Flynn Edyrimm's Story

"Are. You. KIDDING. Me." Flynn yelled as he fell facefirst in the mud and rubbish after tripping over the root of a tree, stumbling, staggering, and losing balance before greeting the ground with his face. He kept lying there for a while, ranting about how stupid and dumb forests were before getting up in shock at a weird sound he couldn't really place. With his face covered in dust and his hair decorated with leaves, the boy watched it's surroundings before realizing it was just one of those stupid dumb animals that probably laughed at him for tripping over something like a root.
"I swear to god. If I find that deer I will tell him who rules the forest here." He ranted more and more, rubbing off the leaves and dirt that he took with him during the fall. And like nothing happened, Flynn skipped further, towards god knew where.

Lola was meditating to try and find out more of her past lives, and so far, got nowhere. Maybe she needed to ask her master for help... No, he would be too busy with his work. Her master worked as a doctor and used magic constantly, so when he wasn't working, he was resting.

Lola sighed contently, when BAM! She heard some one ranting far below her. She looked down, and saw some pointy-eared guy skipping away after ranting about stupid forests for a while. As she climbed down carefully and continued watching him, he seemed... Odd to say the least. Her years of knowledge told her this was a forest elf. And as Lola watched, she began to straighten her sweater.

"Yes, Yes. I understand. Hey, Don't worry. The poachers aren't here anymore." Flynn muttered close to the animal's ear. He caressed it's snout, and the deer even seemed to understand what he was saying.
"See? You're perfectly fine like that! You can run if they come, don't let them get you." Flynn patted the back of the creature and stroke down to the tail, before the animal snorted and lowered it's head to thank the boy for what he told 'her'. Flynn let himself sit on the ground, as a few birds surrounded him complaining about forest-haters, people's litter, and noisy children, and Flynn sat in despair for a moment. "I know, I know, please, forgive me. I don't know how to beat senses in the human race. You see, I'm an elf, And I'm half the power of a human.." He said, pulling his own little elf ear and reaching out the the little bird in front of him.
"I feel like doctor Phil..." He muttered, as he got replied by a twittering that sound like complaint.
"I know you heard that, but honestly, who am I kidding? I'm talking to birds!" The bird twittered as it was laughing and flew off in the distance, leaving Flynn hopelessly on the ground.
"See? That's exactly what I mean." He said to the deer that was just grazing some old leaves from the ground, not having any comment ready for the boy.

Lola climbed up into another tree and continued her watching. Appearently this elf talked to animals. Interesting.... She decided to try and meditate again, but a bird suddenly pecked at her forehead and Lola yelled out, "EEEP!" She lost her balence on the treebranch, and started to fall to the ground. As soon as she hit the ground, she realized she was only about 6 feet up from the ground to begin with. "Ouch..." She groaned.

Flynn, startled by the sudden falling sound, turned around and looked at the doll-looking girl on the ground. A grin appeared on his face, and after standing up, he skipped over to her. He leaned over her body and smirked.
"That happens when you watch strangers, happens to me quite often." He said, and waited for a reaction from the girl.
"Are you okay, though?" He now asked, slightly concerned that the girl might be injured from the 'crash'.

"Ugh..." She got up carefully and brushed off the dirt. "I'm fine. And even if I wasn't, I have a doctor for my father." She wiped off dirt from her face with her sleeve. "Sorry for following you, I thought you different from the usual creatures. I'm Lola. I would give you a handshake, but my hand's dirty now..." She smiled a little at him.

((I swear to god, I love your overly hipster character.))

Flynn couldn't keep his attention to the fallen girl as a sound came from the bushes, if it was that deer again, He'd swore he had a stalker. Flynn paused when some kind of creature that looked like a goat on it's lower half appeared just a few meters away from him. He had seen these creatures around, but never talked to them as he knew that he'd probably mess the conversation up. And then again, he was just 'a brat' and who the hell would listen to his rantings? Exactly, not even a frog. Though, a deer would find the time to hear him out, but even that, it was still an animal.

What? Flynn couldn't believe the sight at a cigarette being thrown on the ground and just be lying there in the leaves. He was truly a nazi when it came to that, since he was the one that would suffer from complaints of the animals because some stupid hipster guy would throw his litter on the ground. And that was when Flynn greeted the girl goodbye, and skipped over to the probably two heads taller guy because of those hooves he was walking on.
"So, it feels like home huh? Throwing your ciggies on the ground? In case you didn't know, I'm trying to deal with birds and frogs complaining about guys like you here." He said, slightly holding back everything that could be seen as actual anger. But he was just truly pissed off, that attitude, that everything, he just wanted to punch it, even if he probably would end up being beaten up.

L E O P O L D • P R A T T

Leopold was half tempted to keep walking, but instead he slowed to a stop and updated his Twitter account. ’Ugh. Another hippie prick thinks he’s gonna save the world. FML #fuckinghippies #treehugger #nobueno’ Rolling his eyes, Leopold turned to face the irritating voice and audibly groaned. An elf. It just had to be an elf. Of all the species in Bluffton, it was a tree hugging, nature fucking, elf. Just his luck.

