Once it hit the floor Ismalia jumped on it like a cat and started fighting one of its huge arms off with both her blades. Lanilor jumped on its chest and tried to go for its head but a drow with a staff jumped on his back and tried to choak him.
((Hey Rex X im off now might come back but i dunno you can control lanilor to hart content lol see ya))
Veleanith stared down Talloth, stepping sideways warily in the dew soaked battlefield. He looked at her as if she were insignificant, but figuring he would have some fun with her, he took out a huge gleaming scripture covered sword, several midnight gems embedded deep into the hilt.
Moving her claws about calculatingly, she tilted her head, waiting. A flash of lightning erupted over the sky, corresponding with the macabre Golem growls and the clash of metal swords. Veleanith’s eyes flickered ominously, grip tightening around the rapier. She dashed towards the hulking figure, evading arrows and swords swings, once within melee distance, lunging out sideways, a chest blow in mind.
Placing his sword in front of his armor, he blocked the strike easily. Veleanith found she wasn’t surprised, instead, highly amused. Her face showing no emotion, she struck out to his side, sweeping her blade along the ground as he majestically managed to jump her blade. Dancing her blade about his sides, midsection, neck, she tried fervently to get in a strike, becoming antsy at not managing to make a hit.
Deciding to perform a fake, Veleanith struck out to his torso once more, at the last second, changing direction deep into his neck. A quick clang of metal was heard, she able to see her cold glaring expression in the second blade he had quickly taken out and placed across his neck to parry the blow. Stepping back, she exhaled, fatigued from her assault and annoyed at the realization she had come to.
Veleanith had always hated being underestimated…it was one of her major pet peeves but even more so was when she had underestimated. And she had done so greatly on this new opponent of hers. It wasn’t a might that he’d serve to be troublesome, it was a guarantee. ‘After all, I am the one out of breath.’
Balancing the rapier delicately across her fingertips, she twirled it around in her right hand, bringing it to a stop and directing it at Talloth. Wielding double swords, he looked to her stonily, charging towards her swords swinging. Finding herself heavily on the defensive, Vele jumped back from the first slash to her midsection, bringing her rapier up to fend off the second blow. Moving her head about rapidly, not showing any anxieties she was starting to hold, she dodged several sharp strikes aimed to her head, ducking backwards from a swing that would have not only lodged out her insides, but if it succeeded, she would have been a few feet shorter…
Flipping back from the attack, Veleanith swept her left hand across the ground in a lazy uppercut, placing a fierce whisper into the wind. The grass by his side roared upwards, managing to steal one sword and bury it deep within the earth, to Vele’s quick relief. Her console only lasted for a brief moment as judging by his expression she saw he looked more pleased than perturbed.
With the lack of a second blade, Talloth’s speed increased, he making rapid cuts across falling droplets of rain, swishing his sword dangerously across the battlefield and to Veleanith. Jogging back seemed to prove fatal, Talloth able to now match her speed. Grimacing, she began a series of backwards somersaults, wincing as she felt a sharp cold blade swipe by her legs.
Managing to see something of use, Veleanith swiped it up immediately, landing upright on shaky footsteps. Holding the silver blade in her left hand, the rapier in her right, she glanced to the befuddled Ismalia with a weak smile. “Apologies, but I need this real quick hope you do not mind!”
During her last flip, Vele had taken the opportunity to swipe one of Ismalia’s blades, she now continuing her relentless beating on the Golem with one weapon. Focusing back on Talloth, Veleanith widened her eyes, placing her two weapons in an X position as she barely managed to stop a blow that would have split her in half. His sword inches away from slicing her forehead in half, she smiled although he had the upper hand. “Try again…” she taunted. Letting out a growl, she stomped a foot heavily downwards into the slushy earth, sending him stumbling back slightly.
“Might you give me back my weapon now!” shouted Ismalia aggravated from the ground, starting to lose her advantage over the Golem. Flinging it in her direction, Veleanith let forth another whisper, binding the abnormal creation into the ground. Hearing the sound of a sword being readied, Veleanith instantly thrust her rapier upwards, moving deftly to her side, the sound of her cloak being cut through heard.
It didn’t bother her, Vele feeling confident at managing to skim across the side of his neck, she able to smell the blood that hadn’t yet appeared. A Drow warrior not too caught up in the pandemonium that had swept across the field shouted almost horrified at seeing Vele’s blood red rapier within inches of his throat. “Lord Talloth!”
*oopsie, got a little too enthusiastic with this i.e. TBC
*To be continued...or ze continuation...
All confidence seized, all enjoyment fled, Veleanith temporarily stunned, her words from the night before ringing about her head. “I promise you I will not fight him…” Bringing her rapier away, Vele jumped back, swearing viciously beneath her breath. ‘Did I have to make such a promise? Did it have to be a promise?!’ She, trying to keep her word, with a heavy reluctance, sheathed her rapier.
