Lonely Forest III - elf/spirit/human RP - semi-lit+

[snowshoe.]

((Thankies! I'll be done in a bit. n.n))

[MeadowBrooke]

Race:Dragon Spirit
Type: (if you're an elf)N/P
Gender:Female
Name:Rinayla
Age:Died at 150, looks 17
Looks:
Personality:The accounts of her past have forever changed Rinayla. She talks little and hides behind a mask of unemotion. Close friends are the only ones she will ever open to, and even then it is as though she keeps herself at a distance. Although she is now like this, her loyalties still run strong and she struggles with a temper that was obtained upon the events of her death.
Bio:Rinayla was killed by a dragon hunter two years previous to this time. Her mate Zarron had been killed defending her in a battle against a rouge dragon, and losing him she lost all will to live. When the Hunter came along Rinayla fought at first but her heart break was to much to bear and so allowed herself to be taken by the hunter, willingly entering the peace of death. Ever since that time Rinayla has been different from the proud dragon she once was; it still lingers but is tainted by the hand of loss.
Crush:Open
Other:

[Rayen]

{ @Switchfoot.: Sure ;D
@Meadow: Added her to the main page <3 We'll start soon, if everyone's okay with that. }

[softballsava]

((I'm cool with that!))

[Rayen]

{ Okay, then we could start now c: My muse is fading, but I hope this first post is not too bad :'c }

|| elanor

Elanor rubbed her forehead, where a small rid had formed between her brows as she inspected her kill. She whipped her sleek blonde hair over her shoulders and bent to pick up the rabbit, extracting the arrow rather impatiently from its limp body under Shyr's watchful gaze. As much as she disliked killing, it was necessary to her survival. Sometimes you couldn't live solely off of plants and fruits, especially in the Lonely Forest, where poison lied in disguise under bright flowers and sweet, juicy fruits. Granted, she was immortal as the shura she was, but that didn't mean that a poisoning wouldn't give her a big stomachache if she was to eat the wrong fruit. And sometimes, although she would never admit it, for most forest elves tried to stick to a mostly vegetarian diet, she just missed the taste of meat. She figured it was the wolf in her. Her feral side, which stayed dormant while she was in the company of other rational creatures, had begun to rise five years ago, feeding on her solitude. Elanor had barely had any contact with the civilization over those last few years, apart from one or another encounter with tradesmen or travelers. Usually, she watched them from afar, never letting herself to be seen by them. They reminded her of all that she had forsaken, her friends and comrades. And Ragne. Especially Ragne.

The choice to live alone in the depths of the Forest, where not even most forest elves would dare to settle into, was hers and hers alone. She was too much of a liability, her totem being the fiery wolf, that even though tamed could still become a danger if she let her temper slip. And she had still much to learn, too. But on her own, this time. Elanor wanted to know more of the shura ways, but she was determined to find out about them on her own.

That wasn't to say she didn't miss her old adventure companions; every night she would sit by the fire, the remains of a half-eaten meal by her side and Shyr the white wolf laying down by her feet, and she would relive every moment she had spent with them, every minute of happiness and every word they had exchanged. Nowadays, Elanor almost didn't speak anymore. She talked with Shyr through their special mental connection, but even that kind of communication was growing more alike the wolf's primary mind and its instinct-driven thoughts. During rare moments when she felt like the little lost girl who had ran away from the Forest Palace, almost seven years ago, she wondered if she was losing herself, and if she was doing this to protect herself from the memories. She wanted to erase them so bad, she wanted to become a wolf like Shyr more than anything in the world, so she could have no cares and no weight in her conscience.

And yet she still held on to the hope of returning to civilization and meeting her comrades once again. There was this underlying promise to every heartbeat, that one day she would return. And she dared to hope.

But she wasn't ready yet.

|| sienna

There, I'm light and agile as a marten, I can do it for sure...

Sienna thrust her weight forward, letting go of the tree branch on the last moment. It was a leap of faith, not only metaphorically, but she managed to land on the other tree's enormous, nearly horizontal branch. It didn't seem to bother the wild boar, who, about three meters below, continued on her pursue completely undeterred. She cussed through gritted teeth and pushed her way towards the nearest tree, hoping to stay close to the ground. But as the landscape opened into a wide clearing, her only options were up or backwards, and so she clung to the tree's trunk while the boar hacked at the wood below with its tusks, making the whole tree shake in a very frightening way. Sienna tried to inch back towards the tree behind her, hoping to return to the pond and thus escape from the infuriated hog, but she nearly slipped and fell when the beast landed another hit. She looked down at it, considering her options, and realized she didn't like her chances at any of the escape routes.

