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Thread: Dreams and Hope

Kate smirked a little looking amused.I've very good, and a damned good debator. If I wanted you to eat, you would.She teased before laughing softly. Well, if it helps I only know for sure because I am a wolf, and know better then anyone that no wolf would be in a relationship for real with anyone but a wolf, and only that would have caused a coven to kick him out, if it was serious.She said shrugging a little before smiling slghtly. I've felt that helpless before. Almost on a weekly basis.pain flickered through her eyes before sighing, nodding.it is.Bone crushing, excurtiating pain. Its why there's so high of a miscarry rate among wolves, more then any other species, because our body forces us through such pain.She said looking down at her hands, saddness darkening her features as she considered the only family she had, the only pack she'd ever been part of, had turned their back on her the moment they realized she was part fae, and that more, she was the one who accidently told her father, thus driving him to murder, and costing them the best leader the pack ha ever had.Yes she was bitter over her outcasting among the wolves.So much so in fact, that she was trusting this man, who seemed to be trustworthy. If he proved false....it would crush her totally.
Thread: Dreams and Hope

he smiled a little and shook his head. that's right... your a lawyer... not only would you have me convinced i needed to eat, but that i was guilty of multiple federal crimes while doing it. he teased, winking at her playfully before blinking a little. weekly... he muttered, voice filled with pain for her as he settled his hand onto her's gently, ignoring the pain this caused him as he gently held her hand, the black scales astonishingly soft and warm as he offered her a timid smile. hey... don't look like that... your breaking my heart with such an expression. he admitted, gently stroking her fingers as he tried to cheer her up a little. i'll let you put makeup on me, and do my hair up in pretty bows... that always makes the little girls in the hospital feel better. he offered, smiling impishly at her. he lifted her hand to his mouth, and gently kissed the back of her hand, offering her a small little smile. would you like me to Sing you a Song? Octavian had explained that to Kate, the Vampire would have been very aware of the powers of Ryan's voice. he was part Phoenix after all, and their voices could sing away pain, could sing away depression, could sing away anything bad, and leave only the good. Ryan only had a fraction of that ability, but it was enough to sing away most pain, and make people feel a little better when they where sad.
Thread: Dreams and Hope

Most definately. Lots of crimes.She said rolling her eyes amused as she sighed softly. Looking startled as he took her hand, tilting her head slightly as she set his hand back down.Dont move.You'll hurt yourself.She muttered before giggling a little.No, at least not until you feel better.Then I might dress you up.she teased looking amuse before glancing away from him, before nodding slightly.If you would like, I do enjoy a baslisks song. Cain sucks at singing, so he doesn't do it alotshe muttered teasing her friend even if he wasnt there, because she knew it wasn't true. Cain was afraid she would follow him around like a love struck drug addict if he used his voice on her.
Thread: Dreams and Hope

he chuckled a little and smiled at her complaints of him hurting himself. he knew what he was doing!... alright, no... no he didn't. Basilisk did not have Life Mates like Wolves did, but they where notoriously picky about the mates that they had. Basilisks could go a thousand years before finally settling down with a mate. and they where so loyal, that even if the Basilisk in question was raped... they would kill themselves for betraying their loved one. sure they had their moments of... instinctual takeover, where a sent, or an instincts would take over the basilisks mind, but they rarely remembered that. all Basilisks can sing, it's how we find a good mate... one of the ways anyway. would you like a Basilisk Song, or a Phoenix Song? he asked, waiting for her stunned look. Basilisks and Phoenix where supposedly mortal enemies. and normally they where, unless the fire was tempered by Water, apparently. he smiled and started to Thrum, a deep, vibrating sound that filled the air like the hum of a guitar before the sounds spilled out of his mouth. first, a Basilisk song, the sounds curling and hissing and all together mysterious, ethereal, and dangerous. for most, the Basilisk's song would be 'creepy' would chase unsuitable's away. and then the song changed into the light, lifting tones of the Phoenix Song, the sound full of joy and uplifting passion, the sounds where flighty and flitty, like a bird in the air, or like the wind through trees. it was clear he loved to Sing, because he was relaxed in the bed, and for the first time since she'd met him... he didn't have pain lines on his face, and his voice wasn't husky from the agony.
Thread: Dreams and Hope

