Lonely Forest II - (elf/spirit/human RP)

[Rayen]

Elanor shook her head to Brie. ''Sure. More than often, in the Forest Palace, when jugglers and storytellers came. That was my favourite.''
She put her hand on Ragne's shoulder. How much she had missed that proximity...

[cazio]

Guess who's backkk, thanks to sava!

Race: Human
Type: (if you're an elf)
Gender: Male
Name: Altair
Age: 25
Appearance: http://eatourbrains.com/EoB/wp-content/ ... altair.jpg
Are you evil? Depends on you viewpoint.
Can you fight? Heck yeah!
Crush: None. He plans to keep it that way.
Other: Part of Ezio's Creed.

Race: Human
Type: (if you're an elf)
Gender: Male
Name: Ezio D'Auditore de Firenze
Age: 18
Appearance: http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/59 ... _super.png
Are you evil? Depends on your viewpoint, but mostly viewed as good.
Can you fight? Yussss!
Crush: he's a playa, if your a girl, you'd better watch out!
Other: Part of Altair's Creed.

[Rayen]

(( Emma you be accepted only if you try not to exxagerate in posting ))

[cazio]

(( I have a lot less time to spare now, so no worries. ))

[Rayen]

(( Okay I trust your word ))

[cazio]

"It looks exactly the same. From what i remember anyway." Ezio chuckled as he rode his black stallion through the endless trees of the forest. The ground still kicked up dust from the drought and Ezio didn't like the fact that they'd be easily traceable from above. The scar on his lip twinged as he smiled at Altair bored look as they plodded along the path.

"You'd think Rafiq would have learned never to send us here again." Altair mumbled darkly. I do not want to visit this forest after this, not ever. He'd hated almost every moment here, especially his disasterous episode right before they'd left. If he laid eyes on that elf girl again he'd sworn to kill her and her little friend. This forest was chalk full of witchery and forgein powers that Altair had no interest in. Rafiq however had wanted more. "You bring tales of mythical creatures Altair! Elves and spirits! How can you expect us to not want more knowledge my son! Knowledge is power, and the Creed can use this valuable information, especially since the Templars have no knowledge of it." Altair still couldn't understand what could be so great about this place. It was a nicer version of hell in his eyes. Demons and strange creatures lurking everywhere.

"Hey, at least we got some time back home." Ezio mumured, feeling much better about returning when his family knew where he was, so if he died they would know where to find him. He smiled at the thought and how it was always first to cross his mind. Such is the life of an assassin I suppose. He thought, whisking Rohan into a steady canter. Altair had reclaimed his old steed, Shadeem who was keeping a steady beat alongside him. Ezio often felt bad for his friend, he knew Italy wasn't anything like Jerusalem. Altair didn't seem to mind however, as always.

Altair looked to the sky, his dark brown eyes narrowing at a faint black shape in the sea of blue.
"There we go." He clcuked hsi tongue and gave a sharp kick to Shadeem and the white-grey arabian headed into a gallop. Ezio called to Rohan and the black steed reared before setting off after the pair in front.

[webkinzfan12]

((Yay! Emma's back! *glomps*))
Alura looked up at Elanor and Ragne. It's going to be...something bad. I can't stay and hear it. She thought, standing up. "I need to go..." She said, running out. It was too much. Lolimer and Ragne...brought back to many terible memories.
"Alura. go back to the village!" Larin's strong voice said.
"No, daddy! I don't wanna leave you like mommy!" Six year-old Alura said. Tears streaked her face.
"Listin! Everything will be alright. Go find Paku and Sokka." He said calmly.
"Listin to your father, girl." The assassin said.
Alura took another look at her father, and ran...a scream sounded...
Alura sat on a branch of a tree. "I need to tell them. I need to find that assassin." She said, crying.

[softballsava]

((woot! emma sized post!!))

"Lollimar please master, in time I can explain, I need you here now, you are one of the reasons I came back, I still need you!" he messaged desperately through their mental bond as he awaited for his masters reply. "brie, please. ." he voiced aloud to ehr, "Let her just believe the stories, It'll be too much." he said desperately trying to find a way throught the ice spirits hard head. There had to be a way. If Elanor knew, he didn't know hw she would react to it to be honest. He needed her to be on his side to trust everything he said. .

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Brie scoffed, "Hush Ragne." was all she said befor elooking at Elanor, "It's one of my favorite stories too, but you now what, I knew that girl, and sometimes I wonder if her story gets told the right way. ." The ice spirit said softly. She looked over her shoulder as a huge golden lion came walking towards her through the forest.

It was beautiful. His mane shone like the rising sun, and his pelt was long and lucious, extremely fitting to his personality as he came to stand next to the ice spirit, and icy cold look in his eyes, the strange back drop of a lucious amber far behind them, almost in the shadows.

Brie looked at him and smiled. She reached out an almost completely translucent hand and stroked his head as he let out a large and long purr. "Do you regognize this lion?' she asked Elanor, an even wider smile on her face now as she looked into her shura spirtis eyes, and saw what they once were. It took extrodinary powers to bring your shura into the world, and normally only the highest of ranks, or the gifted could do it.

