Lonely Forest (elf/spirit/human RP) *R.I.P.*

[She~Wolf]

((Can I join?))
Race:Elf
Type: Forest Elf
Gender:Female
Name:Real Name is Blood Moon but sh goes by Moon
Age:17
Appearance:
Are you evil? No!
Can you fight? Heak yeah! sword and bow n arrow are my main wepons but I will resolve to fist fighting.
Crush:None open
Other: Travels with Frost and her pet wolf Shadow

Race:Ice Spirit
Gender:Female
Name:Frost
Age:17
Appearance:
Are you evil? No!
Can you fight? heck yeah!
Crush:None open
Other: Travels with

[Shiko Hayashi]

Wolf felt everything. No not felt, sensed. She sensed the bodies in the room she was held in, but what she strongly sensed was warmth. If only she could make her breathing heard. She tried to inhale and the only sound was the barest of whispers from her mouth. That would do. She knew that they were sharp. She sank back into her childhood memories, trying, struggling, to pull the image up of her long lost friend.

She walked through the woods, her elfen clothes on and the moon full. She looked around, her gaze flashing in the moonlight. "Sicarius!" She whispered quietly. "Sicarius!" She cried again. No response. She looked around and she spotted a smeared blood mark on a tree. She went closer to look and her heart skipped several beats. It wasn't a smear, but the numeral for fourteen. She sighed and a choked sob rose in her throat. he had been her only friend. She recalled dimly the promise he made before their last mission together. "No matter what happens, We will always be friends and I will always be watching over you. I am the Storms eye and the Wind's breath. Upon the clouds I wake. remember this." he had whispered. She had turned the words over and over in her head, but they made no sense. Soon, they found her kneeling in the dirt, clutching her torso, tearless sobs choking her. "Come on. Time to go back. Our lord has another mission." Someone's gruff voice said. They gently lifted her up and she walked away with, knowing faintly that they hadn't seen his smear of blood.

Sweat accumulated on her brow. "Sicarius....." She breathed the faintest of whispers. Then, Lero awoke with a jolt.

~

He stood on a hill, his knee on the ground and the knife in his hand. His eyes narrowed and searching the gorund below him, his eyes glowing and eerie wolf yellow. He jumped down and he ran through the forest, the wind lifting his feet, urging him to fly with it. The thunder boomed over head, roaring his name over and over. The rain lashed against him, making his skin clean and glisten. Whispers all around him, chanting his name over and over as the roman numeral on his left hand glowed a lightning yellow. "Sicarius..... Sicarius....."

[cazio]

Ezio stiffened at the sound of her breathing. He looked down and saw pian on her face and winced. He grasped her wrist and untied the scarf from it, his eyes frantically searching her face. he folded the scarf and held it close to the fire until it was warm to the touch. he waited a moment longer and walked back over to her, kneeling again. He placed the warm cloth on her forhead and listened as she spoke of someone named Sicarius and a sly grin appeared on his face. So she had a guy friend eh? He chuckled lightly at the thought of her already having a lover and sat back again, leaning agaist the sofa. Silently though pain choked his throat and he didn't know why, it was as if something was closed off to him. Then he heard the breathing and turned. Altair, now slumped against the doorframe, was asleep. He was moving though, his wrist blade flashing in an out and Ezio was alarmed to se the look of pain on his friends face. Even when an enemy guard had buried a dagger in Altair's arm he never gave any indication of pain.


"Don't leave me here to die!"Blood. Her grey eyes flashing, the Templar cross emblazoned on her armor. That face, he remembered holding her close on cold winter nights atop the city walls. He remembered her lips on his and the way her eyes glinted with envy as she saw him climb the seemingly smooth walls of the buildings in the city and he remembered . . . ."Demon! Traitor!" Her blood spilling from her throat, her face growing white.

