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

[webkinzfan12]

((Ish okay, Emma. Blurgh, I hate when it happens to me. XD And I love your new sig pic! When did that happen?
Sava: Could Azula meet up with Faque? Or maybe Jun?))

[Rayen]

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[cazio]

(( I changed it yesterday, and drew it yesterday. xD ))

[Rayen]

Pointed teeth? Dio mio! Ezio though as she smiled at him. He bowed at her compliment, flashing his own pearly whites.
"Il mio nome è Ezio. Ezio di'Auditore de Firenze. Pleased to meet you." He replied, savoring the fact that he got to have even a half-italian conversation with anyone here. Something inside him hissed a warning, but Ezio pushed the feeling away then decided to make a note of it. Altair would kill me if he knew I'd rejected a warning. Instincts were an assassins first weapon.
"Altrettanto m'Lady. It's not everyday beauty of your caliber graces me." Cheesy, yes, but it got them every time. he laughed at her comment on the forest, this place was rather dank and dark compared to the open air of his homeland.

"Take no offense donna, but may I ask what . . . . eh, species you are? Well, besides an angela." He grinned.

-KATERYNE-

She grinned slightly again. ''Thank you again.'' she kept pretending she was embarassed. Gosh, on her old life her dream was to be an actress. It seemed like she had accomplished it. She laughed inside. Life sometimes was full of sarcastic twists. ''Ezio... I think I must have heard your name somewhere before... I don't know why, it sounds familiar to me...'' she wondered aloud. Then she remembered her scheme. Ah yes. Her mind was very prone to... drift away. But right now she couldn't let it slip away again. She fixed her own mistake easily. ''But it has to be my immagination. I think that if I had met any gentiluomo like you before, I'd remember it.'' she smiled, in a playful chuckle with a touch of an evil grin.

''Besides an angela?'' she smiled again. Ah well. ''You're asking what I was before or after death?'' she closed her eyes. She knew that question would, at least, surprise him a bit, and give her time to trace more of her plan. She decided it wouldn't matter if she revealed her identity. ''I'm an ice spirit, but before I was a human girl. An assassin killed me. An assassin like you.'' she started walking around Ezio's horse, her eyes gleaming dangerously in pure crimson flames. But then she halted, and seemed to laugh softly at herself. ''But fear me not. I don't keep ressentments.''

That wasn't, in any way, true.

-ELANOR-
''I signed my soul to the underworld, the devil himself, so crosses can hurt some vampires, yes, but not Faque and myself, on us they would just break."

Elanor's eyes widened in shock.
Her world seemed to be surpassed by an earthquake.
Well, what were you expecting? she asked herself. He's an assassin. He's from the Brotherhood. It's natural, and he won't hurt you, he's your protector... right? Well... Who could she trust now? What now?
She felt very lost, and when she searched for Shyr's conscience it did not help to feel him intentonally blocking her. What could be going on with him? Now that she felt like a little homeless child... What now?

At the brink of despair, Elanor slipped onto her shura mind, and was surprised to see it had changed. It now looked like a rainy forest, the tree's branches twining and clinging onto each other creating a dark green natural roof, that filtered the light and left everything under it on the shadow's maze it cast. Well, nothing new here. But there was a large and dark pond at her left side, whose glossy waters waved softly, even though not the slightest breeze would be felt. Her spectral form moved towards the water. Dark, deep - a mass of worries and fears. She shivered. Not nice, not at all.

But the marshy pool, in some way, attracted her as a magnet, pulling her to its abyssal depths. It was scary, very scary - but Elanor felt the urge, like a desperate need to touch the water. Just to dip the tips of her fingers. Only that; nothing more. Slowly she stepped forwards and leaned towards the dark liquid mirror. How strange, she thought, that I can't see my own reflection.

Then she saw the water's surface, trembling in soft, small waves that grew larger and larger with each one. As if the water as well longed to touch her. Elanor's skin shuddered again. The dark tide touched her toes, and it wasn't cold, nor hot. Instead, with it came an unexpected and heavy flow of memories. Good, bad and bittersweet, but all of them were from this last year, since the day she had ran away from the Forest Palace and to embrace her life's complete change.
And... Was she still Elanor...?

