Melcanin inclined her head as she wrapped the wound on her wrist, "Was a mere price for the life that is given from it." She commented sincerely, noticing the aura from the two and smiling a little, she was happy for them. Waiting a moment and then excusing herself, she would inform her sisters of the plan ahead of them and what was required of them.
Ax smiled, he stretched his hand to Vele to shake hers. The gloomy part was that Ax was standing in the shade from the moon. However, once he extended his hand to Vele, where the moon was seen, it turned into a massive muscular paw. However Ax didnt hesitate, he got used to it. Living like a lycan is not that harsh. "Axillious Lilluosa, a lycan, thought appereances could be deceiving. Im here to fight for all of you. And heck, maybe even protect with my life" said Ax trustfully.
Vistalzidar smiled, "I will be happy to have you by my side in this fight, Vele. You are indeed welco-" Vistalzidar cut himself off, a frown replacing the smile on his lips as he closed his eyes.
"There are intruders here!" he whipered fiercely as Ax sniffed the air and confirmed Vistalzidar's sense with a nod. "Use that nose of yours to sniff them out and bring them to me. I shall block their escape with my Shadow." Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Vistalzidars fingertips were running across the ancient Drow script carved into his leather jerkin and his lips moved, performing a silent chant.
The clearing around them began to shimmer and the edges seemed to close in on the encampment. A scream and a wimper soon reached Vistalzidar's ears and the sound of running feet followed.
Vistalzidar nodded, knowing that Ax had the intruder and slowly wound down his chant, letting the Shadows retreat back their rightful place. Ax appeared then, carrying a person under each arm with a scowl and a look of disgust upon his face.
"Vampire!" Ax spat as he dropped them unceremoniously upon the ground in front of Vistalzidar, who had stood at his approach.
Vistalzidar placed a restraining hand upon Ax's shoulder. "Calm yourself for the moment, I would hear them speak before you do anything rash." He turned his attention to the Vampire. "State your name and your business in our camp and speak quickly, before my Lycan friend here loses his self restraint.
Ax laughed. "So, theres an army of Elven Huntress and two vampires just happen to come along and ""Check it out"" huh... And kid, if anybody rips of anyone's head, itt'l be me ripping your's off' said Ax as he entered into the view of the moon, turning him into one of the stronghest creatures in the world and then raised the Vampire up and growled at him.
((Internets been screwy all day but I think I finally got it...))
Veleanith quickly got to her feet, shaking off a dizzy spell and placing a hand on Ax’s raised arm. Smiling naively, she bit her lip. “Yes, as the lady huntress said, I am pretty sure Lanilor will serve to be no problem. We are all grown here, we can settle this without ripping one another’s heads off,” She finished sarcastically, crossing her arms and holding back an eye roll.
Neither of the two looked ready to back down, Veleanith rolling her tongue across a fang at her impatience. Giving a tired smile, she sighed, letting out a small whisper. The plant life around Ax’s feet came to life, dragging him from the pale luminous moonlight, altering his form. Before Lanilor could react to his sudden change, she pulled him back, bounding his hands and sweeping his weapons into her hands.
“Whoo!” Veleanith let out an exhausted breath at the effort, collapsing down onto the ground in a weary sitting position. She was completely tapped for the night, her energy reservoir drained as the plants held onto Lanilor and Ax. Looking up to them from the ground, she smiled dangerously. “Alright gentlemen. Axillious,” She motioned her head to Lanilor. “Lanilor. Lani, Axillious. Now to save time considering we have other serious matters on our hands, why don’t you two settle your differences later and for now, shake on a temporary alliance?”
It came out more of a command than a suggestion, but Vele was too tired to correct her speech. And considering she would need all the energy she could gather for the upcoming battle, she allowed herself to fall down onto her back, closing her eyes and relaxing as she started to meditate.
Vistalzidar glanced at Ax and Lanilor, frowning. "There are bigger things than the petty squable between Lycans and Vampires at the moment. All must work together if we are to take on these Death Eaters."
Vistalzidar cut the two free from their natural bonds with the tip of his Shadow Sword. "Now you two will form a temporary truce, or you will take your leave of my camp and put as much distance between us as you can." He place the tip of his blade at Ax's neck, then moved it to Lanilor's throat. "Do I make myself clear?"
