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Post by Evelyn Fëanor on Aug 20, 2012 13:45:29 GMT -5
[style=font-family: arial; font-size: 25px; text-shadow: 0px 2px 3px #666; color: #cccccc;]WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE - - - running around leaving scars  A bitter wind swept around the trees of Andrasti, causing the young elf woman's loose curls to whip at her face. Evelyn's cheeks were flushed from the cold and she wrapped her cloak around herself tighter to help shield herself from the chill in the air. She wanted more than anything to be alone with her thoughts, but he always made it next to impossible. Evelyn would never understand his fascination for her and she wasn't sure that she even wanted to. She was afraid to know what was going on inside of his sickened mind.
"You shouldn't be going off on your own, my love," Galadriel said, finally catching up to his betrothed. The sound of his voice caused her body to tense and, when he grabbed hold of her arm, she could feel the familiar sensation of bile rising in her throat. She wanted to slap his hand away, but she was terrified of what his reaction might be.
"I know how to take care of myself, Galadriel," Evelyn responded, not meeting his eyes. She wanted him to remove his hand, but she knew he wouldn't. Finally mustering up the courage, she pulled away from her betrothed and turned away from him, heading for the outskirts of the forest. Snowflakes were gently starting to fall from the sky and Evelyn pulled her hood up to cover her soft curls.
"Evelyn, we need to talk," he said, still following her. He kept stride with her easily. The sensation that swept over her was similar to being plunged into ice cold water. He didn't know, did he? Evelyn didn't see how that could be possible; nobody knew of her condition for she hadn't told a soul. Face pale, as though she had just seen a ghost, Evelyn continued forward, keeping her blue eyes on the path ahead.
"What could we possibly have to talk about?" she asked, her voice feeling tight, as though her throat were closing in on her. This time, when he grabbed her arm, he roughly pulled her toward her, forcing her to stop.
"You know what I'm talking about," he said, gripping her upper arms so tight that she let out a wince. She hated herself for being so weak when he was around and, whether it was out of fear or stubbornness, she still refused to look up at him. "Look at me," he commanded. When she continued to refuse, he grabbed hold of her jaw, forcing her to look upward.
Galadriel was a tall man with black hair and dark eyes that made the Illani of Andrasti shiver. He was large and muscular from years of training and fighting. While she was twenty-five years of age, Galadriel was nearly twice that. He was an intimidating specimen, even for a woman who had once been so fierce.
"You torture me by forcing me to wait, and you know it," he said, his face so close to hers. "We should have been married when you were sixteen, and yet you've made me wait. Why?" Pressing her lips together tightly, Evelyn tried to pull away, but she could barely move. "You know why..." she said to him, her voice soft and almost scared.
"I've given you everything," he said furiously, shaking her by the shoulders and causing tears to roll down her face. "What more could you want from me?!" He stopped all of a sudden, seeing her tears, and her expression softened. "Don't cry, my love," he said, wiping at her tears. She recoiled from his touch and he pressed his lips into a fine line. "You know I would never hurt you..." he said in almost a whisper, leaning down and pressing his lips to her forehead.
Evelyn was frozen, hyper aware of his hands as they moved from her arms to her slender waist. When his lips found hers, she responded only out of fear. Her hands moved to his shoulders which, to him, may have seemed like a signal to continue on, but she really meant to attempt to hold him at bay. His lips became more eager and she full on panicked as he pulled her in tighter. She felt closed in, as though she couldn't breathe. The moment she felt her back hit a tree and his hands start to pull the skirt of her dress up, she snapped.
Pulling her knee up, she his him right in the goods. As Galadriel screamed in pain and fell back, she did the only thing she could think to do: she ran. "YOU STUPID, LITTLE BITCH!" he yelled after her, red faced and clutching himself in pain. Though Evelyn didn't dare to look behind her, she knew that he was attempting to chase after her, despite his pain.
