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 Post subject: A Strange Turn of Fate and Time (Azazel)
PostPosted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:13 pm 
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The stars shone brightly over the lake, encircled with the trees the Sylvaan knew as home; it had been many moons since the last she had heard of her brother, and though he promised his own safe return, she began to wonder of the futility of her wish. The winds whispered tidings of the shifter wolf, travelling through the lands in search of anyone that could help, and yet as each night waned and waxed away, she lost a little more hope.

An owl called to its mate, swooping low before her perch against the roots of an ancient tree, the shadows concealing her as the bird made its flight. To fly like that, wind beneath wings powerful enough to carry any who wished to kiss the sky; it was a dream she knew now she could never have. Her father had told her that they were of the land, that a form of flight was never to be had as theirs. It was disheartening as the rest of the passing days, as she sat and waited for another to share her words with. The trees were her friends, as was every animal around her, though they only knew of their home, and of their lives. They knew nothing of the world at large. Nothing of this strange world and its ever changing tides. What would it be like, to never have to worry of the world around you, to only care for what you hold dear.

But the world needed one of this mind to show them the true peace of the wood, the true peace that came with being one of the Wilds, though peace was not to be had for this one. It was a sad truth, that she may never find others such as herself, to share her days with, to protect her lands, to fight by her side. The skeletal child had fought by her side against others, and yet she was nothing as Nuncia was. And yet it had been nice to hear the bible's strange banter and the little girl's words that held some wisdom. Hers had been jaded by years of a hard life, and yet the child's was still fresh, still held hope for all people. It was so different to her own way of life now, and yet it had been what her life would have been, if it hadnt turned out so harsh. If she hadnt let the souls within her take over, let her anger run red over her, maybe her life would have been very different.

A family, her brother as she knew him, and not as the animal he had become... to know the world as a good place full of good people, to keep those shaded blinders on just a little longer... To have others who would know her. Yet that world had left her behind, thrown her out. And now she was left traipsing though a new world, angry, alone...



Aisu had been wandering a long time, searching for any that would be trusted to be near his sister... and yet he was finding that harder than he had originally thought. The world was large, and filled with many kinds of people, and yet they would all be poison to his family, to his sisters mind. He needed someone who could speak to her, and not have it come to blows; yet that was the hardest part. He knew his sister and her temperaments, so finding just one in this world was akin to finding a spearhead on a riverbank of stones. Yet he would not fail her.

His wanderings led him to the edges of his sisters forest, where a lone man had laid to camp. If the wolf could only get close, and see the man for what he was, then maybe he would be able to see if this may be one he could lead to his sister. Maybe this one could help her, or at least end her good company in the darkness of the night. So with careful steps, he moved into the small firelight, his amber eyes dancing with the flames as he sat across from the man. The shadowy prints of his fur made him seem surreal to most others, and his size made him no normal wolf. If this man could see that from his form alone, there may be hope. Many had shunned him from towns, claiming him a wild beast of forgotten lands, come to steal souls. He was no reaper, and no soul-carrier, and yet he was no wolf either. If this man gave him what he had been looking for-- trust, company, a mind worthy of his sisters-- then maybe he would lead him to her. She had no doubt been waiting a long time by now.

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 6:24 pm 
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Wandering minds in the night the couple had been at this camp site two nights now and still nothing. They argued and never once did they understand why. The truth is Morgoth's been thinking and he can't answer her questions, where are we going, do we want children, are we going to settle down, it goes on and on and he didn't have answers. He could feel Moon's eyes trained on him if he left the camp Moon would wake Myrie but he wanted to go for a walk alone.

He looked at the forest it was beautiful this time of night the stars glimmered, the moon was full, the fireflies peppered the trees. The chirp of crickets and the soft sounds of Myrie's sleepy breathing calmed the elf as he let his my slow down for the first time in months. He realized he couldn't ever be completely honest with Myrie for fear of losing her to some stupid comment ill thought through. At that moment he knew their relationship was doomed but the love he felt gave him hope for the future. Stretching his leather chest plate glowed in the firelight, so he reached for it and the cleaning oils. He rubbed the oils into the creases in the leather across the smooth surface.

He needed someone to talk to who would be objective. To see him for the man he was and judge him only on his actions. The truth was he needed a friend and there was no one he knew he could talk to or trust. The elf caster he'd met hadn't been so kind that owl track him and then the elf attacked with a staff. His mastery of the staff was far better than the female he'd met but the truth is he couldn't remember how he'd gotten away. Her skill in magic was far beyond that of Infineon. In his travels he'd met a lot of casters and the truth is thats not good for his health being a dark elf his incorporeal weakness made casters poor friends. A friend who could end your life by simply learning a new spell was not one to be trusted. His mind was wondering again but this wasn't new he'd had trouble focusing during his battle against the witch.


The dark elf's attention was drawn to the tree line Moon howled as another wolf entered his line of sight. As the wolf approached Morgoth spoke to it.

Hello welcome to our camp your form is not as it once was is it?

He'd seen shifters before but this one seemed trapped in its current form its eyes were a deep red and captivating. There was definitely a lost soul in there. He'd spent enough time around Moon to realize that this wolf had a companion too but if it was to take him to her than Myrie would need to know of his leaving.

Myrie, we have a friend among us love.

Myrie came out of the tent and called Moon to the fire. Moon sat between the two lovers and watch the other wolf intently. The two had Myrie and Moon looked at one another and Morgoth watch the tree line for another approaching figure.

Are you going to take us to your master or is she going to come to us mystery wolf?

