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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 14:54:06 GMT -5
Tiire stood in the forest, trying to catch her breath. From behind her, there came the sound of a twig snapping. She tured, Dinen stood there, a stick he had broken with his hands still laying balanced on his fingertips.
"Tiire, darling, so wonderful to see you... and at so very fortunate a place...
"Dinen... tis not the time..."
"I swear I do not know what you mean, sweet Tiire."
He murmured, coming forth and nibbling on her ear. Tiire pushed him away and backed up a few steps,
"No."
He came forward once more, a sardonic smile on his face...
"Dinen! no!"
She said once he had her pressed aginst a tree, grabbng his own knife out of hi belt and slshign it accross his face.
He stumbled backwards, blood drippig down from a slash in his cheek.
Then she made the fatal mistake... and turned her back on a pised off drow elf. She managed to get three paces away before falling to the ground, dead.
A crossbow bolt embedded deep within her back.
Dinen put away his hand crossbow with a snort.
"Nasty little morsel you are."
He snarled at her, then, with a tilt of his over-large brimmed hat, he strode away.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 27, 2004 15:14:00 GMT -5
"NO!"
The voice rang out through the forest as the dark haired Silas fell alongside Tiire's long since cold and dead body several hours. Of course, it seemed like an eternity since he'd left in hopes of finding her and following her.
He'd never wanted her to leave... Never expected her to... Just wanted her to be happy. If it took leaving, it was fine... But he hadn't meant to push her into it... Had just been so angry, so... blinded. And look what it had gotten her into... What it had gotten him into.
"Tiire..."
IN the emotion, he ripped the crossbow bolt out of her back, then rolled her over so as to gaze into the lifeless eyes.
And then his eyes caught the abandoned knife, several feet away. He stretched out and snatched it into his hand, ready to thrust it into his chest. But... it was so familiar...
Dinen! That fool Drow that Tiire had shared a bed with so long ago. But how...
Eyes flashing crimson a moment before the pupils took on the full colour, he stood, nearly snarling. Blade in hand, as he'd left all but his own belt-knife and the short dagger that rested in his boot back at the citadel, he followed the direction that the Drow's trail started in at full speed.
He would avenge her.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 15:25:22 GMT -5
Not ten minutes after he had started following the drows trail he heard a drows voice call out in agony. as her persued, he came upon a clearing.
There was Dinen, laying on the ground with a knife in his heart. But he was not alone... a woman stood above his body, she was an elf... or looked vaugly like one.
She had wais-length hair that was braided into over a thousand tiny little braides, with glass beads, chimes and feathers hanging in them. Her hair was as silver as Tiires own, infact, the colour was identical.
She had tanned skin and the face of a beauty, large golden eyes currently staring down at Dinen in digust.
"A life for a life, you worthless peice of..."
she kicked the drows lifeless body. It now became apparent the exotic woman was wearing the strangest outfit.
Tied around ither elbows where the skinned lower-arms of lions, so that the paws hung ofer her hands. they had been crafted so that she could slip her fingers into the finer-pockets and use the claws like a real Lion.
around her knees was tied the skinned lower legs of a lion, so that the gargantuan back-paws hung over her feet, her toes fitting into those sokets as well.
She wore tanned leather breeches and a sleevless leather vest that was low-cut with no shirt underneath.
A truley stirking woman.
Other than the two pair of claws she had on her feet and arms, she only carried a long curved dagger in a sheath on her hip.
Golden eyes had not yet cought sight of Silas.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 27, 2004 15:33:39 GMT -5
As soon as he caught sight of Dinen's body lying there dead, he'd stopped at the edge of the clearing, seething... breathing heavily. And then his eyes caught the elven woman's form, and the crimson of his pupils deepened.
How dare she.
His chest rose and fell atill angrily. The tell-tale muscle in his cheek began to twitch again. And once more, his adams-apple began to bob angrily again.
But he could do nothing-- only glare angrily between the two-- Elven woman and Drow man, the latter of which now laying dead on the ground... The latter of which he'd hoped to kill in the avenging of the life of the only woman... truly the only woman he'd ever loved. The one he'd pushed away without meaning to. The one--
'A life for a life...'
How on earth had she known that he'd killed Tiire? Had she seen? Did she know the woman? What--
Why?