Lungs burning from the bitter cold, Evelyn weaved through trees. She could still hear him calling after her, angrily, but she was no longer within his sight. Finally look back, she was unable to see him. Just as she turned back though, she ran right into something... or rather, someone. Falling to the ground and gasping for air, Evelyn was obviously terrified, but not of whoever she had run into, but rather, who she was running from.
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Post by Raeven Faervel on Aug 21, 2012 7:30:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 511 TAGGED EVELYN NOTES ITS CRAP Though ill prepared to face the cold winds that plagued the forest, Raeven never did mind them much. People often japed about his supposed immunity to it, but he knew better. The wilds were no place for an untrained elf to wander at night. Elves made poor bandits but that didn't mean there wouldn't be any for even their race, noble and dutiful, was plagued by crime. Pulling the arrow from his kill, a porcupine, he quickly put the felled rodent to the others in his bag. He thoroughly enjoyed keeping a brisk pace whenever he was on the move. Remaining in the same spot for long wasn't productive at all and could attract unwanted attention. There weren't many trails or roads, every community, each commune, township or city was a self sufficient arrangement in its own right. What little roads there were, the wildlife avoided and so would he.
Suddenly something caught his eye and Raeven was closer to the ground then he had been before. A hunter on the beat did well to remain low; such a position, though physically uncomfortable if one remained in it for too long, allowed for one to better survey the distance between oneself and one's target. His target seemed to be a deer, in itself a great conclusion to a great day. Reaching for an arrow, Raeven decided that he would not waste a second and aimed for the deer's cranium. Arrows moved quickly, quicker than any animal he'd ever seen, and upon release it took only seconds for the sleek projectile to hit target. It was humane, somewhat, to kill with a single shot. He had once been utterly repulsed by the sadism shown by others. One did not play with one's food, especially not when it was still alive.
Pulling the arrow from the deer's carcass, Raeven proceeded to lift it over his shoulders and made to return home. The forests of Andrasti were by far the most extensive and beautiful in the entire world, at least, that's what he had been told. Raeven had never left the kingdom and wasn't planning on it. Yet it wouldn't matter much, the symbiosis between native plant and animal life was as beautiful as it was fascinating. The forests were never silent yet they were always soft and peaceful. He valued it. The wilds provided him with sustenance and work and he was grateful for it, more so willing to defend it against those willing to tarnish it.
A shout briefly caught his attention, but just before Raeven could fully turn to face the voice that had so brutally disturbed the peace and quiet of the forest, he was tackled and for a moment he struggled to remain standing. Eyeing the girl on the floor he, estimating her to be in her early twenties, didn't know if the young woman was terribly afraid, intent on brutalizing him, or just really clumsy. "Are you alright?" said Raeven as he extended his hand to her, very much intent on aiding the girl in regaining her footing. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by Evelyn Fëanor on Aug 21, 2012 11:04:40 GMT -5
[style=font-family: arial; font-size: 25px; text-shadow: 0px 2px 3px #666; color: #cccccc;]WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE - - - running around leaving scars For a moment, Evelyn blinked up at the man she had so clumsily run into, her face flushing from humiliation. Evelyn wasn't usually one to be so clumsy, but with Galadriel chasing behind her... well, it was a completely different story. Almost numbly, she accepted the man's hand and allowed him to help her to her feet. "I'm sorry," she said to him, though she was obviously preoccupied.
Looking behind her, she searched the trees for any sign of Galadriel and, though she saw nothing, his voice was starting to sound more clear. She knew he wasn't too far behind and this knowledge made her ever more nervous than before. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" but before she could even finish her sentence, her attention was drawn back to the trees when the tall, dark haired elf appeared. He had been using his sword to cut down branches and anything that stood in his way.
Seeing that they were not alone, Galadriel made a great effort to seem calm and collected, but his efforts wer obvious and it was clear he was holding back rage. "I'm sorry if she has disturbed you sir," he said, trying to hide his annoyance. "Evelyn, love, now's not the time for this foolishness. Why don't you just come home with me, and we can talk about this..."
