;;Into the Woods;; {{18+ Atemluver and Ciel}}

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Atemluver's Character

 

 

 

 

 

Lazaro

 

24

 

Human

 

Lazaro was born in the major city of Fayden where both elves and humans could live in peace. Lazaro grew up only ever knowing the harmony between humans and elves, he knew nothing of the other cities of humans who would burn down the forests of the elves to make way for their own civilizations. Lazaro did not learn the true horrors of the world until he turned twenty, when one of his close elf friends told him that his home had been burned down by ignorant humans.

 

Feeling enraged by the crimes of his own race, he swore vengeance upon the ignorant humans who trample on the holy lands of the elves. He spent four years studying under one of the elder elves to learn the ways of the forest, and charms to help protect himself in times of need. When his training was complete on his twenty fourth birthday he set off on his long journey to set things right between both the elves and the humans.

 

Lazaro is a very opinionated and forceful human, but he is extremely careful to to trample over the laws and regions of both elves and humans. He would never do anything to harm either race, but he is not about to be pushed around by them either. Lazaro will always say what is on his mind, and he is very caring towards his friends. He hates the feeling of not being good enough, and will work hard to become a man respected by both elves and humans.

 

Lazaro has learned many powerful spells through the guidance of his elf teacher, but he has sworn never to use any spells of destruction unless the good of the Earth depended on it. His specialities lie within combat and power spells, he is a mediocre healer but hopes to improver. Since he is a human his powers are limited, and he stands no chance against ancient protectors, but can hold his own against regular elves and humans.

 

Lazaros weakness lies in his hatred towards his own race, and sometimes worries that his rage will grow out of control and he may do something unforgivable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ciel's Character

 

 

 

Caddell

 

Over 1,000 years of age

 

Forest Spirit/Druid

 

Caddell, also known as keeper of the forest, has never truly been seen by the eyes of a mere mortal. Most were scared, terrified. Though to the Gaelic, elvish empire, he was known as a prophet. Believed to be one with nature, the savior of the forest, the whispers in the trees, the creak in the willows on a stormy night. A healer of sorts, that held powers far beyond their own wisdom. Blood left in the wake of any hunter who dared enter the forest. A spirit meant to keep all intruders out, to make it so they could no longer destroy the forest territory that once belonged to the elvish empire.

 

Though despite the fact that no one has seen him, when nobody is around, he takes the form of a young teenager, and it's the only form that he can truly take. Just as he was able to give life to the forest, he was able to take life as well. Having a resentment against humans, mostly because of the fact that if one were to touch him, he'd be nearly powerless against them, he smites them before he could touch.

 

Though, the fact that he was a forest spirit...wasn't quite of his own choice. Being an "unclean" child in the elvish empire, a child who was part elvish, and part human, he was out-casted by the elvish congregation almost 900 years ago. He was always told that it wasn't his fault that he was this way, that it was his father's fault, for being a greedy, disgusting human... he hated the fact that every elf hated him because of his heritage, he hated the fact that his father was to blame.

 

The only way to redeem himself was fifty years after that event... he allowed a mage to set a curse on him, to redeem his honor and himself. His curse was that he would forever be the keeper of the forest, guarding it with his eternal life, though, he was weak to humans. The only thing that could end his life was a weapon made by man. He either had to kill the humans, or he would have to be killed by the humans.

 

Though, despite the fact that what he thinks he's doing is right, the elves don't think of him any better. They just think that he's a tool, a pawn in their game. They find him to be an easier way to get the humans to die instead of leaving the sanctity of their own home to bloody their paws.

 

 

Personality wise, Caddell is a rather lonely boy. He hadn't had much of an upbringing as a kid, and never really had friends due to the fact that he was a half-blooded elf.

As a defender of the forest, he feels like he is obligated to hate the human race. Despite the fact that he tries not to show pity to the humans... he still feels bad about killing them the way he does. He was supposed to be a healer and a guardian, not a murdered. Though he understands that there was no going back now for him.

Due to his loneliness, he actually does with for a friend. He hates the concept of not being loved and cherished by somebody. Why would nobody love him? Because he was an elf-human hybrid?

Was he so undesirable in this form? What made him so bad? It wasn't his fault that he was born this way...

Despite the fact that he resented humans... he tends to be really nice. Well, when he doesn't get scared and kill people out of fear. He has a great connection with animals and elves...somewhat. He'll heal anyone in the forest as long as they aren't hurting it. If it's a lumberjack or a hunter, he will kill them, even though there would be a bit of hesitation.

