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| Topic Started: Jan 6 2008, 09:25 PM (361 Views) | |
| Osthanto Chetowa | Jan 6 2008, 09:25 PM Post #1 |
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A gentle breeze blew in between the trees in and along the path taken by few a travellers. The woods acted like a barrier between the two villages on either side of it. Next to the path there was a slow trickling stream, bring a relaxing feel to the place. Many strange creatures lurked in the forest though, waiting for any signs of an unsuspecting traveller. The creatures where mainly orc, who where no longer allowed in the mountainous region of the eastern lands. Very few people used the route through the forest due to this fact, and for those who did use the path, if they were ambushed, they would be lucky if there was someone who could help. The forest floor was covered in a thick layer of green grass, a few other plants like ferns and flowers grew as well, near the trees and in other random places. For a person travelling through the woods it would seem like such a peaceful place, but there was one thing that was rather disturbing about it. All birds and animals that had lived in the forest before the orc had, had either been chased out or killed and eaten by the monsters, leaving the woods eerily quiet, except for the sound running water in the stream. Travelling through the forest that day was a young wolf anthro. She had heard of the dangers that lurked in the forest but needed to take the fastest route to the other village, and that was in the direction she was travelling. Osthanto walked quietly as possible through the forest, she had decided not to take the obvious route to the village. Instead of travelling alone the path she travelled far from it. Keeping to the darker thicker part of the forest. Her ears where pricked, listening out for anything or one who was a possible threat to her, and she sniffed the air every now and then to check for the scent of the orcs that lived here, and scanning her surroundings for anything that looked suspicious. She saw, heard, and smelt nothing so far and was relieved. She moved on at a fast pace, checking all the time to see if she had been spotted or if there was danger up ahead. Walking on she heard the sound of a twig break in the distance, stopping in her tracks and began to wonder what it could have been, another traveller or orc. Osthanto hoped it was another traveller and not the later. If it turned out to be the later, then she would be in serious trouble. |
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| Aenarion | Jan 7 2008, 05:04 AM Post #2 |
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Mud caked his bare chest, covering his scent. He had seen a movement in the trees here, someone without green skin. He wasn't sure if that was something more to be worried about than a band of orcs. He had an arrow knocked in his bow, the bow held down. He crept, silently, into a tiny clearing, and, at that very moment, he heard a twig snap (The twig mentioned in your post.) It wasn't his feet that broke it, however, and, he caught sight, over a bush, a woman walking in between the forest. She, too, heard it, he had seen the alarm register on her face. At that very moment, an orc jumped him, knocking the bow out of his hands, and him off his feet. It beat at him with fists of rage, they were always enraged, it seemed. He brought his knee up into it's groin, and, to his alarm, the beast had been castrated. However, he managed to shatter his crotch before another orc jumped out of the trees to help it's partner. They tried to pin him, but, he was far too big for the two of them, averaging at about four feet tall. He was head-butt by one of them, and, kicked ins the side by the other. He pushed the Orc off of him, grabbed the other orcs leg, and pulled, bringing the orc to it's buttox. The other could not stand, and, the other was trying, but, Aenarion was the first up, groaning from the pain from the kick, bruised at his side, he grabbed the leg of the one that could stand, and broke it, recieving a few struggled blows to the face. He moved to his bow as they struggled towards him, knocked an arrow, and released it into the thick skull of the first. He then knocked another arrow, and released that one into the skull of the other. But hit with a thud, crack, and squish. Blood began to pool from their heads as they twitched, both arrows embedded in their nervous system (Sp?). He knocked another arrow, and, was quick to turn to the surrounding trees, looking for another threat. None were there, however, he kept the bow string pulled back as he looked for the lady in the trees once more. Aenarion knew she had probably heard the struggle, the orcs growling, growning, his grunts. He knew a bruise would appear on his side from where an orc kicked him with a booted foot. He had come too far from his camp, now, where it was secure, and hidden in a thicket, protected by thorn bushes. Orcs loved the taste of elf, he had heard, however, in these woods, there was nothing to hunt, nothing to eat, other than people coming by, and eachother. He also knew that where there was one orc, there were many more, and, he had not thought to bring a sword, only his throwing knives, and his bow. How had they tracked him was his main question, he was an elf, most elves home to the woods, he had been in many woods, but, he had never been here. This place was all too new to him, until he had made friends with dragons, he could not come here. He might not belong to a particular nation, afterall, he prefered the wilderness to the towns. Nature was blunt, perhaps unpredictable, but, blunt. There was no backstabbing, no lieing, it was all apparent is you simply knew how to read the signs. |