Talloth looked to her mystified, then malevolently. Vele’s eyes glowed ominously, seeing his thoughts. There wasn’t any escape from their battle, he would see to it they fought until one of them, the most probable person being her, was dead. ‘Not likely.’ Raising an eyebrow, she ducked beneath a fighting huntress and Drow, catching and dodging arrows simultaneously as she scanned the faces of hundreds fighting, searching for a familiar face, searching for Vistalzidar.
Tentative about fighting Vistalzidar’s enemy and remembering her solemn oath, she scanned the area haphazardly, figuring she would leave Talloth to him. At finally finding him, she stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowed with peruse. He seemed to be chanting heavily in concentrating, Vele gulping at feeling a wave of shadow sweep beneath her feet. ‘I would take it he’s preparing to go against Talloth…though,’ She turned around back to Talloth, uncertain whether to proceed. ‘Considering he is not done meditating, I guess I will have to serve to be a diversion.
“After I all, I promised not to fight him, I never said I would not stall him,” Smiling at the little loophole, Veleanith dashed in front of Talloth’s path, looking up to him with a superior air. With a flash of lightning, her hand struck out, now in her hand, the shiny black oval gem he had worn around his neck. Turning her hand vertical, she let the gem slip from her palm and fall plainly into the mud.
A word of wisdom rang across her head, courtesy of her brother: “Never disrespect a Drow…”
Raising her foot high into the air, Veleanith brought her boot heavily down upon the gem, a distinct crack corrupting its beatific features, a dark aura seeping upwards from it, shadow vanishing in the wind. “Did I…” Grinding her foot into the crumbling jewelry, she continued through gritted teeth. “…do that?”
In response to her question, Talloth grabbed her by the scalp once more, picking her up several feet into the air. Swinging her around, he tossed her with everything he could gather high up against the bark of a tree, Veleanith slapping against the trunk with her eyes closed tightly. Sliding down the wood, eyes slightly dazed, she groaned, wiping away a trail of blood that had started to creep down her hairline.
Standing against the tree eccentrically, she started to mutter in third person beneath her breath. “Never disrespect a Drow…and THAT, Veleanith, is wh-” With the sound of a blade impaling flesh and thudding into bark came a sharp gasp from Veleanith, unable to finish her sentence.
Wincing, struggling to catch her breath, her hands sidled down to her waist, her eyes looking down, golden struck with pain. Sharply placed into her stomach was a huge sword of ancient scriptures, Talloth’s sword. Blood had already started to pour out from the wound, delicately decorating the grooves in the blade in red. Letting out another heavy gasp, she let out a low cry, followed by a horrified scream. Calming herself, she grimaced, closing her eyes and pulling the sword from her stomach.
It took everything Veleanith had to hold back another scream, the tears streaming down her cheeks the only hint that she was feeling pain. Tossing the sword into the grass in disgust, her hands started to shake at feeling the crimson liquid spill forth from in front of her and gently pour down from in back.
If it kept up at the rate it was going, she would most likely have to feed, fresh blood being the only thing that would work. Not feeling for finding any living person and sinking her fangs into their neck, she started to whisper to herself, the gem around her neck glowing as she attempted to heal her wound.
A rough hand grabbing onto the front of her head abruptly disrupted the process, Veleanith’s eyes opening coldly, Talloth gripping her tightly. His sword back in hand, he lunged it forward, deep through Vele’s stomach and out through her back once more. Eyes widening, she stained his armor with blood, coughing heavily from the near lethal blows, muscles tensing from the pain felt from the second strike.
Pulling his bloodied sword from her gut, Talloth glared to her maliciously. “You do not follow orders vampiress. And for that, you shall die…” He let go of her, no longer seeing the need to hold her in place.
Veleanith, shoulders shaking, looked up to Talloth from bloodied fangs, a trail of the crimson liquid slipping from the corner of her mouth. “Perhaps I will die…” her breath came out haggard, cold in the night. She felt a sense of loss, a deep melancholy that she wouldn’t get a chance to live the happily ever after…or something close to it. Not showing her thoughts, she continued on, fixing her posture upright. “But hopefully…my death would have not been in complete vain.”
It was her eyes…the look in her eyes. One that lacked all warmth, and yet remained fiery in its stare, golden in its glow, making it seem as if in the end, she would win anyways. As if…he had never stood a chance to begin with. Most opponents hated that look, her stare of triumph, Talloth looking to be no exception as he pushed her back into the trunk of the tree, pulling his sword back as he started a death blow, preparing to lunge…
Ax saw what was happening to Lanilor and jumped on the chest of the Golem in front of Lanilor. He grabbed each side of the staff and snapped it easly. Then he headbutted the Drow on Lanilor's back then lifted it up and through it across the battlefield. Then he looked at Lanilor and said "Now we are even" Going back and trying to fight the other arm. Ismalia had found her second sword and now had the advantage on the Golem's arm.
