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Trena Wolfstep · Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:24 am

Trena knew that as soon as the Elf planted her feet on the wall that what would happen next would hurt and she was right, the elf sprung like a spring wound tight and launched herself at Trena but slightly above as she grabbed her longer fur which would have been hair if she where in her other form and she was flung toward some stalls and when she crashed she closed her eyes and mocked being knocked out

She knew the elf would investigate what happened to the lycan so she waited until the elf was close enough for her to grab her and lift her also the blood rage was gone and replased with the fire of fighting someone that matched your ability in most ways so she did not throw the elf this time, this time she brought her down close enough to her mouth for her to wisper

"You are a worthy opponent but i suggest that we resume this fight somewhere else where we won't hurt innocent people, except the guards of course, if you want to resume this then blink once if not and would rather be captured by the guards blink twice. If you blink once then I will through you to those guards to my left for you to take out so we can escape while i hold off the ones on the right so you can get ahead and run for the desert so we can continue this quietly and a little more fairly." she then waited for the elf to answer as the guards drew ever closer.

Aermorniel · Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:03 am

The walk to the Lycan had been misleadingly peaceful. The guards no doubt thought she had finished it off, but Aermorniel knew better, which was the reason she was walking closer to investiga- nevermind. She was caught, by the furry fiends trap. Deception, an excellent ally to have on your side, too bad it wasn't with the elf today.

As she stood there, well..hung there in the Lycans grasp she was brought close to it's face. For some reason, she had forgotten the beast before her was actually female. Must have been all the fur, very distracting. She listened to the propostion, sounded fun. A little desert showdown. Hopefully no winners right? Haha! that wouldn't be what she aimed for!

Always the complicated one, only to make things more interesting she winked at the Lycan, her forest green eyes staring dead center into the female-beast's. That was her answer, a wink, not a blink. Possibly the same thing, but aesthetically not. She was indeed amused by this little contest they had going on, besides if she refused the guards wouldn't have the chance to over power her, she'd call for back up...easy.

Trena Wolfstep · Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:27 am

Trena shrugged and threw the elf to the guards to her left as she pounced on the guards to her right to buy the elf as much time as she needed which she knew would not be long so she did quick work of her guards and she turned to run for the opening that the elf had made she closed the distance fast as she picked up the light weight elf and rushed off as fast as she could (which is actually very fast) and when they got far enough away from the city she grabbed the front of the elf's shirt "We're here" and then she threw her a good distance away

she then cracked her knuckles and neck "lets finish this." she then charged forward through the sand almost like she was gliding across it with ease claws and arms extended she was ready for most anything the elf could do

Aermorniel · Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:35 am

The desert was a suitable place to fight. Aermorniel liked it's open deathtrap like feel it had. Her clothes would keep her from dehydrating faster than most, but the heat was a constant factor, she would ultimately succumb to the rays of the burning star overhead. Her thoughts didn't have time to accumulate around the heat, but they did however wrap themselves around the speeding Lycan running in her direction.

How would she do this? Ah, yes the perfect, run straight at it until they collided into a deathlock or knocked each other back! Excellent. The Sun Elf smirked and dashed forward as well, her footprints light and not leaving deep impressions in the most impressionable sand. Maybe out here she could use some of the arts her mother's aids taught her? Her skill wasn't very advanced since her mother decided to shelter her from the Shaman blood within her veins, but that didn't stop her from learning the skills used to call upon the various schools to complete tasks of active or passive in nature.

That was another issue, she would wonder if the Lycan would be surprised if a sudden flash of fire was seen within her palms, or the sand itself became her shield? The possibilities were as endless as the consequences.

Once within range, she summersaulted and bounded into the air, rounding off to a flying side kick aimed for the beast.

Trena Wolfstep · Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 1:59 pm

Trena watched as the elf launched her self into the air and saw the kick comeing at her, she blocked it with her for arm and in a continues motion slid her arm to a slant so the leg would go up to her hand to where she could grab it and drive her into the sand and thought 'is this going to be a fight to the death or to submission?' but she had no time to say anything the elf would surely get up if she had the same endurance as herself so she backed away slightly to see what the elf would do and she didn't want to fall into a trap that might end her life

She then wanted to "play" with the elf so she changed into her human form and bent the light to make it seem she was invisible (she learned this from living in the Anari forest for so long) and she stepped lightly so there was no foot print in the ground

Aermorniel · Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 9:51 pm

The change back to human form made the Elf slow in her tracks. She had been expecting something over the top and off the wall, but not a quick flash of nudity before nothingness. This was most peculiar, the Elf backed up a few steps as she stared dead ahead where the Lycan woman had been. Her stance broadening.

