Fantasy The Spirit Inside ~ Forest and Village

[Kry]

Lila had shivered again, this time it was when he spoke her name, but it hadn't been a bad shiver. For some reason, having this imposing, powerful stranger speak her name like that had sent a thrill down her spine. She didn't quite understand it, nor did she ponder it very much, pondering it wouldn't have gotten her an answer. Lila did respond to his own introduction, when he explained that part of his name was the last name. "L-lord McKane." She said it very quietly, not wanting to accidentally anger him by saying is name if such a thing wasn't allowed.


It was so hard, getting used to this whole not having a master thing. Then a blanket was draped around her, and she jumped slightly, not really expecting something like that to happen at all. He had shared his food with her, and now he was sharing his blanket. Lila almost wanted to cry, she wasn't worthy of such attention or sweetness. She clutched the edges of the blanket and held it tight around her body, it was warm and wonderful, Lila pulled part of it up to somewhat hide her face from view.


"If-if you like, you can just call me Lila. O-or whatever else you find more fitting for one s-such as I." Her voice was hesitant, uncertain and a bit muffled by the blanket as she rubbed her cheek against part of it. It was the softest blanket she had ever touched, except for the ones on her former master's bed. This was the softest blanket she had ever been allowed to wrap around herself like this. She peeked her head up at McKane from behind the bit of blanket that she had been somewhat hiding behind.


Those green eyes were bright with gratitude, a couple of tears did actually spill down her cheeks from the corners of those eyes. "Th-thank you...for sharing this wonderful blanket with me!" She was truly grateful, but the way she had said some of the words, it almost seemed like she didn't think she was worthy to touch something so comfortable and soft as this blanket.

 

[RP Marshall]

"If you do not come back out within the hour, I will follow you in and save you again, little brother." Belisair thought for a moment.
"Hold on I have something that could help you", he went to his left hip pocket and pulled out a silver string from which a single pearl dangled.


He bent down and wrapped it tightly around Flint's makeshift spear before snapping his fingers and watching as the string was absorbed into the wood ,turning it the same shade of silver, and the pearl wove it's way to the butt of the spear.


"There, that's a basic combat enchantment I made a couple of months ago. It'll give your attacks a bit more accuracy and oomph. Don't worry about wasting it because the pearl has a large mana pool and it's easily replenished." that wasn't entirely true but Flint didn't need to know that. It was glaringly obvious to Belisair that Flint didn't believe in the value of his own life and Belisair was extremely concerned.

Flint

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Cocking his head sideways, Flint ogled at his upgraded spear. He moved a feather over the magical pearl sensing something otherworldly about it. The glimmering spear brought the fearless warrior spirited into the heart of the crow.


"I can actually feel the magic flowing through it. I'm ready for my fate. Wherever it may lead. Thank you Belisair. I will use it well."


Flint triumphantly walked to the front door and leaped for the handle. The door flew open and a stench of woe clutched at Flint's nostrils.


He turn to his comrade solemnly and said, "Good bye."


He entered the shack...

 

[Prrrgadilly]

[QUOTE="RP Marshall]

Flint

​

Cocking his head sideways, Flint ogled at his upgraded spear. He moved a feather over the magical pearl sensing something otherworldly about it. The glimmering spear brought the fearless warrior spirited into the heart of the crow.


"I can actually feel the magic flowing through it. I'm ready for my fate. Wherever it may lead. Thank you Belisair. I will use it well."


Flint triumphantly walked to the front door and leaped for the handle. The door flew open and a stench of woe clutched at Flint's nostrils.


He turn to his comrade solemnly and said, "Good bye."


He entered the shack...

[/QUOTE]
"Farewell Flint, I'll see you again soon.", Belisair watched Flint enter the shack, then he found a nice moss covered log to rest on as he waited. He shouldn't have used so much of his energy on that enchantment, but he needed to be sure that Flint would come back.


"I may be outside those wall Flint, but I haven't left you alone." He looked up and watched the stars talk to the moon as he waited.


The picture of peace.

