An Artic Front

[Xar'Zith]

((Doh lol, we posted at the same time))

[Cerissa]

(( Nope! Beat ya by 8 minutes! :p

by Cerissa » Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:25 am
by Xar'Zith » Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:33 am
Last edited by Cerissa on Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:39 am, edited 1 time in total.
Editing included corrective spelling.

Ha! ))

[Stormfollower]

Remis stood between the two powerful females elves of the abyss. His mind flashed between feelings of desire and safety.

He spoke in subtle whispered tones that only their fine elven ears could hear close up, drawing them in towards him. He brushed one side of his long red hair behind one of his own ears revealing his only obvious elven trait. "Surely our desires run to similar ends. Would it not be wisest to concentrate on coming together and at least see where our combined talents might lead? After all, at the very least, we look good together."

Huddled together behind the secret wall the three stood silently for a moment each summing up the other. Each weighing the value of the other two, weighing the myriad of possibilities for the outcome of this chance meeting.

[Cerissa]

Turning around her eyes narrow and face hardens as she turns facing Tajer. She was unsure of her involvement of this male, but was not willing to lose such a prize again. Tajer had weakened Yolinir, made him useless in the embrace of darkness, and Cerissa felt this one had deserved better. She was sure she could not trust Tajer, it was her after all that agreed to allow someone given to the dark to embrace the light again. But this male, what she had felt eminate from him. This force of strength, darkness, utter wicked devilry in such a strength she had not felt before pulled at the threads of her desires.

She stands erect stepping closer towards Remis, peeking out from her the cloak concealing them, demons and unfortunate souls woven into the fabric of her robe fill the air in soft tones with their misery.

She ignores most of Tajer’s rambling, for that’s what it was to her, simple ramblings of someone associated with self-righteous lightbringers. “My hunger, Tajer? Fear not, I am quite able to control that which you denied Yolinir.” Her lips curl wickedly as the grin of Innoruuk slides across them, “By the way, how does he faire under your relatives care?”

Before Tajer can answer her, she tilts her head towards Remis, her body following in agreement, as he begins to speak in hushed tones. She looks over at him, a bit surprised at the revelation of his heritage she had not noticed before causing her to smile, even if only somewhat genuine. He was half-breed, just as she was, and instantly had the urge to know more of him. As he speaks she glances over at Tajer before slipping a sinfully wicked grin towards Remis.

She raises her eyes towards Remis, cold darkness of death meeting each others gaze. “Use caution when trusting in those associated so closely with the light.” She places her hand on an amulet nestled safely between her breasts. Her lips continue to move though the words blur into the distant shores of the obscure, the whispers of her mind invading his thoughts.

[Xar'Zith]

Tajer rolled her eyes.

"I would not know how he fairs, perhaps if you had actually received the letter I sent you, you would know I left the Castle ages ago. Yolanir was mostly my mothers doing...twas I who took him to feed, to try make him strong again. But his weakness for Xar'zith was too strong. He was no use to me then, so why should I care whether he was mortal or not?"

She left off there, deciding not to waste her breath explaining any more. Cerissa did not need to know her ultimate goal, nor her methods of acheiving it.

She showed no surprise at Remis' revelation of his own mixed heritage, naturally once she realised who he was she knew his mixture. She suddenly thought of his elder brother, and wondered what he had turned out like as an adult with the draconic influence thrown into the mix. The last time she had seen him was the night Kalsari had killed Jetamio.

She smirked at Remis drooling over Cerissa. If that was what he wanted, Tajer was not going to win this battle. She had very little inclination to seduce her Uncle.

[Mujbura]

Mujbura strides through the fields of Qeynos hills collecting the many native herbs grown in the wild. It was odd to have so many ready for harvest this time of year, but she would bring a stock to her family and friends in Halas for everything was always so hard for them to harvest in the winter. She whispers a "Thank you". to the plants and The Mother for she had learned all things provided by The Mothers mother was to be respected, and gratitude given for each one taken for necessity.