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| Osthanto Chetowa | Jan 12 2008, 08:50 AM Post #3 |
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The girl stood still, her ears revolving on the spot, picking up even the slightest sounds. Osthanto's head jerked toward a sudden burst of noise, but could not see clearly what was happening. She could hear the hideous grunts and screams of orcs, but whether they were being killed or had just killed something, she was not sure. Osthanto could clearly hear all the commotion that was happening not far from where she stood. Whatever it was that the orcs had attacked was putting up a great fight, and after a while she could hear arrows flying through the air and the crushing sound of them obviously penetrating the skull of the orcs or the creature if it had managed to evade captivity. Sniffing the air around her she could smell fresh blood, but the smell of it was revolting. She walked as quietly as was possible toward the place she had heard the noise, following the scent of the strange and vile liquid which she had smelled. She reached a clearing and took some cover behind one of the trees on the edge of the clearing. It was hard for her to hide herself though; her tail was always giving her position away. There was really no point in hiding any more. If there was someone who had survived then they would probably be in need of some assistance, and had most likely to have been injured during the fight. As Osthanto looked about the clearing she saw the almost black blood that was staining the ground seeping from the skulls of the orcs, and saw the stranger had another arrow knocked and ready to fire at the next threat. Osthanto wondered whether the man would see her as an enemy or ally. There was only one way to find that out. She stepped into the clearing "Greetings Sir" she said, keeping her voice quiet as not to draw too much attention, well to try and draw a little less than was already directed on the clearing. The probability of more of the creatures lurking in the woods was great. "I have no intentions of harming you, how badly injured are you, that seemed like quite the fight..?" she said, moving forwards slowly, minding what she trod on, but also keeping her eyes on where she was going to avoid any more noise. She still had all her senses working hard, picking up all noise and smells. |
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| Aenarion | Jan 12 2008, 09:56 AM Post #4 |
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Aenarion lifted the bow, and drew the string back tightly, aiming it directly at her skull, the impact would have been enough to knock such a woman off her feet. None the less, he kept it held there, looking into her eyes to see if she was sane, her eyes, however, revealed only the bluntness of sanity. He released the tension cause from the arrow, however, he did not put it back in his quiver. "No, no injuries, all is well, just a couple orcs is all." He said, pridefully, realizing fulled he was bleeding from his left eyebrow, the blood winding around his eye, not sinking into it. At the sound of a rustle in the bushes behind him, he turned, pulled the string back once more, and released. The arrow thudded into something thick, only when he had heard a crack and a squish, did he know that his aiming was accurate. "Either way, I must leave here, it is not safe for anyone in this woods, too many orc war parties out here." He told her, putting the bow on his back after surveying the forest one last time. He knelt, and began to tug off all of the Orcs belongings, leaving them both nude. In the end, he found two slightly-rusted swords, which he belted to his waist, and two metal hand axes, polished to perfection, he kept one in his hand and dropped the other. Amongst other things, he had found jerky meat, which he immediatly stored, after giving each piece a sniff. He took a bite out of one before putting it away. He gripped the hand axe firmly, then, promptly, chopped both heads of, picking them up, he used the back of the axe to smash the back of their heads in, then, with a rope, tied them together, and hung them by a tree, blood oozing out. He put the axe in his mouth, grabbed both bodies, and dragged them out of the clearing, out of sight. The orcs knew that two non-orcs had been here, if they saw two empty skulls, then they would think it was theirs, despite the head difference. Aenarion cast a bolt of void out, striking the heads, and searing the skin off bone, making them look like they could be anyones skull. All the while, he grumbled about stupid orcs and their inability to think properly. He took the axe of of his mouth, and sharply imbedded it in the head of one of the skulls, went, picked up the other axe, and did the same with the other, in a different position. "You can come with me though, if you'de like, I can promise you protection, a hot meal, and shelter for the night." He said to her, suddenly wanting to have more than just pants, a bow, and two poor-quality swords between him and a band of orcs. |