Myrie's question was calm, cool, collected even if she was wrong about the sex of this wolfs master she doubted that it would matter. If he understood the question he'd look away then lead them off. But her understanding might have been scewed since she knew Moon understood their speech and could respond at least to her. Their link their bond was one of trust and mutual respect for one another. Morgoth had expected as much and watched the wolf for its next actions.

It's your move shifter.

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 8:16 pm 
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Aisu was more than happy to come across another wolf, and with the silence only wolves knew, spoke quickly of his search for others who would be beneficial to his sister. The wolves exchanged moderate information back and forth before Aisu looked up to the man, and to the woman, bowing his head and turning tail, the other wolf following.

By the conversation, Aisu hoped that they may be willing to help his sister from her darkness, give her something knew to dwell on. He had been gone far too long with no one to show for it as of yet, and it was worrying him as to how his sister would be when they returned.

He led them deeper into the woods, into the deepest of the shadows, taking no particular path, yet knowing exactly where to go. He didnt care that he was bringing more than one, though he had warned the wolf to warn caution to his companions, that any aggressive behaviour towards his sister may be the end of them.

As they rounded an ancient tree close to the lake they had been nearing, he looked up to see his sister sitting just around the bank, nestled in the roots of another tree, staring down at the water, the stars reflected on its still face. She was hidden in shadows, then dim moonlight glinting from the waters to her, the only source of light in the area.

With careful steps, he walked towards his sister, head lowered slightly as he made his way to her, stepping up to sit next to her. Leaning a thick shoulder against her, he put his head against hers, her arm crossing over her own chest to wrap around his neck, her eyes closing.

"Welcome back brother... I see you have brought guests. Morogoth, Myrie, and a welcome companion, Moon. Yet why so many, Aisu? You know I do not speak well with others as a base..."

She spoke softly to the wolf, still leaning against his massive form as the wolf's eyes closed. His words were spoken only to her, yet Moon would also understand them.

I am sorry I have taken so long, sister, but they were all I could find this day. If you must, speak to one, and I will take the other to our camp, where I will entertain them. It is all I can do at the moment for you, my dear Nuncia, though they are resistant to leaving one anothers side. I do believe they may be mates, in a sense. Though Moon has given me more than enough credit to their true beings. They are as akin to you as I could find in these long weeks... may you find solace in their words, and give them wisdom in return.

She gave a sigh, running a hand down Aisu's head over his nose, a familiar gesture for the siblings from when they were children. She was fearful of so many, yet with the wolf in company of them, she knew they could be trusted in her lands. If not only for that reason, and that she trusted her brothers judgement. Within the shadows she stood, balancing easily on the gnarled roots of the ancient tree, and stepped down to the soft earth near the lake, looking to the new comers. Aisu hopped down to sit next to her, chin held high.

"I am Nuncia, and this is my brother Aisu..."

Her tone was level, calm, though traces of her normal aggression could be heard through her words, her stance seemingly harmless, yet her eyes were hard swirling amber. She stood in an easy stance, one hand lighted on Aisu's head, his stance proud as well. It was easy to see that she was unaccustomed to people, and more catered towards the animals she shared her life and soul with...

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:01 am 
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A winding path, if you could call it a path considering the dense underbrush and foliage. The strange party followed two wolves through the forest. The mystery wolf leading, moon following and the pair of dark elves making there way single file toward who knows what. Moon had given Myrie some reassurance that Morgoth wouldn't need the armor he'd taken the time to pull on. All the same the samurai was on edge he'd had three encounters on the surface and his new friends weren't the friendliest original impressions.

The elf had been thinking as the wandered about the beauty of the night and hope for the future. He had new allies, some friends a few new rivals and a lot of great stories. The firelight and now the moon light on his lovers body reminded him he was lucky to have her love. Her body shimmered in the night it'd been too long since his last peaceful walk in the woods. He thought back to a moon lit night a good 10 years ago. That night they were hunting and most people would have given up should prey allude you for twelve straight hours.

The pride of the warrior family was the only thing keeping them on the prowl. They struck gold coming into a clearing and surrounded a fugitive. They'd been tracking him half a day and not a moment was wasted. He was to be hung for treason, treachery was the worst offense any drow could commit. The lad had the sad resigned eyes of a man without a future. Morgoth saw a glimmer of hope as the mans hand darted for the short sword on his adoptive fathers waist. Alashand brought the pommel of his sword down on the mans wrist. A shrill screech of pain and the drow came back.

Morgoth had unwittingly stepped on Myrie's foot. This mistake would cost him, this was the second time she'd gotten hurt because he was day dreaming. The first transgression happened when he was absentmindedly sharpening shadow and his blade slip and snapped her bowstring. Now he'd crushed her foot, she was a delicate flower after all, right? This thought left his head quickly after she decked him for his continued absences. He wasn't immediately apologetic therefore he was punished.

After their little spat the lovers traveled in silence. The quite and beauty of the night ruined for the two. The wolves padded contentedly onward. As they came to the edge of a lake. They fearless leader strolled to the base of a tree where a dark form was nestled in the roots.

The simple fact was they were lead to some undisclosed location to meet a new friend or foe. No one would have guessed that the elves were so open minded that they'd walk so blinded into what most times would have been a trap. They wander into an unfirmillar forest and who knows what the little feral beast had in store. This land had shifter written all over it and there were nasty stories of a feral looking she shifter. Nun... something, but somehow he doubted the girl was a nun she was said to be the type to gut a fellow adventure and ask questions directed at said corpse. The truth of the matter was Morgoth would love nothing more than to talk to someone with similar interest. Another wild personality like that would be the very best. His mate was the most feral thing he'd come across this side of nature. She grew up with wolves and fought intuitively based on the most primal levels.