Fighting fire with fire was a hard to learn skill, fighting magic, with more magic was equally difficult. But it would serve it's purpose now, something to lure the Lycan out..something simple yet safe for her to be in the area for a bit longer. Yes of course!

A smirk tugged at her lips, the arts of illusion were not mysteries to her, the many shaman aids taught her how to project semi-solid copies of herself. The more the copy, the weaker the enchantment. Since currently her knowledge of such school of magic was so limited, she would only be able to muster two copies. Perfect, free thinking pawns.

Her eyes grew brighter, the green brilliantly glowing before she closed them, it would seem she stepped forward and backwards. But in truth, she only made the copies do the movements, all three sets of eyes opened. The copy to the front stepped to the right, the one in the back, to the left. The real of course remained in the middle.

Trena Wolfstep · Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:31 pm

Trena watched the elf while she circled her cloaked in the light she saw the elf split into three copies but with an unknown master so she decided to use another on of her tricks called spirit voice (it throws the persons voice and makes it sound different to make it sound farther away or really close) "so it looks like you know a few tricks as well but you still don't know where I am." she then laughs at the elf for thinking that this would help find her she then crept up on on off the copy (to the right) changed her arm into a lycan claw and ripped through its head

When it went down she knew it wasn't the master because she went through ti partial before there was a reaction to the clone she then closed her eyes and tried to smell which one had blood from all the wounds that she had sustained while they where in the city

Aermorniel · Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 1:58 am

A voice loud enough to echo across the sands..how was that possible? The Lycan surely couldn't have moved off at such a speed that not even dust was kicked up from the quick foot steps. Where was she?

Aermorniel's eyes scanned, all six of them before she scoffed at the distant voice, there was a split second where there was stillness. Only the wind made it's presence known with sound, but before either three knew it, one was gone. 'Dead' if you will, Decapitated in a most gruesome way. Ripped apart by a Lycan claw, which meant the Lycan was very close. A smirk came to her lips, as both versions of herself flipped away, a rudimentary backflips of course. Kicking up sand from both pairs of feet.

Once each set of feet had been firmly replanted onto the sandy dune, they waited for any sign of movement now. One hand unsheathing the spring steel dagger which had been put away previously for a fist fight. But these rules had changed severely.

Trena Wolfstep · Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 3:39 am

As the two versions of the elves flipped she jumped after the middle one since she could tell the difference between true blood and a fake but she over shot and landed in front of the more distant one as she sliced it's stomach open with her claws as she could tell by the way her claws shredded it stomach that this one to was a fake and her nose had been correct so she stood and turned in the sand

when she faced the true elf she uncloaked herself as she was back in her full lycan glory "No more foolish tricks, lets fight how nature intended for us to fight, no artificial weapons on my part and if you have a second dagger you can use those as claws." she then got low to the ground ready for what ever this elf could throw at her

Aermorniel · Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:49 am

Unfortunately for Aermorniel, she did not have a spare dagger, nor a knife. Nor any bladed object she could use to fell the beast before her. But she wouldn't dare cut this furry female down, no, this was simply an impromptu unspoken test with a verbal agreement on change of locale.

Wait, this wolf person had claws, razor sharp and always on point. She had her hands, and a silver dagger that would need re-sharpening in a few weeks or so. This fight wouldn't be fair if she decided to go weaponless now, so she would keep her weapon and risk losing it from her hand. Or her hand all together. One didn't know when playing with a wolf. One smack of bite, and it could all be very well over for her.

With a nod of respect and approval Aermorniel calmed herself. It was evident that the Lycan wasn't going to attack first this time, so she would have to charge. So she did, pressing into the sands and propelling herself forward, a war cry sounding from her lungs and the dagger raised in the stereotypical 'charge' fashion.

Morse · Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 5:46 pm

Rustle and bustle. That’s all the summer festival ever was. There was lot’s of noise, clattering, clanging, and people everywhere. The festival drew people from all over the world, and as such brought Bishop with them. He loved the summer festival, he’d been coming for many years. One of the few times you didn’t have to worry about the warbands setting up toll ways on desert roads. Not that getting past them was ever much of a problem. But the real prize at a place like this was the magnificent foreign riches brought here. Merchants from half the world away brought items to sell, and because they were selling them in a different land, that meant they could mark up the price. And as a result, people were carrying more coin on them here then they normally would. The simple fact was though, with a value like that, you were attracting the worst kinds of people with the stickiest fingers, both foreign and domestic.

