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Post by Sofia on May 27, 2014 21:22:53 GMT 1
( OOC: Creating this thead for Longsong and One-Edge to jump to. Tag Sasa ) Longsong felt his heart climb into his throat as Stronglegs rushed past him and One-Edge. The smell of blood, wolf's blood, hit Longsong that very moment; Stronglegs' and... "We have to hurry!" Longsong said, knowing his words weren't needed. No one knew Softpaws' sent better than One-Edge. A head of them lay the storage tent. Except, now half of it was torn down, covering the hindquaters of Softpaws who was facing three members of the Children of the Oaks. Said Children of the Oaks had spears. The wolf cubs were nowhere in sight. ( OOC: As Softpaws is One-Edge's bond, you get to decide how injured she is or isn't Sasa  Since the elves have spears it'd be unrealistic if she wasn't bleeding at all - thus the blood mentioned earlier - but she doesn't have to be badly or mortaly wounded. Stronglegs, as I'm sure you've figured out already, was helping her protect the cubs and took most of the hits, but he's not been able to pause to howl for aid and is crap at sending to the elves. Thus, he ran for help when he started to lose too much blood. So now it's Softpaws and the newborn cubs vs three Children of the Oaks.) |
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Post by Sasa on Jul 14, 2014 19:41:35 GMT 1
One-Edge was running before Longsong even told her to hurry. Her mind was blurred with furious feelings from Softpaws. There was no thought for her mending leg either. The feelings of Softpaws fuelled her wolf-blood. It seemed like forever but there the tent was, or what was left of it. And her dearest Sowftpaws painted in red. She could smell the wolf blood in the air. She howled as she dashed to the side, partially in front of Softpaws, her dagger flashing in her hand. Unlike most of her other tribemates, she had only spent little time awake among the Children of the Oaks and had no reservations to take the fight against them. She slashed her dagger across the air in front of her to make little distance between the armed elves and herself and Softpaws. "You dare to raise your spears against Softpaws?!!" She growled.
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Post by Sofia on Aug 8, 2014 21:44:37 GMT 1
The elves stepped back at One-Edge's attack, but didn't lower their spears.
"Your filthy beast has taken our tent and food from us. Now we're taking it back," one of the elves with spears said. As she was standing at the head of the group, she seemed to be their leader. "When a beast tries to steal from us, we kill it. Simple as that."
Longsong had hurried to his lifemate's side as she attacked, but now stood frozen, unsure of what to say or do. He cursed that he'd never learned a weapon - back in the Holt it had seemed so unnecessary, but now...
"Please, you can't," he finally managed, feeling all the blood drain from his face. "Softpaws has newborn cubs! And she's no wild beast, she's my lifemate's dearest friend. Please just leave us in peace!"
"I don't think so," the leader of the groups said, spear still at the ready. "Your beast has done damage and there needs to be a trade for that. Her pelt would do nicely."
The mere thought of it made Longsong feel lightheaded and nauseous. "Please," was all that worked its way past his lips. "Please no."
"If you've got anything else to trade, we might consider that." There was something calculated behind the elf's words, as if she'd been waiting to say them. "Have you anything of worth, beast-blood?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2014 6:07:17 GMT 1
Ic: Silvereyes fallowed Greyspear towards the wolf den with cubs. She could hear voices, growling, snapping jaws of a wolf and shouting. Silvereyes figured more madness just ahead, but hoped she was wrong.
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Post by Sasa on Aug 14, 2014 17:52:23 GMT 1
One-Edge growled, ready to slash back with words when Longsong whined his pitiful attempt of words. At the words of taking her friend's pelt, she dashed out, or tried, but Longsong kept her in place. (OOC; I hope you don't mind Sofia). The enraged elfess turned to Longsong with fierce eyes. "Let. Go." She hissed, with all the anger reflected on both words. He could not doubt her for slashing at him if he did not do so. But the other elves were already asking something in trade. One-Edge's gaze darted to the speaker. "Trade? Trade?! I give you a trade! You walk away and I won't slice you to pieces and feed to scavenger birds!"