The form stepped out of the shadows and onto the tree root. She spoke in a strong clear authoritative voice,


"I am Nuncia, and this is my brother Aisu..."

Her voice echoed in the night ringing clear against the sound of the busy animals. The two lovers looked up and Morgoths face must have lit up. So the legends are true he thought to himself. There is a female shifter in these woods, her brother was trapped in wolf form.

I'm sorry your brother is stuck in his current form. I am Morgoth and my mate her is Myrie. I'm heir to the drow thrown, I'm traveling looking for the man who kill my brother. Our wolf companion is moon, Myrie's childhood friend and heart brother.

He spoke with the utmost reverence and respect the woman who stood before him was leader of the guardians of nature. He was merely a knight with a lost cause and inconsistent allies. His sincerest hope was that he'd found a new friend in the shifter but another tactician in this cold world especially one accustomed to fighting without a weapon would be on edge against a weapons specialist.

I am Myrie Nightshade, if you need time to talk to my mate alone I can sit by the water and practice with star-fletcher. Be forewarned that should you harm my mate I will go to the ends of the earth to find you.

Moon shared a glance with Aisu in apology for his masters gruffness. The elves hadn't been around other non-hostiles in months. None of them spoke anything but the truth and all they could hope for is that she would understand their hesitance in a world as chaotic as DI.

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:09 am 
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Aisu gave Moon a nod of understanding as he passed it along to Nuncia, who took the challenge of the female with a grin. At least the male knew how to speak, but there was something about the challenge the woman brought up that almost made her want to harm the man, just to see what she could do. But no, restraint, as Aisu's constant mantra continued to reminding her. So she instead settled for a quick retort, sharp, but otherwise it was as friendly as she could get.

"If I planned on harming you, you would have never made it into my wood, with or without Aisu, or your companion, Moon. Your warning does not fall on deaf ears, though. I assure you, if it shall come to blows, you wont have to chase me anywhere. Id still be right here."

Aisu gave a wolfish sigh, apologising to Moon in turn, with practically the same excuse, an ear turned backwards as he nudged the Sylvaan, who gave a roll of her eyes, sighing just the same.

Now that they were close enough, and she was paying attention, both drow had a look about them, no doubt that had drawn her brother to them in the first place; it was a feral territorial nature the woman had, which Nuncia could completely understand, though it was very different to have it used on her. This was her home, and she was the dominant one here, and even though a mate was involved, she would still hold her grounds if it came to blows. Which wouldnt last long at all, considering if she managed to land one on the male, then more than likely he would have something to say about it himself. He had a weapon at his side, and while he lacked the animalistic gleam the woman had in her eye and demeanour, he instead had a killers instinct; another trait she respected. So maybe she wouldnt have to be completely civil with these two, though their conversation seemed to be worrying the wolves... who were passing back and forth apologies as if it would change the way their companions would act.

"I would prefer to speak to only one at a time, as you may understand, Myrie, being of the Wilds as well... Aisu would keep you company along with your companion Moon, as its been a long while since he himself had someone his own height to talk to..." She let herself grin a little at the nip Aisu gave her, though the wolf got up and walked back over to Moon, tail wagging happily.

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PostPosted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:36 am 
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The thoughts running through his mind weren't for his lover as he realized the strength behind Nuncia's not so veiled threat. His gaze was that of the cold calculating samurai, not of the lover stirred in the night. Morgoth had decided the minimal threat level was to be expected his conversation with Myrie through moon had suggest she'd be like this. The fact was he wasn't ready to fight a warrior skilled in such a way. Though it might be balanced with Myrie skilled as she was. The truth of it was he saw a mental equal behind those feral eyes. Morgoth passed his sheath to Myrie and spoke,

"If I planned on harming you, you would have never made it into my wood, with or without Aisu, or your companion, Moon. Your warning does not fall on deaf ears, though. I assure you, if it shall come to blows, you wont have to chase me anywhere. Id still be right here."

I'll speak to you Malady, Myrie please wait by the lake with the wolves. Take my sword and be ready should the need arise.

Be save and strong, remember the guild and how the surface has treated us. I love you.

"I would prefer to speak to only one at a time, as you may understand, Myrie, being of the Wilds as well... Aisu would keep you company along with your companion Moon, as its been a long while since he himself had someone his own height to talk to..."

The female leaned in and kissed him, pulling away she walked with Moon and Aisu to the edge of the twin skys. The night sky reflecting in the lake was a beautiful sight, this and the brush of his lovers lips against his own brought a smile to the drows face. It had been too long though when he could speak his mind without thinking of offending his mate. A moment to speak calmly and unwavering to another on the matters of the day. His eyes shown in the moon light the sliver against the pale blue made his eyes glow like the stars above. The moment past and sigh crossed his lips he spoke once more, firm and strong, assertive and wise.

The rumors are true then Nuncia? Your a shifter and guardian of a forest near here? I'm an knight under a friendly leader. I've been taught by master swordsmen from a young age. The chaos of the current age have drove me to the edge and back. Thank you for your kind welcome and my sincerest appreciation of our meeting place. The beauty of this place I wish i could store this memory, of this night forever.

These word if nothing else were meant as the open olive branch to a new friend he hoped. The night elves hadn't made many friends on the surface and he wanted a change.

