Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Myra hated the Dark Forest. At best people didn't get attacked and they had to deal with the constant mockery of the elves, which was fine to some extent but annoying to the few elites who knew they were an even match for the woodland race. Myra was one such wolf and she knew full well she had the skills to shut the smug things up, but at the same time know exactly what they had come to do. So she had to ignore all the bullshit and look at the positive, mainly admiring how beautiful the surroundings were. Still, that wasn't much and she spent more time muttering to herself about being there and about Danika than she did doing anything else. Even training was tossed aside, the vice-captain going and crushing a few people in the makeshift ring before cursing about how weak people were and escaping, knowing if she stayed around for too long she would be dragged over and made to lead the training. Like hell she was going to do that. Myra was an incredible fighter but a shitty teacher, which had more than a little to do with the fact that she used reflexes, an exceptionally trained body, and instinct to fight, and that was not something the average soldier could do or try and mimic. Without experience and dedication most soldiers would die fighting like she did. Instead of helping people get themselves killed she took another route, finding a nice place near the command center and setting up tent before slipping inside and pulling out some strong liquor. Might as well drink while there was no danger... And while there was a chance to restock from the elves, a task usually impossible but easily carried out by the half-elf she had in her squad. Myra didn't care about lineage as some wolves did, to her ability was all that counted and in her little squad she had several half-elves and betas. If they had the talent she scooped them up, and more often than not the officers she requested them from were delighted to get less skillful alphas in exchange. It was funny how many people believed the word alpha meant more powerful. Most of them couldn't beat her human form while shifted. Hah, what a joke. She muttered, taking a sip of the alcohol and rooting around her bag, pulling out a crinkly piece of paper that had obviously been shoved in her belongings for a long time. It was a letter, and as she read it her face jaw clenched, Six years... Seems you've all but forgotten me. While it was no longer as pristine as it once had been he letter was written in gorgeous handwriting on exquisite paper, and signed at the bottom was a familiar name, 'Danika', the words 'I love you' right above. Time didn't always help. --- Sora smirked as she got caught up in watching the matches, especially one rather interesting girl, apparently a smith, though it was ignorant how they all called her by profession rather than name. Disrespectful really. Sora wasn't a bastion of respect, she would most likely just not bother speaking if she didn't want to be courteous, but insults were rare from her lips. The girl was skilled though, and while ignorance was blinding most onlookers, Sora could see the training beneath the surface, how this 'smith' had not only crafted many swords but trained with them, which was admirable in a way. Elven smiths would do the same, learning how to use a sword as to craft one not for mere design but to understand why certain aspects needed to be crafted in a particular way. Any smith who didn't was asking to create shoddy work. None of this really made a difference to her, but right as she was about to leave she heard a word that did, halfie. She knew what people referred to her people as, the respectful ones used half-elf, others said things like halfie or knife-ear or mixed. Those words tended to piss her off, even when her own people used them... And it was just as common among proud elves. So, where she had planned to keep herself out of the mix and in the background she instead slipped through to the front of the crowd and stood in the middle of the group, right where the sparring was occurring. Sora seemed rather small standing there, shorter than the average human woman and seemingly delicate while covered with the cloak. Even her hands and the revealed sections of her face made one believe she was less of a fighter, softness and pale white skin seeming to betray her courage. However, if only looked they would notice the tips of her fingers, the sign of an archer, and the fact that her eyes were sharp, the gorgeous blue orbs chilling as she stared at the person who had walked in after the previous match, ready to show his skill after the humiliation of a foot soldier to a smith. As eyes started to look her way she flipped her hood back, her shimmering black hair was shorter, practical for combat but still holding a certain grace to it. Her mask stayed up but through the fabric a hint of a smirk could be seen and as she unsheathed her dagger she gave the wolf a challenging look. The man grinned, looking to the officers for confirmation, as if scared of hurting her and endangering their mission. After a moment they nodded, and in overconfident form he charged in. It took but a moment, a single breath, for Sora to go from standing to launching herself forward with speed that put the wolf to shame, dashing in front and using surprising strength to slam the butt of her blade into his solar-plexus, following up with a graceful roll of her body to get behind the temporarily stunned