-=Old Haunts=-

[Maili]

[glow=springgreen,2,300]-she steps through the portal and looks around. The full moon had just passed and her eyes held barely any of the old red tinting...She had grown tired of the two packs, and while she wanted to complete her revenge on Wonder she knew it would have to wait. She wanted her pups to be older before she introuduced them to her old pack. Or perhaps she would never return, perhaps she could hope that her 'pack' would be wiped out, losing the war against the Shadowlanders-

-she shakes her head softly to clear it, old memories of green grass and her mother resurfacing. The lily smell that always embedded itself in her mothers fur. The safe protection that had been taken from her all too soon. And her sister, to whom she'd looked to for comfort after their mother perished and their father lost his will. She could never wish failure upon the pack she'd spent the early years of her life in. But her children would never know the lines of their heritage-

-She shifted, growing taller, the pointed ears of an elf emerged. Her wolf fur vanished and raven black hair fell to her waist. Her golden eyes darkened and changed to the green she'd once allowed them to stay. Her skin took on a deep tan tone, a white dress like that of the Egyptian elves fell softly to her ankles and she smiled, two sandals appeared in her hand and she slipped them on. She whistled, knowing an old friend would come to her needs. The horse that she'd freed appeared from the forest, she pulled herself up and wove her hands into the mares mane, directing her towards the village-[/glow]

heh...sorry its kinda long, I had an urge to type alot... -shrug- this is what a hiatus from wf does to me.

[Dyssfunkshinel]

::the hamadryad walked a bit unsteadily along the turf, elbows bent and fingers wrapped about the straps of a plain brown knapsack. Her eyes never left the ground, watching each step she took hesitantly. Many times she falterred, it was hard for a tree elf to walk upon arborless grounds. Her long brown hair was pulled back into an elegant braid, her bangs fell across her pointed ears. She didn't know where she was going or why, but she did know that once she got there she would get a horse. The draft horses of her people weren't good crosscountry rides. In solitude she began to hum an old folk rythym, sounding very much like Irish. She was unawares of the quick approaching horse and riders, too occupied with watching her step::

((since i claimed this font for Tibbs i'll just use it with Rowash temporarily))

((didnt wait for the char to b 'ok'ed r nething cuz i really need to rp. baad. i'm addicted, ppl O.o))

[Becca]

((ah it don't matter. yewr one of those members where u no pretty much what I'll except n we dont give a shyt if u begin rpin w/out consent. heh))

[glow=springgreen,2,300]-she notices the tree elf before the other notices her. And thinking that it might look odd she weaves her hands in front of the mare, a woven halter and two leads appear and she takes the leads in one hand. There was no bit. Making the horse sidestep she looks at the other elf for a moment-

"You might want to watch ahead of you...You were on a collision course with my horse"

-she says softly, sweeping a piece of black hair from her face behind her ear. She lets the horse fall into a slow walk next to the other traveler. Wondering if perhaps she might make a friend..She herself had no clue where she was going to find lodging..She figured to head to Marc's old place, and if it was abandoned take it...If not she'd find another secluded barn or such and re-do it. She was ready to take up the life of an elf. The one she'd almost taken almost a year before, when she'd followed her 'sister' here...The queen now. But none of them would recognize her. And if they did..Well they'd probably ignore her-[/glow]

[Dyssfunkshinel]

((XD awwwr i feel loved and speshal. thank yiew vereh much))

::the elf looked up, startled but with an outwardly blank expression, and almost tripped. Brushing the loose hair from her braid away from her ear she returned her gaze to the ground::

I apologize...If I watch anything but my step I'll stumble. This isn't my type of ground.

::she said simply. She did not like to speak often, and when she did it was in a quiet voice, hoping not to be heard by many::

::after a moment she stopped walking and threw a long glance to the skirts of the woods. she couldn't stand this anymore, she needed trees. slowly and carefully she made her way to the treeline, weaving between them expertly, with less faltering. she watched a bit uneasily the horse and rider continue on (sry if i'm rping ur char a bit there). it wasnt that she disliked horses, but they made her uncomfortable::

::then her carefully attuned ears picked up the sound of a twig cracking. she didn't dare a glance back, and began to run. she ran for a long time, and then suddenly felt a weight knock her down, and as her head struck a stone she began to lose conciousness...::

[FrostByte]

[glow=indianred,2,300]-She wakes later in a bed with a bandage covering a large portion of her stomache, including her naval and the bottom of her left rib cage.

The room she is in is rectangular in shape. She lays on a large downy bed with a simply blanket over her. the walls look to be made of wood, perfectly sanded. A hand-made home. There is a small table with a mirror on it in the corner to her left nearest the bed. in the corner to her right there is a large window in the middle of the wall. It has some sort of plastic panaling, signifying that the owner of the house is too poor to pay for glass.

There is a dresser in the corner farthest from her to her right and in the corner to her left farthest from her there is a door. Under the door, a dog is perched, silent and unmoving. Her eyelids are closed, but her ears are twitching attentively.

