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Post by Xander Hughes on Oct 5, 2007 11:29:21 GMT -5
Xander nodded as Kenaira spoke, and nodded once more to Astimar in acknowledgement before grasping Lightfoot by the reins and following the two to the tree. What could the horns possible mean? Most likely only Kenaira and Astimar knew, and they probably wouldn't tell him anyway. And what were those scaly creatures? Deformed dragons? Disfigured warriors? It was hard to tell.
Frowning, Xander whispered words of encouragement to Lightfoot. She seemed frightened to no end, and nearly refused to follow him. "Come on, girl," he whispered, "There's nothing to be afraid of." Even though he knew that he was lying, it seemed to offer the mare comfort, for she quickened her pace and flicked her long tail.
They soon reached the tree, which had obviously been a hiding spot for Kenaira and Astimar. They must have spotted the creatures before Xander had even come. But what did they wish to use Lightfoot for? A quick escape? A burden horse? Now that he thought about it, it did seem like a good idea. They could possible make an escape without a horse. And what else would they possibly want her for?
"Do you have any idea where the creatures are coming from? Perhaps if we knew, we would be able to escape, or attack, either way . . ." Xander muttered.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Oct 6, 2007 7:50:01 GMT -5
Kenaira looked troubled as they fled back to the hollowed-out tree. She had not bothered to draw up her hood again. What was the point anyway? Survival was more important than petty racial hatred now. Much, much more important.
Reaching the tree, she slipped inside quickly, before either of her companions, just as Xander started speaking.
"Do you have any idea where the creatures are coming from? Perhaps if we knew, we would be able to escape, or attack, either way . . ."
"We do not." Kenaira replied shortly, from inside the trunk. An ironic smile suddenly formed on her face, although neither of the humans could see it, being outside the tree. The smile was gone as swiftly as it appeared. "Leastaways, I do not. You will have to ask dearest Astimar if you want to know what he knows." She added, her voice dripping with irony.
"Are you two coming in or not?"
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Oct 7, 2007 23:12:26 GMT -5
"We do not. Leastaways, I do not. You will have to ask dearest Astimar if you want to know what he knows."
Astimar stopped at the hollow tree as Kenaira spoke. Apparently she had put together more then he had wished for her to. He stared in to the tree although he couldn't see past the dark. " I know as much as any of you." Astimar said. " But the knight should know something..... if he makes it through the night." Astimar said now entering into the tree. He went to Jathis and began to check his wounds. They were not as bad as he thought. Most of the bleeding had stopped but Astimar still dressed his wounds by ripping off a part of his cloak. " One of us will have to go ahead and take the knight on the horse back to Solace. The rest of us will have to meet up later there."
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Oct 11, 2007 8:57:43 GMT -5
Kenaira smirked, folding her arms. "I could go." She purred, sounding rather teasing. The mocking smile on her face only enchanced that feeling. "But, you'd probably accuse me of trying to get to that horse so I can escape on my own." The mocking smile still remained, but there was a glint in her slanted eyes now. A dangerous glint.
"You'd probably be right." Kenaira continued. "I'd still go to Solace, of course, but whether the wretched Solamnic Knight would still be with me is an entirely different matter..." She trailed off, knowing that the two humans would know what she, a dark elf, meant.
"So, are you going to trust me or not?" She asked, her voice still pleasant.
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Oct 14, 2007 16:34:07 GMT -5
Once inside the tree Astimar could vaguely see the features of Kenairas face. She being a dark elf didn’t bother him much. How different was she from him he thought to himself. As Astimars old partner once said, we are just the rotten apples in the world that makes life more interesting. To Astimar she no more than a rotten apple like himself and in his mind there were a lot mor dangerous things in the world than exiled elves. Like these lizard creatures that now pursued. “Well Ken.” Astimar started. “ I thought you would leave the moment I went to the aid of Xander here.” Astimar jabbed a thumb in the direction of Xander. “ but you didn’t, even after you said you would if we were attacked agin. So I would take my chances in trusting you, but the horse belongs to Xander so it’s really his decision to make.” Astimar returned Kenairas smile and patted her on the shoulder.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Oct 18, 2007 5:12:45 GMT -5
Kenaira shrugged off Astimar's hand swiftly, feeling somewhat strange. Odd for a human to accept her, when no elf would. Very odd indeed. Still, the dark elf wasn't complaining. This felt strangely good, not to mention welcomed. The smirk changed into a warm smile that flickered on her face for a moment, before dissapearing, like a candle whose flame had been blown out.
"Very well." Kenaira replied, sounding imperious once more. "Xander?" She turned to face the other human.
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Post by Xander Hughes on Oct 18, 2007 19:17:56 GMT -5
When Astimar mentioned that one of them should go on ahead to Solace, Xander immediately felt a pang of regret. He hated traveling alone, and carrying a wounded Solamnic around would seem somewhat fishy. But when Kenaira offered to go in his stead, Xander nodded. Somehow he felt that he could trust the elf. Xander had never been one to judge other races, for he had grown up in a Solamnic home; his father being the honorable type.
"Very well. I believe I can trust you, Kenaira," Xander said, nodding once more. "Astimar and I will stay behind, then." The young man thought it good that he spent time with another human being for once. He had been traveling alone for quite some time now; his only company being Lightfoot. "But be careful with Lighfoot. It takes her time to warm up to strangers, and she isn't used to carrying more than one passenger."
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