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 Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 3:22 pm
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A beautiful unique forest that flourish due to the main river that runs through the center of it. The river breaks off into little veins throughout the forest. You won't be away from water for more than a day. While providing water to the creatures around it, it provides danger for the creatures know that soon, some creature will have to drink in the water.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 3:32 pm
Certainly the angry one isn't he? So young too. She's curious to what made him like this. She notices that he has feminine features. A beautiful young elf. Saying nothing else, she could feel the anger coming out of him. What happened to him that he has so much anger inside his heart? If he's not careful.... actually. It depends on his kingdom. If he's not the same race as her, his skin won't show the color of the soul like hers does. Frowning at the finger, Alatariel wanted to say something about it. But she's not his mother. Or anything close. Ignoring the fact that the child elf has no manners, she spins around on her heels and stands by Malrah's side. Mounting her horse, she nods towards Elrohir who mounts his friend as they start riding away. She hears yelling, her head spins around along with Malrah's for they both are in sync. Seeing the problem, she shouts out Elrohir's name as Malrah rears towards the guards, Alatariel summons an ice wall to keep the guards back.
Elrohir hears Alatariel and glances behind him. "Aw. Damn it kid." He mutters as Arminas spun around and galloped in front of the young elf. Elrohir reaches down and yank the kid off the ground and pulls him to behind Elrohir. "Hold on. Arminas doesn't like people on his back besides me." Elrohir mutters honestly as Arminas does seems to be more angry, his hooves more thunderous against the streets. Alatariel catches up as both Malrah and Arminas runs together side by side, their chest heaving and eyes wild with rage. Entering into the forest, the horses continue to give their might. Jumping over the log over what seems to be a blank clearing, ends up being the camp. Hidden by magic. Arminas bucks upwards as if trying to throw them off, Elrohir quickly grabs the kid's arm and plants him on the ground as he dismounts himself, trying to calm the angry beast.
"I'm sorry. It is not my intention to have you be brought here. Do not worry. I will find someone who was not recongize to take you back to your city tomorrow." Her voice now rather calm as Alatariel stands behind Van. The camp is full of horses and elves. Few elves does have dark skin, but Alatariel skin is more dark than the others and she's the only one with the shadowy markings on her skin that is hidden underneath her dress, only few can be seen on her face. Moving away from Van, she heads towards to a massive tent where cries of pain could be heard. Wounded. Her goal now is to tend the wounded and make sure they will be okay for the upcoming raids.
Once the angry horse has calmed down, he lets out a snort and went away from the others for a bit. Elrohir scratches his cheek before glancing at the kid. Lucky kid. At least his scar matches his skin while it seems that his is more of a disfigure skin than a scar. Rubbing the back of his head, he's unsure of what he should say to the kid. His words, while seeming to be tease, have made the kid angry as he recalls back at the streets. Before he could say something, a light skin elf who is cleaning his hands of blood with a wet cloth, "Elrohir. We wish to gather to speak of if we continue with our plan for tomorrow." Elrohir nods as he glances towards the kid. "Well kid, you can look around. Ask questions even. Few horses 'ere are a bit friendly, 'hey might even let you pet 'hem! Just don't go peekin' in the women's tent, 'hey won't appericate it. Or ya know, join the meetin'." The elf scowls at the tease as the young elf himself, with raven black hair and his arms crossed. "Elrohir, you know fully well that Alatariel is the only female here." Elrohir frowns at the raven haired elf, "That be may, but I was tryin' to get the kid look around see..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 3:51 pm
Vanlanthiriel was about ready to hop off when they skidded up to the camp and the horse tried to buck him. He had never been good with horses. He had never learned to ride them. Most of his kind were fast enough to keep up with the beasts. That's not to say he didn't find them interesting or beautiful in their own way. He just was...unsettled by them. And they usually felt the same way about him. Only animals of the wild really got along with his type of Apasaras. Daivika were wild, untamed. While the opposite was true of the Laukika. The only woman in the camp? WAS the only woman in the camp. If only they knew. Van didn't ask for help. Hadn't wanted to be teased. Hadn't wanted them to be so freaking ungrateful. Whatever. Let them have their little rebellion. Van knew some things that they would very much like to hear. But first he needed to cool down. Not that he knew that, he was just so angry that he stomped off the first chance he got. Pick a direction and go, he thought.