"No...NO!"
She knew that feeling. Three days ago, she had been drowning too - but, at that time, it seemed easier, because she did mean it. Oh, so easier. No cold, no pain.
Close your eyes and I'll take you away, a voice whispered softly into her thoughts. Elanor did not let go. She had only a slight conscience of the dark waters of doubt that were trying to kill her.
"I don't want to go!"
Fighting seemed effortless, but this was a battle she didn't want to lose. She wanted to live... And to see Ragne again, no matter if he had sold his soul to the Devil himself. Elanor loved him, and that wouldn't change in any way. She simply had to make it through, no matter how. She had to... breathe...

At the same time those thoughts strolled into her mind, the memories faded and grew lighter. Yet Elanor couldn't breathe. The waters were no longer offering resistance, but the struggle had tired her too much. She felt like fainting - and all went dark.

Outside her mind, Elanor's body fell to the floor with a muffled thud.

((Edit: I finished And btw, Elanor isn't dead XD ))

[softballsava]

((yupp, waiting ish finee))

[cazio]

((Sava: I'm getting BUBBLEGUM MEDS! lol haven't tried it yet! xD))

Arno snorted. He did not like this idea of being controlled by anyone besides his master, and certainly not by a lion. He could not help the snarls in his brain that screamed for him to flee. Those massive jaws were certainly terrifying and he'd seen predatory creatures turn on even their owners. Now, it probably wasn't the same with shuras, but instincts are instincts. He stood on his stick-like legs, nimble, build for speed. And jumping. There was nothing so great as the feeling of flying through the air through the leafy forest, unless of course, you were being chased by something that wanted your meat on a plate. He arrived in front of Rasha, he shifted to a more comfortable standing position. His eyes automatically pinpointed the nearest exit, which happened to be the window. Just in case.

"Arno, I see a bright future in you."

Is that so . . . . . would you tell me if you hadn't? He thought bitterly. He wouldn't say it to that brave face, that happened to be full of massive fangs built for snapping necks like his. His skin crawled at the feeling.

"And what future is that?"

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"Oh! I . . . " Leonardo fumbled with his necklace nervously, then let out a nervous laugh at Ragne's "joke". He whipped out a quill and began writing furiously, covering all of the topics Ragne had just revealed.
"Well, to tell the truth I haven't studied shura anatomy before, I figured it was the same as humans, just stronger. I guess I just assumed out blood was that blue-purple color because it was . . . well . . . dead human blood." Anatomy was another favorite field of study for him, he found it improved his artistic skill as well as his intellect. His letters spiraled illegibly across the page, in Leonardo's own language of sorts. He swapped french, english and italian randomly in his writings, which were all written so that they could only be read through the reflection of a mirror. He'd had to study it for years before being able to write as quickly as he could now. ((Leonardo actually did this reflection-writing xD ))

"So what does kill a vampire like yourself?" he laughed at the question. "Not that I'm going to kill you or anything, I just want to know! As most scholars would, if they had the chance." He grinned, but was staring into space.

"Leonardo, dear amico, could you fetch me that bottle?" Lorenzo asked, not looking up from his book, his finger pointing at a small corked bottle. Leonardo reluctantly left his marble piece and picked up the small package. He strode over to Lorenzo's massive work desk and placed it in front of him. "Here it is Ser Lorenzo." Lorenzo nodded, grasping it.

"Come look at this Leonardo, but do keep it a secret." Leonardo's eyes flashed as he swung around the desk to look down at the script. Detailed drawings or bloody killings and vampire fangs filled one page, and the next was filled with sketches of staked vampires and burning bodies.

"What . . . . book is this?" Was all he could mutter, following the words and imgining the stories they told. 'They spared no women or children, their fang marks embedded on every neck. Blood poured from every crevice . . . ' He inhaled sharply, tracing the pages with his finger.