This is exactly why she forced Ragne to leave. Elanors sorrow contained her wolf shura to only mental torment, but now with the right trainign Brie could teach her. "Elanor, there was a reason for Ragne and I's strange and sudden disapearence, and he only left you because of me actually. You had to regain control before we could return to you once again." she said trying to explain as best she could.

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Ragne kissed the top of her head, and then her neck, trying to tell her he was here for her, and he knew the next words out of Brie's mouth would be the most shocking. He only hoped Elanor was ready for it all.

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"Elanor, i am not actually Brie, my name is in fact (whatever I said on the last page), strongest and head shura yet known, and you are the newest chosen to help me once we can control your shura guider this will all become clearer." she said to her blinking now for the first time and biting her lips softly waiting for what Elanor had to say.

((he is this colour:))

[Rayen]

''Briehana...'' Elanor's gaze looked surprised. ''It's a honour to meet you, Akkashura ((means head shura))'' Now that she knew who Brie really was, she felt awestruck, as if they had met for the very first time. She watched the powerful lion in front of her. ''And so will be to help you.''
She then hugged Ragne closer. She would always love him, and she hoped he knew that. She had felt so lonely.
She started to remember painfully her childhood, trying to get back the memories she first had fom the shuras. She heard of them by the first time when she was five. One year before her mom had died. Alexa, the forest queen, had known the Akkashura once. She had been the one who told her all the forest secrets. It had been long, long ago.

Suddenly, something seemed to rip apart inside her. With a scream of pain, she bent forward, falling on her knees. She felt her head pounding, and a low-toned howl inside her. The wolf had awakened.

''Brie... Ragne!'' she uttered, her sight going blurry. She knew she wouldn't manage to contain herself, she was so afraid of hurting or killing any of them. ''Watch out!'' she shouted, no more controlling her own body. She kicked the air in random directions, terrified of what she could do. Terrified of herself.

[cazio]

ooc// heres a pic of Shadeem

bic//
The pair of white-cloaked assassins whistled through the forest as quietly as humanly possibly on horseback until the clattering of hooves on cobblestone sounded as they approached the spire. A tiny village perched on the inner edge of the forest, what happened next would look quite odd to the normal citizen, but Altair and Ezio were never concerned about the citizens thoughts on the matter. Shadeem slid to a stop on the worn stone and Altair jumped from the saddle, landing on the low flat roof of one of the houses. He ran at the attached spire and ascended the wall at a run, as he started to slip down he caught a handhold and swung himself upwards with very well trained muscles. He flew up the wall with stealth and mastery until he reached the near pointed top. An iron cross sat atop the highest point and a brown eagle was perched, cocking its head at Altair. Altair Pulled himself onto the tip of the cross and as he did so the eagle swooped away. Altair balanced on the cross for a few moments to survey the land.

Ezio had his hands folded over the horn of his saddle, barely holding the reins. His hood covered the majority of his face and he just looked like a traveler stopping for a rest. Under the shadow however, he was watching for the slightest sign of movement, the smallest glimmer of metal from the treeline.
"Hello there sir, may I ask what your purpose of being here is?" An older man asked from behind and Ezios breathing slowed. A rustle of hay from behind the spire was all he needed to hear.

meanwhile, Altair steadied himself. the art of the Leap of Faith was on perfected by every assassin in the Creed. His dark brown eyes focused solely on a cart of hay far below. Suddenly, as swift as an eagle itself, he leapt, his arms spread like wings and his feet together as he glided through the air, he then curled himself in midair until he had flipped over, his timing was perfection. He landly squarely in the middle of the pile on his back.

Ezio turned slightly. "Is there a problem with my presence?" He asked cooly.
"Well, the only 'visitors' here are thieves. So I suggest you get out before the militia forces you out." Militia? If only you knew how easily I could slit your throat right now. Ezio thought, straightening.
"And what thieves do you know that wear white?" He murmured and the man looked at his feet, obviously embarrassed.
"I suggest you be the one to get out of my presence now." Ezio mumbled and the man nodded, and rubbed his neck in discomfort.

Altair was next to Ezio when the man disappeared from view.
"Its not as far as we anticipated." Altair said, but Ezio picked up some frustration.
"What is it?" Ezio asked, clucking Rohan into a smooth trot, but Shadeem's pure arabian build made Rohan look like a mule in comparison.
"Its going to be a fun little reunion." Altair hissed. Ezio smiled slightly.
"Who?"
"Ragne. Elanor. Alura. Brie." he spat the last name and Ezio almost felt pity for the ice spirit, but he knew his mission now. Returning home refreshed him of the uncleanliness of his last visit to this place, and Ezio had grown very much, in fighting and his ability to mentally defuse himself from feelings outside the creed. Sure, he had plenty of the same attitude around beautiful ladies, but once the line was drawn Ezio was a clean cut assassin, a replica of his mentor and friend.