...Mistral...
ooc: :D Everybody say it with me now!
<font color=red><font size=5>Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!</font></font>
;) ~<font color=skyblue>Tries to Kick Larry to get him to join in the aw'ing, but he blocks the blow and twists her ankle in his hand, sending her spinning and screaming down to the mud. <font color=seagreen>Sits in mud crying uncontrollably. "DEITER!!!" Larry soon starts to suffer an excruciating head-ache from her wailings. <font color=skyblue> He picks up a large stick and starts to beat her in the head, saying, "Deiter's dead!!! Do you hear me! Dead! ARRR!!!!"<font color=seagreen> She grabs the stick and breaks it in two, howling, "No he's not! And he's gonna kick your ass when he gets back! DEITER!!!" Larry's headache escalates to a full-blown migraine.</font></font></font></font>

<font color=indianred>~His green eyes remain open on gentle watch. He continued to cradle you in his shielding embrace, you could hear and feel his every breath as it tingled the hairs on the back of your neck. Silas held you closer with a soft smile, feeling the unnatural rhythm of your heart. His own beat melodically. He cooed to you in elvish, you thought you could fall asleep just listening to that voice.~ "Sarnwen, sarnwen... Iabar, iafea, iarant... Din girith wen. Guar'sar." ~He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.~ "Guaredheltir... Guaredheltir..." ~His voice was re-assuring as he said this last word, strong and promising. He dared not let you go, and only began humming again in a new sorrowful tune.~</font>

...Murdock...
ooc: :D My daddy killed thirteen squirells and a 'coon 2 years back. ;) And I'm not that terrible. I mean GEEZ I hooked you up with a flipping Macaderean! You ungrateful little wretch! [img]tongue.gif[/img] She's the hottest babe in the game! Well... Second hottest... [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] My exact image is running around Marrowni. ROFLMAO

<font color=teal>~She turned her gaze and squirmed forcefully.~ "Put me down now. I'm going to bed." ~She glared at you.~ "That's an order!" ~She mockly punched your shoulder when you did not comply.~ "I'm warning you! I'll bite your nose off!" ~She pointed a wavering finger at your nose.~ "Young man, you put me down this instant!" ~Oh you weren't going to take her seriously, were you? Might as well have some fun before she gets you killed!~</font>

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<font color=skyblue>Murdock

Finally releasing his grip on the rabid tigress, he smirked and replied..."Now, you wouldn't be scared of anything, would you?
I mean...I don't actually bite...though a little nibble here and there never hurt anybody! "
Seeing her try to shoot lightning out of her eyes at him, Murdock finally gave up for the moment and said..."Fine. You stay over there, and I am going under that tree over there. I am a light sleeper, so if something was to attack...at least scream so that I can safely get away. Deal?"</font>

...Murdock...
(ooc: Rabid tigress. You gonna get yo mama to shoot her Larry? [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] )

<font color=indianred>~She smirked.~ "Aw sure Murdock, I'll scream just like you... Ooops! I mean, a girl." ~She chuckled.~ "Sorry there, kind of hard to tell." ~She pranced off to her pack screeching in an apparent immitation of you.~

~The young night dragged on peacefully until what you could guess to be midnight. You had awoken but momentarily for a drink of water and you were now resettling under your tree. You were just dozing off when a voice was heard on the breeze. It was coming from Zahara's general direction. You turned to see her visably shivering, clinging to her apparently shielding blankets.~ "Muuuurrddoooockkk..." ~She whimpered.~ "I'm incredibly sorry and..." ~She inhaled sharply.~ "I-incredibly cold..." ~You could see an apologetic and pleading look on her face.~ "I'm afraid of freezing to death... Really I am!" ~You couldn't be sure, but you thought you heard her teeth chattering.~</font>

OOC>>> AWWWWWW!!!!! WHEEE!!!!! :D

IC>>>
<font color=lime>Mistral

Oblivious to everything else, save his reassuring proximity, his soothing voice, the whiff of spice he exudes and the warmth that envelopes her, she continues nestling in her current comfortable position.

