Fantasy The Spirit Inside ~ Forest and Village

[Prrrgadilly]

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.

Belisair sighed heavily and looked out into the night, his eyes following the leaves playing upon the breeze.


"When the Aer froze, in what I assume is the "Frost" you speak of, all Sylphs were either killed, or forced to return to Aer to revive it. Unlike the other elements, Aer was nearly destroyed during the First Frost. Aer doesn't just move, it IS movement and fluidity. To halt its freedom that is to kill it."


This was almost too much for him to admit. "I am alone in this world. There are no sylphs and the city is long since destroyed. I was only born because my mother was flung across time while trying to bear a precious seed of Aer to the heart of the city. She gave birth to me through the dying body of a mortal woman, but was snatched back along with the seed. Everything I know about that time comes from the little she was able to tell me and my Fae instincts."


Belisair was not comfortable with how vulnerable his story was making him feel. The wind caressed his cheek softly, he must calm himself.


"I have spent my entire life trying to find them, and trying to leave my mortal half behind."


He loved his mother, both of them actually, but his mortal mother had died four years ago and he refused to believe that his Sylph mother had perished as well.


"I need to find them:all those lost Sylphs. They are out there forgetful and forgotten they just need to be reminded who they are and were, but I cant do any of that in this half-mortal shell."


Belisair eyes focused with purpose as he slid closer to Kyngerz. Tilting his head back to look him in the eyes, "If you can hear the whisper of the winds, teach me to do the same. I need their secrets."


Belisair eyes were filled with hope as he placed his hand softly upon the Palsiet's chest, gingerly tugging on his bottom lip in contemplation, surprisingly oblivious to how friendly-flirtatious really- he was being towards his newest companion.

 

[KingsPlague]

Belisair sighed heavily and looked out into the night, his eyes following the leaves playing upon the breeze.
"When the Aer froze, in what I assume is the "Frost" you speak of, all Sylphs were either killed, or forced to return to Aer to revive it. Unlike the other elements, Aer was nearly destroyed during the First Frost. Aer doesn't just move, it IS movement and fluidity. To halt its freedom that is to kill it."


This was almost too much for him to admit. "I am alone in this world. There are no sylphs and the city is long since destroyed. I was only born because my mother was flung across time while trying to bear a precious seed of Aer to the heart of the city. She gave birth to me through the dying body of a mortal woman, but was snatched back along with the seed. Everything I know about that time comes from the little she was able to tell me and my Fae instincts."


Belisair was not comfortable with how vulnerable his story was making him feel. The wind caressed his cheek softly, he must calm himself.


"I have spent my entire life trying to find them, and trying to leave my mortal half behind."


He loved his mother, both of them actually, but his mortal mother had died four years ago and he refused to believe that his Sylph mother had perished as well.


"I need to find them:all those lost Sylphs. They are out there forgetful and forgotten they just need to be reminded who they are and were, but I cant do any of that in this half-mortal shell."


Belisair eyes focused with purpose as he slid closer to Kyngerz. Tilting his head back to look him in the eyes, "If you can hear the whisper of the winds, teach me to do the same. I need their secrets."


Belisair eyes were filled with hope as he placed his hand softly upon the Palsiet's chest, gingerly tugging on his bottom lip in contemplation, surprisingly oblivious to how friendly-flirtatious really- he was being towards his newest companion.

Kyngerz remained silent, listening to the young Sylphs tale of woe, it touched him as he had also lost loved ones during the Fer^Skyst, he let the boy finish his story and waited a moment his icy blue eyes staring deep into the sylphs before he finally spoke. "I remember your cities and your people, yet your great frost was much later than the Fer^Skyst, I remember seeing the ruins of the city afterwards, many of them where my friends in the Great war, but none survived." he looked away with a sigh.


"I know not if my knowledge of Aer is teachable, as I am not a Sylph myself and Palsiet where not meant to teach or be taught, only to live under our five gods." he pushed the young sylphs hand away from his chest with a smile "I am however willing to help you, as Your mission is not much different from my own.


A memory played at the Palsiets mind, the spire of a large glorious castle was ripped from its base as the gods emerged to announce that their own creations where to be wiped off the face of the known world to make room for more sentient beings, that they had served their time long enough and had only been used to see what they could create. The memory faded again as he looked back to the young sylph and said "I will help you."

