Lonely Forest II - (elf/spirit/human RP)

[Rayen]

((AND I've got a genius idea So, Elanor could accidentally pull Brie, Alura, Ragne and Leonardo into her shura mind and into the Lake of Memories... That'd be some sort of passage to the Lands of Dead, where Kateryne would wait for them. The reason why she wants to get Elanor is TBRPD XD))

[webkinzfan12]

((Arya you are AWESOME! *hugs*))

[Rayen]

(( heh thanks! XD *hugs back* I can't post anything right now, but I promise that after school I will ))

[Rayen]

((So here it goes... And please, try to reply to this one! I put loads of effort into it >.<))

Shyr was still feeling angry. Closing his eyes and his mind to Elanor. He didn't want to hear her complain about her boyfriend hanging around with a vampiress, or about any other of her silly problems. He wanted to break free. For once in his life, he was sick of being the support that no one supports. So he would simply run away and turn himself into a loner wolf, as his wild cousins were. And over time he'd live on hunt and rain's water, and forget the language of thought and speech. To be wild, yet free, seemed the most desirable thing he could think of.

Shyr stood up, every hair on his pelt shining double with the afternoon's sunlight. The sky was tormented in the Northwest, damp and dark clouds spinning like they would easily turn day into night. In counterpart, the shining golden light of the day irradiated from the Southeast, making every raindrop that covered the plants or stones glitter like small diamonds lost in the grass. It was a majestic landscape, and you could almost expect to see golden angels gloriously walking down the sun rays and land on Earth. Even Shyr's pelt hurt the sight, for it was so white and clean. He bowed his head softly, and without a word walked away from Brie's estate and into the cloud-covered woodland. The regular steps soon became a swift trot until he reached the first snapped twigs that marked the entrance of the forest. He ran away from everything; even from himself. Especially from himself, deaf to Elanor's pleading.
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Elanor was drowning. She felt the waters of memory blur her sight. But she didn't want that death... She thought she could hear voices in the water, voices whispering and murmuring to her in a mellifluous tone, voices dragging her on to the abyss.
...you couldn't even do anything to help your friends...
... you only made them risk their lives for you...
...reckless as a child, but what did you think you were doing...
...you're not a hero, you can't even save yourself...

''SHUT UP!'' Elanor screamed, her eyes filled with tears that blended with the watery memory. But her voice was muted. Not even bubbles rose from her mouth, and she understood finally what those waters were. They were Death reaching out for her. She could feel the voices surround her, soundless cries with no face engulfing her in fear. And she silently cried out for help, like a mental blast, using her very last strength to reach the minds of the ones near her.

''Ragne... Brie... Alura... SHYR!'' she sobbed, and fell in the darkness. The mental bonds clinging to her beloved ones' minds were chopped off, and she was silent and cold. But not dead. She could hear another voice. Perhaps it is Death after all, she thought, and a white silhouette appeared, almost glowing on the darkness. It was faint like a ghost, yet it irradiated power.
''No, you're not dead.'' the silhouette spoke aloud in a feminine voice. It was sharp and melodic at the same time, and made Elanor think of ice shards tainted with blood so red as the figure's eyes. ''Death is more painful than this. I suffered it and I still do, for I was changed onto a spirit. For years I wandered with no path beneath my feet, until I figured out what was my mission.''

At this time, the woman was close enough so Elanor could distinguish her face's shape. She was slender, not much smaller than Elanor. Her hair was pure white, as well as her skin and dress. Elanor tried to step away, when she figured out she couldn't move.
''I desired the blood of the man who ordered my death. I sought him, only to find him dead and with Bane in its place. So I came for his daughter.'' The spirit grinned, baring her blood-thirsty teeth. Elanor's heart skipped a beat when she realized what she meant to say.
''Wait!'' she cried, and at the same time her body returned to her control. She couldn't escape the darkness, but at least she could step away from that creature. ''Wait! My father is no killer! He never ordered anyone's death!''

The spirit disappeared, and a millisecond later it was face to face with Elanor. She tried to step away, but the woman's pale and cold fingers grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at her in the eye. ''Yes'', the soul hissed. ''I see it in your eyes. His eyes were as green and poisonous as they urged a man I had rejected to kill me. Turning my old passions into my death and into this condemned existence in the Lands of the Dead.''
Elanor looked around. ''So this is the Lands of Dead?'' she had to ask. The spirit laughed coldly. ''No'' she replied. ''Only the limbo. But soon you will see the trees of smoke and fields of ash where the souls of the fallen still linger.''
Then, the woman pulled her, and something seemed to flash around her before she blackouted again. But, in the last second of conscience, Elanor saw the ones she had thought of when she was drowning being pulled to the Underworld as well.

Ragne, Brie, Alura, Shyr.