"Find your center. One. Two. Three..." Van was sitting away from the camp, eyes closed. Breathing deeply in some sort of mantra. Slowly he stood, then reached to his side to draw an invisible sword. He pointed his arm out in a straight line from his shoulder, taking a beautiful and elegant stance. The young, fair elf practiced his swordsmanship; His mind and body calming as he composed a other-worldly dance with his incorporeal blade and imaginary sparring partner. After several minutes and with sweat trailing down his brow, he stopped, opened his eyes, and swiped his fingers in front of him. If one was fast enough, they'd be able to catch the leaf, split in twain, fall to the earth as he walked to a nearby river and started to disrobe.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:03 pm
Frowning at the kid, "Hoi! Don't get too far ya hear?!" He shouts after him. Shrugging, he says nothing else. The meeting felt like it was going on forever. Altariel soon joins them as they discuss their plans for tomorrow. Good. Nothing change. The same old. Find the next city and go there as soon as possible. And as always, be careful. No rash or forgetting to put up the barriers as well no falling asleep on watch. One of the elfs brought up they should go bathe in the river. Alatariel brings up that it may not be safe just yet because the authorities may go out of the city and look for them. Elrohir quickly adds that they would be busy with their own city for quite few days. Being beaten, Alatariel simply crosses her arms and says nothing else. The men hooted as they scamper to get clean clothes and makes a mad dash to the river. Alatariel frowns as she looks around for the young elf. "Elrohir. Where is he?" She questions as she glances towards Elrohir coldly. "Eh?" Was his only response as he realizes who she's talking about. Oh man. He's in deep trouble now isn't he? "W-What's that? Yea! I'm coming men!" He shouts to respond at an invisible voice as Elrohir himself, makes a mad dash to the river. Being faster than the man, he sees the kid. Sighing with relief, at least Alatariel won't kill him now. "Hey! Kid! What ya say you play a game with us huh?!" He questions as he starts to strip down to his boxers, before he could take them off, he gets tackled by one of the men...who is unclothed into the river as the men lets out cheers and ready to play like young elfs they once were.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:16 pm
Vanlantheriel bristles instantly and bares his sharp fangs. Just as quickly as he shows his aggression, he hides the animosity. don't get angry. YOU JUST CALMED DOWN. Jeez Van. "NO!...No. Sorry. I...prefer to bathe alone." The small, male elf would hastily say as he grabbed up his shirt and held it close to his chest. His trousers were still on but he slinked quickly back towards the camp. Van tried to avoid any looks, which inevitably brought some curious eyes. They didn't see through him, yet, but he was acting weird. Just get somewhere private. Somewhere secluded. Wash off the sweat. Get dressed. Quickly. No one knows Van. No one knows. In his haste to get away from the older men, he bumps right into Alatariel. He nearly dumps his clothes, dropping some of his relatively clean linens and bandages. "Sh*t sh*t...sorry sorry sorry." Van says, quickly scooping them up and turning to scamper off in the other direction tears starting to build up from the frustration. He runs into a nearby, abandoned, unlit tent and tosses the dirty clothes at the canvas wall angrily. F*CK! He thought, tossing on his shirt and leather vest but leaving the rest off the muddy cotton on the dirt floor. "Find your center...find your center." He murmured as he quickly got into a kneeling position; A movement that was obviously practiced. His breathing slowed as he calmed himself once more. His eyes closed. His hands down at his side. The noise of the camp was drowned out, the shouts of the men at the river, the sound of the horses in their stables: gone. All distractions disappeared as he found a good meditative mantra. "Just like teacher taught you.."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:26 pm
Confused and wanted to see the kid have some fun, Elrohir ends up being too busy with his men tackling him from all different directions. Shouting and playful yells could be heard. Only very few men are left behind in the camp, to tend to their wounds, tend to the wounded or maybe even clean or sharpen their weapon.