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Kyngerz remained silent, listening to the young Sylphs tale of woe, it touched him as he had also lost loved ones during the Fer^Skyst, he let the boy finish his story and waited a moment his icy blue eyes staring deep into the sylphs before he finally spoke. "I remember your cities and your people, yet your great frost was much later than the Fer^Skyst, I remember seeing the ruins of the city afterwards, many of them where my friends in the Great war, but none survived." he looked away with a sigh.
"I know not if my knowledge of Aer is teachable, as I am not a Sylph myself and Palsiet where not meant to teach or be taught, only to live under our five gods." he pushed the young sylphs hand away from his chest with a smile "I am however willing to help you, as Your mission is not much different from my own.


A memory played at the Palsiets mind, the spire of a large glorious castle was ripped from its base as the gods emerged to announce that their own creations where to be wiped off the face of the known world to make room for more sentient beings, that they had served their time long enough and had only been used to see what they could create. The memory faded again as he looked back to the young sylph and said "I will help you."

"I see. I had hoped that..." he shook his head "Never mind what I had hoped. Thank you for joining me. I really do appreciate it."


After Kyngerz had pushed his hand away, Belisiar realized what he had been attempting to do and was understandably embarrassed. "Forgive me for being so... forward. I seem to have forgotten myself in my eagerness to learn." he bowed his head slightly, cheeks a flame.


It would have been very obvious to even a small child, of how much Belisair had been forced to play everything by ear.


He hurriedly tucked his long bangs behind his ear as he stood up and walked away." I'll be right back; nature calls.


As he strode away, the Palsiet could no doubt hear him whispering to himself, apparently "What is wrong with me Zephyr? Why am I acting like a nervous maiden speaking with a dashing knight? I have got to get a hold of myself now, or this will only grt worse..."

 

[KingsPlague]

"I see. I had hoped that..." he shook his head "Never mind what I had hoped. Thank you for joining me. I really do appreciate it."
After Kyngerz had pushed his hand away, Belisiar realized what he had been attempting to do and was understandably embarrassed. "Forgive me for being so... forward. I seem to have forgotten myself in my eagerness to learn." he bowed his head slightly, cheeks a flame.


It would have been very obvious to even a small child, of how much Belisair had been forced to play everything by ear.


He hurriedly tucked his long bangs behind his ear as he stood up and walked away." I'll be right back; nature calls.


As he strode away, the Palsiet could no doubt hear him whispering to himself, apparently "What is wrong with me Zephyr? Why am I acting like a nervous maiden speaking with a dashing knight? I have got to get a hold of myself now, or this will only grt worse..."

"One should never seek too much knowledge, nor to seek something too powerful" he said before Belisair had left to do his business.


Meanwhile he had begun writing his latest discovery, flipping through the pages to find the last recorded date of his interaction with the Sylph, he couldn't find it and returned his book to his pouch pulling out an older more worn book, flipping through it till he found it, indeed it was nigh a millenia ago since the Fae race had seemingly been wiped off the face of the earth for a reason he knew but Belisair did not, and the Palsiet did not feel like he would ever need to know

 

[wildfire]

Dia awoke suddenly as the wind wisped past her almost like a whisper in her ear, causing her to shiver. She looked down from wince she sat, high up in one of the forest trees; its where she felt most comfortable resting. Her big brown eyes scanned the forest quickly and she reached back towards her bow. The pupil of her eyes grew huge as they adjusted to the darkness. She had acute sight in the dark similar to a cat. "Nothing but the wind", she told herself as she shifted back onto the branch and laid her head back down. But she continued to shiver. Dia was not used to cold such as this. Actually most would even consider it very cold but to her it was almost unbearable. The young witch was from a land very far from the forest she found herself in. She came from a land where it never got cold, days were filled with sunshine and she lived near the great ocean. She wasn't used to forests with creatures like the ones she had seen on her journey. She was used to the Jungle. But she had to travel this far, for her family back home. She whispered a few words and immediately felt the temperature surrounding her rise a few degrees. Although she was no longer cold, she couldn't seem to get back to sleep.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

