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Post by taraxzavl on Jul 6, 2012 17:47:24 GMT -5
"Please, no scream!" Taraxavl uttered, while he made a step out of the shadows into the faint moonlight and away from the new human next to him.
He did so while pulling his ears down with his hands, making his head look a bit like a rabbit. Standing next to two humans was very unusual, Taraxavls big heart was racing with big deep beats. He was confused. He had neither smelled nor noticed the other ... human ... girl ? ... but all of a sudden she just stood right next to him. She must have moved very fast, Taraxavl thought. Like the wind. Yet, she seemed not to sweat at all. To Taraxavls nose she did not exist. Very confusing.
"Me Tara...xavl. Not harm human! Only cu...ri... cu....curi...os...ius?" Taraxavl tried to imitate the smile of the scentless girl next to him, but it only made his big fangs stand out more.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 6, 2012 20:36:09 GMT -5
Ronia’s mouth was wide open with both shock and wonder. She was very glad indeed that she was not being watched by brigands. She knew that what stood in her wake was a troll. She didn’t know that they lived so close to human villages. He was twice as tall and twice as wide as any human man she had ever met, but did not look twice as intimidating. He was obviously frightened; as he had his hands over his ears (it made him look rather funny and kind of cute!). Ronia breathed a sigh of relief and spoke
“Oh Taraxavl, I’m not going to hurt you!” she said in a motherly tone “I was just startled! I’m not supposed to sleep in the woods at night!”
She looked at the pair standing opposite her. A troll and a maybe vampire-maybe girl stood. They both thought she was a simple human girl. She spoke up once more
“Forgive my manners, my name is Ronia! And Distance, I do know of humans and their horrible crimes against the creatures of this land, but you will be happy to know that I do not partake in them. Not the activities or humanity at all in fact.”
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Post by Lythe on Jul 7, 2012 12:22:28 GMT -5
Ronia's last remark caught Distance of gaurd. She seemed to talk about humans as if she was not one of them. Maybe... well it would explain why she smelled funny.
"You aren't human are you? Not completely anyway. You're too pretty to just be human." She said smiling. "There's something about you. The way you move is too graceful, and your ears aren't like any human's I've ever seen. And I spent 17 years amongst them."
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 7, 2012 22:02:28 GMT -5
Ronia blushed noticeably at Distances’ complement. She never considered herself pretty; nor as a human or elf. She got her mother’s plainer, more human facial features. Luckily though she did get a few traditionally elven characteristics, and wisdom was one of them. What she got from Distance’s wording she knew she could not be human either.
“You assume correctly. I am part elf. Only a small part, but I believe that what few characteristics of elven descent run within me truly set me apart from others whom I live amongst.” Ronia sighs “Not that I really know what it means to be an elf, considering I’ve never met any full elves.”
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Post by taraxzavl on Jul 8, 2012 6:12:03 GMT -5
Taraxzavl head turned back and forth as he looked at the small humans called Tivka and Distance. Taraxzavl was crouching in the typical way of his kind. His torso was inclined forward, his knees were bent, most of his weight was resting on his arms. This made him appear much smaller than he truly was. Still, he was large compared to the humans. He was amazed by the long and complicated sentences they exchanged. He only understood half of it. "Tivka and Distance be very smart", he thought.
Tivka had just said she was part of an elf. Taraxzavl did not understand, because she looked whole to Taraxzavl. On the other hand it was dark and Taraxzavl barely saw anything. Taraxzavl also was not sure what an elf was.
He looked to his side and jerked, because Distance had moved closer again without him noticing it. She truly was like the wind. Taraxzavl spend a moment thinking, then rested his weight on his left arm and raised the other hand and tried to touch Distances head.
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Post by Lythe on Jul 8, 2012 14:00:00 GMT -5
Distance moved towards the troll. Taraxzavl jerked when he noticed. "Don't be afraid." She said, ducking as his hand came towards her. She smiled as she slowly stood again so that Taraxzavl's hand touched the top of her head. "Be careful, I'm delicate." She said softly. Her following laughter as sweet and melodical as birds chirping.
