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

[softballsava]

Ragne spoke to the horse feather telling it to follow, using that same strange tongue again. They walked throught the trees to the house in the beautiful meadow, the view of the running waterfall off to the side, "Open." he said smiling as he drew in the scent of flowers.

[She's A Runner]

((ooc: so long since i've wrote!!!))

Bellethiel had watched the duel, and when Ragne killed Bane she and Rissien had walked away. Their mission was done. Elanor was out of danger. They walked both into a clearing, halting at Aeaea and an unknown mountain elf. 'Who are you?' Bellethiel asked aloud.

[Rayen]

Elanor was speechless on the moment. The scene was beautiful. The perfect home for her. 'Thank you Ragne! Thank you so much!' she murmured when she was able to speak again.

[Mousiouxie Meadowfly]

Race: Elf
Type: (if you're an elf)Mountain

Gender:Female

Name:Amara Autumnmoon

Age:Unknown

Appearance:She has waist length hair the colors of autumn gold and flame red which she keeps covered inside the cowel of her white linen cloak. Her cool, twilight grey eyes are penetrating yet gentle. She has a serene quality about her, seeming wise well beyond her years. She spends her days working in the Hidden Temple or going on journeys across the expanse in search of various herbs, stones, or making charitable ventures .

Are you evil?Unknown

Can you fight?Amara is a healer, not a fighter, but she does posess a certain special powers. One might think of her as a...druid or priestess.

Crush: No crush, but a deep love and appreciation of nature.

Other:Unknown.

(Greetings,
It is my hope to play a small role here, just a few spots where I might pop up a post as if being in another place far away, with few interractions from others. I don't have much time online but when I am it makes me feel good to have a place to post my creative ideas. I promise not to interfere with your plots or posts. But maybe carrying them along.

I am not sure where you want my application. Please PM me upon descision of your acceptance.)

Thankyou,
~Amara Autumnmoon~

[wickedwolfgirl]

"Who are you?" The dragon spirit asked Alura. Why is she familiar?

[softballsava]

Ragne smiled at her, "Just wait until you see the inside." he said leading his horse around back to where the stables were at.

[cazio]

ooc// no worries about activeness here! haha, I really don't know what's happening, i'll just inro.

bic// Shadows lingered in the wisps of sky above a hooded figure, clothed in white. Even with the hood shading his hazel eyes Ezio was on high alert, every sense tingling. The horse below him was black, as was every one from his creed. Its had hort white socks on its front ankles and a white blaze from nose to ear. In dawns since past, they rode through the escapes that follow the life of an assassin. This horse only had a year or two under its girth, yet it was one of teh most skillful he knew. No words needed to pass between rider and mount. With no movement from Ezio at all, Rojan began to trot, after the forest gaurds were out of sight. Gaurds were always on high alert, swords drawn and faces grim. Ezio took each on in turn, kneading every feature into his mind; carefully planning each attack we could bring forth. He tightened his wrist in amusment and the slicing sound of an unsheathed blade whistled through the trees. On both hands his fourth finger was cut in half, his pledge to his creed. in his wrist gloves, a dagger like blade was hidden, shining silver in the low light. These were used for the quiet assassination.

"Ah, Ra-had. I had hoped you would have returned later on, as my money has not arrived!" The booming laugh stil sounded in his ears.
"I have heard none of your clients have gotten paid Carnan." He challenged. THe greasy smile on Caranan's face dissapeared. he tore at his chicken leg with a new vigor, spitting as he spoke.
"Is that so? Who dares call me a liar!"
"I have my sources." He paced towards the table, his blood chilled in routin calmness. Recklessness makes you weak Ezio. Grace makes you a killer. The table was stuffed with food, and Ezio knew it was tricked from its owners. Caranan lied like snake. He did not flinch as Caranan jumped form the table, knife at his throat.
"Start talking." Caranan hissed, black-brown eyes pouring into the hooded shadows. Ezio's wrist flicked and in an injection so pracise that it did not quite kill, his blade was sliding through his throat. Another flick, gone. Holding Caranan 's neck Ezio kneeled to the floor, holding his victim carefully.
"Why steal these people money? When you have so much of your own?" he questioned.
"You don't understand young boy. I took from the greedy and fed the less fortunant!"
"Lies. Merchants were also your victums." Ezio's eyes scanned his prey watching the life trickle away.
"They were corrupted. Look closer . . . . ." Caranan's eyes flickered out, his body limp. Ezio's eyes narrowed. he had seen the con-artist steal from the market, watching from atop buildings. He stole for his own greed, and never looked back.
"Rest well." Ezio whispered and took the dove's feather from his belt, wiping the tip in the blood of the fallen.

Ezio looked up trees growing deeper andcloser together. Rojan slowed and Ezio lfted the reins. Rojan froze in his tracks and Ezio leapt off his mount walking swiftly throu the undergrowth. Rojan followed like a beggar.

[wickedwolfgirl]

((did you fill out a form?))

[webkinzfan12]

Alura sighed again. This is why I should never leave home. Not like it'd help me become a shura...She thought. She looked at both. "Call me Alura. Means elf peace. And I'm going. Dont want any trouble." She said runnig off again.

[cazio]

ooc// yes, two pages ago, it was accepted haha