 

 

Ability wise, Caddell has the ability to heal others, blend into trees and the rest of the nature scenery of the forest, and he's rather agile.

 

His weaknesses are the fact that any man-made weapon could kill him, and he's easily taken advantage of due to his teenager mindset and his lack of companionship.

 

[Atemluver]

The day had finally arrived, the day that Lazaro had been working towards for four years. It was the day that he would make his way into the forest to find the humans who had trampled over the sacred land of the elves, and to make them realize their sins. His endless hours of studying and training will not be wasted, he will succeed at his mission even if it cost him his life.

 

Lazaro packed his bags and bid his mother, father, and friends farewell as he boarded the train headed to the outskirts of Fayden. The train ride was long, but Lazaro never minded the bustle of the passengers filing on and off the train as they approached the different stops. After a few hours the train finally hit the last destination, and Lazaro bid Fayden farewell as he made his way towards the lush forests of the elves.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

It was a rather peaceful day in the forest, quite frankly. The breeze was nice, and it made the leaves rustle each time it flowed elegantly through them. The sun was just the right amount, gracing the trees with the slightest yellow tint. The flowers were in bloom this season, little specks of pink, yellow, white, and purple petals danced almost in rhythm in the air. The animals were content, feasting upon the wealth of the land, of which humans have attempted to take for themselves.

Greedy, so greedy.

That's what the young man thought as he sat in the curve at the bottom the the tree, near it's roots. His back was pressed up against the bark of the tree, staring up at the branches with a sigh. Nobody had come to ruin this day so far...but that meant nothing, truly, there was a whole new day ahead of them.

Though...in a few moments of that thought...he sensed the presence of someone. He knew the familiar smell already... it was a human. It did not smell of the blood of animals, nor of the stench of a freshly cut tree... he smelt of herbs, and old parchment...and of...elves? That was the most confusing part of it all.

Although this human didn't seem to be a threat, the "young" man got to his feet and began to elegantly dance between the trees, trying to be agile and quick, so he could see what this man was doing.

[Atemluver]

As usual the forest looked as grand and vast as ever, miles and miles of calm and peaceful nature unveiled themselves to Lazaro. He slowly began making his way into the expansive forest, careful not harm any wildlife or plants along the way. As he followed the flow of a small creek, he watched as the multi-colored fish swam effortlessly beneath the calm current. Growing up in the city Lazaro never had too much interaction with such vast and pure nature such as this, but that didn't mean he was clueless about it. He knew the laws of the forest, take only what you absolutely need and leave the forest as you found it.

 

As he continued along the path of the creek he remembered the words of his teacher, warning him of the guardian of this forest who shows no mercy to ignorant humans. Although he was far from ignorant, he could not shake the feeling of worry that passed over him as he thought of the mighty guardian of the forest. He imagined a grand old elf armed with a scepter of the finest tree casting the ignorant humans out of the forest. Surely such and old and wise being could tell that his cause was pure, but as he heard the rustle of leaves he could not help but feel nervous.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

This man...what was he doing? What was he looking at? Why was he here? He was just staring at the fish...and it was making the young boy rather nervous. He had the mindset of a frightened nineteen year old, who had been trapped in this body for more than 900 years...He was nervous, and he didn't really know what to do. He felt rather conflicted and confused... what was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? This man wasn't doing anything harmful...so why did he care so much.

 

Quietly, he came out of the bush, standing up. He gazed at the man, trying to figure out if he was carrying weapons on his body... he didn't want to get hurt... or die... despite living so lonely, despite all of the times that he wished that he could succumb to darkness... he didn't want to go out by the hand of a human.

 

Caddell, despite being depicted as a harsh, unruly spirit, was just a lanky, pale being, trembling in front of a human. He wasn't wearing proper clothing, just a long brown shirt with long sleeves to keep him warm, that tied up at the top. There was a crown of flowers on his head...though, the flowers also had thorns inside of them.

 

Despite the innocent look, he also had some gravely features. His shirt was somewhat splattered with human blood. He had scratches, bruises, and gashes in his flesh from fights that he had with humans that were still healing...he couldn't heal wounds on himself that were caused by humans. And beneath dark, jet black bangs, he had dark, smoldering, red-brown eyes.

