Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 23, 2019 9:13:25 GMT -5
It had been two days since the hunt had started. Danir, who lived for the thrill of hunting, no matter what game he was after, had been excited since his small hunting group had left the city. Rumors of a wampus that had been roaming around the south, heading closer to the human territory. Knowing the humans, if the beast made it that far and injured any of their kind, somehow the elves would be blamed. At least, that was the justification given by the Council members when putting together this party. It had been centuries since the war that forced his people into hiding, but for many the scars of that war were still fresh. Skittish as they were, the Council thought it best to prevent giving the humans any reason to think foul play from them.
Of course, he would have preferred different company on this journey, but there was nothing he could do about that. In fact, he was just lucky that he was able to go along on the trip in the first place. Being one of the youngest elves in the city didn't give him a whole lot of high regard. Danir was inexperienced at best to the world in their eyes. It didn't matter if he had a firm grasp on magic, or could fend for himself, he was still but a child. It didn't bother him, really. That just meant he didn't have to be involved with a lot of the more serious and boring matters of business. This, however, was something he wanted to do. Originally, there had only been two people assigned to the task: Aradheleth and Erymen. These two were the most capable hunters that the Council deemed fit for the job. Really, they wouldn't have needed a third member of their party, but Danir had persisted. The only way that they had given in and taken him along was because he had a) begged and b ) pointed out that he would never learn to better his skills if he didn't have a chance to challenge them and improve. It worked, just barely, and now he was making his way through the forest behind them.
There was little to no conversation to be had. Aradheleth and Erymen were long time hunting companions, so the pair didn't need the constant chatter that many might have to past the time. They found serenity from the forest about them. Conversation with Danir was not to be expected either. They mostly wanted him to stay out of the way while they did their thing. For now, he was content with that as they followed the old tracks left behind by the beast. His eyes scanned the area around them, taking in the familiar sights. The blue hue of the atmosphere was due to the sunlight trying to filter through the dense foliage of the trees. And maybe it was a little magical. You never know. The longer they traveled, there was noticeable changes the closer they got to the human territory. It was still wild in its nature, but it was starting to thin out in small degrees.
"The creature has moved quicker than we thought," Aradheleth commented. The elven woman, dark black hair pulled up into a pony tail, made this observation with disdain. She had been hoping to catch up to the beast before it made it too close to the human territory.
Erymen nodded in agreement. "We've got to be sure it hasn't left the forest," he told her, sharing her unhappiness about being so close to enemy lands. The male elf, who was as fir as his companion was dark, glanced back at Danir. "As much as I hate to do this, I believe it's best we split up and check the area. If you find it, do do anything. Send a signal and we'll come to take care of it."
"As you wish," Danir replied, knowing it was best to play along and be polite. He made it this far, and he wasn't going to get on their bad side now.
The two older elves stared at him a moment, as if unsure if he meant what he said. However, they didn't have the time to waste. So they turned and took off in their own directions. Danir, in turn, went to check the portion of the area they had not. For the most part, he saw nothing. There was no sign of wampus. It was a safe assumption that his hunting companions had taken the path that the tracks still led to. He was just there to be some kind of help. His attention soon lifted from the forest floor the look around. He had never been far out of the forest before, and he wanted to commit as much to memory as he could before they left. To be so close to enemy lines, it was just as tranquil as it had been closer to their city. It was a good twenty minutes before the young elf was pulled from his own thoughts by a growl.
Suddenly on alert, Danir stopped and looked around. The sound seemed to have come from somewhere to his right. He watched for a moment before he spotted the movement. It as brief, but it was all he needed. A woman took off running before him several feet ahead, unaware of his presence. She was followed by a large panther like creature. Cursing under his breath, the male cast a quick signaling spell even as he took off after the two. He didn't know who the woman was, but he knew that he couldn't let the creature catch her. Due to his own natural abilities, he was able to keep up enough. It helped that this land wasn't ideal for running. It meant his quarry had to be just a cautious as the human and thus not as fast as it could have been. Yet he knew he would catch up to it before it reached the woman. So he whispered a few words and sent a fire ball, the size of a small stone, towards the creature. It would harm him, nor would it set the rest of the forest on fire, but it would hopefully shift its attention to him.
Pure adrenaline pumped through her veins as she ran for her life. The young blacksmith could hear the pounding gallop of the creature as it followed her closely. The woman watched for branches and roots, trying to stay as far ahead of the beast as possible. It was diffcult to get through, but hopefully the thing that was chasing her would have similar problems. The woman contiuned to run desprately trying to escape the jaws of death. As she ran, she heard what sounded like a small explosion behind her. Edlyn glanced back and saw a young man draw the attention of the panther-like creature. She wasn't sure how, but watched for a moment. The black-furred beast began to stalk towards the man. It would give her a chance to flee. However, the smith paused and watched the beast for a moment. Edlyn bit her lip and softly groaned. She got within throwing range of the monster and picked up a stone. Carefully aiming it, she threw it at the beast. The woman aimed too high and watched as it got stuck in the branches. Forr a brief moment it stayed in place before tumbling down onto the beast. It growled and gazed up for a moment. Edlyn too the chance and stepped forward. "Hey!" She yelled, jumping and flailing her arms wildly, "Over here!" The panther-like beast turned and growled as Edlyn went on the move again. Bushes crashed and branches snapped, indicating the creature was following her once more. The blacksmith didn't look back, only pushed herself forward.
She could hear the beast roar from behind, seemingly closer than before. Edlyn refused to check, she didn't want to slow herself down further. That didn't last long as she got caught in a thicket of plants. The woman fought her way through a tangled of vines, branches, and underbrush. When it seemed like she was almost free, something would get caught within the thicket. Eventually she managed to work herself free, though the beast was now closer. Edlyn contiuned to run, finding herself somewhere new. She was lost and blindly running into whoknowswhat. The blacksmith glanced around for a moment and took shelter behind a rock. She pulled out her map and tried to figure out where she was. There was no luck, though she wasn't exactly surprised. Seeing little choice, the young woman turned back towards the beast and ran past it, trying to retrace her steps. She had more time to flee as the panther-like creature was forced to turn around.
Up ahead there was a clearing with a stone face on one side. Edlyn dared to glance behind her for a moment. The creature was still slowed down, which contiuned to give her an advantage. It didn't last long because as she turned, she smacked into a rather thick branch. Edlyn crumpled to the ground and laid there for a moment. Carefully, she began to get up and felt her head. It stung slightly and was scraped. A bit of blood oozed from the wound, but she was mostly okay. Hissing in pain, the blacksmith helped herself up and suddenly remembered the monster. She snapped her head towards the creature as entered the clearing. Seeing no other option, Edlyn unsheathed her sword and prepared for a fight. The creature prowled for a moment, carefully circling her. The young woman followed its movements, not wanting her back turned to it. Her sword out in front of her and the beast stalking around, it was if they were both waiting for the other to attack. The blacksmith watched as it slowly got closer with every pass. It was preparing to pounce.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 23, 2019 21:25:01 GMT -5
His ploy to distract the creature had worked. Danir watched as his spell hit true, burning the panther and making it stop. It wasn't terribly harmed, but at least the woman would be able to get to safety. The male halted in his own running, watching the wampus as it began to stalk towards him. In one swift movement, he had drawn his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it right for the creature. He wasn't completely sure where all the vital places to hit were, but he knew if he could take out an eye, that'd be something in his favor. Magic might have been a better option, but magic took energy. It was a good idea to save it unless you had to use it, especially hen facing an unknown enemy.
His arrow, however, never got a chance to fly. By the time he felt as if his aim was perfect, the sound of something crashing through the branches could be heard, followed by a rock that landed on top of the wampus's head. He watched in disbelief as the woman shouted at it, trying to get it's attention to her once more. Was she crazy? Did she not see he was trying to help her? Unless she had a plan of her own, Danir couldn't have thought of a worst thing to to. Another curse was let loose as he snapped out of his shock. But by then, the woman and beast were gone again. He could only hope that the others were on there way. Right now he didn't want to waste time to send up another signal. They would have to track him down.
