Cazuki101 Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 In the lost annuals of time, there is an elf kingdom known as Nolava. The kingdom thrived on bustling trade and new inventions as well as it's exploits in war. One of Nolava’s most talked about heroes is a knight of great strength who can destroy any monster or man. However, what is not often known is that this knight had a squire under his wing. This squire, hoping to prove himself and become a legend himself, goes alone into the vast forest that surrounds the kingdom, where all manner of horrifying creatures roam. What he finds there may just change his life forever, if he comes back alive. Name: Tirrel Age: 23 Gender: Male Position: Seme Appearance: Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. He has poison green eyes and black unkempt hair. Though it is hidden, he also has Black Panther features such as ears, which he hides by holding them flat against his hair when he needs to, and a tail, which is hidden under his clothes. Personality: Intimidating, mysterious and playful with his prey. Has a dark sense of humor and loves to make others uncomfortable. Other: N/A Name: Sky Arragon Age: 20 Gender: Male Position: Uke Appearance: He has blue eyes that look like the sky and tan skin. His hair is long red and often pulled back. He has broad shoulders long legs supported by feminish hips. He stands tall be still has a secluded and sweet look to him. Personality: He's oddly sweet and very quiet for his job. His only motivation is to impress his master really, and because of that he is very loyal. He doesn't have many hobbies or talents, but he's a gifted singer and he does enjoy swimming. Besides that he's very focused and dedicated to his sword and witch craft, thought he's not very good at sorcery. Other: He's scared of ghosts and he considers his master to be like a dad or big brother. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetFloatsFlats Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 It's hard to really know what makes a man. Sky had always believed it was when you get the courage to conquer your fears. Fears were like a million sleeping speaking on a web that entangled you. It was easy to overcome, to break the thin chains, but the consequence was unknown. Once you finally are able to stand up to the unknown, break the web and stomp out the spiders, you have the right of passage known as being a man. Of course, Sky had always lived in the shadow and under the protection of his guardian and teacher. He didn't want to be the weight on his back, he wanted to be equals. No, he needed to be equal, it was the only way they could work together. He was a little to old for a babysitter. Determined with weapons ready he decided to prove his worth. He was not one to toy with, he was a very talented archer and staff-man. Despite his age and soft nature he could but ruthless and wouldn't hesitate if his chance was presented. Which is why he rushed on the opportunity to take on the 'Druag'. It was the translation for Wolf in his language, although no one was quite sure what it looked like. Though it was the most active in killing travellers and merchants alike. So on the next quest he declined the insistence of his master's request to come along, saying he wanted to practice his sorcery. Of course, his master would say he shouldn't go out in woods, not only did he not believe he was ready but he'd argue he's 'out of his element'. Sky was a very domesticated fighter, trudging through the forest was not his forte but he was not ready to let a thing like terrain stop him. So, pushing through the bushels and trees he walked into the southern part of the Woods. He'd long abandoned the path, choosing instead to look for tracks in the soft soil deeper in the woods. Though, he hadn't thought it might be just as easy for something to be tracking him in these conditions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cazuki101 Posted June 2, 2014 Author Share Posted June 2, 2014 What does it mean to be human? Tirrel always heard stories from the lips of creatures about how humans lived. They slept, they ate, they loved and they died. Tirrel, ever since he'd been young, had a strong dislike of the human race. It wasn't just the stories his family told him, of rivers of blood caused by human hands that made his blood go cold even now. Nor was it just the devastation he'd seen with his own two eyes; friends being hunted and slaughtered in the name of 'prestige' or 'manhood'. No, it was because he'd never seen the point in humans. Why should humans exsist when they acted so much like beasts. They were beasts without tails and so stemmed their name in the monster culture; The Alasti, The Furless. Obviously, Tirrel did more important things than lament on the question of humanity, it was just a question he'd wrestled with in his spare, bored moments when he felt so bored that anything would be better than silence. What important things could a beast like Tirrel be doing? Well, right now, he was tracking an intruder's footprints. He smiled, observing the indents in the soil, ear twitching and tail swishing. Few creatures in the forest bothered to wear shoes, seeing as only half of them could take human form, let alone boots. Unlike many stories the humans doubtless told their children, monsters did not have to rely on their powers to find hunters, they only needed to rely on what they were given; eyes and ears. The hairs on the back of Tirrel's neck bristled as electricity flooded through his veins. He felt his whole body tense and contract, becoming lighter and aerodynamic. He was focused on the hunt. Tirrel kept to the treeline, sprinting over tree roots and hovels with the finesse of a dancer. His race was known for their speed and athletics, as well as their killer instinct. The scent of human nerves grew stronger with each step, until Tirrel could smell nothing other than it.When he got closer, Tirrel climbed the huge oak trees and jumped from their strong branches, hiding himself in the creeping shadows of the forest. It didn't take him long to find his hapless prey. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetFloatsFlats Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 Humans and Elfish people, structurally, we're not so different. While elves were often taller and usually had longer hands and were well known for their slanted ears, they came in just as many shapes and sizes as humans. But elves thought a bit differently, the ways their brains were wired were different. They could assess a situation faster, react more reasonably and not let emotion always get in the way. Compulsion was more percised then just a shot in the dark. While it obviously doesn't seem like it, as he was going out in the woods just on a whim, he knew his strengths and limits. He knew not to wander in a disarray like a stumbling idiot. No, he had a course drawn out in his mind, from descriptions of shaky travlers who were lucky to get in a scrap with the wild animals out there. He walked nearly silent, hardly breaking the leaves as he traced the woods. He was graceful, like any sort of animal that could leap and bound but still make a gentle landing. However, he didn't have the same instincts as animals. It took him a while to feel the heat of eyes boring holes in the back of his head. His eyes, even in the dim light of the deer forest, shone and almost seemed to leave a trail behind it like that if a comet as they bounced around looking for the source. He had already had his guard up, as these forests were no joke, but he then drew his staff off his back and continued off. His staff was meant more for confusion and defence- knock a creature off balance then run. It wasn't cowardly, no, it was plain idiotic to let something like pride take your life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cazuki101 Posted June 2, 2014 Author Share Posted June 2, 2014 As Tirrel spyed on the hunter, he realized some important thing about this person who's strayed off the trail. For one, he was armed, as evidenced by the strong bamboo staff he held in his hands. Secondly, he was an Elf. Elves were always more dangerous then humans to the monsters. They were stronger, faster and more intelligent, less like dogs and more like eagles. In many conflicts between races, elves were known not just for their magic but for their espionage and tactics also. However, even with those skills, this elf was still prey. Tirrel could tell the elf was being cautious, treading carefully to avoid unwanted attention. Caution was a double-edged blade, it could save you or kill you. Hmm... Well, little elf, let us have some fun. Tirrel thought, stopping to let Sky walk further into the depths of the forest. He climbed down the tree and gathered a few loose pebbles, before climbing the tree again. He caught up with the elf and then passed him, making sure he was far enough away to be heard but not seen. When he was sure he was in a good place, he initiated his game. He took one of the rocks and flicked his wrist, throwing it down onto a tree, creating a small thudding noise. He backed away deeper into the tree, waiting for the game to begin. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetFloatsFlats Posted June 2, 2014 Share Posted June 2, 2014 Sky walked a while more, changing directions so be wasn't walking away from the safety of the path anymore, but parallel with it. He was still far, but he was using it as a guide none the less. It wasn't as comforting as the faux sense of safety the path gave him, but that's what he was after really. He needed to be alert, and when he felt a dark arura pass him by, he knew he decision was at least an accurate one. He had a huge hate of being stalked. He felt he was reasonable, someone who could be talked and reasoned with. Not an animal, only to be watched and followed. But he always figured one of two things: something was just curious about his nature or they wanted to mess with him. The thudding, making him stop stiff in place, either meant his adrenaline was higher then necessary and he was beating things, or the ladder of the original choices. He was almost more annoyed then he was alert, he knew he'd probably be attacked by some less intellectual beings while he hunted but he really didn't want to mess around with an intelligent monster. It wasn't even that they were hard to kill, or even that he wanted to kill them at all, they just don't know how to mind their own business. That they meddle in things they don't understand, and then they assume they're better or smarter. They leave you no choice besides giving your own life. Then again, Sky knew, he might be just assuming that himself. Maybe he ought to focus on the mission, since there is such a thing as over-thinking... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cazuki101 Posted June 2, 2014 Author Share Posted June 2, 2014 Tirrel almost chuckled, sensing the young elf's shock (or at least what he believed to be shock). He may be an elf, but he is inexperienced It wasn't often that a lone hunter came into the forest, unless they were either stupid or strong. For that reason, Tirrel stayed in the trees, looking down and stalking. It was not cowardice to use one's abilities to one's advantage, it was natural. Maybe if he could figure out how strong the elf was or if he had anyone else nearby, Tirrel could engage, but, until then, he decided to have some more fun. He ran ahead again, following the elve's course, this time deciding to set a trap. Out of the tied together fibers of broken twigs, he made a short length of string. He used the string to tie together two strong yet flexible mini-branches and placed a pebble on one which he'd bent and primed with the string. He moved back to the other branch, which was in a different direction, and waited for the elf to come. This was a trick he'd learnt while playing around with his brothers. The humans and elves called it a 'slingshot' apparently, though he didn't mind as long as it got the job done. It wouldn't cause any serious damage, even if the pebble hit, but it would be enough to hopefully get some reaction out of the elf. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetFloatsFlats Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 The Elf stayed on his toes, even as the last sound seemed to fade he felt something creeping along with him. He didn't want to look around and act scared, like he had something to really fear here. He was at least equals with the highest hostile creatures here... few were higher, most were simple for him at this point. But even now he stood ready, walking along the path when he stopped, kneeling by the ground. A foot print, just like the one described and drawn by frightened witnesses, was left in the mud. It was old, but it was finally a trace of the beast. He smiled a bit and stood up straight, only to hear a whizzing from behind him. He spun around as fast as a cyclone, before he brought his staff up. He was just planning on guarding, he didn't expect a harmless little pebble. It nailed him right in the fore head, making him sway and curse. Huh...? Oh, how funny. He said, picking up the rock and tossing it in the air. Yes, he was dealing with a very vexing enemy, but trying to show a sign of acceptance for wherever the thing was he tossed the stone back. He doubted this was t h e thing he was hunting. It was deceive to attack brutally from out of the blue... no, it was probably not the thing following him now. He only faced the direction of the rock for a moment after he threw it, before he turned around and started back walking. He wondered, f it was such a good idea to expose his best weapon to the enemy like that? His speed was his greatest gift, like most elves. Thought people sometimes forgot just how quick. On one hand, he might've kept the beast from wanting to mess with him ok much. Then again... He might've just gave the thing a tactical advantage. But intelligent creatures don't usually attack. Maybe he just wants to watch. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cazuki101 Posted June 3, 2014 Author Share Posted June 3, 2014 Tirrel almost fell out of the tree, his body was shaking so much with laughter. Not only had the pebble connected, but it's also hit the elf in the dead center of his head. Of course, humor was not the only reason he'd set his little trap. By observing the elve's reaction time, he gauged his general speed. He was fast, yes, but probably slower than Tirrel. Tirrel knew the Southern forest well and the elf had trouble navigating the trails which Tirrel could dance through. If it came down to a chase, provided he did not have back-up, Tirrel could capture the hunter. He watched the hunter throw the pebble back in the direction of the slingshot, thereby proving two facts to him; he was accurate (suggesting he was experienced in ranged weapons) and he didn't know where Tirrel actually was. Tirrel gripped the rough bark of the branch he sat on, the rough texture adding fuel to his fire. He really wanted to mess with the elf more, seeing as the more he observed, the more he knew and the more he knew, the more he realized this elf was far from a true hunter. Maybe he was new? Or part of a group? The questions were endless and tantalizing. Tirrel was always told off for his curiosity, but who could honestly blame a man who shared half his body with a cat? Time to play, little hunter. He rushed ahead for the final time and waited for the elf to approach. When he did, he would jump down in front of him, hopefully a large enough distance away to not be hit by the staff that the eldf might swing on instinct. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetFloatsFlats Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 He was wavering, on his toes as he heard the slight sounds from imperfect movements and he felt, once again, something sweep by him. He sighed, taking his time walking forward, as he followed a trail. The creature following him... way too fast to be what he was after. Way too light. He looked up and around, eyes scanning. He could feel himself being watched. Being watched closer. He was being snuck up on. The beast was probably crouching, inching up on him just about too... He took a deep breath. He couldn't believe himself, getting so scatty at a noise and a shadow. As he was getting up he felt the shadow of something creep over him. It takes alot of well power not to look around like he was surrounded. He stayed in one direction, anchored to the tracks, untill suddenly a beast fell in front of him. He didn't do anything immediately, being shocked. Just stiffening up as he held his staff in front of him diagonally, a strong grip on it ready to block any move. He was certainly caught off guard, but he wouldn't waver. No, hesitation wasn't in his vocabulary. He didn't say anything, even if he did it would just fuel the fire. No no, he'd just have to see what he wanted... He was often told not to bargen with wicked souls, but usually their demands are actually the most simple up comply to. Well, he wasn't in much of a situation to decide whether or not he would anyways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cazuki101 Posted June 3, 2014 Author Share Posted June 3, 2014 Tirrel smirked at the elf's reaction to his appearance. It was hardly overacted, but he could still see the caution floating about Sky. He was happy that he wasn't being attacked yet, it gave him a chance to talk with the hunter. "You seem a little far from the path, young Elf," he announced, keeping his distance, with his legs firmly planted on the groud. His black tail swung thoughtfully behind him. "What are you here for, hmm? It couldn't possibly be to kill a monster like little old me, could it?" Before the Elf could react, Tirrel put his hand on his chest and widened his eyes, faking shock. "Oh no, you are? Nah, it couldn't be, you're too new." Tirrel chuckled deeply, standing firm again. Of course, he was open to attack like this, if the Elf reacted fast enough, but he wasn't worried. Even if the Elf decided to go for him, he could simply dodge and counter and possibly break his staff. But he hoped it wouldn't come to that. "What is your name, little hunter?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetFloatsFlats Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 He frowned at being called young, but then again this creatures age could have a much larger range then his own... though, he found the 'too new' comment a peeving. It was also reliving, in a way. Maybe he wouldn't be prepared for his experience. Wouldn't that be aweful for the odd bipedal in front of him. To be honest, he was impressed, he thought he looked pretty sick. His tail. His eyes. It'd suck to have to kill something so cool, but if it came to it... Well, it wasn't his problem. He smiled, his face looking very unlike the rest of him. His arms and legs were stiff, ready to attack, like a tight coil ready to spring. But his expression was relaxed, like he was talking to an old friend. "Hmmm... I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to talk to strangers, unless you happen to know where the monster creating these tracks are." He said kindly, once again less like he was standing in a dark threatening woods more like stopping on the street 'oh-hows-the-weather' tone. He watched him shift and he also shifted, standing up straight but still holding onto the staff firmly. "You can just call me Ares, if you think you'll be addressing me. For the sake of tradition, I'll just ask you what your own name is?" He asked, smiling still but his eyes showed his real neutrality towards the situation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cazuki101 Posted June 4, 2014 Author Share Posted June 4, 2014 He smiled as the elf, apparently called Ares, talk to him despite saying he wouldn't talk to strangers. He stared at Ares with a quirked brow, indicating he knew or was at least suspicious of Ares' statement. No person within there right mind would warm up to a monster so quickly and Tirrel had first-hand experience of lying, since he did it often himself. "Well, Ares, since you asked so politely," he stepped forward slightly, arms outstretched and palms facing towards the Elf. "i'll tell you who I am." He moved forward again. "My name is Tirrel and I am king of the monsters of this forest. Well, i was, until I was kicked out by my devilishly handsome brother Lerrit." He stopped his advance and suddenly glared at the Elf. "Now, let's tell the truth, shall we? Little hunter." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SweetFloatsFlats Posted June 4, 2014 Share Posted June 4, 2014 He smiled and twirled his staff, grabbing it slightly different just I'm case he needs to block anything. He doubted he'd try any more far ranged attacks, since he was already here. He tried to keep eye contact, but found his eyes wandering around the edges of the man, checking out the landscape one more time. Again, not the norm for a knight like him, but he'd make due. He'd kinda have too, unless he could convince this guy too let him go off the hook and continue his quest... though, when he found out his title, he had to rethink his plans. He was obviously surprised, his expression broke for a moment while he processed this, but then his happy smile came back. "Hmm, not everyday you meet a King..." He spoke up after the other had accused him of lying. Although he'd met more royalty then he could ever care for. "I give my grace, I'd bow but you might strike me... as for the lying thing, I don't seem to follow, Tirrel." He said gently. He found the glare a bit menacing, but he wasn't about to cringe at a look. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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