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Post by Erik on Jun 17, 2009 17:52:50 GMT -5
Erik looked up at the screaming man, watching as he sliced some wolves up and looked at himself in the mirror. Erik sighed, refusing to even look at the sight. It was too damn odd, to put it bluntly. This man seemed to egotistic to really be any harm, so long Erik left him alone. He looked up as Darius returned, shrugging at his question. Then the man - no elf- began to speak. "It's better then nothing at all," Erik murmured, not really finding it worth talking. All he wanted to do was eat, then fall into a deep slumber. It seemed the Woods were much tiring then he had thought. He leaned further on the stump, his feet closer to the fire. With the new man here, he most likely wouldn't talk. He never did, not in a crowd. He was the odd quiet one out. It was harder to adapt to two people at once, then one at a time.
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Post by Eizer on Jun 17, 2009 19:11:50 GMT -5
Darius sighed, the new guy should be thankful that the wolves weren't able to make any open wounds on him. Erik didn't seem to know the guy neither so he presumed that he only recently came with the wolves. Using his free hand to wipe the sweat of him face, Darius couldn't resist but to complain about the mess. "The scent of the blood might attract more animals," he said in a calm voice despite being irritated. His eyes went to scan the dead wolves before looking back at the elf. "You should clean your clothes," Darius said while smiling. "Or else, you might smell like dead animals for weeks."
On the good side, they now had enough food. Darius never tried eating wolf meat before, it's not something you get to hunt everyday. They would have to pelt the wolves first, not something very difficult if it weren't for the fact that they don't have any daggers. Using the sword would be cumbersome but they didn't have much choice neither. "Skin the wolves, start with the smallest." Giving orders wasn't his forte. He tried to sound like he knew what he was doing but to be honest, he was only trying to be logical. "That way, one of us that roast it while the others take care of the rest."
The smell was close to being unbearable. Fresh bloody meat never really smelled good but wolves tend to smell even worse. "We need a bigger fire too," said Darius while pinching his nose."It will scare of any predators and if we're lucky, it might cover the smell a bit." He laughed a bit. It wasn't much of a joke but it would be best to poke fun of the situation rather than anything.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 17, 2009 19:22:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, but who needs to smell good when you have this face?" Prince asked, giving the man one of his usual smile. It took him awhile to process the order into his mind, as he stood there thinking about his amazing hair and face.
"Oh right, the wolves," Prince said, reminding himself of his tasks. Hopefully skinning them won't mess up his face, well no more blood would get on him. He quickly took out Heidao, the blade shined much more crudely in the night, even he had to admit, it looked better now.
"So like whats a bunch of human doing here in the forest? Unless you guys are lost. Most humans who wonder this far are usually lost," Prince remarked, while finishing up the first wolf.
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Post by Erik on Jun 17, 2009 20:34:02 GMT -5
Erik felt as if he were going to pass out at the notion of cutting up the wolves, it was bad enough they smelt beyond belief. He looked away from Darius and the Elf before Darius began speaking. He nodded at the fire comment, grabbing the two stones he had and making more sparks. It was slow and agonizing, but it'd work. Plus, it gave him something to do as those two skinned the wolves. Right as he finally got it, and the fire was bigger; the Elf commented on them being out here. Erik just shrugged, backing away from the fire and taking his original place on the stump. He wasn't going to talk, unless he felt the need for it. He didn't see a point of making mindless chatter, even if these two were obviously going to be his partners through out the night. He sighed, resting his chin on his knees, gaze locked on the fire. He was tempted to ask something for a brief moment, but he let it slip. Not knowing if what he had to say was even important or not.
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Post by Eizer on Jun 17, 2009 21:04:34 GMT -5
Darius was quite surprised upon hearing the first question of the elf. No matter how good someone would look, a smell like that was bound to chase anyone away from him. Darius sighed without answering his question. Turning away his attention to look at Erik, who was now completely silent, the older man went to skin one wolf. He wouldn't be able to start one as the elf already finished one. Quite puzzled by how fast he managed to cut the skin off so fast with a blade of such length, Darius simply sighed once more before going toward the fire.
"You seem to be as lost as we are," remarked the man while turning his head to face the self centered elf. "Unless you decided to hunt wolves in the middle of the night." His eyes went to check the fully skinned wolf. They are going to need something like a rack to hold them while they roast. That means they would have to get more wood. Five wolves would also way too much for three men to eat. They would have to hide the others one before flies and other insects infects them. "Let's make haste and find big branches to make a cooking rack. We'll need four of them." ordered Darius with a gentle voice. His spear would be the final piece, it would be used to holding the whole weight of the meat above the fire.
