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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 6, 2009 22:24:05 GMT -5
Pain shot through her legs as she toppled forward, face making contact with the loosely packed soil, sticks and leaves clinging to the long black waves growing from her scalp, breathing slowing as she finally relaxed. It was healing. Laying in the arms of mother nature and letting your body catch up on everything while being comforted. This comfort was to be denied for the elf as shouts rose out of the quiet, slowly becoming louder as they neared her current location in the dirt.
Arlenwa got to her feet, strides lengthening as they cried out, alerting their companions of her position. How strange that again she was being driven to this place. The beach. It seemed she always ended up there.. Usually of her own design, but apparently it was the will of the men chasing her. Then again, she was leading this chase. Clearly this was 'of her own design'.
The edge of a cliff seemingly formed before her feet, and the elf had to throw herself backwards to prevent a fall. Grimacing, she stood, leaning slightly to one side and grasping her left side. The waves crashed below, washing over the jagged edges violently. As if furious at the fact that they were deprived a chance to carry her body to another land.. Make the people there wonder who, and even what she was.
Ignoring the sounds, the elf whipped around, now bloody hand pulling her sword from her side, eyes locked on the shapes of men coming towards her. Their supposed leader took several steps forward, arms outstretched and palms open. "I will not harm you Elf. Just give me the sword and come back." He smiled, taking another step. Raising her sword she narrowed her eyes, stepping neither backwards nor forwards. "You know I won't. So why bother wasting your breath?" She challenged, corners of her mouth lifting slightly in a coy grin. "As you wish. No games.."
The man rushed her, and in a dance of blood and steel the elf's blade finally cut into the flesh just above his heart. Shocked, his eyes moved to the spot, and taking advantage of this Arlenwa pushed him off the edge in a flurry of dust and rocks. Ignoring the sound of his body smashing into the rocks below and sliding into the ocean she fought the others. The men were eventually spent as was Arlenwa though she didn't dare show it. Just that would give them encouragement and they would kill her. Easily.
"Last chance. Live or die?" Another man spoke up, but she ignored his voice, throwing a dagger which hit him, and he fell. The three or so men exchanged glances, and jogged away, shouting profanities and threats in the elf's direction.
As soon as they were out of sight, a shaky breath was taken, eyes closing for a moment. Blood covered her whole front, her own life-blood soaking the whole of her left side and some trailing down the back. Shuddering eyes opened again and she picked her way down the opposite cliffside and onto the beach.
The blood was already drying. She could feel it sticking to the cloth of her dress, and torn bits of her dress becoming attached to the skin of her wounds. If she didn't get it off and clean herself, the dress would be hell to take off again. Without hesitation she stripped down, slowly moving into the ocean, wincing at the burning sensation. Sure, salt water wasn't good for the wounds, but it was better than ripping off the scabs and reopening her wounds.
Kneeling next to her clothing, she lifted it, holding several parchments between slender fingers. "Orders to move, soldier formations, battle plans.." she mumbled, light eyes moving from line to line. "The Anorians will never win if they place their men so carelessly." Why did she have such important documents that didn't belong to her own people? Of course she didn't steal them..
Top row of pearly teeth bit into the softness of her lips, and she pulled the torn, blood covered traveling dress over her body, wincing at it scratched the tender areas. The dried blood clinging to the soft fabric made it as uncomfortable as wearing a gown of needles. She sat down again, pushing the orders into a bag laying in the sand. Blue eyes were focused on the ocean, the roar had died down since she had moved away from the cliffs.
The unwelcome coolness of steel met the warmth of her neck, the whole of her frame freezing. "Better hold still elf. I'll be needing those papers of yours." She made no move, fully prepared to fight the man off, but he pulled her to his chest, obviously ready to kill her if she didn't obey. Damn all men. She thought bitterly, thinking back to her last encounter with a man on this very beach. "I can.. give you something else if you let me go." Of course she'd never hold up her end of the bargain, but still he laughed, pressing his sword against her neck more. "I want nothing to do with an elf," he spat the word out, adding more pressure to the weapon to her throat.