Great. It has me cornered.

Calling for help was completely against her personal code. But then again, so was getting run through by an angry boar. Sienna knew well that she could be signalling her position to any hostile creatures, but the hog was probably already flagging their location with all the fuss it was making. Taking a deep - and somewhat shaky breath - Sienna called out on top of her lungs, and prayed to the stars that there was a kind soul in earshot that was able to help her.

"Hey! I need help here! Anyone?!"

[cazio]

Sunlight drizzled through the treetops, creating a crisp yellow patchwork on the dirt. The forest was quiet as it could get, with birds chirping and leaves rustling, creating a calm atmosphere. The dew still clung to the grass, giving it a bright lush look that attracted Leonardo's horse like a moth to light. It was a stocky pony borrowed from a farmer for the day, a chestnut with a wheaten mane and tail. A pair of soft grey antlers poked from the meadow grass, and Arno's dark brown eyes blinked lazily, watching the dirt trail nearby. It had been a long time since they'd taken this path, but as with most places in the forest, it was untouched, its ancient beauty unscathed.

The rich wood and the tough creased bark of the trees gave an aura of strength and wellbeing, but Leonardo knew that man could destroy it with a bit of metal and fire. After all, hadn't Italy been the same before it was found out? Ah, Italy. he could still smell the marketplaces and taste the cuisine on his tongue as though it were just out of reach, when in fact he was miles away. His golden hair blew in the soft morning wind as he stood in waiting. He would come today, Ezio was never wrong. The newest assassin in the tight upper circle, about as young as Ezio had been when he first came to Rome. "He is as spirited as I once was, if not more. He is who I want to take my place when the time comes, but I do not know how easily he can be corrupted." Leonardo had read the letter ages ago, but yesterday an eagle had been sitting on his outdoor easel, with a letter tied to its leg. "He should be arriving today. He's been given the same rules as Altair and I were given when we first came. He will be obedient to you until he understands. Write to me as he progresses my dear friend. Write to me about all things, as you always have. I look forward to your next exciting creation."

It always came back to that. He was still very close friends with Ezio, that was unquestioned, but he was also his weapons inventor, and general researcher, translator and spy on some occasions. He was no longer just a friend, but a business partner. Two things he thought should not be mixed. Ezio was considerate of the situation and often let him go months without work, but Leonardo often cut his hiatus short, knowing the Assassin's needed all the help they could get. The Templars were gaining strength and they needed a surge of new recruits and weaponry to entice young rebels and thieves. This Alonso character was a special recruit, but Leonardo did not trust him. Ezio could be foolish when he was desperate. He touched his beard, thinking about how five years ago he'd thought things would remain the same. Five years ago. Five years since they were spewed from the blackness and scattered to reclaim broken lives.

It was for the best, Arno murmured. Leonardo lifted his chin. Arno had grown more wise, but also more relaxed and lazy. You know it was, Leonardo. Suddenly the sound of quick hoofbeats broke the natural ease of the forest and Leonardo was face to face with Ezio's newest apprentice. It is time.






Alonso was weary when he had first approached the unmarked entrance of the forest, keeping his hand close to his blade. Ezio had insisted that he ride through some of the forest himself to get a feel of what the next months of his life would be like. Alonso wasn't particularly excited to leave behind the Brotherhood, particularly Saria, his newest romantic interest. She was probably already snatched away by Luco, who had been clambering after he ever since she entered the Order. As usual, Ezio got his way and here he was, plodding through a strange dark forest with nothing but a pack and his arsenal of blades. As Altair had told him, the place felt "almost cursed, like the devil himself enchanted it", but it was also peaceful and serene at the same time. He'd been riding for the better part of the day, going through meadows, crossing crystal streams and shoving through overgrown brush. The trail he was following was marked with red paint, a little dabble on a tree here and there. He'd gotten lost twice already and somehow found his way back, but he couldn't help but wonder that if his guide labeled the trail for him, couldn't he have just escorted him?