It wasn't easy keeping up with them. The woman had chosen the roughest paths to run through. While it might have offered a chance to slow the creature down, he was sure the woman would have had a more difficult of a time traversing. Even he found the bramble thicket she passed through to be a huge pain and was half tempted to reduce it to ash just to save time. He didn't because that would have just created more problems than he needed. Eventually, he reached the clearing that they had seemed to have stopped in. The woman, he found, was standing by a large stone, sword drawn and ready. The wampus was crouched and ready to attack. Before anyone could move, he fired off an arrow at the beast, not taking the time to aim. The arrow found itself buried in the hind leg of the creature, which earned a snarl of pain.
Edlyn observed the beastly feline closely as it prepared for its next moves. Just as she thought it was going to come ay her, the creature instead turned its head to the side and snarled in pain. An arrow pierced one of its hinde legs. The blacksmith glanced towards the direction it came from, noticing the man from earlier. She gave him a nod of recognition before taking the opportunity to attack the beast. Drawing in a breath, Edlyn cried out and slashed her sword towards the monster. She felt the weapon make contact with one of its six legs and grinned. Of all the mysterious creatures in the forest, she was glad that one didn't need magic to take it down. The young woman backed off some and went closer to the clear's edge. Perhaps it would give her a chance to come up with a strategy. The beast slowly followed, prowling forward.
As it got closer, it snarled skirting the edge of the clearing. Edlyn paused briefly to allow the monster to get closer, then swung her sword, again aiming for the head. Before she could make contact with the panther-looking beast, it moved. She clipped its face and got her sword lodged into a tree trunk. Edlyn tried to pull it out, but was stuck and refused to budge. Sighing, the woman reached for her dagger and dropped her backpack at the base of the tree. She was able to move better without it. The monster let out a low growl and began to stalk forward. I didn't think this through, she thought as she began to back up. Quickly trying to figure out what to do next, an idea popped into her head. She didn't like it, there was a lot of risk involved, but it was something. In a flash, Edlyn dashed past the creature and blindly stabbed at its side. She managed to hit it a few times, though she didn't know exactly where. It roar in pain and swiped at the woman. The creature barely missed. Back turned to the brown-haired man, she began to back away slowly. Of course she had no clue if it would actually do anything, however it was better than wildly running around.
As the young woman moved back, the beast darted forward a few steps. Her plan didn't seem to work. The beast appeared ready to pounce, so Edlyn moved. She ran beside it, trying to get a few more blows in before utterly failing. She misjudged her movements and felt the monster swipe a huge paw towards her. She fell over, withering in pain and grabbing her side. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as she breathed heavily. She could hear the panther-like creature growling and noticed it stalking towards her. Edlyn managed to get herself up right, but her body refused to stand. Gritting her teeth, she was forced back towards the boulder. One hand held the dagger in front of her while the other grasped her side. She glanced at the wound for a moment. It bled and stained her clothing, however it didn't appear serious. Edlyn's attention snapped back to the monster. It contiuned to stalk forward as she moved away. He back eventually hit the stone. She was cornered. The blacksmith tried to get up again, her body refusing to follow. Forced down without other options, the woman prepared for a fight. Holding the dagger in front of her still, the beast was only about a foot away ready to attack further.
(No worries! I made this a little shorter too so Danir could get some blows in.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 25, 2019 18:00:08 GMT -5
(Sorry for the long wait!)
The nod sent his way did not go unnoticed. Whoever this woman was, Danir had to admit she was brave. She had to be a human. Who else would be out here so close to the border? He certainly didn't recognize her. Granted, there were plenty of elves he didn't know in the city, but that didn't change the fact that her features weren't the same as his own race's. Humans weren't prepared to deal with the creatures that called the forest home, yet here she was, brandishing her sword with all the determination she had. It surprised him, but right now wasn't the time to wonder over it.
Danir took an opportunity to shoot three more arrows at the wampus while the woman had it distracted. He timed the arrows with her own blows to the creature in an attempt to reduce its ability to both attack and defend itself. While he was sure that his arrows were doing damage, it wasn’t doing enough. Where were Aradheleth and Erymen? They should have been here by now. Had they seen the signal to begin with? They would have the weapons to handle to best better. All he had was his bow and arrows and the two hunting daggers on his belt. Every arrow that struck the creature, it got closer and closer to striking the woman. With his last arrow, the creature had sent the woman flying to the ground, a red stain blossoming on her shirt. Panic was setting in. There was no time to wait for the others. He had to act now.
Throwing down his bow, he pulled his daggers from his belt, Danir rushed forward. He rushed the beast. Thanks to his training, his steps were silent, which might be why he was able to get so close to the wampus for his first strike. One of the blades sank in between its shoulders. The creature howled in pain and quickly turned to face him. The elf dodged back, bringing the blade with him. Then sprang forward once more. The battle plan was to keep moving. If he didn’t stand still, then maybe the creature would be at a disadvantage, or at the very least give Aradheleth and Erymen more time to get there. So the man switched to a more defensive approach, jumping out of the way of claws and fangs, taunting it with whoops and shouts to keep its attention. There was a brief moment where the male appeared to be having a little fun with the game. This continued for about five minutes, going back and forth from dodging to taking a swing at the creature. Yet he knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. Elves might have good endurance, but even they had their limits, especially when they’ve been up before sunrise walking through the forest. Spinning one of his daggers in his hands, he stopped and decided to take a chance. He tossed it, aiming for the creature’s chest. The dagger wasn’t meant to be thrown, but if you do it right it could be done. He did it right, but the wampus was quicker. It moved out of the way and pounced, barreling into the young elf and pinning him to the ground. Suddenly, the game wasn’t fun anymore as he felt its teeth sinking into his shoulder. A cry of pain tore from him as he desperately tried to pierce the beast’s hide with his remaining dagger.
(No worries! I think this is a bit of a shorter post, so sorry for that.)
Edlyn gritted her teeth, prepared for a fight as she stared at the beast. It didn't come. Instead the feline let out a pained roar and turned to the side. The woman followed its gaze and saw the man. She smiled and gave a slightly nod in thanks. As the strange creature began to go after the odd man, Edlyn tore off one of her sleeves. The somewhat stretchy fabric was a perfect temporary bandage for the woman's side. She quickly tied the makeshift bandage around her waist before attempting to get up once more. The blacksmith briefly watched the man as he fought. His movements and agility made him...unusual. However she was rather impressed. He was most likely a ranger or hunter of some kind, expierced with the dangers of the forest. It would certainly explain his skills at least. As the beast kept its focus on him, the young woman rushed back towards the tree her sword was still stuck in. For a few minutes she tried to work the weapon out of place. Slowly but surely it finally began to move. With a final pull using all her strength, the steel blade finally dislodged itself from the trunk. She gave a triumphant smile and turned back towards the pair. Her side still throbbed, but she ignored the pain. She was mostly relying on adrenaline now. Arrows stuck out from the feline's hide
The man was pinned. With steady movements, Edlyn ran at the beast and stabbed it in the side. She didn't pierce through its ribs, but some were definitely cracked or broken. The monster screeched in pain and turned to swipe at the young woman. She pulled out her sword and staggered back, barely getting away from the strike. She began to back towards the surrounding trees as a plan popped into her head. She kept her eyes trained on the feline and stayed low to the ground. Edlyn threw her sword to the side and paused for a moment, her back nearly against the trees. There was a high chance of death, a risk she wasn't entierly sure about taking. The beast skidded to the side then ran at her. As it got ready to pounce, the blacksmith rolled to the side and collected her sword. The monster smashed into the trees, causing some of the arrows to either break or pierce its flesh further. Edlyn was stunned for a moment while the beast began to thrash around. Wincing once more, she steadied herself up and swung the blade at the beast again. She managed to hit one of its legs before getting back to the man. His shoulder was badly bleeding and he seemed to favor his left side. He probably had some cracked ribs. That wasn't the only thing she noticed. His pointed ears was something of a dead giveaway towards who he was. "An elf?" She breathed in surprise, eyes slightly widened. The situation just got slightly more interesting. She held out her hand to help the elf up, ready to face the creature once more.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 27, 2019 22:14:21 GMT -5
The fun was definitely over. Danir hadn't thought of what would happen if the creature got the better of him. He had just assumed it wouldn’t happen. Reality really did like to pack punch whenever it hit someone, didn’t it? The young elf snarled in pain and desperation as he tried to get the wampus off of him, but the creature was far too big and heavy for him to accomplish this on his own. Had his mind been clear, he could have cast a spell that would dislodge the beast, but magic was a tricky matter. One needed to focus closely on the spells to ensure nothing went wrong. Right now, he doubted he could pull his thoughts together long enough to even conjure up a simple fire spell.