Galadriel stepped toward Evelyn and the stranger, causing his so called "love" to recoil as he held out a hand to her. She didn't want to go anywhere with Galadriel; she didn't trust him, she didn't love him, and she didn't want him in any way, shape or form. She didn't know the hunter that she had run into, but she found herself remaining close to him, as if he was the only thing that could keep Galadriel at bay. Then again, he was the only thing that kept the brutal, older elf at bay. Had the stranger not been there, Galadriel surely would have been on top of Evelyn already, no matter how much she pleaded with him. "Go to hell," she said, stubbornly. Practically growling, her betrothed started to come forth again, furious that she would talk to him in such a way with someone else present.
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Post by Raeven Faervel on Aug 21, 2012 12:10:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 376 TAGGED EVELYN NOTES ITS CRAP Though she rose to her feet and remained there, Raeven noticed something was off. She seemed fearful; as if something or someone had been chasing her. But what could inspire such fear? It couldn't be a bear; they generally stayed clear of the place and unlike humans, never attacked unless they really had to. This had to be something else but, as of yet, he wouldn't know what it could be. Raeven couldn't wrap his head around it, elves weren't prone to attacking their own kind; such a thing was an oxymoron in itself. There were some, of course, but the occurrence was rare and chasing women was just a terrible thing to do. For a moment he hoped, by the gods of the forest, that his misgivings wouldn't prove true. He had always believed that to fight another elf, was to call a terrible curse upon oneself.
"Don't worry about it-" he managed to bring out, before the hulking monstrosity that one would consider to be an elf made its way through the foliage and branches; destroying everything blocking his way. Raeven felt repulsed by it, such a disdain for nature, it was crazy. Eyeing the woman before he eyed the man, he stood corrected and instinctively his hand went for his sword; yet it remained there. The towering elf seemed old enough to be her father or his, for that matter "Yes. You should be." he huffed in a mockery of true annoyance, giving the girl a slight wink as if to say it would be okay. Who did this idiot take him for? - A human, perhaps? Raeven wasn't planning on handing the bandit his 'spoils', but he remained calm
Amused by the girl's spirit, Raeven's eyes remained firmly on the older elf. "You heard her." he added quickly, stepping in front of the fuming man. "Now do as she tells you and go to hell." he added, making no effort to hide his amusement. She sure was something; easy on the eyes and witty too! There probably was a loving husband waiting for her at home. Anticipating an especially violent reaction from the dark haired brute, Raeven pulled his sword from it's sheathe and held it at his front. He was ready. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by Evelyn Fëanor on Aug 21, 2012 12:50:44 GMT -5
[style=font-family: arial; font-size: 25px; text-shadow: 0px 2px 3px #666; color: #cccccc;]WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE - - - running around leaving scars A feeling of relief swept over Evelyn when the stranger stepped between them. She didn't have the slightest idea who he was, but she was certainly going to owe him. The corners of her mouth twitched upward as she was tempted to smile. Most women wouldn't be happy to see their fiances in such a vulnerable state, but Evelyn... Well, she loved seeing him be the vulnerable one for once.
Galadriel stopped in his tracks, looking down at the blade that was pointed right at him. "This isn't any of your concern," he said, body tense and jaw jutted forward. His hand inched toward the hilt of his own sword and he kept his eyes still upon the stranger. "This is between my betrothed and I, and if you know what's good for you, you'll sheath your blade and hold your tongue.
