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Post by mysticalkas on Apr 17, 2015 15:53:51 GMT -5
*a hooded figure walks the Hullack, the longbow is knocked and held in a fashion of ready to fire quickly. his steps are measured and sure, graceful in spite of the terrain surrounding him. his face is partially shaded by the hood, but the elven features are easily seen. he would stop on occasion, looking around at the woods and the creatures he comes in contact with. many times he is seen removing something from a pouch only to bend down and move portions of the soil to deposit the small object. upon standing, after each time he does this, a soft murmur is heard in the elven tongue, it is noticed that his hand is placed over his heart and his head in slightly inclined. he then continues on repeating the same motions over and over again. the only exception to this is the sight of a black panther seen plotting along, but at a fair distance from him. while a small dragon flies in the treetops above, landing every so often on the panthers back before taking off again. he pays little mind to what is happening around him as he continues on, though a slight tilting of his head as he stops looking straight ahead, seeming to enter a trance. he would then shake his head some, then continue on frowning slightly.*
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Post by mysticalkas on Apr 19, 2015 18:13:46 GMT -5
*he continues his walk around the forest, planting every so often a seed, he stands un-moving at times listening to the surroundings. tilting his head slightly at times and staring off at any movements he or his two companions notice. he makes his way calmly, surefooted on the forest floor.
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Post by mysticalkas on Jun 13, 2015 13:59:36 GMT -5
*for any that venture into the Hullack, on occasion a figure is seen. cloaked and hooded with bow in hand. he walks along fading from sight as he passes behind trees, only to be spotted again some distance away. the trees leaves would rustle some, as a small dragon would fly from one tree to another, while a black panther walks under it. the path they fallow mirrors that of the cloaked figure.
*on occasion the figure would stop and look around while the creatures move closer. as he turns his head slowly, taking in his surroundings he would let his eyes linger on the creatures following him. pointing and looking at the panther it would dart off in that direction, the dragon would do the same to the unspoken words. the figure would then continue on his way.*
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 7, 2015 8:43:38 GMT -5
*the hooded figure once more walk out from behind the trees and fallen buildings across the Hullack forest. Bow in hand, he makes his way calmly and unhurried. he stops every so often gathering some herbs or berries during his walk. he leaves the path on occasion heading deeper into some parts of the forest. he would settle in between the Flagon and crossroads. there he would watch, wait, and listen at travelers pass by.*
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Post by sandcastles on Sept 7, 2015 12:00:33 GMT -5
Melodic humming approaches from the south, and heralded by the soft sound is Ess'Aoine, slender figure framed by long hair and illusory prismatic butterflies that float after her in a whimsical fashion. Her song matches her demeanor, a lighthearted elven tune, despite the dangerous of the forest. Not the most perceptive, or perhaps simply lost in her own little daydream, her path takes to turn towards the flagon, the sway in her long legged step bespeaking of a drive to reach her destination.
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 7, 2015 15:40:50 GMT -5
*he casually watches her as she makes her way, hidden by the shadows of trees and rock face, he remains quiet so as not to disturb her thoughts the slightest hit of a smile plays at his lips, then he considers to speak with her, though he leaves off on the thought resuming to watch her as she flutters past (depends on spot if she would see him or if she is lost in her thoughts). He does not move nor make a sound, he is unconcerned for he knows the path ahead was clear but a few hours before. He looks in the direction of the Flagon and debates heading there when he is finished watching*
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Post by sandcastles on Sept 7, 2015 16:21:08 GMT -5
Her light step carries her beyond, seemingly not seeking to find the quiet and hidden things as she journeys on. Notably though, even as she passes out of view, a single butterfly lingers at the crossroad, fluttering in a slow circle up and around the way sign, before poofing out in a display of sparkling rainbow lights.