Late did indeed looked stunned, smiling a little.Both.She muttered relaxing.Kate smiled softly as she closed her eyes, listening to the song, resting a hand on his hest as she relaxed. Shivering a little as she blinkekd as he finished, smiling slightly. Thank you.That was lovely.She muttered blushing slightly before tilting her head.Since you're asking questions.Anything else you would like to know?She sid feeling even more relaxed then she had before.
Thread: Dreams and Hope

he smiled a little as he blinked at her. thank you. i've never really sang for someone who wasn't hurt before... it felt good to sing to someone who was aware of it. he admitted before pausing, blinking at her. i... do have one question, but i fear it might be personal. he admitted. so you don't have to answer if you don't want to... but i was wondering... your a werewolf, and werewolves very rarely live outside of their pack... so... why aren't you with a pack?
Thread: Dreams and Hope

Kate smiled a little as she thought about it.Cain doesn't sing often, so it was nice to hear.She muttered blushing a little before sighing quietly. Running her fingers as she thought about his words, wondering why she felt the need to answer when she'd never wanted to before. Shifting a little she shrugged.Political differences. I was a packmaster's daughter...and a new one took over, and didn't want a female he couldn't break to his will.She shrugged.I was to dominate, to nasty to deal with, so he tossed me out, warning the others to leave me alone, or be blacklisted with his pack.She said, nd while it was mostly true, it wasn't the only reason clayton had asked her to leave.
Thread: Dreams and Hope

he blinked, watching her a little. well that sucks. he admitted, shaking his head a little. i'm sorry you where kicked out of your pack, but i guess i would never have met you if you hadn't. he admitted, offering her a smile, his voice shaking as he closed his eyes. the pain was coming back in waves, and he desperately wanted to go back to sleep. i'm sorry... i'm tired all of a sudden. he mumbled as he yawned, or tried to, a low whimper of pain falling from his lips as his jaw cracked and grated against the motion. i'm just... going to sleep for a while... he muttered before slipping off into a Doze. 'a while' turned out to be 'until morning' because his eyes didn't open again until breakfast time the next day, no matter how she tried to wake him for dinner. mmm Kate? he asked, blinking sluggishly, trying to remember what time he had fallen asleep, and why the annoying sun was in his eyes, surly it wasn't THAT early!? considering he normally slept until noon, anytime before eleven was commonly too early for him.
Thread: The Spartans Trophy

Karna sighed as she ran a coral comb through her straight waist length raven black hair. Her ice green eyes watched the golden kissed skin women in the mirror. lips where stained red, her eyelids where covered in a light characol dust. she dreaded today for awhile now today was the day that the champion woukd choose his wife. all unmarried women that where the age of 18 had to attend and she was unwed. gladiators in her mind where brutes. ahe stood fron her chair and walked out of her home and to the arena.
Thread: The Spartans Trophy

Desiderius was surrounded and outnumbered at least three to one, he stared into the eyes of his aggressors, waiting for any sudden movements as they circled around him, he could feel their blood lust spreading through the arena they were in. He did not cared for their names, nor their families. They stood in his way of freedom and honor, and he would cut them down without mercy. He heard a sudden snapping sound, a thin one like a twig, and through his pepherical vision, he saw one of them approaching from his rear, the man's weapon raised above his head. In one fluid movement, Desiderius drew his sword and pivoted, dodging the man's blade and throwing one of his own. His blade met flesh and the man's head flew off, the headless body feel to the ground, hitting it with a sickening thud. He could feel the audiences in the arena go wild at his actions, screaming and chanting his name as he proceeded and cut down the two remaining foes with ease. He then stood at the podium, as he was awarded gold, and told that he could any woman of his choice as long as he stayed the champion and helped his masters earn their money through betting on him. He smiled as he looked through the crowd of young woman that had been gathered and presented for him. One certainly caught his eyes. He approached her, gently brushing her raven black hair behind her ears as he stared into her ice green eyes with his cool blue ones, what is your name? he asked, as he reached out and gripped onto her chin with his fingers.
Thread: The Spartans Trophy