Lanilor jumped down off the Golem to catch his breathe and looking round the battlefield he saw.......... He saw a really big guy pinning a really small guy to a tree. Without even knowing who it was he drew his large sword on his back and drew his silver dagger. He started to run in the direction of the 2 people and while he was running he threw his dagger at the tree and it stuck in fast. The big guy saw it hit the big tree and turned to see who dared disturb him. He could see a small compared to him person running through the battlefield at him Then he turned and faced Veleanith against the tree.
When Lanilor got closeish he slid along the water logged battlefield and was aiming for his legs. Just as Lanilor was about to slash the back of his knees the big guy had blocked his blow with his blood soaked blade. Lanilor quickly peered round the guy to see who was pinned to the tree "Vele" He shouted getting up quickly.
He held his sword seady waiting for the big guy to try it. The big guy turned and faced Veleanith again, so Lanilor took the chance to slash him. But he blocked it again then turn back to Lanilor. "You insolent Vampire I will........" Before he could finish his sentence he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Veleanith had took the dagger out of the tree and stabbed him in the arm that held her.
The big man dropped her and she slumped to the ground at the foot of the tree. Lanilor looked as he pulled his dagger from his arm and trowing it on the ground. "Now you die" He shouted at Lanilor.
"Mutak valliono espallio de'a'ca'an ullaminao ti'sevatera t'keare'," Vistalzidar's chant gained in intensity at seeing Veleanith pinned to the tree by Talloth's Shadow blade, the shadows in the area converging on his, swirling around him as he built his power.
In the sky, the darkened clouds began to lower, sucked in by the descending darkness, adding bolts of electricity to his shadow power.
"Te'aalinora kametire ita'godamu tellaseamai!" Vistalzidar shouted the final verse in the ancient Drow language that was little know by those of the modern world and the darkness around him exploded outwards.
Tendrils flew through the battlefield, targeting the enemy Drow and, upon contact, sucking their shadow and their life energy out of them. in the hundreds, Drow dropped to the ground, dead by the touch of the deadly shadow.
At each absorbtion, the tendril of shadow grew, stained red with blood and flashing with electricity. Talloth's head snapped around from regarding Lanilor and his eyes widened as he saw the toorent rushing towards him. Relfexively, he reached for his gem as he began a counter chant but, upon his fingers closing on nothing, his chant faltered.
Screaming in terror, he raised his sword up in a desperate attemtp to block the oncoming tide. The effort, however, was wasted. The Shadow tendrils surrounded the Drow Lord, sucking him up off the ground and slamming him into a tree, wrapping around the trunk and trapping Talloth in a kind of shadow cocoon, only his head remaining visible.
Talloth screamed and struggled against the power, managing to break his arms free as his lips moved in chant. Raising one newly free hand, a bolt of shadow shot forth from his fingers, striking Vistalzidar in the chest and sending him flying.
Gasping, Vistaldidar rose, his concentration still firmly on keeping the cocoon in tact, which he managed to do, much to Talloth's disgust. The Drow Lord rose his hand again, chanting feircer this time, sending a sharp burst of Shadow in Vistalzidars direction.
But the assassin was ready for it this time, uttering a counter chant quickly. A tendril shot out from the shadow coccon, snatching Talloth's energy blast out of the air and turning it back on Talloth.
The Drow Lord sreamed as it hit him full in the face, screams that were smothered as the cocoon began to seep into his open mouth. The cocoon the slithered up the now gagging Talloth's face and into his eyes, shooting bolts of lightning down his entire body. The Drow Lord began covulsing, but his shadow smothered face turned defiantly to gaze in Vistalzidar's direction.
A smile appeared on Talloth's face in an attempt to vex Vistalzidar, knowing he was doomed. It suceeded, and with one hotly snapped word in the ancient Drow tongue, Talloth Da'gar exploded, raining globs of bloodied flesh and chunks of bone onto the battle field.
Vistalzidar's head spun and he dropped to his knees in exhaustion, his eyes misting with tears as his gaze turned upon the fallen Veleanith. With what remained of his depleated strength, Vistalzidar crawled beside her wounded from and wrapped a muscled arm around her stomach wound, trying to help stem the blood flow.
"Somebody...save her," he croaked as his vision began to spin. "If she is dea...when I awake...I...will...destroy you...all." His head slipped down onto her chest as he plunged into unconciousness.
Veleanith lay on the ground…barely conscious, barely alive. Her breath came out short, the only thing keeping her from submitting to darkness the pain arching throughout her being. It was constant, not managing to leave her. At hearing the muffled voice come from nearby, the slight weight rest on her bosom, she flickered open her tired lids, looking up into the night sky, all traces of clouds and the storm having vanished. Instead, revealed was an innocently pure midnight blue, stars sparkling by the dozens, the moon showing its face through the crooked branches of earthen trees.