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| Osthanto Chetowa | Jan 13 2008, 05:10 AM Post #5 |
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She saw the man in front of her raise bow, aiming at her head but did not fire. Osthanto's expression was a calm one; she was not fazed by pointed sticks, or death. She felt his eyes meet hers as he seemed to search her for signs on whether or not she was an ally or enemy. She watched as he removed the arrow, releasing the tension in the string that had built up, and listened as he spoke, smiled slightly at the reply that he had given and noticed the trickle of blood on his face. Though she seemed to be paying a bit of attention she had her senses working hard. Her ears pricked when she heard a rustling in the bushes not far from where they stood, shifting her gaze fast to where the noise had come from, and heard the sound of the bow string being released and a thud, and crashing sound. Whatever it was out there was dead. She looked back at the stranger. He seemed an excellent marksman. She listened as he spoke again, and turned her attention back towards him slightly. Her tail twitched slightly, and she watched him put his bow away and watched him curiously and silently as he went about stripping the orcs of their possessions after looking about the forest one last time. Osthanto continued to watch as the man pocketed and strapped on some of the orcs useful belongings and then decapitate both the orcs, and her eyes widened slightly, and her ears lay flat on her head, showing her disgust. Not out of shock or horror, but because of the discussing smelling blood that now flowed thick and fast from the bodies of the creatures. She watched as he hung the heads in a tree and then drag the headless bodies out of the clearing and into a thicket where they would be well hidden from view. Osthanto watched in amazement as he cast a spell that made the skin on the heads of the orcs burn off, and heard him mumbling something but was not really interested in what the exact words where. She watched him imbed the two axes in the skull of the orcs. She turned her gaze away from the skulls to the man who had done the deed as she heard him talking again, asking her if she wished to accompany him. Osthanto thought about it for a second, she had been hoping to get out of the forest by dusk, but she had now witnessed how bloodthirsty the disgusting creatures where, and maybe sticking with this stranger would be the right thing to do. "I suppose it would be foolish to say no to your offer." she said, the tone in her voice was a blunt one, but grateful all the same. She felt rather frustrated that she would not be able to get out of this place today, but anything could happen, and for all she knew she might be able to leave the forest without having to stay in the forest for the night. |
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| Aenarion | Jan 13 2008, 08:48 AM Post #6 |
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"Come along, then..." He whispered, hoping that she was better at staying quiet than orcs tracking abilities. His eyes shifted around the area one last time, and then he turned, and began to walk into the forest. No sound came from his foot steps, and he hunched over, silently drawing one of the blades from his hip. It was small, about two feet long, but, it was better than nothing. He was careful not to break any of the bushes, but, in some places, it was difficult to avoid doing so. Either way, at least that made it easier for her to pass by. He heard more movement, not twenty feet away from their position, and motioned her to a stop, waiting for the noise to pass by. When it did, he began to move on, once again, when they reached a large tree, larger than the others around it, he lifted his hand up, telling her to stop. "I am going to check and see if there is anyone or anything in the camp first, stay right here." He whispered to her, moving around the tree and further down. He peeked through a bush at the thicket, nothing was there, he sighed in relief. Once he returned to her, he gestured her into motion once more, moving down into it, and then, going prone so as not to get caught on anything. Once they were about seven feet in, there was a hole that dropped into the ground, he slid into it. It was roomy, acting as a cave, the roots of the bushing above appeared underneath, water every now and then trickling off of them. He took care to light a few candles before stepping deeper, pulling on more clothing, and armor. He took the two weapons off his belt, and dropped them, not trying to hide the sound. He then also dropped his bow to the ground. He picked up Zenith, his short sword, and strapped it to his waist, and then sat on the floor, resting from the trip here. "There is food and fresh water in my pack if you need it. Now, my question is, what is a pretty lady like you doing in such a dense forest, packed with blood-lusting orcs? It seems like you