i do this from time to time

[Arlenwa Nenharma]

I'm here again
A thousand miles away from you 
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am.

Arlenwa had expected some sort of attack, but she didn't think he would try to rip her throat out. She began to kick, but it did no good. He was stronger than her, and there was no way to escape. She felt his teeth at her throat, and the pain that followed she did not imagine could have been so horrible. The elf lay, practically naked, only a few shreds of her dress remained. "Ada," (Father) her voice was interrupted by the blood now in her throat. Her body trembled fear and regret the only thing motivating her to continue speaking. "Im ruthui.. Im harnannen.... Aníron gladhad." (I'm angry.. I'm wounded... I want to laugh.)

The elf sat up, the bleeding in her throat had stopped. She was blessed she was able to control liquids.. not only water. She moved over to the broken shape shifter, staying a somewhat safe distance away. "Goheno nin shape shifter." (forgive me shape shifter) She knew he could not speak her language, but it was still hard to concentrate. The scent of blood was overwhelming. She looked over his body, stopping the bleeding in the areas he was most wounded, physically unable to do much more. "No galu govad gen." (May blessings go with you)


With what strength she had left she whistled, and Sakar galloped onto the beach, his nostrils flaring at the scents that plagued him. Weakly, Arlenwa lifted the shape shifter onto the stallion. She had given him an elven 'blessing' to keep him still and to not damage himself any further. Even if he did not want her help, he was going to get it. She mounted the stallion, sitting behind him after draping her cloak over his naked body. "Noro lim Sakar!" (Run on Sakar) The stallion obeyed, galloping swiftly, dodging trees and bushes when needed.

Hooves sounded on cobblestone, a weary elf directing him into a small elven city. Arlenwa was breathing hard, and the road before her was blurred. "Sa farn palan.. Rim hennaid mellon nin." (This is far enough. Many thanks my friend) She murmured to the stallion as she stumbled dismounting. Arlenwa looked around. She had gone to the back end to save the shape shifter, and herself, from the stares. "Man sâd telil?" (Where are you from?) A male elf sentry called down from the small wall. "Telin o Aglar Arda." (I come from Aglar Arda) "Now let me in. He is wounded." The sentry's eyes widened as he recognized the she-elf. He opened the gate quickly. "Le hannon."(thank you)

Arlenwa led Sakar through the back roads and up to the main building. "Help." She motioned for a guard. He helped her carry him into a room while Sakar was led to the stables. "Sollo i fen. I will tend to him."(Close the door) He nodded, closing the door behind him.

The elf sighed, cleaning his wounds and pressing plant mixtures into them. Some she tended to with other things, and wrapped him in bandages, dressing him in loose pants and a shirt. When she had finished, she tended to herself, her neck had given her the most trouble. Arlenwa sat in a chair in a dark corner, thinking in silence. You always have to ruin something... don't you Arlenwa?

A sudden increase in pain in her throat made her turn her head suddenly, as if trying to stop it. Even though she had stopped the bleeding, her throat would take a long time to heal. She would probably have scars. This, such a silly thing, brought tears to her eyes. Hadn't professional healers come in to make sure both their scars would be barely visible? They'd still be there.. But you deserve them. She tilted her head back in pain, sending fire through the nerves of the damaged tissues. She slammed her book on a table, and went over to the balcony.

Why was she so concerned about him anyway? If it were the other way around he would have killed her. He probably would have done terrible things. Maybe she should have killed him? Quietly, she went back to the chair and began reading again. Mood swings? Seemed like it.

No i brestanneth anírach tírad vi amar.
Be the change you wish to see in the world.

I have tried that and it doesn't work. Nothing works. The she-elf looked up at the shape shifter when she thought he had stirred, but seeing it was nothing she returned to her book, ignoring the horrid pain burning her body.

{Word Count: 749}
{Notes: Changed some stuff up.

[Zane Colt]

i’d build you an empire from here to the far lands
to spread love like violence

The pain that now pulsed throughout his body was almost like the sensation of an earthquake. At the moment, the world seemed very far off, the darkness that consumed his vision the only thing that actually registered in his mind. What was it that had caused this? His startled mind attempted a useless thought process, thinking back to anything that had happened, but his brain failed to register anything. Zane felt pain, but his brain was so shocked, that he couldn't even remember his own last name. The vague awareness of being moved against his will was his only alert to the fact that he might be in the process of being taken somewhere. Voices reached his ears, but they were faint and almost alien. That language, it was only the speakings of elves. Hey, wait a second. Something was coming to the surface of his thoughts... The elf girl. With that singular and seemingly unimportant thought, his recent activities came flooding back to him with such speed, that his clockwork actually ached from the sudden knowledge. His eyelids fluttered, as his orbits moved underneath them, his brow furrowing with frustration. Without even the slightest warning, Zane convulsed, his fragile body powerfully shuddering, sending more blood pumping out of his wounds. It was then that all pain went out like a light, a heavy numbing taking over his entire body, sending him into a deep sleep.