Lanilor walked close into Ax's face, tilted his head slightly and said
"I thought i could smell Lycan somewere and dont worry iv'e killed more of your kind than i care to remember each one as sweet as the next. But i supose i can listen to the complete strangers for your benefit. But i have my eye on you most of all" Lanilor put his hand close to Ax's body and shook his hand. They both stood there and eyed eachother for a bit then Lanilor turned around and walked back to the girl on the floor. He bent down a picked up his forearm blades and walked into the corner with Ismalia attaching his blades securely. He gave Ismalia the nod and she shethed her swords and stood next to him. Lanilor stood and watched Ax with a close eye as the others talked.
Vistalzidar rubbed at his temples and sighed. The situation was getting completely out of hand. First the Death Eaters, then Talloth, and now his camp contained those that were sworn enemies.
He shook his head in disgust and flopped down onto the ground next to Vele, following her lead and drifting into a deep meditation, focusing his Shadow energy in his mind and building it for the fight to come.
Veleanith winced slightly, unable to concentrate in the current atmosphere. Tension was thick in the air, the chattering of elves was about, and the strong aroma of the left over crimson liquid was enticing…too much to bare. Snapping her eyes open sharply, she looked through a dilated hazel stare, still in a meditative state.
Darting her eyes back and forth, Vele sat up, her gaze resting on the silver haired figure by her side, currently deep in concentration. Brushing aside a strand of his hair, she whispered lightly in his ear. “Perhaps we should slip away from this conundrum and find ourselves some place quiet to concentrate?” she suggested, a soft innocence to her tone.
Vistalzidar opened up a tired silver eye, shrugging as he got up with Veleanith. Taking his arm in hers, she bowed her head to her new found companions before walking off with Vistalzidar. She hesitated, then shrugged, resting her head lightly on his shoulder as they walked through the grass, back to his tent.
Slipping her hand into his, Veleanith looked into his eyes, caressing his cheek gently. “And this is where I stop. I have no intentions of sleeping with you tonight…I fear we’d be too exhausted to battle come morning,” Smiling, she brushed her lips across his. “Goodnight, Vistalzidar.” Finally, she let her fingers slip from his, making her way across the site and deep into the forests.
Looking up into the moonlight, Veleanith stopped at the foot of a young tree, dark green gently swaying downward, brushing across her face. Closing her eyes, the aura around her inviting, she sat down, legs crossed and continued on her meditating, building up her connection with the earth and letting her body gather energy, repairing her light affinity to full.
Less than a few minutes into the process, Veleanith felt the wind blow fiercely, the grass beneath her feet sweep into the air. A sharp blow was felt in the pit of her gut, a sinking horrible feeling go by in a tepid, silent moment. Gulping, she arched her back, her head falling back against the bark of the trees, eyes opening with worry as the feeling slipped back into shadow. She remembered the feeling despite having only felt it twice in her life. The first time was the day before she had left Ambrosia, the second time, it came more horribly…that was the night before her brother’s death. Holding onto her stomach, Veleanith stared into the stars. “Perhaps it is nothing but the blood from earlier going to my head,” Getting onto her feet shakily, Veleanith leaned against the tree for support, closing her eyes.
“Or perhaps my instinct is giving me yet another cryptic message,” Biting her lips, she opened up her still dilated hazel eyes, forcing herself upright as she walked back to the site. Ignoring the dying embers of elven fires and the heated stares of vampires and werewolves, she walked near the entrance of a tent, reluctant to speak her fears. Composing herself, she ran a hand through her hair, chilly from the winds.
Pulling the tent entrance open, a humble voice was all she could summon. “Vistalzidar…?”
Still meditating, eyes closed, he raised an eyebrow to acknowledge her presence. Letting herself in, Veleanith sat down in front of him, staring down into her lap. “My apologizes for interrupting you but I…” She grabbed onto his hand loosely, bringing partial concentration on her. Looking intently from their intertwined hands to his features, she smiled weakly. “Tomorrow, we go into battle and,” She sighed, biting her lip. “Please do not do anything…overly heroic or…gods forbid, if it ever came to it, promise me you would not take a blade for me,” Veleanith clutched onto his face, smiling weakly. “I know I barely know you but I fear…I fear I just might die without you. Can you promise me something of such a nature…?”
Vistalzidar gazed deep into Veleanith's eyes as she awaited his reply. "I have already sworn to take that blade for you, Vele, and I can not go back on my word." He smiled and reached up to brush his fingers across her cheek. "But I promise you, I will not try to be a hero. I would prefer to survive through this and help fight the Gurtha Maten, than do something foolish and beyond my reach."