Concerned, Alatariel decides to look for the young child. Her heart starts to paste rather quickly. Frowning, she remembers this heartbeat. It was when... She stops herself. Finding him, a soft sigh of relief could be heard but he seems to be focused. Wanting to get his attention, he ends up bumping into her and that's when she knew. Wanting to console her, the young elf has ran off. Frowning, she decides to follow Van. Entering silently into the tent, she gently closes it off so no one would enter. Watching her, she notices that this is mediation. So Alatariel needs to do her best to make sure that Van stays calm. But how? The child is so full of anger. Kneeling down beside her, she says nothing. After awhile, she speaks, her voice soft and gentle. "I do not care. But if you wish to let no one else know, it will be safe with me. And I will help you. Such as making sure they don't run into the same river as you, which I assumed that happened?" Alatariel says with kind and warm smile as she glances towards Van. "My name is Alatariel. I apologize for us not being properly introduced just yet." Wanting to show respect on Van's privacy, she looks forward, only looking at the tent as she closes her eyelids. "If you wish, I can arrange that you have your own private tent. I have quite the story for it. But I do wonder...why do you hide the beauty that you are?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:43 pm
In with a single voice, Vanlantheriel's silence and reverie was shattered; A battering ram against the thin shield Van had put up had all but splintered the wall. No no no no no! No one was supposed to know! NO ONE! Damn it! Van sat quietly, not shaking. Not crying. Just eyes open in shock. Van wasn't short because he was so young. Van wasn't so thin and delicate because he wasn't a man yet. And Alatariel knew that now. "Yes.." He he breathes out, venom pouring figuratively pouring from his lips. Van was stupid for not just getting dressed and getting out. Idiot! But He was angry at Alatariel and Elrohir and all the men and his brothers and EVEYRONE. He rubs his bare shoulders anxiously, rubbing the skin red. Despite Alatariel's promises and kind words, Van wasn't happy with the situation at all. "Vanlantheriel...means beautiful waterfall..f*cking lie.." HE whispers under his breath. Van straightens, not used to this kindness and not liking being treated so delicately, grabs the dirty clothes and dresses quickly in them despite the filth. "I'm not beautiful! Jeez! I'm a guy!" He shouts, wiping the angry tears from his scowling face with a rough, leather sleeve before storming out of the tent. He stops at the entrance, and notices the scant eyes staring at him. "WHAT?!" He shouts, causing the onlookers to avert their gaze for his sake. "...I'm already an outlaw...so, if it's not too much trouble...I guess a private tent wouldn't be..bad." Van says over his shoulder to Alatariel. His eyes apologetic, but his body language and voice refusing to back down from his ground.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:56 pm
Watching him, she tilts her head and observes. She thinks that name is rather beautiful. But maybe she should call him Van. Hope that he doesn't mind. Hearing his words and watching him storm out. She becomes quiet. Maybe this young elf wishes to be treated as a male? So be it. She can arrange that easily. Hearing his words, she nods as she leaves the tent herself. "That will be arranged. Follow me." She says towards him and ignore the concern males gaze. She can hold their own and they know it. Leading him to a wooden cart. "If you wish to be treated as a male, then so be it." She whispers that only Van can hear. "Van. Since you wish to learn how to become a mature elf, In the cart there's quite few tent sacks. Some tents have holes, some needs repairing. Pick one and pick your tent area and care for it as if it's your home for years. When done, we will meet in the middle of the camp area to discuss scouting area of whose turn it is to hunt for food tonight. Even though you are staying one night, you are pull your weight with everyone else and no complaining. We don't like hot temper elves." Saying nothing else, Alatariel leaves him be.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:08 pm
Van's eye twitches with irritation. You think you're going to break me? Make me change the way I'm acting? Feh! He thought stubbornly. He'd be a perfect little soldier boy. Fine! He didn't want to be treated like royalty! He didn't want to be pampered or looked down on! There was one thing though. "I cannot hunt. I will gather. But you cannot make me hunt." Vanlantheriel stared at her with a conviction that would not be broken. This was one thing that he would not back down on. Want me to act nice? Put on a pretty face? Pull my own weight? Fine. But I will not kill a living, breathing, bleeding animal. Absolutely not. With that settled, he walks off towards the cart, sorting through the canvases and poles. He pulls out the smallest one. The homiest one. It had a few holes. So what. Easy to fix. He walks around the camp, trying his best to be polite while asking for thread and needle to fix it. Finally someone relinquishes to the newcomer and Van immediately returns to the unfinished tent to patch it. After a few hours, it was up and in relatively good condition. Farther away from the center than anyone else's. Van spent the rest of the time waiting for the meeting, practicing his swordmanship and dance. When it was time, in new clothes and cleaner than before, Van met the others in the center of the camp. Standing as far back as possible while still being a part of the group. Van avoided any of the people that were staring. Some of the men perplexed by their slight attraction to the young male elf. Van did his best, and remained quiet; Standing off to the side with his arms crossed and a wry expression.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:18 pm