She gazes over towards the city of Qeynos with a faint smile. It had been a long time since she had been to that city, and the Avaerst estate. Nasorin had taken his leave of this realm to join the rest of the specters and life-guides. She wonders if she would see him again, in whatever form he had chosen. Her smile broadens as she remembers how he would sneak up on her scaring her near to death. Giggling softly she realizes if anything,,,, for his own good, it was that she was a defensive hunter, not offensive in the slightest.

Placing the treasured herbs carefully into her pack she slings it over her shoulder heading towards the city. She would at least walk the grounds of the city, as with the gifts of The Mothers mother, memories are also something to be cherished.

Her smile brings the gift of The Mother, a gentle warmth and comfort, to the guards as she passes by them. Passing by the many shops and those hawking their wares she spots a familiar face bringing a smile that brightens her face immensely.

“Stormy!” she shouts waving her tiny arms wildly at him to get his attention.

[Stormfollower]

Stormfollower had only just arrived in Halas. His journey to the clan Raventear had revealed much he did not realize about his sons dark doings. At the sight of his old friend he dismissed the merchant whose supplies he had been perusing and vaulted towards her with great strides and a hearty laugh.

"Well, well, Mujbura! Have you brought us spring so soon?" He scooped her up in his arms and gave her a big hug. Placing her back on the snowy cobblestones he looked her up and down. "and not aged one day since last I saw you!"

He smiled at her with great joy in his eyes, even the clouded one seamed to have some sparkle to it. She recognized it as the over-bubbling joy of one who had suffered for some time with little occasion to show such happiness.

[Mujbura]

In her excitement her face is bright as the summer sun as she bolts towards Stormfollower. As he lifts her she tosses her arms around him with squeals and giggles mixing in cheerful harmony. She takes his comment regarding her age as a compliment and suddenly the young elf in her returns, so shy and a bit uncomfortable when in the spotlight. She nudges him playfully with a closed fist knocking against his chest, though surely he would have hardly felt a thing. “It is SO good to see you! How are you, brother of my heritage?”

Her eyes study his rugged face. He was so wise, so kind, she wondered why it seemed behind those joyful and gentle eyes there was a hint of sadness, a troubled soul. Her bright smile lowers slightly, but she attempts to hide the frown of worry as she attempts to distract him. “It is SO good to see you! Have you come to join in the winter games at home? I hear Cindl is giving away an amazing set of armor!”

[Stormfollower]

"Do you think I have a chance? I hear this years contestants in the Polar Bear Swim are quite good. I have been giving it a great deal of thought... Yes, and why not? I think I will enter in if you will be there to cheer me on, or have you decided to enter also?"

[Mujbura]

She leans back laughing as heartily as any other resident of Halas. Well, as heartily as she could for her tiny Feir'Dal self. "Oh no! You won't catch ME in that frigid water! I hate water!"

She punches him in the chest as she continues, "I won't have to cheer! YOU will take first on EVERYthing! I know it!" She laughs again before continuing on. "Even the sled dogs will have trouble keeping up with you!"

Finally calming down from her laughter she looks up at him with a warm smile. For a moment she looks into his eyes, then examines his face a bit. He was still ruggedly handsome though wrinkle lines from worry cross his forehead. Battle scars and well-formed muscle remind one that even though this being appearing so gentle could crush any foe.

She motions towards the West, towards the entrance to Qeynos, "Do you want to travel with me there?" Peeking up a playful smile she states, "I might need protection from the hungry gnolls." Then giggles softly scrunching the bridge of her nose.

[Stormfollower]

He smiles fondly at her his good eye, moistening with unashamed emotion. "Only to the ends of the world my friend!" He laughs easily again and the sounds of its echo carry west through the passes and out across the tundra. Placing an arm around her delicate shoulder he hugs Mujbura tight against his hip and looked towards the west. "I think it is far past due that the gnolls and I came to an understanding again."

