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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:36 pm
Gelir didn't answer, didn't feel the need to as she waited on Acharn's response. Except it never came. The boy carried on talking to Elenath as though Kelbora had never entered. The only indication he noticed her was a brief glance, incensed by her hatred.
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"Meh, perhaps not so lucky, you don't have to get whooped by Devil Woman One and Devil Woman Two. And besides, why rush, we have thirty or so years here? That's so long. But it's all for the best I suppose. You want to go meet some of my friends? Their Gelir's brothers, but Gollor's funny, and Ithil's got the whole dry humor thing going for him."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 7:31 am
Elenath's brow rose slightly at 'Devil Woman One and Devil Woman Two'. It was amusing and she allowed herself an inward chuckle. If any of the students referred to Headmistress Gelir like that they would find themself in true pain. "No you're right, I don't get whopped by them. I don't get whooped by anyone. No one even dares come close to me." The last was said with contempt. "Everyone is either afraid of my rank or they abhor me for what I am: a thieving fox. But I've guarded myself against that now." She thumped her fist over her heart. "It's an iron fortress against insults. No pain. Just anger." She grinned at that, and her eyes glazed for a moment as she thought back to the lowly Butterfly. "Well, let's go meet these Gelir brothers. Hopefully they're more fun than your hobby of sitting."
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 3:40 pm
Kelbora observed the youths for a moment, taking in how innocent and juvenil their conversation was and how unlord like this supposed future king looked. In terms of blood, he was a prince, in terms of maturity he was a common school boy. The girl was no better off, but then again she was not the decendent of two of the three greatest thrones in the world. Royal, yes, but beyond the scope of her clan, no.
How much knowledge did this child posess? Heirs to the thrones were always taught the arts of etiquette, politics, war, charm, and decision from year one of their lives. And from what she had seen of this boy so far, he, much like the Queen Gleir, was not at all as respectful or tactful as his predecessors.
"Dies ist kein großer König; dies ist ein taktloses Kind." Kelbora cursed under her breath in the ancient language of her people and never took her eyes from the two. "This is no great king; this is a tactless child."
Kelbora turned her back on the two and returned her focus to Gleir, "I have seen enough, I am becoming ill from the thought of what you Elves believe to be the future of this world. Just tell me the location of your brother, my supposed charge, and my weapon you promised me." She said and immediately walked out of Acharn's room, making her way as far away from that child as she could get without having to formally take her leave, "I will do no more or less then what is required of me, but I will not support the rise of that boy to the throne of Vampiric rule. Let the Fey have him, for however much he looks like his father, he is no king of mine."
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 8:40 am
"Anmaßend, sind wir nicht." Acharn replied as he hurried past her, lauhing with Elenath.
"Gelir made me study the languages of my heritage," he said, looking at Elenath, "You should learn either fey or vampire so we can talk without the other students understanding. Since she's going to see Ithil, I guess we'll meet Gollor until she's done." He started dragging her down the hall.
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"Well...aren't we all eloquent. Fael can take you to see him, I'm going to have a long, hot bath. I hope you're not always more trouble than you're worth." Gelir dismissed the both of them with a flick of her hand, then walked into the bathroom without another word.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 5:49 pm
Elenath also laughed as they passed. Acharn, finally a person who fell into her 'friend' category, someone who she could laugh with and have fun. "So their brothers? Are they twins perhaps?" She laughed jokingly, not aware they were. Twins were rare. "If you really want me to learn fey or vampire I will, but remember, that's another class on me. Choose which for me, I don't mind."
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:10 pm
Kelbora's eyebrows rose a bit as she glared at the two youths walking past her, but did not pay them any heed beyond that. When Gleir dismissed her, she turned and left through the exit the young prince and princess had taken before her.
She saw them up ahead in the hall and a thousand damning curses and spells forming in her mind. If she had been able to cast them, she would have, but right now she wanted to return to her room and find the maid to fetch her promised weapon. She wanted to be armed as soon as possible.
As she approched the stair case, her greater height and longer legs allowed her to easily move passed the youths with casual ease. Though as she passed, she made a quick whisper for Acharn and Acharn alone to hear:
"Achten Sie Ihre Älteren, kiddo. Sie neigen dazu zu wissen, dass mehr Wege von tourture und dann die Junge zu ermorden." And with that, she made her way down the steps with no problems or looking back. She disappeared beyond the corner at the bottom of the stairs that led to the hall where her room was located.
