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

[Rayen]

((maybe BUMP?))

[Chrissy]

All of a sudden, Sven was on Lolimar's horse, riding right with Ragne and Elanor. He cackled, pressing his hands into the mane of fire. "I'll come with you, seeing as I missed most of the action," he said, patting Nightingale. How he got that fiesty stallion was beyond belief.

[Rayen]

Elanor glanced at Ragne. 'Is he safe?' she asked mentally.

[softballsava]

Ragne laughed as he got Elanors mental message. He looked at Sven, "Eh!" he yelled hitting the assassin playfully on the arm, "The mistress wants to know if a fella like you is safe to 'av around." he said cakling as his creed accent came back.. It always did whenever Sven was around. You see Ragne and Sven trained about the same time, Ragne just followed his master for a bit to long, Allowing Sven to get his blade first.

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( Cool. Now epic flashback of my own. Except her past affects her present state of her.... physical body. Hmmm... I have a sort of plot coming with her.....))

Wolf stepped behind Lero's wings so that she was hidden and leaned against his black scales, drawing in his warmth. She felt so cold. She withdrew her dagger, adrenaline racing through her. Lero watched her behind his wings, sensing something was wrong with her.
Wolf. Tell me.
He cooed. Wolf was trembling now, her eyes scrunched tight.
He trapped me. Ensnared me. Tricked me. And I fell for it stupidly. Now I can almost feel him. Feel his steely poison slipping through me....
She hissed through her teeth and her arms wrapped around her torso. She dropped to her knees, her head bowed.
He tricked me. He now watches me. I cannot escape his poisonous wrath and I fear what he has in mind. I fear what he will do to me. I disobeyed him. I failed him. he cast me out from my hoe, but that wasn't enough. He cast his spell around my heart and each day, as I breath, I feel it tighten itself around me ever so slightly I fear for my life, Lero....
She hissed again and bit her tongue from crying out in pain. Pain laced around her upper body, paralyzing her on the ground. Lero hissed and he bowed his own head in pain. Wolf tried to cease the flow of their connection slightly to kep Lero from feeling her pain against her master's spell. Lero opened his eyes and watched her.
Let me help you.
He moaned.
No! I do not wish you to feel this!
Wolf growled. Then she groaned and fell on her side, curled up in a ball, pain writhing through her like snakes. She kept her mouth shut though. She ket her pain in silence. In blind darkness. She refused to show her fellow assassins her failure. Her master's rules, had been changed and she had broken all of them by failing that mission. Her dagger was clenched tightly in her hand. She felt the hilt dig into her palm and draw blood.

[cazio]

Ezio stiffened at the sight of the elf girl wreathing in pain. He said nothing though, Altair's words still sticking into him like needles. "Do you want me to have to try and kill you again?" The slight pain in his voice sent a chill up his spine, Altair was his best friend, but that wouldn't stop him from obeying the Creed. Altair would not hesitate to kill him, and next time Ezio knew he wouldn't give a warning like he did before. Those words held a dark sickly lacing, though it would pain Altair to kill him, he would kill him in whatever way he had to. Ezio could almost feel his wrist blade sliding through his back and reaching his heart. Ezio had killed men with it thousands of time and you never died instantly. It was a long painful death, they screamed and yelled for help and for guards and rolled on the floor with wide eyes and open mouthes. blood sometimes was all you heard as they choked on it but Ezio was unafflicted by their pain and suffering, their deaths kept the world a better place and the Creed intact. But to have to watch his killer and best friend stand over him, hold him as he died and recite the words of the Creed and slide a feather on his neck would be as bad as death itself. Not for ALtair, but for him the victim because he would die knowing that he betrayed his Creed.

[Shiko Hayashi]

Lero growled in agony. He wanted so bad to help the elf girl, but she would not let him share her suffering. It pained him to watch her. He wrapped his wings around her and bared his teeth at the others, daring them to come near. The pain in his eyes revealed all too well how much it was costing him not to just barge in her mind and wrap her in the comforts of his dragon mind. Wolf let out a very faint breath as she clenched in pain.
This is the starting of my hold, Wolf. Be aware for their are worse fit's to come...
A voice hissed in her mind. It was cold and cruel, hissing like a snake. Slowly, and painfully, the pain faded from her, leaving her gasping for breath, trembling on the ground, her face pale and sweaty. She shivered harder when she remembered her master's voice. She slipped her dagger back in it's sheath and tried to stand, only to realize that she was in a black cocoon, made of Lero's wings. She reached up and lightly brushed his wings. Instantly, he wings retreated and she felt the earth's pulse once again. Wolf was still pale and sweating as she returned in full view of the others. "Sorry." She croaked, her breath raspy. "Complications do tend to happen when you fail someone." She croaked. Lero crooned to her. A dragon crooning was an amazing sound. Almost like a purr mixed with the soft coo of an owl. Wolf laid a shaky hand on his leg and Lero nuzzled her gently with his nose. He breathed warm air gently on her.

