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| Helgrind | Jul 3 2009, 07:38 AM Post #1 |
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"Mélawen... celebrindal" The voice sounded as no more than a whisper through the shadows, the creatures form hidden well in the darkness. Silver red eyes looked out from behind the long strands of hair that hung in her face. Helgrind was alone again, just staring out at the dark landscape. So cold. It did not seem right that she was so at peace with herself. There was not a single hint of pent up anger or hatred in her mind or soul. The demon had seemingly abandoned her to her self; left her to her own devices and it was confusing her logic. Not since her death had she been left to her own thoughts and knowledge. "This scares me... were are you? Why aren't you replying?... DEMON!" Helgrind let out a deep sigh and collapsed against the tree she was resting against, feeling the weakness that consumed her fully as she breathed in, and stabilizing her sudden situation. "You can't be gone... You can't just have used me..." The dark/night elf looked up at the sky with pleading eyes as if wishing that the thing that cursed and made her life such a living hell would return. Without it she had nothing, was nothing? Her entire existence depended on it's being there to control her. "What is meant to happen to me?..." Helgrind frowned and looked deep into the forest that surrounded her; shivering lightly as the chill of the night began to set in slowly. This was going to be a very lonely, cold night. |
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Atra gülia un ilian tauthr ono un atra ono waíse skölir frá rauthr *~Helgrind~* | |
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| Perlin | Jul 3 2009, 09:05 AM Post #2 |
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A night like this was all Perlin could want, all he needed. He started his stroll in these forests after leaving one of the small settlement villages along the edge of this forest. His face was stone as he stepped lightly along the crunch of the leaves. The darkness seemed to magnify every sound, so it seemed to the dark elf. He had removed the clothe that acted as a blindfold to the sun when dusk had settled in. His eyes shone the crimson of the elves of his kind. They were different though. Somehow. His eyes shone the red, but it was different, it as though it held a hundred thousand lives within it. It was a more sinister red, like that of looking at blood compared to the red of paint. One could just sense there was more to the redness than that of heritage. They were right. Perlin was infact a demon trapped in the body of a drow. This he did on purpose, this he did out of what was once love. But no more. He had more problems to deal with. Perlin wandered out into this wilderness to think. A strange person had removed him of his blade, and due to the uncertian curcumstances, he had allowed the being to keep his cursed blade as a sign of cooperation between the two. This had upset the dark elf, much to his agreement earlier. It would not have been a problem, but the blade was cursed by him, when he was in demon form. Now all he has left is his posion sword for combat, deadly as it is. He sighed as his boots crunched the dirt underneith and the sound of night crept along the sweeping winds. It was going to be a cold night. The dark elf did not mind the cold how ever, and he kept along his path, listening to the animals of the night, this was expecially so for the ears of an elf, who's hearing is increased due to their size. His mind was just wandering off at this point, just walking automaticly, letting his senses and insticts take over on where to move, this was going to be a cold night... |
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| Helgrind | Jul 6 2009, 03:31 AM Post #3 |
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Helgrind leaned her side against the uneven bark and fiddled idly with a stalk of grass as she poked and prodded through her mind, looking for the presence of the demon in her mind. Nothing yet; this was annoying to the elf. She relied on it for her potent attitude and strength. She had learned to depend on it for its knowledge which surpassed that of her own, for it's presence. It served as her company and commander, and she was just the vessel that help it's form. It had been the one to bring her life after hers had been destroyed. Without it she was lost, and lonely; afraid for herself. Letting out a deep sigh, the dark/night elf cross-breed looked around the woods once more, as she softly began to sing a sad melody in her own tongue that she had thought of before her death. It was about two lovers, separated by their different ways and by war, doomed to be separated forever. It brought back memories of her past lover. She did not remember his name anymore; that had escaped long ago. She remembered him as being tall, muscular and handsome; a wonderful man, loving and kind in his ways. He had been so forgiving of her, but he was gone, and her heart longed for him, but knew he was not to be had. He had most likely moved on and would not remember her. It was the way it usually turned out. Helgrind's head snapped around and she held her silence for a moment, as a sound of leaves crunching near by caught her attention. What ever it was moved rather swiftly from what she heard. Her curiosity kicked in and the elf got to her feet slowly and made her way towards what was moving through the woods, starting to sing again, softly and sweetly as was her way; wondering on what it was and whether it would even notice her. Singing was her way of hiding her nerves, and to alert whom ever or what ever it was that she was there so as not to startle them. |
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| Perlin | Jul 8 2009, 01:15 AM Post #4 |