karna daughter of the spartans army general mastonicus even though she hated the barbaic ways of the gladiators. her father and mother raised her into proper Spartan manners. her eyes flickered left as the familiar form of her father mastonicus came forward. well done soilder are you choosing this maiden for a wife? karna looked at the man holding her chin. I must warn you my daughter has a mind of her own, she's stubborn and trained in the most supreme ways of a warrior mastonicus looked at his daughter and gave a slight nod. karna held out her left hand. mastonicus looked at the gladiator take her hand if you want her for a wive
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

Among the thinning number of trees around the base of the Blue Mountains, an unseen elf strolled, bow in hand. It had been less than a half hour since her arrows had begun to glimmer a bright blue. The cause of this color was exactly why Silvreneth was in Dwarf country. Lord Celeborn had requested that Silvreneth, his military advisor and one of three Captains, go to the Misty Mountains. They feared the orcs would travel East towards the larger Elf territories. Now Silvreneth was most likely going to have a skirmish before she even came to a settlement. At least she could fight freely and wouldn't have to worry about civilians. Already, their foul scent was burning her nostrils, and she could hear their roaring. Climbing into the trees, Silvreneth ran across the limbs, balancing her weight so the branches didn't move as she ran. When she spotted the small group of ten or eleven orcs, she thought it would be easy until she saw a dwarf in amongst them fighting. It seemed the Valar were frowning on her. Silvreneth drew her bow from her back and nocked an arrow. She pulled back the seventy-five pounds of strength in the string and let it rest at her cheek. In less than a moment, her arrow was lodged in the skull of an Orc just behind the fighting Dwarf. She drew an arrow again and shot another Orc now some them were searching for her. This, at least, would leave the Dwarf with less of a fight. Drawing another arrow, she took aim and fired, but an arrow shot towards her in retaliation. Knowing a hit with an Orc arrow would be lethal, Silvreneth jumped down from the tree. She shot forward and drew her blade, ducking low to avoid a blade aimed at her neck. Hers sliced through the flesh of two Orcs, sending them to the ground. When she stood, she was grabbed around the leg by one of the fallen and bitten harshly. Pain raced up her spine and an arrow was lodged in the creatures head. In all her 6,500 years, Silvreneth had never been bitten by an Orc. Their kind usually reserved that for mating which made it even more vulgar. Her rage now at the forefront, Silvreneth unleashed five arrows in rapid succession, leaving the Dwarf's four.
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

Ulan grunted as a mace or some other similarly blunt weapon slammed into his left shoulder. The dwarf spun, roaring and lashing out with the falcata in his right hand. The blade's edge clove through flesh and the offending orc's weapon arm was removed from it's body, causing the creature to howl in pain as it's inky lifeblood spurted from the stump, some falling upon Ulan, not that he noticed. The dwarf had been spotted by the orcs some time ago, perhaps an hour or more, and had lead them on a long chase. But finally their numbers had worked to their advantage and they had been able to communicate with horns so that several orc patrols had converged on his position. There had been fifteen orcs when they had first closed in, but they had faced the dwarf's ire. But he had not gone unscathed. His shield had already been shivered and it felt like his left forearm might have been fractured. He had also lost his battleaxe, the haft split as he had tried to unlodge the axehead from an orc's spine, but he had buried the rest of the handle into the nearest orc's eye. Despite having whittled his opponent's numbers down some, Ulan was beginning to tire. He was just about to turn and lash at an orc at his back when he noticed the creature falling. Ulan almost stilled when he saw the arrow protruding from the creature's skull. But he quickly recovered and turned, launching himself against his opponent's with a new fervor, his renewed passion due to the unexpected arrival of an ally. The Firebeard fought like he was possessed. As his sword took the last orc in the gut, eviscerating it, he stepped back, then looked around, his deep blue eyes finally fixing on a figure he would have never expected to see. Ulan was silent for a few long moments, then nodded in the elf's direction, Thank you, he said. He knew well the history between their two peoples and the ire between many elves and dwarves, after all, it was his people who sacked the ancient elven realm of Beleriand millennia before. He was silent again for a few moments but then leaned down and cleaned his falcata off on a cloth one of the orcs was wearing before he sheathed it. We best be going, he said gruffly, There will likely be more of these sods coming down from the Gates.
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

