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

[webkinzfan12]

((Me neither...*goes pale* G-g-gay? Da Vinci was gay? I no longer want to play...
Moondancer:My gosh we're going to have a lot of assassin's creed characters...And no more crush for Alura. Everyone else is too old XD))

[Moondancer]

(( Awww, poor Alura XD That's because Assassin's creed is awesome! *happy dance* I could try to bring Caele back in somehow, just bring him in, strolling through the forest or something ))

[webkinzfan12]

((Avatar the last Airbender is Awesomer XD! Why not?))

[Moondancer]

(( Avatar is pretty awesome Sokka FTW! XD ))

[webkinzfan12]

((Bump =D I love Sokka! ))

[cazio]

(( Yeah, its suspected that his partner was his assistant in his workshop. *shrugs* I'll probably just keep him liking neither boys nor girls. (-.- don't take that the wrong way . . . lol)

"Hey stag back off, I'm done probing." she said to him shakign her head. "shura's.." she muttered under her breath and her griffin sensed her anger gritting its beak together. "Ayh, ayh." she said to him calming him back down. "I can sense how insecure you feel about me, but i have no use in sucking your blood meniacly." she said shaking her head. "elves don;t even understand." she muttered as she walked off towards the house. "Graci for everything Leonardo." she said once she was standing in the doorway. he griffin stayed in his place though. It was obvious that his mind was still connected with hers, and he was as much a threat as she was. "oh, I almost forgot." she said to Leonardo, "He doesn;t have poison tallons." she said shaking ehr head.

Arno seethed, materializing behind Leonardo once more. "Stay away from him." Arno messaged Leonardo loud and clear, though the words were for Faque. Leonardo smiled, scribbling down some more note son the griffin. "almost shura/totem bond . . . . no poison talons . . . . " He smiled when he wrote the last bit, though it was al in italian of course, in his special code. Noticing that Faque had started for the house he followed.
"Do you think . . .. whoever owns this house, would be offended if I came in with you?" He paused, and looked at the ground. "I know I'm an uninvited guest, and I don't want to seem like I'm barging in . . . "

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((and now . . . . the moment you've all been waiting forrrrrr . . . ALTAIR AND EZIO! woot!))

"It's gone, I'm sure of it." Altair snarled, clutching the reins tighter. "It's as if God wants us to do away with the whole thing." Ezio laughed at that and pulled Rohan to a complete stop. They'd been galloping along for hours, straining for their eagle only to find none. "God does want us to do away with the whole thing my friend. It wield more power that we will ever know. I bet not even Rafiq knows of what it can do." Ezio stopped then, biting his lip, scolding himself. Altair sat back in the saddle and for once, a look of . . . . sadness? Ezio couldn't tell, he'd only seen Altair show sadness once. Here. Ezio never figured out why, but his instincts told him it was knowledge Altair intended to take to his grave.
"Al Mualim knew its powers." Was all he murmured and an incredulous look came across Ezio's face.
"Don't even say that name! It boils my blood just to hear it spoken aloud! He destroyed us all, knowledge or no knowledge!" Ezio snapped.

"Il mio figlio, you cannot let revenge consume you as it does." His father Giovanni lay a hand on his shoulder as Ezio's lungs heaved.
"But Padre! They throw insults at us as if we are beggars! They need to be shown how an Auditore talks back!" Giovanni sighed.
"Ezio, you are being given an opportunity no Patzi will ever get. You are going to be trained alongside Fredreco to be an Assassin! Assassins must be nameless and not hasty to exact their revenge. You must learn to control that rage, figlio. It is the same with grapes, you can eat them now or stomp them into wine, and get drunk on them later!" His father laughed and straightened himself, adjusting his collar. Ezio swallowed his rage that day, at the young age of five, before his assassin training began and became deadset on the ways of the kill.

"Perhaps." Altair murmured, "Or perhaps he attained something that we could not. And we perceived it as evil." Suddenly Altair sat up, shaking his head. What am i doing? I saw Al Mualim . . . .

-FLASH BACK!-
"Altair! Altair! Come out from wherever you're hiding! Rafiq told us to go inside the castle gates!" Malik's calls entered the ears of a small boy, not older than 10, hiding in a hay cart. He couldn't believe Malik hadn't looked inside; didn't he know that all assassins hide in hay? Guess not. And his stupid methods of trying to get him to come out of hiding. How pathetic. Altair clutched his wooden practice sword in waiting. He had to be coming soon. He was getting itchy and all this hay was getting stuck to his hair.
"Altair! Hurry! Come on, the gates are closing!" Malik called and Altair heard the panic in his brother's voice. He was really scared to lose wasn't he? Malik must have been close because Altair heard his small footsteps bolting towards the castle. Altair poked his head from the hay and opened his mouth to call out to Malik but he couldn't find his voice. the gate really was closing and Malik had just slid under in time. Great, now I'm going to miss a drill. Rafiq won't be happpy about that one. He turned his head to hide back into the hay and froze. A group of armored Templars was approaching and their bald leader was instantly recognized in Altair's mind. Antiono Zaheed. He led the Templars at the head and he never left his castle except to fight, or negotiate but Altair doubted he was planning on that today. They had their swords unsheathed and the guards behind him chased away the civilians who were walking by and they screamed, running into their shacks.Altair ducked into the hay put peered through the some openings and watched them march by hearing their grunts and he could touch their chain mail should he have reached out. Had he been older he would have killed Antonio right there, but as a boy he had been too afraid.