The smell wasn't so bad now, perhaps he was getting used to it. He sighed again, this was definitively going to be a weird night. "I wonder what wolves taste like. What do you guys think?"
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 17, 2009 21:16:01 GMT -5
"Wolves taste like... meat as I remember, if you cook it right, it can become so tender and juicy..." Prince carried off with his mouth drooling as he began to imagine biting into one of the wolf. He was still able to continually skin the rest of the wolves, but now he was distracted from his looks. Heidao sometimes felt it had a mind on its own and more than often, he lets the blade lead him, or was he just imagining it? At the thought of the blade, he remembered why he was in the Vanar Woods in the first place. There was probably pursuers after him, he was a wanted man now in his clan.
"Well I might seem lost, but I know where I'm going," he finished answering the man's question confidently. Thinking for a minute, it would be helpful for his survival if he followed along with this rag-tag of a group.
"My name is Prince, what are yours?" he asked, as elegantly as he could, while working on his third wolf, which was being extremely reluctant.
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Post by Eizer on Jun 18, 2009 21:49:04 GMT -5
Still very amazed by how fast the elf was able to skin these wolves, Darius seriously began to think that it was some kind of staged scenario. Moving his head to look the surrounding for any hidden pranksters, he finally concluded that he was probably over-analyzing it. Either way, it didn't matter much. Right now, his first preoccupation was to get dinner ready as fast as possible. Erik seemed a bit shy ever since the new guy came in, a bit of change from what he seen before. Well, the elf's self-absorbed attitude wasn't helping much. It was hard being sociable with him when his looks was clearly on the top of his priorities. Upon hearing the elf's name, Darius eyebrows lifted higher in surprise. Either he liked to be referred by his royalty title or perhaps did he forgot to say his name after saying that he was a prince. And what kind of Prince would go travel on his own? Darius had plenty of questions on his mind but hunger would soon take over. Anyway, it would be better to call someone Prince rather than simply saying Elf. "Darius. Just, Darius." It was easy to notice in his voice that he was clearly more focus on getting dinner ready than talking. "This is Erik," he added after seeing that his companion wasn't quite in the mood for introductions. "Let's eat and talk after." said the man with a smile. And thus, he went to search for more branches to make the cooking rack. ~°Later in the evening°~ Darius was eating slowly, there was some well roasted wolf meat left on the cooking rack. It was rather rough but it was far better than having nothing to eat. He took a small gulp from his water pouch before wiping his arm with his free hand. Good thing that he had plenty of water left. Extending his arm and water pouch toward Erik, Darius silently asked if he would like to have some too. The pouch contained enough water for tonight but it probably wasn't enough for tomorrow. But that wasn't his concern for the night; eating a good meal was.
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Post by Erik on Jun 18, 2009 22:07:01 GMT -5
Erik nodded as Darius offered him some water, taking the container and drinking some water out of it before handing it back to him. He bit into the wolf, slowly chewing at it. It was rough, rougher then jerky, even. No wonder why no one hunted these things to eat. He sighed, quietly finishing off his part of the meal before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He looked at the Elf, then Darius. "I'm shocked he isn't looking at himself in that blasted mirror," Erik mused quietly toward Darius, before he looked away from both Darius then Prince. Prince, huh, what an awkward name. This guy was much worse then the nobles back home. "I wonder..." he mumbled to himself, thinking of when it was heavily dark, and there was supposedly going to be a full moon tonight... Wouldn't it provide enough light to travel out of here? Perhaps, or give them enough light to get to Vanar. He wasn't comfortable sleeping out here, in a clearing, none the less; in the Woods. It was unnatural, plus; he wanted to get as far away from this Prince guy as possible.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 18, 2009 23:06:53 GMT -5
Prince swore there was some footstep noise as he bit into his piece of wolf. It must have been his imagination he thought staring out into the bushes and trees. Frowning, he took hold of Heidao more tightly now, ready for a strike. Than a sudden voice came into mind,"You'll be a far better swordsman if you payed less attention to yourself."
"What the hell?" he asked, out loud, now in an upright stance. What was going on here? There was definitely something talking to him a moment ago. A voice that seemed neither male nor female, but it was there!
