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[BrienaSkysong]

(You may want to edit this post. I added a few things. And, uh... MY THREAD... MY RULES.
Magic is allowed.)

[Sage Akia]

OOC: Okay, I'm in a really bad mod now. My mom fucked up my internet AGAIN and i can't use the chat to talk to my grilfriend (Briena, who needs to read her PM's and Emails) I feel quite a bit of bloodlust rising right now.. so.... yeah. Don't annoy me.

Sage walked out of the tavern. Quite a few human men followed him, apparently using him to get close to Briena. Sage turned around quickly, feeling the radiating lust they had towards the elven girl. Sage was already in a bat mood from being stabbed in the chest and ten attacked by a hunter. When the humans got nearer, Sage lashed out with his claws killing two humans. With a spin he grabbed another and broke his neck. As the last human ran, Sage grabbed him by the neck and bit into it. He sucked the human's bllod until he was completely drained.

[BrienaSkysong]

Bri slowed, scenting the air, ears swiveling, listening for the moose.
She Shifted into a large, black wolf with blood red paws, and slid through the forest, silent as shadows.
She froze, ears pricking toward her right.

She was near a marsh, excellent habitat for moose.

Her blue eyes narrowed as she followed the sloshing, sucking sounds of a moose walking through the deeper water and reeds.
Then the beast stepped into sight.
A bull. And he was HUGE.
She hunkered down, letting the target wander past. Then she slipped after it, keeping downwind from the Moose as he lumbered along.
When the bull stopped and lifted a hind leg to scratch an itch, she launched into action.

The great beast bellowed in surprise and bolted. Briena gave chase.
The moose tired surprisingly fast and Briena closed in with remarkable speed.
She came abreast of the huge creature and lunged, managing to clamp her jaws around it's throat.

She tightened her vise-grip hold on the Moose's throat, and sank her teeth in for the killing bite.
She knew she'd severed the Great Vein when hot, sweet blood engulfed her sense of taste.

As the beast began to lose blood, it staggered, and she dropped to the ground and jumped out of the path of the beast.


Now it was just a matter of waiting until the Moose breathed it's final breath.
Then she would be able to take her kill to the Tavern for Renegade.

She trailed after the weakening bull, then sat down as it stumbled to a halt.

The creature's legs trembled violently, and his great, antlered head hung low, bloody foam frothing at his mouth. Then the legs gave out and folded, and the beast fell heavily to the forest carpet. Briena watched, then walked to the beast's head.

She lowered her wolven head and licked the beast's forehead gently.
The Great animal shuddered, a glazing eye focusing upon her as she Shifted to her Base Form, and looked down at the beast.

"You were brave, Great One. May your Spirit never know pain or sadness. Now, go, and enter into Bliss." She whispered, touching the moose's forehead.

The beast looked at her, then was still. And his Great Heart... beat no more.

[Sage Akia]

OOC: Seriously,hun. Keep up with the pm's and find a way to call me... I need something to calm me down, and your voice does it best.

[Sonusai]

Giggling quietly at the man's response to being pick-pocketed, Sonusai wonders if she should follow the handsome gentleman who gave her the beautiful flower. Placing it behind her ear, where it would be held in place by her long brown and green curls, she slowly follows the gentle woodsman to his place by the hearth. She selects a seat not far from him, and yet not too close to be noticed. Taking out her embroidery hoop, she continues where she left off, listening to the spun tales of the nice man, and hoping he would not notice that she was so forward as to follow him.

[muketsu_bara]

((Sorry it took so long for my first post))



The blue of the falling water, the dark sea green of the algae, the bright flashes of the fish below the surface of the clear, cold liquid, and the dappled greens of the grass surrounding the beauty of the waterfall captivated the dull red eyes of a cloaked figure. A fine white mist covered the grays of the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall, awaiting to catch some unforunate individual that happened to fall from its peak. The beauty of the wall of water was unlike anything she had ever seen, it was like the beauty of a cloudy sunset on a rainy day.

Stepping away from the waterfall, Rose moved through the woods, silence followed her as the snapping and crushing of fallen leaves came from her soft sandaled feet. The wind blew against her, showing off the simple black dress that clung to her slender body. A hood hid her long black and grey hair as the sound of an attack was heard nearby. Stopping and listening to the thud of a moose, she closed her eyes and took in the delicious scent of blood.