 

"H-Hello there, sir."

[Atemluver]

The sound of footsteps behind him, and a voice calling out to him made Lazaro turn around and face the being behind him. His eyes set on the boy...no...this is no boy, he could sense the amount of power emanating from him. Was he an elves apprentice as well? Surely he could not be the guardian, for he is much too small. Or so he thought, until his eyes laid upon the spirits clothes and the scent of human blood that filled the area around the spirit. He had to be the guardian, for no other being in this forest should have the scent of blood on them. Fully realizing who this boy is, he takes a gentle step back and swallows the lump in his throat. Whether he lives or dies all depends on these few crucial moments.

 

"My name is Lazaro, I come from the city of Fayden, apprentice of Master Alvredus. Guardian of the forest I bid you nor the forest harm. It is my quest to bring peace between the humans and the elves, and to do so I must pass through your sacred forest. Please let me pass so I can continue my journey."

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The young teen tilted his head the slightest bit at the older man, almost as if he were sad. So he wasn't going to stay awhile? That saddened him a bit. It was nice observing him... he was one of the only peaceful humans he's seen walk through these forests. He was rather cute, despite the fact that he obviously needed a new shirt, and was covered with blood. His slightly pointed ears twitched slightly before he sat down on the ground simply in front of the man, bringing his knees up to his chest, hugging them tightly to his body.

 

"I'll let you go through, as long as you don't have weapons..." He drew one arm away from his body and began to draw little things in the ground, trying to keep himself calm despite how much he was trembling and how much true fear there was in his eyes. He usually didn't kill people because he thoroughly hated them...he was just so scared. His feet were shaking the slightest bit, inching closer together as he gulped, a faint color tinting his cheeks.

[Atemluver]

Lazaro breathed a heavy sign of relief that the guardian of the forest decided to let him continue his journey, and that he could keep his head. He studied the deity in silence as the teen sat on the ground doodling heavens knows what on the dirt of the forest. Lazaro noticed the slight trembling of the teen and the faint flush of his cheeks before giving him a proper answer.

 

"The only weapons I posses are my spells, and my tools are all hand crafted by elves. Here take a look," he handed the deity his bag that was filled with some food rations, a sleeping bag, some flint, his spell books, and his tools. "See, there's nothing dangerous in there." He flashed the teen a bright smile and kneeled down next to him. "You look hurt. Let me help you. I'm still mediocre at healing spells but the ones I know should suffice."

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The deity quietly looked at the man, trembling the slightest bit when he mentioned the elves... the elves were cruel, yet he wanted to be accepted by them. Crawling over quietly, the short teenaged druid stared into the bag, almost wanting to touch the stuff, but refrained from doing so. His smoldering, musky eyes held curiosity in them, his hands still shaking the slightest bit.

 

He looked up at the man when he heard him mention magic... and healing... too bad he couldn't get the treatment offered. He wished he could, because these wounds hurt him horribly.

 

"I'm...um...sorry, sir. I can't receive treatments. These are made by humans, the wounds I mean. If I'm attacked with work crafted by man, I can't get my wounds properly treated."

 

Quietly, he sat down in front of the man, a bit closer this time. He pulled is shirt over his legs... not wanting the other to see his privates. Despite being 1,000 years old in all reality, he was still nervous like a child, still forever set in the mindset of a teenager.

 

"H-how long are you stay, sir?"

[Atemluver]

He frowned slightly when the teen told him that he could not be healed. The wounds looked painful, surely there was something he could do. Also those clothes, it seems like such a shame that such a powerful spirit has to wear such awful clothing.

 

"Well I will stay for as long as you permit me to. This is your sacred forest, I should not be the one who states how long I should stay in its presence." He looks down on the spirit yet again, even though he is most definitely thousands of years older than him, he is still surprisingly a teenager at heart. "Also even if I cannot heal your wounds surely I can bandage them so they wont hurt so badly, right? Please let me bandage them, so I can make up for the sins of my race." His voice pleading, it hurts him to see how humans can be so savage to such a gentle spirit as this.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The young male stared at the older man, his eyes a bit curious at first...he wasn't too trustworthy of the other touching his wounds... he didn't seem like a bad person, he just didn't want to take risks.

 

"You can stay as long as you want as long as you don't try to hurt me or the forest..."