Then all of the sudden, the beast let go of him. He gasped as the pain decreased, not much but enough to let him catch his breath. Rolling over, he used his uninjured arm to prop himself up on the ground just enough to see what was going on. He caught sight of the beast crashing into the tree and the woman picking herself up off the ground herself. For the moment, the beast was stunned, but he knew it wouldn’t stay that way. Now he was panicking. He was not fit to fight. Sure, he could use magic, but that would drain his energy faster than fighting with weapons. If push came to shove, he would do it, though.
As the woman approached him, Danir pushed himself slowly to a sitting position, groaning softly despite his efforts not to. It hurt to move, signaling the signs of bruised, if not cracked or broken, ribs. He heard the quite comment she breathed, all but confirming that she herself was but a human. No elf would have reacted that way towards another elf. They hardly seemed surprised to find anything. They more saw finding a human or another elf as a slight annoyance or mildly pleasant, depending on the situation. Turning his eyes up to meet hers, he flashed her a small grin. “That could have gone better,” he commented, taking her offered hand and regaining his feet. It was an unpleasant task, but one he managed. He swayed a little, but he stayed upright as he pressed his good hand to try to stop the bleeding of his shoulder. About the same time, an angry growl pierced the air. The wampus had also righting itself and was once more limping towards them.
Or, that had been its intentions. The panther like creature didn’t make it two steps before it became entangled in vines that suddenly, out of nowhere, sprouted from the ground. The plants wrapped themselves around the beast, acting as ropes. Struggling against it wasn’t helping it either. If anything, it only made it worse. Danir could have sank back into the leaf-covered ground in relief if he wasn’t still expecting the creature to break free; Aradheleth and Erymen had finally arrived. Or, at the very least, Aradheleth had. The woman had an affinity for using plant-based magic.
The elf began to slowly sit himself up, clearly in pain. Her honey-brown eyes met his green and she returned the man's grin with a smile of her own. "Perhaps, but fighting any wild animal, six-legged or not, is a challenge." The blacksmith paused as she helped him to his feet. The young woman helped steady the man as he groaned in pain. As he pressed his bleeding wound, Edlyn moved strands of hair away from her face. In the heat of the moment they had come loose from her once near ponytail. The brief rest didn't last long as the beast growled again. The woman dashed in front of the elf and held out her sword, ready for another fight. The two of them were outmatched in power, both wounded and bloodied. It would be a losing battle. Gritting her teeth, the blacksmith tensed with anticipation as her eyes hardened with determination. Before the creature could launch its next attack, vines sparing from the ground and quickly entangled the monster. Edlyn blinked in surprise, though still held her battle stance.
When it became clear the feline wouldn't be able to escape, the young woman relaxed some. The more it struggled, the tighter the vines seemed to become. They appeared to be magical, but from what? The nature of the forest or perhaps another elf? The blacksmith looked around curiously, trying to see if she could spot anyone. She scoffed and shook her head. She wasn't trained in the way of a woodsman. She wouldn't be able to spot anyone who had mastered the way of the forest and was at quite the disadvantage. Letting out a long sigh, Edlyn momentarily left the man to collect her backpack. As she past the creature, it tried to snap at her, but was able to move. The blacksmith grinned at the beast. "Not so tough now, are you," she taunted. She stood for a moment then hung her head and blushed slightly. As she walked past the captured feline, the grumbled, "I just taunted an animal. Lovely."
Edlyn forced the blush down and quickly collected her bag. Her side still throbbed, but the bleeding lessened. She would be able to care for it properly whenever she got back to her house. With her things back in her poession, the young woman headed back towards the elf. As she approched him, the weight of the situation dawned on her. She was speaking with an elf! She saved an elf! But the elf also saved her. He spoke to her without any hint of ill-intent. In fact he seemed fine and even friendly. Perhaps it was all a cover, a face to get her to trust him. However Edlyn doubted that was the case. Why help her if he wanted her to be harmed or even killed? Especially since he got hurt himself. The young woman pushed the thoughts away and glanced back towards the man.
As she stared at him a moment, she could feel a tug at her legs. Edlyn looked down and saw vines growing upward. In a panic, she struggled and felt them tighten some. She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. As she relaxed the vines stopped tightening. They still grew, however quickly worming their way to her stomach. Her sword had been sheathed back and was stuck in the vines. That left her with the dagger. Working swiftly, Edlyn began to cut at the vines, which only seem to make them grow quicker. She groaned in annoyance and scanned the treeline, still finding no one. "Whoever is doing this, please stop!" She yelled into the forest, hearing her voice echoing. Perhaps there was no one out there and she just looked crazy to the creature and the elf. Or perhaps she was being perfectly reasonable. Edlyn wasn't entirely sure, though she hoped the vines would stop growing. By that point, they were entangling her arms and holding her down.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 30, 2019 19:22:35 GMT -5
It was that moment Danir decided he liked this woman. She had a sense of humor on her, one that matched his own in a situation such as this. Both had a right to be scared witless, especially her. For him, he grew up, and was still growing up, with these types of creatures. He knew how to handle them, even if it was more so in theory than practice. There were worse creatures than a wampus lurking about in the forest he called home in which he hardly blinked an eye at. Yet the humans had little to no interactions with such beasts. The woman had every right to be terrified, however she had stood her ground, suffered injuries, and yet still stood to share a light-hearted conversation with him in the midst of the fight. That, he respected.
With the danger subsided, Danir allowed himself to lean back against a nearby tree, clutching his wounded shoulder and trying to keep himself upright. Already, the majority of the right side of his tunic was soaked through. He was only slightly worried, though. While neither of them were true healers, he trusted that Aradheleth and Erymen could patch him up enough to get back home. They hadn't even made themselves known yet, but he knew they were close. They had to be in order to cast the spell. Chances were they were waiting to make sure the threat was completely subdued before entering the clearing. For a brief moment, he let his eyes fall closed as he listened to the human walk about to retrieve her weapons. He muttered taunt to the beast almost brought out a chuckle, but he didn’t want it to seem like he was laughing at her. When he had taken a few breaths to steady himself, he opened them once more only to find that the woman too was being covered in vines. “Oh no,” he muttered and stumbled forward toward her. “Stop! She’s harmless!” he shouted in Elvish. His eyes scanned the forest, trying to pinpoint where his companions were.
From his right, Aradheleth stepped out of the thicket, her expression hard to read as ever. She didn’t seem to pay him any attention as she stepped ever so confidently towards the wampus. The feline was still thrashing about, struggling to escape. It turned its gaze towards the approaching elf and let loose an angry snarl. That was about all it could do, or would ever do again. For Aradheleth ended its life with one fluid motion of the blade she carried upon her hip. The growls and snarls died away, the creature slumping to the ground. Only then did she turn to face Danir and the woman. “What part of don’t do anything stupid don’t you understand?” she asked the boy, speaking their native language instead of the common language spoken by the humans. When Danir had done it, it was meant to get her attention. However, when Ardheleth done so, it was out of spite. She didn’t think the human woman was important enough to even bother speaking in a language she would understand as well.
“The creature was going to harm the woman,” Danir replied in kind. He was already in enough trouble in the older elf’s mind as it was. Why make it worse by trying to be considerate to the human? “I thought that was what we were trying to avoid?” “And we told you to not get involved,” Aradheleth responded. At the same time, Erymen entered the clearing.
The fair elf took in the situation in a silent glance. “We need to get going,” he spoke, using Elvish along with the rest of them. “There’s no time to stay and harvest anything from the body. We’ll just have to leave it.” He cast a sidelong look towards the human. “What do we do with this one?”