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Post by Juniper on Jul 8, 2012 20:33:19 GMT -5
It was very dark out. Alysia loved the eeriness of the forest at night. She made her wings visible, and the glow gave her comfort, in which she sought courage. She was going to find Rita’s murderer. If she didn’t make the killer pay today, then she would the next day. Alysia would not give up on avenging her friend.
She trekked farther into the forest. Alysia would love to say she knew the forest inside and out but that would be a lie. She usually flew so fast through it; she never stopped to learn its secrets.
The moon was still casting its light over the leaves, making a small trail of light on the forest floor. Alysia decided she’d better follow it. She trusted nature whole-heartedly, and if the moon was telling her to go a certain direction, she figured it was her best bet to follow it
Countless feelings swam through Alysia’s heart. She felt scared, for she didn’t know who or what to expect to come out of the forest at this time of night. Her need for revenge was new to her and the fairy didn’t know how to handle this new sensation. She also didn’t know what she was going to do to the murderer when she found them. Would her inconvenient shyness kick in at the worst time? Would she run away from fright? Or will this burning flame of vengeance finally toughen her and allow her to stand up to her fears. Alysia felt confused and worried.
Stopping suddenly, Alysia thought she heard something. She anxiously twisted the bloodied ribbon between her small fingers and masked her wings. Quietly, she hid behind a bush and moved the leaves away so she could listen to the strange voices and observe who they belonged to.
There were three beings standing under a large willow tree. One was obviously a troll. Alysia thought back to the grave yard where her mother was buried and remembered the trolls lurking by the creek’s side. A cold shiver ran down the fairy’s spine. She didn’t trust trolls.
There was also two girls under the tree, one with short reddish hair and one with pale hair. Alysia was too far away to notice any more details then that.
She listened closely. They were obviously talking about themselves. They all seemed rather uncomfortable, too. Well, except the pale haired one. She seemed pretty confident about her current situation.
Normally, Alysia would have thought that the uncomfortable feeling in the air would give away the perpetrator, for they would have a guilty conscience about them. But the array of hesitant colored auras and, Alysia startlingly notices, the lack of colors surrounding the pale haired girl, told her differently. The pale girl also seemed too confident, and that would also be a sign to Alysia that she would be the killer, as she would try to mask her guilt. The whole scenario caught Alysia off guard, as she could not determine solely from the outside which of these strangers Rita’s killer could be. She was going to have to jump in and take a chance.
“This is for Rita,” Alysia thought, swallowing her pride and her shyness in one moment. “for Rita and for mother.”
Stepping out of the bushes, she called to the strangers, “Hey,” she held up the purple ribbon. It gleamed in the moonlight. Alysia silently thanked herself for hiding her wings before hand, as it avoided any more awkwardness then she was already enduring. “Does this belong to any of you?”
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Post by Lythe on Jul 8, 2012 21:17:07 GMT -5
She smelled her before she saw her. The panic was immediate. Distance's eyes got wide and her body rigid as the words that would haunt her for the rest of her life were spoken. "Does this belong to any of you?" The fairy asked. It was her purple ribbon. The one she'd used to try and save the rabbit. But it was too late. She couldn't save her. She tried to, but it was too late. And now here she was, the most rare creature in the entire forest looking for her lost friend who would never return home.
Tears leaked out of her eyes as she crumbled in on herself, knees weakening, the earth rising towards her. She tried to stop the shaking but it took over her entire body as she sobbed out the words "She's dead. It's too late. She killed herself. It's too late. I couldn't help her. I tried to, but she didn't want me to. It was to late. I-"
All of a sudden, before she even realized what had happened, she was running, running faster than she had ever run before. To them it would have seemed like one moment she was there, the next second she was gone. But to Distance it felt like hours. She didn't stop. She couldn't. She kept seeing it flashing before her eyes. The gashes, the pain, her frantic attempts to stop the bleeding, the plea to end it's suffering. The blood. There's was so much bood.
She stopped running suddenly and just as immediately keeled over as the contents of her stomach left a ruby liquid imprint over the once green grass. She was hyperventilating. Her throat felt dry. She'd lost a lot of blood from the tears and now from her stomach but she couldn't think about getting more. She couldn't. She just stayed by the creek, holding her knees, swaying back and forth.