would be looking for adventure in a much more safer environment." He said to her, motioning at the whole cave, as if to say my shelter is yours. "I am Aenarion, by the way, I am here simply because I have never been here before, and, hoped to find some kind of clue to a certain trouble of mine." He told her, deciding he should probably tell her who he was before he expected any answers out of her. The problem he was looking for the solution to, was something along the lines of why the hell hasn't the bridge been cut that led here. He had heard nasty rumors of this place, and, with a bridge to come here, why would people not cut the bridge and make it impossible for the things to leave. Personally, though, Aenarion thought because there was something of value on this island, and, he sure as heck wanted to find out what it was. Perhaps it was even something to use against the ever-spreading war that Kioku waged. He also noted that it seemed Avalon was ready to just get on it's knees a beg. The king certainly hadn't taken an approach to move his army against this threat. |
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| Osthanto Chetowa | Jan 13 2008, 05:36 PM Post #7 |
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Osthanto heard him whisper for her to follow him and did so silently. He was very quiet as he moved on in front of her, leading the way. She watched him draw one of the rusted swords. They made their way through the bushes, trying not to break any of the branches unless necessary. Her ears pricked up again at the sudden movement close to where they were, and had already stopped before he had signalled for her to. After a while the sound of movement was gone and they made their way forward again, stopping when they reached a large tree. She listened as he spoke and nodded, watching him edge forward away from the tree and towards some dense bush, looking through it to see if there was anything or anyone in the camp. He returned not long after that, and signalled for her to follow him again. Osthanto walked quietly behind him as he led the way. The bushes where thick, snagging at her cloak, but once in the centre of the bushes, she watched him slip down a rather large hole in the ground. She looked about her one last time before following him in. By the time the cave under the ground he had lit a few candles to provide some light to the darkness. Osthanto looked about the spacious cave, seeing the tips of the roots of some of the plants that grew on the surface. She heard the two swords and the bow hit the ground but ignored the sound, still admiring the structure of the cave. The roof seemed to be rather sturdy; the atmosphere inside the cave was moist, from the drops of water that dripped from the ceiling and from the roots. After a while she heard him ask her what she was doing in the forest, and then introduced himself before she was able to reply. "I am just passing through. I was on my way to the village on the other side of this forest, but apparently the short route was the wrong one to take." she said. She was not hungry or thirsty at this time, it was a rather cool day and thus not much fluid was needed."I too have never been to this place, nor had I heard of it before meeting a person on the other side... What kind of problem is it that you are searching for answers to Master Aenarion?" she asked. It seemed like the kind of problem that would affect the lives of everyone who lived in this land, and she had right to know. She took a seat not far from him, leaning against the damp walls of the cave, looking in his direction, her tail resting on the ground next to her, twitching slightly. |
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| Aenarion | Jan 14 2008, 04:01 AM Post #8 |
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"Well, see, i've heard really nasty rumors about the place, but, noone seems to want to take down the bridge, cut of the circulation to the wound, so to speak. I sas also kind of hoping that I would be able to find things of value to either help me, or to sell." He said to her, shrugging. He was good on supplies for now, but, by the time he was off this island, he doubted he would be. Plus, he doubted any village in this island would be any safer than this forest. He unsheathed Zenith, drew a stone out of a pouch on his belt, and began to sharpen it. You never knew how much of a struggle it would be to get out of a tough situation. "Ah yes..." He stated, to himself, picking up a cloth and wrapping it around his forehead, also wiping the blood off his chin. After a brief mental check of his body, he smiled at her. At least he wasn't badly injured, except for a very rowdy head-ache, but, he'd be fine. It wasnt a concussion that he knew of, but, he would make sure not to sleep for several more hours. Even then, he would probably spend the night reading, the forest being too dangerous to get much sleep in anyway. At least she would be able to get a nights rest before getting out of here. He wasn't even sure if by tommorrow, the comotion would die down or not. He could simply wait and hope, if not, he would provide her the best protection he could provide and escort her to her village, then leave. Currently, however, it was very light out, and, it was nearing