Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane Crimson eyes gazed out amongst the city of Tethyr. It was once more lively and beautiful. But as of late, civil war had torn it apart. The same grace that used to reside in the mostly Elven city was now replaced with fear that bordered on paranoia. Mind you, it was all with good reason. But that didn't make the situation any less annoying for any of the residents, be it elves, halfings, or humans. Needless to say, Aowen was no exception to this rule. A weary sigh passed her lips as a slight breeze danced across her skin. It was still autumn though winter was definitely approaching quickly. Hopefully it would arrive with a new sense of hope and good reason to keep the Drow away. Over the months ... no ... years, they'd been fighting against their dark-skinned kin. It wasn't too much of a surprise given Drown did tend to perform raids. What had taken everyone aback, however, was that they chose Tethyr over any of the two neighbors Amn to the north or Calimshan to the south. Not that Aowen herself wished for ill will to come to any of the bordering countries. But damnit all, why them of all the places?! It was incredibly frustrating. The fights had resulted in the Drow winning some and losing some. Of course, this was the same for the elves. However, with her race staying above the surface, it was a bit harsher. Each fray resulted in more and more supplies being needed. Thus, at this moment, medicine, morale, and a few other things were rather low. Even still, Aowen knew giving up would be the worst thing to do. Not just because it wasn't in her nature, but she'd hate herself as would her clan. Though to be somewhat fair, she cared far more for herself than the opinion of others. She'd been that way since her adolescence. As another breeze blew across her light brown locks, Aowen moved a few strands away from her out-of-place red eyes. Those had been a good reason many of the elves were uncertain of her. Aowen was no fool. She knew one of the primary reasons they put up with her unusual orbs was because she was one of their best rangers and rogues. She was needed , damnit. The moon elf would definitely have the support of her parents .. if they were still alive. An odd illness that no one had been able to find the cause to took them away from Aowen years ago. It'd been a tiring, but certainly not impossible, chore to raise herself. In the end, Aowen felt mostly confident on how she turned out. She was a bit more strict and uppity than most of the other elves. But honestly? That had saved her time and time again in the past. So as far as she was concerned, such mannerisms were the right ones to use. Her head shook as she got rid of the flashbacks, focusing once again on the here and now. Her hands raised, pulling a hood up to keep her skin from getting too cold. A light brown cloak was around her, a matching tunic underneath. Black pants and sierra hunting boots adorned her lower body. On the inside of her right boot was a hunting dagger. Her back, on the other hand, held a quiver and longbow. If she had to choose between melee and ranged, Aowen would eagerly take the latter in a heartbeat. But she'd already been in a few scenarios which hinted she would need to switch every now and again. Rumors had gone around Tethyr that a raid was to happen sometime today. Most of the other elves had, for whatever reason, refused to heed the warning. As far as Aowen went, however, she had been ready since dawn arrived. The sun was starting to hide away which was a bit of a blessing and a curse. The threat seemed to be over and yet at it's peak at the same time. These were Drow after all. No sane dark-skinned elf would dare try an ambush while the sun was around. Thus, if something was indeed about to happen, it'd likely be soon. Crimson eyes glanced quickly around before Aowen spotted a tree. Her hands reached up as she began climbing up. Most of the other elves had already gone back inside or were doing their daily routines. But not Aowen. She was getting ready. From this height and vantage point, she'd have an easy hideout and would be able to simultaneously spy on anyone who tried to come in or leave the city. That plus her expert aim with a bow and arrow made her all the more deadly from here. One last sigh echoed as it mingled in with the wind. Her eyes closed for a few brief moments before they opened. Her hands moved back once again, this time taking a hold of her bow. She notched two arrows and got her fingers ready, grasping the string but not yet pulling back. She'd let them fly loose when proper targets appeared in sight. Until then, she'd at least allow herself to get ready. During times like this, it was always better to be safe than sorry.