Looking ahead, Silvreneth nodded and squinted slightly. Her sense of smell had never failed her, so why did she come up with a number like that? Why would a fourth of a league of orcs come at a single call? Frowning, she looked at the Dwarf and hooked her bow over her back. There was still a little time to find a place to hide out, but it would be close. They come, she said faintly. We must hurry, she said softly as her light feet trotted her over to the Dwarf who looked worse for wear. Later, when they were safe, Silvreneth would have to mend and treat any of his wounds. Despite being an avid despiser of the Dwarves, Silvreneth was still a compassionate being. She wouldn't let an injury go untreated, be it Dwarf or--dare she even utter it--Man. It would make most of her people grimace, but Silvreneth had a way of getting past that. Lady Galadriel once told her it would bring Silvreneth a great happiness and burden. Wincing at a sharp pain in her calf, the Elf tried to focus on her memories. I know not the land, but isn't there a cave nearby?
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

When the elf finally spoke it was to say that more orcs were coming, which was answered with a shrug initially. He began to trod down the slight slope to the east, then said, Well then, we best be moving, he said as if it were obvious. Ulan would not admit to her that he was in pain, would not let her stop to see to his wounds. What would be the point in that if they were both found and killed then? No, they had to put some miles between them and their pursuers. When the elf asked if there was a cave nearby he shrugged again, then spoke gruffly, Aye, there is, but I would not trust any cave this close to Moria. Its likely to be full of that ilk. We've been driving them from many o' there warrens and it seems the all those that survived have been runnin' here. He glanced over at her then and arched an eyebrow, How is it that an elf of the Golden Wood doesn't know the lands right at her doorstep he asked her? Without waiting for her answer he sighed a bit, then began to trot steadily. Come on. We need to put distance between us and those buggers. I doubt that they will cross the Celebrant, he said, speaking of a river that flowed from Drimrill Dale down into the wood of Lorien.
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

Clutching her bow tighter in her hand, Silvreneth frowned. How dare this Dwarf that she just saved speak in such a way?! It was typical Dwarf behavior. We haven't traveled into Dwarvish country since before the First Age. I'm sure you can guess why that is, right? she snapped accusatorially as she looked in the direction of the Celebrant with a frown. I hope you can run and swim because it's pretty far away, and the water is deep, she muttered. I'm not even sure you'll be safe in my country if we make it. Silvreneth heard an Orc bow let an arrow loose. Turning to dodge, she felt the arrow whiz by her ear. Swearing more than any elleth should, Silvreneth began running and shooting. These orcs were definitely persistent. Lord Celeborn wouldn't like to hear about the numbers in just one attack. Of course, since the passing West of his young daughter, Celebrian, he wasn't even fond of hearing about just one Orc near the border. Within the trees, Silvreneth moved like a snake, shooting with precision and hitting the mark every single time. What were they going to do at nightfall? It was noon, and it had taken Silvreneth two days by land. She didn't know if they could make it. How far have they ventured? she asked as they ran. If there was a place they wouldn't go, it would be their best bet at safety. We won't make it through the night at this rate.
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

Ulan rolled his eyes a bit at her response. Moria ain't exactly been dwarf country for some time lass. Thought your kind might be interested on the goings on about here considering it's so close to your forest. He rolled his shoulders a bit, smiling, I'll make it. If I had to I'd swim an ocean right now, he said confidently, although most of it was bravado. It was not in Ulan's nature to let the odds overwhelm his hope. As a shot came whizzing through the trees Ulan did the only thing that he could, he ran. The dwarf's feet pounded the earth, their cadence steady, resolute. He heard her bow twang more then a few times, but did not bother to look back. He knew the elf was much more fleet of foot then he was, so if he wanted to keep pace he would have to concentrate on running. Besides, the only weapons he had now were a throwing axe, dagger and his falcata, weapons that wer not conducive to ranged fighting obviously. When she asked him how far the orcs had ventured he replied promptly between breaths, All the way... to the Celebrant. All of Moria... is filled. Their warg riders... roam further afield. Thankfully it was not yet night, otherwise they really would be in trouble. The wargs hatted the light more then the orcs did. He ran on for awhile, then called to her, Just go! You're faster! It was the only thing that made sense to Ulan at the moment. Why should they both die?
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