 

[Alrekr]

"What do you mean... Lord? You don't have to say that... you were enslaved werent you? That explains it." McKane had pieced it together. He wouldnt treat her any differently than when he didnt know that fact. "Look... I dont plan on getting mad at you. If I do, it'll be a threat you said. If it's an insult, I won't give a damn. You're a frightened woman, so... I can't be too harsh


" McKane says, rubbing her back a bit. He giggles at her reaction... He found a bit of pleasure from it. "Im going to call you Lila, y'know, to save the breath." He replies. Once she thanks him, he gave a smile, very warm, wiping away the tears that had spilled. "Its no problem. Really. I can deal with the roughness of the rest of the elements... These are just to make me more comfortable." He answers. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, holding Lila close. "You wanna join up with me? Or do you have stuff to do?"


@Kry

 

[Prrrgadilly]

"What do you mean... Lord? You don't have to say that... you were enslaved werent you? That explains it." McKane had pieced it together. He wouldnt treat her any differently than when he didnt know that fact. "Look... I dont plan on getting mad at you. If I do, it'll be a threat you said. If it's an insult, I won't give a damn. You're a frightened woman, so... I can't be too harsh
" McKane says, rubbing her back a bit. He giggles at her reaction... He found a bit of pleasure from it. "Im going to call you Lila, y'know, to save the breath." He replies. Once she thanks him, he gave a smile, very warm, wiping away the tears that had spilled. "Its no problem. Really. I can deal with the roughness of the rest of the elements... These are just to make me more comfortable." He answers. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, holding Lila close. "You wanna join up with me? Or do you have stuff to do?"


@Kry

((Y'all are just Too Damn CUTE!!!))

 

[Alrekr]

(:3) @Delacare

 

[Kry]

][ @Delacare lol I try my best.][


Lila's body tensed when he guessed that she had been a slave, suddenly afraid of what he might do now. She knew some people would try to enslave her again if they knew she was already a slave, or turn her over to the remaining members of her cruel lords family. She did after all bear his mark upon her left shoulder blade. She relaxed a bit as he continued to speak, reassuring her that he wouldn't get mad at her for trivial things.


Though he had said those reassuring things to her, when he reached out to touch, and rub her back, Lila flinched involuntarily, that body instantly tensing again. Instinctively expecting a violent touch and not a gentle one. After a few moments, she relaxed. Only to flinch and tense again when he reached to wipe away the tears on her face, no one had ever done something like that before, and she could only stare at him.


When he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close, that body again flinched and tensed, and also a slight squeak of surprise escaped her lips and she hid her face with some of the blanket. It was such a gentle touch, reassuring and warm, with this strong, masculine arm around her. It sent a thrilling shiver down her spine, and she began to relax against McKane. Though very unsure as to what she should be doing, she just somewhat leaned against him. Hoping doing such a thing wouldn't upset him, it seemed the natural thing, the right thing to do.


She also couldn't help but feel ashamed, he was wasting such precious things on her. She was undeserving of such gentle attention. That shame was quickly replaced with another emotion. "P-please! I...I'd like to stay with you longer." One purple scaled hand suddenly reached out from beneath the blanket around her, as quick as a snake strike, to cling to the front of his coat. Holding tightly to it, delicate fingers curling tightly into the fabric, her body trembled slightly.


A sudden fear that he would leave her to once again wander this place alone had gripped her entire being when he asked if she would join him. That fear was coupled with another fear, that he would get angry at her for being so forward, so demanding despite his earlier reassurances that he wouldn't get angry at her for such things as that.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

((Well g'night all see ya in about 8hrs. I'm so excited to see Flint fight with that spear.))

 

[Alrekr]

"Youre so nervous... so tense... Its cute." He says, giggling a bit. "Never would I hand you back. You need to learn what kindness feels like..."McKane said. He knew how the system worked. He hated it. Despite hoe many lorda and masters he's slain, they always hardly make a difference. They either die free and quicker or go right back in the cycle. He hated abuse to the core. Everything needed kindness. Even demons. The more civilized ones at least. "Stop flinching, please... I know im intimidating, but i havent mistrested you thus far, have I?" He asks. "To be honest, you need a a break from the lifestyle you've had. How old are you? Not much different than I, I must assume. I went through similar before... When I was young, my father was quite abusive. He laid a shit ton of work on my shoulders, and forced me to do it the hard way. Cinder blocks, carrying water without spilling a drop, whips, and even days without food. The food I got was often table scraps. When I was, oh... 13 years olf in your measurements, I had conpletely mutated the man. He was unidentifiable. His body couldnt be identified as a body... more like a bloody mess." He says, a bit of his backstory revealed now. Shortly after he asks his question, Lila energetically pleaded McKane for him to stay. "Of course, Lila. If you want, i hum you to sleep each night. Treat you the way you should have." McKane says sincerely. "The stuff I'm doing is not a waste. Only a challenge."