"One should never seek too much knowledge, nor to seek something too powerful" he said before Belisair had left to do his business.
Meanwhile he had begun writing his latest discovery, flipping through the pages to find the last recorded date of his interaction with the Sylph, he couldn't find it and returned his book to his pouch pulling out an older more worn book, flipping through it till he found it, indeed it was nigh a millenia ago since the Fae race had seemingly been wiped off the face of the earth for a reason he knew but Belisair did not, and the Palsiet did not feel like he would ever need to know

"Get a hold of yourself, Bel. Approach this with a calm demeanor and open mind. Why does being near that man make you feel the way you do? Why do you feel like you've known him for a long time? When did you suddenly lose all self-control and throw yourself on him like some lovesick damsel in distress? And why HELL are you talking to yourself in the middle of the woods?!?" *sigh* he tousled his hair in frustration, messing up only for as long as his hand was in it before it fell back into its near flawless arrangement.


Belisair closed his eyes in defeat.


He needed to return to himself and leave these foolish feeling behind for a moment.


He needed to think.


He needed to breathe.


He needed to just STOP!!!


'Deep breath, Bel. What do you do whenever you have problem you are having trouble figuring out alone?' he took in a breath deep enough to make a dragon lightheaded, and called in a voice that surely echoed through the many trees.


"Come Zephyr. Come and wrap yourselves around me. I need your quiet encouragement. Please come and whisper your soothing lullabies into my ears."


The air rushed to him holding him in its soothing embrace. It lifted him up and set his mind at ease.


"Thank you Zeph" he smiled, “you always know just what to say to me."


As the winds set him back down, Belisair realized the answers to all the questions he had asked himself:

1. He could sense Kyngerz's aura and couldn't help but be in awe of such power.
   
2. The Fae half of him did know Kyngerz, but not as an individual, it recognized him as a fellow ancient.
   
3. He hadn't lost control; he defaulted to the traditional nature of a sylph in the presence of such a dominant being.
   
4. Obviously, he was talking to himself because he had stupidly forgotten about Zephyr, with whom he shared everything.
   

 

[Prrrgadilly]

With himself contained and Zephyr at his side, Belisair turned back towards his makeshift camp and new companion.


Returning to the glade with a visibly more calmed demeanor, he strode up to Kyngerz and beamed a brilliant smile at the Palsiet.


"The sun is soon to rise. Why don't we greet it with a morning meal and a smile?", willing Kyngerz to smile back at him.


@KingsPlague

 

[RP Marshall]

Flint

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The rowdy sounds of squawking and yapping woke up the unconscious crow. Lifting his weary body from the prison floor, he touched his throbbing forehead. There was a massive lump.


"What happened?"


The crow looked up at the cabinet that he initially was perched on will fighting the cat.


"Where is that cat?" he said scanning the room.


A foot away lay the slain minion smothered with hungry ants. They were picking at the body one bloody piece at a time.


"I've must of passed out," deduced Flint.


Flint spoke to the trapped animals, "Sorry everyone! I'll get you out."


The animals whimpered at the sound of the human voice coming out of the bird's beak. Flint climbed up to a jail key hanging on the wall.


"Don't worry, I'm still an animal."


In a few minutes, every creature was free from their cages that they use to called home. They follow their savior out of the hellhole. The fresh aroma of the forest lifted their spirits causing them to frolic around the grassy clearing. Without even a thank you, the animals darted away in all directions. Flint grunted from the lack of admiration but no matter; he had to keep his promise to Belisair.


"Where is that sylph anyhow?"


Flint then saw a circle of flattened grass that Belisair had left from the Ward spell. An idiotic conclusion started to from in the bird's pompous head.


"He must be in trouble. Some barbaric monster must have taken him away. That's the only obvious answer."


While looked around for any other clues, Flint felt a letter magically unraveling from out of his spear. He starred at Belisair's sophisticated penmanship barely able to comprehend it.


After a grueling read, Flint recklessly said, "He wants me to search for him. Whoever made him flee for his life will pay! I'll save you my fellow companion! I swear it! But where did Belisair go."


Flint's spear dashed from his wing. It hovered a foot in front of him and led him forward. The foolhardy bird chased it down.


"Brilliant work Belisair! Look out everyone, Flint the Brave is on a rescue mission!"