And to Acharn, if he was as smart as his mouth proclaimed him to be...he'd take that as a warning to back off or get hurt.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 2:41 pm
Acharn's eyes narrowed slightly, but he shrugged Kelbora off. Her personality and opinions are not something he is unused to. And if she believed she could get past Gelir and the few who cared for him beyond his use, and perhaps those who use him as well...well then, perhaps she deserved to end him. Shuddering off his morbid thoughts he turned to Elenath.
"Hmm? Yes, they are, though you'd never tell looking at them. Gollor's all hard-bodied and warrior and smiles, whereas Ithil's all lithe'n broody and spirit mage. Their coloring's off too. Ithil's silver-haired and fair, Gollor's tanned and has hair like Gelir. The only thing that matches 'em up is their eyes like Gelir's." He explained on their way to Gollor's door, which was only a couple down, past Ithil's.
Placing his hand on the door, he finished, "Oh, you can learn fey, so we can talk behind that egotistical witch's back." He said, visually mocking Kelbora's tight stance.
Opening the door, he noticed Gollor sitting on the bed casually and went to greet him. *Silma: Could you please play Gollor? You know his personality through me, and it would be wierd to play Gollor and Acharn whom are kinda pursuing each other. Kel: You can have Ithil if you like, but please stay in character? If you have any questions, contact me.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 5:22 pm
Elenath felt the slight malice coming from the new guardian who was obviously insulting Acharn. Glaring at her as she walked of she turned and smiled at Acharn. It was a chilling smile, forced and showing every single tooth she had. Obviously she disliked the woman.
"Completely opposite yet twins? Hm. Intriguing. I shan't wait till I see them. Let's go now." Elenath strode beside him, her usually loud heels silent against the floor as she strolled along.
Elenath sweat-dropped as another course was laid upon her plate. "You really don't want me to sleep this year do you? Oh well... I guess i'll take the course." Chuckling softly she entered behind Acharn, closing the door behind her softly before turning. My, if sparks were any clearer. The two obviously liked eachother.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 5:57 pm
[[OOC: Um...alright, I'll give this a go. If I end up screwing up, don't hesitate to let me know. X3 I'll give it my best shot!]]
Ithil Draug was sitting on on a comforter of silvery blue color and down featers within. He was hunched over sitting tightly on the bed, arms wrapped around his drawn up knees, chin resting on the peeks of his legs, and his long silver hair making a draping curtain around his back, side, and hidding most of his face. He was breathing softly, gently fanning some of the stray strains of hair before his face, and eyes cast down to the plush bed beneath him. He was thinking...anticipating...and worrying. He awoke today to find the room before his, the vacant Guardian's room, strud with the semblence of someone being there. That meant...
His Guardian had arrived.
He suspected his sister, the Queen, had been seeking someone to protect him; and it seemed that she had found one. He had never and would never be as tough and physically fit as his brother; and yes, given Ithil's magic was powerful...but it takes a lot of energy and time to cast a truely terrifying spell...so most sorcerers had sword weidling warriors to protect them. But the thought of trusting his life to a total stranger? Well...it never sat well with him.
He was nervous...and wondering what he or she would be like. Not that he didn't trust his sister to find someone strong and devoted, but...would the chemistry be right? Would they get along? Would their time together be pleasent or a nightmare? Ithil wasn't very social and rather shy...so would that annoy or please his protector? He was lacking the confidence to deal with most people beyond his family members and some friends, so this would be...a challenge.
Suddenly the door to his room opened. His head shot up, his hair flying away from his face to behind him, as a figure clad in black entered his bedroom. His eyes widened and his body ceased to move or breath. Oh boy.
When Kelbora first stepped into the room and saw the figure on the bed, her expression took on an almost disappointed yet curious tone. She walked in slowly and pushed the door shut behind her as she continued forward into the room, examining the person she would be guarding with her life for heavens knew how long.
His features were delicate, androginis in appearence, and his hair was about lower back length. His eyes were a soft golden color, and currently they were wide and staring at her; his eyes were lovely and matched his light and metallic silver hair beautifully...almost angelicly. Among her people, these features were very rare and far between, so she had to say that this young man was nothing short of beautiful...but he looked far to fragile for her to consider romantically attractive.
She decided to lift the disappointed look and give the young prince the appreciation he deserved...well, as much of it as she was willing to show.
"You must be Ithil Draug, brother of Gelir Draug and one of the heirs to the Throne of the Wolf clan." Kelbora addressed, choosing to stand about a foot from the bed with her arms crossed and still anaylzing the young man.