 

[RP Marshall]

Flint

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The room was damp from the mead bottles covering the wood floor. The wizard was the cruelest then, throwing a bottle at his nearest test animal in rage. Even after he blacked out, the cold heartless minion would attack anyone it wanted. The creature besides flint's cage was ripped in half and then devoured on that nightmarish evening. Flint could still here the rat's pitiful squeaking.


"Help me! For the gods' sake, help!"


No one could help if they wanted to. They were all under lock and key.


Flint silently hopped down the stairs. Entering the testing room the crow remembered that fateful day. The infamous experiment. the wizard was ruthless as he sliced the bird's small throat. Pulling out the vocal cords, the old man waved his hand at them and chanted an incantation for what seemed like hours. He didn't care if he killed Flint. There were always more animals to use The minion watched from his bed and licked it's lips wanting to drink the blood squirting out.


The ominous door, leading to the cells, was now the only thing keeping the minion from the bird. The bird pushed the door causing a roaring creak. Flint held his puny weapon tight to keep his hands from shaking.


"Give me courage Belisair. I'm going to need it."


He stepped into the dark room only lit by a single candle. On the wall hung an innumerable amount of cages full of malnourished animals. They squinted at the armed warrior as if it was just a one of their dream. Flint shuddered at a rabbit who had had it's ears mutilated. It was the minions doing. Flint tried desperately to block the image out of his head. The rabbit was just a baby at the time. The minion grabbed it while it scream's shook the walls of the jail.


"Where are you devil!" screamed the bird loud enough to stop the horrible memory. "I'm ready for you."


Two sets of glowing yellow eyes appeared above one of the corners of the wall.


The bird bravely shouted out, "It's me Flint! I killed your master and now I have come to kill you!"


The monster stepped into the candle light.


"Meow!" It hissed.


The white fluffy house cat pounced on Flint. The bird, frighten out of his wits, lost his hold on the spear. The cat batted at the bird pinning him to the hard stone floor. Flint immediately swung at the cat's prickly whiskers with his talons, giving the cat a horrendous gash across its face. Leaping to his feet, the crow ran for his weapon. He then turned around to attempted a finishing blown. Flint watch as his spear was knock out of his wing and soared on top of a towering cabinet. The warrior bird fluttered his wings at the cat with the ferocity of a tornado. The cat dropped on it's back and tried to swat at the blows. Flint took this chance to leap into the air as high as he could and proceeded to climb the rest of the way up slowly to his spear. Rolling over, the cat chased the bird up the cabinet. Flint was almost at the top where his spear lay. He reach out for it but the cat had pierced it's claws into Flint's tail. The crow held on tight to the edge of the cabinet knowing this was his last chance at win. With all of his remaining strength he kicked the cat causing it to plummet down. Flint swung himself on to the cabinet retrieving his spear. He looked down to see the cat bobbing it's head, this way and that, waiting for the moment to dodge the weapon.


"You said that my spear would have a better accuracy," Flint spoke to himself. "I hope you were not lying Belisair!"


The bird hurdled the spear as best he could with his weak wing. The cat leaped out of the way to avoid the spear but, as if being led by the hand of an invisible god, the poisonous spear tip entered the minion's breast. The cat tumble in a heap on the floor and lay defeated. It's yellow eyes faded away.


The end of the wizard's reign was over and the animals were free...

 

[Kry]

He had called her cute. Lila blushed, as that word sent another tantalizing thrill down her spine, his touched seemed to do the same thing once she relaxed into it. It was odd, and yet it felt exhilarating at the same time. She was so unused to this kind of attention, she wasn't entirely sure what to do, or how she should react. So she just clung to McKane, as far as flinching at his touch, well she would work on that, but right now it was just an automatic reaction that she couldn't quite control, but Lila would put some effort into controlling it. He was right, he hadn't mistreated her yet.


She remained silent, as he spoke, cringing slightly when he got to the part about destroying his father. Lila did not really enjoy gory details like that, but she didn't complain about it either. If he wanted to tell her these things, she would listen, besides he was talking about himself. Sharing parts of his past with her. Was she even worthy of knowing so much about this kind demon? Lila didn't think so, and she continued to cling tightly to him. He was so strong, and she felt oddly safe, clinging to him like that.