@Delacare @KingsPlague​

 

[Prrrgadilly]

@Delacare[/URL] @KingsPlague
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((Oh boy, I can see this going several different ways, and all of them look hilarious to me (*U*)))

 

[RP Marshall]

"HOWL!"


"What the hell!" said Flint hearing the strange noise.


The spear had led him to a dark part of the forest. Dreadful tree's blocked much of the cheery light. the crow darted his gaze and every sound.


"I'm not scared. I've killed a wizard and his minion. A few scary noises can't hurt me. There's nothing to worry a- My GODS!"


Flint's talon dangled from the edge of a cliff. He darted backwards in fright.


"Stupid spear!" squawked the crow. " Come back."


It immediately returned to Flint. He looked over the edge flapping his wings lightly.


"No. Should not risk it. I'll find some other way down."


He turned and saw a pack of wolves licking their foaming mouths...

 

[KingsPlague]

Kyngerz stood back up, pushing the old book back into his bag as he greeted Bel on his return "A meal to great the sun? This sounds like an idea, but I am unsure of exactly what your people eat, it has after all been nigh an eternity since i've seen your kind." he said, drawing his bow.


Palsiet had a tradition of honouring those they defeated, be it for a meal or through a battle, when they killed for food they burned the remains and drank some of the blood of their pray. Much like for their meal, when they killed some being in battle they would do almost the same, they would burn the body and everything with it, but drink the blood as a sign of taking in the beings strength, this got him confused with the beings called vampires due to the consumption of blood, this of course was purely spiritual and honourable to the Palsiet.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Kyngerz stood back up, pushing the old book back into his bag as he greeted Bel on his return "A meal to great the sun? This sounds like an idea, but I am unsure of exactly what your people eat, it has after all been nigh an eternity since i've seen your kind." he said, drawing his bow.
Palsiet had a tradition of honouring those they defeated, be it for a meal or through a battle, when they killed for food they burned the remains and drank some of the blood of their pray. Much like for their meal, when they killed some being in battle they would do almost the same, they would burn the body and everything with it, but drink the blood as a sign of taking in the beings strength, this got him confused with the beings called vampires due to the consumption of blood, this of course was purely spiritual and honourable to the Palsiet.

Belisair chuckled slightly, realizing Kyngerz's intent, "You can put the bow away, friend. I was offering to prepare the meal for you."


He took the extra step to explain himself encase he had confused the Palsiet.


"Actually, I will not be consuming meat for breaking fast. I always have fruit. You may not know, but as a half-sylph I don't eat physical food as often as most mortals. Generally I feed solely from the ambient magic while on adventures. If you would like meat, I have some cured deer meat."

 

[KingsPlague]

Kyngerz let out a hearty laugh "Obviously you have no knowledge of the honour of hunting, not to worry as not all of my kind hunted, we were quite civilized for the first race to have been created, but the gods where not pleased how uninteresting we were. I thank you for your offer child, But I must hunt as the gods intended" he explained before disappearing into the shadows of the forest.


(I must go rest my arm now, I'll be back when the sun rises here...which is in like 7 hours. Sorry Delacare.)

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Kyngerz let out a hearty laugh "Obviously you have no knowledge of the honour of hunting, not to worry as not all of my kind hunted, we were quite civilized for the first race to have been created, but the gods where not pleased how uninteresting we were. I thank you for your offer child, But I must hunt as the gods intended" he explained before disappearing into the shadows of the forest.
(I must go rest my arm now, I'll be back when the sun rises here...which is in like 7 hours. Sorry Delacare.)

((No problem at all. Feel better soon.))


Belisair laughed as the Palsiet faded into the trees. He was content to wait for Kyngerz to return in his own time. Deciding not to waste time, Belisair sat down cross legged and reached into his pockets pulling out quills, ink, a bag of pebbles, and a worn tome. This would be a great time to practice some new enchantments. Hopefully nothing would explode this time.

 

[Kry]

Lila stirred a bit, lifting her head to look at what was causing this comfortable feeling of warmth all around her. It was McKane and for a moment she tensed against him, and then relaxed. She couldn't tell if he were sleeping or not, but the sun would be rising sun, she knew that, because she always woke when the sun was close to rising. She yawned lightly, and gently pushed away from the demon, stretching a bit and watching him.