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Post by Byron on Jun 7, 2009 16:01:52 GMT -5
Esta crouched silently close by. She had chosen her hiding spot carefully, half buried under the sand and by a small rock good enough to hide her face and shoulders. Her golden hair was gently braided back, away from her face, but was let loose in the back to help hide. She was proped up on her elbows slightly above the sand, bow in hand and an arrow fighted into it's proper place. But it was not pulled back. If trouble came, Esta would be ready to help. She had been at the beach, simply having fun in the sand until distant sounds made her freeze. There was fighting, and it was a group of guys against one. Thinking quickly, she ran back to her things, and came back just to find one left, and he had caught this person off guard. Esta felt the need to help. She knew Byron wasn't far away, being expected to join her for dinner tonight. So there was always backup. Scooting forward slowly, the sand shifting gently as she straightened out and crawling forward to watch. Every nerve in her body was tence, ready, but something held her back. She was afraid; never actually in such a situation. She nervously shifted from her right knee to her left knee, then back to the right knee again. Feeling as if she couldn't wait anylonger, she took a deep breath and tried to strengthen her voice to sound older and stronger. Being a story teller made such things possible. She could easily project her voice, choosing many different tones and pitches to make her stories even more life like. 'It's time to play.' She thought mescheviously. "BACK UP!" She said loudly, still crouched and hidden. "Back away and leave the lady unharmed! If you do not do as WE wish, we'll shoot!" She hissed angrily, succeeding in making her sound much stronger. She closed her eyes tightly. 'Please let this work. I need him to get away. Run. What if he doesn't listen?' She opened her eyes and grinned to herself, gray eyes never straying from the man's face. 'I'll have to think of something that's what!' She giggled quietly. { Word count: 362 } {Notes: Hope you don't mind if I just drop in  } |
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 7, 2009 17:39:30 GMT -5
"BACK UP!" At the first syllable.. Arlenwa felt the man's body freeze, his muscles tightening, and in turn, his blade cutting into her neck though she didn't make a sound. "Back away and leave the lady unharmed! If you do not do as WE wish, we'll shoot!" We? Relief was expressed on her face, body relaxing. The man let go, whipping around to face whoever 'they' were, eyes narrowed.
Wasting no time Arlenwa pulled a dagger for her waist, stabbed him once in the back and he fell to the sand. Clearly shocked. She pushed him onto his back, and finished him. She had to force herself not to grimace, thinking of all the men she had killed in only thirty minutes or so. Sure she had been in battles, but some of the men had to be somewhat innocent.. Not knowing what they were really doing.
The elf pressed her middle and index finger to the wound on her neck, the blood instantly clotting and skin sealing. Eyes flickered over to 'them', clearly puzzled when she spotted the lone figure, hiding a ways away from where she stood. "Rim hennaid stranger.." (Many thanks) A hand reached down to her bag slowly, eyes scanning the area looking for others. Finding no one she pulled the bag over her shoulder, making sure the parchments were still inside. "You were bluffing weren't you?" She asked, taking a few steps closer.
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Post by Byron on Jun 7, 2009 19:02:59 GMT -5
Esta leaped to her feet when the elf adressed her, sand pouring off. A grin flashed across her face. "Bluffing?!" She squeaked slightly. "No way! WE was a little ways away, but there WAS a we. But not really. WE was me, and someone who's most likely around here... somewhere.... Does that make any sence?" She asked, looking up at the elf, somewhat confusing herself.
She put her arrow away with a small humm, sliding it back into her quiver and dusting the sand of her arms and legs. She pushed her golden hair off her shoulder, back onto her back and skipped forward a little bit, sand spraying away from her little elven boots. "Are you alright though? Did he hurt you?" She asked, worried. If she needed help, Esta could surely take her back to her place. She clearly remembered a little box filled with things she used to help with cuts and bruses everytime. They were on a little shelf by the purple flowers.
Esta's gaze quickly flicked to the man's body on the ground. What was the lady doing that caught him to chase after her? Curiosity flared, but was quickly doused, desiding it wasn't a good thing to get into. Instead, admiration took over. 'That lady was caught by a big group of men, then when I had her back turned there was only one left! That was amazing! She must have been really brave!'
Esta pushed thoughts away, and looked back up at the elf, eagerly waiting her responce. "Are you cut? Are you bleeding?!" She gasped. "OH NO! Are you dying?!" She asked, voice dropping to a whisper, the little kid exauration making her eyes widen, hands covering her nose and mouth in shock and surprise.
