Unseelie Elf
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Post by KHALÍKA ITHÍL-AMAN on Jan 31, 2014 11:31:48 GMT
649 words , Khalíka , abyssus The cold air against her pale skin was almost a comfort to Khalíka as she walked leisurely down the streets of Abyssus. With her own home in ruins and uninhabitable, the small yet striking city felt like a second home to not only Khalíka, but her people as well. When the elven Kingdoms had all but denied her refuge, this had been their haven and the northern city remained so to this day. She crossed two of her own kin and greeted the two moon elves warmly. After all that the elves of N'uma Forya had been through together, it could only expected of her to treat her subjects with respect, but for Khalíka it was not a duty but a privilege. There was a sense of pleasure that came about from being able to discuss matters that weren't of grand importance nor of politics or power, but small, banal topics such as family, gossip and daily business. Khalíka would often frequent the tavern and spend evenings amongst her people, and as well as being enjoyable it gave her a strong bond with her supporters and her people and assured their loyalty for her. Though now was a moment that Khalíka needed to have to herself. There was much on her mind and she needed to find a place where she could take a step back and breathe. Away from everyone and everything, so after exchanging a few pleasantries with the elves, she continued her way down winding alleys towards the eastern border of the city and towards the beginning of the white forest. It reminded her of her own homeland at times and perhaps that was why she sought peace there so often. Though N'uma Forya had been at the heart of the ancient silver forest, found to the east of the Kingdom and their was an old and powerful magic that had run through the very veins of the creatures that lived there as well as every plant and flower that grew. Though now, the forest was sick and everything was all but dead or dying and the City of N'uma Forya was all but destroyed in the sack of the village over 100 years ago. Despite the magic of the elves, nothing grew in the soil any more and the beautiful, strong silver trees that she had grown up around had turned black were plagued by rot and disease. There was rumour of potions and enchantments that the Seelie elders had knowledge of that might be strong enough to heal her home, but of course they wouldn't part anything with an Unseelie elves that had been banished and disgraced by the Seelie court. As she arrived, she thrust thought of whatever was or could begin to bother her and instead began to lose herself in the forest. She removed her boots and continued going deeper into the forest barefoot. She could hear the crunch of frozen leaves as she tread carefully over the forest floor which broke the silence of the forest. The occasional bird chirped overhead, but other than the forest was covered utterly quiet. She stopped at a fallen tree and sat down on it. She allowed herself to take a deep breath in and admire the tranquillity and stillness of her surroundings, so unlike the fraught and hard nature of the reality she found herself in. She picked up a broken twig from the floor and muttering a few words in elvish, she watched it as the twig began to char and crumble into ash. The world was a hard place to live in, but she wouldn't lay down and wait around for whatever life may throw at her, whether it be good or bad any longer. She would take back, by force, by words or by alliances what she wanted and there was nothing that could stop her. Fight fire with fire
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Post by LATRO ESTAS on Feb 1, 2014 2:10:58 GMT
Latro stalked out of the club, tucking a thick white envelope into his vest as he shoved past the bouncer. The brawny dwarf snarled after him to 'watch where he put his fucking half-breed feet'; Lat turned and fixed him with the coldest look he could muster, and the bouncer dropped his eyes and turned back to his line. Cold fury roiled in Latro's chest, constricting his lungs and making it hard to breathe; as he stormed off, he shook with rage.
Out of the darkness several pairs of eyes stared balefully at him, and he willed them away; all but one pair vanished into the night. The little fox slunk into the lamplight, belligerence oozing from his pores. It infuriated Latro every time he failed to command the little beast, something that had started happening after he attempted to release it. It sat, tail curled about its feet, gaunt frame looking skeletal in the harsh orange light of the street lamp; its golden eyes reflected greenly. Latro strode past it, forcing himself not to look, to pretend it wasn't there. It fluidly and silently fell in step beside him; he started walking faster, making every sharp turn he could, trying to shake the beast or make it give up. It never left his side.
"What do you want?!" he practically screamed at it. It peered up contemptuously at him.
"What I always want," it answered. Latro didn't know if the fox was male or female, he was afraid to know; referring to the fox as 'it' made it easier to abuse it. Someone once told him that was a sign of sociopathy; that idea had made him uncomfortable, so he'd promptly had them castrated and hanged. Staring at the fox now, it's hateful eyes boring into him, he wondered if it was true. He spun on his heel and began walking again, and the little red monster followed.
