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

[Luckypaw]

Glancing at Lolimar for a moment and watching his actions, Serena's gaze shifted back to Ragne. The two seemed to get along fine, or that's what she had noticed. When one of the dark elves had asked about Elanor, she glanced back at her friend for a second.

"This is Elanor, she is a forest elf. You are not to lay a hand on her if it is a threat or for harm, or I'll make sure the one who does so doesn't see the break of dawn one more time," Serena murmured in a calm voice, the warm tone being carried along with the breeze. She was protective of most of her friends, but mainly Elanor because she was a forest elf, and they were, lately, the main targets of another creature or a dark elf.

[softballsava]

Ragne didn't speak up for his master was here. But deep down he didn't want to hurt this forest elf. Not even lay a hand on her.

[Chrissy]

The assassin watched Serena, an eyebrow cocked. "Why in the world would I do that?" He asked innocently. Inside, he was laughing his head of. What would a surface elf do? He turned towards Ragne, his eyes raised.

"Either way, we will not lay a hand on her." He said cheerfully, taking a dagger out and tossing it casually.

[softballsava]

Ragne didn't trust a word of it. But he wouldn't question his master so he just smiled menaciningly at the two elves. "Shall you treat us to dinner?" he asked them "Selena I hear your an excelelent cook." he said slightly sarcastically to leave room for his master to interject.

[Luckypaw]

Serena looked at Ragne, the color in her eyes seemed to deepen. "I am, thank you very much... Little apprentice," she said with a small smile. She slid her arrow off of her bow and back into its holder, then held the bow in her delicate hand, her nails scratching over the engraved vines on the bow. She was not one for violence, but when it came to her friends or people speaking of herself rudely, she didn't exactly tolerate it.

[softballsava]

Ragne smiled at Selena, "Fiesty aren't you Selena." he said smiling at the dark elf.

[Chrissy]

Lolimar's eyes narrowed, and he glared towards Ragne before slapping his shoulder. "Don't be so rude," he hissed, turning back to Serena. His eyes twinkled before he leaned on a tree, still juggling the dangerous looking blade.

"We can cook the dinner, if you do not wish to," Lolimar's smile widened, and he turned towards Ragne. "We will not lay a hand on her. Poison does not require physical contact." He muttered inwardly, turning back towards Serena. He nodded his head, looking around the terrain for a second.

"Anything you'd like, stranger."

[softballsava]

Ragne smickered to himself, "oh how true boss. ." he sent over their bond, "But nothing to the forest elf, I'll take care of that one, she's not as fiery and would serve us much more loyaly, and I can manipulate her easier." also sent over the bond.

"Excuse my bad manors." He said to Serena, "Yes we can cook whatever you'd like, I actualy make a good chef.: he said obviously implying something there.

[Luckypaw]

Serena looked into Ragne's eyes for a moment, telling something was wrong as she then looked into Lolimar's. "We don't need for you to cook for us," she muttered in a slightly harsh tone, seeing one of the dark elves smile widen and also them saying 'stranger'. It made her slightly uncomfortable, and she didn't want to see what would happen if they waited much longer to stay around here. Serena breathed a soft sigh, folding her arms as she looked at Lolimar, "We should be on our way, anyway."

[wickedwolfgirl]

Aeaea stood, if you could call it that, in a certain spot in the forest. The trees held scars of a mighty battle and the rocks had mighty scorch marks. Her silver eyes did not see that however. They saw the day the great battle was held; the battle she died in so many years ago. She was powerful then, the world's knowledge in her paws. The earth trembled when she walked. The beasts of the forest feared her and even the oldest oak bowed to her will. The elves changed it all. A certain group of elves, a cult, performed ritual sacrifice of various creatures, believing they gained their powers by killing them. Their crowning glory would be her, the noblest creature of them all; the dragon. They cast charms on her to make her weak as the new-born kit, and then slayed her. Her spirit escaped, and she was forced to live a half-life, unable to truly die.