For many years now the shamans tribe had taken it upon themselves to cull the numbers of gnolls in Blackburrow. They knew the power of the ancient gnolls and would never again allow them to reach that pinnacle of fortitude. Since then the pass through their lair had been somewhat more safe. Stormfollower knew however that people of many races still died down their, the litany of their cries and the piles of their bones the only tribute to their passing. And the lands that stretched either side of that evil burrow were not safe either, even though long years had passed since he had vowed to make them safe for all.

[Mujbura]

She notices the emotion in his eyes and her heart grows heavy. Here her friend is tormented and she has not a single drop of courage to ask. She smiles sliding her tiny arm around his waist her steps quickened to keep up with his longer strides. As they exit the city gates and head towards the fields summons as much courage her little heart can manage and glances up at him, nearly tripping over a misplaced cobblestone as the path fades to dirt. "So,,,, what troubles you?"

[Jetamio]

Jetamio had decided to stay in Qeynos when Stormfollower carried on to the Raventears. She had to see with her own eyes that her son still lived.

Slipping into her black wolf form, she paced around looking for his scent. The guards eyed her warily, and one even raised his spear. He wasn't going to let such a large wolf into his fair city. She wagged her tail and whined at him, trying to seem less threatening, and while he lowered his spear, he still would not let her through the gates.

Annoyed, she trotted off around the city walls to change, but caught a familiar scent. Following it took her to a half hidden entrance, and judging by the smell, it led to the sewers. Would he really hide in there? The black wolf entered following his scent and finding it mixed with another she knew. She turned a corner and heard voices seeming to come from behind a wall. Tentatively she touched the wall and found herself able to get through, only to find herself standing right in front of her youngest son, her granddaughter and another dark elf she did not know.

She shook off the illusion, black fur turning into honey coloured skin clad in red leather, its shaggy mane becoming a head of glorious fiery red hair. Only the wolf's golden eyes remained the same, looking at her son with mixed emotions, but also eyeing Tajer with uncertainty. What part did she play in all this?

[Stormfollower]

The cool air blown in from outside drew Remis out of a deep though. In his mind the words came to him from the reptilian mind of Cerrissa “See only with the eyes of darkness and feel with the wrath of the depths, all the pain you can provide. ‘Lest you drown in the light she provides.” The last words echoed in his mind as his mother stepped into the shadows with them.

‘Lest you drown in the light she provides.”

He greeted her pleasantly as though the past events were nothing to him. "Greetings Mother. May I introduce you to Cerrisa? She is helping me to find a way in my new world." He smiled, his gaunt face wrinkled and it seamed his pale lips stretched thin over too many teeth. He staggered a bit, momentarily overcome by pangs of hunger and thoughts of the past. His mind flashed back to their confrontation on the deck of his fathers boat. He knew now that there would be no hiding from them, they would follow him wherever he might go, their love for him a paradox to all he had become and what they would do to him. But thoughts such as these were easily banished by him now and he flung them away with words... like cold shards of broken glass, towards his mother.

"I trust you had a pleasant voyage?"

[Cerissa]

She relieves the amulet from the confines of her tiny fingers, releasing Remis’ thoughts from hers. She glances at Tajer with a slow wink, her deceitful grin interrupted by Jetamio’s entrance into the scene. Allowing a low hiss she takes a step closer to Remis, taking a protective stance as Jetamio’s illusion fades.

She stands erect as she remembers Jetamio when Xar’zith had reclaimed Yolinir from the darkness. Her eyes lower to Jetamio’s swollen belly and she inhales deeply, the purity of the life growing within tempting the hungry beast. A low growl emits as she exhales, her eyes narrowing on the pregnant female.

As Remis introduces the pair, she feigns a sweet smile towards the Druid. The title by which he called her, sublime in it’s perfection of who she now knew he was. Her lips drew back in a grin devoiding any light indicating her enjoying the amusement of the excellence of this moment.