"If you want to live, you'll have to pay less attention to yourself and more to your combat skills, if not, than I'll have to take matters into my own hand...er blade, oh by the way only you can hear me," came the voice one again. Now Prince was sure now that Heidao had a mind of its own.
"Hmph, thats what they all said, but no one was successful, how can you be?" he asked in a hushed tone close to the sword.
"Lets start with that mirror of yours," Heidao replied, coolly and calmly. Than Prince felt it, a sudden reluctance in his body as pulled out his mirror, with his free left hand. He was resisting the best he could, his whole entire body shaking, than it came. Then the moment his ego and life fell apart, the time that the mirror which projected his glory was smashed into pieces. He could actually feel most of his personality shatter just like the mirror.
"Woah, look what 'Prince' did! He smashed his precious mirror!" an elf spoke as he stepped out from the shadows of the trees. Prince was actually crying now, tears rolling down his face and his grip tightened even farther on Heidao. This was too cruel! Now those who had mocked him really actually hurt him deeply in his heart. There goes all his ego since he was born, all that was left was his anger and smite towards the death of his precious mirror. That mirror was special, it had been the only one good enough to expose his beauty to its fullest! Now that it was gone, he was nothing, but a shell.
"There much better isn't it? Now go protect yourself with your own freewill or I'll do it for you," the black blade that was sure to have come from hell continued. Prince sighed, no longer concerned for anything, but he didn't want to be controlled again for sure.
"You know the penalty, Pri-" the elf was unable to continue as Prince, sliced through his throat with the blade. That took care of him, but the others would soon to follow, truthfully this was the first time he had thought logically.
"Get your weapons up, unless you want to die, I highly doubt they would reason now that you were seen with me," he said casually, not bothering to look elegant or concerned about anything, but survival.
"Perhaps I can get myself a new mirror later," he thought to himself. "I'll smash that one as well," Heidao replied in happy-go-lucky-tune. Now he regretted taking...borrowing the sword now.
"My real name is Elvina Francesca and yes I am a male elf," he told to no one in particular, Prince felt so dead inside.
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Post by Eizer on Jun 18, 2009 23:54:32 GMT -5
First alerted by Prince's sudden shouting, Darius went to scan the meat if it had something like a bug on it. Perhaps he saw something that was disgusting enough to make him jump like a madman. Upon close inspection, well from where he was, he concluded that this elf was maybe of the crazy type. And thus, he proceeded to extend his arm to take back the water pouch from Erik when he saw that Prince was now shaking while holding his mirror. Definitively, he wasn't doing fine.
He was about to ask him if he were okay when he smashed the mirror. The sudden movement of his elf companion made Darius jump on his feet. At first he thought that he dropped it since he was shaking but it didn't seem very probable. But voluntary smashing it didn't make much sense neither since he was practically in love with his reflection. Perhaps the bug that was on his food jumped on the mirror? It was hard to tell.
Darius was about to step forward to see if Prince was okay when another elf came out of nowhere. Darius quickly turned his head toward the elf, clearly these woods were magical or something. From what he could understand, this newcomer said something about smashing a precious mirror and that he had would have to suffer because of it. Wait, all that ruckus for a broken mirror? He knew that mirrors were expensive but that was borderline crazy. And then Prince killed him. That alone made it an hundred time crazier. Was that a criminal Prince or what? Opening his mouth to say something, he was quickly interrupted by Prince.
Wait, we'll have to suffer too? Wait, did he just said die? The penalty of breaking a mirror is death? What kind of crazy law was that? When did we became the bad guys? All those event twists, made Darius very confused as he stood there silently with his jaw dropped. He blankly stared at Prince Elvina Francesca while trying to understand what was happening. "Erm..." He uttered slowly. "Erik, take the sword."
As for he, well, he'll had to remove the greasy wolf carcass from his spear that was suspended above the fire. It wasn't really pleasant to do and the spear was a bit slippery to hold. His armor was still on the ground and his stomach was full. If the sky would have fell on his head, he probably wouldn't have been surprised. Cursing himself for going into the Vänar Woods, Darius tried as best as he could to look around to see if there were any enemies. Hopefully, none of them had something that could kill them at distance. The fact that they were in a clearing would make them easy targets.
In other words, it would be best to run. "Let's run instead." It sounded like a suggestion, he didn't want to become the leader and Prince Elvina Francesca had said before that he wasn't lost. Hopefully, we would be able to guide them to somewhere safe. "It would be safer, there's only three of us and is still a kid." He was referring to Erik. Poor boy; not only was he lost in the woods with two complete strange but he now had to pay because a of crazy broken mirror death law.