There he is! Elrohir is really relieved to see that the kid is alright and at camp. Of course. Alatariel already gave him an earful about losing someone. This one is actually one of the youngest elves we have around here. And oddly enough, he can't be the only one but is it him or that elf is rather attractive? Unsure and confused, Elrohir does not even dare to express that feeling he's feeling. Once everyone gathers, he stands up in fresh new clothes with the same red scarf around his head. Grunting, he crosses his arms. "Everyone this is... Van right? Yea. He's to be stayin' with us for awhile. Treat him as you treat others. Er. Right. Alright. Huntin'..." Few hands shot up. "Whoa whoa, I ain't finished yet. Some of 'hese horses needs bath and their hooves cleaned out." A collective groan gathers around the camp. For a reason. "'Ey! Dont' want to 'ear none of that. As long you don't try to ride the hot tempered ones, ye be alright. If we don't have at least two people cleaning our friends up, I will order someone. Alright. Huntin' squad, to my left. Gatherin' to my right. Cleanin' the horses, across me." The elves murmurs as they start to move in directions. Two or three elves doesn't move, showing that they are willing to work wherever that Elrohir will put them. Alatariel however, seems to be alone on cleaning the horses so far but the elves are still moving around to where they want to go. Elrohir glances down at the newcomer, "Well, kid, which one would cha like to do?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:35 pm
Great. Cleaning sh*t from the horses' hooves or hunting or gathering. Van COULDN'T Hunt. Did Alatariel tell Elrohir this?! Is this punishment for earlier? Screw you too! And everyone was staring at him expectantly too. His whole body itched from the eyes all focused in his and the other elves' direction. Horses didn't like Van either. They were tamed. They were domesticated. He was wild. Natural. Divine. Otherworldly. It unsettled the beasts. F**k. Why did he have to choose between these three things? Vanlantheriel dug the toe of his boot into the dirt. There was a group for gathering too. But no one wanted to clean the horses but Alatariel. Guilt-trip much. Do the thing you want. Be happy. Feel like an a**. Do the thing you can't do. Murder the person that you are. Feel like sh*t. Never talk to another living being again. Or. Help Alatariel. Get kick by a horse. Feel like a good person. Fine! Van shuffled over beside Alatariel. "Here. I"ll help clean the..horses." He tries his best not to sound like a complete jerk. He sighs softly and rubs his arm, the pale twig covered by glove up to it's elbow. He looked at the gathering group longingly. That was were Van fit. Maybe they'd learn to like him. No no! No! Don't get close to anyone! Familiarity breeds informality. Van needed all the privacy he could get. The only person that he needed to be close or friendly to was Alat. And even that was a little fragile. Just, get a long. Keep your distance. Push them away if they get too close. And leave if you have to.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:49 pm
Alatariel has to admit. She's a bit surprised when Van walked over to her and mention that he will help clean the horses. Nodding softly, she'll be sure to make sure that he gets the gentle ones. Walking towards the river, she lets out a whistle as horses of the camp, rather excited of being bathe started galloping towards the river. Except for one horse. A beautiful golden horse with gold eyes to match. White around the nuzzle and the hooves with few light white spots that is hard to see in darkness but easy to see under light. Young herself, she neighs loudly and nips Van's shoulder affectionately. "She's giving you her thanks. I don't think I know any horses that loves baths more than her. While they are family of horses, we call them Mearas. They are not your average horses. They are smart. Sometimes too smart for us. They can fight using magic, speed, or strength. As for her... she's the only one out of all Mearas that have not seen battle. She's young herself. I think she's built for speed. When we travel, we always can't find her but she always come back to camp at night time." Once they get to the river, the gentle ones are playing in the river with the others as the hot tempered and wild ones are standing by the bank, waiting. Alatariel hands him one of the cloth which can be used to wash their fur with. Once she does so, she starts to remove her clothes, leaving only a black sports bra and black briefs. Black markings can now be seen on both her side as it goes down to her thighs. Removing her hair to only put it up in complete ponytail. She decides to give the most impatient horse a bath, which is Elrohir's horse, Arminas. Leading him to the river away from the playful horses but close enough for Alatariel to keep an eye out, "You can bathe her first. I think she will cry if you don't." She gestures towards the golden mare. Skinny but slightly muscular, she was built for speed, not fight. The golden mare lowers her head so she can look at Van in the eyes, she almost seems to be pleading to have her bath first.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 6:00 pm
