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Post by Princess Arleina on Jul 18, 2005 10:15:15 GMT -5
Arleina kept her sword where she had it, this wasn't what she was hoping to deal with while on her way torwards the city. She may have attacked sooner if she wasn't in such a rush to go anywhere. But where was it that she wanted to go.
Then the thought struck her dumb, was this other Elf holding her up for her clan to catch up and find that she was in a heated battle with this other being? Foolish Elf, she didn't feel in the mood to go back to her clan. After what they did, she was longer a Kordia, an outlaw, theif to her 'once people'. Her anger flared, a temper she carressed at the moment.
This one elf didn't know what she was doing, getting herself into a war with a whole caln? She must be desperate for bloodshed.
Arleina now forgot Gwen, putting all her attention onto the other elf in front of her. She was ready with her sword, she ignored the arrow pointed at her throat. Arleina's gaze peirced into the other woman's eyes.
She was much older then Arleina, but again the Elf's magic kept her looking young. Arleina was extremely young for an Elf, still considered a child in the Elf ways, but nearly a full grown woman in human ways. But such at the moment did not matter.
"Well, I'm glad you wish to hold me up, but I'm in a hurry to go absolutly nowhere. Well unless you count the City nowhere. I'm presuming your holding me up for you wish my once clan brother's and sister's to see me fighting you....or prehaps already dead? Then you could start a war with the Kordianian clan, am I right?"
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Post by Tari on Jul 20, 2005 17:49:49 GMT -5
A laugh throbbed her core, gauging her throught as it rang their vicinity at the threat. Her pores arouse to the weeping clouds, her pit nerveing estatic that so many guilded around this loyal one. As for herself, she held none captive under her proposed battles, just her straggled self and her elflette nature. The brag of this one did not change her view, it merely widened it to a brouder goal, of more volume.
"Well actually, I yearned for the befriended battle, one teh' replenish my skills; Ah'mma bit rusty. Thought ah'd slip it as a duet, but if yeh have that clan of yers, ah guess that could work, too," she hesitated. When she thought it over, fatality wasn't her first choice, but to admit she could only take a one on one would be weak of her. If the guild proceeded to follow, she'd wrack at her top 'till her own blood choked her. Hundreds against one wasn't what she calculated fair, but the loyal have advantages. They don't stray alone, or atleast when it comes to a war. They consist of knights in armor, the four leggeds that led them swiftly, instead of half the cut that she had.
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Post by Princess Arleina on Jul 20, 2005 21:39:19 GMT -5
She nodded, so then she wasn't trying to kill her purposly, "I'm sorry to acuse you of such doings, It's just that since I left my home I have been abit more on the edge with things." She looked away, trying not to show her ambarressment.
"But if you wish to deul, then I can acomadate you, I haven't really deuled anybody with seriousness before, only training. I would like to see how well I do with someone a barely know. Care to travel with me to an open area and not this forsaken wooded land?" She waved a hand around the forest.
She would like to get out of hte forest as fast as possible, she wanted leave her tracks behind her and start a new.
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Post by Tari on Jul 21, 2005 7:24:11 GMT -5
Her nerve wracked shouldures lowered to a comfort zone as she faced the elflette solo. Her bo and arrow retreated to her hip as she offered a slim nod and trailed beside the maiden to the open lands.
"Nothin' 'gainst yeh, but why're yeh in these forests 'thought one ev them knights?" her curiousity slipped her. Usually the loyals traveled in packs of strength, none took a step from the trail, and when they did, it was leathal for their life was of honor and value, lessened from the ways of fighting and dueling, or atleast that's what Tari founded.
Her narrow soles tortured the shrubbery, the decayed leaves cringing at her steps. The weeped willows hung over the couple, grabbing at their clothing. Tari ducked and swirved to avoid the pokes of the branches and twigs. She kept her pace as they neared a gloomy patch of grass. The blades hung over, welted and begging for water.
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Post by Princess Arleina on Jul 23, 2005 14:23:05 GMT -5
Arleina saw the other Elf lower hr bow, so she instinctly lowered her sword and resheathed it.
I'm leaving my home, and my position of ruling and guiding my people. They all lied to me, so this is what hte get in return wo what they did to me."
She stopped and let the other Elfette pass her. She hten presumed her walking but trailed the other, her gaze fell down onto the dark forest floor she was walking upon.
When she looked up she nearly collided into the other Elf. Sh elooked out from behind her and saw that they stopped at a clearing.
((Sorry It's so short but multi-tasking and RPing Isn't the best combination lol))
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Post by Tari on Jul 24, 2005 13:51:03 GMT -5
Rain droplets slapped her shoulders, her palm fixing toward the welted clouds to feel the polluted water. Mud that'd been refined to the seams of her skin began to wash out and drool to her pale knuckles. The weight surpressed her clothing down, clinging it to her flesh and bonery. Like a slide, the tears swung down her curled tresses, parting at the ends.
Shrubbery 'neath her soles enhanced a dew polish, making it slip to the touch. A few times Tari's worn leather coverings lost tread and she waved her arms to regain balance. After the third trip, she balanced on her toes as her fingers fumbled to peel the shoes from her feet. She retreated them to her pack, satisfied with her new bare traction.
She turned to face her victem, hands cupping to her face in a prayer-like fold. A dip of her head was offered in salute, dreads locking to her cheeks. Her posture straitened as her hazel pair fixed to her opponent, focusing her gestures to her bo and arrow, ready for the maiden's battle.
"Best ef luck," she lied, gritting with a menacing fixture. She had proposed a befriended fight, though it'd be gratifiying to unleash her bo and arrow in any battle. Her other hand felt for her knife in her pack, though didn't bring it out, just to assure herself of an extra.
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Post by Princess Arleina on Aug 19, 2005 17:03:07 GMT -5
((ACH! I'm so sorry for not being on, but I was constantly being grounded and then one of my horses was diagnosed with cancer and had to under go surgery and I have been dealing with that aswell, but now that she's mostly all better and I'm allowed back onto the computer more I can finish with my plots! Hehe, onward my friends!))
Arleina stared at the other elf as she took of her shoes. The same thought buzzed through her head aswell, footing would be better if she took off her shoes.
So the elf princess moved to a tree and leaned on it as a brace and untied her leather laces as the fine boots fell to the wet forest bed.
Her breathing quickened, mist forming around her mouth from the cold air. She swallowed hard, a lum of saliva was biulding up in her throat. Could she do his? This was her first time actually fighting someone she didn't know.
She moved over to the middle of hte opening and bowed slowly and short, an offering to the other as her salute.
She turned her bodice around slightly while still staring down her oppnent, she unsheathed her sword ready for battle.
"And all the same to you my friend,"
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