Her ears are both lopsided, at the moment one goes straight up and one hangs down. They seem to wave as she twitches. Almost seeming to have a young puppy feeling to them, but she seems at least 2 or 3 years old. Her tail is long and plush, like a foxes or a wolf's. Her coat is a deep, rich brown while her undercoat is a lighter almost-white in some areas, giving those particular patches a mottled-look. Her belly is pure white as is her ruffled chest. She has two white boots on her back legs and smaller white socks on her front. Her body is thicker, like a domestic dogs', but her snout is angular, like a wolves.

She immidiatly opens a pearly light lavander eye and stares at Rowa.-[/glow]

[Dyssfunkshinel]

::Rowasha sat up straight, an almost frightened look upon her pale features. she watched the dog a bit uncomfortably, drawing her knees up to her and pulling the blanket more securely around her. she whispered to herself::

Where am I? What happened?

::she was afraid to get out of the bed, fearful of the dog. At any other given moment she would've gotten up and played with it, but she was confused and lost. She crossed her arms over her knees and put her chin on her wrists, looking about the room with her doelike brown eyes::

[FrostByte]

[glow=indianred,2,300]-The dog immidiatly stands up, stretches and then paws at the door, whining. One ear continues to stay loped to one side as the other stands straight up, pricked behind her to hear Rowa's every move.

Finally, footprints can be heard and the doorknob jingles a bit. The door slowly opens, and an almost-reached-manhood-aged boy steps in.

He looks to be around 18 and a half or 19. His face in narrow and angular with high cheekbones. But unlike most elves, his face is also more of a triangular shape than a thin rectangle. His ears are long and pointed and stick out slightly from the tangles of his wavy shoulder-length chocolate hair. Misty ocean blue eyes glimmer as he stares at his guest. His shoulders are very broad for an elves. They almost seem human sized. He wears baggy leather clothes, his shirt leaves his chest partially exposed. It looks ragged and old as do his pants. The legs of his pants go down far enough to cover his bare feet. His skin is a light bronze tanned, hinting that he spends a lot of time outdoors. His body has a nice build to it, his chest, if it completly showed, has a 4 and a half pack, and his arms aren't completly small. He's acually very muscular for an elf, who normally get strong but not muscley.

Finally, he speaks, clearly and with a slight accent. But it's not to Rowa. Instead its as he stares at the mixed heritage dog sitting now at the door.-

Good job, 'Brose

-He says simply before looking up at her, expectantly, waiting for her to say something as he leans against the wall nonchalantly-

[/glow]

[Dyssfunkshinel]

::If he's expecting her to speak, he's hoping for a lost cause. Rowa just blinked up at him, perplexed and heart racing, giving her quite a pain in her ribs. Subconciously she clenched at her side, then stared at the blanket pointlessly. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but its a few seconds of silence before she finally does, quietly of course::

Where am I?

[FrostByte]

[glow=indianred,2,300]-He smiles vaugly, a smile that seems to enlighten his whole face.-

In my bed... in my bedroom... in my house... right outside of town.

-He cocks his head slightly and pats the dog on her head slightly. Ambrosia starts to smile, opening her mouth and letting her white canines show as her tongue hangs out.-[/glow]

[Dyssfunkshinel]

::she bunched the blanket closer to her, feeling akward and drained::

Why?

::so many questions flooded her mind, and she got a shooting pain from her forehead, where she struck the rock. she put a palm to it, waiting for it to subside.::

[Becca]

[glow=springgreen,2,300]-she looks around, she'd finally found the house...she had wanted to see who had taken the other elf...She had seemed newer to the area, and she wanted to make sure she was alright. She dismounted and walked to the door knocking lightly...She then stepped back and admired the carpentry, it seemed well made, but she didn't know much. She'd spent most of her time in the castle...-[/glow]

[FrostByte]

[glow=indianred,2,300]-He looks behind him, in the direction the door is in. Who could be there now? The sun was setting.

He looks down at Ambrosia, the chocolate-pelted half-dog and says a simple english phrase, as though she would understand it. His voice soft, not demanding, but just as though asking if she would please.-

Answer it.

-But Ambrose walks away, tail slinking between her legs showing her wolven heritage.

He looks back up to Rowa- Because you're hurt. -He says, pointing to the bandages on her stomach- A puma cut you. 'Brose scared her away.

-The deep rich brown half-dog jumps up onto the door handle, letting her paw run down it's side, turning it and letting it swing open. She looks up and instantly flashes her hackles. She senses evil.-[/glow]

[Dyssfunkshinel]

::she looks at the blanket for a moment before murmuring softly::

Thank you....

::she looks back up, tilting her head at such an angle to make her oak brown irises seem to shimmer. She felt as if she owed him something, but all she remembered having with her was in the knapsack, only a few coins and such. And she didn't even know where it was.::

May I ask your name?

[FrostByte]

[glow=indianred,2,300]-He smiles and walks towards her-

By all means, do.

-Lowering her hands, he busies himself in taking off her bandage, checking her wound. It's very deep, luckily it skimed most of the bone. It would take a while to not heal though. He's not great at magic, but if he were, it'd still leave a scar.-[/glow]

[Dyssfunkshinel]

::she smiled too, a rarity for her. Rowa didn't feel so uneasy anymore. she winced slightly as the bandage was removed, then asked::

Okay then, what is your name?