"The man you are meeting is the most intelligent man I have ever met, and I have no doubts he is the smartest man who has ever lived. He will teach you too much for you to grasp, so absorb as much as you can. He is also one of my closest friends and has saved by life more times than I can count. You will treat him with respect and know your place." My place? He was on Ezio's shortlist when it came to assassins in control, outranked only by five assassins in Rome. He'd even been to meet with Altair, a privilege even Luco had not been allowed to do and Luco had been a master assassin for four years! This guy better be pretty important for Ezio to send him into this aptly named Lonely Forest. he hadn't seen the slightest trace of a woman since he entered. In fact, he'd seen no one.

Neve was certainly not prepared for roots and rocks. He was a horse with a bloodline further back than the Assassins themselves, and had the excellent temperament, gait and good looks to prove it. He had a smooth coat with no imperfections and was a white that was almost too bright to looks at. He was literally as white as snow, so he was named Neve. the only part of him that was not white was his nose which was a cloudy grey with a soft pink marking. His eyes were ink black and his tack was black leather embellished with gold studs and his saddle didn't need oiling to gleam a perfect jet black. A horse fit for the Pope himself, and that was exactly how Alonso got it. When he learned of a pristine new colt that was to given to the Pope, Alonso simply stole it. Ezio had such an influence that it wasn't questioned when a hooded man was seen riding a rich man's stallion, but Ezio wailed on him for weeks, demanding he give it back. Until that is, he gave up.

Then, the sun broke through the trees again and Alonso found himself at the base of a meadow staring into the wise brown eyes of who had to be his guide.

"I am Leonardo da Vinci, you are Alonso di Roma. We have much to discuss." Leonardo da Vinci....who knew?

[MeadowBrooke]

A warm breeze rustled Rinayla's silver hair as she sat, her dark eyes staring into nothing. The past few years had gone on in this same way, traveling from place to place in some sort of a trance. A sigh escaped her. She had no purpose now, losing Zarron had taken care of that. Her hand flew to the scar on her collarbone as a sharp pain seized her. Not again. When was she going to learn to let go of those memories? Nothing but pain is brought when a dragon spirit remembers their time of death.

As the pain ebbed away her thoughts began to slip away once more, returning to the ancient times when she ruled the skies in her dragon form playfully spending her days at Zarron's side. The warm sun was aiding in her withdrawl from the real world when suddenly she was alert. Had she heard something? ''Hey! I need help here! Anyone?!"

Getting quickly to her feet her eyes flashed a dark blue as she reached for the silver sword lying at her feet. Giving it a twist it seperated into the two dual daggers she prefered. Sliding them into the cases on her slender legs she sprinted to the sound of the dry, her hair flying behind her. Slowing Rinayla observed her surroundings as more noises reached her keen ears. Crashes and, cursing? Glancing into the trees she spotted a form crouching among the branches, and below the form, a wild bore.

Wasting no time Rinayla drew a dagger and launched herself nimbly at the bore who was busy craching against the tree. It was an easy kill and Rinayla hated herself for taking the animals life. Kneeling beside the creature she placed a gentle hand on its side, speaking quietly in an ancient language to send the bore safely on its way. Taking the knife from the animal she wiped it in the grass, keeping her head bent, and slid it back in its case. Standing she spoke to the form in the tree, her accent lilting through the air and sounding strange to her ears; for it had been over a year since she had spoke. ''Are you alright?''

[Rayen]

|| sienna

Sienna watched the agile girl who seemed to have heard her call kill the wild boar in awe. She seemed to have done it effortlessly, while Sienna, who had taken lessons on dagger-wielding from her uncle back at their farm and considered herself a pretty apt fighter, had stood no chance against the beast. She wished she had brought her bow and quiver with her, but when she strolled down to the pond to refill her water skins she did not in the least imagine she'd be unsettling a territorial boar.

