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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Mar 18, 2006 19:13:05 GMT -5
A tall dark figure walked straight into the heart of the Elf forest. The stranger, had been searching for a very special area- a grave. After finding what he had ben searching for, he crept twords it, not making a single noise until approaching it out in the open.
"Rain... just like the last time we where here.. brother." whispered as he bent his knees to sit on his lower legs. His fingers smoothly brushed the mud of the burial site.
A small grin appeared on his face; reaching his mechanical hand up to his chest, where the pocket of a used bullet lied. Although his hand couldn't feel it, his chest could as it pressed against his warm peach skin. "Has it aloready been this long?" He asked himself as his arms flew forward, touching the dirt as he now stood on all fours.
The clouds of grey set the mood, and the silver droplets of rain hid the rivers of guilt that fell from his face upon the grave of a beloved. Wind, whipped his dark hair over his eyes, and the maroon cloth that stayed wrapped around his upper body swayed in the wind, touching the mud every so often.
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Post by Alanna Elensar on Mar 18, 2006 20:35:59 GMT -5
Sammy's POV
A slender Elf glided out fron the trees to where a stranger's form was hunched over a grave, her brown eyes boring into his back.
"What are you doing here? You are not an Elf. My people could kill you easily for sneaking into our land. I could destroy you right now. So speak, Human." Sammy's voice was dripping with vengenance, her eyes flashing and her hair tied back in a messy bun.
"I SAID SPEAK!" the Elf shouted out angrily when he said nothing, preparing an arrow in her bow for a quick death if he did not provide a truthful response. "I will kill you if you don't," she hissed, pointing the arrow at the man's heart.
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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Mar 19, 2006 22:04:45 GMT -5
Vincent's gaze focused on his brother's grave and he took clenched the dirt in his mechanical hand before shaking his head. Damn... a visitor... who know's nothing about their terratory, he thought to himself as he stood up, facing the general direction of the native. Not saying a word, nor did he remove his maroon eyes from his brother's grave. Damn I knew I shouldn't have left him here, there goes my shadow, he noted almost as an afterthought.
Though outwardly he was blank, his eyes showing only a faint trace of the annoyance he felt at being interrupted, for, truth be told, he had been in the middle of praying when the lean creature suddenly appeared ready for a fight.
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Post by Alanna Elensar on Mar 20, 2006 1:01:08 GMT -5
Sammy stared at the visitor, her amber eyes full of anger.
"TELL ME WHY YOU ARE INFLICTING PAIN ON MY PEOPLE?! WHY ARE YOU IN OUR LANDS AFTER MERCILESSLY DESTROYING US TIME AFTER TIME?? YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!!" the Elven girl roared, hatred splayed very evidently across the words.
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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Mar 20, 2006 15:04:07 GMT -5
Vincent averted his gaze over to the raging elf. "Yes, you are right.. I'm not welcome here," the human said, giving a sigh. The rain continued pouring down hard and the sky conintued to be swallowed up by clouds. Looking back down at the mud, then back to the elf. "But, I do have one question for you..," he said almost absent minded.
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Post by Alanna Elensar on Mar 20, 2006 17:07:01 GMT -5
Sammy nodded, her hardened gaze not moving from the man and her bow was unshakingly pointed at the heart of this Humanoid stranger.
"Go on then. Ask it before I get tired of you and kill you," Sammy growled. Her tone was deep and angry, filled with loathing.
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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Mar 27, 2006 18:28:55 GMT -5
Vincent looked over at the creature that stood before him as he was sure that they would be angry with him for taking so long to ask a question and also for being on their territory.
"Did you ever know that a human has been resting here on you grounds for quite a while?" He asked the lean, angered elf in a mysterious way, hoping she would become bewildered.
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Post by Alanna Elensar on Mar 27, 2006 19:19:18 GMT -5
"Yes," she replied shortly, knowing that he had expected her to say no. "But the fact that he is DEAD changes matters a bit, now doesn't it? You, Human.. You are alive, can threaten my people, and are capable of being killed and killing others. There is a difference."
Sammy jabbed the tip of the arrow into his side, causing blood to leak from the wound. "Leave or talk, this is your final warning."
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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Mar 29, 2006 15:49:41 GMT -5
Vincent spat out blood as the arrow made an entry in his side; only making him grin at the pain. "I do not wish to go." Vincent said, meaning in both death and his brother.
His right hand wrapped around the arrow. Gritting his teeth, a face of madness appeared on his face; not one of anger, but of zany. Quickly pulling out the weapon, he snapped thearrow's head off, tossing it in his mechanical arm.
His hair acted like a brush as it pick up blood from his mouth, making lines all over his face. The wind picked up, making it harder to see anything with the already added rain. 'I won't leave you brother.' Vincent whispered as his left hand touched his own weapon.
Quickly drawing it, he loaded the weapon. His arm began to shake, but his eyes stayed focussed on the attacking enemy. "Do not challenge me when it comes to wits and target practice!" He hissed at the elf.
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Post by Alanna Elensar on Mar 29, 2006 15:52:24 GMT -5
Sammy's lips curved upwards in a cruel smile, her eyes glittering with malice and planning.
"Human, how about I make a deal with you?" she offered with a cold grin. "My name is Samsali Elensar, and I am willing to be your spy."
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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Apr 3, 2006 17:32:28 GMT -5
Cautiously, Vincent lowered his gun, bewildered about this elf.
"What's the catch?" He asked her, sounding interested. I'm sure there is one. He said, raising one of his slick dark brows.
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Post by Alanna Elensar on Apr 3, 2006 17:37:50 GMT -5
"Catch? What catch?" Sammy smiled, her face radiating pure malice and confidence as she fixed her eyes on his. "You'll have to pay me of course, but that's not really a catch as much as a.. reward for my services."
Flipping her long dark hair behind her shoulder, the Elf smiled, a hint of evil shining through her gleaming teeth.
"So? Will you take me?"
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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Apr 3, 2006 18:29:20 GMT -5
"Agreed. You may start now." He said, reaching into one of his many pockets, pulling out a small worn out bag. His feet began to shuffle as he approached the elf without a caution.
"Samsali, are you ready to accept your first task then?" He said, holding out the open bag, reveling some gold coins. His eyes were tense, focussing on his new 'member'; an elf.
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Post by Alanna Elensar on Apr 3, 2006 18:42:39 GMT -5
Sammy nodded in determination, listening hard and preparing for the first task that would be given to her.
The night was thick as the Elf waited in anticipation for the whispered words that would become her focus and her crime, both nervous and excited. She let out a small shudder, but quickly shut down her chills. She was a traitor now, and she could no longer feel guilt for her betrayal.
"I'm ready."
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Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Apr 3, 2006 18:58:10 GMT -5
"Are you familiar with a young harpy male? ONe wing of white, and the other of black with matching eyes and tears?" He asked mysteriously.
His hand held out twords the elf, the bag ready to be dropped for her to recieve, and his mind raced with questions of getting to know his new companion. This will be an interesting task.
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