A Tank Top On A Scorpion (Morgan)

[Elanzaros]

There are always things about countryside that causes one to relax in a devil may care sort of way. There is the sheer peacefulness of the place. The lack of any other sound except for the occasional bird twittering absent-mindedly to itself. The grass swishing around in a breeze that is almost none existent. Thoughts floating around the human mind that display pictures of relaxation such as the idea of warmth and peace. There was one man who rather enjoyed this state of tranquillity. Hence why when his companion, who for obvious reasons had been wearing a bag over his head, started to wail in a rather desperate plea for his own life. Mizaros had seen fit to restore the countryside to its previously silent state. The screaming abruptly cut off, followed by a dull flump sound.

Mizaros now sat on the grass next to his companion who now had the definitive silent nature about him. Mizaros adjusted his coat so it didn’t get dipped in the spreading pool of blood circulating from the body. The coat itself was rather extravagant, shining and adorned with fur of various kinds. A harmless adornment on a much more dangerous thing. Like a bobble hat on a leopard, or a tank top on a scorpion. Footsteps sounded through the silence and Mizaros rolled his eyes slightly. Annoyance at this distraction becoming obvious.

[renea]

She moved through the land, the passing breeze was welcoming after her long venture to these beautiful plains. She knew it was out of the way, since she was on her way back home for a few days to get a few more materials for her new area back in Surda. She was making swords and blades for the Varden and she had left something in her excitement. She stopped not far from the Plains, her eyes lifted to the sky as she listened around her to the birds and the felt the emotions of all the small animals. Her black hair was pulled back into a long braid that went down to the small of her back and her emerald eyes opened to her flawless face. Her ears, unlike other elves, had been slanted back more then normal.

She entered the plains, her eyes skimming over, but she snapped her head to one area. In the middle of the plains was a being, elf by the look of it. Her eye sight allowed her to see perfectly for many feet and she knew what she was looking at. She moved forward, something about this being did not make her stand easy. She smelt blood, that was for sure, it was easy to smell, musky and disgusting, but something she lived with.

[Elanzaros]

Mizaros looked up to see if he could spot the source of footsteps, which disturbed the quiet place he had just tainted. In his mind, murdering in such a place was fine, but disrupting it was a definite no o. He wouldn’t dream of coming into this place and screaming like his victim had, what did screaming gain in the grand scheme of things? Did it help him at all? No it didn’t in the slightest, it would have been more help if he had performed a dance or two. He easily located the source of the footsteps. They belonged to a rather beautiful looking woman slowly approaching him from over a hill. Immediately his annoyance melted away. There were certain things that made a man think twice and one of them was a beautiful woman, ranking just above a large mallet being held in a certain area of his anatomy.

He got up from his seated position and casually stepping over the thoroughly leaking body, beginning to close the gap between them both much faster. He ran his hand through his hair once and stared dead ahead at the woman, considering her as he approached. As he got up close to her he openly looked her up and down before speaking. “You are?”

[renea]

Tasalae saw him coming towards her, her hand, which was hidden beneath her black cloak, went to her hip, just above a blade that she was skilled in using. She was uneasy about this man, something inside her told her that he was no good, something about the man was making her wary. She looked him over, of course, in her eyes, he was strong and good looking, but she knew better then to rely on features, that was for sure. She stopped just before him and saw him look her over before he asked for her name.

"I am Tasalae," She stated evenly toned, but her voice sounded like a rippling brook and broke the sound of nature with ease and not like a dagger going through skin. She could smell blood all around him, it lingered on his body, gave the scent of dread in the pit of her stomach. She said nothing though, her eyes hid her confusion.

[Elanzaros]

Mizaros nodded slightly as she said her name, almost evaluating her, as he looked her over. Wondering exactly why he was talking to her after a while. In the mind of the arrogant man there was always the nagging question of why exactly he was allowing whomever he was talking to so much time with him. In this case he was struggling to find any other reason apart from her looks.

He waved his hand rather expectantly and said, “So…what do you want?” Subtlety was something that Mizaros rarely needed to get what he wanted. Being in the organisation he was in everyone in the lower orders did as he said for fear of death, not courtesy of the enemy but courtesy of Mizaros. He stared into the woman’s eyes for a moment before eying her stance, openly. The woman was holding her hand near her hip; in Mizaros’s experience this meant that she was harbouring some sort of weapon. Hardly ever was it just the way people stood, if it was then he was unduly sorry for all those he had killed anyway.