"... never... let... go..." ~ Whispering subconsciously, overwhelmed by the thrilling sensation of affection, she feels tears stealthily creeping into her eyes. Blinking hard, she sends them packing</font> (OOC: See, no tears! [img]tongue.gif[/img] )<font color=lime> ~ If this be eternity, it is where I want to be forever... ~ Now entranced, she begins to murmur again ~ "Silas..." ~ Then realises her boldness. She closes her eyes tighter to blot out the moment of shame, her stubborn arms refusing to budge one movement.</font>

ooc:
~Ties Larry up, throws him in a closet, locks the door and swallows the key.~

<font color=red><font size=5>Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!</font></font>

:D This is so cute Mistral. I crown you queen of the no-tear dramatics! Gimme a hug! [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] LMAO! Try not to break anything!

...Mistral...

<font color=silver>~He smiled softly, tipping your chin up. He brushes away tenderly away the tears forming at the corners of your view. His serene emerald eyes gazed down at you with warmth and curiousity. Silas inhaled deep, his face now close enough that his eyelashes tickled your skin. He sighed, looking you thoughtfully straight in the eye. His voice was a little hesitant in coming to him. You could feel his warm fragrant breath against your cheek. His eyebrow raised doubtfully.~ "Is that really what you want... Mistral?" ~He reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his steady gaze awaiting your answer with the slightest trail of worry around his eyes.~</font>

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OOC>>> :D Treads carefully to Spree in slooowww motion, arms extending... then gently places them on Spree's cheeks ~ "You're so sweet yourself, Spree!" ~ Gentle hug ;) Hey, I want them to have a great Valentine's Day [img]graemlins/thewave.gif[/img]


IC>>><font color=lime>Mistral, Happy Where She Is [img]tongue.gif[/img]

A soft light dances in her chestnut brown eyes as she returns his gaze briefly, then lowers her head shyly ~ What am I getting myself into, now? ~ The erratic heartbeat continues to beat with a rhythm of its own, her cheeks flush ~ It feels... feels so wonderful... ~ Thoughts of revenge banished into exile, her senses are alive and it seems as if her heart will burst from the incredible joy ~ Silas...

Finally tilting her head once again, aware of the massive pounding of both head and heart, she tries to smile, but her lips are quite frozen with fear ~ What if he rejects me, as all others have done? ~ Closing her eyes, she gives a single nod.

Then waits for the outcome.</font>

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OOC>>>I could post romantic like that...but Karen would freak out if she read any of it...so I am dancing on coals here... :( ...yet, maybe I will try to get a little warmer... ;)

IC>>><font color=skyblue>Murdock

Murdock witnessed this spectacle of her shivering and pleading with mixed emotions. Yet, she had already done much for him, and she was going to allow him to tag along to learn from her...yet...why was she not more prepared for cold, starless nights? Giving in to kindness, plus the fact that she began to look cute again allowed him to speak up and say,

"Alas, you were not well prepared to fend off the cold, but I have a blanket here that is large enough to comfortably cover two, if you do not mind."

Without giving it much thought, Zahara was under the blanket and was huddled close to stop her shivering. Murdock decided to talk to her a bit.

"Hey! Wanna know how I got this blanket? Remember that house that we passed back on 3rd Street that had the fenced in gardens and the guard house and all that? Well, about 2 years ago..."

And so on did Murdock relate his adventure, until Zahara had quit shivering and had become warm and quiet.</font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Killing Spree:
...Arleth...

<font color=silver>~You awoke early the next morning. The sun was just creeping on the horizon. Savannah was still asleep not far away and the fire had died down. The Wood Of Last Words loomed in the distance. You got up and started making preparations for the day. Soon the birds were chirping and Savannah was still snoring, well, rather squeaking, faintly. You were ready to go. Dare you face the potential wrath of awakening her?! Or uh, maybe you should try to make some of that coffee she keeps in her pack...~</font>

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<font color="gold">ARLETH</font>