When McKane was done speaking, Lila inhaled deeply. It almost seemed like she wanted to tell him something in return, but she held back. Saying nothing of her past, she answered his question. "Twenty-one...is my age."

 

[Alrekr]

"Listen... we're gonna camp here for the night. Tell stories. Cuddle a bit more. Who knows." McKane says, holding her a little tighter. "Twenty one, eh? Like I said, not much younger or older. Im twenty....though if your saying yesrs old, well, i'm 87." He says. "I'll make sure no more pain reaches you... as much as I can... you can feel safe with me." McKane massages her shoulder with his hand.


(Last post for tonight. I literally headbutted my $180 dollar keyboard from almost passing ot.)

 

[Kry]

Lila remained quiet, but she seemed to snuggle against McKane a bit more, still holding tightly to him. As he massaged her shoulder she relaxed into his touch instead of flinching away from it, it was a conscious effort to do so. He could tell stories if he wanted to, but Lila had no stories to tell, and she was exhausted. She hadn't realized just how completely exhausted she was until now. Now that she felt safe, and didn't have to worry about staying alert for fear of danger.


Those green eyes of hers were already closing and in a matter of minutes Lila was dozing off. It would take just a few minutes longer for the Yuan-ti to fall into actual sleep. It was the first time she had fallen asleep feeling so warm and safe. There was the slightest fear that he might be gone when she woke, or that she had just dreamed up this kind stranger, but that fear was not deep enough to prevent her from falling into a very peaceful sleep.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

[QUOTE="RP Marshall]

Flint

​

The room was damp from the mead bottles covering the wood floor. The wizard was the cruelest then, throwing a bottle at his nearest test animal in rage. Even after he blacked out, the cold heartless minion would attack anyone it wanted. The creature besides flint's cage was ripped in half and then devoured on that nightmarish evening. Flint could still here the rat's pitiful squeaking.


"Help me! For the gods' sake, help!"


No one could help if they wanted to. They were all under lock and key.


Flint silently hopped down the stairs. Entering the testing room the crow remembered that fateful day. The infamous experiment. the wizard was ruthless as he sliced the bird's small throat. Pulling out the vocal cords, the old man waved his hand at them and chanted an incantation for what seemed like hours. He didn't care if he killed Flint. There were always more animals to use The minion watched from his bed and licked it's lips wanting to drink the blood squirting out.


The ominous door, leading to the cells, was now the only thing keeping the minion from the bird. The bird pushed the door causing a roaring creak. Flint held his puny weapon tight to keep his hands from shaking.


"Give me courage Belisair. I'm going to need it."


He stepped into the dark room only lit by a single candle. On the wall hung an innumerable amount of cages full of malnourished animals. They squinted at the armed warrior as if it was just a one of their dream. Flint shuddered at a rabbit who had had it's ears mutilated. It was the minions doing. Flint tried desperately to block the image out of his head. The rabbit was just a baby at the time. The minion grabbed it while it scream's shook the walls of the jail.


"Where are you devil!" screamed the bird loud enough to stop the horrible memory. "I'm ready for you."


Two sets of glowing yellow eyes appeared above one of the corners of the wall.


The bird bravely shouted out, "It's me Flint! I killed your master and now I have come to kill you!"


The monster stepped into the candle light.


"Meow!" It hissed.


The white fluffy house cat pounced on Flint. The bird, frighten out of his wits, lost his hold on the spear. The cat batted at the bird pinning him to the hard stone floor. Flint immediately swung at the cat's prickly whiskers with his talons, giving the cat a horrendous gash across its face. Leaping to his feet, the crow ran for his weapon. He then turned around to attempted a finishing blown. Flint watch as his spear was knock out of his wing and soared on top of a towering cabinet. The warrior bird fluttered his wings at the cat with the ferocity of a tornado. The cat dropped on it's back and tried to swat at the blows. Flint took this chance to leap into the air as high as he could and proceeded to climb the rest of the way up slowly to his spear. Rolling over, the cat chased the bird up the cabinet. Flint was almost at the top where his spear lay. He reach out for it but the cat had pierced it's claws into Flint's tail. The crow held on tight to the edge of the cabinet knowing this was his last chance at win. With all of his remaining strength he kicked the cat causing it to plummet down. Flint swung himself on to the cabinet retrieving his spear. He looked down to see the cat bobbing it's head, this way and that, waiting for the moment to dodge the weapon.