Ithil blinked a few times, realizing she was talking to him and he swallowed hard. A vampire...she was a vampire!
"Y-yes, yes, I am Ithil Draug." He affirmed and finally decided to uncurl himself and stand as his station would require. After all, he imagined that her first impression of him wasn't very astute.
Ithil slid off of the bed gracefully and stood up on the opposite side of the bed, parallel to where the woman was standing. His hair swept back behind his back as he righted himself and stood up tall and regally. His sister would be proud.
"...Forgive me earlier rudeness of not presenting myself earlier, but I was rather...taken aback by you being a-" Ithil stopped, not quite sure what the diplomatic thing to say would be.
Kelbora's expression never changed, but she did take on a tad of a bitter tone, "Just say it...I'm a vampire, and you're stuck with me. Trust me, once you get over this fact it'll make life a little easier."
Ithil blushed with embaressment and nearly lost his composure, but he held it together and steeled his face from giving away any further weakness. His sister would definately be proud. "I'm sorry if I offended you. It wasn't my intention...and unlike most of my race, I'm not prejudice or hateful against other races. Truely, I do not desire any negativity between us...so please, may we start over?"
Kelbora tilted her head to the side a bit, and felt as though she were seeing this young man for the first time. For one so timid he was suprisingly mature.
Perhaps...this won't be as bad as she originally assumed.
"...Very well, then I find it obligatory to inform you that I absolutely dispise all non-vampiric races. However, if you are willing to compromise, then I promise to attempt to finding common ground." She said and gave a slight bow with her head, "Forgive me that I do not use my real name, but perhaps I will endow you with it once we have proven trust worthy to each other. You may call me Kelbora, and for however long we might be together...I'm in charge of your safety."
Ithil took it in a moment...and then smiled and made an innocently sweet and sweeping bow, "Well then, Lady Kelbora, Guardian of the third son of the Draug family...it is a pleasure to make your aquantaince."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:56 am
"Hey Gollor, this is Lady Elenath Rusc, first noble daughter of the Fox Clan and my new friend." Acharn said casually, sitting down next to him on the sheets and motioning for Elenath to either take the chair or sit next to them. Catching her earlier comment, he took a jab at her, "Musn't do that, hmm? Keeping you out of bed all night will make the other ladies doubt your everlasting and complete virtue." He tilted his head at her and grinned, before laying back against the mattress and sighing heavily.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:18 pm
It had taken some persuassion on Ithil's behalf...okay, a LOT of persuassion; but the young sorcerer was finally able to get his Guardian to make herself comfortable and sit down across from him at his sitting table set near adjacent end of the room. It was a small step forward, but Ithil was quite proud of himself for just achieving that much.
"And that's pretty much all of it so far." The young man said with a smile, more relaxed now that the woman across from him wasn't so tense, "Gleir has pretty much raised my twin and I, and taking on Acharn was a greater strain on her...but if she hadn't made the sacrifice, I'd be in her shoes as Acharn's Guardian." At this...the young man sighed.
It was an uncomfortable, and quite frankly a frightening subject for him. He felt cowardly for having such feelings...but he'd rather be a coward then responsible for the unthinkable.
"...I guess you can probably tell by now...I'm not much of a creature of violence. Life is a precious and wonderful thing to be perserved and held sacred. I...I would rather take a diplomatic approach to things rather then action, and that's a bad quality in a Guardian." Ithil began, his expression deepening with lines of sorrow, "I'm powerful, I know that...and according to my honored sister, I have yet to reach my full potential. Its a frightening thought all on its own, especially when even at my age, I'm still learning to control my magic. If I were in charge of defending and protecting the life of another...especially one as important as Lord Acharn's..." The young elf shuddered and faded into silence. The unspoken words rang all to clear.
Kelbora analyzed the man before her for a moment, his personality was becoming a more vivid picture in her mind. He reminded her of a young male deer; timid and shy when young, but are meant to grow into strong, proud, and endearing creatures some day. A full grown male buck was master of the forests and his territory...but you wouldn't see such a lord when looking upon its adolecent form...its innocent form...its still to pure and young form. Ithil was still all of these thing, still the young buck who was trying to avoid destiny and responsibility for as long as it could...though knowing that destiny cannot be defied forever, and at some point it will have to accept its role in life.
She could see why the Queen felt he needed a Guarid who wasn't afraid to end the life of a potential threat: because the boy was still to clean of blood to do it without hesitation on his own.
