although they usually can tell that he is not whom they think he is (unless they’re pretty dumb, which there were quite a few of them) It did not take him long to spot the female off into the distance. Right away he could tell who she was. He had a fifth sense for those kinds of things. He leaned against a tree and watched her for a few minutes before he finally made his way behind her.

“Well this is a rare sight to behold. I have not seen a shape shifter in quite some time.” He said to her and it was true. He had spent much time alone, but in the last couple of years, not one shape shifter, he almost feared they were extinct. But, no, there was another one right in front of him.

Word Count: 681
Thoughts: I hope he is okay. I tried to not make him seem all powerful because he’s not xD(he may act it though)

[Arlenwa Nenharma]

Ithilwen Maethoriel Foxe

You've stripped me down, the layers fall like rain
It's over now, just innocence and instinct still remain
You watched me while I slowly disappeared
I reached for you to save me, you were frozen in your fear

“Well this is a rare sight to behold. I have not seen a shape shifter in quite some time.” The animals within Ithilwen screamed in fury, warning her of the approaching male even before she heard his voice, but she remained as she was. She calmed herself before turning slowly to face him, eyes guarded, ready to shift if he tried anything. "And just how much did you see?" Ithil grimaced mentally at a thought of her shifting from an equine form. Hopefully he hadn't seen her.. bare body.

"Never mind," she said, waving her hand as if to dismiss her question. "Why are you here?" She took a step back to study him, and admittedly, to keep a safe distance. Even if he wasn't attacking her now, he could be, and she wanted to delay that for as long as possible. He was likely to be stronger, but Ithil was surely faster and could dodge.

Living the life of a loner, one taught themself to be wary of strangers, to never let their guard down even if someone appeared to be friendly right from the start. All of it could easily be a facade, but maybe not. Better to be safe than sorry, eh? Ithil shifted the bow in her hands before strapping it to her back again, jostling her arrows a bit. She always had her daggers..

"I am-" She stopped, leaving introductions out. Why should she tell him anything? He was the one who had come over to her, and he would be answering some questions as far as Ithil was concerned. Besides, if he knew she was a shape shifter it wasn't that difficult to make up a story about a man-eating wolf in the forest and tell it to villagers nearby. Then she'd be in for it.

The last place she had visited, the villagers grew angry when they found out she was a shape shifter- something to be afraid of. She was different. That alone condemned her. The woman raised a single brow, studying him. "Who might you be anyway?" This man looked slightly cleaner, and less- well, ugly to be blunt, than most of the common men wandering the free lands. He had thick, dark hair, green eyes, and a bit of stubble on the chin.

Ithilwen looked at the underside of one of her arm wrappings, words written in blurred ink on the cloth. She couldn't read it very well now, but she could make out a date. It had been seven and a half months since she had visited her sister. She would be having the baby soon enough, and another visit was to be paid. Quickly, she looked back up to the stranger. She had forgotten about him, and that wasn't good. Keep up Ithil! She scolded herself, watching him with weary, bored eyes.



{Word Count: 472}
{Notes: Can't squeeze anything else out right now for Ithil.. o.o Which is weird because I was overflowing with muse for her when I was making her...}

[Queen Alassëa]

Renascence;;
Escaping Reality

Ren shook his head at her words. For he really did not see anything, but he could just sense she was a shape shifter, he had a sixth sense about these type of things, but he did not know why. Shape shifters was the only one he could tell apart from other species – unless it was quite obvious what species they were like elves, vampires or dwarfs. However he could not tell apart a demon from a human unless there was something very different between them. Ren remained silent, still leaned up against the tree as he watched her. “Nope, I just know who you are…and even if I could not tell and just assumed by your reaction it would mean I was correct.” He said with a small smile as he pushed himself off of the tree and walked a few paces toward her, but paused to where he was only a few feet away from her. He did not wan to startle her or anything like that. After all they were both the same species and he hadn’t seen a shape shifter in some time, other then himself.

“Why am I here? I think I should be asking you that question as well.” He said with a slow nod of his head, he was curious why she was out here, then again it would be agreeable that she had ever right to wonder what he was doing out here. “Hmm, well let’s just say that I’m camping out here, will that satisfy your curiosity?” He asked her with a tilt of his head. He took his hand and ran it through his hair as he took a deep breath. He was a nomad, never staying in the same place for too long, because after a while it got dull and brought back memories he would rather leave without.