What would the fairy think? She must think Distance killed her friend. She didn't understand. She wouldn't. It was too late. She had to understand. She deserved to know the truth.
Taking a deep breath, Distance began running the way she'd come. From the position of the stars and moon, she could tell that only a few minutes had passed sinced she'd left the group. She waited hestitantly behind a thick redwood, listening to what the group would say about her now that she was obviously not human, and possibly even a killer.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 8, 2012 21:46:09 GMT -5
Ronia’s face twisted strangely as Distance ran from the little angry creature. While her wings were hidden it was obvious to her that she was a fairy. She has seen many amazing creatures on little sleep. She had read up on all supposed mythical creatures including fairies. None of them had mentioned that they were prone to anger. Distance did mention death, maybe it was a friend of hers, or a relative. Regardless of the reason she needed to calm down the poor fairy or at least get her to leave so that Taraxzavl would not start freaking out once more. She moved over to take Distance’s spot beside the gentle giant and held out her arm as she spoke calmly to the beautiful fairy
“Please don’t speak so loudly, my friend hear does not like it.” She patted Taraxzval’s shoulder. “I understand you must feel terrible pain at your loss, but I’m sure Distance was only trying to help them.”
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Post by Juniper on Jul 9, 2012 18:07:49 GMT -5
“…only trying to help them.” Only trying to help them. Only trying to help them. The short haired girl’s words repeated continuously in Alysia’s head. So it was the pale girl –her name was Distance? How strange, –who killed Rita. No wonder she started babbling and had run away so quickly. Too quickly. What had she said, before she took off like that? “ She's dead. It's too late. She killed herself.” No. That was a lie. Rita would never kill herself. Not when she knew Alysia was doing everything she could to find a cure. “I couldn't help her. I tried to, but she didn't want me to. It was too late…”
So Distance had tried to help Rita? That seemed improbable to Alysia. How would she know what Rita needed, unless Rita’s condition had gotten worse, and became more noticeable? But then why would Rita refuse help?
Alysia madly fought through storm raging inside her already baffled mind. There were too many holes in this scenario. Alysia couldn’t accuse anyone of murder until she knew the entire story. She had to learn more.
She looked from the red-haired girl to the troll and back again to the girl. Her insecurity had finally caught up to her when she realized they were waiting for an explanation, a story, a word. anything. But Alysia’s mouth would not open. Her tongue was frozen to the bottom of her mouth, her voice trapped behind closed lips.
Alysia felt as if she was on stage, and she had just completely mucked up a huge performance. She saw that happen once, in a play her school had put on years ago. One of her friends, Angelica, had spoken another actor’s line. Angelica had noticed her mistake, but covered it up smoothly and continued as if nothing happened. If Alysia was in that position, she would have started shedding tears, and have instantly fled the stage.
That’s how Alysia felt at that moment. She had put on an angry show, and now the audience was awaiting a steady recovery. Alysia couldn’t do it. Her stupid shyness had kicked in, just like she was afraid it would. Turning her back to the strangers, she sobbed, revealed her wings, and dropped the purple ribbon as she flew out of the forest as fast as possible, never looking back. She was going to find Distance again. She needed to know more of the story. It couldn’t just end like this.
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Post by Lythe on Jul 10, 2012 10:58:26 GMT -5
Well that wasn't the kind of conversation Distance thought she would walk in on... Actually it wasn't really a conversation at all. The fairy just left without explanation. Distance thought that was kind of rude. Then she slowly realized that she had done the same thing. The fairy was probably as hurt and confused as Distance was. More so because she had been friends with the bunny.
Distance decided it was unfair to act so impolite to these poor strangers and decided it was time to explain herself as she hesitantly came out from her hiding place.