 

He glanced up at the other, taking in his appearance. He was so pretty... that ginger hair was amazing. It reminded him of a pumpkin, or ginger...or cinnamon... He looked fascinated by the simple color of his hair... he himself had always wished to have beautiful hair like that.. but he was stuck with dreadfully dark, horrible hair that he personally believed was hideous.

 

Crawling into his lap in a rather childish manner, he hooked his legs around the other's waist, not really seeing the big deal in the matter as he gently played with the other's hair, before quietly saying, "Your hair is quite lovely, sir."

[Atemluver]

Slightly shocked by the fact that the deity climbed on his lap as abruptly as this, and the fact that he believes the young teen is not wearing underwear causes a very slight blush to creep across his face. He coughs slightly before responding to the teen currently playing with his ginger hair.

 

"Please don't call me sir, call me Lazaro. And I am glad that you find my hair interesting, it is a very rare shade to find on humans. But to be honest I like your hair much better." He reaches out to the teens hair and gently runs his fingers through it. "I've never seen such a pure black color before, also it is quite soft isn't it?" He flashes the teen a smile as he continues to run his fingers through his hair.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The deity really didn't have too much shame... he didn't really know all that much how humans wore underwear, or how he was supposed to not rub up against people, especially when not wearing underwear, because that was awkward to most people.

 

Pouting the slightest bit as the man ran fingers through his jet-black hair, he huffed, "My hair isn't all that great. Its black and ugly...I wish I head pretty, bright hair like you." He talked rather innocently... The flush on his cheeks turned a bit dark... he wasn't used to this type of interaction, and it was quiet obvious. He enjoyed the other petting his hair like that...

 

Despite this cuteness that he gave off, he wasn't like this all the time... when he was sizing up a threatening trespasser, he would be rather fierce and firm with his words. The only thing he wasn't firm with were his actions, of which were driven out of fear due to the fact that once someone revealed a weapon, he completely lost it.

[Atemluver]

A bit shocked that the spirit would call his beautiful hair ugly, he slightly cast his eyes down. "I don't think its ugly...the only ugly thing I see is that shirt that you are wearing. Here, I think my mom made me take a sweater with me, I'm sure it would fit you better than it would me...and you probably should have some form of...pants..." Lazaro avoided the spirits eyes as a blush crept across his face.

 

To keep his mind off of the spirits lack of underclothing, he rummaged through his bag before pulling out a baby blue sweater that his mom had made for him, along with a pair of shorts. "Here you can use these, its not too extravagant for a being like yourself, but it's better than a bloody shirt." Lazaro gently moved the teen off of his lap and stood up, before gently pulling off the blood soaked shirt. He hands the spirit the shorts and slips the sweater over his head.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The druid sighed softly and rubbed one of his eyes. Despite being just a spirit, he usually did take a nap around this time every day. Yawning softly, he then said, "That's your opinion...I've been called ugly by so many men...human men...they're disgusting..." He glanced up at the ginger before saying, "Not you particularly, just... the ones who try to violate me because I'm younger looking than they expected."

 

When he was lifted off of the other's lap, he whined softly, and whined against when the other pulled his shirt off, instantly covering his private areas, not enjoying the fact he was stark naked in front of the man. When he was given the shorts, he pulled them on, before quietly looking at the man ago, "That shirt...was originally white, y'know."

[Atemluver]

Anger wells up in him as he listens to the spirits words of how humans classified him as 'ugly' and how they tried to take advantage upon such a sacred being. He notices the spirits yawns, and can't help but think how he really is like a child.

 

After the spirit put his clothes on, he stared in disbelief over the fact that the spirits dirty, bloody shirt was originally white. "W-white? Man you sure like to get dirty." He laughs awkwardly not sure what exactly to say in this situation. After a moment of awkward silence he speaks again, "Hey you are sleepy aren't you? Do you want to take a nap?"

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

When he was pulling up his pants, it was visible that there were more wounds and gashes on the inside and outside of his thighs. Though, the young druid didn't really see this as such a big deal, as if it happened normally. Sure, it hurt, but he was used to it by now.

 

Glancing at the shirt, he huffed softly before murmuring, "Yep, I love getting dirty..." There was a sense of dryness in his voice, knowing exactly why his shirt was doing, and remembered every single stain on that shirt and what it was from. Staring up at the human again, he tilted his head softly and quietly asked, "Yeah, I'm tired, but if I sleep...how can I trust you not to kill me?"