She let herself slip down from the branch, landing in a less than graceful way over the dry leaves and pine needles that matted the forest ground. She rolled to a crouching position, grimacing when pain shot up her ankle, but stood up nonetheless, brushing a bright magenta strand of hair into her tricolor braid. She wore her hair with strands dyed in pink and turquoise for as long as sh could remember. There was a trick to it, a mix of berries and natural dyes that her mother had taught her to brew, but over the years the pigments seeped so deep into your scalp that you barely needed to do it anymore. She found that caring about her looks was a good way to keep her sanity in this God-forsaken place; however she was now starting to regret not having used that precious time to practice and become a better shura. Seriously, what kind of nature protector needs help to deal with a hog?

"Aa... I've been better. Still, I'm not that bad, just a sprained ankle," she spoke, answering the girl's question. She seemed to be about her age, but then Sienna's lilac eyes met the stranger's deep, dark, ancient ones. A shiver ran down her spine, and she realized, not without a hint of fear, that she must be in the presence of a legendary creature; a dragon spirit. Gathering her wits, she shook the dust off her crimson and cyan embroidered tunic (a gift from a trader she'd helped to cross the forest, about two years ago) and pressed her lips together. "And... Thanks. I was on a tight spot back there. If it wasn't for you, I might've stayed up there for the whole day." Or worse.

Her shoulders slumped only slightly. She really was a failure, as a shura. If only she had bonded with her totem yet...
She kicked a stone with the tip of her leather boot. "I was heading home. If you want to, you could tag along," she offered.

|| elanor

As soon as she climbed up the rope ladder that led into the tree house, Elanor's tense shoulder line relaxed a bit and she allowed herself to smile at the building's dark inside. It was a one-room shack built around one of the largest tree's canopies, with elongated windows on its sides to let the morning light filter in. Inside, the treehouse was cool and shady, with only a stool, a table and a makeshift bed at a corner, and a pair of large cupboards against the wall. Elanor had worked at it over the last few years, adding more and more to what had initially been a temporary hut made of stacked tree branches. It hadn't been easy. She soon found out that, even though being an elf she was stronger than the average human, she wasn't cut out for this kind of heavy work. Still, she was stubborn, and on the first rainy day of the third winter she had a roof to protect her from the elements.

She put the rabbit down over the table, deciding she'd skin it later. She hated to skin the game. Peering outside a window, she saw a sliver of white fur among the leaves. Quite obviously, Shyr couldn't climb the rope ladder, and he didn't seem to mind it much. Overnight, he kept watch from the ground, howling whenever a threatening creature came too close to their territory.

Elanor let herself fall onto the stool, rubbing her temples. It was a rough life, to be on her own on this part of the Forest. She was managing to survive all right, but she couldn't live like that forever. It was driving her insane. Looking past the door and to the early Autumn skies overhead, she was carried back to the day after she had ran away from the Forest Palace, seeking a safe haven at her friend's place. That was the day she met Ragne. It all started with the rustling of leaves and the snap of a twig...

At first, she thought she was imagining it. Perhaps her memories, so vivid they were, were tricking her ears, and for a moment she thought she had lost her mind for good. But then she heard Shyr snarling very clearly, and knew they weren't alone any longer. She strode towards the door in wide strides, grabbing her bow and notching an arrow in a single gesture, and narrowed her emerald green eyes in an attempt to see beyond the yellowing leaves. As she spoke aloud, she found her own voice to sound raspy and a bit awkward from the lack of use.

"Who's there?"

{ Muse's dead. v.v }

[softballsava]

((ahh I'll take that who's there ))

The depths of that place were where Ragne has thrived. He remembered though searching aimlessly for days for her. For the one he had sworn to protect and to no prevail had eventually after years let himself out. As had as it was he had finally broken away from Lollimar. he missed his mentor everyday but he knew it was all for the better. Having failed at his protections of Elanor he had become more of a vampire that aver before. He killed everything. Hungry or not, it was no sacrifice in his mind at all. He thought of her everyday, and once he returned to that forest he could feel it she was there.

After five years how do you go about talking to someone who has been in thoughts everyday. ragne had no idea. His days had become simply kill and eat. He had gained sharper and more vampire like features. Even people who knew his before may be suprosed to see how cold his features had become. As he ventured the Lonely Forest he saw for the first time just how it got its name. He was completely alone. The sky was dark when he treked anymore. He liked the darkness animals slept unbeknownst to his presence. But today he ventured out into the light because something inside him felt something different.

