Romano
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ah temptation.. my one true weakness.. how i wish to embrace you and let go ♥
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Post by Romano on Feb 28, 2011 23:32:57 GMT -5
As she were on the ground waiting for the killing blow the rain suddenly came down lighter and the heat was replaced by a nice cool breeze. She looked up at the highelf but her vision was still blurred by bright dots. As he moved to her side she thought to herself this is it. She winced when he touched her, but to her surprise she pulled him up from the muddy ground. He moved away before she realized that this elf had his chance to kill her, yet he helped her up. She seemed confused for a moment before trying to regain her composure. In drow society hesitating on a kill was a sure sign of weakness, and yet this elf had power. Her vision cleared in time to see the threatening glare from Taron.
She removed the heavy, wet and muddy cloak and hung it over a branch, her back to the elf, revealing her priestess garment. A purple spidersilk piece of clothing covered her boobs, straps leading up over her shoulder and around her neck hold it up. A skirt made of same fabric and in same color with a slit in each site reaching all the way up to her waist. A woven spiderweb belt decorated the dress. Her boots were black and semi-long with painted spiderwebs at the top. Her long braid was a mess, strands of hair standing out everywhere so she carefully pulled her hair loss to let it dry in the wind. Carved into her back was a another white spiderweb made of scars, a grotesque piece of art. She was taking her good time responding to the elf's request, not wanting to seem too defeated or humiliated.
She turned around to the drow, the look in her eyes showing that she was not yet ready to give up on her quest, but the body language telling that she wasn't willing to fight the elf either. "Look... Elfboy.. I will leave this place as soon as I find what I am looking for. I didn't come here just to play with the surfacers. Now you can either help me find this damn flower and all this will be over soon, or you can stand there being all macho and it's gonna take a hell lot longer"
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Post by Malus Grimm on Feb 28, 2011 23:51:52 GMT -5
Taron sighed, the glare fading from his weary face. The drow certainly was in no way polite, considering he could have killed her, and yet did not. Taron's oddly colored eyes followed her movement as she was silent. As Zarrundra removed her cloak, he couldn't help but stare at the spiderweb scars on her back. When she turned to face him, he looked away out of respect, before finally glancing upon her again. For a thorn in his side, she was beautiful, and even he couldn't help but admit it. He didn't generally go for the dark skins as some of his race called them... however his feelings against the drow were not mutual in regards to his own race. Taking neither side, Taron would offer a chance to any being, human, drow, dwarf, or whatever they may be before deciding they were an ugly creature.
'Well kill her already Taron! How do you know she won't stab you in the back as soon as you turn around! I'll die too you know!'
Taron ignored his brother and looked into Zarrundra's eyes as she spoke. "Elfboy? Really?" Taron sighed again. This woman was impossible. "Besides, didn't seem much like playing on your part... looked more...like you getting annihilated." Taron muttered impatiently. She seemed so... different.
'Kill her! Now!'
The struggle for power erupted within Taron's mind. His brother saw her for only what she appeared to be...a threat...a cocky, short, and annoying little threat. Taron on the other hand thought perhaps there was something more to her. The elf grimaced, although he tried to hide it. His soul began to swell with magic, and small bits of static electricity seemed to scatter in his eyes as he and his brother fought within.
After a few long moments, the fight ended. Solmyr was weaker for now. Taron looked at the ground before shuffling his feet slightly. "What flower?" He asked slowly, and hesitantly. Taron dearly hoped he would not regret his decision to help her.
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Romano
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ah temptation.. my one true weakness.. how i wish to embrace you and let go ♥
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Post by Romano on Mar 1, 2011 0:19:58 GMT -5
She crossed her arms and smirked at his comment about her pet name for him, she didn't miss the fact that he seemed to quickly turn his head as she turned around. She felt a lot better with her robe on, even though it was a greater threat exposing who and what she was, she was to vain to walk around in a robe covered in filthy mud. She would also much rather show her seductive body than hide around in the shadows, a trait she picked up after learning of Demzer. The smirk faded when she mentioned her humiliating defeat. Her thought went to the elf captured in her youth and she wanted to see this elf on floor with her knife in his gut. The thought sent shivers down her spine. But then again, she needed him and this elf wasn't just going to let himself get caught, he proved that before. she wiped the blood away from her ear in a manner that seemed far more dignified than the action would allow.