The fire still burned near them, and Lila'Vjola shifted her gaze from McKane to the still burning fire. A normal fire would have burned out hours ago, but then, the demon had said his wisp would reside inside of it. She had meant to ask him what a wisp was, but other things had been on her mind at the time. She looked around at her surroundings and up at the trees a bit, she thought that she had heard a sound as she had woken, but it could've been a trick of her sleepy mind.


One scaled hand lifted to almost delicately wipe away the sleep from her eyes, while the other hand still clutched the blanket around her.

 

[RP Marshall]

...In the center of the pack was the Alpha, a mass of muscles with teeth for shredding large prey. It snarled at a much smaller wolf who still had some of its baby fur on it's smooth back. The small wolf, with it's head lowered to the alpha, stepped forward. Flint vaguely understood their deep guttural canine language but managed it decipher three barks. Initiation, bird and kill. The pup barked in agreement and slowly stalked it's prey.


Flint swung his spear shouting, "Don't make me kill you, young one!"


The pup growled faintly at the crow waiting for the perfect moment. Flint stopped his warning attacks, not wanting to waste his precious energy. He knew the young wolf was preparing to lunge at him just like the cat had done. Flint extended out the spear and locked his feet. The wolf pause not knowing what was the best course of action. Impatiently, the alpha barked at the pup.


"Come on and fight!" the bird said in agreement.


The pup jolted forward. Flint, using the wolf's own momentum, skewered into the roof of the pup's mouth. It's body limped over and fell on it's side. The pup had not time to feel a thing. The fang had punctured it's brain.


Flint yanked the spear away and called out to alpha, "That was your doing!"


Shocked with fright the pack began to withdraw. The alpha snapped at their faces to maintain control. Still in fear, the wolves stayed with their leader. The powerful wolf charged, zigzagging around to confuse it's prey. Flint waited until the alpha was near striking distance then fluttered upwards and came crashing down with his spear into the eye socked of the alpha. The wolf yammered and hurdled itself around the dangerous edge of the cliff. The crow had not expected this. He assumed that the alpha would die just as quickly as the cat and pup hand. Holding on tightly, Flint looked at his spear. It had transformed back to it's primitive color and shape. No longer did it gleam of sliver. It was just a snake tooth tied haphazardly with hair to a twig. The sliver pearl on the end wobbled with the wolf's movements. Flint tugged at his crude weapon as he dismounted the Alpha. The wolf, still shaking turned to his comrades. They look at their one eyed leader in repulsion. Screaming at them in pain, the alpha commanded the wolves to kill the damn bird. Flint, knowing he hand no chance, did the last thing he wanted to do. He placed the useless spear in his talons and leaped over the cliff edge.


Shaking his wings to find an air current, he spiraled down. At the last second, he managed to achieve the correct wing position and landed without a scratch. He looked up at the howling wolves. The alpha was leading them away in search for a path down to pursue Flint. Tired as the bird was, rest would have to wait...

 

[Prrrgadilly]

[QUOTE="RP Marshall]...In the center of the pack was the Alpha, a mass of muscles with teeth for shredding large prey. It snarled at a much smaller wolf who still had some of its baby fur on it's smooth back. The small wolf, with it's head lowered to the alpha, stepped forward. Flint vaguely understood their deep guttural canine language but managed it decipher three barks. Initiation, bird and kill. The pup barked in agreement and slowly stalked it's prey.
Flint swung his spear shouting, "Don't make me kill you, young one!"


The pup growled faintly at the crow waiting for the perfect moment. Flint stopped his warning attacks, not wanting to waste his precious energy. He knew the young wolf was preparing to lunge at him just like the cat had done. Flint extended out the spear and locked his feet. The wolf pause not knowing what was the best course of action. Impatiently, the alpha barked at the pup.


"Come on and fight!" the bird said in agreement.


The pup jolted forward. Flint, using the wolf's own momentum, skewered into the roof of the pup's mouth. It's body limped over and fell on it's side. The pup had not time to feel a thing. The fang had punctured it's brain.


Flint yanked the spear away and called out to alpha, "That was your doing!"