As he walked peacefully through the forest he saw it. The big tree house. The place where he and Elanor had first met. The memories flooded his mind all at once he he felt a wave of all different emotions hit him. He felt hurt and love in all the same way. He saw visions of Faque fade to black all in one fowl sweep. And he knew, Elanor was here. As he walked closer to the house he snapped a twig softly under his footing and heard an instinctive growl. Not Elanor, no it was Shyre. Her totem who was the one that he knew had kept her alive. A shaky voice rang out softly

"Who's there"

Ragne stepped out of the shadows and into the light. The wolf growl grew louder until he raised his head. He looked up softly at her. She was even more beautiful than before. Her wild side had set in, just as his. he wondered in that moment what would become of them. Softly he looked up and spoke,

"Now, I don't think you really want to shoot do you?" with a wryly smile that he had pulling his fangs back.

Brie's long hair and piercing blue eyes both seemed to be things different from most spirits. She was the head shura and being so close to nature for the past 5 years had been easy for her, as long as Rasha was by her side she was fine. But lately she had been wanted to return to that mysterious large forest. Return to her old estate where she and Rasha used to sit by the fire for hours at night and read or just relax in each others company. You see, before the events of the last around ten years she was a very solitary spirit with her only visitors young people that needed to connect with their shuras. But lately she was feeling an increasing number of shura wielders around her. One day near the entrance of the forest she even thought she had heard Rasha whisper in a hushed tone that he had heard a fallow deer nearing, but he said no more of the matter. The spirit was getting to become much better are living without the broken heart that had cascaded her into this immortal state of partial death. If it wasn't for Rasha she would have been dead for sure. Sometimes though Rasha mentioned Brie's old mate's shura. She was a beautiful falcon and they got along like summer and sun. Brie let out a small sigh as she gave Rasha a small pet as he once again mentioned her name in his sleep thoughts. Sleep was the closest time it seemed to Brie for she and Rasha. They were so easily able to relate.

Brie's thoughts were interupted by the small cry of help followed by the squeal of a boar. She said a small prayer again for the death of the animal and thought of her old friend ragne, who chose the way of killing to stay immortal for another shura Elanor who Brie had not seen since she escaped the dark depths of the other world. She shivered at the thought then felt a large wave take over her and she felt Rasha wake beneath her.

"New shura..." she trailed of softly and she could tell by Rasha's behavior that he too had felt it. She then decided it was time to venture back to her estate and to try to find the new shura.

"Let us go." she said simply to Rasha as she stood and glided softly over the earth and out the door knowing he would follow behind her softly.

As she reached the area she heard the small girl in a shaken voice tell the other she just had a sprained ankle.

"Let me help you" said Brie with a small smile trying to seem as nontranslucent as possible for a spirit as she glided over softly and touched the wound softly healing it easily. "Better?" she asked with a small smile.

"Damn!" Kaja screamed as she yet again missed her kill and let out a snarl. She hated this and she jumped once again thinking flying was an option, and this was the source of her cursing. She let out a very pronounced hiss as she slumped against a tree and let her blue scales shimmer in the sunlight. They had reflected yet again and she cursed herself for forgetting to cover them up on her arm. She pulled the throwing knife out of the ground and looked at its sleek handle. The one that had been made out of her own scales. The very knives that she had been killed for. Killed. A dragon killed for her beautiful scaled to make weapons she screamed at the thought and her thought tuned back to the revenge she had sought. Her first flash of aggression in her entire life. The first time she had thought of the death of her beloved and killed for him. And she had killed. The small female body she had become was easy to maneuver compared to her old one and she had easily snuck in and ruthlessly cut them all into small pieces the way they did to her. The thought made her release an almost purr of excitement.

Now she found herself in this damn forest lost out of her wits and hungry as hell. She was trying to find another human to kill when she heard the sound of two talking. No, one was talking the other was something else.. She had never sensed this before. She snuck closer and hid in the shrubs hoping they wouldn't hear her light steps. They were dressed in strange garb, one was covered in all different weapons and they seemed to be discussing some sort of mission. Not knowing where she was she stayed hidden and listened to the two talk while she tried to breath as little as possible.

((sorry wb for Kaja.. don;t really know how to start her off...))

[crypticamo]

I'll be joining with two characters<3 this looks so awesome! 8D}}