“Leave her be,” Danir said, stepping closer to them. “She saved my life. She helped to fend the creature off until you arrived. She should be allowed to go home.”
The older elves contemplated this information briefly, both seeming to reach the same conclusion at the same time. “Come, we’re leaving. I’ll let her go when we’re a good distance away,” Aradheleth stated. She turned and began to leave the way she appeared. Erymen waited and let Danir go next, as if to be sure the younger elf wouldn’t try and hang around the area. He had already disobeyed them in a sense once today, and he wasn’t going to risk sticking around when there was a human involved as well. Friend or not, the hunting pair cared nothing about thanking or making sure the human was okay. They had taken care of the danger, and they were not obligated to do anything more. So, limping as fast as he could, Danir joined his companions on the journey back to their own. Only when they were a good distance away did Aradheleth end the spell on both the woman and the wampus. The vines released their hold and returned to the ground where they sprouted.
Edlyn gazed at the elf as he began to yell into the forest. By his reaction and frantic voice, it appeared he was trying to warn whoever that was out there about something. Maybe it was the blacksmith's current situation or perhaps it was about the creature. She didn't know. As the woman watched the elf, something caught her attention. An elven woman stepped out from the woods and headed straight for the feline. Edlyn watched the woman with interest, though she didn't seem to pay her any mind. The elf pulled out her weapon and eyed the beast for a moment. Emotionlessly she slayed the monster then turned to Edlyn and the elf. She was silent for a moment, her focus fixed on the man. The elf began to address him in their native tongue. Like most people, the blacksmith couldn't understand what they were saying. The pair of elves spoke amongst themselves for a moment and it appeared the man was getting chewed out. As this was happening, a third elf came into view. The group began to speak amongst themselves. Occasionally the older-looking elves would glance back at Edlyn. She swallowed hard, beginning to get nervous. After a few moment, the group began to melt into the forest.
Edlyn began to panic slightly as they left. She was still for a moment, hoping one of them would come back to release her. No one came. As she began to shift around, the vines tightened in her struggles. "Hey, you can't just leave me here!" None of the elves came back, assuming they even heard her. The young woman huffed and managed to get to her knees. She glanced around. They were truly gone. Her hands were bound by the vines and her weapons were pressed against her body. With few options left, an idea popped into her head. It wasn't a very good one. Grumbling, Edlyn leaned forward and tried to rip apart the vines with her teeth. Almost instantly bitter juices filled her mouth. She let go of the plants and began to spit around, hoping the vines weren't poisonous. After a few minutes the vines finally began to go limp and recede back into the earth. Edlyn immediately dashed away from the plants towards the other side of the clearing. Her heart thundered in her chest as she scanned the area.
She was alone once more, her only companion the monster. She cautiously walked up to the body. She knew the creature was dead, though it still made her uncomfortable. After building up the courage, Edlyn wandered towards the body and glanced over it curiously. She pulled out her sword and poked the beast. It remained stiff. She was no scholar by any means, however she was interested in examining the feline. It was huge, bigger than other big cats she'd read about. It's fur was a lustrous black and the six legs set it apart from the creatures she was used to. After a few minutes, Edlyn left the creature and tried to figure a way out. Unfortunately, the blacksmith had no idea where she was. She took out her map and glanced it over, but it did nothing to help.
Seeing no other option, the young woman glanced towards one of the large trees and decided to climb it. She put her sword and backpack down, only keeping her dagger on her as she began to climb. Her side throbbed painfully, causing her to wince. Gritting her teeth, she pushed through it slowly ascended the tree. Edlyn didn't know how long it took, but she eventually reached a good vantage point. The young woman scanned the area, trying to find where the forest thinned out. There was a thick forest for miles. She would have to get higher to find where to leave, but it seemed she didn't have the time. Evening would be close. She had to hurry. With few other options, Edlyn glanced up towards the sun. It was diffcult to judge where it exactly it was, but she had a rough estimate. Carefully she climed down from the tree and got back to the ground without a scratch. Edlyn picked up her sword and backpack, heading straight ahead. She hoped she wouldn't get lost further as she began her journey.
The blacksmith wandered into the wood, her hand hovering near the hilt of her sword as she had done before. She kept her senses alert for other creatures around and even elves that could be in hiding. Of course she would have no way of knowing if there was anyone watching, however she didn't want to let her guard down. The brown-haired elf who saved her tail had seemed kinda even friendly. He wasn't at all like the legends and tales said his people were. Edlyn knew people exaggerated things, it's how it always was. It was likely the same with the elves, though they had their magic. Then of course there was the war... The blacksmith shook her head. There would be more time to think about the events of the day when she got home. The faint, misty glow still hung in the air. It was almost comforting, but it also helped make the woods seem more eerie than they already were. Edlyn ignored the atmosphere. She was still on edge after the thing with the monstrous feline and thinking about what else could be out there would only make things worse. Clearing her head, the young woman just focused on getting back to her house.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 31, 2019 16:49:02 GMT -5
For ten minutes the group of elves pushed through the tangle of undergrowth, heading towards the heart of the forest once more. As they went, Danir tried to gauge how badly he was injured. Every step set his chest jarring painfully. He tried to move his right arm and shoulder, which turned out to be a terrible idea. He took a sharp inhale of breath, holding it to keep himself from crying out in pain. Yeah, his shoulder was messed up. Whether by being dislocated or having something important bitten into, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was not moving it any time soon. Then there was still the fact that he was bleeding. The amount of blood he had lost wasn’t worrying at the moment, but the world around him was starting to sway. A headache was forming, and a sense of nausea rose in his stomach from the unsteadiness of his vision. His steps were less graceful, falling loudly onto the leaf covered ground, and he nearly tripped on a couple of occasions. Aradheleth must have grown tired on his condition quickly, for after ten minutes, she stopped.
“At this rate, it’ll take days to return home,” she muttered, turning on the boy. “I think it’s best to leave you here.”
Danir’s eyes widen at the sudden decision. “What?” he asked. “Leave me here? Why? Can’t you heal me enough to stop the bleeding? I’ll be fine after a small rest, I promise.”
“Are you sure that’s wise, Aradheleth?” Erymen asked, coming to a stop behind Danir. “This close to the human territory could be trouble. He’s inexperienced and unable to fend for himself. What if that woman brings others to where the wampus lays?”
“He should have thought about that before undermining our orders,” the female elf responded. “Our task was to kill the creature and return home as quickly as possible to report to the Council. He wasn’t even supposed to be here. I will not risk my reputation because some whelp wanted to play hero. He stays here. When we get home, we’ll send one of his brothers out to collect him. He should be fine until then.”
Danir stared at her in bewilderment. She was just going to leave him here? For trying to help? What would have happened had he let the woman be attacked? Wouldn’t that have caused more problems? Wasn’t that what they had been trying to avoid by coming out here? “But that’ll take days,” he pointed out.
“You have your rations and your magic. You’ll be fine,” was her response. “We have to get going. The Council set a time frame for this mission, and they do not like being kept waiting.”
Erymen was silent for a moment. While he didn’t approve of Danir’s actions any more than Aradheleth did, but he at least could admit that the young elf had helped locate and distract the beast long enough for his companion to finish it. So this descion seemed a little much. Then again, Aradheleth had always been rash whenever she was mad. “At least let me bandage the wounds before we leave. You can go on if you want. I’ll catch up to you.”
The woman huffed. “Very well,” she replied. And with that, she continued on her way.
Erymen, however, helped Danir to the ground so the boy wouldn’t have to stand. “You don’t have to stay put,” he told him as he worked. “Rest a bit, get something to eat, and try to follow. I’ll try an mark the path we take so you won’t get lost. If not, I’ll bring your brothers this way as soon as the business is done.”
“Thank you,” Danir said, even though he wanted to try and convince the older male that he could still travel. He wasn’t one to get scared over stuff, but this close to the human border and injured as he was, he would have been lying had he said he wasn’t a little freaked out. What would he do if someone else stumbled upon him? What if there was more than one wampus? That was a thought he didn’t want to linger on.