Shocked with fright the pack began to withdraw. The alpha snapped at their faces to maintain control. Still in fear, the wolves stayed with their leader. The powerful wolf charged, zigzagging around to confuse it's prey. Flint waited until the alpha was near striking distance then fluttered upwards and came crashing down with his spear into the eye socked of the alpha. The wolf yammered and hurdled itself around the dangerous edge of the cliff. The crow had not expected this. He assumed that the alpha would die just as quickly as the cat and pup hand. Holding on tightly, Flint looked at his spear. It had transformed back to it's primitive color and shape. No longer did it gleam of sliver. It was just a snake tooth tied haphazardly with hair to a twig. The sliver pearl on the end wobbled with the wolf's movements. Flint tugged at his crude weapon as he dismounted the Alpha. The wolf, still shaking turned to his comrades. They look at their one eyed leader in repulsion. Screaming at them in pain, the alpha commanded the wolves to kill the damn bird. Flint, knowing he hand no chance, did the last thing he wanted to do. He placed the useless spear in his talons and leaped over the cliff edge.


Shaking his wings to find an air current, he spiraled down. At the last second, he managed to achieve the correct wing position and landed without a scratch. He looked up at the howling wolves. The alpha was leading them away in search for a path down to pursue Flint. Tired as the bird was, rest would have to wait...

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((Belisair is gonna be beyond disappointed when he finds out how quickly that enchantment died out. As a matter of fact...))


Belisair jerked up from the enchantment he had just prepared and looked around bewildered; Flint's enchantment was gone. No not gone, burned out.


"He must've fought an enemy while exhausted. I should've told him that combat enchantments perform first aid by way of energy supplementation." Belisair sighed with worry, "At least he was heading in my direction, before that happened. Zephyr I hope he's well."


Belisair looked down at his most recent creation, a fire stone. So far he'd enchanted 3 stones and a rod, "Might as well get started on a new shaft enchantment for Flint. I'm almost positive that he wont give it up now that he's survived twice with it. What are we gonna do with him, Zeph?"


Belisair cleared a space and reached into a pocket under his left arm, pulling out a thick and polished oak wood dowel; the perfect size for a spear-wielding blackbird with an attitude. After taking the time to put away everything but the dowel, he reached into several pockets and produced etching and inlay tools, a handful of mana filled gemstones, silver wire, and two large tomes on combat and weaponry enchantments.


"I plan on making this one a little more permanent. You think he'll like it Zephyr?"

 

[KingsPlague]

Nothing, nothing had crossed the Palsiets path or even come close to being a new track, something was amiss in these woods, not only that but some howling beasts where too close for comfort which would explain the lack of life around him, but this actually didn't bother the Palsiet instead it gave him time to think.


What are the odds that I am to meet something that survived such devastation, and time travel or at least portal travel had never been a good thing to the sanity of those who went through it. Yet this boy seems quite sane and eager to find his lost relatives, he reminds me of myself in my younger years when All I wanted was to find any sign of living Palsiet, but not the one I found, anyone but him.


Kyngerz had decided to follow the howling, it would be a tough meal to consume, but the creatures would be quite the enjoyment to fight. So he hurried through the forest, bow in hand and ready to fire, he jumped over logs and slid under deep branches, his body seeming to dance with the trees and bushes that lay in his path, he continued until he reached the bottom of a cliff, blood dripping down from it's lip. A fight had taken place atop it, and the blood split smelled foul and diseased, this would not be an honourable fight, this would be a mercy killing of the damned.

 

[RP Marshall]

His heart was beating like mad. Everything was blurring making all the trees around him vanished. Nothing mattered anymore. Flint had to save Belisair from danger. But first the crow had to save himself. The bird was in the middle of vengeance seeking wolves. Their howls were everywere. He had to run fast but all he wanted was rest.


In a daze the bird thought to himself, 'I wounder if I could just close my eyes for a moment. I cannot think of any reason why I shouldn't.'


Slowly drooping his eyelids, he had a vision...


...the wizards lab was covered with gory animal parts. All the cages were barren. Flint watched as the old man cut open the rabbit with no ears. After the rabbit was nothing more that a bloody foot, the wizard's cat dragged Belisair to the operating table. Belisair turned his gaze to Flint.


"Why didn't you liberate me? Are you not a hero? Look around! You let your friends die! Along with me."...


