Thread: Mixing Two Worlds //Nymph x Midnight//

A soft sigh rang quietly in the forest. The sound of tiny fingers brushing against the fourteen-men wide trunks of the Red Oaks and bare feet whizzing through the tall grass hummed. From behind these runners was bright lights of orange, yellow and red. Fire's blazing in the clearings where their cities were built. Their homes, built from the hollow insides of large Oaks, now burn. The bark squealed loudly under the heat, the screams of those caught in the fires echoing out into the forest. Cries chilling the skin of those who escaped crawling up their legs as if they were spiders. One particular Elf stopped to look back, her body shrouded in a mystical aura, hiding her heat from the sensing eyes of their Orcish invaders. Even with her powerful eyes, she could not see the damage done to her home, though, those who had been following her had now either been caught, or run past. Her pale white hand rested on the tree trunk, her breath slightly labored. Like most Woodland Elf's she wore little clothing, just enough to cover what she had to. Her limbs were thin, weak looking. Not much muscle on her arms. She had a thin frame, and was very petite. A fairy-like quality her her graceful movements and slim body. Her skin was pure ivory, unmarred and scar-less. The orbs that gazed back at her burning homeland were such a pale blue, many believed they were just purely white. High cheekbones complimented her full pink lips, formed into a sad frown. A wild mane of white hair cascaded down her back, past her hips. Tangled from her rush with leaves and twigs, her long pointed ears poking out at the sides. Covering her body were small white garments a bit tattered and rough, dirtied and stained. Her thin, spider-like digits tangled through her hair, her face dropped down with horror. I must get to the camp.. She muttered to herself, nodding her head as if she had been talking to herself. Faintly, she heard her name called. She'd fallen behind. The small elvish lady twirled back onto her track, keeping her hands planted on the tree trunks for as long as possible. She ran, jumping over lifted roots, spinning herself around the trees. Birds, squawking in terror raced in the same direction she was, the wild-life in the forest was as well. She'd seen a few deer, many rabbits and lizards. Once more, the young elf turned to look behind her. What she saw in the distance made her heart-race and blood pound -- The Orcs. They were already chasing them into the forest, their green maws blackened with char, their yellow beady eyes looking for heat sources and blood on their crude, make-shift weapons. A choked gasp left her. Again, a voice called. Zyien! Hurry! It was closer this time, which relieved her. She started up running again, but something caught her foot. White hair over white feet, she tumbled, rolling to a stop against a trunk. Her body was upside down and her eyes spotting from the collision with the tree trunk. Rolling back onto her feet, she stepped towards the.. the thing she'd tripped over. Zyien?! The voice screamed, worry lacing it's voice. But her white orbs locked onto the form on the ground. It looked as if it was armored, and it had some strange devise with it.. more than one. She poked it, shoved it and nudged it with her foot. Finally, the woman was so curious, she rolled the form over. A loud gasp left her pink lips. It seemed to be a human, a human male. Dressed in strange armor with strange devices around it. Though, a naive smile lit her tiny face. A savior! Zyien's silky voice cooed. Without any more adieu, she brushed his bangs from over his eyes, a confused expression on her face. He was like nothing she'd ever seen before. Such dark features, nothing compared to her fair-skinned type. Hooking her thin arms under his, she lifted him, the woman was surprisingly strong for her size. She began to drag him as she jogged towards her destination. A silly grin of, 'He-will-save-us-all' on her tiny face. Zyien managed to pull him the entire way to their campsite, no one said anything, no one offered to help and no one knew what to do. Though, without anyone's aid, the elf dragged him into one of the set up tents. Setting him down, and exiting herself. Allowing her Aura to fade, she stretched her arms above her head, they were safe there.. for the moment. They were in a small clearing, one or two hundred Elves huddled in these tents. Long grass tickled at their calves, a slight breeze pushing back the hair of the many elves. A strong barrier protected them from the Orcs, they were invisible, untouchable and unseasonable.. For the moment.