[cazio]

((wait, isn't Leo being pulled in too? >.< ))

[Rayen]

((Yeah, he was... Elanor pulled him in without realizing it... Next post I'll explain XD ))

[webkinzfan12]

Alura saw Elanor’s body fall. She screamed, and was quickly at her side. "Elanor? ELANOR! Can you hear me?!" She shouted both mentally and out loud. She didn't feel a pulse at all, and she feared the worst. She silently prayed as she gently shook Elanor's unconscious body. "Brie! Ragne! Help!" She pleaded. She clenched her fists. Once again, she could do nothing. She filled with hurt when no response came from her friend...her only friend. As her eyes filled, she could feel the earth shifting. Large clumps of earth where flung around outside. She then noticed what she was doing. Her mixed emotions were controlling her earth bending. She tried to stop, tried to calm down, but couldn't. "Stop...please stops." She murmured. She clamped her eyes shut. She thought she heard a voice over the bond...

Then, she was plunged into darkness. She opened her eyes, but shut them again. She was cold, and felt alone. What happened? Did she just...die? "No..." She said, but was muted. Her eyes opened, and she looked around. Where am I? She thought. She tried to go into an earth bending pose, but couldn't move. She cried out over the bond, fists still clenched. She was scared. Was this the underworld? Where Satan ruled...If she was here...maybe the others were too.

...Or maybe her parents? NO! This was the underworld. It felt like death here...
((Is there an over world? XDD slight WB))

[Rayen]

((XD No, there's no overworld... The good souls turn into stars, as my grandparents used to tell me. ))

[softballsava]

RAGNE:

The pits of the darker worlds were always so surreal to Ragne. But the day he was turned to a vampire, the realizism came to life. The cold piercing eyes of the ones that thrived below were both comforting and confusing to him. He loved the felling of being one hundered percent rested and not needing to feed when he entered into these darker places. He felt a strange feeling of lonelyness realizing that for the first time other than the very first time, he was alone here without Faque at his side. Sometimes he missed her, but the feeling of the opposites that she and Elanor were, one day he liked a little bad girl, but sometimes the sweet sofisticated girl won out too. Finally he opened his eyes and the familiar scents filled his nose, and he knew this place would be the first to test his true protector skills. he could feel the revenge in the air, and he knew Elanor was the target. The setting ran into his mind in a web of memories. This thing, this person, they knew what they thought to be true, but he could see to the one gap in their memory. The fact that they only saw the end of the scene. Ragne looked at Elanor's limp body and knew that he was inside her head for real now. he looked at the deep pits of the dark waters and no shudder emerged, instead he could feel his vision sharper, and his fangs uncontrolably grew larger. This was his element. he and the beast. He looked over and saw Alura runnign towards Elanor. "Don;t touch her!" he yelled to the girl. he kenw that this spirit had taken Elanor's spirit with her to wherever she had gone. Good thing Brie was here. "Brie, she's not one with ehr body, she's in her spirit form, we need to find them." he said to the ice spirit that he loved and looked up to so much. His piercing blue eyes were full fo worry,a dn the thrill of adventure.

BRIE:

A shudder ran down my spine as I felt the cold air. not a shura worthy place, let me tell you that. I had seen the darkes tof shura minds, but somethign about Elanor's was different, and posed so many more threats than the others that I have taped into at different times. I knew thar there was somethign different about her eversince I first met the young girl. But this place, it's beyond different, its scary.. I can sense Ragne's worry, but he won't show it, not here, this is his first major mission, and he knows it. I heard the question he has posed, but the answer is neither easy nor simple.
"I fear the same thing.."
Thus is my only response to the vampire at my left. he is the one with the mindreading powers, and besides, I can sense Leonardo's presence, and the absence of my own shura guarder, and the feeling that with every second, Elanor's grows farther and fartehr away from herself. Not a good situation at all..
I wish Kael was here. He was always so calm.. so undercontrol. He would know exact;y what to do right now. he was always such a great second in command, and for some reason i feel almost as if I love him. Like a brother of course, but love all the same.
I fear for Leonardo, "This doesn't happen everyday friend, were all a bit at a loss.." I say to him as I close my eyes to relieve the stress and the fear for a few split seconds.

[cazio]

Leonardo turned to look out the window a slight shiver running through him. He set the mug of tea down on the side table and thought, processing everything he had learned. The lull in conversation wasn't awkward, it had a tranquil feel to it. Then, as sudden as death itself, he was thrown into a sea of black water. He trashed about in the invisible current, not daring to try and take a breath of air. Something was telling him it was okay to breathe, to drink in the icy cold liquid. He couldn't say it was actually water, it only chilled his . . . . soul. That thought send a zap of fear down his spine and the current stilled. His bright blue eyes opened and he gasped in surprise. Then he remembered he wasn't supposed to breath as an icy-hot torrent clawed his throat to pieces and he squeezed his eyes shut again. He shut his mouth and swallowed, then realized that it was . . . air! He tried breathing through his nose, only to recoil at the searing pain it caused him.After a few moments, eyes still shut, the burning began to cease. The air slammed him with its deathly chill and theres where murmured noises and screams in his ears. Everything he had felt thus far made him wish and pray that he was back to the forest. He imagined that it must be what an infant feels when it is born, the yearning to go back to the womb, or, in his case, the earth.

He opened his eyes, but saw nothing. he felt his pupils expand as wide as they could in the darkness and his eyes ached for a moment when they tried to expand further. It was suffocatingly dark here and every time he opened his mouth to call out, it seems the air sucked the sound form him. He had a feeling this was something he would not write about in his journals.