*WHACK!*


Flint smashed his body against a tree. Plummeting on his back, he could only listen to the wolves approaching his body. The alpha was not with them. There were only three wolves that had reach the bird. They snarled at the motionless crow as he shut his heavy eyes. Just before blacking out, he thought he saw an armored figure in the distance...

@KingsPlague​

 

[wildfire]

Dia watched the Sun rise and stretched her body out each limb of hers reaching farther than it looked possible. She had been up all night but she wasn't tired. She was happy that the beautiful Sun was finally shining and she reached her arms out past the branches so that the sunlight would touch her skin and she smiled, her eyes closing softly as she absorbed the Sun's light. It seemed to give her energy. Her eyes opened suddenly and she squinted as she looked around. She heard some sort of howling in the far distance. Her ear twitched and she looked North. It was coming from the direction she needed to go. She had to make it to Thoranhall. There was an old witch there she needed to speak with. Dia swung around the branch and clung to the large trunk of the tree with her claws. With her nails deep in the tree She slid down a bit, strings of bark falling with her. Ripping her claws from the trunk she leapt down landing gracefully on her feet. Standing straight up she made her way towards the sounds. She was fast and she began running swiftly thought the woods. She wasn't used to this particular forest but she grew up in the Jungle and for a moment she felt at home again running through the trees.


Dia finally came upon the spot where she thought the howling had come from. There was blood spilt and it was fresh. She grimaced and looked out over the cliff in front of her. "Well I need to find a way down", she said to herself. She wasn't interested in finding out what had died, only with reaching her destination, hoping the old witch was still living in said town. Dia peered down the cliff and saw a spot that looked like she could make her way down it relatively easily. Making her way over to the opening where she could go down her stomach let out an enormous growl that starteled even her. "After I get down this cliff", she thought to herself. Dia heard another growl but this time it wasn't her stomach! It was coming from below the cliff, where she was headed.

 

[KingsPlague]

The Palsiet Caught the scent of disease in the air,closing his eyes and firing a blind arrow in the direction it came from, his inhumane strength causing one of the younger wolves to get pinned to a nearby tree shrieking like a banshee in pain, the other wolves had now drawn their attention to their new adversary , two of them where soon met with throwing axes to the face before the Palsiet Drew his weapon, the blade glowing with an eerie blueish white light, the air around it seeming to slow down as the blade shimmered in the light unnaturally.


Cursed beings had always been a hated by the Palsiet as they had never been met with diseases, and so they felt they where unnatural and their own gods had never intended it, even poisonous beings should be removed from the earth.


And so now the Palsiet stood there, Blade drawn, surrounded by a pack of Wolves foaming at the mouth and snarling, all too nervous to attack and himself waiting to defeat those who he deemed unfit to live in this world.

 

[RP Marshall]

"My head hurts."


"That's your own damn fault for falling asleep while running for your life."


"It was that stupid tree! It was in my way."


"You make me sick- do you know that. Not admitting when you're at fault."


"I was just trying to save my partner."


"Friend."


"What?"


"He's your friend."


"..."


"He saved your life, healed your wounds, gave you a powerful weapon, and still puts up with your damn attitude. He's your friend idiot."


"Um..."


"You can't even call him a friend?"


"...Well I-"


"Ass."


"Stop hassling me. He's still a human."


"Half human! Why do you hate them so much."


"The wizard was ONE! Don't you remember!"


"You're hopeless. You hate Belisair."


"...No?"


"Was that a question? If you don't hate him then treat him with some respect. Just this once call him friend."


"..."


"Say Belisair is my friend."


"..."


"Say it."


"..."


"Damn you!"


"I can't, alright! I just can't."


"Good bye."


"Where are you going?"


"Anywhere but here."


"...I'm sorry."


"No you're not. Good bye Flint."


"Don't leave! I'm sorry. I'll be good! I like Belisair. He's nice for a human... Don't leave me in the dark. Please, come back!"


Flint's unconscious body whimpered.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

[QUOTE="RP Marshall]
"My head hurts."
"That's your own damn fault for falling asleep while running for your life."


"It was that stupid tree! It was in my way."


"You make me sick- do you know that. Not admitting when you're at fault."


