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Post by »Míríel« on Jul 14, 2009 22:03:11 GMT -4
The creaking of saddle leather and the steady clomping of hooves again dry dirt filled the silence that ruled this land. Miriel's aqua eyes grew sad as they scanned her surroundings. Dead..everything was dead. The silence that ruled was eerie, for once this place had been full of life. Birds, and other living being used to take up the empty air space and fill it with their scurrying around.
"Once this was a place where everyone would love to visit, or so I have heard." She patted the large neck of her horse Calanon. The two of them were close, he had carried her many miles, to and from here and there through the thick and the thin. It was almost like he could understand her every thought and emotion. A small nicker came from his mouth as he tossed his head loftily. To him this was just a place where there was nothing good to eat, no soft ground and dreadfully hot, especially because of his dark coat. No matter what his companion could saw didn't change that he was hot here.
"It's almost as if we have traveled into a land of the dead, where the earth echoes of the life it once lived and longs to live again." She shook her head gravely and pushed these thoughts aside as a smile came to her lips. There were some tress nearby and it would at least provide some shade from the sun. dismounting from the back of Calanon she lead him to the trees and allowed him a rest. "What do you think? We are going to be passing by Firefly ruins.. should we stop there?" Her voice had some longing yet had some grief. She hadn't gone back there ever since her father's death. The horses warm eyes just stared at her with a seriousness that caused her to change the subject.
" I wonder if anybody ever comes here any more." She sighed as she plopped down resting her back against the tree. Her eyes closed slightly as the smile remained on her face. Perhaps someone would just happen to be traveling through, but who knows....
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 16, 2009 11:42:23 GMT -4
((I'll make another account for her later  )) Beryl stalked around the desert wastelands, searching for a morsel to eat. This land was deader than ever. There used to be at least a few rodents here and there, even though they barely kept her stomach from rumbling every two seconds. She sniffed the air, grimacing as dust particles flew up her nose. An unfamiliar scent was near; it smelled almost like horse. Mmm.. Horse... It had been a long time since she had ever had the chance to eat something so filling. She snuck forward, getting a visual on her target. It was big, and muscular. A perfect meal. She failed, however, to notice the elven rider on the back of her prey. She was too focused on its long, appealing legs. She reared back, getting ready to launch. Her stomach was driving her crazy, not to mention the heat. Without thinking another second, she launched forward, teeth gnashing. |
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Post by »Míríel« on Jul 16, 2009 14:38:23 GMT -4
The sound of pawsteps seemed to ring out in the silence, but they went undetected to the Elven maiden, but not for long. First they had seemed as only in her imagination, but then as they came closer and Calanon gave a frightened snort she opened on of her eyes. The sight of a wolf leaping at her beloved partner and companion with it's fangs bared seemed to start in slow motion. Before she could think she leap to her feet with her her sword drawn. " Go" Her voice came out strong and urgent, Calanon didn't need a second warning, but the wolf was coming to fast. Seeing that Calanon did not have time her sword dropped and she leaped at the wolf, hoping to tackle it and let her weight bring the wolf down before it could tough her companion. (let the fight begin!!!  ) |
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 17, 2009 13:38:59 GMT -4
((Woot! ^^))
Beryl stepped back and snarled as the horse went galloping off. "Thanks alot, scaring off my prey!" She growled irritably at the elf girl. She began to stalk around in circles, watching her intently. "I'm just trying to fill my stomach for once. What's so special about that horse that you had to scare it off like that?" People and their strange traditions. How did they even stand on those two twig-like legs? She bared her sharp teeth, still not letting her guard down. "I'm going to need a replacement, if I plan on surviving today." Slowly she stalked toward the elf.