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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 15:37:25 GMT -5
The woman looked up and spotted Silas, jumping in surprise and reflexivly brandishing those claws... as if they where attacht to her body.
"Who ah you? what do you wante?"
She asked, a sultry voice that was slightly accented.
"What is a Bare-zarker doing here? ant an elvish one!"
She lowered her weapons, looking at him curiously. She had had many berzerkers in her fleet when working for Tiire.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 27, 2004 15:49:28 GMT -5
"Following him," he managed after a rather long pause, ever flashing his glare between the two still. "He--"
His chest began to heave rapidly again, and he turned, agngrily slinging the knife he carried at the nearest tree.
And watched as it imbedded itself firmly in the trunk.
"You killed him!" he managed in a snarl as he turned again, pointing angrily at her. "YOU killed him! And he killed..."
But he stopped himself. Nothing but anger showed in his eyes... And deeper than that, pure hatred. Hatred for Dinen, for the woman that had killed him in HIS place, for Tiire for leaving... for himself for pushing her into it. And that only made this wrath worse.
He lept toward her, completely unarmed, despite the fact that he had two blades on him... But he was too senile at this point to pull them out. And it would take a lot to drop him to the ground. It didn't matter if he was bleeding to death... He would stay alive... He would avenge Tiire's death... He would finish the woman that had--
No... he would finish himself.
But it was too late to remove his course from her.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 15:57:20 GMT -5
She knew immeadiatly that this man was not like her trained warriors, they had to bring the berzerking strength onto themselves with a special ceremony before battle. This man was one of the most amazing, it seemed, for he was a natural berzerker, and such was rare.
He had already earned her respect before he even leaped at her.
The woman was used to dealing with such cases, somtimes it takes a long time for berzerkers to regain a sence of humanity, and she was usually left to handling them.
But this... he must have known lady Tiire! to know Dinen was to know Tiire. Those two had been close friends for years. Dinen and Tiire, never one without the other. And, she thought, I guess that woks ni death as well.
"Halt yourself!"
She cried as she cought him with her lion-pawed hands. Surprisingly, she held him there. And it was not her own strength, no, becouse none could naturally hold a berzerker! the lions paws she wore where magically strength-enchanted.
So she held him still, making it impossible for him to move.
"Khallime!! khalin mayha... kahy... kahllyme..."
Ancient words used to calm warriors out of the trance/
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Post by Arwen on Jun 27, 2004 16:08:06 GMT -5
But of course, the words did not work on naturally beserk, blood-wrath filled folk.
"Let me go... Let me go... LET ME GO!" he cried, kicking out at her with his legs, but not managing to harm her.
"No... Leave me... Let me... Go to her!"
With these random mutterings, random lines of explicatives fell from his tongues to accompany them. he muttered or yelled a few random things a while more, then began to curse once more.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 16:11:41 GMT -5
"Lady Tiire would bid you calm down, elf. Do not soil her name with your idiodic ramblings!"
She brought up a knee to his groin with quick, hard accuracy, dropping him the the ground and bouding back at least ten paces with one single jump.
The foot pads where magically enhanced with speed.
"Why must she always befriend the crazy ones..."
the woman muttered, sitting down cross-legged on the ground, braided silver hair tinkling musically in the breeze.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 27, 2004 16:22:09 GMT -5
He groaned as he fell to his knees, doubled over for only a moment before he gazed up at her again, the crimson flashing away for a moment.
"Befriend? An understatement... But how would you know," he murmered before painfully standing again, suddenly devoid with wrath on the outside.
"I apologize for attacking you."
With that he turned as if nothing had happened and removed the knife from the tree.
"Perhaps I will see you again. But I doubt it. You've relieved from me the trouble of killing him, so I suppose I owe you a thanks. But I cannot bring myself to give you any."
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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 16:28:17 GMT -5
"I knew her. Probably better than anyone else alive. We had been friends scince her... encounter... with her brother. She fled to the surface, met me, and we had been friends ever scince.
I knew Dinen was trouble. So did she. But her unwillingness to get rid of him wwas her downfall. I fought beside her in wars, and loved her as a commander and a friend."