'But once this young buck get's his antlers and accepts his fate...he will be the most feared and respected being of his people.'
"...You lack confidence." She said finally; Ithil quickly looking up at her with a startled and curious look on his face. "You've got all of the power, and anything that breaths has the ability to kill...all you lack if the motivation and confidence to do it. And for now, that's alright...because I'm here to ensure your hands stay as clean as possible until the time comes when my hands can no longer hold a blade in your defense. You'll kill some day...you'll have to if you want to stay alive...and believe me, the first time is never the easiest. But, its definately not the hardest."
Ithil's face passed a look of sadness before his features gave way to confusion. He knew he couldn't stay free of sin forever, but why would taking a life for the first time not be the hardest?
"I don't understand..." The young lord began and cocked his head slightly to the side, his silvery hair cascading down his shoulder with graceful abandonment, "If taking a...life...for the first time isn't the most difficult thing to do...then what is?"
Kelbora looked down at the table, silent for a time, before returning her deep green eyes to Ithil. Her eyes were filled with a dreadful and burdening knowledge set in a hardened expression of indifference...it made Ithil's sensitive heart tear with terrible pain for her and any warrior who had such a face.
"Its after the second...the third...the hundreth kill when you realize you don't feel anything any more. Its when you realize that in killing others to survive this long you've lost a piece of your humanity along the way. You mourn for it...you feel it gone from deep inside...and you know that the next kill with be just as feelingless...but you can't shed a tear or spare a moment to let it sink in," She said, her eyes never leaving Ithil's face, "because your heart has no strength left to abosorb it."
Oh gods above...How could someone live without being able to feel? To empathize? To sympathize? To...to express their humanity! Ithil didn't think of himself as so oblivious to the outside world...until now. There were beings, Elf, Vampire, even Fey alike...who had lost themselves because of the need for lives to be taken with such...brutality? It was beyond sad...he was not ignorant to the autrocities beyond the safety of his sister's kingdom, but to hear such a thing from a person who had lived in it, survived in it, and at such a cost...his heart wept.
Ithil pressed his lips together tightly and quickly looked away from Kelbora's face. He felt the stinging and burning threat of tears behind his vibrant golden eyes, but he refused to release his inner torment. If Kelbora did not have the right to express her own suffering, if other soldiers who shared he fate could not, then he would respect that and not break down beneath the horrible truths they have endured for so long. It would be blasphamy, he thought, and utterly pitiful. Kelbora was a warrior, and she would appreciate pity least of all things he could possibly display or show towards her. He'd seen the type before...he did not want to show himself to be weak and pitiful before her scared eyes and heart.
She might not be able to cry for herself or others, but his heart could. So his eyes would not have too.
Ithil had always been sensitive and attuned to the feelings and emotions of others, its what made him such a great negotiatior and peace bringer. But sometimes...his gift felt like a crushing curse. Before people with such emotional and inner strife as Kelbora, his heart was litterally breaking with the weight of her unspoken nightmares alone.
Ithil swallowed hard, and once he had mastered his outward appearence once more, he looked back up at Kelbora with a guarded and courageously mustered face. Kelbora seemed to be intently studying his reaction...but he would not let his temporary moment of weakness betray his heart ache.
"Your...your eye alone give me more then enough evidence of your qualifications as a Guardian and a vetren master of combat, so I will promise to do my best not to question your meathods or disgression." He said, his voice tight, but slowly smoothing out into a normal tone, "Please accept my most sincer apologizes if I have caused you any distress due to my questioning."
Kelbora continued to study him for a moment longer, and then looked away from him and gave him a small smile. "See...now that has to stop. I can't stand people constantly apologizing for petty crap like that." She said with mocking exhasperation, "From now on, you only get to apologize if you fall out of a window and stupidly break your bones, or two, you put your shoes on the opposite feet, trip and fall like a clutz before the rest of the world, and embaress the hell out of me." SHe then looked back at him with a hidden smirk, "Understand?"
Ithil looked utterly astound for a moment, and then smiled and laughed a bit at her attempt to change the subject. It had worked to make him feel a little better, and probably get off of a topic that was sensitive to the woman. He nodded though and tossed his head to the side dramatically, his long hair giving the desired spoild hieress effect.
"Well, isn't that a tad out of line? I'm the royal pain in the a**, therefore, shouldn't I be setting the guidlines?" He asked with freign sassy annoyance.