wolf, foot coming down hard behind his lag and sending the man to his knees, and in a flash a thin, sharp blade was at this throat. It all happened in an instant, and the elf leaned in, her cold voice traveling to his ear, I'm an archer. Then, without a thought she removed her blade, sheathed it, and walked away, returning her hood to the top of her head and giving one last glance to the smith and the 'halfies'. Being an elf was a good thing after all. --- As the day passed Myra had drank plenty, a slight bit buzzed as everything settle down, the sky starting to slowly darken. It was only then she left the comfort of her tent and the warm embrace of the brandy she had been nursing all day, and took a look around. As opposed to earlier when she set up the camp was more dense, more people having prepared for their night's rest. The wolf sighed, a hand going up and pushing through her hair as she let the cooling air brush against her heated flesh. After a moment her hand fell down and checked that she hadn't forgotten to put her blade on, being just a bit out of it, and then, upon discovering she had her weapon, made her way towards the tent she knew belonged to Danika. Earlier had sucked but she couldn't leave it like that, she needed to give it another try, perhaps being more blunt and less 'friendly' because friendly hadn't been her goal from the start. Being in Danika's group had never been a coincidence, it had taken owing a favor to an annoying general. Her emotions had dulled some sure, but Myra had never been capable of forgetting Danika, no matter how hard she tried and how desperately her family was to marry her off... She wasn't exactly in her teens anymore, there were expectations she refused to fulfill, only nobody knew her affections for the kingdom's princess were the cause. Myra didn't knock or speak until she had already gone inside Danika's tent, immediately seeing her but Danika being in no position to be seeing the door, instead sitting and staring at something. The alpha moved quietly behind Danika, eyes glancing over and seeing the drawing in her hand, heart constricting slightly. It was clearly drawn by her kids... And instantly she could keep the jealousy down. She hadn't even met Danika's kids... And her husband didn't fucking deserve her. It's not smart to keep your back to the door... Danika. She said in a mockingly cheerful tone from behind, refusing to call her commander and a sad smile on her face as she let her presence be known. Myra was already so close that the moment Danika moved to turn around she moved forward. Before she knew what she was doing Myra was pushing herself against Danika, lips capturing soft lips and built up desire from six long years taking over. It was stupid, seemingly rash and random, but for her the kiss contained more unresolved feelings than anything else. She had waited and planned for a moment where she could be by Danika's side, and instead of being intelligent and rekindling things she lost control, drank too much, and took the princess' lips... Passion and lust being poured out with each second they were connected, and she showed no signs of ending her needy advances unless Danika stopped her. --- Talia had a grim expression on her face, the scout in front of her panicked as well. Did you just say army? The scout's face was ashen and he nodded his head rapidly, Yes ma'am, not just a border party. We got word from one of our spies within the forest that an entire army of wolves seems to be heading this way, and it seems like the main force. Talia slammed her hand against the table, causing the scout to jump. A real army would wipe them out, the mage presence on the border relying on quality and not quantity, the few commanders and elite mage knights using their superior abilities to crush a larger number of wolves. Against an army though... They couldn't stand up to such large forces, especially with there being just as many elites in such a force as they had. Give me the orders and then leave, I assume you're to report to the capital as well? She asked, taking a sealed piece of paper from the general overseeing the border units. Yes ma'am, I'll be leaving then the scout forced out, and then without another word he fled, having already seen several officers react to their missive, and while not knowing what orders they were getting he knew it wasn't good. He needed to hurry to the capital. Bullshit! Talia's voice carried through most of her dwindling camp, barely having fifty men currently, the battles having been vicious and reinforcements slim. The main reason for her anger wasn't the shitty aid or the horrid food, it was the piece of paper she was holding in her hand... The piece of paper informing her of a mass ambush the general in command was issuing. He had gone mad, apparently thinking that since they couldn't hold the border with the usual skirmishes that trying their luck in a large scale assault was a better plan. Sure it gave them the chance to kill or capture leaders, but they barely had a thousand soldiers to scrape together. She grit her teeth, not knowing how she was going to tell her men that they would be going to die soon, that when the army they didn't know of yet made it to the border that they would engage. Goddess help them, how were they supposed to do anything. Yes, magic was strong, but numbers meant something, and this army was not going to be as easy to bully as some inexperienced greenhorn wolves who continuously bombarded the borders.