He was due at the Sky House at ten sharp, but in his desperation to rid himself of his furry stalker, Latro didn't pay much attention to where he was going, until the snap of a branch shook him out of his thoughts. It took him nearly thirty seconds to comprehend where he was, and when he did, he bared his teeth in a snarl and growled. In his peripheral vision, the fox watched him, and in a fit of rage typical to him, he swung his leg out and kicked it. It could easily have dodged, but it didn't, and he heard it squeal in pain as it flew through the underbrush. The rage ebbed and he felt something alien, something he only ever felt after doing something cruel to the fox, and he slowly went after it.
The fox had landed by a felled tree, and as it staggered to its feet, its typical air of defiance laced with misery, Latro's eyes fell on a young elven woman perched on the log. He sauntered over to her, ignoring his injured familiar, and sat down on the log. He eyed her quietly and leaned back.
"Name?" he demanded. He was capable of being quite suave when he wanted to be, and could actually fool people into thinking he was a nice guy, but tonight, he just wasn't in the fucking mood for games.
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Unseelie Elf
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Post by KHALÍKA ITHÍL-AMAN on Feb 1, 2014 11:44:49 GMT
641 words , Khalíka , abyssus Khalíka's rare state of tranquility was disturbed by the sound of someone, presumably a human and statistically more likely to be male, thrashing loudly and what sounded quite aggressively through the forest. She knitted her brow in frustration and the remainder of the twig in her hand caught fire and was devoured by flames in a matter of seconds. She brushed the ash off her hands and scowled. Couldn't she have one fucking moment of peace around here? It's not as though she constantly sought solitude, and after a bloody long month she thought she somewhat deserved a moment of peace. No. She was here to enjoy the quiet and she wasn't going let her rage get the best of her. Not now at least. He would leave soon anyway, she told herself and closed her eyes in a futile attempt to block out the noise the stranger was making. It's just noise after all. Calm. Be calm. Enjoy the silence. She told herself over and over, though she felt her nails dig slightly harder into her palm at every sound that was made as the stranger got closer and closer. It wouldn't be worth it. Besides, what if it was one of her people? She would almost certainly lose much needed support if she were to snap at a friend. And she had very few of those as things stood anyway so she was not in a position to start conflicts over someone taking a loud stroll in the forest. Though she began to doubt whether it was just some clumsy oaf stumbling under the trees as Khalíka She heard a yelp of pain and turned around quickly to see a fox slam against the tree that she was sat upon. She raised a slender brow at the creature, looking over it's slender figure to see what was wrong with it. She should have bent down to help it, to see if it was injured, to offer it her healing skills, but she didn't move a muscle from where she sat. And only offered the fox a look of support, refusing to be pitiful as the fox would handle itself without her help. It didn't need pity to get by, she was fairly certain of it. She looked up as a man, whom she presumed had kicked the fox casually walked into view and Khalíka did all she could to ignore him. What he did to the fox was his own business, not hers. She had other more important wars that she had to fight rather than get caught in a debate over a fox that was kicked. Maybe the fox had deserved it. Either way, she would not get involved. If the creature knew what was good for it, it would have left and whilst she was surprised that the fox chose to stay, she didn't do anything about it. She felt her fist clench slightly and the blood beginning to boil as he sat beside her. Wouldn't it be obvious that she didn't want company if she had chosen to sit alone in the bloody forest instead of heading to a tavern or some place similar that was mere minutes away? When he asked-- no, commanded her to give him her name she turned to give him a hard glare and looked him straight in the eye. She wasn't a common whore to be treated as he pleased, she was a warrior, a leader, she was the blessed by Ithíl, she would not be commanded like a some bitch. "Watch yourself." She growled in response giving him a fair warning to stop now before she lost it. She wouldn't answer him and had not a care in the world who he was or his own name, just as long as he left her be. Fight fire with fire
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Post by LATRO ESTAS on Feb 3, 2014 4:35:32 GMT
A muscle twitched in Latro's face and he glared at the insolent wench beside him. She had some fucking nerve, mouthing off at him like that; the fox crouched behind the log, watching the pair with malicious interest. Latro leaned into her and reached up to give her hair a sharp tug to make sure she was paying attention.