She didn’t have enough strength to glance down, but she could feel, just by the comfort that had come, the pain feeling numbed, the strand of silver hair that had brushed past her chin. “Vist…al…” Her throat was parched, sore from her pained screams, but she felt the smallest bit of content, having him by her side.
A face appeared before her, blocking out the stars. Frowning, Veleanith tried to make out the features, only able to see a cloak, head shrouded in darkness. A trace of silver was seen from their eyes, at this, Vele silently starting to fume inside, expecting the worse. Sure enough, she felt a fierce kick into her side, tossing her away from Vistalzidar’s unconscious form and rolling her across the corpse covered grass and onto her knees.
Coughing, Veleanith’s vision turned crystal, her rage taking over. Looking down to the blood covered grass, she squeezed her nails into the earth, forcing back a scream, the face starting to come into recognition. It was the Master Drow…the minion who had sent her on the hit to begin with. Looking around at the untouched soldiers, dead on the ground, she deduced he must have been cowering somewhere in fear, not much of a warrior and more of a spectator.
He stood over her panting, clutching onto his chest. It would be minutes before the huntresses and remaining Drow noticed the figure, the only thing keeping them busy being the check over any they had lost. By then, it might be too late, he standing with blade raised over Veleanith, she bleeding terribly across her weaponry and bottom clothing attire. “If you had completed your job, none of this would have happened to begin with!” He brought the sword down angrily upon Vele’s neck.
The sound of metal striking into metal was heard. Looking down to Veleanith his grip grew weak on his sword, him mumbling incoherently. “Eveolinist…”
Veleanith wasn’t sure what he had seen, all she knew was her instinct has sparked up, her first thought being to risk the pretty little sword sheath she had been given the morning before to block the blow. To her shock, she had accidentally managed to dislodge the sword, it shining luminously in its magnificence, reflecting beams of light…despite the lack of sun. On the side of the blade visible to her, she was only able to read out scriptures, complicated and long to the unskilled tongue. Her eyes widened at the conclusion she came to. ‘It is an incantation.’
Not wasting time, Veleanith read what she could of the archaic language, finding her voice in the oncoming dusk. “Aether, abyssus, terra…universus facultas opulentia, adducere sollumen…Eximo!” She shouted the last word, glaring upwards into the eyes of her enemy, feeling her light energy surge from her being and into the tip of her sword.
Stopping the weapon from completely draining her, Veleanith broke her bond with the sword. In response, a ripple of light spread out from her position, all sound being nullified. A circular orb of searing white light appeared around the sword, expanding out slowly, consuming the battlefield in a great blinding light, Vele only just able to hold onto the hilt of her sword.
What was happening was a one time thing, after who knows how many years of the sword being sealed into the hilt, it had built up on light magic, the sudden release, Veleanith’s blood spilling across the hilt, managing to free it. ‘To release, you lose…blood,’ thought Veleanith, her vision clearing from the heavenly light she had managed to cause.
Her jaw nearly dropped at the change that had overcome the field. Huntresses and Drow, vampires and werewolves, looked around in confusion wondering what had happened, what they were doing, why time had seemed to stop. The corpses along the ground had been enchanted, clothed in white robes, crimson butterflies gently gliding past in the artificial light coming down from the clear baby blue sky, greenery looking crisp, nay perfect.
With the exception of Veleanith, no one had any recall over what had happened over the past several hours. Crawling weakly on her fours, she held a determined look. “And as it stands, considering the high quantity of shadow surrounding the true atmosphere, this nether realm will be the only place where I will be able to use the little light magic I have left.” It was only a thirty second window, after that, everything would revert back to the way it was. With an exception…
Crouching over Vistalzidar, he sleeping peacefully on the ground, she ran her fingers along the electrical wound across his chest, then to the slow pulse within his neck. Extending her hands over his chest, she chanted to herself calmly, pain striking through her as she gave up the rest of her energy in order to restore him back to consciousness, her breath coming slower with each lively one he took. Giving a gasp, she let go, the strain starting to blur her vision.
Vistalzidar turned his head to her and with an effort got up into a sitting position. She smiled, feeling her grasp on the light realm starting to slip and reality starting to slip in. “I am sorry Vistalzidar…I have managed to heal you partially…but at a cost,” Brushing a strand of hair behind her head, not able to speak yet in the harmonious illusion, he expressed worry, silently wondering what. Holding onto his face lightly, she brushed her lips past his. She felt darkness setting in, the world swirling away and stars in the night sky becoming visible. “I think…my life.”
Her head fell onto his chest, Veleanith slipping into a calm peaceful comatose.