"A book of dark tales and accounts. Supposedly true. They were given to me by the Church to dispose of, but I kept them. Perhaps they could come of use, I said. And they have, in more ways than you yet know!" Lorenzo whispered, his eyes checking the door to the workshop. He grabbed the vial. "Leonardo, I need you to make a recipe for this liquid. It is vital to the survival our family." Leonardo's eyes widened.
"Of course! May I ask what it is?" he looked inside to see a clear liquid, that looked to him just like water. Lorenzo pulled a knife from his desk and cut his finger. Leonardo gasped as Lorenzo smudged the blood onto his pure white sleeve.
"Watch, my student." He pulled the cork from the vial and swished a tiny amount of the liquid away and it quickly turned blood red, but seemed to float over the shirt's fabric, not soaking it. Lorenzo used another cloth to wipe up the liquid and Leonardo blinked in surprise to see the blood gone.

Then the memory ended abruptly and Leonardo felt like he was grasping the rest of it, but could not see. Ignoring this, he turned his gaze to Ragne again.

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-KATERYNE-

She grinned slightly again. ''Thank you again.'' she kept pretending she was embarassed. Gosh, on her old life her dream was to be an actress. It seemed like she had accomplished it. She laughed inside. Life sometimes was full of sarcastic twists. ''Ezio... I think I must have heard your name somewhere before... I don't know why, it sounds familiar to me...'' she wondered aloud. Then she remembered her scheme. Ah yes. Her mind was very prone to... drift away. But right now she couldn't let it slip away again. She fixed her own mistake easily. ''But it has to be my immagination. I think that if I had met any gentiluomo like you before, I'd remember it.'' she smiled, in a playful chuckle with a touch of an evil grin.

''Besides an angela?'' she smiled again. Ah well. ''You're asking what I was before or after death?'' she closed her eyes. She knew that question would, at least, surprise him a bit, and give her time to trace more of her plan. She decided it wouldn't matter if she revealed her identity. ''I'm an ice spirit, but before I was a human girl. An assassin killed me. An assassin like you.'' she started walking around Ezio's horse, her eyes gleaming dangerously in pure crimson flames. But then she halted, and seemed to laugh softly at herself. ''But fear me not. I don't keep ressentments.''

That wasn't, in any way, true.

"Charmed." Ezio replied, still sporting a grin. Something's not right here . . .. the feeling had grown. Thank you Altair! He found himself less surprised than expected to hear she was undead, after all, her snow white hair practically glowed. Everything in this forest just has to have a catch doesn't it?

"An assassin like you."

That couldn't be good. He was almost certain it was no one from his Creed, they often did not kill women unless they were Templars. If they had, she would have to have done quite an evil deed to get Al Mualim to want to kill her. Before Rafiq, only the worst, most provocative enemies caught Al Mualim's attention. So many lives could have been saved . . . . Ezio felt anger burning inside him at the thought of that hideous dictator. Ezio knew Altair had killed mercilessly when he was a senior assassin, in an attempt to rise to Master Assassin, no doubt. Poison blades and hidden blades were the cleanest kill but he knew many assassins who chose the ever-painful shortblade to make a kill. Shortblade kills were terrifying, even more so than sword kills. Grab and enemy by the head from behind, tip their head back and slice the throat. That was the cleanest they could offer, he wouldn't go into detail on the others. He couldn't help it, but shortblade kills were his second favorite to hiddenblades.

Anyhow, he knew from experience that it did not matter who did the killing, an assassin form his creed or not. Anger was a wildfire. Families of the dead were constantly throwing themselves at assassins from his creed, simply because they knew that they were killers. An idiotic rouge assassin had often been the cause of creating such attackers. Rouges killed for money and left a trail of blood, clues and raw pain for the dead. They had no respect for the kill like Ezio did.

"Respect death, Ezio, for there will be a time when you die too." His uncle's warning after his first sloppy kill.

"I don't mean to call you a liar donna, but I do not believe you. To be killed by another human being is something one does not 'let go' or forgive and rightly so. " He murmured. Rohan threw his head up, almost leaping away from her.

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“So, Leonardo, do you have any questions for me?” She asked. She wondered if she could help with anything.

((Erm, did you see this?))

[cazio]

(( Yeah I was just having him finish his convo with Ragne first :3 ))

[webkinzfan12]

(("Kay =3 Just wanted to make sure. Reply later...I'm tired and may or may not have fencing tomorrow. And can I order a picture like the one drew?))

[Rayen]

((hey sava I edited Elanor's I'll do Shyr's and finish Kateryne' laterrr... I'm typing on my cell phone, and it's late here...))