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Post by Sofia on Aug 15, 2014 22:04:11 GMT 1
OOC: Don't mind at all, Sasa IC:Longsong flinched at One-Edge's harsh words. They reminded him all too much of she'd been... before. Not cruel or violent, but curt with him, harsh like a storm gale when he'd displeased her. He let go and stepped back without giving his actions a second thought. "I doubt you could get through all of them." That voice was new. And from behind them. Wide-eyed, heart in his throat, Longsong whirled around and came face-to-chest with something he'd never thought he'd ever see; a High One. A High One with three hands of armed Children of the Oaks behind him. The High One smiled down at Longsong; the sort of smile a fox would wear if it could before pouncing on a cornered hare. He was very tall too, towering over Longsong like a tree over a shrub, and dressed in clothes of a material Longsong had never seen. His jewelery was metal and the sword hanging from his belt was pure steel. He was dazzling and the look in his eyes froze Longsong's blood cold. "Now, I believe you have something of mine." The High One held out his hand to Longsong. "I suggest you give it to me, or I fear your 'mate' and her beast will have to suffer the consequences." Greyspear, his daughter at his heels, could see the tent where they'd left Softpaws. He could also smell the blood and see the three Children of the Oaks holding spears that stood by One-Edge, Longsong and Softpaws. Then, out of thin air, more Children of the Oaks appeared, flanking Longsong and One-Edge. Greyspear had to blink several times to convince himself his eyes weren't deceiving him; especially as there was an elf with the Children of the Oaks that was so tall Greyspear had only seen the likes of him in sendings of Howls that told of the coming of the High Ones. ~**Everyone, eyes-high!**~ Greyspear hurried to lock-send to Silvereyes and all else who followed him. ~**There is tainted magic at work here or I'm a ravvit tail. We need to go slow or those snakes-in-the-grass will have our tribe mates on their spears before we can as much as bare fangs.**~
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Post by gerlin on Aug 17, 2014 13:21:47 GMT 1
~**Aye**~, Eveninglight motioned Shade to slow down, as they came close to Greyspear and Silvereyes. ~**I hear you, Greyspear. I'll follow your lead.**~
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Post by Sasa on Aug 19, 2014 15:52:59 GMT 1
One-Edge whirled around at the sudden voice from behind her. How had someone managed to sneak up on her like that? Her senses were high, acute on everything around, and yet she had not heard them. But then her eyes laid on the tall elf, the High One. Her eyes grew wide and her rage was pushed out of the way of utter astonishment. *High One? But how?* The rage and hurt feeding from Softpaws fuelled her anger again and her astonishment passed by. This time she remained more in control though. She did not make an attack on the High One, nor any of the CotO elves around. But she kept her body in position to protect Softpaws. *Where are the cubs?* She could not help but think in her mind among the chaos. ::Softpaws, where are they?:: There was a notion of desperation in her voice-mind. A relief passed her at the sound of her tribemates' sendings close to them. It wasn't just her and Longsong anymore to protect their bonds.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 6:49:08 GMT 1
Silvereyes suddenly remembered the cub slings she had made for the wolf pups...she had made three in case the trek takes a long time and the cubs grow. She felt her bag at her hip that carries the cub slings. She was glad and a bit relieved she had not had a chance to hand all of them over. As she ran sounds of struggle could be heard from behind but her mind and eyes focused ahead on her Father and the cubs.
While Silvereyes allowed her own fatigued and emotionally stressed mind to distract her...she suddenly looked up nearly stumbling in her tracks. She froze at the sight blinking several times before looking around in bewilderment as everyone seemed to be seeing the same spectacle.
~**Bad magic if not a true sight, Father...What do we do now...?**~ The silver eyed blond was shaking as she struggles to keep standing ready to protect her Father and tribe yet again. She had no idea what to do or how to react but to stand ready as her eyes searched for the cubs too.
She could not smell them or hear them right off. Her shimmery gaze was seeking next One-edge for confirmation, were the cubs with her or... Suddenly after seeing the Lass her eyes shot back to the assumed-High One. ~**One-edge, where are the cubs, did you hide them before we arrived?**~ She hoped but that look was one that broke Silvereye's heart as it sank in her chest. Her hands gripping her cocked bow white knuckled and from her eyes a cold stare as she steadies her self.
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Post by gerlin on Aug 31, 2014 14:05:31 GMT 1
*A High One!* Eveninglights gasped in suprise and awe. ~**How is this possible?**~, she sent to her tribemates, ~**How?**~ She saw the High One extending his hand towards Longsong. In her dreams she had imagined a feeling of safety when in the presence of such a being, but here and now... She didn't feel like that at all. *What does he want from Longsong?*, Eveninglight wondered, clutching her spear even tighter. She asked Shade to bring them close to Greyspear, standing right behind him and Silvereyes.
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Post by Sofia on Aug 31, 2014 22:36:01 GMT 1
"W-what," was all Longsong could get out as he stared up at the tall stranger. "I don't-"
The tall stranger's right hand shot forward, wrapping around Longsong's throat like a vise.