Silvreneth looked at Ulan, then at the enemy, and then at the Celebrant. If they could make it across, she could call to the wardens. Frowning at the Dwarf, Silvreneth shot off another three arrows and grabbed Ulan by the back of his armor. There was no way in Mordor she was going to leave an ally behind to die. Not again. Her calf was burning and her chest was tight. She was sprinting towards the river it was only another mile away. An arrow shot past her head, and she swore enough to make Lady Galadriel blush. They were so close. Grunting, Silvreneth raced into the Celebrant's rushing water and felt herself being pulled downstream. It took an eternity for her to breach the surface on the other side, and when Silvreneth looked around she realized they were extremely far downstream. Coughing, Silvreneth sat up and looked at their surroundings. This little turn of events brought them to Loren's back door. Now they would have to travel all the way to Caras Galadhon which would be a five day trip. Don't throw your life away, the Marchwarden panted. You're mortal. You don't know what you're giving up, she said as she tried to stand. Grimacing, Silvreneth clenched her jaw and sat back down on the riverbank. Her leg was sore and stiff, and Silvreneth needed to rest for awhile. Dwarf, Silvreneth said with a more relaxed, soft tone now that they were out of harm's way. Let me see your wounds now. We're safe within Loren's borders, and the trip to Caras Galadhon is long. I'm not a skilled healer like Lord Elrond, but I know a thing or two. Once that's done we should begin our travels. We might need to stay in one of the old talans. I hope you can handle some time without many luxuries, she said with a small smile that by most would be deemed as lady-like or coy.
Thread: Unorthodox Alliances

Ulan was entirely expecting her to leave him. She had no loyalty to him after all. Elves were not known for being the most trustworthy when it came to cooperating with dwarves... or vice versa for that matter. But he had not at all expected to be lifted up and carried to the Celebrant. What are you doing! Put me down! he cried, but all of his complaints were in vain. What nerve! It was totally unseemly of her to do that! Why would she just not let him have his glory? Tell of his deeds to his kin so he would be remembered!? No... instead she had to carry him! But all thoughts of the undignified way he had been treated left his mind when he suddenly found himself in the water. Ulan spluttered, his armor weighing him down to the bottom of the river. He tried to swim, but to no avail. In his desperation he unbuckled his belt and, somehow, managed to squirm out of his armor. With a desperate push off the bottom he broke the surface, spluttering, clutching to his belt in one hand, his shield arm feeling as if a dragon was inside it and trying to burn it's way out. Ulan made it too the bank well after she did, still coughing up water. He scowled at her as he regained himself, then said, What were you thinking?! No... nobody carries a dwarf! he exclaimed... discounting other dwarves of course and then only under certain circumstances. He felt like he had been wronged. He walked towards her, holding out a finger, Not a word of it. To anyone. Ever. Understood? he ordered, but in a much calmer tone. He then slowly put his belt back on, wincing a bit and muttering to himself, And I lost my grandfather's mail at the bottom of the Celebrant. He must be rolling over in his grave. His attention returned to her when she said he should not throw his life away. Well you and yours can die too, he pointed out, So don't be telling me I wa being foolish. Besides, we dwarves are in a war. If my life is lost for the betterment of our cause then so be it, he said firmly. Ulan looked off to the woods then, marveling at the height of the trees, but was brought back to the moment when she offered to tend his wounds. Oh, don't worry about me. Just a few bruises on my arm is all, he said nonchalantly, then added, And as for not having luxuries, I can live off bloody rocks if I have to! he exclaimed with a smile, his mouth outlined by his fiery beard.