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PostPosted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:20 am 
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Aisu trotted off with the other wolf, both chatting away amiably enough, and she watched his retreat with an almost sad look in her eye before turning a hardened gaze to Morgoth, leading the way to the roots she had been occupying earlier, climbing nimbly up to sit cradled in their warped hold. The man spoke, and it left the conversation open enough, though how willing she was to divulge information would be the question; though he willingly gave her tidbits here and there, the greatest he gave her was the knowledge that he was a swordsman, a skilled one at that, and he had given over his sheath to his mate. That alone relaxed her a bit, though she still looked hardened.

"The rumors are true then Nuncia? Your a shifter and guardian of a forest near here? I'm an knight under a friendly leader. I've been taught by master swordsmen from a young age. The chaos of the current age have drove me to the edge and back. Thank you for your kind welcome and my sincerest appreciation of our meeting place. The beauty of this place I wish i could store this memory, of this night forever."

She took a moment to look out over the lake, giving a small sigh, turning her hardened amber gaze to the man, not at all surprised that he had heard of her before this meeting. She had apparently gained a small reputation for the amount of people who used her forests as travel-throughs for getting from place to place; that didnt at all stop her from defending what was hers though. Seeing them destroy trees just to make paths for carriages, it was enough for her to want to gut them for even just using such scars laid out in her woods.

"I am one with the souls of animals, and the guardian of any forest I make my home. But yes, I have recently claimed a wood not far from here as my more permanent home... I dont do well with trespassers onto my territory, as you may understand, though no amount of strength seems to keep them at bay. Yet this place does hold a beauty that surpasses much of this ruined land, my home lands were much more beauteous. At least there, the trees sang, and the animals did not fear, the rivers whispered, and even the pools glistened with a life that this world has killed long ago. My memory does not fade, I can still hear the oaks chattering away, the rivers laughing... though now it seems more of a mockery of my current state."

She moved the whip of her hair over her shoulder, releasing the hold she had on the hilt of her kris, instead keeping her eyes wandering over the lake. It really was a rare and beautiful sight in this world. Her words were harsh, though it seemed more natural for her to speak in such rough tones; yet as rough as her tone was, there was still the slight anger and sadness at her last words, hidden under the gruff nature she gave off.

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"I am one with the souls of animals, and the guardian of any forest I make my home. But yes, I have recently claimed a wood not far from here as my more permanent home... I dont do well with trespassers onto my territory, as you may understand, though no amount of strength seems to keep them at bay. Yet this place does hold a beauty that surpasses much of this ruined land, my home lands were much more beauteous. At least there, the trees sang, and the animals did not fear, the rivers whispered, and even the pools glistened with a life that this world has killed long ago. My memory does not fade, I can still hear the oaks chattering away, the rivers laughing... though now it seems more of a mockery of my current state."

I feel the same at the loss of my home in the Underdark. I was cast aside by my father and forced to end his life. My people look at me in discussed, I'm an outcast much like yourself. My guild mates and I haven't been formally introduced, But I speak for them in that I recognize your leadership of your compatriots. I have a great admiration of your goals to defend that which is precious. Your brother is amiably talking to my entire world over there.

Morgoth was calm and even. His breathing was still harsh from the wounds of recent battles. He loosened his armor to relieve some of the pain in his chest. Morgoth saw behind the feral eye's the spark of a bright mind. The feral nature was merely a wall a defense mechanism to defend one self from this cruel world. His training had been the same kind of barriers into him as well. This world was on the precipice of war and this could be the first step in averting that future.

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"I feel the same at the loss of my home in the Underdark. I was cast aside by my father and forced to end his life. My people look at me in disgust, I'm an outcast much like yourself. My guild mates and I haven't been formally introduced, But I speak for them in that I recognise your leadership of your compatriots. I have a great admiration of your goals to defend that which is precious. Your brother is amiably talking to my entire world over there."

The man spoke calmly, evenly, as if he did not fear for his life. Respect freely given, admiration within his words. It almost put a smile to the harsh features of the Sylvaan. Though even though his actions in undoing his armour were for comfort, she knew the breath of one in pain. Few battles had befallen her that hadn't ended in that same breath being hers, or better yet, her enemy's. She looked to the man, narrowing her eyes a bit to see him clearer in the dim light.

"I defend what I believe in, as many others do. It is finding those of like mind and soul that can be challenging, when a task is larger than ones self. My brother assures me he has found such others, but I have yet to see them for myself, so I rely only on my own strength right now."

She rested her elbow on the crook of her leg as she leaned forwards ever so slightly, her eyes sparking in the reflected starlight as the whip of hair slid over her shoulder. Not many bound their hair in such ways, and yet she had never thought to cut it short, instead tethering it so that it did not catch on branches as she climbed through the canopies of the trees she loved so much. He voice was softer as if she were whispering to him, yet the words themselves were easily heard, the edge in her tone was lost. Through the gaps left in the vest, the deep scars spanning down her torso and across her navel were easily seen, along with many more smaller scars.

"You do well in hiding your ills, Morgoth, yet even I know the breath of one in such a state. I did not get all these scars by not knowing pain, and the caresses of such a creature as battle. I am glad to see strength in you, but within these trees, none shall harm you. If you wish, I can have my brother fetch my salves, and you can rest at ease, both you and your mate, if she is ill from battle as well. As ruthless as others make me out to be, I have respect for those that give me theirs, as you and your mate have done so."