A quick dart of her pink tongue over her bottom lip brought her back to her senses. She sniffed the air gently and moved in the direction of blood. A woman's lilting voice whispered along the wind and she only had to follow it to find a rather beautiful woman kneeling beside a dead moose. "A rather interesting power, m'lady," her voice whispered like silk along the wind as she stepped closer, but stayed amongst the trees a good fifty feet.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena jumped at a female voice and looked around warily.
She saw someone, and narrowed her eyes.
"Thank you." She said, politely dipping her head.
Then she turned to the kill. Shifting into a Tiger, she began to drag the kill to the tavern, taking the strain of the weight easily.
She sensed that the male Vampire was nearby and narrowed her eyes. As she reached the door she dropped the moose ad Shifted back into her Base Form.
"Your meat, Innkeeper." She called.
Then she slipped into the Tavern and climbed the stairs to her room.
She looked exhausted. And she was. Hunting alone was difficult.
Reaching her room, Briena locked the door and went to lay down on her bed.
Drawing the curtains of the fourposter bed around her gve her the feeling of being safe in a den.
She sighed and rested.

[Sage Akia]

Sage walked back into the tavern after Briena had returned. He wiped the blood from his face and licked it from his fingers. Usually he only bit women, but his thirst had been near its peak after losing so much of his own blood. Anyway, now the elf girl had four less men to worry about. Sage knocked several humans out of his way as he walked up the stairs. Men were started to group up at Briena's door. Sage grabbed one of them and bit his neck. When the rest saw him drinking the man's blood they ran, FAST. After draining the man of all the life in him, Sage threw the lifeless corpse down the stairs. He wasn't going to let anyone try after the elf girl when he himself was after her. With a few magical words Sage cast a barrier around Briena's room. No male but him would be able to enter, but Briena could come and go as she wished.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena sensed the barrier suddenly being conjured around her and sat up.
She snarled. Why her?!
Couldn't that Vampire chase after some other girl?!
She drew back the hangings and leapt out of the bed, leapt off the bed and paced.
She sighed, trying to calm the raging storm of her fury.
Slowly, her pacing slowed, her eyes began to calm, and her fists unclenched and relaxed.
Briena knew she hadn't learned enough magecraft yet...

She sighed softly and left her room, darting past the others in the room.
She just wanted to get away from everyone. Be alone with the forest... Be one with the wind.

Briena stepped outside and started running, swift as a deer. Then faster.
She didn't tire. Reaching the falls, she paused, then she started to climb the nearly sheer cliff.
She found strong footholds and crevices that she could hold on to.

Briena managed to climb to the top and she took a long breather.
Then she gazed out over the forest. She could see everything for many miles, and knew that even if she were to become an eagle, the Forest still would have gone on for miles more.

She stood up and closed her eyes, letting the wind dance about her. The fingers of the wind carressed her face, stroking her hair. They playfully tossed her tresses about, laughing to her soul with joy.

The scents of redwoods, pines, maples, birches, and so many other kinds of trees embraced her, heightening her senses and clearing her mind.

She sang, softly, her mystical carrying across the forest... And the wind seemed to join in with the song, singing a soft melody...

"How gentle was the breeze
That Surrounded the way
How loud the sea's roar on the four

Winds everyday

Sharing love, wounded gifts from
Ancient long ago

Together they closed in the circles we know
Will we treasure all the secrets with life's changing scenes
Where our hearts were warm with love

So much love

Will the flowers grow again as I open
Out my hand

Precious time

Time for healing

The beauty of this land (2x)

How soulful those words that confuses the way

How wild the mountains stare as they guard our everyday
Take for granted noble hearts in the golden

Age that's flown

Between us recall on a strong road
We've known

We will treasure all the secrets with life's changing scenes
Where are hearts were warm with love
So much love

Will the flowers grow again as I open
Out my hand

Precious time

Time for healing
The beauty of this land"...

Briena opened her eyes as her song ended and gazed out over the forest yet again, she sighed and turned away, slipping into the forest and vanishing from sight.

[muketsu_bara]

Raising an slender eyebrow as she watched Briena shift into a tiger form in front of her, Rose was intrigued. This woman wasn't like the other women she saw walking around the towns. This one was different and that caught her attention. Following Briena at a distance, she slipped into the tavern to see a lifeless body fall down the stairs. Oh how very interesting.... she thought to herself and moved to the bar to speak to the bar tender. "A room, please, tender," she said softly.