Erymen nodded and quickly finished up bandaging his shoulder. Once done, he took out some of the rations from his own pack to give to the boy. He would be needing them more since he would be out here longer. Then, with that taken cared of, he promised the boy to hurry the trip home and send help as soon as he could. Soon enough, he had disappeared too, leaving Danir in the silence of the forest.
The young woman didn't know how long she had been wandering for, only that she was hopelessly lost. It felt like it had been hours, though she couldn't be sure. The sun didn't give the best sense of time as it was straight over head. It was diffcult to tell which way it was going. Edlyn hoped she would come across places she recognized. She didn't. Instead the blacksmith was blindly wandering around, her attempts to leave the forest going nowhere. She also had to deal with the realization that it would be dark before she would escape the misty woods. Edlyn wasn't sure if she'd survive the night. She had gone through the forest plenty of times before, though never stayed after dusk. Today might just be that day and she was dreading it.
More time past. Edlyn could only tell because the forest seemed to get darker. She would have to climb another tree to check the sun's progress. It would at least tell her which direction to go in. The blacksmith repeated the process from before. She put down her bag and secured her sword beside it. She prepared to climb the tree, but paused. There was a noise somewhere in front of her that captured Edlyn's attention. She tensed for a moment and drew in a sharp breath. She had no idea what else the forest held for her and knew if there were any other creatures like the feline, she would be dead. The blacksmith gathered back her things and pulled out her sword. She held it tightly, staring at the path ahead of her, brown eyes full of determination. Whatever happened would happen, she would just have to strike first. Edlyn rushed forward blindly, sword at the ready to strike whatever waited beyond the undergrowth. She gracefully leapt over a bush to face whatever was on the other side. The blade began to swing forward to hut the target before her only to immediately stop. It bounced around awkwardly, but missed the figure. She almost killed somebody. As she gazed at the person sheepishly, it appeared he wasn't just any somebody.
"Wait a moment...it's you! It's you uh...elf man." Edlyn sighed and hung her head for a moment, slightly embarrassed. Unfortunately elf man was the best she could come up with because she didn't know his name. After a moment, she looked back towards him. He was alone, or at least it seemed that way. The young woman eyed the surroundings suspiciously. He had helped her with the beast, but that didn't mean a trap wasn't being set for her. She stepped closer and gazed at the green-eyed elf. "How come I see you twice in one day but I can't find my way out of here? Also where are your companions?"
She didn't give the elf time to reply as she took another glance around, sword held tightly by her waist. She was half expecting one of his companions to pop out or do some sort of magic. The blacksmith looked towards her feet for a moment. She didn't want a repeat of earlier, though it didn't appear to be that way. She let herself relax some before sheathing her sword. Perhaps that was a mistake. Perhaps the eleves would attack now that she was mostly defenseless. It's what everyone said they did. And yet she didn't care. They had magic and she didn't. Whatever happened would happen, she would just need to be ready. The blacksmith turned back to the elf curiously. She had a lot to ask and hoped he had answers.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 31, 2019 20:55:46 GMT -5
There was nothing for him to do. In the growing evening, Danir sat at the base of the tree, watching the sunlight as it cast the bluish hue among the forest. Signs of life were all around him. Birds were singing, cicadas and frogs competed with each other for being the loudest. Squirrels and other small creatures rustled the leaves about him, but nothing seemed to draw to close to where he was sitting. That was normal, but it only made him feel worse about the situation.
Danir was the kind of person who grew up in a closely knitted community. He had a large family, and no matter where he went, there were many people around. He enjoyed that feeling of togetherness, of being close to people. As much as he loved escaping into the woods and hunting from time to time, he never stayed out on his own for very long. A day or two at most, but that was it. Now, with Aradheleth and Erymen completely gone, he felt alone. Sure, he shouldn’t be feeling it so soon, after all he was used to hunting on his own. However, it might have been the fact that he hadn’t chosen to stay alone that made it worse. He hadn’t wanted to stay behind, but rather was forced to. It was also then that he realized that he only had one dagger still on him. His bow had been dropped to the ground and one dagger was possibly still in the wampus’s shoulder. Great. Absolutely great. Not only was he lonely, he was defenseless. The young man took a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. He was just in pain, that was it. The only reason he was feeling so down and out was that he was injured with nothing to ease the pain. Of course, he could try to cast a basic healing spell, but it would take a lot of his energy. If he planned on trying to follow his companions’ trail, he would need all the energy he could get.
Carefully, he shifted into a more comfortable position and tried to push aside the despair that was settling around him. That would do nothing to help him in the end. Instead, he would take Erymen’s advice. He would eat and rest before trying to make his way home. It would be better than sitting here, jumping at every sound. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. The elf stayed like that for a good while, listening to the sounds of nature and trying to ignore his pain. After a while, he shifted again, drawing his legs up and turning to try and prop up his injured arm. It was getting harder to do, however. The wound was beginning to ache, more so than when he had acquired it. The air was also becoming more muggy and hot around him. At first he thought it was due to the setting sun, but when he reached up to brush away some sweat from his face, he felt his skin was warmer than normal. Lovely. It wasn’t surprising really. The wound hadn’t been cleaned properly, and cat bites had a tendency to get infected more then anything. So why wouldn’t the bite cause a fever? Had there been anything in his pack that could help ease it? Even though they had magic, they still carried around a small medical kit for cases where they were too spent to cast spells. He should have looked earlier.
Reaching over, he pulled his pack to him, opening it to dig around in the contents. It was his luck that the kit was buried in the very bottom of the bag. Sighing, he started to dig out his stuff as best as he could with one hand, not bothering to keep an ear out for everything around him nor bothering to be quiet. If he was to be found, there was nothing he could do about it. Which was probably why when something jumped out of the bushes in front of him, he nearly jumped out of his skin. The man noticed the blade first, ducking as best as he could out of its way. It missed, thankfully. When he looked up at his attacker, mainly to plea for mercy (no, he was not above doing so, especially in this situation), he saw a familiar face.
“Yeah, me,” Danir echoed in his own language, heart racing from the scare. Only after he spoke did he realize what he did. Currently, it was easier for his brain to process and use a language that he was most fluent in rather than translating it into the common language. As he calmed down, he was able to do the language gymnastics to carry on a conversation with the woman. “It’s you,” he commented in turn. It was all he managed to say before she continued talking, scanning the area and ground beneath her cautiously.
“Don’t worry, you’re not going to get trapped again,” he assured her. “I’m sorry about that, by the way. It wasn’t my doing. My companions are heading back to our city. Apparently, I’m too slow at the moment and got left here. You can put the sword away if you like. I doubt I have the ability to do anything to you right now.”
He spoke in his elvish language, which the woman didn't understand of course. Very few humans did, and those tended to be the scholarly types. She waited for a few moments as he got his head straight. When he did, the elf simply echoed her words. While distracted, she only gave a simple nod of acknowledgement to his words. When she turned back to him, she responded.
"That's good to know. I thought I was going to be stuck there a while. That wasn't the case, thankfully." She paused a moment as she out her sword back in its sheath. Edlyn decided to trust the elf's words. At worst he was lying and she'd be captured. There were worse things to happen. "I can see that," she gestered to his bandages. "I'm sure the worst you could do is bite my ankles." She shot him a smile at the comment, hoping it'd lighten the mood some.
Edlyn let herself relax. She stuided the man for a moment and noticed what appeared to be a medical kit sprawled out beside him. She glanced at his face and saw it was pale. He appeared a bit clammy. Whatever that meant. Her mother had used that term whenever she was feverish during her childhood. Thinking about her parents left a pit in Edlyn's stomach. She missed them. Being hiplessly lost in the forest and facing the beast made her feel a little homesick. The blacksmith forced the feeling down. She had no time for that, not when she was still alive, still had a chance to escape the woodland maze.
Edlyn paced around for a moment, studying the trees. She was trying to find the tallest one to climb up. After a few minutes of careful selection, she found the what she believed to be the tallest. Like she had done earlier, she out her sword and bag down only taking her dagger. She glanced at the elf briefly.