Van was a bit off-center. He, or she as it was in this instance, was alone with Alatariel and could act like a girl or woman. Slowly she stripped down to her bandages and undergarments. She undid the tyings around her chest, keeping her small globes close to her fit body. But left on her bra and bottoms. She wore simple, comfortable underwear if that said anything about her. She pulled the metal blade from her hair, letting the platinum locks flow freely around her hips; Tucking the dagger into her belt. "She's..beautiful." Vanlantheriel murmured as she touched the golden mare. She smiled and laughed softly at the affectionate nibble. Then coughed as if clearing her throat, "Ahem.", composing herself and moving to the side of the golden horse. Was this some sort of fate, the horse seemed a lot like Van and sounded like she acted similarly as well. "What sort of adventures do you have?" She cooed to the mare, stroking the horse's sides with a cloth, cleaning the dust and grime from the day off of her lustrous coat. Van was smiling softly to herself, but hid it whenever she thought Alatariel was watching. Even when cleaning the other horses. "Does she not have a rider?" Vanlantheriel asked the more mature elf, curious. Van doesn't even seemed bothered when she is nipped or bitten by the more temperate ones. She sighs softly. And turns at one point to splash water on her face. Small scars criss-crossed her back. Like a precise blade had cut into her at some point. Then her hair covered them again. Van's whole body, the way she moved, and the way she stood was that of a blade-master. Even if she tried to hide it. Even her aura wasn't entirely earthly. "Mearas..my people don't have any partners."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 6:16 pm
The laughter sounds nice. It brings warmth to Alatariel's heart. She doesn't know why. But she felt that she needs to protect Van. As she's her own. Part of her is curious how old Van is. Would her son be friends with Van? Pushing the thought away, she continues to clean the horses and finishes Elrohir's rather quickly as he does not like to be pampered with. Some horses she does take her time if the horse enjoys it. The golden mare nuzzles Van in the stomach at the question warmly as the eyelids seems to be a bit heavy. Hearing the question, Alatariel finds comfort in answering him. "No. She does not. Huean... someone you may meet on your travels with us if you wish to, she breeds and cares for the non-riders Mearas. She believes that they should pick the rider, not the other way around. To do that, she will send you on a field with only a pillow and blanket and you are by yourself in a field of wild horses. The one that chooses you will be there by your side the whole night and into the morning. Then you get the honor to name them when you are their rider. It's how I met Malrah. We lost a great amount when a dark elf didn't like the methods and wanted the beautiful Mearah so to speak. Huean wanted to show it doesn't work that way. He killed so many and her family. But. We bounce back. As for the golden mare, she left the ranch so many times, Huean gave up on looking for her and she ended up traveling with us. I think she's seeking for her rider." She says softly as she's now cleaning Malrah who is nickering towards her softly before nipping at her hip. Glancing towards Van, she catches the scar for a moment before looking away and becoming quiet. She resumes cleaning Malrah. Even when done bathing, the golden mare stays by Van's side and neighs loudly towards hot temper ones that tries to hurt Van which cause them to be frozen with shock as they have a stare down. Alatariel hears the golden mare's methods and seems a bit surprised and wonders if the golden mare has chosen Van as her rider. Hearing the words, now Alatariel is curious. "If you do not wish to answer, that's alright, but what race are you?" She questions as she starts to clean Malrah's hooves.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 6:31 pm
Van and Alat had worked quickly and had already finished cleaning most if not all of the horses. And Van had been petting the gold mare's muzzle and neck when Alateriel popped the question. s**t! Van had said a little too much. How would Alatariel react if she knew the truth? She froze and stopped petting the mare, who responded with a gentle head-butt. "Asapras. Daivika...to be exact." She mumbled. There weren't many Daivika in the world. She was bound to be shipped back to her people; Her family was likely offering a substantial reward and it would more than likely have been heard even this far away. Van's eyes softened as she stared at the horses. They had it rough. Rougher than her. But now they were with good people. Was she too? The gold mare rests her head on Van's shoulder and the young, pale elf sub-consciously wrapped her arm around the horse's neck: scratching one of her ears idly. She got down and gently bent one of the mare's legs, letting the horse lean on Van's small, but strong form as she cleaned her hooves. They'd be done soon. Completely. And she'd have to get dressed again. Put on the disguise. The mean face. Maybe the mare would still like her? Maybe Alatariel would understand her a bit better now? Van wasn't sure how she felt right now. It was a major shock to be so openly welcomed even with her outward aggression.
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