"Evelyn...." Galadriel said, his eyes shifting back to her. She noted the way his fingers tightened around his sword, his knuckles white. She shuddered to think of what he would have done with those hands if they were alone. "No," the stubborn, young elf said, shaking her head and staying right where she was, safe and sound, behind the hunter. "I'm not going anywhere with you, you disgusting, son of a-"
"FINE!" Galadriel said, letting go of his sword and pointing his finger threateningly at her. "But don't expect me to forget about this." Giving the hunter a dirty look, Galadriel turned on his heel and stormed of. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Evie sank to the ground and sat upon a fallen over tree trunk. She would be sure to lock her chamber door that night, but who knew if that would even hold him back.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed you," she said again, looking up at the man who had so bravely protected her. "Thank you for..." her sentence trailed off and she looked back to the spot where her betrothed had stormed off. The snowflakes falling from the sky were falling a little heavier now, but there was no way Evelyn would even dare to consider going home.
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Post by Raeven Faervel on Aug 21, 2012 15:14:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 553 TAGGED EVELYN NOTES ITS CRAP Raeven was surprised to see that the man hadn't charged at him yet. "I think you're wrong, dimwit." he replied, allowing for his calm tone to contrast with the bulky monstrosity's anger. "The woman obviously does not feel for you. That makes you what - An idiot or perhaps a rapist?" Raeven countered, but he was loath to try the big elf's patience. The bandit seemed like a man who could tear him apart with his bare hands, but that didn't mean one had to forgo doing the right thing. That would be ludicrous and it would not be correct elven behavior. When the man made an attempt to threatening him, Raeven responded by smiling a little wider. He would not move to allow him passage; the windbag could shout as much as he wanted but the hunter wouldn't budge for no one. To say that something was off about the dark haired bandit's motivations would be understating the case completely.
Observing the conversation from his position in the midst of the two, he figured the final eruption would come quickly. The black haired man, whom he guessed to be in his late forties, seemed somewhat like a fourteen year old; always intent on getting whatever he wanted and exploding whenever it wasn't readily available to him. The man's death glare provoked only a wider smile, he wasn't afraid. Dogs that barked never did bite. The man seemed like little more than a pretentious bag of wind to him. His eyes returned to the woman he had left behind. "There's no need to apologize, milady. My name is Raeven." he replied with a smile, pacing the short distance between them. Winter was a terrible mistress to the unprepared. They would do well to get back to civilization before nightfall, when temperatures dropped to freeze all in their path. So who was he? Raeven questioned, hoping he didn't step out of line posing such a question.
Lifting the deer over his shoulders once more, he looked in the direction where the man had stormed off into. "It's getting cold. We should get you home." these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by Evelyn Fëanor on Aug 23, 2012 14:33:09 GMT -5
[style=font-family: arial; font-size: 25px; text-shadow: 0px 2px 3px #666; color: #cccccc;]WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE - - - running around leaving scars Evelyn peered at Raeven, a grim smile crossing her face. "My fiance.... isn't he a catch?" she said to her rescuer, her tone tinged with bitterness. Her face fell once more when he mentioned getting her home. Home was where she would have to deal with Galadriel... home was where she had to lock her chamber door, but was likely to still stay up all night, jumping at even the smallest of noises outside her chamber. Home was somewhere that Evelyn didn't want to be, not when Galadriel was there.
"No, I'm okay," she said, her face pale. She would much rather have gone home to a lion sleeping in her chamber than the man she was betrothed to. "You don't need to worry about me," she said to Raeven, giving him a reassuring smile. She wasn't exactly reassured herself though. For all she knew, Galadriel could have still been lurking around the forest, waiting for Raeven to leave. Evelyn had once been an elf with hardly any fears, but with Galadriel, she was afraid of what lurked around every corner.
Eyeing the deer over Raeven's shoulders, Evelyn got to her feet. "I don't mean to keep you waiting, Raeven," she said, liking the feel of his name on her tongue. Please, don't feel obliged to accompany me..." A blush crept across her face and she looked away for a moment. "I'm sure you have better things to do than to keep your eye on a damsel in distress with a pig for a fiance." The corners of her soft lips twitched somewhat as she was tempted to smile.