He raised an eyebrow, hesitating only and instant before leaning in and giving Veleanith a meaningful kiss. As he broke away, he whispered, "Do not fear, Vele, I will not die. Now you must promise me. You must promise me that you will not do anything overly foolish in this fight. Most especially, you must promise me not to engage with Talloth himself, for he is most powerful. Will you promise that?"
Veleanith thought on the promise, scanning the ground as she gathered her thoughts. Lifting her head, she looked into his eyes calmly. “Talloth is yours and yours alone to fight. I promise you I will not fight him,” She held up a finger, turning her head slightly to the side. “However, if he attempts to strike me or attacks me in anyway, I will defend myself. I can not stand by and play the role of the helpless waif.”
Vistalzidar didn’t look completely satisfied with her response. Veleanith leaned up to him and gave a passionate kiss, letting her lips linger inches from his, talking barely above a breath. “I promise you I will not interfere with your vendetta against Talloth,” Sliding her hand up his arm, she gently held onto his cheek, looking into his eyes seriously. “This I swear to you…”
Ismalia woke up. Her internal clock was messed up. She woke up like a mortal, in the morning. She looked over to Lanilor who had not long nodded off. Then looked at Ax who was also asleep, they must have stared themselves tosleep. She looked around the tent, outside she could hear lots of movement. People must have been gearing up for battle.
Then Ax and Lanilor jolted and both woke up at the same time and still looked at eachother with intent to kill. They both had thier hands clenched and ready. Ismalia broke silence "So what are we fighting exactly?" She asked the tense Ax.
The gentle noise of feathers flying past was heard, beams of sunlight drifting through the thick olive canopy. Veleanith opened a hazel-gold eye, raising a hand to block off anymore sunlight from reaching her tired form. After she had gave Vistalzidar one last kiss, she had made her way back into the forest, meditation bordering on sleep.
Getting up from her bed of leaves, not wishing to camp out, she slid down a thick ivory vine, landing onto the forest floor in the gentlest of footsteps. Glancing about the area, Veleanith threw on her cloak, adjusting her outfit, making sure everything was in order. Her rose was practically glowing the prospect of a bloodbath in the air. Ambrosia's rose, Guardianna as she had named it, was whispering silent nothings, repeating of footsteps in the wind. Her rapier was in order, bow in check, arrows sharpened.
Veleanith gave a broad fang revealing smile, absolutely excited at the idea of finally heading into a real battle. She hadn't been able to fight seriously in awhile. She was still worried though, her suspicion hadn't managed to go away over night. But she forced herself to think positive, charge into the battle headlong.
Walking through the forest back to the site, Veleanith didn't have to wander long before she heard a gentle neighing come from behind her. Turning around, she spread her arms out wide as Midi walked into her. Hugging her gently, she purred. "Midiayla, you found me..." giggling, she looked into her deep brown eyes, tapping her nose gently. "Good girl..." Taking out an apple from her cloak, she started to feed her as they walked back to the site.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, a little wooden stand caught her attention. 'Someone has set up shop so far away from town?' Out of curiosity and by some unseeable force, she found herself compelled to check out whatever wares the person might be selling, guiding Midi through the underbrush and to the shabbily cloaked figure by the stand, a dark tent behind them.
Not willing to show their face, they extended a pale green feminine hand, face veiled by a forest green hood. "Hello there stranger..." she said, a surprisingly gentle voice. "Might I interest you in some herbs? Natural remedies for ailments? Perhaps even a little food to take as you travel?"
'That kind of vendor...' thought Veleanith with slight disdain. Sighing, as she was always one to help the ones who really tried to make it somewhere in the world, she took out a gold coin, buying several herbs and forcing the lady to keep the change. Opening her cloak, Vele nodded her head in thanks at receiving the odd looking plants.
The lady scanned her cloak, finally speaking amused. "I see you are a fighter of some sort, stranger," She motioned to her bow and rapier. Tilting her head, clasping her hands together, she stood up straight. "Considering your extra pay, might I interest you with a sword for your journey?"
Veleanith stopped placing in the herbs, arching her eyebrow. "A sword? I am not too certain I can carry one. And free of charge? Is it a rusty sword...?"
(TBC...I gotta go to classes, lol)