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Post by Alarice Frozen-Heart . on Jan 5, 2013 14:48:09 GMT -8
One is never alonein the wilderness
The wilderness is definitely the place were Alarice feels most at home. Of course the wooden house in Riften is her childhood home. But ever since she entered the wilderness she never belt so comfortable. Maybe it's because she's all alone here. Technically she isn't all alone in the wilderness, there are all sorts of animals from birds to foxes to dangerous sabers. Even with all it's dangers Alarice still felt at ease. The air is fresh and the sound is nothing but relaxing. The birds singing, the leaves making their own sounds when the wind blows and the communicating elk. The scenery is always stunning is usual. Some may find it creepy when others find it breath taking. For Alarice this is home.
It's winter and the air is thin and crispy. The winds that blew were cold and mercyless. It's below freezing point and food is scarce. Alarice had been wandering in the wilderness for four days now. Even below freezing point she can survive alone in this place. This morning she went to a flowing river and refilled her water container. For food she simply kills something and eats it. Since food is scarce she tries to be careful on wasting energy. Though sometimes you can walk into a dead carcass which is perfectly eatable thanks to the snow keeping the meat fresh. Some say that she is crazy, others say that she just likes to play a game called survival everyday. A game of survival is simply a challenge to keep herself alert and fit.
Aryr, Alarice's wolf companion follows her trough thick and thin. The two has created such a close bond that they are almost inseparable. Alarice might be a loner, but Aryr just doesn't apply to it. The wolf keeps her warm on extreme winter nights. Of course being a Nord gives one advantages when in the cold, but sometimes it can get extremely cold. Right now the temperature was just about right. Snow is falling lightly from the sky and the winds were all being contained by the dense forest. Alarice has set out to find snowberries today. She had been walking all day, so far she has bag full of berries. But she aims to fill two bags with snowberries. One for consuming and the second for making alchemy potions.
As she walked trough the thick snow she spotted red dots in the distance. She walked towards the bush and knelt down in the snow. She opened her bag and started to pick the berries. Aryr the wolf sat down and simply looked around. As she picked the berries she sometimes couldn't resist but eat a few. These berries tastes pretty good! Hearing a low growl from Aryr, Alarice dropped the berries she had in her hand in her bag. She looked at the wolf and then towards the direction the wolf was looking at. Alarice reached for her bow, she remained knelt down and hidden behind the bush. She reached for an arrow, then prepared her bow. She listened carefully wondering what it can be. She tried peeking trough the bush to see, but there were more snowberry bushes that blocked her view. She will have to rely on sound now.
TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Balthazar Evennail .
ex-blade & mercenary %7C neutral %7C luke's
I'll always find my place among the ashes.
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Post by Balthazar Evennail . on Jan 5, 2013 19:26:01 GMT -8
Carve your name in my heart ”Don’t ever let this kill your light.”
The final words of his sister drifted around inside Balthazar’s head, but he silenced them with more swings of his blade. Blood splattered the virgin snow, staining the purity red with death. The Thalmor he had come across were well-trained and well-armed as they always were, but he had grown accustomed to guerilla warfare, and he had his own tricks.
The garnet of his ring glittered when he blocked a fireball with its ward, and the elf screeched in agony when his sword fell to her neck, severing tendon, muscle and spine. A cruel laugh escaped him as one of the wounded Mer tried to crawl away, his shoulder severed down to the bone. If Balthazar’s memory served, that was the first wound he had inflicted when he sprang from the bushes.
“Hurts…doesn’t it?” He asked, coming to stand by the golden skinned man, his eyes cast heavenward. The elf tried to speak, no doubt some jibe, so horrible barb of a dying being. The mercenary didn’t give him the chance. The katana’s edge slammed hard into the center of the Altmer’s back, easily gliding through robe, flesh and bone. A cough of blood and phlegm and the elf drew breath no more. The sound of the blade withdrawing through the torn flesh felt like music to the madman’s ears, but he didn’t dwell. He dared not.
He was quick – professional almost as he went about cleaning his blade and checking the bodies for kill-orders put out on him, his paranoia getting the better of him. He – of course – found nothing relating to him. The Thalmor had long ago ceased their efforts in tracking him down. It always ended with his escape and a lot of dead elves. Sheathing his blade, Balthazar was back in the forest, moving briskly in between the trees, casting a glance over his shoulder every so often.
He kept his pace for a good part of the day, travelling deeper and deeper into the woods. He was headed in the general direction of Falkreath, he knew, but beyond that; he was just happy to have his thoughts.
And then he heard the growl of a wolf behind a snowberry bush. It would’ve been a simple thing normally. He’d have wandered too close to a wolf’s den, and he’d simply keep his distance and keep on his way. But it was the sound of an arrow being drawn into the string of a bow that brought his hand to his blade, unsheathing only a fraction of it.
“I have little patience for games. If you mean to attempt to kill me, either loose your arrow or step forth so we may settle the matter.” His voice was hard and he drew the rest of his sword, the akaviri metal gleaming in the fading sunlight. STARRING:Balthazar and Alarice | WORDS: 508 | OUTFIT: Light chainmail
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Post by Alarice Frozen-Heart . on Jan 6, 2013 5:54:04 GMT -8
One is never alonein the wilderness
Alarice glanced at Aryr, the wolf was still looking in the same direction. Since she couldn't see the man, she tried to scent the air. The smell of snowberries was still thick in the air. She slowly inhaled and exhaled. The scent of blood drifted into her nose. 'This guy has blood on him.' She thought. Alarice signaled for Aryr to go, it was a simple motion of her finger. The wolf without hesitation got up and slowly sneaked it's way to the other side. Alarice leaned somewhat forward closing her bag with her knee. As the few seconds past by and she didn't hear any footsteps she knew that the man knew of her location. 'Great.' She thought, thinking that Aryr's growl gave the two away. The sound of a blade unsheating could be heard. So the man knows that she is there.
If he unsheathed his blade, that means that he is ready to defend himself. Well any sane person would draw their weapon. It's not like the forest is a fairytale come true. It's dangerous and one needs to be alert at all times. Alarice too immediatilly drew her bow and arrow when she heard Aryr growl. The man then spoke in a hard voice, while speaking Alarice can hear him draw the rest of his blade out. 'He must have a sword as a weapon.' She thought trying to analyze the sitation. So it's a male, he carries the scent of blood on him and he has a sword, not to forget that he has little patience. Alarice isn't the type to withdraw her weapon when a stranger tells her to.
He didn't exactly tell her to withdraw her weapon, he is ready to fight too. Judging from where the sound came, she aimed her arrow in that direction. She slowly stood up. Her ears never failed her, she was pointing her arrow right at the man. Her green optics were focused on the rather tall man. By the looks of it he is probably a Nord.
Sheathe your weapon and I shall withdraw mine.
[/color] She said her voice loud and clear. Alarice doesn't judge anyone, so she isn't judging this man. He probably isn't stupid and would know that the wolf has gone somewhere. If he can think a bit further, he'd know that the wolf is probably her companion and would be hiding somewhere in the bushes waiting to lunge. If he doesn't sheathe his sword, then things might get very tense between the two. To be honest Alarice isn't in the mood to fight someone. She simply wants him gone so that she can continue collecting her berries. [/blockquote] [/div] TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 [/center]
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