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Post by Jaidan al'Coriman on Mar 5, 2006 13:07:26 GMT -5
A wind arose in the east, bringing with it echoes of pain and suffering spawned of the previous winter's indiscriminate ravage of the mountain territories. It swept across field and farmland, city and forest, a witness to the destruction that took seed all across the earth and sighed in low, ancient tones. Wind whipped Jaidan's short, greying locks sharply across his stoic expression, all expresion barred from his. However, a soft flicker in the cool depths of his cerulean eyes wanted to weep for every nation in this forsaken territory. But when all he knew to do was fight and keep on fighting, a short grunt escaped his lips as he idly twirled the wickedly sharp blade of a slender knife.
The rocky precipie upon which he stood overlooked a gorge formed by hurtling, churning waters for the melted snow in the high mountain. This powerful river cackled and churned across smooth river rocks, emmited an echoing roar that blotted out even the shrill chirruping of a hundred jewel-coloured songbirds. Salmon flitted dangerously beneath shady rocks and against the white breaking torrents, all for the hope that they would reach the highland lakes so that they could make the same journey the year after. He felt as though this was the right kind of resolve - battling nature without ever losing hope.
Jaidan turned away from the gorge and melded back into the thick forest, neutral coloured cloak and livery blending naturally with both leaf and bark. Where loam should have crunched noisly beneath his soft laced boots, silence rang; he moved with the stealth and fierce grace of a wolf.
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Post by Elvenwarrior on Mar 5, 2006 19:43:32 GMT -5
A figure soared through the air above the gorge, winging through the winds that whistled past it. The closer it came the more it resolved into two figures. The first was a woman, though she was wearing a black leather long sleeved top and pants, her mid-riff visiable. She had sharp features, and lightly tanned skin, with sparkling sharp blue eyes. She was slender, and tall with the look of a cat and it's grace about her. As the wind blew her long, waist-length, brown hair back it revealed pointed ears, for she was really one of the Fair Folk, and Elven Maiden. Or more precisly and Elven Warrior, for upon her back were two twin swords, each silver with sapphires entwinned with silver in the pommels. Also across her back was a finely crafted bow, though there was no evidence of a quiver about the warrior. When she moved her hands, light glinted off of two sapphires, also entwinned with silver, embedded in her palms. The second figure was a crystal blue dragoness, though she was smaller in size than most dragons. She was devilishly quick both in the air and water, and was an excellent swimmer, for she was a water dragon. She had dazzling blue eyes, her leathery, translucent wings beating against the wind to drive her through the wind and air. There were silver spines running along her back , and she had silver teeth and talons. The Elf's name was Sora, the crystal dragoness Sapphire.
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Post by Jaidan al'Coriman on Mar 5, 2006 22:01:19 GMT -5
The black tanned leather form of a lucid, flighty crow weaved across the gloves on his left hand, raised instinctively to shield his eyes from glaring sunlight. Ash-flecked eyes combed a cloud-ridden sky, glimpses of brilliant sapphire percievable through the myriad of grey. Jaidan glided silently from the dappled shadows of a spreading oak, mildly intrigued at what creature might ander these deserted woods. He chuckled lightly and moved into the blinding sunlight. I should ask first myself. He thought, grim irony to his hard smile.
He alighted the ridge from whence he came, the gliding figure clearer for the absence of foliage. Figures, He thought to himself with the slightest quirk of an eyebrow. The pair soared past him, and he found himself running to chase them, though he couldn't put a reason to such hasty actions. "I must be getting soft," he murmured with a slight sigh of resign. With no effort to make his presence unkown, leaves and branches snapped between his sienna boots and multiple knifes gave short metallic clings at his waist as he coursed down the length of the gorge.
It was a rather hopeless cause to try to be seen, but Jaidan fought for recognition. A part of him was filled with curiosity, the other lonely for his long travels from the mountains he'd once called home. The main reason for his leavetakings was the hope that he would leave behind the painful half-memories of his past life. The wound in his side, now but an uneavenly healed tear of flesh, would help him remember his vow for revenge well enough.
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Post by Elvenwarrior on Mar 5, 2006 22:16:15 GMT -5
Sora looked over her shoulder, and saw the running figure behind them. She seemed to laugh, the wind tearing the sound from her lips. She slapped the dragons sapphire scales, grinning. ~It seems we are being chased.~ she thought to her bonded, amusement in her mind-voice. ~He doesnt look dangerous, so let's land over there.~ she said, a picture flashing in her mind.
The dragon nodded, swiftly dropping into a dive. Though she wore no saddle, the Elf easily stayed on her back, in the space between her spines where her neck met her shoulders. Her wings snapped open, and she backwinged, landing easily on the ground on the side of gorge, near the end.
Sora slipped down off of Sapphire's shoulder, landing softly and agily apon the earth with the grace of an Elf, the agility also Elven, though also resembling a cat. The dragon was small, only the size of a house, so it had been an easy drop to the earth. She grabbed her bow from her back, and waited with it in her hand near her bonded's shoulder.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 11, 2008 3:04:31 GMT -5
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