"I have some explaining to do, do I not?" She asked quite anxiously, using all her mental effort to keep her fangs hidden. Now was most certainly not the time. "I'm so sorry for the incident. I wasn't- I didn't know-"
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Post by taraxzavl on Jul 10, 2012 18:23:23 GMT -5
Taraxzavl couldn't help but wonder about this special day. He never had had so many interesting creatures around him. Sure, he was able to approach most animals before they recognized him, because he was silent and had the scent of leaves about him. But animals couldn't talk.
Taraxzavl had looked in silent tension at the tiny winged human who had entered the scene just as he had carefully touched Distance head to see whether she was real. That's what his mother had told him: "Things troll can touch be real. Things troll can not touch be ghosts and gods and magic." He had immediately removed his fingers as he had become aware of the tiny winged human. Taraxzavl had seen ... her?... before in the woods on rare occasions, but never this close. His mother had told him to stay away from winged beings, especially ones who could speak.
Then suddenly after some quick words that Taraxzavl was not able to follow, Distance had run away, which made Taraxzavl sad. "Distance nice voice and smart and hair like silk", he thought. Some time passed, which Taraxzavl spend thinking. He was about to turn to Ronia as Distance suddenly was back (Taraxzavl only winced a little this time). Yet, since Taraxzavl was a bit slow, he continued to say: "Ronia, why Distance run away?"
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Post by Tivka Fews on Jul 10, 2012 19:05:20 GMT -5
Ronia thought to herself as the fairy showcased her glowing wings and her despair in her flight out and Distance ran swiftly back to her and Taraxzavl. While she had sided with Distance, telling the fairy that she would not hurt her friend, she was not entirely sure of herself. She decided she’s let Distance explain herself of the incident, but not just yet. She was tired; she had to take a long voyage tomorrow and needed rest. She looked back at the troll who was just as dumbfounded as her, as he asked her why Distance had run. Ronia answered Taraxzavl
“I’m not sure. It all happened so fast. Maybe Distance can explain it to us in the morning. While our friend here may have lots of energy, I need to sleep during the night
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Post by Lythe on Jul 10, 2012 19:50:30 GMT -5
Distance nodded slowly, not speaking, and sat under the willow tree, silently playing with a branch.
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Post by Juniper on Jul 10, 2012 20:27:38 GMT -5
The wreath of flowers sat on the small table in Alysia’s home. It had begun to wither, for it had been sitting out with no water the entire night. Alysia picked up the delicate piece of art. Green beams of light and a current of energy wove around the shrunken flowers from Alysia’s touch. Before her eyes, they sprung back to life, blooming with intense orange and yellow hues. It looked just as fresh as when she picked them from the flower field. She thought back to that field with sadness, as it was the last place she saw Rita, and had never gotten to give her friend a proper goodbye.
Alysia didn’t hesitate as she tore the flower wreath evenly in half, and held a side in each of her hands. She exited her home and headed towards the forest, where Rita was buried. Upon reaching Rita’s oak tree, she fell on her knees and said a small prayer to her friend. Ever so carefully, she laid the flowers on top of the grave, next to the old dandelion she had placed earlier.
Flying back over the flower field, to the other side of the forest, Alysia continued her journey into the graveyard, which she so loathed. She flew over the gates and landed by her mother’s tomb and hid her wings. The oak tree made a groaning sound as it swayed in the breeze wafting through the cemetery. Shivers ran up her spine. She listened closely, and could hear the running waters of the creek, followed by the faint grumbling of trolls. Shaking her head and pushing all her fears aside, she bent down by her mother and placed the second half of the wreath on the ground.
“Mother, I lost another friend today. She was killed by someone. I am trying to find out who did it. I miss you so much. Mother, you always told me not to be afraid. That was always so hard for me. Without you, I feel even more frightened.” Alysia closed her eyes, hoping to sense her mother’s spirit beside her, holding her hand as Alysia dreamed she would every night since the tragedy.
The poor fairy felt nothing, and a warm, salty tear slid down her cheek and trickled through her lips. “I will find out who did this to you mother. I will find who is responsible for taking away what I love so dear. I don’t know what I will do then, but I will keep trying until I succeed.” Alysia opened her eyes again and looked up at the stars. “Give me strength, mother. Send me a sign that you can hear me. Tell me you are by my side, forever and ever.”
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