"Veleanith" Lanilor said looking down at her as the world came to darkness once again. Then he looked at the guy who tried to kill her and spining wheel kicked him into a tree. When he did that everyone start fighting again. The battle raged loud and hard everyone enraged and the drow worst of all because of thier leader being killed. Ismalia and Ax had finished off the Golem and ran ova to see what the hell was up. They saw the two on the floor and Lanilor watching. Ax looked at the guy getting up from the kick "He is mine" He said walking over to him. Ismalia turned around and saw people coming at her she braced for battle, swords at her side. "Defend for a bit Ismalia" Lanilor said kneeling down to Veleanith. "Ill try" she said ready for anything. Lanilor took off one of his forearm blades and pulled up his sleve. He put it up to her mouth "Comon drink, drink please" Lanilor said steoking her hair. The he gently grabbed her head and opened her mouth. He put his wrist in her mouth and pierced his skin with her teeth. "Comon Veleanith please drink" He said closeing his eyes. Ismalia fending off the on-coming waves. Ax stood picking up and man-handling the relitively inportant guy.
Ax rendered the guy unconsius. Then he could hear a loud swishing sound... Ax turned around only to see a silver oak arrow hit him on the side. Ax fell on his knee, but it didn't stop him. He stode up again in front of Veleanith. "LANILOR! PROTECT VISTALIDZOR!!" shouted Ax as he saw that Vistalidzor wasn't in consiuosness to fight. Ax sliced any enemy that came up to Veleanith. Ax felt another arrow hit him on the other side. Ax fell down on both of his knees this time, but sliced an incoming drow's leg. He stode up again, thought limping and barely. Ax didn't give up, He saw adrow wearing golden plated armor, the commander of the army, or atleast this divison. He was aiming another arrow at Ax. He was the one who shot the other two arrows at him. Ax picked up a bow, loaded it with four arrows and shot it at the Capitan, Only two hit its target, into the stomach. However it was enough to take the capitan down. Ax's vision turned darker and darker... Yet he did not retreat or give up...
((OOC: Ah, okay, i see then. Oh, and interesting sig...))
Blood spilt across her fangs, trailing across her lips; slowly bring her dulling senses to. Unable to open her eyes, unable to even move, Veleanith lay across the ground, letting the life giving liquid slip into her mouth; roll across her tongue and down her throat. Tasting the type of blood, she had to hold back the urge to gag, the blood lifeless, holding little to no potency. No thoughts would form on whose blood it could be, all she knew was that she couldn’t drink it…nonetheless, she forced herself to, stopping after a few seconds. It wasn’t the taste that made her refuse, it was the lack of will to continue on, the strength to feed leaving her completely. Allowing her head to fall weak, she turned a cheek into the grass, murkiness creeping across her soul and bringing her into shadow…
Vistalzidar cradled her head with one arm, rocking back and forth as he felt her lifeforce slipping into darkness. Wuth his free hand, he fished urgently in the back of his belt for a small sheath.
When his fingers found what they were seeking, he barely held in a yelp of joy, not believeing that the object had stayed attached to the inside of his belt for so long.
"For years, I have held this item on my person. No soul knowing, no soul even suspecting that one of Shadow would carry such an item," he explained to Veleanith, knowing that she probably wouldn't hear him, but giving her his voice for comfort.
As delicately as he could with one hand, Vistalzidar untied a small pouch and carefully tipped the contents out onto his closest thigh. "Mustn't spill such a precious thing," he whispered the words of the one he had aquired the contents from.
Those who were there to witness saw the tineies of blades balancing upon Vistalzidar's thigh, surrounded by tiny white granules. Upon the tiny blade were ancient scriptures, stained red with blood. Blood of ancient extinct beings.
Vistalzidar picked up the blade and slit his wrist, blood splattering down both their forms, and he placed the wound over Veleanith's mouth, dribbling the freely flowing blood into her mouth. He knew that his Drow blood would not be adequet to save her, being a creature of Shadow affinity, but he knew how to counter that, at least he hoped.
As he picked up the tiny granules between his fingers he whispered to himself. "Well, mother...I hope you were right."
"Dark of soul, blood with darkness rife...granules of fire, bring my blood to life!" Vistalzidar threw the granules into Veleanith's mouth, where they burst into flaring flames.
Veleanith gasped, her body convulsing and arching into the air as the fire shot through her body, bursting forth from her wounds. A scream escaped her lips and her body convulsed harder as the fire began to heal her mortal wounds. The flames winked out suddenly, leaving behing a smoking, yet healed wound, the only evidence remaining being a small pink scar on her stomach.
Vistalzidar removed his wrist from Veleanith's mouth, silently working with Shadow in an unconcious healing action that he had used thousands of time and no longer needed to concentrate on. When his wrist had healed, he rested his chin against the top of Veleanith's head.
With a smile on his lips and his eyes drooping with his exhaustion, he muttered words that he could not have helped saying if he had wanted too. "I think I'm in love."
With that, he happily embraced the exhaustion, slipping into a deep sleep.