[renea]

She watched him easily, her hand held the pommel of her dagger gentle, but it just looked like she had placed her hand on her hip and stood natural. She watched as his eyes moved over her with ease and then finally asked the question of why she was here. It was simple, she liked the land and plains, but it was much more then that.

"I am heading back to my home in the forest to retrieve a few things from my sword smith work shop," She said in simple terms so if anyone was around, they would not understand where she was talking about. Her other hand, though hidden from view stayed by her side, she could of propped it up too, next to her sword and not her other dagger, which was further back and hidden from view. "And who might you be and your reason for being here?" She shot the question back him, showing she was not one you wanted to fool with.

[Elanzaros]

Mizaros smiled at the woman, retrieving kit from a workshop in a forest on the other side of the world. Yes because that made perfect sense, he didn’t understand why people couldn’t tell the truth so others could make of them what they wished. Mizaros had yet to meet the person who upon learning his true intentions was willing to do anything involving him let alone turn him into the authorities. He couldn’t understand why people had to lie all the time, all it took was mere concentration to achieve things in life. For example, Mizaros himself had encountered a form of sport in his home back up in the mountains that would usually taken two years to master, so he had strained himself and achieved this in a couple of months. That was the problem everyone had too many distractions.

He spoke calmly and gestured out across the plains to the suspicious lump from which a certain red liquid was oozing. Not only that but now a bit of it was rolling away down the hill, very slowly. “That is my business. My name is Mizaros Xelsare, uncrowned king of the realm beyond the Beor’s.” He made a point of adding on his title whenever he introduced himself to someone, whenever people questioned it it was of course their choice too, but that was about the same choice as willingly hurling yourself off a waterfall.

[renea]

She spoke the pure truth, she was going back to the elf kingdom to retrieve some things so she could make all her work with perfection, at least with perfection in her eyes. She crossed her arms, pulling them away from her weapons and in front of her body, just under her chest, her emerald eyes looking into his own eyes. Her braid slithered down her back gently as she moved her head a little. She had to smile after receiving his title and gave a smile.

"Mizaros Xelsare? A name I have heard before," She said, however, the title was foreign to her, but she did not say a word about, since it was his life if he wanted to say he was some for of king. She looked at him, her eyes were calm, gentle, and she knew enough to know he was a male, but not a normal elf, he was darker and more human in some ways. She knew elves like that. They lived to be a rebel, normal elves sang to trees and flowers, something she did, but it was rare and only when she was at home relaxing, he did not sing to the trees or the land, he sang his own song, it was a song of dead and murder. "I had wondered what that smell was, that musky smell of blood."

[Elanzaros]

Mizaros raised an eyebrow at her sentence; it was sort of obvious really. If someone came up to you smelling of blood it wasn’t as though you were likely to think ‘oh well there’s a novelty I expect he’s just come from a steam rally.’ He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together rather vaguely, wondering exactly what this woman was likely to want to do with the information. “It is something of a by-product when you chop bits off of someone,” he said slightly sarcastically, glancing back at the body to find that the head had managed to get to the bottom of the hill. Oh well, it was as though he would be needing it anymore.

He glanced in the general direction of where he knew the forest was, just because he couldn’t see it from there doesn’t mean it wasn’t there of course. “What are you planning on doing with this information?” He asked interestedly, wondering if her head was to be joining the one now nestling at the bottom of the hill.

[renea]

She looked at him, rolling her eyes before she looked off in the direction of the forest before she let eye land back on his large body. She took in a breath of fresh, however, tainted air before she let herself relax some more and seem completely uncaring for the man before her. She was like a true snake, because you never know what a snake will do. She went from being concerned to the smell to completely blank. She then let her eyes rest on him, finally taking in his features for a second and then taking in another breath.

"Does it matter what I do with such information, I am sure you could hide out if people came to look for you," She said, a smile planted on her face as she let the sly smile of a trickster slide through her body. She wanted to get on the move, but this elf was very interesting, something she liked about other... Interest.