Blackness. Emptiness. It had consumed him with good intentions, but had left him in a comma-like state, his body appearing lifeless. After such a long time, waking was a difficult process, his body catching flashes of awareness, but then it would dim, returning to darkness. Once an eternity had passed, light appeared, his orbs drinking it in, a stickiness about his lids from being closed for so long. He lay there with a look of awe on his face, as it he had been blind all his years, but had now been allowed to open his eyes and see the world. Zane gingerly touched his nose and though it was sore, there was no more blood and that was certainly a good thing. It occurred to him that he was not at the beach when his eyes caught the wall before him. Walls meant rooms and rooms meant buildings. Who had brought him here? Surely not that sorry excuse for an elf...?

Zane whipped his head to the side, perhaps a bit too fast, for a splitting headache coursed through his head, nearly causing him to scream out in pain. Once his pain calmed, he focused his eyes, making out the hazy shape of a figure, as his vision cleared his mouth dropped. For a moment he simply sat there staring at his attacker, eventually though, he managed to close his mouth. Finding the ability to speak was as much a challenge as finding a needle in a haystack. Once he found his voice though, there was a harsh lash out of words. "Why have you brought me here elf?" With hatred in his eyes Zane stared at her, rage spilling from his soul with a heavy stream. She was so strange, first she had nearly killed him, and now she had brought him for healing from elves of all creatures!?!? Jeez, maybe she was crazy. A deep sigh rumbled his throat, for he knew that he might as well thank he for taking him here. Wait. Why should he do that? She didn't have to save him, there was no reason for him to thank her! Zane scowled at his thoughts, trying to reason with himself, telling himself that he should try to get on her good side, not her bad side.

"Um, uh..." 'Just SAY it you idiot!' A silent snarl rippled through him. This apology was much harder than it should be. "Thank you. For taking me here.... wherever here is..." He looked away, but turned his pools back toward her. "And sorry for biting your neck... I'm not a vampire, I swear. The shifter chuckled at his jest, but Zane silenced himself, reminding himself that just hours ago he had in fact tried to kill the elf. With a critical expression painted noticeably upon his features, he crossed him arms across his chest. "Well, I might as well introduce myself to you... I'm Zane Colt. And believe it or not, I'm not always this... uh... moody." Smiling apologetically, he decided to keep his mouth shut for a bit and let her speak.

WORD NUMBER_ [ seven - four - nine ]
MUSE_ so so
THOUGHTS_ gah
SONG_ nada

[Arlenwa Nenharma]

Enemy, familiar friend 
My beginning and my end.

"Why have you brought me here elf?" Arlenwa looked up calmly from her book, a faint flicker of relief in her eyes for a moment. She set the book down, relieved she actually hadn't killed him. Why should she have cared if he died? Her brothers.. Yes, one reason.

"Um, uh..." She stood, slightly irritated at his silly moodswings. "Thank you. For taking me here.... wherever here is..." The elf made no move to get closer. Her trust in him was virtually non-existent, but.. she he probably didn't trust her all that much either. "And sorry for biting your neck... I'm not a vampire, I swear." A faint grin moved along her lips before disappearing into a thin line, a wary expression on her face. His comment made her tense, a hand prodding the wound gently. Small blips of pain seared across the area of destroyed tissue, but the pain didn't show on her face. She wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction now.

"Well, I might as well introduce myself to you... I'm Zane Colt. And believe it or not, I'm not always this... uh... moody." She laughed quietly. Moody? He was probably bloody crazy! Well, maybe not, but is was okay to be on the safe side.. Right? "Well, I would say it's been a pleasure meeting you Mr. Colt, but.. as you know we didn't really meet under the best terms." She grimaced at how.. political? No, how ridiculously polite she sounded. "Arlenwa Nenharma," she offered the information, eyeing him.

"Sorry.. I... attacked you." She gestured to the bandages wrapped gently, yet securely around him with a hand. "I'm not usually crazy either." Actually, she was never crazy. Maybe it was an exaggeration to say she was never crazy.. It was, but everyone has their good days and their bad. "It doesn't hurt too much, does it?" A faint smirk passed across her mouth, but gave into a slightly friendly smile.

This Zane character reminded her of Arbellason with his silly smirks and grins.. and, admittedly, not always funny phrases. Maybe not exactly like her twin, but- alright, they weren't much alike at all. Arlenwa couldn't think of anyone he reminded her of.. It amazed her at how all races had different individuals with such variation in personality and appearance. Everyone was different. Some more different than others obviously, but she understood not everyone who was not an elf were not the same as she had believed before.


{Word Count: 410}
{Notes: La. Laaa! Yeah, pretty short, but me Brian is busted.}