After the war was over, Ax fell on his knees. He howled loudly as he pulled the two arrows out of his guts, lots of howls where heard to reply to him. Wolfs... Ax could see his sight blur, and he fell down, only to be balanced on a Wolfs back, who had brought a pack of wolfs with him. Each wolf had some herbs in their mouths, which were healing herbs. Ax whispered something into the Wolf's ear before going unconisus. The Wolf carried Ax on his back, to a tree, and let him go, making Ax lean on the tree.
Lanilor rearanged Veleanith and Vistalzidar behind a tree and then turned to the battle. He could see Ismalia taking down on after another and thought to himself *She can handle it*. Then he looked to Ax and saw him stuggling and ran to him. As he ran to him he could see the odd elven warrior fall to a drow blade but there was nothing he could do. He reached him and cut down one drow heading at him and Ax with his big sword and said "Are you ok". The he saw the arrows slowly corroding his flesh and he pulled the embedded arrows out of him quickly. Then his saw three arrows let fly at him and Ax, two missed and the one on target hit Lanilor's forearm blade as he blocked it for Ax "Comon lets fall back to the tree" He said picking up Ax to his feet.
((Ignore this post if ya want sorry bit late))
Originally posted by Red X
After the war was over, Ax fell on his knees. He howled loudly as he pulled the two arrows out of his guts, lots of howls where heard to reply to him. Wolfs... Ax could see his sight blur, and he fell down, only to be balanced on a Wolfs back, who had brought a pack of wolfs with him. Each wolf had some herbs in their mouths, which were healing herbs. Ax whispered something into the Wolf's ear before going unconisus.
((OOC: 😕 So the war is over or what...? Damn, I'm a little confused by it all, lol. Anyways, here's a long post from me, went crazy again, though dont let the beginning confuse you...))
The sun, a huge circular ball of jagged burning orange, glowed through the dark green jungle type trees making up the hot and hazy humid weather. The ground held no grass, composed of dry earth, barren of flowers making up most cities and in its place lush green grass, splayed out overgrown and wildly. Ahead stood the beginning of a quaint little village, hidden from most wanderers by the thick coiled leaves of ivy making up its entrance.
Veleanith looked on intently, a weak smile crossing her lips, the sun beaming into her eyes. She stood in a short leather black skirt, the ending of it frizzled and going in a slant. Wearing a small black halter top, the material gleaming under the sun, her hair had been done in two long flowing braids. Arching her brow, she felt a sense of surprise at her light cinnamon complexion not having tanned by then, the sun holding no effect.
‘An oddity in itself…even more so that I am here at this village.’ Vele had been there before, it was one of her favorite places down south, hidden deep within the jungle. But she couldn’t understand how she was there…nor could she recall anything but her name and her brethren, everything else lost in the back of her mind.
Shrugging it off, Veleanith spread apart the ivy opening, stepping into the warm village, smiling at the familiar brown pueblos with the thick leaf rooftops, heavily tanned men and women alike balancing baskets across their heads as they made their way through the center of town, kiddies playing in the narrow stream navigating through the heavily veiled village.
The warm heat blowing across her bare waist, Veleanith closed her eyes, raising her hands as she started to twirl in place, entranced and excited at being back. She stopped her euphoric dance, only when she managed to bump into two small others. Opening her eyes abruptly, she looked down with a frown. “You two should really watch where you step.”
The children she had bumped into, one, a girl looking around the age of five, the other, a boy looking around ten, both rubbed their heads in strangely the same circular pattern. The little girl stopped first, closing a silver eye as she looked up to Veleanith. Her cheeks looked to be flushed from a temper, though Vele wasn’t certain considering her raven skin tone. She made sure her long forest green hair was still tied by a bow at the end, blowing two strands from her eyesight once done. Pouting, pointy ears astute, the little girl crossed her arms. “Miss, we are not the ones dancing in place. You bumped into us so you should-”
The girl’s eyes widened in disbelief, a caramel hand having extended tightly over her mouth and lifting her a few feet into the air. The boy behind her smiled nervously to Vele with warm hazel eyes, his hair spiky silver and black, a small ponytail visible from the back. “My apologies for my sister’s behavior…she has been very irritable since she has started teething…”
Veleanith blinked in confusion. “Teething? At her age?”
The boy rolled his eyes to the side, sighing. Opening his mouth, he placed emphasis on two sharp fangs making up the top row of his teeth. “Tee Thin,” He closed back his mouth, adjusting his jaw. “It is a real boOW!” He let go of his sister, finishing his sentence in a shout, shaking his now bleeding hand.
His sister fell to the ground, once recovered, crossing her arms, sticking out her tongue in his direction. “You should do that more often, biting something helps.” Smirking, she rubbed at a small white fang still covered in a trace amount of blood. She quickly let out a small yelp, running off in the opposite direction as her brother started to chase after her, a mixture of anger and playfulness.
Veleanith watched amused as he soon caught up, tackling her gently to the ground and frenetically starting to tickle her, she laughing wildly. Shaking her head, she walked up to the two play fighting siblings, tilting her head. “What are your names?”