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Post by »Míríel« on Jul 17, 2009 15:45:18 GMT -4
"It speaks!" The thought raced through her head as she looked at the wolf, "That definitely wasn't my imagination" The shock quickly subsided and Miriel regained her normal composure. "That, 'prey', happens to be a companion and my way of traveling wolf. In order to get him you must go through me first." Her eyes grew cold, she meant buisness. There was no joking with this creature before her, it seemed as though it seemed to have the same stubbornness. There was going to be a fight, Miriel could feel it in the air. Tension, that was it, and this time a fight seemed unavoidable. Seeing the Wolf stalk toward her, she stooped down to pick up her sword. The familiar weight of it brought a gleam to her eye. But then a thought struck her. "How am I going to use this on a wolf?" No doubt the wolf was strong and could quickly dodge, but this seemed to deadly. Miriel didn't want to kill the beast, just scare it off. Sheathing the sword she reached down by her shoe and pulled out a knife. A grim smile came to her lips. This should suffice.
There she stood waiting for the wolf to strike, she would not be the one to fall the first blow. It would be the wolf to start it, not her. "You might do well to look somewhere else for your meal. You will soon find out that I am not the easiest of prey to catch."
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 17, 2009 20:47:06 GMT -4
Beryl narrowed her eyes, still intently watching. "I'm suprised. Most people accuse themselves of hallucinating from the heat when they first hear my voice." She sniffed. "It's quite pathetic that you can't travel without depending on an animal. Nonetheless, fight well with your own hands..." Her eyes flickered over to the knife. Growling, she retorted, "Easy prey isn't heard of in these parts. If there were easy prey, I'd be fat and lazy, no doubt. No, I fight for everything I catch." Underestimating her, how typical. Even if this elf girl was smart enough to talk back to her, she could still tell she was being belittled. What was so better about these two-legged creatures anyway? She was so pale, and hardly had any fur. Plus, all of that heavy clothing. Who needs it? Certainly not her. Everything she needed was with her at all times.
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Post by »Míríel« on Jul 18, 2009 8:44:45 GMT -4
Miriel's slender fingers reached up and brushed some hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her blue eyes watched the wolf before her, waiting for a signal of attack, but none came, or not yet. All that came were replies to her questions and Miriel listened closely. "If prey is so hard to find and if living is so challenging, why are you still living in this place. There are many other countries in this world that have so much prey you wouldn't know which one to go to first."
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 18, 2009 8:57:46 GMT -4
Beryl began to circle the elf girl. "Because. I have lived here my whole life, and this is the only territory I know. If you had lived somewhere your entire life, you know everything and everyone that's there, how easy would it be for you to just pick up and leave?" She shook her head, snorting. "But what is small talk? A useless invention of your kind in which I'm engaging now. I never did like to stall." Racing forward, she jumped at the elf girl with her teeth out, aiming toward her arm.
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Post by »Míríel« on Jul 18, 2009 17:39:21 GMT -4
" You are mistaken, it can be quite easy. " Miriel's eyes clouded slightly at the memory of firefly Ruins. The beauty of the place had been in the light that had clothed it in beauty and innocence. Such happiness had filled her heart when she had lived there, but now....now the place was just filled with memories. " I know this because I have." Memories filled her mind as the sky above her churned with storm clouds, reflecting her thoughts.. ' You do what you have to to survive." The words were quiet and soft with feeling. Would she have died if she had stayed? Yes, she would have. She would have suffocated in grief, just like her mother had. Being lost in though was the last thing she should have been doing. For now as her eyes cleared, as did her thoughts, she saw the form of the wolf pushing off the ground and flying straight at her. Now not even the speed of an elf could save her, though it did well to lessen the blow. Miriel managed to twist out of the way but only partly. Lightning pierced the sky as pain seared through her upper arm. Though a cry did not come from her lips a rolling sound of thunder filled the sky, screaming out the pain for her. Her first reaction was to send her dagger deep into the wolf's back legs, which she thrust out with all her might. Whether she made contact or not, Miriel didn't know. All she knew was that the pain in her arm was blinding and the blood was flowing freely. (poor Miriel ) |
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 19, 2009 10:06:02 GMT -4
Beryl cowered and whimpered quietly at the lightning; she was a wolf, after all. She felt a sharp pain like that of a stab hit her back legs, and she stumbled backward and roared. She could smell her own blood, but she didn't care. "I'll make sure you....pay for that.." she huffed, out of breath. She raced forward and slashed out with her front claws and snapped at her legs. Every movement hurt, but she refused to give up. Her life could depend on the next meal she ate. She could feel her energy beginning to diminish, but she had to fight until she couldn't fight anymore.