~**Do play games if you wish,**~ he lock-sent to Longsong, malice and amusement pouring from his mind. ~**But the little beasties will suffer for it.**~
The tall stranger looked over his shoulder at one of the Children of the Oaks that had arrived with him. She held up a big bag, that whimpered and squirmed.
~**Give me the crystal.**~
The cubs! The thought flashed through Longsong's mind like skyfire. It was followed by the image the tall stranger had shared with him - a blue crystal on a necklace. Longsong recognized it.
**You'll have it,** Longsong sent back, keeping it open to include all around, hoping no one would attack. **It's in my bag in the tent where I slept. Just let me go and I'll fetch it for you.**
He was keeping panic at bay, but only just. He could breathe a little, but if the tall stranger's grip tightened further he would choke and suffocate.
A glow started up around the tall stranger and Longsong, forming a bright shield around the two, the tall elf's hand still cutting off Longsong's air.
"I think someone else here can do the fetching for you. And quickly, or there will be far fewer little wolves in the world."
Greyspear gritted his teeth, having come to a careful stop the moment the tall stranger grabbed Longsong. He wanted to attack, to tear the stranger's throat out, but the odds were against them. It was better to try and barter their way out of this.
~**Silvereyes, Eveninglight - go back to the tents and find Longsong's crystal. Hurry! You too Branchwalker.**~
To One-Edge, he lock-sent: ~**I know this is much to ask of you, but stay calm. We will get all of us through this alive if we only stay calm.**~
Greyspear couldn't help but shudder at the sight of the tall stranger. He'd appeared out of thin air and now he'd done something to the air, making it shine. Magic was supposed to be a gift, but this High One like elf was far more powerful than Greyspear could remember the Howls tell of after the First Born came into the world. Fighting him and his group of well armed, seemingly well rested warriors would be beyond foolish.
Branchwalker had just caught up to the others. The unsettling scene before him had him unbalanced and the urgent sending from Greyspear pushed him further into uneasy confusion. Without a word to anyone he whirled around and began to run back towards the tents.
OOC: If you're wondering what Longsong and the tall stranger are talking about, Longsong found a blue crystal on a string way back when the survivors first got to share Brightstar and Clearice's shelter on the plains. One-Edge tracked some elf tracks from where the crystal was found and they ended abruptly, as if the elf had flown off...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2014 5:43:12 GMT 1
Silvereyes shuttered at the sight of the tall stranger gripping Longsong's throat. She gripped her arrow firmer to the point of pain as she heard the sends from Longsong as she raised her bow and cocked arrow slowly and ever higher. In her mind she thought she had a clear shot to the tall one's fore arm, but then...Just then her eyes fallowed Longsong's eyes to a hand holding a bag with wolf cubs mewling and fussing inside.
Her eyes widened in shock, her mind wanted to make her fingers let go of the arrow, but at that caged-up emotion and rage would make her a poor shot, not a cleaver one. Then there was the fact her Father had not said to shoot them yet. As she dropped her lock on the short elf holding the bag of cubs, she had received the open sending and realized these pure bloods were always getting the upper hand and her weary head was spinning with a mixed blend of fear, fatigue, vexation and adrenaline at the same time.
She grunted with a sigh as she headed off the to tents to find this said talisman for this ( in her mind) a false high One was not kind or just but cruel and not sweet at all. The scene was so horrible in her mind - the image would not leave. Yet, it gave her some relief to know her Sire had good sense and a calm like no other in this stormy nest of mad elves they had discovered.
Silvereyes half smiled at the thought, if she would ever be like that, calm and with good sense. Soon she stopped outside the tents. "I will stand guard if you two wish to find the stone?" ~**The Pure blood snakes will not strike against us again - not on my watch.**~ She swore to Branchwalker and Eveninglight.
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Post by gerlin on Sept 1, 2014 13:34:28 GMT 1
Eveninglight only nodded in thanks to Silvereyes, before dashing into the tent where Longsong slept. At Greyspear´s command she had Shade run back to the tents as fast as he could, almost knocking over one of the pure blooded elves on their way. If she´d had the time, she would have laughed about it. But there was no time. Lives of elves and wolves depended on finding Longsong´s crystal as quick as possible. There, this was where Longsong slept. "Where is his bag?", Eveninglight muttered under her breath as she searched.
"False High One?". Hale was confused by the words she'd heard Silvereyes shout at her. "No, we were sent here by nobody, but our own choice. What's this about a High One? There are no High Ones alive, surely she must know that," she said to Evening-Fall.
She showed her open and empty hands, trying to convince Silvereyes they meant no harm."Please", she pleaded, "We were just on our way to see if we could help your people."