As she waited, she let her dull red eyes scan the occupants in the room and she bit her bottom lip lightly as she felt a shift. Her eyes narrowed slightly as they drifted up the stairs. "Be quick about it, please, tender. I need my sleep," she said. Though she lied about sleep, some demons didn't need it, she was one of them. When she recieved her key, she dropped the money on the counter and drifted towards the stairs.

Stopping by the lifeless body of a man, she eyed the two puncture marks and smirked so. So there's a vampire nearby, she thought as she moved up the stairs. She could taste power on the air as she passed the door that belonged to Briena's room and she hesitated. Oh now this is very very interesting.... I'm glad I came here, then. The following days will be very entertaining.

With that, Rose walked to her door and unlocked it. She stepped inside and went straight to the window, where she closed the shutters. Pulling off the dark cloak and stretching the two giant bloodred wings, she let out a soft sigh and rolled out her neck. She relaxed and sat cross-legged on the floor, beginning to meditate as her wings flexed themselves.

[Sonusai]

Sonusai gasped quietly, as she sensed the life force being drained out of a human. Humming a small mournful tune, she takes out a new, fresh embroidery scarf, and embroiders the prayer for life after death, and continuation of peace onto a new scarf, intending on completing the custom for death as soon as she can.

"Stitch one, loop two, space three, loop two again...." And so on and so forth, until the three circles with the symbol for life and death in the middle of them were finished. Walking outside, she summons a small fire elemental, and burns the scarf to ashes, until there is nothing left, chanting the song for life and death as the scarf burned.

"May we all soar like eagles, flying so high. Circling the universe on wings of pure light. Singing Hey wichichaya, heya heyo. Hey Wichi-cha-aya heya, heyo."

Finally, the scarf is nothing but ash, and the spirit of the being who's life had ended much too soon was set free.
She then walks back inside, and sits back in her seat by the hearth, continuing the other embroidery.

[Sage Akia]

Sage walks into his room and drops his sword on the bed. That sword was annoying to wear at times, unlike the enchanted ones which took the forms of the rings on his hands. After grabbing a new dagger from his pack he walked back out of the room. Yet again another group of humans was there in the hallway. But this time each of them had wooden stakes. How nice, all the cattle were going to try to kill him now. Now the choice stood before him, Kill them all? Or let someone else take them out. Sage bared his fangs and felt them grow a bit as he prepared for his next meal.

A boy was walking in the forest alone. He wore normal clothes and there was no weapon on him other than a knife set in a holster on his leg. His black hair swayed just above his eyebrows, giving him a very normal look. The only strange thing about him was the energy that seemed to pour out of him. As he walked, all the wild herb and fruit plants grew taller, as if by magic. The boy, Cye, stopped in front of what looked like a tavern. He smiled brightly and said "Oh good, somewhere to stay for the night." He walked into the tavern casually, not even noticing the hunters grouped up outside.

[muketsu_bara]

Hearing a movement out of her door and opened her eyes, smirking softly and standing up. Rose moved to the door and threw the door open. She stepped out into hallway, eyeing the group of men. "Gentlemen," she said softly, "will any of you buy me a drink?"

Batting her eyes in a flirtatious movement and used her flirtatious nature to entrance the men. Passing by the vampire, she inclined her head to him and drifted down the steps with a rather large group of men following her.

[deedubya]

Weylyn continued telling tales all through the night. The more he drank, the grander the tales became, and the larger audience he attracted. He could no sooner finish his drink and a tale, moving as if to retire for the night, that another drink was placed in his hand, calls for more rising. His pace never slowed, his speech never hitched. He felt the presnece of the vampire moving about, felt him kill more than one drunk patron who got in his way.
Tamaska had moved to his side, watching the rest of the tavern with unwavering eyes. Tam's ears had perked at the return of Lady Bri, the smell of fresh moose blood still about her. In the middle of a story about Weylyn and Tamaska searching for a flower of great medicinal value, Weylyn turned to Tam and said, "And though we had searched far and wide, the fair maiden had found the flower. In fact she found it right where we had began, garnering great respect from us, for she must have been very skilled indeed." Tam issued a short growl, laying his head back on his paws, intently watching the stairs. Weylyn continued on with barely a hitch in his tale, ending in soon thereafter.
The tale was the last for the night for he was becoming slightly drunk, and running short on ideas. Calls for more came, but upon the arrival of more than one dead body, via the stairs, they quickly subsided. He rose from his chair, spotting the olive skinned woman from before knitting at a table just behind where Weylyn had been sitting. With a knowing smile, he approached her, Tamasa stretching out as he paused infront of her.
"Ahh milady, I see you partook in my telling of tales. Were they to your taste? I see you wear the flower from before, and it warms my heart to see your eyes once again shining clear. Excuse my abrutness, for I have been travelling from a great distance today and exhaustion threatens to all but consume me. If you are staying at this fine establishment tonight, I bid you good night. If travelling is in your future, Tamaska will escort you to wherever it is you wish. Goodnight, sweet dreams, and may our paths cross again." Walking off towards his room, slightly unsteady, he was nearly knocked against the wall by a fleeing Lady Bri. Studying her with great interest till she disappeared from view, he finally made it to his room.
[i] Oh but there are some burning questions to be answered in my mind... tomorrow [/i} he thought to himself as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