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Post by »Míríel« on Jul 19, 2009 13:12:00 GMT -4
Miriel noted that the wolf shrank back in fear to the fury of the lightning and the roar of the thunder. an Idea came to her. "This wolf has probably never experienced rain, never seen the fury of the skies, perhaps we can finish this fight without more blood being spilled."
But before she could act the wolf was leaping toward her once again, with fangs and claws out and ready to rip her to shreds. This time though, Miriel was prepared. Her senses were wide awake and alert because of the wound on her arm.
Leaping out of the way she watched as the wolf sailed past her. The smell of blood was in the air as Miriel stared at the wolf. "Certainly she can't stand this much longer with a wound like that on her leg." But Miriel wasn't about to underestimate the wolf. The storm above her let out another roll of thunder as she called out once again. " I don't want to hurt you. Find your prey elsewhere. " She doubted that this was going to go through the stubborn and desperate wolf. But she might as well try.
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 19, 2009 13:20:43 GMT -4
As Beryl flew past the elf, she stopped, her legs shaking. She was panting heavily, her tongue dangling from her mouth. "Come on.... Come on..." she urged, trying to make her back legs move forward. They refused to budge; the pain was too great. She could see that this was not a fight she was going to win. Everything was against her. The elf obviously had much skill in the element of weather. She did as well, but her strength was sapped. "...Very well. Be on your way." Collapsing on her side, she lay there, panting with her heart beating fiercely.
She closed her eyes and relaxed her tense muscles. It was not in her nature to let prey escape, but she had run out of options. She made a light, cool breeze blow through to try to calm her heart rate. "Perhaps it's time I left this place. There's nothing left for me here." It was frightening to hear herself say that, but she had to face reality. How would she ever survive out here with the land dying more and more every day?
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Post by »Míríel« on Jul 19, 2009 13:51:55 GMT -4
Miriel's eyes softened at the form of the wolf on the ground panting. She felt suddenly weak, perhaps from the loss of blood or perhaps from the strain of sudden attack, it was beyong her. Leaning down she placed the knife back in it's holding place in her boot. Her heart ached for the wolf. She knew what it was like to leave home and she knew the pain of knowing that you will probably never return.
A wince crossed her face as she inspected her arm that was now streaming with blood from the wound. her aqua eyes turned to the wolf as she ripped a strip of cloth to bind it with. "You will have to do so in order to survive. Perhaps.. Perhaps when times get better this place will have new life and you will return to never part again. But there is something left here. Memories."" Miriel moved her arm from one side of the horizon to another " This place is full of it. You can feel it in the air as you breath. Remember this place and it will remember you." Calling Calanon to her, who had been away watching the short fight, she wrapped the wound tightly and then tied it, one sting holding one end and her mouth holding the other. That mounting Calanon she turned to face the wolf. "You will like the other places..though they may never fill you heart like home, you will like them." Then with a nod of farewell she glanced at the makeshift bandage, that already was a red color an she called out with one last phrase. " may the stars shine on your path and lead you to a better life!" With that she nudged Calanon and went off into a canter, leaving a cloud of dust behind her.
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 19, 2009 20:38:12 GMT -4
Beryl huffed. "Memories.. Is that really all that's left..?" She winced as her leg started to burn. Watching them leave, she was still salivating over the horse. "Quite a quick goodbye, that was..." Staggering to a stand, she looked around and breathed in the desert-like air. Absolutely no life. Sniffing, she turned around and faced the horizon. "Now, where to start..." Tilting her head to the side, she sniffed the air. She could feel on her senses a faint trace of water. "I'd prefer not to have to cross any rivers..."
Simply going from that observation, she began her long trek through the sand and dead grass in the other direction.
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