[Elanzaros]

Mizaros, looked down at the girl, a hint of malice in his eyes for a split second. It vanished almost instantly however as he stared down at her. “Yes I can hide myself, at least well enough for the dullards who look for me to be flummoxed. But I do tend to get rather bitter about people who rat on me.” He moved in slightly, it could almost be considered, invading her intimate space as he glared down at her.

“In fact that was what my business out here was. I would really hate to have such a pretty face rolling down the hill to meet such an ugly one that’s just come off.” He said bluntly, almost in reverance.

[renea]

She watched him move to her, her emerald eyes narrowed in a taunting way before she gave a sly smile and looked up his body to his own eyes. She had to smile, his whole personality was something to laugh at, which was normal for her to do. She liked to have some fun, most the time, it was just who she was, how she acted most the time. She let herself stay where she was, normal she would have moved away from him, but something about him made her not want to move away.

"You couldn't even compete with my swordsmanship," she said with a teasing sound in her voice as she looked up at him, her emerald eyes danced over his body for a moment before back to his own eyes.

[Elanzaros]

Mizaros raised a brow at her words; yes she was evidentially teasing him. But he still didn’t like people questioning his talents. It made him feel as though he had to prove himself once more, something that he had learned to be quite dangerous as a weapon against his enemies.

He couldn’t help but let his hands creep up her sides momentarily before saying, “you couldn’t handle me with my swordsmanship.” He then let his arms fall, he never bothered to conceal his intentions in anything, only very rarely during stealth missions would he on principle, he didn’t see the need to lie about ones true purpose.

[renea]

She felt his hand rest on her hips for just a moment and she had to smile a little. She knew she could handle him, however, he would have to learn to handle her. She was a loose rocket, she could do almost anything, she knew how to handle him easily. She laughed a little, his hands moved from her hips and she let her eyes follow them before she let them travel back up to his body to his eyes.

"Oh, I could handle you," She said, teasing him some more as she spoke. She knew she could, however, he would have to learn to handle her.

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

The countryside was just so much more appealing when you didn’t actually have to be there.

Personally, I hated it. For the past two days, there’d been nothing, absolutely nothing around me except for waist-high grass and lots of wind. No shops, no people, no freaking civilization to keep me sane. I was completely and entirely alone, and probably lost, from how long I’d been wandering. But the worst thing was that there wasn’t anything to steal! No, actually, that wasn’t it. It was the cold. The freezing, murdering, horrible cold. There wasn’t any snow on the plains- it was so windy that anything that fell out of the sky was blown towards the Spine- but the air was still icy, nipping and biting at my unprotected face. But then, it gave me the chance to flaunt a very elegant fur coat, dyed dark gold, and I looked absolutely fabulous in it. So, the worst thing was not being able to steal. No, it was the lack of hygiene! There was no water out here to bathe in, no soap, absolutely nothing that made up the very basic necessities of my life. With all these things combined, I was very surprised that I wasn’t screaming like a maniac by now. I certainly felt like it, though.

I trudged over the next hillock that made up the godforsaken plains, my head hanging low. I was exhausted from walking for so long- my lovely shiny dark blonde hair was now falling out of the elegant bun I’d placed it into, making me look like a peasant, and the oil I’d delicately placed on my eyelashes had dried up and probably looked completely flaky. Besides that, my lip pigment and pale green mineral eyeshadow both desperately needed reapplying, and I was going to very surprised if I didn’t have a new zit or two by now. Stress never, ever, ever did good things to my poor face.

I chose to blame Remy for it. The big-shot ex-Rider was off flaunting his important position in Feinster for a subtle assault on the main gates, and he had wanted to make sure I didn’t interrupt his job. So, he’d gone to Nasuada and arranged for me to meet up with some of her kin, a bunch of roving nomads out here on the plains. It was going to be a simple request for them to join forces with the Varden. Of course, that wouldn’t be all I’d be doing- I was also supposed to steal a certain talisman that the chieftain held dear and make off with it, then pin it on the Empire, who had also been sending missionaries to request the nomads’ assistance in the war. If my request didn’t work, then that hopefully would.

Of course, there came the matter of finding the nomads. The plains were big, but flat. The idea of finding a bunch of camps hadn’t sounded so tough back in Surda. Of course, after a long trek up here to the hated north, and several warnings that the nomads could be anywhere, I’d truly realized the difficulty of the situation. And now I wanted to tear my hair out. It already looked absolutely God-awful anyway. There was no way I was going to find the nomads- besides the despicable, eternal grass, all I’d ever seen was odd flickers of motion on the rolling hills, but by now I just took them to be my own imagination playing tricks on me. I was certainly losing it. When I got back home to Urû’baen, I made a quiet vow that I would scratch Remy’s eyes out.