The boy stopped his attack, smiling up to Vele curiously. His sister’s laughter diminished, she sitting with her legs crossed. “I do not know. What is your name?”
Veleanith arched her brow skeptically. “Vele, Vele is my name. And since you haven’t a name to call you I shall make something up,” Tapping the girl’s nose, her eyes sparkled mischievously. “You shall be Anitheal, a different variation of my name!”
“And what of me?” chimed in the boy curiously.
“Are you not too old to be playing such a game?” Sighing, Vele ran her fingertips through his velvet soft hair, a smile crossing her lips. “I have the perfect name…you shall be Vistal, short and to the point.”
“What is that name derived from?” piped up Anitheal, rocking back and forth as she sat.
“I…” Veleanith drifted off awkwardly, leaning up from the siblings. Rubbing her hand across her neck, she smiled weakly. “I am not entirely certain…it just came to mind.”
Before she had time to dwell on her lack of memory of anything, Anitheal pointed to Vistal with a large smile. “Ha, my name is special!” She then started to stick out her tongue once more, jumping from the ground as Vistal started to chase after her.
Chuckling to herself, Veleanith walked away from the pair, letting her dragging footsteps take her into the center of commerce, the centre of the village. Sitting herself at a finely carved wooden barstool set outside by a bar, only one other person by her side, she watched the citizens, laughing and smiling with friends through questioning eyes. “Brother, what business do we have here?”
The man by her side, toned and tanned, banged onto the bar table he’d been leaning on. Sitting up, he played a finger down one of several long ebony cornrows in his hair. The barkeep slid to him what looked like a coconut cut in half, a rich crimson liquid filling the makeshift cup. Glancing to Vele, he smiled. “Nothing for the time being. You are free to do as you wish for as long as you wish…or you can take a drink. That is when we will get serious.”
Veleanith looked around, the temptation to adventure pulling at her senses. But she couldn’t help but to want to know what exactly was going on. Turning to face her brother, Vele took the cup from his hands, smirking. “The Great Kalenithal Eveolinist, allowing his sister to feed from a cup…at a bar no less?”
Glaring to her dangerously, his smile grew prominent, revealing his overly sharp fangs. “It is a one time thing, Little Vele. Now will you drink or will you talk?”
Rolling her eyes, she took a meaningful sip of the warm liquid, it soon turning into a ravenous gulp, eyes widened in wonder. She had never tasted anything so eloquent, so rich, so completely exotic. Forcing the liquid away, she licked the thick blood from her lips, anxious for when she could receive seconds.
All thoughts on the blood suddenly vanished, Vele’s vision turning dark. Images came from the darkness, flashing past her eyes, a vignette of her life in less than a minute. Eyes fluttering, she nearly dropped the cup from the sudden burst of her memories, the sudden pain of wounds and warm drops of tears ripping through her soul, reality brought back to her.
Gulping heavily, covered in sweat, the clips stopped, Veleanith holding onto the cup loosely. Turning from her brother, she watched the crowd go by once more, smiling weakly, melancholy in her eyes. “So I take it I have died?”
Her brother, Kale, looked to her surprised. “What makes you say that?”
Veleanith looked to him almost sadly. “Because you are dead. So if I am with you, I must be dead too.”
Understanding her logic, he nodded. A knowing look came to his eyes. “Not quite.”
Finding herself growing confused, Vele squeezed her nails into the cup. “Then if I am not dead, what am I doing here?”
*continuation
“Before I answer that, answer me this: Do you want to live?”
Her gaze turned to the crimson droplets left over in her cup. She licked her lips. “I do not know.”
“And THAT is why you are here…” concurred Kale, watching villagers go by with her. Looking up into the sky, he kept his gaze on the moon which had decided to make itself despite the presence of the sun. “Little one, why would you want to die?”
Veleanith made a sour face looking into the cup. “You will laugh.”
“Under normal circumstances…I probably would,” Kale stretched out his hands to the world. “But I can not keep you in this limbo forever, so I shall start with the negatives,” Turning to Vele, he grabbed her chin gently, wonder in his pure gold eyes. “Little sister, why would you want to die?’
At this, Vele’s bottom lip started to tremble, she smiling miserably. “Kale…I miss you. I,” she let out a sob, quickly sniffling as tears streamed down her cheeks. “What is a little sister without her brother…? I do not know how…at times, I just do not, I can not go on. At least in death,” She jumped to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest, sobbing heavily, her words muffled. “At least I would be able to see your face once more.”
Kale ran a hand across Vele’s head. “I see…” Easing her off his chest after a moment, he held onto her face gently, wiping away any spare tears with his thumbs. Smiling tenderly, he fixed away any loose strands of her hair. “You will always have me in memory…in your heart…do not kill yourself emotionally over such a thing, alright?” Vele bit her trembling lip, nodding her head fervently as she suspended the urge to cry. At seeing her agree, Kale gained a sage look to his eyes. “Now, why do you want to live?”