She got up and took the knife from his hands with her paw covered ones, breaking it in half and tossing it to the ground, the blade now bent and usless.
"My name, fully, is Sheinalliah, my name known to most, however, is Sheig."
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Post by Arwen on Jun 27, 2004 16:43:57 GMT -5
"The breaking of the Drow's blade will not stop me," he managed, eyes once more flashing an angry crimson. "Nothing you do will stop me..."
"My name is Silas. Taure-Aran if you wish to know me by the birth name."
But his voice was harsh, sour. And he turned once again in the direction he'd originally come from: The direction in which he would find Tiire's body once more.
he was coming for her... And for him.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 16:50:26 GMT -5
Sheig frowned but did not move to stop him in anyway.
"It is selfish and wrong to take your own life! Im sure you have people out there that love you and would greive deeply at your death! to die becouse of her... you must have loved her deeply. I understand that! I cared for ehr as well! I have known her scince we where both children, does that count for nothing?!"
still the beauty did not move.
"Go, then. Take your life, you selfish ignorant. She would frown upon you for doing so! infact, here"
She slapped him accross, the face, a painfull maneauver what with her paw-pads hitting him like leather chest plate in the face, but her claws where sheathed.
"thats from her!"
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Post by Arwen on Jun 27, 2004 17:00:52 GMT -5
"She would only frown upon it because she died with hatred for me," he replied rather sadly, though he still showed pure hatred in his eyes. And it had only strengthened again at the painful slap. His cheek throbbed.
"I pushed her away. I didn't mean to, but I did. If she had stayed, she wouldn't have run into Dinen. It's my fault."
He seemed blinded to the fact that he was being very selfish. But he wasn't killing himself for Tiire... He wasn't doing it for anyone. He was doing it because he killed her. And justice would be served. But he wouldn't admit that. Would only serve justice.
He turned his head again, and began to walk slowly back to where Tiire lay... not a ten minute jog away.
So he sprinted.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 27, 2004 17:11:20 GMT -5
Sheig turned and leaned against a nearby tree. His life was not hers to change, she had no right to stop him when all he wanted was to end his own pain.
"May Oniliah watch over his soul..."
she murmured, looking in the direction Silas had run off into.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 29, 2004 7:22:13 GMT -5
It seemed an eternity, but yea, only a few minutes later that he fell to her side again. She was still face up, the way he'd turned her, and he gazed into the deep, lifeless eyes.
He quickly pulled his belt knife out of its small sheathe, holding it a while... examining it.
"I saw you... But I couldn't stop myself," he whispered, reaching out for one of her hands with his own. If he hadn't become angry... If he had been able to hold it all in for just a while longer... This never would have happened. She wouldn't be lying here dead. It was his fault. He hadn't meant to push her away! The same thoughts continued to echo back and forth in his mind, over and over again.
He lifted her limp form into his arms for a short moment, then lay her back down again, scooting just an arm's length away.
Dima appeared out of the shadows. "Taure! Silas... You mustn't do this, my fr--"
He was cut off as a nearly fist sized stone caught him on the side of the head, knocking him out immediately. He fell to the ground with a thump.
"Too late, my friend," murmered Silas sadly.
Thus the blade touched his neck, then sliced across it. Thus he fell face first onto the ground beside her, reaching out in his last moment to place his hand on her shoulder.
And in his eyes when he was still alive, that had been how it must be. She there, he reaching for her, just in arms reach, just touching her.
They'd never been meant to be together. But perhaps, just perhaps... She, his ship would be waiting at the bottom of the ocean that was death. And if not, then she would always just be be out of his reach, as he was barely brushing his fingertips across her shoulder now. He would find her in another place. Just as he'd found her now.
The dark-haired Elf's lifeless eyes gazed over at her, seeming to take in every feature of the young woman's face.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 30, 2004 14:09:38 GMT -5
Standing before the gates between life and death there stood a solitary figure. Thousands passed, the gatekeeper tallying the lives by ways of tranporting one bead for every life from one bowl into the other.
But one bead she had set aside, for one soul refused to pass through.
The gatekeeper could do nothing, she had lifted the life-bead, but the moment it left the bowl, it had become to heavy to hold and she had dropped it.
So now the soul waited, facing away from the great river, the wavering air and soul filled waters that dipped and weaved with its ever present song...