It had felt like many years since the last time she had felt respect for another, and even longer since they had received that same respect back. It was a sad memory to have, that her only friend in this world had died so soon after meeting, and yet the Sylvaan had hope that this one may last longer. Though he was no man of the Wilds, he was a warrior, a fighter, a survivor; not many held the same values as he, who had known of her ventures, and yet put no blade against her. With his mate, they could have over powered her if they had wanted the chance, and yet they separated, gave her respect, wished no ill towards her. Well, no ill wishes that would be met. A mate defending another was one thing that Nuncia could respect above all else, just as she would do if ever she found one worthy of being hers. Though for now, the Wilds would be her mate, and she would defend it for all of eternity, if given the chance.

Aisu looked over to her from beside the lake, his amber eyes mirrors of her own as she cast a gaze towards him, only a second, and yet so much could be said in one such look. She was getting along with the man, which was more than good enough for the wolf. All he could ask is that she take this time to settle her soul, regain her balance and freedom. Too long had she been tied down, but here, with these others, he was sure they could set her free. With a flick of his tail, he went back to chatting away with Moon and Myrie, more than content to let his sister be for now. Though he knew he may have to move soon to fetch that which she asked of him, it wouldnt burden him at all. She was trying to be kind, like she knew how to be with him. Though no words were spoken between the wolf and the shifter, understanding was always there.

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"I defend what I believe in, as many others do. It is finding those of like mind and soul that can be challenging, when a task is larger than ones self. My brother assures me he has found such others, but I have yet to see them for myself, so I rely only on my own strength right now."

Her words rang with truth and her voice echoed his own call cool calculating tones. The fact was he was stand face to face with another warrior that respected him. Their exhange put his mind at easy as he began to realize she really did mean them no harm. Her words were that of a warrior without a pack. She'd been forced into become as wild as the animal charges she loved. The spark of intellegence behind her eyes was what made Morgoth more comfortable in the Sylvaan's domain.

"You do well in hiding your ills, Morgoth, yet even I know the breath of one in such a state. I did not get all these scars by not knowing pain, and the caresses of such a creature as battle. I am glad to see strength in you, but within these trees, none shall harm you. If you wish, I can have my brother fetch my salves, and you can rest at ease, both you and your mate, if she is ill from battle as well. As ruthless as others make me out to be, I have respect for those that give me theirs, as you and your mate have done so."

The light against her body made the scars she spoke of evident. He let out a sigh of relief as he began undoing the red leather bindings. With a grunt he lifted the hardened fitted breastplate off and slowly lowered it to the grass forest floor. Morgoth lifted the front of his tunic and let it hang of the back of his soft leather trousers. The new bindings shown in the moon light, Myrie had taken her time carefully binding his chest evenly so his ribs would set properly. The most recent bandages were slightly tighter than his liking however. Having his armor off was of great relief to the drow his face finally able to truly relax without any added pressure upon the bandaging.

Thank you, Nuncia. As you can see an undead caster by the name of Ellia tuned me up pretty well in my last encounter. She wanted my pride and joy shadow. It's my legacy, a blade forged by me and my adoptive father Alashand. We've made that blade maybe a thousand times forging and reforming. It’s perfectly balanced, much sharper and lighter than other blades of its kind; In a word peerless.

He spoke reverently of the hard work put into his blade. The night elf spoke nothing but the best of Alashand. Most of his kind shunned him as a traitor, killing your father is one thing. Killing the king is quiet another; he'd done both in one fell swoop. He can't help but smile thinking about the look on his father smug face at the end. The fear he'd instilled was not even equal to the pain his sons had felt watching their mother fade away; His mind slide back to the present.

My only regret after killing my father was not doing it in the arena. I should have made the crowd listen to him scream for the suffering he caused. Bring our world to the hell it was. There were three great wars in his time, two anarchistic rebellions and the death of my mother. For these crimes I made him pay and for that I've become a pariah; a prince, an outcast, a survivor.

He’d made some friends, one enemy, and found a cause on the surface. His fate was entwined with this world now and in somewhere he saw himself as better for it. Most people found the pressure of living in such a toxic environment intolerable but this warrior embraced the challenges. Nuncia was as scared as he was but more physically than emotional, at least from first impressions. He hoped that he could draw her back into this beautiful world he and Myrie lived in. A world where the love of a few was all that mattered; the hatred of the many would simply out way any ills they suffered could be out weight by love allowing them to soldier on.

Our worlds separately might be shattered but together I see a future. One in which our children will play together without fear of an impending war. A future of hope and peace and I will fight to protect those I care about until we get there. I hope you’ll join that circle of trust.

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Nuncia watched as he stripped the rest of his armour off, taking her words into consideration, the bindings wrapped around him making her lip turn in a frown. Myrie had put the bindings on him, yet they were slightly too tight, which could cause extra pain on the intake of a breath. If it wasnt for the fact they were mates, she would have untied the bindings right there and fixed them... but no. Respect. So instead she gave a slight snort noise, akin to a wolf with dirt up its nose, as she inspected his wounds; Aisu got up and with a slight turn, dashed off quickly into the woods, giving word to Moon that he would be right back.

"Thank you, Nuncia. As you can see an undead caster by the name of Ellia tuned me up pretty well in my last encounter. She wanted my pride and joy shadow. It's my legacy, a blade forged by me and my adoptive father Alashand. We've made that blade maybe a thousand times forging and reforming. It’s perfectly balanced, much sharper and lighter than other blades of its kind; In a word peerless."

She flinched as if he had hit her, leaning back with eyes wide. Ellia? The little Earth bender, murdered by my own blade? Alive? No... undead. How? Who? Why?! Her mind reeled as his last words were relatively lost to her, her breathing picking up as she tried to think. He had startled her more than what was intended that was for sure.