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Post by Erik on Jun 19, 2009 1:34:08 GMT -5
((OOC: Yeah, I'm not writing every little detail about the reaction of what Prince did. So, I'm skipping it in my part. And, poor Erik. I swear all my characters get hurt. >.<))
Erik nodded, grabbing the sword and standing up. A kid? Ouch, now that really hurt. He wasn't that young, was he? He merely scowled as an elf came out of the tree's eying him greedily. "Oh, so your rich," it hissed, pacing about Erik as if it were a cat. "It leaves good pickings for when we get rid of the girlish prince over there," with that, Erik leaped back, avoiding a strike from the mad elf. "Come now, can't we talk this over like a couple of sophisticated adults?" He asked briefly, sure; he wasn't an adult... But he could at least reason like one. The elf laughed manically, attempting to strike Erik with the blade. Just his luck, it didn't miss. The blade struck Erik's shoulder, causing the boy to slightly curse to himself. Without a moments notice, he literally hurled the sword at the elf, causing it to graze his leg. That was an awful miss, but it'd do. "Running sounds like an excellent idea..." he muttered, gripping his shoulder as he ran from the scene. Sure, he was leaving his companions, but he sure as hell wasn't going to stand there and wait for him.
Beneath his grip, his shoulder seared with pain. At least the wound wasn't too deep, and he'd live with it. He winced as the air hit it with full impact, this made it seem even worse. He heard the elf in the background shout something, what though? He didn't know, it seemed incoherent. The only thing on his mind was to get away, the same human fear that was borne deep into his brain. "Shit," Erik muttered, finally stopping at a tree. He didn't know if the elf had caught up or not, he could only hope he didn't. He took his hand off the wound and looked at it, there was no shock seeing it covered in blood. Normally a boy of his age might stop and cry at this extent, but he tried to avoid it. He hit the ground, back still on the tree. He hugged his legs, resting his forehead on his knees.
"Think damn you, think... You have no weapon... Your hopeless... Why do I have to be dragged into this!? By some... Air..Headed... Elf..." His speech got incoherent toward the end, his lungs slamming against his chest in a painful matter. It needed air, his body needed blood. He hadn't thought the cut was that deep, but his judgment was wrong. His breathing was now labored, how... Lovely. He slightly screamed in both frustration and agony, the back of his head now on the rough bark of the tree.
Was he close to what he actually feared? Death? Wasn't he to young to die? Why was the world so cruel, and the people in it so dumb?
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 19, 2009 20:41:57 GMT -5
Prince frowned, trying to figure out some response, something to get the others out of his mess. He didn't intend to drag anyone else and was probably not thinking about it...man was he always so thickheaded? Than again, how was he sure he was ever an idiot. While in the midst of his thoughts, an arrow shot out from the depths of the forest, lodging the stone head into his right shoulder.
"I doubt we can get away from elves familiar around this area!" Prince answered Darius, while still struggling with dislodging the arrow. Pain, this was something he hadn't realized until now. Sure he had been bitten, beaten, and attacked by others, but he had always had the comfort of his precious mirror in the past. Now that he knows that it was gone and there will be no use to getting another, it sure as hell felt so much worse.
"You're not getting away from your crime dear Prince," another elf came at him with a crude blade aimed for his throat. He didn't have much time to think, but knowing better to trying a swing with an arrow stuck in his shoulder, he hightailed out of there, racing for the location of Erik. He tugged and shook the arrow, until it finally came free from the flesh. He thanked the gods for the luck that it wasn't poison tipped at all. Why wasn't Heidao helping?
"Work you useless piece of stick!" Prince yelled at the blade, but soon found the tip of it pressed against his neck.
"Who are you calling a stick? I am an embodiment of magic, show some respect boy! Now go help the other boy that is probably in serious trouble right now!" the sword's voice rang in his ear. He knew better than to question it now, for some reason he felt linked to the sword, no matter what he might never be able to get away from it.
As he ran through the unending throng of trees, he could hear the footsteps of pursuit, not to far off in the distance. Wait! He forgot Darius, but that man had better survival rate than the kid. Sighing, he truly wanted to protect them both, but how can an idiot of an elf like him save anyone. He should have listened better in class. Than he saw, Erik against the tree. It was barely visible, but there definitely was a small figure among the other greens. Biting his lips, he took a chance and suddenly changed his direction towards Erik.