Death makes comrades of us all...
Such as this had never happened before. Nothing could drag this one from her spot, the pure agony of staying still, resisting the ultimate tug and pull of the gate... she was torn to peaces only to be put back together again, but nothing could move this soul from the spot upon which she stood.
When Silas had come drifting down, he was met by Tiire, who whipped around to face him, tears in her eyes, as she opened her arms wide to embrace him, an embrace to last forever, for once life has ended, no worldly complications could come between them.
It had been his hand on her dead shoulder that had made her bead of life still. It was becouse of him that she had been able to stay, though nothing could have stopped her.
She had waited, she would have waited for eternity...
All was forgiven...
All was fogotten...
Nothing could ever come between them again...
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Post by Tiire on Jun 30, 2004 14:31:18 GMT -5
back with Sheig....
The exotic maiden had bean leaning aghainst the tree for around ten minutes, but her timing was calculated. She knew what the elf was going to do, and in her own way she understood and respected how he could love the woman so much as to take his own life.
She hoped her prayer had helped his soul along the way.
Silently she ran through the woods on her magic-enhanced paw-covered feet, coming upon the scene within moments.
Sheig spotted the heart breaking sight and smiled, leaning down to gently close both of their eyes. Little did she know the moment she did that was the exact moment the two lovers souls met up at the gate.
Turning away though, wind making the chimes in her hair sing musically, the exotic beauty noticed another laying down a few feet away...
She approached the being couticously, only when she was up close did she see why this being had not moved when she had entered. He had taken a serious blow to the head.
She had never met this handsome elf before, though he greatly resembled the dead one. Perhaps they where twins? perhaps not.
One hour later
There was a crackling fire in the clearing that Silas had met Sheig, and laying beside it with a cool cloth on his head was Dima, still unconcious. Sheig had admired the elf's handsome face, even as she worried about if he would live or not.
Normally in such situations the patient would go into coma, and if that happened, Sheig wasnt sure what to do with him.
About twenty feet away there was a patch of up-turned soil, where the exotic maiden had buried Silas and Tiire, side-by-side.
Now she sat cross-legged beside Dima, facing him and the fire at the same time. She pulled off the warming cloth, squeezed out the water, dipped it in a bucket of fresh, cold water, and replaced it on his head.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 30, 2004 14:45:06 GMT -5
As she replaced the cloth, he awoke, and out of instinct, swiftly reached up and grabbed her hand as it receeded, jolting aright and tugging her forward.
But as he did, his eyes caught the upturned earth and his head began to throb, all three in less than a few seconds. He collapsed back to the ground, releasing her hand, in closing his eyes again.
"Who in the name of all things sacred are you, and what are you doing here?" he murmered in caustic, though curious, and still painful question as he moved his hand to cover his eyes. "And for the sake of an injured and burning man, either help me away from the fire or put it out-- or at least down."
With those words he turned away from the fire and placed his arm over his face, shielding it from the light. And it was almost as if he were also using it as a shield from the pain, physical and mental.
One of his closest friends...
The one he'd known longest, at that.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 30, 2004 14:54:14 GMT -5
Sheig shook her head in wonderment. He was warm? the night was freezing and he was already far to far from the fire... must have been the fever. Well, the best thing to do would have been toss a blanket on him, and not move him at all. So instead she just shifted him in the direction he inqquired by about five inches.
"My name is Sheig, I would have told you earilier, but you where unconcious and I was a little pre-occupied saving your life."
She said calmly, her voice quiet so as not to make his head hurt even more. She had once taken a sililar blow and knew that even a normal toned voice would make it feel like somone was taking a large pick-axe to his skull.
"Who are you, anyway? I found you laying on the ground a few paces away from Tiire and that other... I know not his name, but he looks just like you. I wont ask questions if you arent ready to answer, thats quite the expert blow to the head you have there."
She tilted his head to the side so as better examine he wound, much like a physicion would, but an expert one at that. She gently tugged his hair away from the wound and examined it. There was alot of swelling, but no infection.
She had cleaned the blood from the cut the rock hadcoused, thankfully while he was still asleep, it would have hurt like hell.
"Well, its not infected."
She let go of his head and replaced the cloth.
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