"Are you sure you saw this elf, Ellia? Are you sure that was her name? I buried her a year ago, under a pile of rocks by the river. I had attacked her for being in my wood, but she got the better of me," she moved the vest slightly to show the flame brand on her right collar bone, the white scar of a bolt wound through its center, "I would have died then, if she hadnt helped me. It was a long journey, but somehow we had bonded. I respected her, even if she was more paranoid than a frog in a stork pond. But once I was healed, I had to save her; they were going to kill her for crimes she had not done. So I rescued her, and together we ran..."

Her eyes got a far off look, her lip curling a bit into a snarl as her hands balled into claws.

"A Mind Bender, crazy man, took us both down with one mind twist. He stabbed her throat with my blade before I could even get up. I killed him as soon as I could, tearing him apart. But it was too late for my friend. Since then, I hadnt bothered trying to connect with others. They always die on me, or worse... they betray me."

She calmed herself down a bit, running her fingers through the loose hair that often moved to cover her face, looking over to Aisu who had sat next to her, a pouch at his feet. She grabbed up the pouch, happy to have something to distract herself with again-- pulling out the carefully wrapped balls out ointment, she sniffed each one before setting two aside, the rest going back in the pouch. She had stolen the simple thing from a traveller, but never bothered to put it on. Instead, she let Aisu take care of it, and often he hid it better than she did. Nuncia gave him the instructions on what salves to use where, one for numbing and the other for healing. The good thing was that both could soak into the bindings, so they didnt need to be undone, but if he wanted, she could redo them.

"My entire tribe betrayed me, by wishing me wed off to some man in the hopes he could tame me. Women werent hunters, as tradition, yet I was the best they had. Father had been gone many summers, his souls too wild to abide by rules of tribes any longer, which left Aisu to care for me. And he did just that. They were in council around the great fire, and the son of the chief rose up to announce that he was going to tame me. That he was going to make a woman out of me, and have me bare his children, knowing they would be stronger for that. The council agreed, though they did not see me in the shadows. I simply strode out of the shadows, and slit the man's throat with my claws, right in front of the entire council. I should have been killed after they strung me to the pole for as long as they did, branding and beating. Like an animal. But my brother saved me, saved my life, at the cost of his own, and had me sent off in a boat to lands unknown. My only regret of that life was not thinking of leaving sooner, so that one day I may return."

Closing her eyes, she gave a sigh, listening to his last words. Trust... it was something hard earned, and never returned, it felt like. If only all were as the animals were, then there would be no need for wars, for only the strongest of each tribe go up against one another, and the winner gets the prize. Simple lives she had known, but she knew the darker side of this life now. Greed, hate, envy, lies... it had all cost her a friend.

"I see a future much like yours, yet no doubt the paths differ. This world is filled with greed, hate, and lies; I will fight against those, and return the world to its rightful beauty, protecting the beauty I already know. As long as our paths do not cross, but follow side by side than I can assure you of my presence in that circle of trust. I know not what lies before you, but I know my own path, though many call me evil, I only fight for survival. Though I am curious as to how you came about wishing for a future of hope and peace, when you have no doubt rarely seen such things in life. Why is that?"

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"Are you sure you saw this elf, Ellia? Are you sure that was her name? I buried her a year ago, under a pile of rocks by the river. I had attacked her for being in my wood, but she got the better of me," she moved the vest slightly to show the flame brand on her right collar bone, the white scar of a bolt wound through its center, "I would have died then, if she hadnt helped me. It was a long journey, but somehow we had bonded. I respected her, even if she was more paranoid than a frog in a stork pond. But once I was healed, I had to save her; they were going to kill her for crimes she had not done. So I rescued her, and together we ran..."

Morgoth saw the mix of emtions cross Nuncia's face. Her friend had nearly killed him but Nuncia seems to have taken the high ground from their ordeal. Her friend hadn't, Ellia had been turned cold by those events and he wished he could go back, if nothing else, but to apoligize.

"My entire tribe betrayed me, by wishing me wed off to some man in the hopes he could tame me. Women werent hunters, as tradition, yet I was the best they had. Father had been gone many summers, his souls too wild to abide by rules of tribes any longer, which left Aisu to care for me. And he did just that. They were in council around the great fire, and the son of the chief rose up to announce that he was going to tame me. That he was going to make a woman out of me, and have me bare his children, knowing they would be stronger for that. The council agreed, though they did not see me in the shadows. I simply strode out of the shadows, and slit the man's throat with my claws, right in front of the entire council. I should have been killed after they strung me to the pole for as long as they did, branding and beating. Like an animal. But my brother saved me, saved my life, at the cost of his own, and had me sent off in a boat to lands unknown. My only regret of that life was not thinking of leaving sooner, so that one day I may return."

Morgoth felt the pain in her words. The cruel reality that her brother was stuck in his current form because of her lack of forethought was clear on her face. His empathy was all Morgoth could provide and maybe someone to talk to.

"I see a future much like yours, yet no doubt the paths differ. This world is filled with greed, hate, and lies; I will fight against those, and return the world to its rightful beauty, protecting the beauty I already know. As long as our paths do not cross, but follow side by side than I can assure you of my presence in that circle of trust. I know not what lies before you, but I know my own path, though many call me evil, I only fight for survival. Though I am curious as to how you came about wishing for a future of hope and peace, when you have no doubt rarely seen such things in life. Why is that?"