[[OOC: Edited my last post, changed my profile a bit to accomodate you better. Sword only has effect over my immediate self, not an area.]]

[Tarskius]

Oh this wouldn't fly. Definitely not. Jevols posted his hands on the ground and pushed himself up onto his feet, form-fitting suit becoming an ebony blur as he plants himself. He leapt to the door, body flashing past all the patrons in a second, opening his mouth wide to voice his discontent at the fleeing maiden, "HEEEEYY!!! I wasn't done with you!!! OH WHAT THE HELL?!". The neko jumped up in the air and shook a rebellious fist in the air, legs kicking out wildly. "Damn, she was fun, too.". Jevols slumped his head while a sad sigh passed through his lips his body rotating on his heel to sulk slowly back into the inn. An air of frustration came over the neko, his feet dragged the ground as he slipped his hands into the shallow pockets of those dark pants, "Damn...So what'm I supposed to do for the rest o' the day?"

[Sonusai]

Blushing at the kind gentleman's words, she nods, smiling faintly. As he started up the stairs, she smiled, giggling faintly.

Slowly, the other beings in the tavern drifted off to their respected places, either leaving altogether, or walking up the stairs to a room. When it finally seemed that no one would notice her, she stands up, and stretches. Ambling over to the tavern counter, she politely inquires if there are any rooms left. The innkeeper smiles, and hands her the very last key. She politely thanks him, and walks up the stairs to the very last room on the right, at the very back of the inn, her long black and green renaissance dress rustling around her dainty feet.

She opens the door to the room, and smiles. Tis a nice room, with a clean bed, a window, and a washbasin on the nightstand. She washes her face and hands, and changes into a long white nightgown that she made herself, back in the village. Pulling back the sheet, a large spider is revealed. Startled, she jumps, and tries not to yelp, so as not to wake the other occupants of the tavern inn. Cupping her hands, she picks up the spider and sets it on the window sill, before sitting down on the bed. Clutching her small pu'aca (a leather pouch she made as a child, filled with various stones and dried flowers that were important to her), she lays down, and pulls the covers up to her chest. Smiling at the moon, she says a small prayer before drifting off to sleep, hopeful that the next day will arrive with love, and joy.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena returned to the cliff and stared out over the Forest, before Shifting into a long legged mare.
She tossed her head lightly, then reared, pawing the air with her hooves.
Her high, chiming whinny filled the air about her with a sweet song.
She spun, mane flying, and galloped back into the trees.

Briena cantered through the trees, following an old path.
Her hooves made no sound on the soft moss.

She paused, blue eyes closing a moment...
Her ears twitched slightly, swiveling to listen to the forest's secrets...

As night fell, she shook herself, tail shimmering in the moonlight. Blindingly white pelt pelt gleaming in the rising moonlight, she leapt into a dancing step. She tossed her delicate head and reared high again, then came down gracefully. She cantered, switching leads every few strides.
Her silken, silver white tail swishing in time.
Her hooves beat out a rythem on the ground.
Then... She froze, facing the moon. Briena bowed her head.

Staring up at the moon, she tossed her head slightly, then wandered to the river, dipping her muzzle into the water.
She drank enough to sate her thirst, but not so much that she would be hindered by the weight of water sloshing in her belly, should she have had to run.

Briena shook herself, then trotted deeper into the forest.

She suddenly stiffened, ears pricked. What was that?
She scented at the air, and caught the scent of bear.
And the bear was rabid.
She reared, then spun and galloped hard for the cliff. The bear was lumbering after her at a high rate of speed.

Briena saw a large log ahead, as tall as her. Her legs worked harder, carrying her faster. She took a flying jump and sailed over the fallen log, nearly bumping her hind hooves on the wood.