noon. "As much as I hate to stay in this forest, I think we will have to remain for the night, too many orcs excited about their findings of the skulls. I am also obligated to keep you here at least until night fall, for your safety, of course." He told her, not really meaning to come off as an ass. Just, if they found her, then they'd find him, and, he knew that they were severely out-numbered, and, his endurance only lasted so long. Sure, he imagine he could just take a step into the void and then back out to leave the forest, and escape death, but then that would leave her to her demise. "You look young, too young to be away from home, you know. Either way, I would very much enjoy some company, an old person such as me needs someone to talk to every now and then." He said to her. He looked to be in his thirties, his mind was twenty millenia's old, and this body was somewhere around five hundred. He really was getting old. So old, in fact, that he had fallen in love three times in his life, and had had seven children, all dead. Now, the strangest part was that he was in love with a woman that is young enough to be his great great great grand child, when he thought about it, it sounded ludicrous, but, love knows no age. It was actually awkward when the subject of age was brought up, that being the only thing seperating himself and Mira. |
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| Osthanto Chetowa | Jan 19 2008, 09:09 AM Post #9 |
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She listened as he gave her answer to the question she had posed. "One's most precious possession in this place is life itself... “she murmured, watching as he drew his sword and started to sharpen the blade on a stone he had brought out of a pouch attached to his belt, and then drawing out a cloth, mopping up the blood on his face, and the trickle of crimson liquid that had made its way to his chin, and then wrap the cloth around his head, over the injury on his head. Osthanto could smell the dry blood which he had wiped of his face; the smell was almost intoxicating, making her feel a slight hunger for meat, but that was only the characteristics of the wolf peaking into her usual character. She listened to the surroundings, both inside and outside of the cave. There was definitely great excitement in the surrounding forest, and faint shrieks could be heard. Osthanto again turned her attention away from the background noise and back to what Aenarion was saying, and agreed that if the worst came to the worst, that it would be wisest to remain in the safety of the cave, but did not answer immediately, and heard the next thing he said, and frowned, "Age does not determine one's capabilities...and I thank you for your offer, it is greatly appreciated." she said, looking in his direction. Though she had not said a word about company, she had to admit that it would make a nice change to the solitude that she usually confined herself to. Having someone to talk to was one thing she was not always privileged enough to have. |
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| Aenarion | Feb 3 2008, 10:49 AM Post #10 |
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"I don't know.. I have done a lot of study on anatomy. Your body never stops changing, your mind grows more each day. Your stomach is able to contain more food as it stretches itself out when you get full. Your bones also change as age goes along, for better or for worse, it appears. And, your skull becomes thicker, as well." He said, chuckling to himself at his last remark, shaking his head. She might not have found it funny, or maybe not even understood his meaning, but, it was always good to have a laugh. He slapped his knee as he chuckled, then looked at her again, putting the blade to the side. "You know though.. I must agree with you in many cases, let me show you something." He said to her. Thinking for a moment, he tapped his index finger on his knee cap, looking around and then back to her, his smile grew. He stood and went to his pack, he reached in and drew his robe from it. Reverently, he patted the old thing as he began to stand and unfold it. He pulled it on over his clothes, it was pristine white, silk, four hundred and eighty years old. He felt it's perfect embrace and smiled, remembering putting it on for the first time. That was the wonderous thing about it, it never wore down, it never smelt, in never got dirt on it, it was always a white color. He once again went to his pack and drew plate boots out, along with plate gloves. He pulled both pairs on, and flexed his fingers. They were both as old as the cloak, and both also white. He didn't bother to put any other pieces of armor on, even as he drew on his belt, which contained an arsenal of weapons. He stuffed knifes and daggers into hidden places on his body, clipped pouches on to the front of his belt, and then sat back down, looking as battle ready as ever. Several swords hung from one place on his belt, another on the other side, hs pulled a bauldric on over his head, which held Voidstrike. The Shatterer was in the corner, the newest weapon of his collection, leaning against the wall of the cave. "Tell me, do I still look dashing?" He asked her, curiously. |
