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

[softballsava]

"Want to see my place?" she gestured vaguely towards the treehouse with her bow. "I have to prepare a rabbit for cooking. It's not much, but I think it could be enough for the two of us, if you're not too hungry."

All this time of waiting, and this was how he was treated, His instincts spiked. Blood. He wanted to kill. He had been able to put them off for so long. He shut his eyes trying to fight the feeling. Anger. Hurt. Despair... Love? He did not know about the last one anymore. he knew that he loved her, but perhaps after 5 years away they both needed to rekindle their feelings. Releasing a small sigh Ragne looked up at the beautiful elf and finally said, in a calm and smooth voice, back to himself;

"I would love to see it, and I actually just ate so just a small portion should be fine." he said to her, wanting to let out a small smile. Feeling the words exchanged with Shyr, well technically hearing what she said but for some reason Shyr was one shura he could never read. Rasha and Brie were so close they were almost one, but it appeared as though Skyr and Eleanor were even farther away from one another now.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a small item. "Eleanor..." he said his voice trailing off. He wanted to say it, he really did. He felt the small perfectly crafted ring in his hand, but let it fall back into his bag again and feeling her eyes on him he instead said. "I know we have been away for far to long, but I have much to share with you, as I;m sure you do with I." he was smacking himself on the inside.

'Idiot' he cursed and himself in his head and he could tell Shyr was passing on suspicious energy to Eleanor, which only led to worse things.

Following the two into Sienna's house Brie felt at last at ease. her voice was being used for so little anymore. The only word she ever got back from Kael were short letters and she frequently missed her second in command. By herself she felt so alone and desperate.

''My name is Rinayla Aduial.''

Brie let out a small chuckle as the girl gave a small bow and then said, "Really, just call me Brie, I only prefer for those training under me to refer to me as ice spirit, sometimes the title can be humbling but also very depressing." she said simply to the girl. As they entered the cute cottage of Sienna she said to the girl softly. "Perhaps start a pot of tea, we have much to discuss if you so wish to meet that young one inside you!" she said to her.

Suddenly the cool and distinct voice of Rasha filled the quite room. "May I also ask you to service me a bowl of water?" he asked her cooly. He rarely spoke and when he did it usually meant he very much wanted something.

"Now, Rinayla, tell me a bit more about yourself while Sienna prepares things." the ice spirit said in a bouncy voice as she took a 'seat' on the couch, or at least what could be seen as a seat considering she still floated slightly off of the cushion.

Kaja's eyes were still on the strange spirit in front of her when she heard a jumble of noises. She hissed as she smelled it. Human. Dumb moronic species. That's all she could think, and now she would have to go and see what all the commotion was about. She looked at the spirit once more slowly before walking over to the other human and saw that a deer had scared his horse. She let out an audible chuckle and saw him take in her strange appearance as she walk/glided towards him, finally touching down and walking like a normal person would, all translucence gone. "My my, what do we have here..." she said with a sly grin walking closer to him. She paced slowly around him and took in all angles. "What brings such a strong human to the forest?" she asked him sensing how he was different than most. A trained killer, like herself, and decided to spare his life for the time being.

She looked next at his strange attire taking in all the weapons and the long jacket that had a large hood that after all the commotion had fallen to reveal a perfect and beautiful Italian face. She thought of her husband for a moment and wondered if perhaps this was how he would have looked if he had chosen to come back. "What brings you here senore?" she asked him with a small twinge of what she knew of the Italian language, which indeed, was not really much. She didn't associate with humans much before she died and when she did she found only a few she could trust, all of which lived in Switzerland. She decided to let him do some of the questioning now as she finally stopped pacing and let the wind carry her soft and extremely blonde hair in a small sweet breeze the smell of the ocean's salt water filling the air as it did along with a piercing cool for a moment her water powers enhanced as she felt herself falling into a relaxed state

((sorry, wb...))

[Rayen]

{ Glad that this is getting back on its tracks c: I'll try to finish my posts ASAP. }

|| elanor

Elanor pursed her lips, watching the dark elf's expression attentively, like a wary animal might. She was well aware that her words must have hurt him, although she didn't intend to, not at all. She couldn't restrain a sigh that escaped from her lungs in a barely audible hiss of breath, and her eyes showed a glimpse of her exhaustion against the reflection of the sky and trees on her emerald irises. Tired. She was so tired. As long as she gave in to her instincts she didn't feel that weight on her shoulders, crushing the breath out of her, but standing there with Ragne, the only one tying her to civilization, she felt old beyond her years. A shura's immortality did not come without a price, and contrary to popular belief it wasn't just dying and returning from the Land of Ashes. Every day, Elanor felt that knotted bundle of emotions that made her a civilized creature being pushed farther down into the depths of her soul. Now, she was afraid she'd lost it for good.