Kelbora smirked and flashed a tad of fang, "No deary, within our little partnership: I say jump, you do it; I say duck, you find the nearest cover and get your pretty little a** under it; I say run, and you pump those scrawny legs as fast as they'll go. My job is to keep you alive, not pamper your royal hide." She then leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms and legs as she tossed her own head back; her golden curtain rivaling his silver mane in sheen, "Got that?"
Ithil laughed long and loud, throwing his hands up in defeat and finding her serious yet commically presented orders hysterical coming from her. He laughed for a long while before relearning how to breath and mockingly bowing to her, "Ah, and I must toss my hat to you m'lady. For I know I am no match for your aura of commanding poise." Ithil knew she was serious beneath the smile, and acknowledged it with a more serious expression and a nod of his head.
Well, now that they were on better terms...it was time for him to learn more about his Guardian.
"So, now that you know my story, what about you? I'm curious to know what the lands beyond this one are like. My sister never let me or my twin travel far because of the danger...but you have! So really, what is your country like?" He asked enthusiastically and curiously.
Suddenly Kelbora's good-natured manner dropped like the thick and impenetrable walls of steel. Ithil's smile vanished as well...he knew he'd brought up something worse then the subject of death. He wished to all above that he could retract his inquiary...but the damage was done.
Kelbora had shut him out again.
"...I-I'm sorry Kelbora." He said quickly as she stood up and he followed soon after, "You don't have to answer. I apologize; my curiocity got away with me...I-I didn't-"
Kelbora's eyes flashed to him with a glare of anger, but she held her heated aura inward to prevent burning him. "When I am prepared to tell you about worlds beyond this one, I will. Until then I don't want another question asked about anything previous to the point I entered your country. Am I clear?" She demanded harshly, her penetrating gaze never leaving the young prince's.
Ithil nodded immediately and bowed his head in shame and respect, "Yes, I understand...I'm sorry." Kelbora had made her point, and Ithil would accept it. He also had figured out by now that Kelbora did not like to dwell on subjects she considered closed, so he changed it. "W-would you like to meet my twin brother? I know its a far cry from our previous disscussion, but I think you should meet him...so you'll know who one of the people allowed to get close to me are." He proposed timidly, hoping she'd open up a little more to him again.
He didn't take being shut out very well. Most people persons didn't.
"Fine." Kelbora said, keeping her response to one word for the time being. She needed to cool down first. "Take me to him and show me what he looks like. If it becomes my decision, I have no desire to mingle with anyone else today. I am tired." She kept it short, sweet, simple, and to the point.
Kelbora was not a people person.
Ithil kept the sigh of relief to himself for once; another small victory...at least she didn't flat out reject the offer. Ithil regainned himself and nodded, walking towards the door and with a sweeping gesture of his hand, he beckoned her to follow. She did without resistance, another small victory, and he lead her out of their joint rooms and into the hallway to find his brother's room.
He just hoped that Gollor, the more aggressive and out going of the two, didn't spark an all out war. Hmm...maybe this wasn't such a good idea? To late now...the short walk was completed and he stood before his twin's room. He sighed and rose his hand to knock.
'Here goes nothing...'
-KNOCK-KNOCK-
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 7:25 pm
Gollor was about to speak to the two newcomers to his room, Acharn, the crush he hadn't the courage to ask out, and a young female elf he didn't know. She was pretty, but not his type. He preferred males totally. Then came another knock at the door. As he was sitting on the bed, he couldn't answer because of the female standing at the entrance, as if guarding while they met.
"Would you mind getting that? Everyone seems to think i'm at their beck and call to be visited unnannounced," he joked casually. Elenath nodded at Goolor, he was handsome, but obviously crushing on Acharn. Turning, her hair swishing and glowing crimson in the candlelight, she laid her hand on the doorknob. Turning it slowly, she opened the door, covering the inside with her body. She wasn't Acharn's guardian, but Headmistress Gelir wasn't there at the time and she felt a need to protect Acharn. That is, until she saw Gollor's twin. He was.... Incredibly handsome, and his eyes were like crystalized honey. Her own emerald jade eyes opened wide before she stepped out of the way to let him and his guardian, the Lady Vampire, in. Gollor smiled warmly at Ithil, "My brother! I haven't seen you in what, a day?! What brings you here to my humble abode?" His smile was charming as he greeted his brother funnily. His room was anything but humble. It was lavish of sorts, with cushions and lounges.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 8:47 pm
Ithil was suprised to see a firey-haired young lady answering his brother's door, but then again he frowned at the thought that he really shouldn't be. His outgoing brother tended to be quite the lech with both genders of the Elven race...though, Ithil had yet to see one in his room. Suddenly he blushed! Dear gods, had he inturrupted something?!