As I climbed over the next rise, I heard voices. I stopped short, suddenly frightened. Was I really going insane? There were two voices, a man’s and a woman’s, and they rose and fell with the lull of the wind. I suddenly remembered when Nasuada had debriefed me on the disadvantages and advantages of the plains- one of them being that sound carried so far, you could hear an enemy long before you saw them. It could go the other way around, too, which was why I wasn’t screaming my head off at how non-fabulous my situation was. I immediately dropped, remembering Remy’s lessons about staying hidden. Of course, I could have just turned into a cat, but a major disadvantage to that was that whenever I turned back into human form, I ended up naked, and I wasn’t about to walk around in nothing but my skin in the middle of the freaking plains.

I looked over the next hillock, and couldn’t stop a gasp of awe leaving my lips when I suddenly saw a line of trees on the far northern horizon. Being surrounded by flatness for two days straight does that to you. I was near Du Weldenvarden, the elves’ home. Elves. I rolled my lips back in a sneer. The nomads certainly weren’t going to be around here. I would have turned back, but I was still listening to the voices. My hearing was much less sensitive when in human form, but even my rounded ears could detect that they were coming from the bottom of the hillock. I peered down. There were two lone figures there- one was very, very large, and the other was as slim as a young tree, so it was clear that the large one was the man and the smaller one was the woman. Neither was paying any attention to their surroundings- they simply had eyes for each other. My curiosity getting the better of me, I got up into a crouch and slowly made my way down the hillock. As I moved, I noticed a third person on the next rise, lying down and surrounded by what I at first thought was mud, maybe. He wasn’t paying attention to the two standing figures.

As I neared, my yellow eyes widened as I picked out more detailed features of the two. The woman was an elf, obviously- the pointed ears, slim, feline frame, and flawless features made that obvious. The man was an elf, too, from his very defined features and the pointed ears as well. Normally, I would have turned back and gone the way I’d come from. I had never cared for the hoity-toity ‘Fair Folk’, with their eye-burning perfection and total contempt of the other races. But the man looked oddly familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, even though I was very sure that I’d never met him before. I would certainly remember a good-looking guy like that. Besides how familiar he looked, he was completely bulky, something I’d never seen in an elf before. They were lithe things of excruciating perfection, not brawlers. I looked at the third figure to see how he came into things.

There were two things I noticed. One, he had no head. I squeaked with fear and dropped my butt onto the ground. Two, that wasn’t mud that was around him, but a pool of blood instead. Neither elf was paying much attention to him, which could only mean that they’d killed him. At my squeak, both elves looked up, and I ducked down low into the grass. This wasn’t good. At all. I was terrified of violence. The best thing to do would be to leave, but the elves already knew I was here, so if I turned my back, I’d likely end up with an arrow embedded in it. As I worried over what to do, I suddenly realized where I knew the man from. I couldn’t remember his name, but his face was up on the wanted posters, listed as a second-hand man to some Kolbjorn guy who was one of the big bosses of the Enclave, the biggest criminal organization in Alagaësia. Well, that explained the dead body. I didn’t recognize the woman, but she was likely in the Enclave too. Nasuada would want to hear about this. All the more reason for me to leave. But I heard the two elves murmuring about the noise I’d made, and I knew that they were going to come up to see me- or shoot pointy things at the spot I’d disappeared into. The only choice I had, it seemed, was to use my charming personality to get out of this dilemma.

I stood up very suddenly, snatching at my ear and twisting at the golden bauble on it. “Oopsie!” I said to the elves, followed by a laugh. It sounded nervous to me, though. “Dropped my earring. Isn’t that the most annoying thing? I mean, if I lose my jewellery here it’s, like, gone forever, yah?” I had a very rapid way of talking, and I said everything in one breath. “Hope I didn’t scare you guys… kind of bumped into you, I hope you don’t mind, yah?” I nervously waited for a reply.

Words;; 1483
Muse;; Odd. But it seems to be healing. XD
Thoughts;; Could be better. I rushed it, lulz.[/size]