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Post by Raeven Faervel on Aug 24, 2012 11:40:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 295 TAGGED EVELYN NOTES ITS CRAP Caught off guard, Raeven forced himself to smile. "He sure is. What great evil possessed the one who arranged it?" he wondered, this man deserved little more than to marry a hatchet. Arranged marriages never did make sense to him. One could not force love and to force one to marry someone one didn't love was like caging a bird; pointless and cruel, at least, such were his believes. What weird policies and solutions the councilors devised in their little moonlight meetings remained as much a mystery to him as the logic behind them all. "Of course. I should worry about him." he joked, pointing toward the direction in which the hulking elf had stormed off in. Raeven stepped in, locking eyes with the girl. "I do not believe you." Raeven confessed softly. He felt the man wouldn't calm down quickly, nor would he do so easily. Men like him never did anything nice and easy and to leave her standing here would be a crime in itself.
"Nonsense, it's not like I have something urgent to attend to." he retorted with a slight, well pronounced smile of his own. Raeven had to hand it to her; she sure was polite - or extraordinarily manipulative. "The road home is long. I could use the company - and the help." said Raeven, with a slight wink. "Someone has to carry the rabbits." he joked, hoping to lighten the muse somewhat. Whatever the filthy swine had done to her, it must have been terrible and he felt his blood boil when he devoted any thought to it.
"You're coming back to the village with me. I will not send you back to little Ike without being assured of your continued safety." he ordered, offering her his arm. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by Evelyn Fëanor on Aug 24, 2012 14:37:31 GMT -5
[style=font-family: arial; font-size: 25px; text-shadow: 0px 2px 3px #666; color: #cccccc;]WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE - - - running around leaving scars Evelyn looked right back at him when he locked eyes with her and, for a moment, she sat there with her lips parted to speak but no words coming from them. Her blush became more pronounced and, when she finally looked away, a smile crept across her face. Biting her lip when he offered to take her with him, she looked back to where her fiance had left. It was growing cold and late, not to mention a snow storm was li.kely on the way. Not to mention, leaving with a man she just met was a lot more appealing than going home to Galadriel.
"It would be my pleasure to accompany you," Evelyn said, taking his arm with a cheerful smile. He was warm and it took a good deal of self control not to get too close to him. She could only imagine what Galadriel's reaction would be to her getting too friendly with another man. "I suppose someone has to keep the wild animals from attacking you," she joked, pulling her cloak around herself tighter as she walked alongside him
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Post by Raeven Faervel on Aug 26, 2012 8:38:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 336 TAGGED EVELYN NOTES ITS CRAP There was something about her Raeven couldn't quite place, all he knew, was that he had just met her and already thought highly of her. He noticed the girl's blush and thought it was rather adorable, it almost made him smile, almost. It wouldn't be polite, she was trying to hide it and thus he pretended not to see it. "You honor me." he said, with a slight smile of his own. Snow began to fall at a vastly increased rate and he discerned a storm would soon be upon them, a terrible time for one to find oneself in the wilds. It was a tad too cold for them to roam safely as; it would be way too cold for them to do so once it hit them. "Indeed. I would hate to be turned into a meal." he jokingly admitted, still happy she accepted his offer. He would feel terrible having to send her back to wherever the terrible snowman had come from.
Raeven kept a brisk pace, though not too brisk as to not make it tiresome for his companion. "So Evelyn, is it? I like that name!" he admitted as he observed lights in the distance; a sign that they were very close to the village. The storm had just begun to rage in full as they made it to his house, and he quickly locked the door behind them. A comfortable fire burned in the fireplace; probably a courtesy from his brother who he had been filling in for. His home was soberly decorated and there were no pieces of furniture he had no need for. The only decorations were the bear he had 'killed' in order to be considered a man and small, rough, stone statue on his drawers - it depicted an elven deity he had held in high regard since childhood.
"You can take the bed if you wish and you are welcome to stay as long as you like." he offered, gesturing toward the piece of furniture. these dry bones cry for you |
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