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| Osthanto Chetowa | Feb 10 2008, 08:26 PM Post #11 |
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She heard what he had said, and though the meaning eluded her at first she eventually caught on and laughed slightly along with him, watching him slap his knee as he laughed and shook his head. She had never met anyone like this before, and noticed him put his sword to one side before listening to him speaking again, saying he wanted to show her something before tapping his knee with his index finger, look around and then back to where Osthanto sat, and his smile widened. Osthanto was not really sure of what it was, but curiosity was a great flaw of hers, and began to wonder what it was that he wanted to show her. As she sat there, her back leaning against the moist wall of the cave, she watched as Aenarion stood up and made his way over to his pack, pulling out a pure white robe. It had such a unique look about it, like nothing the girl had ever seen before, and she watched as he pulled the robe over his other cloths; her curiosity growing every minute. She tilted her head to the side as she watched him pull out white plate boots and gloves; both appeared as the robe did, to be made of the finest quality, not like the rough clothing that was available to the public of Avalon at present. She watched as he drew out a belt from his pack, which had a wide range of weapons attached to it. Her face did not hide the curiosity and amazement at what she saw. She was not really one to enjoy looking at clothing, but this was one thing she had never in her whole life set eyes on. She looked up into his face when he spoke again, and was not sure on whether to answer, but decided not to be rude, or seem dumbstruck. "Considering I’ve never seen anything like that.... I suppose, very." she said "Tell me, of what is that material made, its magnificent, and those weapons.”She shook her head and smiled. "heh, I’ve never seen anything like this before." |
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| Aenarion | Feb 16 2008, 12:34 PM Post #12 |
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"Ah, it feels worn, but it does not look it! It's only magic is that it does not stain. It is over four hundred and eighty years old!" He exclaimed, going through his pack again, he had something else in there as well. When he drew it out, it was a dress, a blue dress that looked as noble as his robe, that looked like it could have costed more than a country. "From my long passed wife." He said to her. "Would you like to try it on?" He said eagerly, moving towards her and handing it to her reverently. "You two are about the same size, anyway, plus it is your color!" He told her, wanting it to see it put to use, wanting someone who looked pretty to wear it. He would give it to her if she liked it, it was doing no good in his pack, it still smelt of that night so long ago, like roses, his favorite flower. They had found blue roses in that valley, and had put them at the altar. However, what had taken them so long is because they had to be in bloom, and had to still be planted. He loved the color blue so very much, it matched his eyes, and his Fathers eyes, and there was noone in the world he had loved as much as him. When he had placed it in her lap, he watched her with a broad smile on his face. It had been so long since he had been this happy, he did not know why he was happy, or why he was acting this way, but he was. She was just a passerby, afterall, and so was he, going in perpendicular directions. Why he wanted to share this with someone he did not know, was far beyond him. However, he had worn this same outfit during their wedding, and still loved her to this day. Noone could replace that small piece of her left in his heart, and his children. Oh how he missed his family so very much. He had remembered wishing how his father could be at his wedding, he remembered the white own that perched right above them as the priest gave the sacraments of marriage to them. He remembered their kiss, and the love making that followed. It had been one of the best days of his life, who could blame him for wanting to relive this small bit of it, and share it with someone else? |
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| Osthanto Chetowa | Feb 16 2008, 01:57 PM Post #13 |
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Osthanto listened as Aenarion spoke once again, watching as he dug through his pack searching for something else. Her ears twitched as she watched what he was doing, and her expression changed slightly when she saw him remove a magnificent blue dress. Her sensitive nose picked up the smell of roses, not exactly a smell she was used to. Osthatno looked up at the man again as he said that it had belonged to his deceased wife, and was rather surprised when he offered it to her to try on. It felt like it would be a crime to try it on. It seemed to be very special to Aenarion, and the eagerness in his voice and the fact that he handed it to her did not really help her feelings of guilt too much, though why she felt guilty about putting the dress on was a mystery even to her at this time. When Aenarion placed the dress in her lap she looked down at it, feeling the soft fabric as she ran her fingers over it. It was definitely unique in every way. "It’s so fine...." she whispered to herself, "I don’t know If I should, my tail isn't exactly going to be much help in such a gown. It’s really beautiful, you wife must have been a really special person to you, Aenarieon."She said, quietly, still looking at the dress. She could feel him smiling even though she as not looking at him. Osthanto slowly got to her feet, holding the dress carefully, smiling slightly, "I’ll be right back, I'm going to put it on, but being anthro won't make it any easier... “She said, laughing slightly to conceal the guilt she was feeling. |