"I wasn't asking, you little bitch," he snapped, "I've seen your kind around here for a while, I noticed some of you have children. Are you close to the rest of them, or would it matter to you if I scalped a few?" He figured that would help keep her interested in their conversation; if she cared about them, she'd be disgusted and possibly frightened, and if she didn't care, maybe she'd be amused and he'd get somewhere with her. Either way, he was going to have fun. He could hear the fox making huffing sounds that might have been laughter.
He let his eyes roam over her, appreciating her figure; her breasts were quite pleasant in particular. He hadn't been lying about seeing the other moon elves, they were kind of hard to miss, and he had been attracted to their somewhat exotic looks. There were several he'd already pointed out to his employees, mostly young girls, that he expected would fetch a pretty penny; until he'd said it to her, scalping them hadn't occurred to him, but now, he figured there must be a market for such fine hair.
"So am I just going to keep calling you Bitch, or are you going to be a good girl and give me your fucking name?" he asked coldly, as he silently summoned his various familiars. He didn't have many, and most were relatively small, but he expected his 250 pound Exatyl bat might startle her well and good. Better than that useless fox.
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Post by KHALÍKA ITHÍL-AMAN on Feb 4, 2014 18:36:43 GMT
As the man moved in closer Khalíka instinctively leant against him, both repulsed and appalled by the savage and bestial monster before her. When he tugged her hair, she pulled back and let out a hiss in response. Her complete and utter hatred for was only reinforced as he continued.
How dare he? HOW DARE HE?! She thought as he brought up the topic of scalping her people. The thought of them in his hand made her want to throw up in disgust at the very thought of the concept. And feeling the duty she was charged with as well as every instinct in her body screaming that this man was nothing but trouble, but her rage and stubborness dominated and she would not falter or walk away and admit defeat to this prick.
She felt a cold shiver down her spine as his eyes began to wander along her body and it was all she could do not to hit him. Let him look, a part of her instructed. That's all you'll ever let him do. And so she sat firmly and refused to move or show any signs of fear or submission.
This time as he opened his mouth again, she could not hold it in any longer and as he demanded her name again, she cast him a dark glare. A bitch? She'd show him a bitch and stood up, she cast him a dark glare. Preparing herself to turn to magic if she had to.
"You do not speak to me or about my people like that, you vile prick!" She said in a a raised voice filled with venom and spite. She brought her hand down with force to slap him hard across the cheek, it was all the cunt had been asking for and he would get a reaction from her if he wanted it that desperately. She hadn't a clue how he treated others but she would not stand by and allow him to get by with this sort of behaviour. Fight fire with fire
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Post by LATRO ESTAS on Feb 9, 2014 7:01:46 GMT
The fox barked and Latro grunted in surprise as her hand connected and his head snapped to the side; he inhaled sharply as he processed what just happened. Proud little bitch. He could fix that. His face stung, and he was quite sure it was a fine shade of red. He reached up and touched it gingerly with the tip of his middle fringe, his eyes locked onto the woman. Well at least he had struck a nerve. He sighed in a mixture of anger and satisfaction, and stood up, not willing to let some whore stare down at him. He stepped forward, placing himself only a few inches away from her. As he did, he looped one arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He leaned into her again and stared into her hot, defiant eyes with his cold, hateful ones.
"You," he growled, "have one hell of an arm," and he laughed. In a split second, his whole demeanor changed; his scowl dissolved into a beaming, mischievous grin, and he dropped his arm from Khalika and backed off. He sat back down on the tree, his position relaxed, and the fox crept out from it's hiding place and leapt onto the tree to settled beside it's master. Latro reached out a hand to scratch the beast behind the ear; it cringed, but stood still and allowed the unfamiliar affectionate touch. The pair watched her, Latro through amused, excited eyes, the fox with a guarded, sullen stare. Latro gestured to the spot Khalika had occupied not long ago.
"Come on then, sit," he commanded, "I'm not this nice to everyone, you know," 'you're not any kind of nice to anyone,' the fox muttered snidely, and Latro yanked a lock of it's fur. It then occurred to Latro quite suddenly, as things often did, that he had a prior engagement that he was going to be late for, because of this. The rational part of his brain told him he should leave, but Latro rarely listened to rationale from anyone, particularly himself. His business at Sky House could wait, they owed him a great deal of money, and they knew better than to raise a fuss if he missed an appointment.
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