"I would love to see it, and I actually just ate so just a small portion should be fine."
Elanor inhaled sharply. "Alright, then," her voice was brittle, and she was startled to find herself on the brink of tears. She took another deep breath, clenching her jaw tightly. The words sounded stiff as she spoke, reflecting the effort she was making to stay under control. "Climb up, then." She made for the rope ladder quickly. She feared that a tear might slip past her defences, and she did not want Ragne to see her crying. However, before she could hook her foot on the first step, she heard him call out to her.

"Elanor... I know we have been away for far to long, but I have much to share with you, as I;m sure you do with I."

She nodded. She didn't dare to speak immediately, for her tone might betray the turmoil of emotions inside her chest. Shyr shifted lazily, and he slowly got up on his paws, shaking his body to dislodge the dry leaves clinging to his pearly white fur. He made eye contact with the dark elf, projecting his consciousness into his so he could hear him as he spoke. 'So do we. Although life can get a bit monotonous around these parts.' The large white wolf glanced at Elanor, his words ringing solely inside her head now. 'I trust you will do the right thing.'

Elanor watched him with a lump forming in her throat as he trotted off, disappearing into the bushes. His paws beating against the crunchy Autumn leaves faded away, leaving the two of them in silence. It seemed that even the blackbirds had hushed their singing. The forest was holding its breath. Elanor turned around slowly, and rested her back against the rope ladder, entwining her fingers on its coarse structure for support. She was biting her lip very hard now, a tic from long ago that had persisted through the years of solitude. Shaking her head, she held the bow more loosely, now grasping it with only her fingertips. "I'm sorry," she uttered, not without an effort. "I changed. This forest has changed me. And I don't really know..." she paused to catch her breath, which seemed so much more shallow than usual. "...I don't know how I feel about it." I don't know how I truly feel about you, either, she thought. It's... complicated. I wanted to be with you. Now I feel like I'm the one who's wrong here; like I don't fit anymore. Have I changed too much?

She didn't know whether Ragne could hear her or not; controlling both her mind and her body at once was well beyond her now. It didn't matter, anyway. She was tired of this. So tired. She drew in another deep breath, trying to clear up her mind.

"Let's go up."

|| sienna

Sienna walked into the cottage in a rush, and nearly forgot to de-activate the set of traps lining the doorframe. Of course, these wouldn't do much damage - or even activate - with incorporeal beings as the spirits, but when it came to flesh, be it elven, human or anything in-between, they were certainly lethal, and testing them on herself wasn't very high on Sienna's to-do list. She felt around the doorframe's woodwork, standing on her toes to reach a spot to the right. Her precarious balance nearly made her fall over, but she was used to doing this every time she walked in and out of the door. With a metallic clink, she felt a small string pop up beneath her fingertips and she let go, walking into the cottage with an apologetic shrug at the spirits. "Gotta be prepared. You never know..." she grinned, but the grin faded from her lips as she noticed the mess her place was.

The one-room cottage was divided into two sides: the kitchen, with all sorts of metal and leather containers hanging from hooks above the fireplace, and the bedroom, where her worn-out bed sheets laid on a bundle over her bunk bed's mattress. Besides the bunk bed, there were two stools and a small wooden table attached to the wall on one side, on top of which was a large collection of half-burned candles and various basic survival items: a hunter's knife, a piece of flint, several colored glass bottles containing herb-based medicine, among other objects of practical nature. She hung her water skins on a iron hook just besides the improvised stove and crossed the room swiftly. On her way to the kitchen side of the room, she gave the bed sheets a rough tug so that they looked a little less messy. When the lion shura spoke, she nearly tripped over her own feet. That voice sounded like it could move mountains on its own.

"May I also ask you to service me a bowl of water?"

"Ah!... Sure," Sienna nodded, rushing back towards the water skins and grabbing a wide wooden bowl on her way. Her nimble fingers untied the laces that held the leather together on its upper section and carefully poured the sparkling liquid into the bowl. She placed it down in front of the majestic lion totem and stepped back respectfully. "There you go."