"I'll be right back." Once more she didn't give him a chance to reply as she made her way up the oak. She winced in pain as she stretched. Her side throbbed, but she forced herself through it. Carefully she made her way up the tree. A childhood of adventure and exploration made it a useful skill to have. She gracefully moved up the trunk and eventually made it to the top. Edlyn steadied herself as she peeked through the canopy of the oak. A warm burst of yellow light greeted her. It was a lot more comforting than the almost blueish air in the forest. The sun was beginning to go down, which told her exactly where she needed to go. Her home laid in the west, even if she couldn't see the vast stretch of empty land she knew it was ahead. A triumphant smile spread across her face as she gazed west. She stayed in the tree top briefly before descending down. Everything went smoothly as she headed towards the ground. For the time being at least. When she was a few feet off the ground, she felt her foot slip from the branch and she began to fall. With a resounding thud, she hit the earth within moments of her slip.
"Ow," came her dry remark. She laid on the ground for a while, not wanting to get up for multiple reasons. Embarrssment and pain were just two of them. As she began to right herself, nothing felt broken. The fall wasn't that high, so it was unlikely she had broken or spranged anything. She quickly checked around to confirm her initial thought just in case. Determining she was perfectly find for someone who just fell out a tree, the blacksmith slowly got herself back to her feet. She was an even worse mess than before. Her ponytail was mostly lose with twigs and leaves tangled in it. Her side was a bloody mess and her face was sweaty and scratched with dirt in a few places. On the bright side, she was alive. Getting her bearings back and now with a sense of where to go, she was ready to get back to her house. However something was holding her back. The elf. She wouldn't leave him, she couldn't leave him after he helped her. By the look of his current state, she wasn't sure if he'd survive until his companions got back. Edlyn picked up her things, then turned to the man.
"Your companions left you here, right? How long will they take, elf man?" She grumbled at the name for a moment and added, "Frankly I don't want to keep referring to you 'elf man' so is there anything better I can call you?"
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 2, 2019 15:31:42 GMT -5
“I don’t even think I could bite your ankles,” Danir replied, chuckling lightly. “I value my teeth inside my mouth, thank you very much. I don’t want you to kick them out.” He would rather not suffer any more injuries for one day. With the sword no longer pointing in his direction, he found a small bundle oiled paper and started to open it. Inside was supply of dried leaves. Normally, these leaves would be brewed into a tea of sorts. However, he didn’t have anything to boil any water in. Aradheleth had all of the camping gear, and she hadn’t thought it necessary to leave him with anything he hadn’t packed for himself. Sadly, that only included his cloak, a blanket, and regular utensils such as plate, cup, and a fork/spoon thing. Ardheleth carried all of the extra supplies for the camp. Tents were rarely used unless the weather appeared to be bad before heading out of the city. Otherwise, they just made shelter wherever they could find/craft it.
While the woman looked about at the trees, Danir put a couple of the leaves into his mouth. Then he chewed the bitter leaves, making sure that was all he did. The leaves themselves weren’t dangerous to eat, but he wasn’t interested in actually eating them. He only wanted to get the properties of them that would help the fever. The pulp would be spat out to the ground as soon as he was done, but that wouldn’t be for a few minutes at the most. While he did this, he watched the woman as she set to climbing a tree. It wasn’t strange. If anything, it was impressive that she was doing it even though she had been injured as well. It wasn’t long before she was climbing back down. All was well until she reached the last few branches. There, her feet slipped out from under her. Danir flinched at her impact with the ground. He had many a times experienced the same feeling. “Are you alright?” he asked. Sure, she had only fallen a couple of feet, but that still was enough to knock the wind out of a person or crack a bone if they weren’t careful. Not to mention, the wound on her side could have been made worse.
The woman must have been fine enough, for she got to her feet once more. She looked about how he felt: bloody, tired, and overall a mess. At her questions, his lips tugged upward in a smile. “My name is Danir Taleth, but Danir will be fine,” the young elf answered her, figuring an introduction was well needed at the moment. Briefly, he turned his head and spat out the leaves that had thoroughly been chewed to a pulp, freeing him of the bitter substance. “Yes, my companions left me here. It takes two days to reach our city. Two days there, and two days back with whoever they send to come find me. I was hoping to try and follow them, but I haven’t gathered the motivation to actually get up and move yet.”
Edlyn softly laughed. "Well you're not wrong there. I've been told I have quite the kick." The young woman smiled briefly, remembering various fights she had gotten herself into during her youth. How her parents kept up with her, she'll never know. At least people didn't mess with her after that.
As she got her bearings back after the fall, the woman let out a long sigh. "Yeah I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Her tone was flat and she could feel a slight blush form on her face. Now her side and upper back were both throbbing in pain. A warm bath would certainly ease the injuries. She watched the elf, as he introduced himself. She offered a nod as he spoke. "Well it's nice to meet you, Danir. The name's Edlyn Smith. Just call me Edlyn. Not sure if this would be common knowledge to you, but if you couldn't tell by my last name I'm a...simple blacksmith." She was more than a simple blacksmith. She was the daughter of a knight and blacksmith to the rulers. But he didn't need to know that.
The woman watched as he spat something out to the side. She wrinkled her nose in slight disgust, but didn't say anything. He turned his attention back towards Edlyn and answered her questions. She listened with interested and nodded. His companions were going to be a while and he was alone. The blacksmith hesitated for a moment as an idea popped into her head. It was a dangerous one, but she didn't want to leave the defenseless man. "Look if they're going to be a few days, I just can't leave you here. You don't look too good and I'm not sure if you can survive on your own for four days. Motivated or not." She paused for a moment. Am I really about to do this? The question stuck out in her head and made her uncomfortable.
"My home is only a few hours away from here. I can take you there until you're better. I can also stay with you here or even bring you closer to your city. I don't have anywhere to be for a while and it's the least I can do after all that trouble." Edlyn paused for a moment, waiting for Danir to reply. If he didn't want her help, at least she'd know she tried.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 2, 2019 18:36:20 GMT -5
"A smith, huh? That explains some things," Danir mused. Blacksmiths, even in the elves, held a certain position in the social structure. Even the elves, with all their magic, still liked to do a lot of things the old fashioned, manual way. So the smiths of his city were skilled and intimidating, and ones that commanded any situation their in. If there's an argument between people, a smith can usually come in and break it up in that way they do. If there's trouble, usually a smith will be one of the people in the front line making sure that, if there's a fight to be had, things are taken care of. If this woman was a blacksmith, it explained why she hadn't ran for safety, but rather stayed and helped him fight the wampus. Now, whether or not she was actually like the general blacksmiths he had known and fit the stereotypes that came with the occupation, that was for her to confirm or deny. It did, however, fill in some pieces of the puzzle that was the woman before him.
As she commented on his current state, he had to tilt his head in acknowledgement. She was right, of course. He might have been able to travel a bit today if he pulled himself off the forest floor, but what of tomorrow? Already, he could feel the grip of exhaustion tugging at him. That exhaustion that refused to let you get up once you gave into it. Even if he was able to shake the fever, without his bow, he wouldn't be able to hunt well. In fact, without the use of his right arm, he wouldn't be able to hunt any kind of way. Snares, maybe, but then there was the issue of trying to skin and cook the game he might be able to catch. Survival was possible for him, but it wouldn't be a pleasant experience, that was for sure.
When she offered her own home as a refuge, his eyes widened in surprise. Now, granted, he had been hoping the woman, Edlyn, would help him. If nothing else to help make sure his wound was clean and to help stop the fever before it got too bad. But that was it. He was an elf, after all. Even if he had helped to save her, she had immediately returned the favor by saving him. She owed him nothing. Yet here she was, offering to take him to her home for him to recover, or at the very least stay here with him. Last time he checked, elves were still killed on sight if they were found on human lands. If he was found in her home, not only would he be killed, but so would she. If not killed, than she would be arrested or something. The same for if anyone were to come looking for her and find her here aiding him. “Are you sure that’s something you wish to do?” he asked.
"Yup," the woman answered chipperly. "What was that thing by the way? That uh, six-legged cat-looking animal. As you probably already know we don't have anything like that outside the forest. Or at least creatures like that are rarely seen." Growing up with a knight for a mother in the castle, reports of strange animals would come in from time to time. Edlyn could remeber the few times her mother would go out to fight such beasts and the heroic tales she'd bring back. Her sister, after becoming a knight herself, followed in monster slaying adventures. They would probably had loved to fight the six-legged beast. They would also probably have dealt with it quicker.