However, his embarressment and shame seemed to flee him as quickly as his mind had concocted it. Jade. The most beautiful jade eyes were staring back at him, filled with awe and curiosity; a soul burning as brightly and firey as her hair glowed beneath, all set against the sun-kissed skin of a creature not meant to be trapped within the confindes of stone and morter. It was almost a dream like image playing through his mind of the young woman before him in her true environment: flamming red curls waving and dacing in the wind as she runshed through the forest with the grace of a fox, her jade eyes dipped in shadow before flaring to life beneath the sunlight that broke through the trees, her skin gleaming with just a light sheen of sweat as the strong, yet lean, muscles outlining her form pumped madly with the exhertion. It wasn't fear that made her run...but joy, pure joy. The joy of feeling the wind caressing every part of her, the smells of the fresh leaves filling her senses, the underbrush beneath her bear feet, with the shadows and sun playing hide and seek above and around her. The joy of being alive, and feeling as alive as the world around her. Such a sight worthy only of gods and dieties to behold...yet he could so vividly picture it in his mind as his heart beat insanly at the thought.
She was...beautiful.
Kelbora smelled it, the feramones being released by the youthful elves...and her nose wrinkled at the scent. She hated the smell of "Liebe zuerst sichten", or 'Love at First Sight' as her people called it. Its a cloud of feramones released when a youthful cassanova or romancing maiden give off when someone arouses their interest for the first time. Not many are as finely tuned with the senses to detect the air-filled-attraction...but Kelbora was unfortunately, oe of those few.
She frowned, "My Lord, if we could get this over with as you so promised me earlier?" Kelbora said and crossed her arms as she waited for the young prince to snap out of his trance.
Ithil's eyes fluttered and blinked furiously for a moment as his Guardian's voice withdrew him from the world of his imagination. His embaressment returned in a flash as he gapped and looked quickly back at Kelbora before he looked back at the lovely Aphroditie before him, and then to his brother on the far corner of the door beyond. The young fox had moved enough the twin to see in.
"I-I...uh, Gollor, I'm t-terribly sorry. I didn't know you had...company. Uh-yes, I'll come back at another time!" Ithil said quickly and gave a slight bow, "Sorry to have bothered you." He was so flustered, he really needed to get over his shyness of women.
Kelbora rolled her eyes. Well, if the prince was to dumbstruck by Cupid's arrow to continue, then that was fine by her. She really was tired and now extremely annoyed to boot as a head ache began to set in. If they weren't going in, then she wanted to leave.
"My Lord, I will escort you back to your quarters." Kelbora said firmly, the young prince whirling around towards her, still blushing, and jerkingly nodded as he pulled away from the door way.
Oh, by the powers! He had made such a fool of himself. Sometimes he wished for even an ounce of his brother's charisma and boldness...Arg! He was such an idiot!
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:37 am
((OOC: Well...I feel no need to reply razz . *Sits back and enjoys the comfort of her computer chair* What? Comfort? Oh yea...that thing I enjoyed before exams....................................well, I'll keep peeking in and posting, but enjoy while I slave razz ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 2:05 pm
The twin was staring at her hard and she felt uncomfortable, shifting in place. It was like he was undressing her with those clear golden eyes, tearing down those walls she had worked so hard to build up. Anger simmered underneath though at this almost perfect looking elf that she had instantly loved. Was he implying that she was having an affair with his brother?
She decided to defend her honor. "Are you implying that I have a relationship with your brother?" She stated, stepping out into the hallways, her voice clear as a bell, with a lilting touch of anger. "I do not believe a princess such as myself would behave in that manner. I was just here accompanying Acharn to introduce me to your brother here." That would justly restore her integrity and it might just have restored her dignity. "Now, I would apologize for so antagonizing you. Would you wish to enter?" Gollor laughed loudly as he stood and walked over to the door. Entering the hallway he waved to his brother. "You have a wildcat on your hands brother! But everything she says is true you know." His smile was wide and humorous. "Fox! Wildfox! I dislike cats!" Was Elenath's reply. She didn't even deign a reply to what he had said. She took it as a compliment. He was saying she had spirit. And indeed she did, if anyone or anything got on her nerves, it was cats.
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