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 8, 2015 7:37:19 GMT -5
*his gaze lingers on the butterfly until it "poofs" out, he then resumes watching the road for travelers. he takes notice of the small creatures that scamper past him doing their daily routine. he is content and pleased being in the presence of the natural world. every so often, he look around him for signs of any who would venture into the Hullack*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 7:04:31 GMT -5
*Walking to the crossroads, Daphne pulls back her hood a moment, sighing and running her fingers through her short hair. She sets her bow against the directional sign and pulls her water flask from her bag, taking a rather large drink of water and washing the blood from her fingers soon after with a cringe... It is clear her hands have seen some combat this day.*
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 23, 2015 10:50:17 GMT -5
*he would see her condition and approach with ease, speaking* *e* Are you well cousin? *allowing himself to be seen* *e* Do you require aid?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 20:24:11 GMT -5
*she looks to him, almost in a moment of shock. She grin lightly, her olive eyes shining* I am brother. Just seemed the bandits got their better of me when I was not prepared. *She show him her finger to where her bow string has torn at the skin* I think it is time I restring this...
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 24, 2015 21:50:15 GMT -5
*he would nod slowly, removing a small sack of salve from a pouch, applying it gently and wrapping her hands loosely in cloth. he would than take her bow looking it over, he would then inspect the string that she had on there seeming to consider a moment before pulling from another pouch a fine looking bowstring, attaching it to one end of the bow then placing that on his foot with the string held taunt in his hand, he would then use his other knee to bend the bow attaching the other string* *e* I shall tend to your wounds Sister, and see to your bow as well. *when finished he dips his head to her* Seek the healers upon your return, then find rest until you are well..
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 4:23:11 GMT -5
*She looks him over a moment and grins as he tends to her wounds* **e** Where is it you are headed brother? You seem armed or do you simply watch the roads and forest this day?
*as he releases her hand, she looks to him working on her bow a moment* **e** I only came to go back home though it seemed as if those Sembian bandits wished to fight with me upon the roads... Seems they are keeping a watchful eye on the movements of travellers again.
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 25, 2015 10:49:07 GMT -5
*nods slowly while speaking* *e* I watch for now Sister.
*returning her bow, he turns to take his place by the tree again. blending into the surroundings once more*
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Post by mandene on Nov 23, 2015 16:05:59 GMT -5
While cooking freshly cought fish, the red-haired elfess kneels near the stream sticking her finger in the cold water. Watching the distorted crease in front and behind her finger she intonates:
"One-Eyed god,
You who are the Lord of Continuum
You who teach the young
You who guard and write the records.
Time flows eternal but Choice takes none.
It's nought but the space between now and the future.
Goddess of the Moment
You who stand on the edge
You who know what is and what is not.
You who guard balance and help to determine fate..."
At that point the elfess pulls her hand away from the stream and quietly mumbles.
"... I give in, in full. The Change has already happened. Undoing it costs more."
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Post by mysticalkas on Feb 28, 2017 20:39:50 GMT -5
*a lone figure walks with ease, graceful and sure in his steps. his bow in hand, and another draped across his back at an angle, two rapiers adorn his waist, while a dagger is securely fastened to his right calf, and short swords snugly fitted to each thigh. he watches carefully the forest around him, noting the birds' songs and animals scampering about. he steadily walks along, hidden from many eyes. Stopping by a steam to refill his canteen, and refresh his parched throat he sits upon a rock, resting his bow upon his leg.
He removes a missive from his tunic reading one more their words. he rests the letter upon his lap turning his attention to the stream, watching and listening as the water tumbles of and around the rocks in its bed. for a time he remains, taking solace in the forest. he folds neatly the parchment, tucking it away safely. looking behind him, soft steps approach. he reaches out a hand as the figure closes in, pressing her head to his hand before leaning down to drink from the stream. he frowns slightly at the creature, swollen of belly. patiently waiting to see her mood.