[cazio]

Ezio flinched openly at her words and felt his stomach drop. She has no idea. He thought eyeing Altair who was looking at him. He turned from teh elf girl and felt his heart racing. "Dwelling on the future leads to your end." Rafiq's words came to him easily, he remembered that day when he was thinking about becoming an assassin. Rafiq's wooden sword slammed into his chest and Ezio found no air to breath and he gasped with such an intensity he didn't even notice te sword's tip at his throat until it poked him. He couldn't focus on what was going to happen he just had to follow the rules of teh Creed and he would never have tot worry about it again.

Altair's eyes narrowed at Ezio's flinching and his face hardened. He still had much to learn. Altair watched Lero's form go from defensive to nurturing in a matter of minutes and Altair made a note of it. Dragons must be connected to thei releaser with more than just friend ship. Kill her, his eyes flickered to the Girl who was standing up shakily, and you kill him.

[Shiko Hayashi]

Wolf sighed and she removed her hand. Lero cocked his head gently and, ever so carefully, he flicked his tongue close to her face.
Wolf... If I could give you your sight back, what would you do?
At the very mention of getting her sight back, Wolf felt her knees tremble and she almost fell to her knees. She choked back a sob. "Anything..." She breathed. "I would do anything to have my sight back..." She thought, forgetting that they had been thought speaking. Lero smiled slightly and he flicked his tongue.
It would hurt. Excruciatingly so. But I think I can do it.
Lero whispered. At this, Wolf did collapse. "How...." She whispered. "How can you repair something un-repairable?" She whispered, her eyes staring a the ground.
By mixing the poison on my tongue, I could inject my magic into the poison so that it becomes a cure of anything. But the pain would be terrible afterwards and you would be incapable of anything. You would only be able to breathe and live on through the torment.
Lero said. Pain at the thought of seeing her like that flashed through his eyes, but it was not his wish. He already knew her answer. How she said it, surprised him.
"I've had my heart ripped out of my chest and broken to pieces many times. I've had my mind subjected to horrors like no other. All of this has been through silence and darkness. I have never seen the world and desperately wish to. If it means I must die and kill the devil himself, so be it." She said, her blind eyes hard. Lero blinked in surprise at her answer, then smiled.
So be it, my child.
With that, he crouched down in front of her. He began flicking his tongue, in and out, in and out. His eyes were half closed and his body thrummed with the magic of dragons. his tongue slowly changed from half purple and half red to a bright blue that glowed neon green slightly. "Now." he whispered. His tongue flicked out, looking as if it touched Wolf's eyes. That continued for a few minutes. Then, Wolf's eyes seemed to get clearer each time the tongue flicked in front of them. Wolf let out a gasp as colors burst in front of her eyes. An hour of this passed and then, the pain came. It came fast and attacked in full force. But it wasn't the kind of pain Wolf thought. First, a numbing sensation made her freeze in place. Then, her mind seemed to burn. Slowly, her whole body began to feel as if it was being burnt by dragon fire. Se let out a scream and dropped to the ground, writhing in pain. Then she stopped moving, quietly sobbing. The pain flared inside her. Lero watched, tortured. His claws dug into the earth and he had to look away from Wolf, his teeth bared and eyes scrunched close. "Lero...." Wolf gasped. It was all she could manage as the pain flared through her with new life each time. Lero winced and gently, he curled around wolf and watched over her, waiting for it to finish.

[softballsava]

Brie watched as the scene unraveled before her. Altair seemed to be assessing, Ezio fretting, the dragon nurturing, the girl almost crying, and her watching. She thought over the roles seeing hers as the lowest as she watched Altair with innocent eyes. She looked down at her pale faintily glowing skin and the tears rolled down her cheeks once more making her eyes glitter and he longs black hair tremble in the wind. She felt her feet above the ground stil playing with it taunting to touch but then never quite getting there. Her gaze never left Altair as something about him reminded her of her surroundings. The deep forest green. The singing birds, with their gay songs. The rushing rivers their flow a continuous pace never daring to stop or even slow. She listened saw the colors of the wind, her ice spirit senses finally coming to her. She had a high attention to detail now. The voices of the trees as they spoke in silent words to the others around them. The song of the wolf cry to the full moon. The tiny forest animals set off by the cooling days as they raced for food for hibernation, and tried to make their dens nice and cozy. She looked at Altair complexed, how had he helped her acheive all of this, she wondered, adn why was it he, and not another living soul.