My upbringing was that of a prince among royalty. The nuances of war were tutored to me by the greatest warriors. I had my choice of scholars to teach me the finer points of ruling. I hated every second of it. I couldn't stand being treated like a child. Boys my age were at war while I was being pampored and for what? My father was a Tyrant and the slime of the earth. He cared little for his family, breaking bones in combat training. Branding the royal seal of our family.

Morgoth began unwinding his bandage and then turned his back to nuncia,

Do you see the scar there from my right shoulder to my left him? My father gave that to me on my eighth name day. I couldn't walk for a week from the blood loss. I cried myself to sleep for year. I knew if i gave up my brother would suffer the same fate. He was a sickly boy two years younger and loved to ready. So frial, you couldn't imagine. His hope and Myrie is what got me through. We met in court and Myrie was Warlord Alashand, captain of the royal guard and commander of the army of my home.

He stopped talking for a moment as his breathing became labored. He stopped to let her rewrap his bandages and sighed as they were set back in place. The warriors eyes rippled with tears as he thought back.

She was a vision in a blue silk dress. The worst look on her face everyone could tell she hated that dress. I asked having met her riding once before if she'd like to slip out of dinner early. She accepted and during that ride we talked and lost track of time. We had to camp out in the woods that night after the gate was locked for the evening. Camping under the stars with her back then I already knew what didn't get said for another eight years. That night I realized I was in love but I could tell her until my father was in the ground. An thus my fate was set in motion the man you see before you was forged in the forges of hope. A hope i would see that lovely face one more time. That I would free my Mother and brother from his radical hands. My only regret is I had to watch my Mother wither away and die to get the curage to leave.

Returning to her consurns Morgoth realized he'd ramble on some time but hoped to assuage some guilt.

I'm quite certain the elf I met was the girl you speak of. The Ellia I met was quite different from the girl you discribed but I could see a wounded soul beyond her hatred. She was turned bitter and cold by the events but she's still in there, somewhere.

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Nuncia watched as he undid the bindings around the wounds, she using the salves presented for him, and yet his words were what had her true attention. The rippling emotions behind the warriors eye made it hard not to envision such cruelty... and yet the man before he was better for it. She redid his wrappings with quick and sure hands, making sure it was done right, and not too tightly or too loose. It was different, to be doing this for another, when for so long she had only herself to mend her own wounds.... It was odd.

Morgoth spoke of his childhood, showing her his own scars of a cruel past, and of how he met his mate. Eight years was a long courting in the Sylvaan's eyes, but she came from a very different world than he. Yet eve so, tey seemed to share the same views. Odd.

"My mother became the wind after my birth, or so my father said to me; a childs way of saying she died in childbirth. He was the one that taught me how to control my souls, how to fight, hunt, survive. But I was more wild then than you see me now. I barely listened to his teachings then, and only after he was gone did I realize my own mistakes... and by that time it was too late. My brother became a warrior in a war that had no reason but greed, forced by my stupidity and his deal for my life. We didnt know that he shared the same gift as my father and I, and neither did Aisu until it was too late. Once you lose yourself in an animals soul, you will be trapped within it, no longer the master of the animals, but the animals the masters of you. Sometimes I see the wolf in him, wanting to run free, my brother constantly fighting for control. I have done all I can to help him find himself, and keep control... but he may never get his true form back."

She leaned back, eyes wandering to where her brother sat by the water, the wolves chattering on in their own way, though her gaze returned to the ground before it rested finally on her hands.

"I.. I fear someday I may lose myself as he has. That one day I will be a ram, or the snow cat, or the great gorilla, or even the lowly rat, and just wander off into the forests, forgetting my life from before. Some days it sounds wonderful, to be so free... but my brother is a constant reminder of why I cannot do that. Why I must fight. Why I must survive... no matter the cost to myself. My brother thinks it the other way though, that he needs to help me... so that is why he has brought you both here. He seems to think that with more interaction with like minded people, I may find some peace of my own. Out of all the people I have been across in this land, most of my conversations have only occured during battle, and even then, its rather hard to talk with a muzzle.."

She gave a grin at her own little joke, having often poked that same point to Aisu, who tried so hard to speak though it was near impossible for him to remember how. At least she could speak to him in a way he could speak back, a link of sorts, though it was hard won, and took a rather large amount of frustration to achieve. She looked back to the water, to Myrie, reminded of how he spoke so highly of her, a slight pang of jealousy making the grin fade as fast as it came along. She had been around for a long time, compared to humans and other races, and yet they all seemed to pair off at one point in time or another.... all but her. She had yet to even see another Sylvaan in this lands, and as happy as she was for that, it was still a lonely way to live.

"You are lucky, Morgoth, to have found a mate so young. I am happy for you, in that peace you have found... I just wish my brother could be so lucky. He deserves peace after all hes been through..."

She kept her gaze down, though she gave a snort, stretching much like a wild cat would, before resettling in her root perch, resting an elbow this time on one of the gnarled extensions of the great ancient tree. Her expressions were difficult to read at times, seeming to be an almost constant scowl, though her eyes had softened from the solid amber to more of a flickering fire; Aisu knew of her fears without her saying a word, but to tell another of such fears... it was, well, odd. It all felt so different, and yet not in a bad way. It was all just different. She kept quiet about Ellia though, as ghosts of their conversations connected the dots as to what must have happened. It was a sad fate for her friend, but maybe one day it wouldnt have to be so sad. When the world was put to peace, maybe then, so could her friend be at peace.