"You said that my spear would have a better accuracy," Flint spoke to himself. "I hope you were not lying Belisair!"


The bird hurdled the spear as best he could with his weak wing. The cat leaped out of the way to avoid the spear but, as if being led by the hand of an invisible god, the poisonous spear tip entered the minion's breast. The cat tumble in a heap on the floor and lay defeated. It's yellow eyes faded away.


The end of the wizard's reign was over and the animals were free...

[/QUOTE]
'Hmm seems like Flint has killed a target. That was quick. Hopefully he'll return to me soon. Since I know he's finished his fight I might as well rest.'


Belisair took out several small rune stones and placed them in a circle around himself,"Circle Ward come forth."


As he slid down the log into a sleeping position, Belisair looked at the sky once more.


"Goodnight Moon."


((And now gnight folks, god I'm gonna be dead at work, later on today.))

 

[KingsPlague]

The duo disappeared with the wind in front of the Palsiets eyes, and the gusts sent all manner of twigs and leaves flying up into the air, the trees groaning with the sudden shift of wind. The Palesiet plucked a few dead leaves and sticks from his hair before standing up from his hiding place, from his size it was hard to imagine that he could hide so well, but then again, he was one of the smaller Palesiet. He decided it would be best to follow this duo, for anything as interesting as a fairy creature of the wind and a talking raven could only lead to some adventures. Kyngerz followed the general direction of where they had flown, at a brisk pace, it would take a few minutes, but they were easy enough to track.


He reached the spot where the Fae had made camp, and again sat in the shadows, watching and waiting.


@Delacare

 

[Prrrgadilly]

The duo disappeared with the wind in front of the Palsiets eyes, and the gusts sent all manner of twigs and leaves flying up into the air, the trees groaning with the sudden shift of wind. The Palesiet plucked a few dead leaves and sticks from his hair before standing up from his hiding place, from his size it was hard to imagine that he could hide so well, but then again, he was one of the smaller Palesiet. He decided it would be best to follow this duo, for anything as interesting as a fairy creature of the wind and a talking raven could only lead to some adventures. Kyngerz followed the general direction of where they had flown, at a brisk pace, it would take a few minutes, but they were easy enough to track.
He reached the spot where the Fae had made camp, and again sat in the shadows, watching and waiting.


@Delacare

Belisair stretched luxuriously as he awoke. He felt truly rested and had only slept for a few hours; dawn was still a few hours away. He looked around and noticed that Flint was nowhere to be seen. Belisair could tell that he had reclaimed his spear and was well, but he had yet to exit the shack.


"Perhaps he plans on spending a few days coming to terms eith things, Zeph. Maybe I should go exploring and leave him a message."


Belisair snapped his fingers and deactivated the Circle Ward, causing the rune stone to collect in his hand, which he promptly placed into one of his impossible pockets.


Standing gracefully, Belisair turned and walked towards the entrance of the shack, hoping to catch a glimpse of the inside in the moonlight, but the absolute stench of EVIL repelled him. He couldn't have entered the dwelling to save Flint even if he wanted to. Promptly retreating from the doorway and sitting back on his log, Belisair decided to go forward and just leave a message inside the spear for Flint once he left the shack.


"Little brother Flint,


I have chosen to go exploring in the general radius around the shack while waiting for you to exit it. I shall limit myself to anything that could be reached within half a day's travel without wind striding. So please feel free to seek me out as soon as possible; the spear will be your compass.


Fare thee well little brother,


Belisair"


"I wonder where we'll go for now Zeph...", Belisair was loath to do what he was about to because it always leads to complications, but, "Do you have any ideas Zeph?"


As if waiting for the question, a playful breeze blew through from a tall crop of trees just South of the glade. It brought with it the sounds of something breathing and shuffling quietly.


'Theres a 50/50 chance that that an intelligent creature with whom I can have an interesting conversation.'


"Alright Zephyr, I'll take it."


Belisair turned and walked slowly in the direction that the wind blew from. As he walked he definitely saw something...


"I can see you there, who/whatever you are. Come on out and lets have a talk."