"I was just trying to save my partner."


"Friend."


"What?"


"He's your friend."


"..."


"He saved your life, healed your wounds, gave you a powerful weapon, and still puts up with your damn attitude. He's your friend idiot."


"Um..."


"You can't even call him a friend?"


"...Well I-"


"Ass."


"Stop hassling me. He's still a human."


"Half human! Why do you hate them so much."


"The wizard was ONE! Don't you remember!"


"You're hopeless. You hate Belisair."


"...No?"


"Was that a question? If you don't hate him then treat him with some respect. Just this once call him friend."


"..."


"Say Belisair is my friend."


"..."


"Say it."


"..."


"Damn you!"


"I can't, alright! I just can't."


"Good bye."


"Where are you going?"


"Anywhere but here."


"...I'm sorry."


"No you're not. Good bye Flint."


"Don't leave! I'm sorry. I'll be good! I like Belisair. He's nice for a human... Don't leave me in the dark. Please, come back!"


Flint's unconscious body whimpered.

[/QUOTE]
(( you are evil. you know that right? OMFG the feels (TAT)))

 

[KingsPlague]

Now the Wolves began to snarl, their old pray lay on the floor by the tree no longer interesting to them, instead they turned against their new attacker who had taken three of them out before they even knew of his presence, but now they had him circled. Sure he was big, but they had taken down larger prey than him, and he smelled old so he would be an easy kill...or so they thought.


Kyngerz had his blade drawn, his empty hand open and ready to grab one of two throwing axes still strapped to his back, his eyes following the wolves that circled him, the first one would come from the back and go for his neck, he just had to wait for the wolf infront of him to give it away, and as if he had controlled their actions there it was, a slight hesitation in the movement was enough to give away the attack. Kyngerz twisted his body meeting the mid air wolf with his blade, the attacker froze instantly and the blade shattered him, raining shards of crystal like ice onto the wolf infront of him, 4 were left and startled through the sight of their packmate shattering like a piece of glass infront of them, this would be the perfect distraction.


The Palsiet used this distraction to release his other two axes in a motion as fluid as a tidal wave and both landing in the faces of two wolves.


The two remaining wolves seemed frightened, both looking for the other to be the first to run, but neither did as they seemed glued , this being that had taken out their entire pack in only a few moments. The Palsiet breathed in deeply, waiting once more for one of the wolves to attack him, to his dismay they did not and so he would have to take on the offensive, something that he usually avoided doing as things could easily get out of hand when he did. The glowing blade seemed to pulse with blood lust now, and it's master was about to answer it's call, throwing himself towards the wolf and slashing at it's leg, the tip of the blade barely connected, but enough of the leg was hit for the joint to freeze and shatter, leaving the wolf with three legs and a stump at the ankle, though it didn't suffer long as the weight of the Palsiet came down upon it, crushing its rib cage to end it's miserable life.


The final wolf had now decided to run, this would not be a slaughter he would ever forget. Kyngerz let the beast escape, perhaps it would warn wolves not to visit these woods if their life was dear to them, and he always liked a bit of story telling. The Palsiet gathered up his weapons and went to the crow, he watched it a few minutes to see if it would awaken, when it did not he proceeded to pick it up with his massive hands and he made his way back to the Sylph.


(Sorry, couldn't hold back)

 

[Prrrgadilly]

"Guh, that was harder than i thought.", Belisair sat back and stretched, groaning in pleasure as several joints in his back cracked. He had finally finished Flint's new spear shaft and it looked wonderful; it practically glowed in his inner eye.


Happy with all that he had gotten done, Belisair put everything away and stood up to properly stretch his entire body. His entire body crackling like noes in a fire, Belisair looked up at the sun a realized that several hours had passed.


"Surely, Kyngerz would be back by now, Zeph. I have no doubt that he's an excellent hunter."


At about that time, a breeze brought the sound of armor and footsteps from the general direction Kyngerz had headed, 'I wonder if that's Kyngerz. I hope he had a good hunt. Belisair decided to just stay where he was and wait for the Palsiet to find him, seeing as he couldn't follow the sounds through such a densely packed patch of trees.


"I've been doing quite a bit of waiting recently haven't I Zephyr?"


@KingsPlague @RP Marshall