Veleanith’s expression turned bitter. “To avenge your untimely demise…”
Kale crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. “Revenge is not the only thing that makes you want to live. Come now, what else?”
Veleanith blushed, staring intently into the cup. Regaining her calm composure, she spoke with an unsettling confidence. “A man…it is a man that keeps me alive,” She stirred the crimson liquid with a finger. “He has managed to take some mystical hold of my heart and by no means that I can see will he let go,” She stared out towards the setting sun. “Even now, I can see his face, his flowing silver hair, his sparkling eyes…I can hear his voice in the few breezes that blow through, he runs through my thoughts constantly but I find I do not mind because…” She leaned back, closing her eyes. “I can envision myself with him for the rest of my life-”
“Living together in a perfect little house, two cheerful children, living the happily ever after.” Filled in Kale dismally, a look of disgust across his face.
Veleanith frowned, licking the blood from her finger as she started to stare ahead. “You are mocking me, brother.”
“Did you expect no less? It is part of my job to do so as a sibling,” He turned to face her fully, a cynical look in his eyes. “It will not work out the way you see it, as perfect as you wish it could be. You will have some happy moments but then you will have those moments where you bicker, from small insignificant quibbles to times when you will not be able to bear each other, where words will truly hurt more than any weapon. From peaceful moments to dreadful hardships, why would you want such a thing? Or even this, what if he were to die before you…? Would you wander around vengeful over his death or alone in wonder how to continue your life? Do you really see yourself ever being truly happy with anyone? With him?”
Swirling the rest of the crimson liquid in her cup, Veleanith gulped. His words were meant to irk her, bother her innermost fears, and it had partially succeeded. Finishing off the now lukewarm blood, she turned to her brother, her eyes holding a somber look, a solitary tear rolling down her cheek. “I would have rather spent one lifetime with him, with all its happiness and misery, knowing that perhaps we would have had a family…than to have never seen him or known his touch at all…”
Without even looking back, a defiant look in her tear brimmed eyes, she slammed the empty cup onto the bar table. Kale’s look softened, his warmth returning as he brushed a hand past her cheek. “I have to say after all they years I have known you, that has to be one of the most mature things you have come up with. Perhaps you are not as little as I had thought…”
Veleanith gave a weak smile, still shook up from his earlier words. Shaking those off, her face filled with melancholy. “I am going to live…and I will remember no part of this encounter, will I?”
“Sorry Vele,” He held onto his face in two hands, smiling sadly. “But that is the way it works. Constant vigilance, Vele…oh, and more thing,” Pulling her close, he gently gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Give life a chance.”
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With a feeling of being burnt alive, Veleanith opened her eyes, letting out a scream as she arched herself upwards, fire leaving her throat as her wounds, in a rather painful process, started to heal themselves up. It stopped as soon as it started, Vele just clinging onto consciousness, wondering what had brought such agony upon her.
The brisk night air comforted her bare skin, the scent of blood awakening her senses, Vele listening to the noises, trying to understand just what was going on while focusing on not falling asleep. She knew she was leaned against some one, an arm visible around her form. Finally, the softest of voices was heard. “I think I'm in love.”
It was Vistalzidar holding her, Vistalzidar’s gentle fatigue filled voice coming from behind her. She could tell just by the slow rhythmic beating of his heart, he had fallen asleep in his hold. Adjusting her head from beneath his chin, Vele planted a warm kiss onto his neck, whispering to his sleeping form. “I think I may be in love as well…” She drew her lips across his neck, not wanting to kiss his lips and risk staining them with blood. ‘Actually, I know…’
Pulling herself from his hold, Vele fixed it so that he was asleep in her lap, she an observer to the tumult in the battlefield. Her eyesight darted to Ax, yanking countless silver arrows from his body and being carried off by wolves, no longer fighting the left over Drow, Lanilor and Ismalia finishing up. Removing her bow from her cloak, her energy mysteriously revived, she took aim with her arrows, letting loose only five with a cold vindictiveness about her before realizing she had run dry.
Looking around once she ran out, her eyes lingered onto Vistalzidar’s silver arrows, just dying to be put to use. Licking her blood stained lips, she kissed his forehead quickly, taking several from his quiver. ‘I hope you will not mind too terribly,’ Taking aim, she turned to her right, taking out any approaching Drow coming in Lanilor or Ismalia’s direction, managing to make two throat shots and one through an unlucky eye before she managed to catch their attention.
Looking back, relief flooded his features. Veleanith smiled, nodding her head in thanks, not wishing to use her voice, her throat dry and sore. With Veleanith doing what she could from the ground, Lani and Ismalia defeating the few left, huntresses killing the last, it wasn’t long before the war looked to be over at last…
((There, combined the two posts sort of…hope that works out))