She landed hard on the other side and kept running, sailing through the trees, weaving to avoid hitting any.

The bear was beginning to lose speed, but she was still going at a remarkable rate of speed.
Then, the bear slowed and roared after her.
She didn't stop running until she had reached the top of the falls.

There, Briena stopped, the adrenaline wearing off.
She was lathered in white sweat, and her sides were heaving.

Her head hung, and her nostrils flared. She folded her legs under her and lay down, her tail streaming in a silver/white sheet over the moss. She drifted off, letting the sleep cradle her.

........

Renegade listened to the tales with interest.
Weylyn always seemed to have a good story.

But Renegade wondered how Briena had brought down a moose that size.
After Weylyn had gone to his room, Renegade began washing mugs idly...

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[Hunter_Killer]

Lunarus rested against a pine tree. After a long week of travel he had arrived at the Forrest. He smelled the air, since his nose was even more sensitive than a human's even in his curret form. The trees rustled and their leaves danced in the light breeze that picked tem up and pulled them which ever way it drifted. The plants on the ground swayed and gave off rich scents like licorish or the sweet scent of new ferns. Yet the forrest was silent.

He heard no creatures near by nor saw an indication that any had passed by here recently. Between pockets of leaves he could vaugly see the twinkle of stars and the cresent moon. This silence was unnatural. He stored his walking stick in a special holder by his waist, as he slowly pulled both of his blades free from their sheaths. He tested the air with his nose. Movement. Imbedded in the tree where he had rested only seconds ago... was a massive axe.

The vampire that had swung it hissed in anger and turned to look to where he had gone. Lunarus dropped from the branch just above the vampire pulling his swords criss-cross like a giant pair of shears. He decapitated the vampire before it even understood what happened. The shocked face remained printed on its head as it rolled off its body and rolled a littleways in the eath, until the roots of an old tree stopped it. Its dark blood squirted from its body and some of it got on his blades.

Lunarus looked at the blood on the swords then moved one of them close to his face. He sniffed the blood ad smiled, then he licked it from the edge of the sword. before storing his weapons away once more. He was encountering even more vampires now... he was drawing closer to the one he searced for. He walked into the shadows of the trees, his armor blending in the dark night until he vanished without a trace.

Lunarus heard the roar of the falls near by and he searched for it. As he drew closer the presence of another alerted him. He looked around until his eyes fell upon a white mare... His senses told his she was a shifter, he had been alive before the first ones roamed the lands. He watchted his form in the moonlight with sadness. He remembered Selene, the night they were attacked... before it all happened. Her snow white hair sparkled in the full moon's light. Luarus sighed and leaned against the nearest tree, thinking back to all the years he lived, ignoring the shifter completely now.

The night was still young, this Lunarus knew... He watched the forrest carefully, listeneing to the roar of the falls as well.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena's ears twitched as she sensed a male presense.
She had slept well enough by then, and she raised her head.

Her ears pricked as she spotted the male. He seemed off in his own little world, and wasn't paying her the slightest bit of attention. That suited her perfectly. She had had quite enough of male hopefuls.

Thus, she pulled herself to her hooves and went to the waterside, lowering her head to drink.

Then she Shifted back into her Base Form and went to the edge of the cliff.
Briena eased herself over the edge and began to inch her way down the rock wall.

When she reached the ground, she wiped her hands and went to the river, dipped them into the water, rubbed them together, then rinsed the liquified dirt in the water.
Patting her hands dry on her skirts, she sat on a large boulder.

Stretching, she closed her eyes and sighed.

[Hunter_Killer]

Lunarus saw the shifter change back to her base form. He didn't care in the slightest... her beauty was nothing to him compared to his former lover Selene. Sadness filled him then and he changed into a wolf. As he changed his armor changed to fit him as well, so soon he looked like an armored silver wolf.

He bounded up to the top of the waterfall, as was his wolf's nature... He sat at the edge and looked up into the twinkling stars and the crescent moon. Sadness filled him and he howled a solitary note, wishing for time long since passed. For now he was alone... and only vengence would satisfy him. Humans, elves and all other races could claim their beauty was the best but he knew... Lunarus knew only a female elder had the beauty to sway hs heart.

The note echoed into the distence and he sat there, on the edge of the waterfall, watching the stars and the moon. The shifter was no longer even on his mind, forgotten in the ears he had lived... as only memories of the past prevailed on silent nights such as this.