[Shiko Hayashi]

Sicarius raced through the trees, tracking her by scent and scent alone. The fiery scent of a dragon filled his nose and he grimaced. She would have been making friends, no doubt. Anger flared through him and something else. Jealousy. He didn't love her, no, but he liked her like a sister. When he had heard her scream, it was as if the world at been falling into chaos though. Finally, he saw the dim light of a cabin with his wolf eyes. The wind eased it's blow slightly so that he could resume a quiet walk. he feinted around the cabin, searching for a way in. he saw through a window two men and then he saw her. His heart froze and he found himself staring at the pain etched on her face. He knew what she was thinking. Then he saw the numeral on her hand and he let a faint snarl escape his breath. The numeral on his hand was no longer glowing. She had changed. He had no idea if it was for the better or worst either. He felt a softness when he realized that she had chosen a wolfish appearance, like him. Then he jolted out of his daydreams and crouched in the shadows.

~

Wolf's breathe caught in her throat and suddenly, her eyes flew open. her knife sliced through the blankets and she leapt up, eyes wild, fear tracing her face along with pain. She stood, pointing her knife at Ezio and Altair. 'Where am I? Where's Lero?" She snarled. Then she reconized them and she stumbled to her knees, pain flashing through her. Then she saw Altair and she forced herself to control her pain. She saw the numeral faintly glowing on her hand and she covered it. She saw the band and realized that sweat slicked her body and her eyes glittered and her breath was hot.

~

Sicarius wanted to rush to her aid when he saw her fear, but he remained at a standstill, hidden, waiting for the other two assassin's reactions. Then he saw the band that had fallen from her forehead. They were her friends.

[softballsava]

Brie scowled as she had become the maid in her own house. Sghe walked to the kitchen heating some of her most herbal tea for the girl and brining it out to them. "Here." she said setting a glass in front of Ezio and standing behind the couch where the elf was covered, and soaking might she add one of her good hide blankets. She sighed as the world spun around her, and she was stuck in the middle unknowing what to do. She heard Altairs breathing but decided not to look at him instead she watched Ezio start to try to heal the girl. Brie knew exactly how to heal her, but decided not to offer her services. It wasn't her mission to save this girl it was Ezio's, and if he asked for her service, she would weigh her options and consider helping. She sat on the ground beside the house in front of the fire on one of her hide blankets waiting for what Ezio would say next.

((recap of this last page, i is very confused. .))

[cazio]

Ezio did not flinch when she woke suddenly, he'd heard her breathing stop just before she jumped awake. He saw the pain flash across her and saw her gaze rest on Altair and watched her try and control it. He nodded thanks to Brie and grabbed the glass of tea.
"Here." he spoke gently, reaching out and nudging her back to the ground. "Drink this. You've been cold and soaking wet, you're bound to get sick." He snatched the cloth from the ground and reheated it. "Stay still. Lero isn't far off, I'm sure." He looked at her shining body and could almost feel the heat radiating off of her. Her fever must have broken or else she would still be freezing. He held the cloth out to her.

Altair was focusing otherwise. His breathing deepened the instant he saw her hand glowing. In Eagle Vision, her hand was marked in red, and he put his guard up. Something wasn't right.He scanned the room with his Eagle Vision and froze. Aomething was outside, glowing a pinkish white, meaning they were most likely enemy. He stood as quietly as an owl's wings beat and slipped form the house. Th efigure was watching Ezio and the elf girl. He silded close, every sense tingling like static, his whole body preparing for a kill. He jumped forward, sliding his wrist blade out until it pressed on the skin of the spy.
"Keep quiet and give me a reason not to cut your throat." He hissed. He couldn't kill him until he proved himself worthy, for his light still glowed a pink white.

[softballsava]

((uhm. . yeah can't really respond to that. .))

[cazio]

((sorry buddy! I'll have Altair have and awkward "convo" after. Basically on the page before . . . . well idk what's going on with Jun and all them. but basically Ezio just brought Wolf inside and Altair was all "dang i guess i have to let you help her."/omg maria's dead cause I killed her. xD ))

[softballsava]

((ha ha. hmm. . well I have run out of ideas for Brie to 'evolve' unless Altair changes, (which won't happen) she's basically stuck and ice spirit. ha ha. Unless you can think of a plot twist for during that plot twist. .?))

[cazio]

(( Idk, I like her as an ice spirit actually. she does need to have some awesome plot though.))