@KingsPlague

 

[KingsPlague]

It seemed as though the raven had entered the strange shack to take care of some business inside, nothing that would be any of the Palsiets concern, he decided to keep an eye on the Faye creature as he hadn't seen any since the Great war of Beings, this one was young, perhaps it's elders would remember the stories as it had happened several millennia ago.


The Creature had obviously heard him or spotted him lurking in the shadows, hiding would no longer be needed,so he emerged from the shadows of the forest standing at his full 6' 8" height, his icy blue eyes stared the Fae down, the Palsiet cleared his throat and spoke in his deep grumbly voice, the ancient accent still heavy "Chevessty be err, Gods be with you Sylph, It's been quite a while since I have seen one of your kind, it was a few decades after I awoke from the Fer^Vynt the Ice Sleep."


The Palsiet placed his fore and ring finger over his eye and his thumb onto his sharply outlined cheekbone before streching out his arm to point them to the sky, a form of greeting and good will from their ancient race. "I am Kyngerz Plagkets, or "The Kings Plague" as they call me here, Slayer of the great Ice Dragon Fer^Thung, Oracle of the Palsiet, and one of the great commanders in the Great war of Beings." he bellowed, dipping his head slightly as a bow to the Fae.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

It seemed as though the raven had entered the strange shack to take care of some business inside, nothing that would be any of the Palsiets concern, he decided to keep an eye on the Faye creature as he hadn't seen any since the Great war of Beings, this one was young, perhaps it's elders would remember the stories as it had happened several millennia ago.
The Creature had obviously heard him or spotted him lurking in the shadows, hiding would no longer be needed,so he emerged from the shadows of the forest standing at his full 6' 8" height, his icy blue eyes stared the Fae down, the Palsiet cleared his throat and spoke in his deep grumbly voice, the ancient accent still heavy "Chevessty be err, Gods be with you Sylph, It's been quite a while since I have seen one of your kind, it was a few decades after I awoke from the Fer^Vynt the Ice Sleep."


The Palsiet placed his fore and ring finger over his eye and his thumb onto his sharply outlined cheekbone before streching out his arm to point them to the sky, a form of greeting and good will from their ancient race. "I am Kyngerz Plagkets, or "The Kings Plague" as they call me here, Slayer of the great Ice Dragon Fer^Thung, Oracle of the Palsiet, and one of the great commanders in the Great war of Beings." he bellowed, dipping his head slightly as a bow to the Fae.

That was one big boy. And he's old. The wind around him was greeting an old friend. As this giant, this Kyngerz, spoke, Belisair felt a shiver from deep within. A part of him knew this being. In such a time of uncertainty when dealing with something so clearly ancient, his Fae (side) took over.


Belisair called a sharp breeze rising into the air to look face to face with Kyngerz before slowly descending and performing an elaborate and breathtaking dance of bows and sweeps with his body and wings as he spoke a greeting that hadn't been heard in this world since the Aer (short for Sky Aether and Air) froze.


"Dalashune Inara Pale Siet-ten, Kyngerz Inshana. This Grandchild of Air and Sky greets you, Tall One." (("Grandchild" is so that Kyngerz knows that Belisair isn't a full sylph and that his greeting is instinctual at best.))


Belisair finished in the same bow that he performed for Flint only lower.


"The wind blows fair once again." He says as he rose artfully into a standing pose. Something about this mysterious man made his very being quake in a way that could only be associated with purring.


'What is going on with me?', he wondered silently.

 

[KingsPlague]

"Indeed, the wind blows fair in these times of peace but it is always a question of where one is and for how long that peace lasts." The Palsiet replied as the wind lifted his ponytail and swept around his body, searching his essence for any sign of it's first master who had long passed away.


Kyngerz approached the Sylph, with a slight smile as he appreciated the honorable greeting, something he had not seen in ages from any race before he spoke again. "It has been quite a few seasons since I've seen even a half-Sylph, your race has always been quite secretive and timid in the presence of other races. May I ask where your speaking Dyren, your Raven friend has flown off too?" he asked turning his head towards the shed. He was short for a Palsiet, but the Fae obviously seemed amazed if not threatened by his size and presence, which wasn't a surprise as he was one of the only Palsiet who had survived their races extermination, the others had been slain, hadn't awoken or had traveled far away, never crossing each others paths.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