<font color="green">*The sun was high in the sky. Arleth and Savannah had walked for about three hours, and were now pretty deep into the Wood of the Last Words. So far, they hadnt encountered any dangers, and decided to camp for a while.*
"Phew," *said Savannah.* "It's good to get some rest. How much applies do we have left?"
-"Not much," Arleth said, while he opened the bag with food.* "Only enough for now and dinner."
"How long before we meet your friends?"
-"Well, their town lies in the heart of the forest, so we should be theer by evening, if we walk fast."
"Arleth, you disappoint me." *A tall elf, almost as tall as Arleth, stepped out from the forest behind them.* "I thought I'd be seeing you sooner then this."
-"Brackton!" *Arleth ran and threw himself around the elf.* "How are you? I havent seen you in years!"
"I am just fine, thank you. It's great to see you again, old friend."
"Umm, hellooo!" *Savannah had a strange look on her face.* "Are you gonna introduce me or what?"
-"Ahh yes, pardon. Brackton, this is Savannah, a friend of mine. Savannah, this is Brackton, an old friend and companion. We used to adventure together a long time ago."
"Hello, Savannah." *Brackton and Savannah greeted.*
"Now, I'm gonna lead you to our closest encampment, where you'll get real food, and some rest. In return, you tell me what you are doing here some deep in the holy forest. Ok?"
*Arleth and Savannah agreed.*
"Good. Let's go then!"</font>


see ya!

ooc: ;) Arleth's player, please go on ahead and post again. :D Poor lil' Savannah's a real tag-along.

...Mistral...
ooc: Valentine's Day is never any fun... I've never got a valentine! [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img]

<font color=indianred>~A devoted smile creeped across his face. His entire form glowed with an ardent warmth. He craned his neck, whispering softly into your ear. His affectionate breath sent a shiver down your spine.~ "I believe in fate." ~You felt his respriation moving steadily closer to your lips. At the exact moment your lips would have met his a confident voice shouted from behind.~ "Mistral! Silas!" ~The voice cried. You felt every muscle in Silas' body tense as he swiftly recoiled and cursed beneath his breath.~ "Damnit!" ~You heard footsteps progressively get closer. Without warning Silas swept you up off your feet and collected you in his arms as if he meant to carry you. Brier appeared with a relieved expression from behind the hedge.~ "There you are! I've had enough time in the graveyard for today." ~She looked perplexedly at your position.~ "Ummmm... What happened?" ~Silas quickly took the reigns of speech.~ "I uh, was just going to carry Mistral the rest of the way. Poor thing tripped there..." ~He gestured to your fallen quarterstaff.~ "Yes and uh, I think she twisted it a little funny, er her ankle that is. She'll be all right but best not test it you know." ~He swallowed hard, forcing a smile. Brier nodded her head slowly with a skeptical countenance but then suddenly brightened.~ "Okay! I'll lead the way!" ~Brier stepped forward and picked up you staff, leading the way to the guest's glade. When you neared the entrance Silas whispered to you.~ "I will find you. When the sun and moon have both died, I will find you." ~He set you down gently as the trio entered the glade. He waved goodbye to Brier and shook your hand in a show to convince your half-sister.~ "Good to have met you ma'am. Careful with that ankle!" ~With a weak smile he then started back on the path, and walked out of sight.~</font>

...Murdock...

<font color=teal>~She listened intently to your story, letting her head rest on your shoulder as she clung to your warm blanket. She tried to defend her position.~ "Where I come from it's nice and warm..." ~She yawned, rubbing her eyes. She smiled up at you.~ "You can make fun of me all you want when I'm cold, but we'll see who's laughing when we run out of water." ~She chuckled, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.~</font>

<font color=skyblue>Murdock


The next morning, Zahara awoke to see a small fire burning at their campsite, and Murdock holding a stick over the fire. There was something yummy smelling on the end of the stick, and she smiled, realizing her hunger was soon to be satisfied.

"Morning, sleepy! I cannot believe how hard you sleep. I mean...A bear could've attacked, and yet you snored on."

Zahara gave him one of those sleepy, pouty looks...

"Well, I took the liberty of cooking up some rabbit that I caught about an hour ago. I hope you like him. And there is fresh, cold water over near the satchels. You see! I may be a thief and a fool, but I know how to take care of my mistress."</font>

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