Danir's slight nod told the blacksmith she was at least mostly right. He truly wasn't looking that well and without proper treatment, his wounds would soon become infected. Edlyn was no expert on medicine, that was her brother's expertise. However she knew enough that she could at least dress their wounds. As they spoke, the forest seemed to get darker. It would be night soon enough. And if creatures like that feline were out during the day, she didn't want to discover what kind of things prowled in the darkness.
Although she didn't let it show, the woman was a bit nervous at the thought of bringing him to her home. If she were caught with Danir, it would likely mean death for her and the elf as well. She lived alone and few people ever came to visit. But the chance of getting caught was still there. People in her small town were also nosey. If they had seen someone by her home, assuming they were watching, they would probably ask questions. There was only so much she could tell them before they got overly suspicious. Was she really willing to risk her life for some elf she met that day?
Yes. She was always taught to help people, no matter what, growing up. An elf was no different...well it was no different to her, especially because he did help with the feline. She couldn't- wouldn't -leave him to stay out alone in the woods with no way to defend himself. It wasn't right. Edlyn stared him straight in the eyes. Her expression was almost unreadable, then she smiled. "Yes, I'm helping you. Now what do you want to do? We don't have much time before nightfall, so we better hurry if you want to go back to my place." Edlyn paused for a moment and offered her hand to help up Danir again. She wasn't sure how well he would be able to walk. If it came to it, she could create some type of sling to drag him around in. Or perhaps carry him. She was probably strong enough for that, though she didn't know how her side and back would fare.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 3, 2019 17:01:12 GMT -5
“As I would imagine. Most of these creatures wandering about normally don’t like to hang around the edge of the forest too much,” Danir commented. “The thing we faced is what’s known as a wampus. I know, it’s a strange name, but it was a strange animal. I’m told that it has the ability to take the shape of a woman, but I’ve never heard of anyone ever seeing it happen to confirm it. Mostly, they’re just huge cats that are a whole lot meaner.”
Well, it look like she wasn’t changing her mind. Edlyn seemed that she was dead set on helping him out, and there was nothing, literally, that he could do about that. However, he still had a dilemma. He had no idea who exactly would be sent to fetch him, nor how long it would take for the to reach his location. Four days was a safe bet, but if his brothers came for him, then they might be traveling faster. Then there was the issue of which brother would be sent to retrieve him. If he knew when they would be here, he could chance it. He could leave her house or tell her to hide when he expected them to be in the area. He didn’t really know what might happen if they caught the human with him. If Baltore or Lorin found them, then he wouldn’t have to worry. However, if it one or both of the Twins, then things would get ugly. At the same time, he had to think of what would be better for both of them. They were both injured and needed medical care. Staying here in the forest wouldn’t help them at all, especially since his medicine supply was limited at best.
With a sigh, he made his decision. “If you don’t live far away, then I think it’d be best in the long run to head there,” Danir said. “We might want to get going now while I have the strength to do so.” And with that, he began to set his pack to rights, making sure that everything he had was back in its place before closing it. Then he glanced up at the woman once more. “Mind helping me to my feet?”
The blacksmith nodded in interest. "Wampus," the woman repeated the word. It was odd and the description of the beast was odder. In a weird way, however, it made sense. The magical creatures of the world always had some quirk that set them apart from normal animals. It seemed logical they would have strange names to go with their unusual features.
Edlyn glanced at the man curiously for a moment. It appeared he was trying to think things over in his head. It made sense, she wasn't the only one at risk. For all he knew she was lying about wanting to help. She could've been some freak who wanted to study elves. Or perhaps she was some kind of cannibal looking for a meal. He didn't know. The blacksmith bit her lip and pushed the thoughts away before she accidently said one of those things out loud. She didn't want to make him more uneasy than he probably already was. Edlyn gripped her backpack lightly as she waited for the man's reply. He didn't appear completely satisfied with his decisions as he replied. The young woman could hardly blame him, this was an unusual situation. She hoped she wasn't being too pushy with her words. The choice had to be his.
Danir began to pack up his things and was soon ready to go. A slight smile rugged at her lips as she held at her hand. "Of course not," she said simply. As he got up, Edlyn took another look around. The ever growing shadows of the forest made her uncomfortable. The sooner she could leave, the better. Edlyn turned towards the west. Towards home. Things were going to be fine.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 4, 2019 10:05:17 GMT -5
Taking her hand, Danir prepared himself for the effort to stand. His sides hated him for it. Groaning, he didn’t even try to keep his pain to himself. He had sat and allowed his muscles to stiffen, so not only did his cracked ribs shift painfully, his other bruises and scrapes were made worse. It was going to be a while before the soreness was worked out. Wonderful. On his feet, he took a moment to get his balance before nodding thanks to Edlyn. “I think I’m good,” he muttered, not sounding too confident, but it would have to do. Carefully, and releasing more groans as he did, he leaned down and picked up his bag. The man settled it over his shoulders before gripping his injured arm close to his body, trying to support it and ease some of the discomfort.
“How long did you say your home is exactly?” Danir asked. She had said a couple of hours, but he wanted to know how long a journey they were looking at. If it wouldn’t be long, then they would have nothing to worry about. However, if it wouldn’t make it by night fall, they would need to think about finding areas to make camp.
(Eh, sorry it's so short. >.> I had some writer's block at the moment.)
The elf didn't seem like he was in the best condition. As he stood up, his pain was made clear. As he groaned and winced, Edlyn remained close in case he fell. Danir quickly collected his things- as quickly someone in his condition could -and asked about the travel time. Edlyn wasn't entirely sure. However, she had a good sense of the direction to her home, so she could give a good enough estimate.
"Home's only an hour to two away. More likely and hour and half probably. We'll get there just as the sun's going down or at least around that time. Basically we won't be stuck out here." She was sure that was an accurate estimate. She was also sure that neither of them wanted to stat out past dark. The woods became a different place at night.
(No worries, mine was a bit shorter too. Writer's block is the worst. With that in mind, should we go ahead and do a timeskip? Probably when they arrive at the house. I can also edit my post to add that if you'd like.)
By the time they reached the edge of the forest, night had fallen upon the land. The nearly full moon gleamed above, offering a little bit of light to the human. Edlyn was grateful for that. The land was mostly flat with a few rocks, trees, and small hills dotting the area. In the distance slightly illuminated by the silvery moonlight was the blacksmith's home. Her house was rather small, though there would be enough space for the both of them to do their own thing. It was a bit eerie in the darkness, but was oddly comforting. The blacksmith couldn't help but smile. She contiuned to lead the way to the simple house, occasionally looking around the area. Few would be out at that time of night and Edlyn lived far from anyone else. However she was still cautious. Towards the north in the far distance, little lights could just barely be seen. It was the small town of Willow Creek. Residents would either be at the tavern after a long day of work.
Silently, Edlyn led the rest of the way to her house. It didn't take much longer and they were there quickly, or at least it had felt that way. As she reached towards the porch, Edlyn glanced to the nearby pasture where her horses were lazily standing around. She would check on them later. The young woman proceeded to pull out her keys. After a moment, she found the one for her house before facing her next challenge; opening the door. Edlyn tried to squint to find the keyhole, but she was having no luck. Eventually she blindly felt around before finding what she was looking for. She finally managed to unlock the door and quickly opened it. "Welcome in," she simply said. While keeping the door ajar, the woman walked in to find something to light up the house. As she blindly stumbled around, she ran into a table then immediately into a wall. She huffed in annoyance and contiuned to feel around, beginning to get desperate. Eventually she managed to find her way to the kitchen and tried to search through the cabinets. After what felt like forever, Edlyn managed to track down some matches and a candle. She quickly light the wick and was finally able to see some.