"Indeed, the wind blows fair in these times of peace but it is always a question of where one is and for how long that peace lasts." The Palsiet replied as the wind lifted his ponytail and swept around his body, searching his essence for any sign of it's first master who had long passed away.
Kyngerz approached the Sylph, with a slight smile as he appreciated the honorable greeting, something he had not seen in ages from any race before he spoke again. "It has been quite a few seasons since I've seen even a half-Sylph, your race has always been quite secretive and timid in the presence of other races. May I ask where your speaking Dyren, your Raven friend has flown off too?" he asked turning his head towards the shed. He was short for a Palsiet, but the Fae obviously seemed amazed if not threatened by his size and presence, which wasn't a surprise as he was one of the only Palsiet who had survived their races extermination, the others had been slain, hadn't awoken or had traveled far away, never crossing each others paths.

Belisair trembled slightly as the Palsiet stepped closer. He was awestruck, it was as if his Fae was meeting a long lost family member after so many years.


"My little brother, Flint has to come to terms with his freedom. He has taken the first steps along the path, but I believe he will need time to reconcile his past," he gestured to the shack,"before he can face his future," he waved to himself and then the sky.


"I believe he will need a day or two, so I had planned on exploring the surrounding area. That is, before I met you.", Belisair looks down shyly.


'Ugh, what is going on? I've never felt shy being watched this intensely before; normally I bask in it and attempt to create MORE.'


He didn't know it, but his internal quarrel showed upon his face, slightly souring his delicate features.

 

[Alrekr]

McKane stays silent, seeing as she didnt have anything to comment or confess. Only drowsiness met her. McKane allows Lila to sleep in his arms, not bothered the slightest bit. He got a bit of a proud smile aswell. "Kudos on you, Kane." McKane told himself.


@Kry

 

[Kry]

Lila clutched tightly to McKane as she slept, surrounded by warmth and comfort. She barely stirred as he spoke to himself, just shifting the slightest bit to get more comfortable against him. For the most part she seemed fine, content and in a peaceful sleep. Deep and restful. Even though the sleep was peaceful, nightmares hovered just at the very edges of whatever dreams the may have been having. For now the nightmares were kept at bay by that wonderful feeling of comfort and warmth.


That wonderful feeling of being protected.

 

[KingsPlague]

A bellowing laugh escaped Kyngerz throat as the Fae could not relieve himself of his awestruck feeling. "It seems someone still has some knowlege of the past, the wind whispers with the tales of it's earlier master Kalversonitis Spylarvyet, the Palsiet master of the Aer. Many say his soul still lives on, searching for those who betrayed him. Many say his soul had become one with the wind instead of joining the other Palsiet in Vr Sylrnester, in the Great Ethereal Fire." he mused as the wind played around his torso.


"So, the Raven goes to get revenge, and you wish to explore. Would you allow me to join you in your travels for a while, It has been far to long since I have taken part in my last adventure." the Palsiet asked bowing his head slightly again.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

This was ridiculous; 'I'm blushing?!? I never blush truthfully. This man is going to be an adventure all on his own. Get a hold of yourself, Bel.'


"I would be quite pleased if you chose to join me. I'm certain that we could learn much from each other", finally wrangling some control from his Fae, Belisair smiled his 10th most disarming smile, 'Time to level this playing field.'


"You say the wind "whispers". Does that mean you can hear it speak, not just voices and sounds carried upon it?", Belisair cocked his head to the side slightly; he was both perplexed and intrigued.


"I never realized such things were possible for anyone other than a Sylph or an Aer Master. What do the winds tell you? Do they speak always or just when you need guidance?"


Belisair paused and took a look around.


"Here, come sit down with me and lets talk for a while." he beckoned towards the log he had rested on earlier; it was more than long enough for them to fit on.

 

[KingsPlague]

The Palast graciously took the sylphs offer, the log surprisingly not creaking under his weight as he sat down "As I said before, among my people it is said the the Palsiet Kalversonitis Spylarvyet, the master of Gyrste, of winds soul remains with the winds, many times I hear his voice calling for revenge on he who betrayed him." He stared off into the distance briefly before returning his gaze to the young sylph "Why has a creature such as you left it's kind, not many races still know of your kind, and even less of mine. But unlike the Palsiet the sylph still have an existing city instead of wandering the earth." He asked pulling out a thick leatherbound book and an odd quill to make notes of his travels, the script was old runic and nigh impossible to make out what letters the characters represented.