They reached the castle gate and were met by a few of the guards, all who were actually assassins. The Templars knew this though, and weren't going to fall for any tricks.
"Templars coming out of their holes to come and pick a fight? Can you believe this?" One of the guards taunted. A Templar spit at him from below. Altair reached to his boot, puling out a silver dagger. Rafiq had bestowed it to him early on and Altair remembered that as the first indication that he was a special one of the group. No other boy in the group had a dagger or anything metal whatsoever. Altair slipped from the hay cart and jumped onto the window above on the house it was resting against. He slipped up the wall like a lizard, and sat on the roof.
"If Rafiq refuses to listen, we refuse to relent!" He heard Antonio call, answered by the roar of his band of guards. They charged forward and Altair gasped as the gates opened to the castle. A traitor! An assassin guard rushed them inside and soon the clang of metal rang into the afternoon sky. Altair looked towards the gate of his city and coming down the hillside was a much larger troop of Templars and judging by the quailty of their clothes, they were good at fighting. He inhaled deeply, using the technique Rafiq had recently taught him. The sky was darkening and Altair's Eagle Vision took over. the faintest glow emitted from the enemies but it had gotten bette since Altair had been practicing. He jumped from teh roof and sped towards the gate. He had a long way to run, but he was confident he could reach the gate in time.

He sprinted down the slope that lead to the gate just as the Templars appeared. Altair leapt for the switch, Rafiq had invented a kind of metal thing atht shut the doors with a pull of a stick! Or so that's what they said. He landed on the stick with all his weight and it just barely budged. he heaved downward and slowly the gate started closing. He gritted his teeth and shoved harder as he heard the Templars come for the gate at running speed, seeing as it was closing. The gate slammed shut just in time but Altair's eyes widened. A Figure with a red Templar helmet was panting heavily, he must have just slid under the gate in time. Altair held his blade as he practiced and called out; "Hey you! Templar scum!" The Templar started to laugh at teh sight of a child picking a fight with him.
"As you wish." he grumbled and Altair narrowed his eyes. the Templar lifted his mace and ran at him and swung, Altair sliding to the rigt just in time. I'm going to have to dodge, I can't counter him with a shortblade. The Templar swung wildly and Altair felt the air rush past his face as the mace barely missed. Altair jumped back to avoid the next blow and got the impression that this Templar was a bit drunk. He was still an impressive fighter for a drunkard. Altair swung his dagger and caught the Templar's arm as he swung again.
"You'll die for that!" The Templar swore at him and Altair felt the cold stone of a wall behind him. The mace swung into the air towards him and Altair prepared for the skull-crushing impact that was sure to hit him. Instead the deafening crack sounded from just in front of him and a heavy weight slammed Altair onto the ground. Wet thick liquid flooded onto Altair's hands and face and he recognized the smell. Blood. A lifeless body lay on him now and Altair scrambled from beneath it. Death was no stranger to him; he had experienced the executions of thieves and other in the city, but when Altair turned to face the Templar the fear left him. An arrow had pierced the helmet and he looked back to see that face.

No. He'd forgotten that day, with much effort. He was young and did not believe what he had seen. Al Mualim was a double-edged blade and Altair had seen both ends and each was just as sharp. Altair looked to the sky to ease his mind but was annoyed to find dark clouds rolling in. And to think it had been snowing a few hours ago. A rumbled of thunder answered his thoughts.
"Let's find a dry spot, theres bound to be one here. The horses need rest." Shadeem snorted as if in reply and ALtair just noticed that his steeds legs were trembling. Or was that him? He couldn't tell.

[softballsava]

((o.O small book? Well I have to respond for 4 charries, wait now its like 6.. because of the two shuras and Shyr.. well I'll respond tonightt.))

[cazio]

(( haha i had to dig through the old lOnely Forest to find that flashback, I wasn't about to re-write it. xD

[webkinzfan12]

((I remember that flashback! XD You guys need to write a book. I'm think about making a story based on this. Can I use your characters?))

[cazio]

(( I can't really give my charrie sto use, they're (c) to Ubisoft. x3 ))