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| Aenarion | Feb 16 2008, 02:12 PM Post #14 |
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"Yes, she was a special person, and I cared about her so much, she died in a fire. If she hadn't.. We would probably still be together to this day. She was quite literally, an angel, or, rather, a half angel. She was beautiful, too, brown hair, and, I regret not being able to remember her eyes.. The image of her in my head is slowly fading, you know how that goes, I am sure." He said, sadly, moving from an upbeat tone to a sad one, a regretful one. She did, however, do a terrible job of masking guilt. "Don't worry, she wouldn't mind, she was a very giving person, you know. We adopted three children into our home, making it seven total. Isn't that nuts?" He asked, smiling. "I never told them how I managed to get the money for all of this. I used to be a sword for hire, I was rarely at home, having to go to every corner of the world to kill a man for money that I never knew and never would know. The money always felt like pure blood to me, you know.. Spilling someones blood for money was never rewarding, I hated it so much, I just didn't see an alternative. My only excuse was that they were bad men that I killed, people who did something wrong, or, at least, that was what I was told. In a way, I was hazed, and worked for no specific person." He told her, remembering things, long old things. He itched his head for a moment and then let his hand dropped to his knee caps. When she told him he'de walk away for a bit to put it on, he smiled once again. He was glad that it would be put to this small use, he had always wanted everything to be put to some use. He had once tried the dress on himself, it didn't have the right womanly touch to make it beautiful, though. He had had a good chuckle to himself. He was a simple man, now, whereas he used to be so complex, and looking for answers, now, he looked for answers, but enjoyed the small pleasures of life. No longer did he kill people simply because he saw them in the forest and they were threatening. No.. He befriended them, he hated making enemies, and was tolerant of most folk anyway. It had been a long time since he'd fought anything up until now, those orcs. He knew they would eventually find them, but, told her nothing. It was no big thing to fret over, he would be able to hold them off, kill them, and get them out of there. If the worst occured, he could simply take her into the void briefly. He had done it before, but the person had been in immense pain afterward. Better that than death, anyway, not only that, but if she had wandered off, she would have gotten caught by yet more orcs, a fate worse than death. |
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| Osthanto Chetowa | Feb 17 2008, 05:38 AM Post #15 |
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Osthanto listened as he described his passed wife, hearing the change in the tone of his voice from a rather cheerful one to a sad one. She felt another wave of guilt flood her, and knew that she was not good at hiding guilt. It was the only feeling she was not good at hiding. When he explained that his wife was a very giving person who would not have minded her trying the dress on, Osthanto turned a slightly shade of pink, now having proof of just how awful she was at hiding guilt form others. "I don’t think it’s crazy, you gave those children a reason to continue living, having a family to care for you is a wonderful thing, especially for a young child." she said quietly, remembering her childhood. It had no been the most brilliant one, but having both her parents to care for her always brought a smile to her face. She continued to listen as he spoke about the jobs he used to take up so that he had money to provide for his family. When Aenarion turned around and walked away she retreated into the shadows of the cave and got changed into the blue dress, it felt strange to be wearing a dress. and it was rather strange in that her tail was no longer free to move as it was when she just wore trousers and the shit covered by the equally dull cloak. She had to admit that it was comfortable, and fitted very well. Her ears pricked as she felt just how light it was, how free it made her feel. "Its wonderful..." she thought to herself, looking down at the fabric.”It feels so light..." she said quietly, she was so used to feeling the weight of her usual clothing. She folded the shirt, trousers and cloak neatly to avoid them getting creased and then made her way back into the lit area of the cave. |
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