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{Notes: Nyaww... XD }
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 8, 2009 10:20:49 GMT -5
The elf laughed, intrigued by the level of.. excitement coming from her in waves. "In a way, I think it does." Eyes followed each movement as the younger one put away her arrow, lips pursed. She traveled alone with those kind of men wandering about? Well, they weren't really wandering, but they were out there. Ready to torture and kill what or who they see fit.
Shaking her head a hand reached to her neck without thinking. "No, I'm fine. I just have a few scratches here and there." Scratches. Ha. That was a strecth. The sudden change in her voice and expression surprised Arlenwa somewhat, brows raising instead of laughing at the sight. "Dying?" She shook her head, smiling. "No. It would take a lot more than a few cuts to kill me." The elf grasped the hilt of her sword, grip tightening and loosening around it as a means of comfort, as she found herself unable to shake the thought of death away despite the happy young one that had saved her life. "I believe you have saved my life.." she trailed off, remembering they had not exchanged names. How rude. This stranger had saved her life and here she was, being rude. "I am Arlenwa." She smiled, dipping her head forward slightly out of respect. So young, and yet still very brave.
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Post by Byron on Jun 12, 2009 18:41:51 GMT -5
Esta grinned. "Hello Arlenwa! My name's Esta! Esta Arielimnda!" She smiled, yet it was very well hiding her troubled thoughts. She was attacked without very many injuries, which was pretty neat, but then again, scratches can get infected if not treated properly. They needed to be clean and sparkly before you could go wandering about. Her cheeks flushed slightly in embarassment, quickly looking at the ground, and with one foot drew lazy circles in the sand, arms folded behind her. "It was nothing, really! I saw you were in trouble and I came to help!""But scratches hurt really badly! And they could get inf-infected! That's no good! We've got some things at my house that I always use on my cuts! That way everything would be okay!" She blinked up at the large elf, smilling that innocent little kid grin. Pride from her 'smart' little decisions about cuts and safely 'healing' them. 'Arlenwa's really strong if she can go with just scratches and fighting all at once.' She smiled, not really convinced of her 'scratches'. {Word count: 174} {Notes: Sorry. A little dead.  And thanks! She's fun! XD } |
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 14, 2009 12:07:22 GMT -5
"I am very glad to meet you Esta." She smiled, hand dropping from the hilt of her sword, eyes scanning the treeline briefly. The throbbing in her neck and side increased as she moved, pain like small needles stabbing into burnt flesh erupted over the wounds with each movement. She could stop bleeding, but that didn't mean she could escape the pain. "And for that, I am very grateful." She grinned, watching Esta. "Is there anything I can do for you in return?"
"But scratches hurt really badly! And they could get inf-infected! That's no good! We've got some things at my house that I always use on my cuts! That way everything would be okay!" Lips pursed and she shook her head. We've? "I have something I must do before I can take any time for myself. I will live. Infections do not always kill you." Sensitive ears picked up the souds of feet shuffling along the forest floor, and she looked over the treeline again, breathing evenly as to not disturb her injured areas. "First, I believe we need to get out of the open." Arlenwa looked back as Esta, smile now gone, hopefully showing that everything she had said was not debatable. She could not take time for healing, and they had to get off the beach. Quickly.
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Post by Byron on Jun 15, 2009 19:46:59 GMT -5
Esta smiled as Arlenwa relaxed her hand of the hilt of her sword. It made the littler elf feel slightly more comfortable. She shook her head from side to side in a big mannor, making her golden hair flip side to side. "Nope! I'm glad I could help!" She grins cheerily, watching the other carefully. There was something that she was keeping secret, Esta could almost feel it. It was like the climax and the suspence in the story. Already, new thoughts and plots for her never ending one popped up and danced around in her head for a while.
Noises caught her sensitive ears and she fell very quiet and still. Arlenwa was right about the infections, they don't always happen, and don't always kill people either. If Arlenwa said she was alright, then Esta would just have to deal with that. She wasn't going to go about questioning others.
Esta locked gazes with Alenwa, knowing that that conversation was over, done, gone, like yesterday's sunshine. She nodded slowly and ever so slightly. What she said made sence, and if there were more around here, then they both needed to get out of there lickedy split.
"Alright, Miss Arlenwa! What ever floats your boat!" She half smiled, before flipping the hair off her shoulder, and listening carefully, watching up at the taller elf, ready for her first move.
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