"Hey, you alright?" he asked, but quickly regretting it. Who would be alright, when their chased down by some blood hungry elves.
"I'm sorry, but now is not the time, I'll make it up to you guys somehow, so come on, there is no way of survival unless we wor-" his voice was cut off when an arrow narrowly missed his head and stuck itself to the thick trunk of the tree. They caught up to him, this quick?!?
"Off course, they are better traveling in the woods than you," Heidao commented, like it was regretting something...probably partnering up with him, heck he was regretting it himself!
"Come on! We have to find Darius and up our survival chance!" Prince remarked pulling at Erik's sleeve with his free left hand.
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Post by Eizer on Jun 19, 2009 22:31:44 GMT -5
Everything was going so fast around him. First, Erik got attacked. Then he ran away. Then Prince girly name went away too. Great, he was left alone with crazy elves around him. There were five of them here and two went to chase Erik and Prince. He stood there alone, unarmored and only equipped with a greasy spear. Cursing the broken mirror, Darius tried his best to come up with a good solution. His sword wasn't so far away, he might be able to reach it.
Leaping backward to stop both elves from exiting the clearing, he hoped that it would be enough to let both his comrade to run away. The elves went to surround him, it was going to get ugly. All of them stood silent as he was firmly holding his spear. He would have to find something quick. Stupid broken mirror.
His thinking time got interrupted as one elf went to attack him from the right. Darius bent his knees and trusted his spear toward his opponent. He missed the body but successfully stabbed him in the shoulder making him drop his weapon. In the same time, another one went forward to hit him. This time it was from the back. He quickly pulled his spear to remove it from the elf's shoulder and swung it in a circular motion toward the fire. Using the stick to shove some hot embers unto the attacking elf, Darius continued his movement to hit his opponent on his side with the wooden shaft.
It wasn't much but it was well enough to unbalance the enemy making him fall on his side. He didn't had much time to catch his breath as another one shot an arrow toward him. Luckily for him, it only managed to graze his left thigh. A small open cut, he was bleeding at bit but it he had worse. He turned around once more to stab the first elf. This time, he aimed for the leg. A direct hit making his opponent scream in pain. Holding the spear with one hand, Darius stepped forward to push the elf making him fall the ground before removing his spear. He quickly bent his knees to grab hold of the sword dropped but the elf before turning around to face the three other elves.
Two of them were on the ground, one with some minor burns on the face and the other one with a hole in both the shoulder and thigh. The other three were perfectly fine and ready to strike him at any moment. One of them had a bow and took aim, he was waiting for Darius to make one mistake before shooting. Darius was breathing heavily; he made it so far but he wasn't going to last long. His eyes went to scan the clearing for anything useful as he took few steps backward. Stupid broken mirror.
He would have to abandon his armors here alongside his sword and water pouch. As one elf went to help his comrade to stand up, all six of them were very silent. Except for the one who was bleeding from two different place. Darius was staring the one holding the bow, waiting for parry the arrow. A few more seconds and... Darius made a feint the left before turning around and sprinted away from the clearing. He was the arrow hitting a trunk near him as he continued running.
He was running toward where Prince and Erik were. Hopefully, none of them encountered more crazy elves. Stupid. Broken. Mirror.
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Post by Erik on Jun 19, 2009 22:44:43 GMT -5
Erik looked at Prince as he babbled about something or another, now he was tugging at his sleeve, he swore under his breath, trying to get up. He heard some yelling, the voices sent shivers down his spine. When he finally got to his feet, and it was an extremely wobbly balance. "Stupid... Idiot...." He muttered directly at Prince, before his lungs coursed with agony, and he almost hit the ground again - had it not been for Prince's tight grip on Erik's sleeve. Even if Erik wanted to, he couldn't move, his body in shock from the whole sudden approach on all of this. He had never really experienced this kind of pain, being a pampered rich kid... Oh, how he regretted it now.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 19, 2009 22:56:07 GMT -5
Prince shrugged, he really was an idiot and probably the stupidest person alive, but this idiot wants to protect these humans. There wasn't a reason to argue, only the desperation to assist the boy up. Giving a quick heave, he pulled up Erik over his shoulders and began to run. The boy was light and it didn't hinder his speed too much. The real problem was the arrows that keep on flying past him every few seconds. If anything, he hoped that one would hit him before it ends up in Erik. Heidao whispered a few words, but he couldn't make out any sense at all. Was it even talking to him?
"Darius over here!" he yelled, not sure if the man was close by or not.
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