"Perhaps start a pot of tea, we have much to discuss if you so wish to meet that young one inside you!"

Sienna turned, smiling briefly at the ice spirit. "Sounds about right," she agreed, making for an iron kettle and again filling it with fresh water. She picked up the flint and the knife and flicked the blade against the stone in two expert strokes. The flying sparks fell into the little stove, lighting the dry hay instantly. In a matter of moments, flamed licked the firewood, and Sienna put the kettle down on the metal grid. While she waited for the water to boil, she sought the right herbs for a morning tea. The dried plants hung bunched up by strings from the ceiling; this was the best method to dry them without having them gather any mold, or so she had been told by her mother, back at the farm. Her hands quivered at this thought, and she accidentally dropped a bunch of herbs to the dirt ground. She hissed a curse and bent down to gather them in her hands. These can't be used anymore. With a regretful glance at the dusty leaves, she threw them into the fire. A fresh, dewy scent filled the room as they shriveled under the heat and finally caught on flames, until there was nothing left of them but ashes.

To distract herself from thoughts of home, she attempted to start a conversation as she poured the boiling water into three bowls and dipped new, fresh herbs into them. "So... How long did it take you to find your totem?" she asked Brie. She was genuinely curious about that - all these years she had wondered whether all totems took a long time to reveal themselves, or if she was just a really slow one. She hoped the first answer was the correct one.

[Rayen]

{ bump c:
oh, and happy halloween everyone! <3 }

[snowshoe.]

[I'm afraid I'm going to have to quit this roleplay.... I probably shouldn't have joined in the first place, being busy and all, but I really couldn't help myself. I apologize.]

[softballsava]

((Happy Belated Halloween, lol, and Switchfoot. we all appreciate that you tried, but we understand this rp takes a lot of dedication))

[Rayen]

{ @Switch: Awh, that's okay, we can understand c; I've had to do that myself a couple of times recently, so don't worry. See you around <3 }

[softballsava]

((I'm waiting for Emmaishere to replyy))

[cazio]

He felt like he was a lamb being lead to the slaughter by some inbred demonic pony. That same pony was practically buckling underneath him, and he could almost hear Neve chuckling behind him. His legs could brush the bottom of the little horse's belly, an dthsi thing was not anywhere close to starving. As he expected, the...creature noticed him. She was floating like a ghost as she came towards him, so she was failing to project a human appearance. When she landed however, she looked like a normal girl, but her eyes seemed to tell that she was much older. "Assume no one in that hellish place is human." He heard Altair's words ringing in his head as she walked towards him, her slender form looked as if it might blow away with the wind.

"My my, what do we have here..." She closed in on him, and he rand his thumb across the ring on his finger that activated his hidden blade. She looked human, so maybe he could kill her if she got too close. For now, she seemed to be examining him, her smooth blonde hair swinging back as she gazed up at him, making him feel like some animal for show. He gritted his teeth, daring her to attack him. "What brings such a strong human to the forest?" He nearly snorted. Flattery won't work with me, miss. He thought to himself. He saw her cast a glance at his arsenal, and felt a little better about the situation. She'd been warned he had weapons, now it would be perfectly moral if he killed her. Not that it would have mattered, but dead women weren't nearly quite as fun as living ones."What brings you here senore?" His facial features must've given it away, but he was surprised she knew nay of his native language. Then she stopped, and looked at him expectantly, he hair swishing by her face as the wind blew through the clearing. Merda, she better not think I'm mute. He thought to himself, looking away from her. She was probably a siren, sent to seduce him so she could lure him into her trap, she was certainly beautiful enough.

As if on cue, leonardo entered their little encounter, his eyes twinkling as if he knew exactly what was going on. Screw you. Alonso spat.