She has set the pace for their return. stubborn in her demand to stay by his side. he watches a dragon flutter from tree to tree, lighting finally next to them with berries horded in her small claws. eating but a few, handing the rest to him for later. he tucks them away in his pack. he waits there looking around the area, making note of all he can. at the low growl he looks back to the panther, she stretches, then paws the ground.
tilting his head slightly he looks to the dragon, it hisses softly before taking flight. flying to the tree tops it continues on for a while, threading it's way throughout the forest. returning only when its task completed, lightly taking roost upon his shoulder. he turns to the panther motioning the direction. The dragon takes flight once more, followed by the elf and panther. they come upon a stone cliff with bushes where a crevice has been withered away. they settle into it, taking shelter for the night. huddled together they keep warm, taking comfort in one another*
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Post by mysticalkas on Mar 2, 2017 23:12:58 GMT -5
*days pass uneventful, the notch found provided good cover from the weather. gathering what little possessions he carried the small group sets out again. The swollen panther setting the slow pace, stopping here and there to rest or eat and drink. they move slowly through the Hullack's winding pathways. he settles along a stream, taking shelter once more. he looks around the area, sending the dragon further on to see how this patch of woods fairs.
While the dragon takes flight to scout the area, he sets up a make-shift lean-to, held by the trees. he remembers this place, the Flagon close by. he will sit here a few days more, birthing close at hand. he regards the panther, watching her swat at fish in the stream, willing her success. it has been difficult on her. her over-sized belly causes her hardship, simple tasks are more difficult to perform, and the distance she used to travel has been reduced from a run to a crawl.
leaving her behind, releasing her then would have been easier. the images she showed him was not that of the High Forest though. the images were of the Woods of Mist. unsure of the reasons, he bows to her wishes, concerned for her safety and the cubs she carries. he smiles slightly looking to his leg where the shallow scratch was made by her claw. her way of letting him know the argument is finished and he will do as told. he reaches out a hand, gently touching the site of this scratch.
calmly he stands there watching her fish, she growls frustrated yet he does not make a move. he thinks of how proud he is over her, how brave she is, and how wonderful she always will be. his thoughts of encounters they have shared become pictures in his mind. her growl ceases as she turns her head to him. they stand a moment watching each other before she returns to her task. his slight smile remains as the dragon returns.
fluttering onto his shoulder the bored sensation from the dragon tells him what he wants to know. nothing has changed, nothing of interest to the dragon was found. he walks to the trail leading further on, checking the path for use of travel. he looks to each direction, walking along, searching for signs of passage. satisfied, he returns to the camp where the dragon has now joined in the fishing.
he watches the two in silence for a while. in but a few moments time the panther is successful, the fish pulled to shore in her mouth, and satisfaction portrayed by her emotions. her pride restored in the task that she, always the hunter, superior in her skills has provided food for her and the unborn cubs. he looks to the dragon who plays a bit more before taking a small fish for himself, settling next to the panther to enjoy the meal together, the curl close to one another to rest.
he settles into the shelter, removing the note once more before folding it and placing back into his tunic. looking out to the forest remembering easily the path he will take, the villages he will pass, and the duty he has pledged. checking his bag, the furs are there to provide warmth while he offers his aid, should they wish it.
gracefully unfolding himself he heads out to gather food for himself, lightly walking by the sleeping pair as they raise their heads, the drop them again to return to their slumber. he looks down to the fish they ate, little remains of the meal. he frowns slightly as he looks to the dragon, who raises it head offering a smug emotion, and a simple hiss. he will share words with her another time, stressing the importance of a successful hunt. there, seen on the tail fin a small chunk was missing from the fin itself, a bite he knows made by the dragon, from upstream the dragon returned.*
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Post by mysticalkas on Mar 11, 2017 22:08:24 GMT -5
*he wanders along the forests paths, the dragon scouting ahead most of the time. the panther walks slower now, more rest is needed as she comes to term. the elf watches calmly her struggles, while the dragons agitation is felt by both. he reassures the dragon as well as the panther as they make their way to more populated lands. passing the city of Arabel he continues on, stopping more often than he liked, but patient and understanding of the needs of his companion. unfolding the note once more he scrawls a quick reply attaching it to the dragon to deliver. nestled in a crevice surrounded by brush he waits for the dragons return.*
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