[Atemluver]

Lazaro lets off a soft sigh when the spirit questions if he would murder him in his sleep. "Don't you think that if I wanted to hurt you I would have done it long before now. Plus why would I give my clothes if I intended on killing you?" He moves his hand to the teens face and rubs his cheek gently with his thumb. "Plus anyone who would hurt a cutie like you has to be a monster."

 

Lazaro goes in his bag yet again and pulls out his sleeping bag and sets it up under the shelter of a large tree. "Here," he pats the sleeping bag motioning for the teen to lay down in it, "it'll be comfy."

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The young teen looked into the other's eyes as he spoke, and slowly nodded in agreement to what he said, and embarrassed blush rising onto his cheeks in a rosy hue as the other stroked his cheek. Gulping nervously, he didn't quite know what to say, a bit flustered. No one ever touched him so gently before, like he was breakable... it felt nice.

 

As the other male pulled out the sleeping bag, the young teen scrambled after him and gazed at the cushy, soft looking material, his eyes looked rather intrigued by it. Gently, he placed a hand on it, pushing his hand down to feel it. When the other motion for him to lay on it, he nodded obediently, almost like a small puppy. And when he did lay down... it felt amazing, really... He let out a content sign as he looked up at the man, a nevous look on his face. Was the man going to lay down with him?

[Atemluver]

He chuckles slightly as the teen examines his sleeping bag like it is some great new piece of technology that had just been discovered. Lazaro watches as the teen lays down on the sleeping bag then looks up at him nervously. The teen really was quite cute, childish, but still he was quite adorable.

 

"What, do you want me to join you?" He questioned as he sat down besides the teen. He gently placed his arm around the spirits shoulder, pulling him closer to his chest. "It'll be okay, get some sleep okay? I'll be right here, you're safe." Lazaro speaks in a gentler tone than usual, sensing that the teen is a little frightened and nervous. He rubs small circles in the spirits back to calm him even further.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

The tiny spirit huffed softly as the other placed an arm around his shoulder, blushing horribly, putting the color of a rose to shame easily. Twiddling his fingers the slightest bit, he leaned a bit closer to the man, shivering the slightest bit... he was so close to something that could kill him so easily... Caddell's body was warmer than most humans, and a bit colder than most elves. Given he was a mixture, he was an in between temperature. His long ears twitched the slightest bit as he closed his eyes, trying to relax against the other's touch, breathing in rather heavily. He was still shaking, still alert of the world around him, still frightened...

[Atemluver]

Noticing the spirits strange body temperature, he silently wonders if the teen is cold. After all most elves averaged a much higher body temperature than this spirit. ....Maybe hes sick? Lazaro shrugs off his jacket and places it over the teen trying to warm him up a little. He gently takes one of the teens hands in his and rubs soothing circles in his palm.

 

Seeing that the teen was still tense, and quite childish he decides that maybe a song might soothe him. Lazaro wasn't the best of singers, however he wasn't bad. He racks his brain for a good song to sing and finally one pops in his head. He breathes out slightly before singing,

 

"I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea

I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me

On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard

We'll search for tomorrow on every shore

And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on"

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The young spirit blinked a few times as the blanket was placed on him. Blushing softly, he snuggled into the warmth that the jacket held. Really, this man was so nice, despite the fact that he usually hated humans. Breathing in heavily, he snuggled closer to the man, slowly easing into his presence. Yawning softly, he kept his eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he began to doze lightly off into sleep, his ears flicking occasionally, enjoying the sound of the other's tone when he sang.

[Atemluver]

When he noticed that the small teen was relaxed and asleep, he stopped his singing. He pulled the teen even closer to him, admiring his adorable sleeping face. For an ancient being he really was blessed with good looks. While staring at the teens face an uncontrollable urge wells up in Lazaro, and he leans over slightly and gently places his lips on the teens forehead. "Sweet dreams," he whispered, as he too drifted off into a gentle slumber.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The tiny spirit nearly purred when the other brought him closer, enjoying the other's warmth, willingly moving a bit closer to him a few moments later... he enjoyed the feeling of the other's body against his... he never really had this type of experience in his life. Though, he never really had good dreams when he slept... they were usually twisted, dark figments of actual reality replying in his head over and over again, despite the fact that he was trying to deny it. Gripping the other's shirt in his fisted hands, he whimpered lightly in his sleep, nuzzling his head into the center of his chest.