The scene was so typical of one of Ezio's students that Leonardo nearly laughed. A beautiful woman always seemed to find one of them, though Arno warned that she was no human. It appeared he actually came too late, and that Alonso hadn't gotten much of a chance to be tested into speaking.
"Hmm, interesting. You seem to have an aura quite different of any spirits I've met." Leonardo greeted, his usual smile on his lips. "I see you've found my apprentice. Alonso, why don't you leave the women alone for once?" He chuckled, though Alonso looked as if he might strangle him.
"I didn't say anything to her!" Alonso spat.
"Oh hush, did I say you had?" He rolled his eyes, absoulutely loving this game. The trick had been quite simple, leave Alonso a lone and send Arno to do some of the dirty work for him. He turned to the spirit. "I'm sorry if he intruded on your territory Miss. He's not allowed to talk to anyone but me for the moment, until he's proved he can handle himself. Evidently, he cannot." Alonso's lips curled in a snarl, but his blazing amber eys were hidden by the shadow of the hood. "Pardon us, but we'll be on our way now." He spoke as if it may have been an invitation, becaus ein all honesty he wanted to study her and find out just what kind of spirit she was. She's an old one, that's all i know. Arno commented absently. Like everything else in this forest. Leonardo added.

[MeadowBrooke]

((Sorry this is so short! My brain is dead right now :'( ))
Rinayla liked the small house. It was comfy and had the air of a place well lived in. She sat and observed as Sienna went about her buisness, bustling about and talking to Brie all the while. Running her slender fingers through her hair Rinayla kept her dark eyes busy, taking in all that was in the house. The only time she spoke was when Brie addressed her. More about myself? The thought was interesting; she hadn't spoken to anyone about her past or who she was in a very long time. She tipped her head, her eyes settling to a darker blue as she looked at the ice spirit. ''There truly isn't much of interest to tell.'' She slipped over the words a little and flipped her hair over her shoulder in exhasperation. ''But what would you like to know?''

[softballsava]

Not wanting to argue with her Ragne just scaled the ladder to the opening of the house. He let out a small sigh as he caught scent of Elanor and his fangs tried to come out but soon his body reregistered the smell. it was one of sheer joy and plesure. Of happiness, and of the one who made his decision to become this- well truly this monster was for the women. Rage reached the top of the tree house and sensing that Elanor and Shyr were still talking mentally he broke into he mind as he turned her around to face his deep blue eyes.

You question whether I still love you, I can sense it Elanor. But do you realize what it took for me to be able to do this-to speak to your without any words coming out of our mouths? I swore to be bound to you and to protect you. Elanor I searched for so long for you, I did everything I could to find you.

Ragne's eyes showed the determination that he faced to try to get her back. The search he put up everyday to try to find Elanor. His eyes searched softly over hers and he brushed a hair out of her way suddenly it all ran out over his thoughts, jumbled up into a mess of explanation and a burst of passion and anger.

It insults me that you do not remember what I gave to be with you, and the vow that you made to be with me. Forever. I have stayed awake at night trying to think of what I would say when I found you. How foolish you were to ever leave my side, how angry I was at myself for failing and how everyday for the past fiver years my only will to live has been to find you. And now that I find you, it's like your spitting in my face, saying you've changed when I can tell you are alone and frightened, a sense that you would never disclose to anyone but even Shyr has noticed how you have been trying to stay away. Elanor.. He took her hands softly in his,then aloud finally said;

"I couldn't be any more in love with you, and I know this isn't me, but I need you to shake these feelings, its not you. I need you back. I have searched five years for you. if you really don't share the same feelings let me know now and I will leave you be, return to the underworld and be lost but Elanor, to me, you are my everything." he said his piercing eyes looking deep into hers as if trying to read her heart. "Either spare me or be with me" he said to her softly.

"So... How long did it take you to find your totem?"

Brie smiled at this question as she gave Rasha a pat. "He more or less found me I think. When we found each other the shura's previous leader was an elf that instead of turning to an ice spirit in her morning she died of a broken heart as many shura's can experience. You see we become very fragile creatures and our emotions are very hard to keep a grip on." She then let out a small chuckle. "I screamed when I first met him, it startled me quite a bit. I was the first shura in my family so I had no idea what he was, I was made fun of all my childhood for things I knew I felt it turned out Rasha eventually figured out he had to come to me instead of me to him. And I have been destined to become the new leader. Of course at this time I could have been no more than your age. But I soon fell into the rhythm and becoming a trained shura takes a lot of work. Especially to have a shura that can speak aloud, usually only the highest shura's can have totems that perform this, you will talk to yours through each other minds." she said all of this with a genuine smile then turned back to Rinyala.

"Oh, tell me anything young one. I can share anything you want about me also, but I know dragon spirits many times don't enjoy talking about their past so I understand." she said her small smile still glinting as beautifully as always.

I don't know what to write for Kaja..

((WIP))