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Post by prayanna on Sept 11, 2009 16:41:39 GMT -5
The long days of winter were cold. The white snow though had a silvery sheen on it when the slight sunshine shown on it. The wind howled slightly as light snowflakes were blown away from it. They settled down with the others on the grass. Tall green pine trees surrounded Dale's cottage, letting her only have space to lay down a path to the cobblestone street. They stood there like tall mighty warriors, guarding her house. Dark shadows filled the house's windows as Dale's green eyes glanced out it.
Dale sat on the armchair, more comfortable than ever, as she was being settled on pillow cushions filled with feathers. She was knitting a scarf for herself. She held the needles carefully in her hands and stuck it through a loop in the string, then wrapped a piece of it around it, then slipped it off. The crackling fire in the stone fireplace was enough to keep the whole room warm. Dale watched it for a while, then kept knitting. She repeated the steps until it was a full scarf. She took it off the knitting needles and stared at it, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. She put the green scarf around her neck, the walked over to the clothes rack and seized her heavy, furry and black winter cloak. Dale wrapped it around herself as she stepped into her tall leather boots. She opened the door, and immediately snowflakes flurried toward her. Her long black hair swirled around her as she stepped outside. She made her way toward the street, then slapped on the hood. She continued walking, with nothing for company except for the howling wind and the tiny snowflakes. |
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Post by asgar on Sept 12, 2009 16:28:09 GMT -5
Asgar had returned from the army of Elves he had asked for some time away from the fighting, he knew it was not something usually done but the spellcaster had become to caught up in the war that he felt he had almost forgot who he was. He had killed countless solders without even looking back, without feeling anything. He knew he had to do it but still he should still feel something when he ended another's life. He had returned to clear his head. He was a very powerful Elf and as a spellcaster was responsible for the lives of others, he could not be feeling the way he did in the middle of battle. The snow fell heavily over the forest and the green trees had become covered in a blanket of pure white. It looked amazing, truly magnificent. As he walked through the snow he almost forgot that there was a war going on right under his nose. His green clothing made him almost impossible to miss in the winter snow. On his left hip was his half a hand sword that he had used not so long ago. A single diamond was in the hilt of his blade storing energy in case he needed it.
However he knew that nothing would harm him in this wood and he was not on alert. His feet made only slight indents on the ground below and only an expert tracker would be able to follow him. He admired the beauty of Nature until he saw a small plant withering. He crawled onto his knees and bent close to the flower. He began to sing in a beautiful elvish voice. Slowly the flower begins to green and slowly stands up right. As he finished his song a bright purple flower sprouts. He smiled and stands back up.
He began to sing in the same words as he walked. It was beautiful and carried on the wind. As he passed any plants that were ill drew power from him and were healed again. If he were anywhere else he would worry about an Ambush but here he knew he was safe. He carried on through the woods until he met another elf. She was under a cloak. He spoke to her in a deep voice. " Good Evening."
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Post by prayanna on Sept 13, 2009 18:51:51 GMT -5
Dale turned around sharply. Her hood fell and released a curtain of black hair that whipped the stranger across the face. "Oh sorry," she said sheepishly, her head slightly down. When she raised her head, she saw an elf dressed in green. Dale did think she heard singing earlier. She relaxed her shoulders, and could feel her cheeks turning pink from both the blood rising to her cheeks and the snowflakes stinging them coldly. She put the hood back on, then clutched her cloak tighter around her. "So.. er.." Dale began. "Sorry again. I-I'll just get going." She squeezed the cloak tighter around her again, then half-ran, half-walked ahead to where she was going. |
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Post by asgar on Sept 14, 2009 7:25:21 GMT -5
She spun faster than any human, male or female, could as her hood fell he admired her unmarred beauty. Her black hair was long and sleak almost shining in the light. Her green eyes were a deep and beweldering contrast to her black hair but stunning none the less. Her skin, like any Elf, was as pale as the snow that rested beneath their feet. Even Asgar, who was rarley interested in woman prefering to fight or practise Magic was captured by the Elf and her beauty. He smiled when he saw her reddening cheeks, wondering if it was the frozen snow or his presence which had caused it, he wished for the second of his two thoughts, though it was a sly smile and he doubted anyone would see it or if they did would just belive he was adjusting his face in the cold winter.
As the snow began to fall onto his shoulders his green cloak was becoming ever more white and less green with every passing second of snow fall. However he preferred the cold to the heat and the snow to the sun. He did not know why but his mother had said it was becuase he was born in the dead of winter at a full moon when the snow was blowing a gale. Off course he thought that was rubbish, as if when he was born could control who he acted or what he fekt and preferred. However she was his mother and would show her respect. While he had retreated into his world of thought he saw the Elf-Maid walking away. Usually this would not bother him in the slightest and he would just go about his buisness. Now however he felt that he wanted to talk to her more.
Je picked up his speed he was not running or walking but somewhere in between but he was still doing it with more grace than any human could even dream off. In seconds he had caught up with her. " Maybe, next time, if you are going to leave someone standing in the snow you could at least give them the proper saying of good-bye." The snow began to step up and the next had crept in. It was now twilight. " Brisingr, iet tauthr." He spoke in a commanding voice until a red flame apperared above his head creating light and heat. " I am Asgar."
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Post by prayanna on Sept 17, 2009 17:14:25 GMT -5
Dale wheeled around, stopping in her tracks. She gave Asgar the glare of life, her green eyes narrowing piercingly. Who does this person think he is? Dale thought angrily. But then she remembered her mother, who was now dead, telling her that she hated when people who offended her, even if they didn't mean it. Her thoughts drew to her dead mother, and the rest of the family who were dead, or she simply didn't know where they were. Dale looked up at the red flame and blinked. She fought back tears, that were threatening to leak out of her eyes. She wasn't about to cry in front of this stranger. A forced smile lifted the corners of her lips. Then she frowned. "I just need to go, okay?" Dale said loudly prove to herself she wasn't crying, although she could feel tears creeping to the front of her eyes. "I'm busy." she added, a little quieter, though fiercely. Her scene blurred, and she hastily brushed the tears away with her fingers. "Just go away." And with that, she turned around gracefully and started heading her way again.
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