Bishop was near the outer sections of the festival. He was one to enjoy the luxury of an easy get away. And if you can’t hide in the crowd, you’d better make a quick bolt out into the sands. He’d made a nice bit so far, primarily foreign coins. Taking product and items was difficult in the day, which was why he had every intention of coming back under the cover of darkness. He munched down on a piece of fruit, which he hadn’t purchased, to keep himself hydrated in the desert. He really did enjoy apples, and out here, they weren’t always the most common of treats.

And then he heard some mixed screaming and yelling from far off. He looked up to see what seemed like a large hairy dog carrying away a small child. But as they came closer he got a much better understanding of what they were. A large wolf carrying a sun elf, and they tore right past him.

Oh summer festival, what don’t you bring. Bishop thought to himself, taking another bite off the apple.

Then a moment later his mind had a bit of a flash, and he thought he recognized that sun elf. He couldn’t quite remember from where, or a name, or anything. But it began to nag at him.

Fine, I’ll go see He thought to himself, somewhat reluctantly as this did provide a bit of danger. But where one cannot fight, one can always run, and so he would if he had to.

He turned to run quickly after the large beast running towards the sands, but didn’t have to chase them far. He was already near the outside of the festival itself, a bit far off from the city already. He had a suspicion of what the large animal was, because it was very similar to something he’d seen before. But he hadn’t seen one in years, so the likeliness of it was small. So he made his way out into the desert after them. They stopped not far away from where he’d already been. He seemed to be the only one he could see that was going after them. He thought it was a good statement about the law in this dirty country.

Bishop arrived in time to watch the Sun Elf squaring off against a Human from the look of it. He stopped near enough, and just in time watch the Human go through a rough transformation, all too familiar to Bishop. He smelled the air, just as a sort of conformation. Werewolf, didn’t know they ever left the forest anymore. Bishop found it a bit amusing that one would go as far as to start fighting openly. Lycanthropes were already subject to serious persecution, and this one really wasn’t helping their case. The sun elf on the other hand, he still couldn’t figure out what she was from. But he’d figure it out eventually, at least he hoped he would.

"Wo ho, that's interestin'" He said aloud in a normal speaking tone though there was a bit of surprise which was in the tone.

He kept fairly close to the fight as the elf began to charge at the werewolf, a considerably stupid thing in his mind. Bishop had come across many of his own throughout his many years. Likely the scariest he’d ever come across was the Werebear, because of it’s massive size, strength, and speed. But the wolves were nothing to laugh at, as they were the territorial ones, they lived for the hunt. Bishop just picked his apple back out and took another bite off of it, hoping that something valuable might be left behind, or he could try to at least remember who this sun elf was. Given either outcome, his hand was near his sword and dagger should things go bad for him.

Aermorniel · Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 3:59 am

[Waiting on Trena..]

Trena Wolfstep · Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:49 pm

((OOC: sorry if i haven't replied in forever i was moving and i couldn't get on the internet until now so ill try to make up for lost time))

Trena smiled as the elf started to charge her but before the elf got near she caught the sent of a large rat when the elf got close enough she jumped and kicked her chest to stop her and she then pinned her down with her foot as she looked around to see where this "rat" was she leaned down to the elf who was still catching her breath from the force of the kick and whispered "We are not alone, I smell a rat." she then stood up and took her foot of the elf as she began to survey the landscape for anyone that would smell like a rat (such as Rat men, R.O.U.Ss, etc.)

as she looked around she saw an odd looking mound that isn't made out of sand and she starts walking toward it when she hears "Wo ho" in which she picks up the pace toward the mound

Aermorniel · Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 2:57 pm

Aermorniel lost her breath on the pin. She held it though, not letting Trena know she knocked the wind out of the elf until she turned away. The small female, compared to the Lycan breathed in deeply, before standing up and dusting the sand off of her trousers. Following the lycan towards this 'rat' Her hand still gripping the blade, eager to analyze whether a stab was appropriate or not.

Her green eyes eyed the mound that made the sound. "Hud hunsym.." She said softly with a frown.

Translation:
"Not Normal"

Trena Wolfstep · Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 2:43 pm

[waiting for Morse]