Leopold let his irritation show and cocked his hip to the side, “Now listen here, kid. I come from a long line of powerful satyrs, you know, forest deities, so don’t you go lecturing me on how to treat my own goddamn domain.” Yeah, if one could call a gross-ass forest they spent as little time in as possible their domain. “And for the record, I don’t care about your little Snow White issues; just ignore the vermin if you don’t wanna hear complaints.” He shifted his weight to the other hip, brushing his bangs back from where they stuck out of his beanie before resting his hand on his jutting hip. “’Sides, a squirrel or some shit’ll eat the cig before it causes any damage, See? Problem solved.” The ‘like, duh’ was heavily implied in his unimpressed stare. “Now go hump a tree or something.”

Arlathina Dalisia

I couldn’t believe that the ride from hell was over. I brushed a few stray, blonde hairs behind my ear and stood, walking from the interior of the escape pod. Before me, there stretched a forest, very similar to the ones on Isteria, but there was something different. The colors here were less saturated. On Isteria, the hues were so vivid that you could practically taste them, making this environment pale in comparison.

My pointed ears twitched at what sounded like speech, a short distance to the west. Given what had just happened to me, I was not sure whether or not I could trust anybody, but remaining alone was not an option. My assailants could be tracking the location of the escape pod right now. Frantically, I weighed my options.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩ

The earth delighted to feel my bare feet, or was it that my feet delighted to feel the bare earth? Either way, the crunch of leaves would have exposed my location to any enemies. This was intentional, of course. As I crashed through the troublesome branches and undergrowth, I began to moan and feign a sob. The halt of the aircraft had resulted in some minor abrasions, and I knew that I must play them off well. They were right ahead of me now, a group of—according to my best estimates—three people; two male and one female.

They spoke in a language that I could not understand, but this did not deter me from seeking their aid. One of the many special qualities of Isterians was their exceptional skills in the craft and understanding of language. After these beings spoke a few sentences to me, she would be able to analyze, deconstruct, and then reconstruct the language, thus learning to speak it—or at least be able to get my general message across.

They were very close to me now, and this was when the true actor began to shine. A tad bit overdramatically, although I honestly wasn’t that worried about it, I crashed through the last wave of foliage. Upon seeing the trio, I crashed to the ground in a limp pile, my body shook by fits of coughing. I was hoping that my performance would illicit the appropriate reaction.

C a s s i u s

Huh, Finland packs more muscle than she looks. I should probably walk like a normal person instead of letting myself be dragged by my familiar, but homework is her goal. Homework is the enemy. She is the enemy. But she is my friend. No. She is the enemy. I am conflicted. I sob. “Where are my shoessssssssssssssss?” I whine because that is the only option, to annoy so much she abandons me in favor of sanity.

Finland simply waves my lovely, old-as-fuck oxford loafers. I should purchase more shoes; only owning one pair of feet-protectors that are older than my father does not produce functional citizens. Hah, like I am a functional citizen. Finny, wonderful Finland carries all my stuff, drags me over gross dirt and probably massacres bugs with my poor body. “Ya know. One time, I saw a snake vomit a half-digested bird into the lake. I don’t know why I still swim there. There’s also those stupid nymphs, well one of them is really stupid and annoying and has freckles. I like his freckles. They’re cool. Freckles are cool. Why don’t I have freckles? Why don’t you have freckles? Why is everyone at the lake? I’m tired,” I ramble fluttering the arm that isn’t being dislocated from its shoulder spot.

“Cass.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

I follow her suggestion because I am an obedient friend. The ground kisses my legs with scraps and cuts; the air pollutes my ears with people talking then coughing. Who coughs anymore? That is so overrated. Trees. So many trees, trees are everywhere. I miss the lake. Dirt is replaces with dried leaves and rocks, sufficiently increasing the pain of the foliage grating against my princess-sensitive-soft-precious skin. Birds chirp pleasantly, squirrels did squirrelly things; it is all very pleasant and nature-like. I hate it.

One moment it was just Finland and I accompanied by people noises and nature white noises, then it was a bunch of people and Finland and I. Awkward. “Finland,” I hiss totally discreetly, “I forgot to wash the paintbrushes,” which is code for “we need to leave now there are people here and I don’t like people”.

Unfortunately, my darling Finny felt some motherly urge to help the person coughing and abandoned me, I quickly pick myself up paranoid insects would swarm my prone body. How could he do this to me? She pats the cough pile of person’s back, asking in her sweet tone, “Hello, do you need to go to the hospital?”

Rolling my eyes, I note besides coughing girl, lingering the area are pointy-ear guy, sassy gay satyr hipster, and creepy looking female. Lovely. Goddamnit. Leo is here to stalk the stupid nymph no doubt. I hope he loses interest in whatever this is. I hope Finland loses interest actually. Silently, I will him to flounce over to the lake, but, alas, my will is not powerful enough.

Lola sighed and sat down, not paying attention to the two males. Until a female came over, she paid no attention whatsoever until she came coughing up dust. Lola asked the person patting on the girl's back, "Shall I take her to my father? He is a doctor." She looked at the girl. "If that's fine by you."

Xavier entered the scene. Looking around, he immediately ran over to Lola, embracing her in a tight hug. "Lola! What are you doing here? Why didn't you leave a note when you left?"

"Woah, Dad! I DID leave a note, I left it on the fridge." Lola sighed at her overly protective father, forgetting the girl for a minute.