"What is going on here?", Hale called out as she and Evening-Fall neared the gathering of elves and wolves, "Have all of you lost your minds aswell as your hearts?" She had wanted to say more, but her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in disbelief. "A High One?"
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Post by Sofia on Sept 6, 2014 12:29:59 GMT 1
"I hope your friends hurry, little beast-blood," the tall stranger said to Longsong, all smiles. "My arm is getting tired."
Longsong could feel the air escaping him, breath by breath. The pressure around his throat was increasing, sending blood rushing to his head without anywhere to go.
Terrified, but set on not panicking, he reached out to One-Edge again, for support. His lock-sending held no words, only a feeling of helplessness and a wish for strength.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Chieftess Palepelt had arrived on the scene, followed by several Children of the Oaks who looked just as confused.
"The High One," Palepelt said, the moment she laid eyes on the tall elf who had Longsong by the throat. "You've returned." She sounded as awed as the others who'd spoken before her, but while there was deep respect in her tone there was also a trace of fear.
Dawngazer arrived on the scene atop a still bloodsoaked Stronglegs. Thankfully the ride there had helped clear her mind, which meant she managed to halt Stronglegs by Greyspear's side, instead of having him charge the elf holding the bag with the cubs.
::Stare-down. Elf-friends will save cubs. Calm.::
Greyspear nodded a curt greeting to Dawngazer, but his eyes stayed on the scene before him. He hoped Silvereyes, Eveninglight and Branchwalker, or at least one of them, would be back with the crystal soon.
OOC: If you have a CotO or is temping one that isn't in an active thread right now, feel free to have them be one of the elves that followed Palepelt here. Palepelt knowing about the existance of the 'High One' should be a surprise to all Children of the Oaks who have players, just so you know.
Also, just so you as players know, the 'High One' isn't an actual High One - but he sure looks like one and he's radiating magic power, so there is no wonder our elves think he is one. Even if your elf has seen tall pureblooded elves before (which most haven't) this guy has a sense of magic and power about him that makes you think he's one of the High Ones.
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Post by Sasa on Sept 7, 2014 19:36:37 GMT 1
Along the way it seemed that Hale had taken the lead and Evening-Fall followed her. He didn't need to voice any of his thoughts as Hale shared them before he had the time to. As the two stopped by the scene, he took extra steps to be partially inbetween Hale and the scene. He had felt like shouting out like Hale had done, but the appearance of Palepelt stopped him. For the blink of an eye he almost sighed a relief, but then Palepelt's words made him freeze. ~**He knows the High One?**~ She shared with Hale. Palepelt had just caused a gap between the whole tribe. Now it seemed that wouldn't be the end of it. The situation had got very alarming. Evening-Fall felt how tense his body was, how on the edge his mind was getting.
One-Edge was at her wit's end. If it hadn't been for Greyspear's sending, she would have hauled herself on the High One already. It took all her strength to remain there. Softpaws was now at her side and with her free hand she squeezed hard her pelt. ::Keep still. We will save them. Together.:: She assured her bond. She did not doubt herself. She would save the pups, even if it meant her life. But the High One had something else that belonged to her. Her hand with the dagger trembled as she attempted to remain in place. She wanted desperately cut that arm holding Longsong. Then she felt him, seeking her strength. It was close that all her rage didn't feed to him. Somewhere, from deep within her, she found such a great strength of mind, that she could calm herself down. Her mind softly responded to his, the hands of her mind embracing him, whispering the words of assurance, like words of magic that would pull the pain away from him. It was a strange moment where at the same time she was totally aware of all the elves around her but at the same time in a space where there was just her and him.
Mayflower had been chopping some roots when Palepelt's group had passed. Something in the air hadn't been quite right. Without a word to Rushcat or any of the other elves that had joined them, she sprang to catch up with the group and followed them to the food storage area. She hadn't seen the High One from behind the other elves before Palepelt called his out and then commented little more. She sidestepped from the back to see everything that was going on. The bests seemed to be at a disadvantage. Her lips curled up in mirth, looking at the High One squeezing the life out of one of them. The one that had shared with them the story of their dirty blood-line. *I don't know how Chieftess Palepelt knows the High One but he should have invited him earlier, if he will rid us of the fleabags.*
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Since the elves have spears it'd be unrealistic if she wasn't bleeding at all - thus the blood mentioned earlier - but she doesn't have to be badly or mortaly wounded. Stronglegs, as I'm sure you've figured out already, was helping her protect the cubs and took most of the hits, but he's not been able to pause to howl for aid and is crap at sending to the elves. Thus, he ran for help when he started to lose too much blood. So now it's Softpaws and the newborn cubs vs three Children of the Oaks.)