"Yes!" She whispered proudly. She made her way to the main room with the newly lit candle to light up more. She worked quickly and eventually lit up most of the candles in the room. There was enough light to care for their wounds and walk around without running into anything. Before she closed the door, Edlyn took a glanced outside to check for any notes. People tended to leave orders if she wasn't around. Sure enough there was a small stack on the other side of the door. She quickly collected the papers and closed the door behind her. In the soft light, she began to flip through the writings. She paused for a moment and glanced towards Danir. "Sorry about that. I probably should've checked on your wounds. Speaking of which, how do you feel?"
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 5, 2019 20:50:57 GMT -5
An hour to an hour and a half. “So two hours,” Danir commented. He would be hobbling more so than walking, so he thought the two-hour mark would be more realistic. Still, it wasn’t too bad. They might not make it to her home by the time the sunset, but they shouldn’t need to make camp. Once they reached the edge of the forest, he was sure the moon would be able to light their path enough to make it to her home. Nodding, he gave her a small smile. “Lead the way.”
Never had Danir despised traveling so much than he did in the last few hours. For the first leg of the journey, he had been fine. Well, as fine as one could be while every stepped jarred cracked ribs and injured shoulder painfully. Still, he trudged through. The sooner they got to her home, the sooner he could rest and do something for the pain. It wasn’t much, but it was the only thing giving him some kind of motivation to keep moving. Not to mention, Edlyn and him had tried to carry on some small talk as they walked. Their conversation wasn’t heavy, mainly filled with comments about the forest and what not. However, the longer they walked, the quieter he became. Fatigue found him much sooner than he would have liked. It took all his focus to keep his feet moving.
By the time they broke free of the forest, Danir was ready to just lay down on the ground and call it a night right then and there. The man’s breathing was labored and shallow in attempts to draw in air without expanding his lungs against their battered cage. His gait resembled that of a man who has had far too many drinks for one night, and it was a feat in itself that he was upright at all. Clutching his arm to him and soaked through with sweat, he followed Edlyn without a word, too tired to try to speak. Had he been well, he might have taken the time to take in the scenery and appreciate the sight of the small homestead. Now, all he could think about was getting off of his feet.
The young elf was at the end of his reserves when they finally set foot on the porch. Standing there, waiting for Edlyn to unlock the door, and then to fumble around in the dark for a candle, Danir was very tempted to just conjure a spell to light the way to a resting place. He would have passed out the moment he tried, he was sure, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted to do it. Listening to her struggle in the dark, he leaned heavily against the doorpost, waiting. Normally, he could see pretty well in dim lighting. However, right now, he vision was swimming and he was entering an unknown building. He wasn’t going to chance it. Only when the house was lit did he trudge inside. The man went to the only room he could see and get to. He didn’t care to look around, to memorize the layout of the house. Instead, he spotted a couch and, with a groan of both pain and relief, fell onto it, lying on his back. The moment he hit the couch, is eyes closed and nothing else mattered. Not even Edlyn’s rummaging around the house as she walked back and forth. Truth be told, when she came over and spoken to him, he nearly didn’t hear her. Sleep was already working on taking him over.
“Worse for wear,” he mumbled, forcing his eyes opened into cracks, just enough to look up at her. A part of him wanted to get up, to clean off and tend to his wounds before succumbing to sleep. But that part of him was a very small portion at best. “Tired, sore.” He swallowed, wishing he had the strength to reach for his canteen, but his bag was so far away. It was just on the floor by his feet, which hung off the couch near the arm of the couch, but he couldn’t be bothered.
Edlyn watched as Danir collapsed on the couch, clearly exhausted. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she apologized as she drew in the curtians. If the elf was going to stay on the couch for the night, she wanted to be sure no one would have the chance to see him. Although it was highly unlikely anyone would catch sight of him, she preferred to be cautious. The couch faced the fireplace in the main room. A small table was next to it with some candles to light up the room. To the wall, there was a large bookcase stuffed full with books. Many had cracked spines, indicating they were well-read. As Edlyn briefly looked around, she softly smiled. She was glad to be home. The young blacksmith's attention turned to Danir as he spoke. The young woman nodded in reply. "Alright. Can I get you anything?" She paused for a moment to take a look around. Her eyes wandered to the pot over wood for a fire before drifting back to the man. He didn't seem to be doing that well.
"I'm going to get something to help with our wounds." The young woman got up to light the a fire then proceeded to get water into the pot. As the water began to heat up, the blacksmith left temporarily to grab two bowls, some cloth, and bandages. She had very limited knowledge of healing and medicine, but knew enough to scrape by. She would probably have to ask the doctor about ways to care for their wounds the next day. Before she went back into the other room, she paused for a moment and pulled up her sleeves to wash her hands. It was something her brother drilled into, cleanliness is always key when it came to healing people. Once her hands were cleaned, she rummaged through a cabinet to find something to add to the water. She finally pulled out some dried lavender stalks and walked back to the pot with all the supplies in hand. She added the lavender into the water. According to her brother, it would help with the soreness.
It took a little while before the water warmed up. Once it began to simmer, Edlyn grabbed a metal ladle and began to add it into a bowl. She placed the bandages and a piece of cloth into the the water mixture to let them soak. After a few minutes had passed, she grabbed the cloth and wringed it out until it was damp. "Alright this may sting a little, but this should help your wounds. It's just a simple mix of warm water and lavender. Anyway, what exactly are your injuries?" Edlyn knew his shoulder was in poor condition and his ribs were broken or cracked. She didn't know what else hurt, but wanted to at least try and help in the way she could. The fragrant scent of warm lavender filled the room, creating an almost calming effect. The young woman breathed in deeply. She loved the scent.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 6, 2019 22:04:24 GMT -5
(Again, sorry it's so short!)
Since his eyes had been opened, Danir forced himself to keep them open. It was difficult, yes, but he felt as if he needed to. He owed it to the woman to at least assure her that he was alright. So while she walked about, gathering things and whatnot, he tried to watch her as best as he could. She would disappear out of sight for a bit, but never for long. “Water would be nice,” he muttered, but didn’t push for it. Honestly, he would be fine with falling asleep without it. Waking up might be uncomfortable, but it couldn’t be worse than his current state.
Since there was nothing he could really do, the young elf could only watch and wonder what Edlyn was doing. She had set up at the fireplace in front of the couch, so watching her was easy. Whatever she was doing, it smelled wonderful. Lavender was one of his favorite scents, and he generally tried to keep some within his room whenever he could get a hold of it. The familiar scent was enough to help him relax. When she spoke again, he found that his eyes had fallen closed once more. “My shoulder mainly,” he responded, not bothering to try to struggle with his sight. He was warm, safe, and completely exhausted. If he didn’t fall asleep, then he would fall unconscious sooner or later. Might as well be willing in the participation of rest than have no choice at all. “Bit me near the collar bone and shoulder, both sides. Hurts to move it. It’s been wrapped, but do what you will to it.”
"Alright, I'll get that for you in a moment," the woman replied. She turned her focus back towards her current task. Edlyn examined the bandages for a moment before removing them. They likely didn't need to be changed, however the young woman thought it was a good idea to do so anyway. Once the bandages were removed and placed on the floor, she examined the wound. She squinted to try and get a good look, but it was diffcult in the low light. It seemed fine, though needed to be wiped. The blacksmith carefully began to pat down the injury with the damp cloth. She attempted to do it lightly, trying her best not to cause further pain. Dried blood around the wound was being wiped away as she worked.
She paused for a moment and put the bloodied cloth in another bowl. She rinsed her hands then grabbed the bandages to wring them out. Once they were mostly dry, she began to bandage up the wound. She worked swiftly, but was attentive to how she patched up the injury. Once she was done, she got to her feet and stepped back. "Alright, that should do it." She paused for a moment and added under her breath, "Pretty sure I did it right too." Before Danir could say anything, she went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She set it within reach of the elf. Once that was done, Edlyn began to pick up everything she used on Danir. She got rid of the older bandages and put the bowl aside. She paused for a moment and checked her own wound. After a moment of hesitation, she ladled more water into a fresh bowl and kneeled beside the fire. She soaked another piece of cloth in the mixture before patting down her own wound. She stiffened in slight pain as she worked, though was done quickly. Once she was finished, Edlyn began to clean up the supplies. She lazily put them in the kitchen and returned to the main room.
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