She was about to respond when the elf seemed to struggle, ready to guard of another attack she took a step back and grabbed her little ceremonial dagger. It finally stopped and she was surprised to see that the elf seemed embarrassed over his little display. She slowly placed the knife back in her belt, disregarding the incident as nothing but an aftereffect by her spell "Don't be so cocky elfboy you got lucky, that's all. I could hav.." She stopped in her sentence, not wanting to tell this elf anymore about what she could do. She found it better to leave some things unknown in case she needed to throw him off guard. "Nevermind, that's not important. I am looking for a flower that has red leaves and are golden at the edge. It has a dark green stem and it should grow in this forest" She disregard the stupid notion in her head that a Drow went to the surface to pick flowers. She had to remind herself that it would bring great Chaos and destruction with it. The flower, besides being a component for the book, didn't have any other known function to her.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Mar 1, 2011 9:26:34 GMT -5
Taron thought for a moment of the flower she spoke of. He could vaguely think of the location where many grew in past seasons. After a moment, he returned his eyes upon the drow. "I will help you, but you must walk either beside me, or in front of me. I don't trust you drow. You've already proven to be nothing more than a slimy snake." He growled, his voice filled with some agitation. Taron didn't believe that was all she was, however he wanted her thinking that.
'You're a fool Taron. She doesn't care about anything, she's a monster.'
Taron made a mental note of the similarities between his brother and this woman as he stood waiting for her to move beside or in front of him.
'It's more fun when you talk to me out-loud instead of in your head. Maybe she'll try to kill you again,'
Taron released that last light sprinkle that was still showering upon them before looking for a moment into the sky. Evening had come so quickly, and he still hadn't finished his meditation. If only the arrogant, little problem hadn't walked into his clearing. Taron sighed some what impatiently. "You'd better not ever come back after you get your flower." He said to her with irritation.
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Romano
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ah temptation.. my one true weakness.. how i wish to embrace you and let go ♥
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Post by Romano on Mar 2, 2011 19:13:45 GMT -5
Zarrundra turned her back to the elf again, blocking the view to her robe while she placed her fingers around the old tome with the faded red runes in front. The dark chaotic powers of the book had the same effect on her as it did the first day she found it. It called to her wordlessly, hypnotizing and seducing. She caressed it shortly, her palm gliding over the front of the book and even though it was as cold and dead as any book she still imagined feeling a pulse coming from within. She ripped a piece of the lining off and wrapped it around the book, tying a know to make a small bag. When she was certain that it had been fully covered she turned around, giving Taron a suspecting glance.
She casually moved to Taron's left side, her feet creating a squelching sound from the mud. Her left hand holding the small makeshift bag. She was content that the elf had finally given in to her demand, and even gained some wisdom on the way. She probably wouldn't have killed him even if she was behind him, but she couldn't be sure of that. After all, an elf with his back to her is welcoming her blade's bitter lust for flesh. "Probably not a bad idea elfboy. I am not sure I would be able to resist if you walked around with your back to me, and then where would I find my guide? And whatever would I come back for? The charming locals?" She said to him with a thick layer of sarcasm embedded in her voice.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Mar 2, 2011 22:01:41 GMT -5
Taron sighed as she spoke. She really never shut up, he thought to himself wearily. The drow had been quite mouthy. It was at this point he began debating leading her around uselessly. Although, then he'd have to deal with her talking. Of course he could always drown her out with thunder, and rain...which she definitely did not like.
'Now that's the way to be thinking Taron!'
Taron sighed again. 'If only you and her could share a head...she'd love you.' He thought angrily to his brother. Taron guided the drow through the trees, and they arrived near a path. However, they didn't stay near the path for very long before continuing across it, and further away. After a while, the trees seemed to thicken quite a bit. The growth on the ground seemed to be darker, and the smell of fresh greens was thick in the air. The temperature was cooler, and night had finally settled. The sound of crickets, and the occasional rustling of leaves and brush could be heard.
"Why are you like that? So angry? And vile?" He asked somewhat curiously. Although, he doubted she'd give a reasonable answer, and Taron figured she'd throw in a few insults as she explanation.
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