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Sounds were normal for a forest. Chirpings of grasshoppers, owls hooting into the night, and the scurry of nocternal creatures. A voice is not one of them, a singing voive muchless. A light melodic voice singing in the dead of night is even more uncommon. Perlin knew this. All too well. The dark elf stopped, and looked around, the only creatures that produces this kind of voice were elves. The last time Perlin remembered the elves of the surface don't like, nor do they trust, or generally let live, the drow, and a lone drow would be seen as a threat to the forest, let alone a lone drow wandering around the forest, at the dead of night, with weapons. Perlin could see nothing, not yet. His eyes gave a low gleem as everything to him turned light green. His vision changed, now he could see every animal around, they showed as shapes of reds, oranges, and yellows, showing off their body heat. He searched, there was not a shape in the form of any humanoid around yet. They were somewhere, the voice of the elves were present. Elf. There was one, just one voice of an elf. A female elf. Perlin listened to the voice closely. He crept along the forest path slowly, hearing the voice and watching with his infrared vision. The drow were equipt from birth with the ability to see in the dark. They needed that, seeing as they lived in the underdark from below ground. Perlin stopped, this was not the song of an elven dance, this was more sorrowful, and more sad than the elves night dance. The songs of those dances prases the beauty of the moon and the forest. This was nothing close to those of the night dance. Perlin bent low and stalked down the path. His hand held on the hilt of his posion blade. His eyes twitched back and forth, searching for the source of the voice. Meeting an elf in the dead of night would be bad for the drow. That might be the case, and Perlin was ready for anything. Perlin looked closely. There. Right there, was a form, a shape taller than the other creatures. It was too skinny and small to be a bear, and it was on two feet, couldn't be a deer, or a goblin, or an orc. It had to be the elf. Perlin shifted his eyes from their night sight to normal. It was a female, and her mouth was moving. Perlin drew back slightly when he saw her skin. It was a drow, another drow! She wasn't wearing any armor, so this wasn't a raiding party. He started to lower his hand from the hilt, keeping it close to be able to strike. He stood up slowly walked forward, towards the figure. When he saw that she had seen him, he put up a hand, and keeping his other close to the blade, but making sure that he didn't look like he was a threat, he was in no mood to fight, even through he was slightly agitated. He didn't have a problem fighting a woman, but he didn't enjoy it. |
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| Helgrind | Jul 13 2009, 11:59 PM Post #5 |
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Helgrind continued through the trees at the same slow pace, letting her voice drift through the night air with the same sad tune as before. Looking about as she walked, her silver/ red eyes looking for the movement. There was nothing thus far; nothing that she did not feel secure about. Her senses had dulled over the years that she had lived without her natural side being in charge. She had lost her touch and ability to see as clearly as she used to. Being a cross breed between two great elvish nations, she had never been able to fit in with either race, and thus her learned abilities were minimal. Slowly the elf change her song slightly, adding questions to the verses and continuing the sad melody. Questions like; Why did you find me, what you wanted from me, when would you return to her arms. It was meant for the creature she was looking for, but phrased in such a way that the questions could be asked to her lover of old, questioning him and his actions. She missed him dearly. Not only him, but his embrace; so strong and yet so gently and loving, warm. It made her heart sink to think that he was gone... The sound of crunching leaves continued as she walked, seemingly growing nearer. Helgrind pressed on slowly, quietly. Her only regret about her position had to be that she had no protection what so ever. Her weapons had been lost at death and she found herself alone and unprotected without the demon to stay with her and provide her with company and it's own form of protection. The figure in the forest seemed to be moving at slightly quicker pace and seemed to have changed direction of travel... towards her!. Helgrind stood still and waited patiently, her voice dying down till there was nothing but the natural sounds of the forest. An outline emerged of a two legged creature of a dark skin like hers. Helgrind felt herself weakening and her heart rate increasing. Long ears that were a trade mark of her kind; another elf. Helgrind shook her head and took a step backwards over a root, tripping and falling to the ground. Just the fact that he was of her kind made him a threat to her. She feared her own for what they had done for her and thus her immediate response was to back away quickly. Helgrind stepped over a root, her other foot getting hooked in the loop that stuck out and she fell backwards, pushing herself up with her elbows, her expression of one who was pleading; frightened. "Please! I mean you no harm. Just let me be, just let me go in peace! I beg it of you!?" |
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| Perlin | Jul 18 2009, 10:38 PM Post #6 |
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Perlin watched as she recognized what he was, and slowly put down his hand. It was no use, once she saw what he was, there was no stopping her reaction. Perlin gave a sigh. Her reaction would be the same as most, flee in terror. Even though the dark elf was evil, most would say, he still did not like the reactions most people give towards Drow. Save for those he wants to instill fear into. The nightblade sighed again and shook his head. He took his hand off the pommel of his blade. No use for this now, it seems, Perlin thought, as he watched her back away and trip over the roots behind her. Perlin's first reaction was laughter, but seeing the situation, and not wanting her to hurt herself further by having a Drow stand over her laughing. That might ensure a negative reaction. Perlin, although having a dark mind, did not enjoy killing women, it was one of his own laws. He walked forward cautiously, he watched her try to get back up. She failed. Perlin almost laughed this time. He stifled it into a slight cough. He guessed she took this as some kind of threat because she started spewing words and begging for her life. The Drow raised one of his thin angular eyebrows at the life begging, she probably would have taken as a question he was posing to himself whether to kill her or not. All he was thinking was why he gets into these situations. Perlin stepped over the last few feet to her and bent down, squatting down so he stayed on his feet. He made sure he kept his blade far enough where she couldn't reach it. He looked at her in the eyes skeptically and said, without a hint of any lie in it "I am not here to hurt you." His voice, even from a race so terrifying as a drow, still held the sweet melodic air of an elf. The dark elf held out his hand to her, as an offering. "May I help you up?" He said, making sure she would be unable to reach for his blade without difficulty, and if she tried, he was ready for it... |
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