“Who am I? That is such a vague question.” He said with a smile that flickered across his thin lips. Yes, he was a prankster and very sarcastic he wasn’t one to go right to the point he often had to mess around with others some and he still didn’t always give everyone a straight answer. He was that type of guy. Some people found it funny while others found him quite annoying, but he could care less what others thought about him. He had given up on others opinion a long time ago. Words no longer affected him. He did not answer her for some time, and time came to a point where it almost seemed as though he was not going to answer her very simple question. Finally he sighed and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was defeated at something (yeah he’s weird xD) “I’m Renascence.” He said the name rolling off his tongue with much ease. “Or Ren for short, whichever you prefer to call me, its fine with me.”

“Now that we got that out of the way, perhaps you can inquire me with you name?” He asked with a raised brow. He could tell she was quite suspicious about him, he was a suspicious fellow, but he really wasn’t planning on harming her or trying or anything like that. He wasn’t trying to be rude, it was just a habit that was almost impossible for him to break. He sighed when he realized that she probably was suspicious because she thought he was a human. “Oh, sorry, don’t worry I won’t hurt you. I’m just like you, ya know?” He said not out blurting that he was a shape shifter, he really couldn’t make anything easy.

Word Count: 618
Thoughts: yay for a WAY long over due reply xD

[Arlenwa Nenharma]

Ithilwen Maethoriel Foxe

You've stripped me down, the layers fall like rain
It's over now, just innocence and instinct still remain
You watched me while I slowly disappeared
I reached for you to save me, you were frozen in your fear

“Nope, I just know who you are…and even if I could not tell and just assumed by your reaction it would mean I was correct.” He knew who she was? Hopefully, he wasn't.. stalking her. No, that wasn't probable. He probably meant he knew she was a shape shifter, but that wasn't the greatest news either. Her brows pushed together, small folds of skin appearing on her face in wrinkles along her forehead. A look of confusion and waryness(Sp). Her eyes traveled down to her ink-stained arm wrappings, and looking up again she froze for a moment, seeing he was closer now and away from the tree.

“Why am I here? I think I should be asking you that question as well.” She smirked, and shrugged. Ithil wouldn't give him any information about her unless he told her something that she could tell about herself equally, or she would tell him less about herself than he told her about himself. “Hmm, well let’s just say that I’m camping out here, will that satisfy your curiosity?” She watched as he tilted his head, ran a hand through his hair, a small smile creeping across her lips. "Satisfying enough."

“Who am I? That is such a vague question.” A mystery man, eh? Maybe he was smart, he knew bigger words than most of the bumbling idiots that swarmed the taverns of each town, barely working to produce food their fellow man would need when war fell upon their village. The man was silent for a few moments, and her body nearly twitched in anticipation. He could be dangerous, her mind kept saying. “I'm Renascence.” Ithil smile widened, and she relaxed. If he could give out his name without attacking her, maybe he wasn't here to do exactly that. “Or Ren for short, whichever you prefer to call me, its fine with me.” The female nodded, "I suppose it's a pleasure to meet you then, Ren."

“Now that we got that out of the way, perhaps you can inquire me with you name?” Again, she tensed, ready to flee. What if it was someone from a village after her for something she had done? After all, she did do a lot of things that would make villagers.. angry and possibly homicidal. "First name's Ithilwen, but Ithil or Mae work." She paused, studying him for a moment, lips pursed in thought. "In fact, I prefer one of those two."

“Oh, sorry, don’t worry I won’t hurt you. I’m just like you, ya know?” A single brow raised, and her hand moved to the dagger at her hip. Was he merely trying to calm her so he could kill her? She sighed quietly, looking away for a moment. It seemed everything she did involved preparing to be attacked or hunted, but it didn't sound like he was even close to thinking about that.. Perhaps this Ren wasn't someone she should be afraid of? "It's strange.. meeting another like me." Her gaze moved back to him from the ground, arms at her sides, teeth pressing into the softness of her bottom lip as she thought. It had been so long since she'd seen another shape shifter... So very long..



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{Notes: xD Hehe.. "Ithil wouldn't give him any information about her unless he told her something that she could tell about herself equally, or she would tell him less about herself than he told her about himself." = I have no idea what that means =D}