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"I.. I fear someday I may lose myself as he has. That one day I will be a ram, or the snow cat, or the great gorilla, or even the lowly rat, and just wander off into the forests, forgetting my life from before. Some days it sounds wonderful, to be so free... but my brother is a constant reminder of why I cannot do that. Why I must fight. Why I must survive... no matter the cost to myself. My brother thinks it the other way though, that he needs to help me... so that is why he has brought you both here. He seems to think that with more interaction with like minded people, I may find some peace of my own. Out of all the people I have been across in this land, most of my conversations have only occured during battle, and even then, its rather hard to talk with a muzzle.."

Her first words were of learn the way. A warrior's upbringing was not in her past but in the trials that lead to this future. Her fear was that of someone trapped. Morgoth knew this feeling all too well, it haunted his dreams, his thoughts, and her face still stayed back. Ellia had torn aside the curtain and truly harmed the warriors psyche. He felt for Aisu's plight but knew that he was right to a certain extent. That moment reveal fear behind the feral wall, and this meant she knew how he felt even now.

"You are lucky, Morgoth, to have found a mate so young. I am happy for you, in that peace you have found... I just wish my brother could be so lucky. He deserves peace after all hes been through..."

Thank you for your kind words malady. Nuncia, your just as trapped as your brother; but not quite in the same way. Your trapped by fear, fear of being hurt, fear of losing your true form. Your a wounded animal writhing in a bear trap spiting those who injured you. I would like to change that.

He spoke carefully knowing well he could be sticking his own neck in that metaphorical bear trap. This gambit was worth the risk, high risk high reward said an old friend. The simple thought was that he could be here, show her that, while hard a strong will wasn't all you need to survive. Allies in these uncertain times are far more important. Rules of combat mean little short of don't kill thine enemy in this world. He realized the only way he could convince her of this would probably mean sticking his own neck in that bear trap. This step forward there would be no turning back.

I don't pretend my choices aren't without folly. I know that I'm not one for the high road when gutting and pillaging are easier than barter and trade. My oaths are as follows, respect the enemy they are your equal. Never turn down an ally, they are the strength behind your arm and the fire that strengthens your will. May you have the strength to defeat your enemies, the cunning to hide the bodies, and the fearless will to soldier on passed your last breath. These words were engraved in my fathers sword the blade that scared my body and mind. These words like that wound were seared into my flesh as surely as the conviction to kill the bastard who tossed me aside like garbage.

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"Thank you for your kind words milady. Nuncia, you're just as trapped as your brother; but not quite in the same way. You're trapped by fear; fear of being hurt, fear of losing your true form. You are a wounded animal writhing in a bear trap spiting those who injured you. I would like to change that."

Nuncia gave a start, flinching a little at the imagery Morgoth used-- on more than one occasion she had almost fell into one of those nasty traps, and more often than not, she found creatures writhing in them. The dark elf knew the right words to set the Sylvaan off, though, as each creature she tried to free had cut her up worse than the trap, just for being near. To see one's self in that situation...

She kept her eyes down, though a light suspicion had taken light within those amber orbs. No one offered to be an ally, no one offered to be a friend to her-- not after knowing her reputation, what she was, what she did. What did he gain from this, if this was to be an allied communion? Would he gain any standing among his group? Or was it the idea of taming the wild beast that allured him, like so many others before him? To bring along a power he knew he must respect, for it was all around him, in this very wood?

His next words came as if in response to her mental quibbling, his words more than carefully chosen. No doubt he knew the effect his former statement would have on her; if she was the animal in the trap, than he was the unlucky hunter that wanted to help the creature out, knowing it would cost him flesh to do so.

"I don't pretend my choices aren't without folly. I know that I'm not one for the high road when gutting and pillaging are easier than barter and trade. My oaths are as follows; Respect the enemy they are your equal. Never turn down an ally, they are the strength behind your arm and the fire that strengthens your will. May you have the strength to defeat your enemies, the cunning to hide the bodies, and the fearless will to soldier on passed your last breath. These words were engraved in my fathers sword-- the blade that scarred my body and mind. These words, like that wound, were seared into my flesh as surely as the conviction to kill the bastard, who tossed me aside like garbage."

We both have lost flesh in this trap, it seems. Though one of us is still trapped, the other is wary of such contraptions, having been caught in one before. Strange creatures, we must look like, circling each other with careful motions, and yet neither one of us wants to fight. One of us is wounded from a battle already, and the other is still licking wounds that have yet to heal. Strange creatures we are.... But creatures nonetheless.

She let her gaze move up to his, the decorative swirls of her skin making her look as if she were scowling, but it was more of a curious look she was giving him. Her head tilted just slightly to one side, barely noticeable at all, as a single finger drifted up to rest on her nose. It was a thinking pose she caught her father doing many of times when she had been younger, and her brother after him. She just let that finger rest on her nose, as she looked at him, only a single moment passing between them, yet stretched for many, it felt like.

"So what is it you are proposing? I will not lie, I have my suspicions on your motives, yet you do not live as long as I have, alone, without relying on that paranoia. By your words I know it is not a fight you are looking for... but past that, I am lost. I do not see what it is you could gain from being an ally with me, if that is your intentions. Just like an animal in a trap, they will always take flesh from those that help them, whether intentional or not-- everyone's an enemy when the world is tinted red."

She spoke calmly, curiously, no hint of a fight in her words, though more than a little confusion. Her finger fell from her nose as she spoke, and though it would sound as a threat normally, her words were meant as a warning. As much as he knew of animals in traps, she was asking him why he was helping her, if he knew he was going to get hurt doing it. She had only ever had that inclination to sacrifice self for others on rare occasions in this world; first with Ellia, and after that only the animals. Her sacrifices had cost her more than she had gained out of it... so why was he doing this?

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