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Children of Shadows [[Chaos and Noir]]

Noir

Noir

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a prιvaтe roleplay вeтween noιr and cнaoѕ​

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Vorona sat looking annoyed at the pale skinned warrior, she pursed her lips in distaste at his return. "Trap for the Orcs? You amaze me on a moment to moment basis...how you survived on your own, I do not know. But I will continue to ponder this." She bit out, looking even more displeased. "...Your coat? You left it there did you not? " She sighed and shook her head. "Do not try to help again. If you have a need...please just ask. Stop doing..."

She stood up from the small fire she had started and frowned at him. "If I thought I wouldn't survive leading your around the wood, I suppose I would have let the orcs get you the second time around." She smiled, though it was more of a bitter gesture towards him. Not that she loathed him, she was merely vexed by his actions. "Third times the charm. So try not to fuck up again."

Vorona had gone around the clearing and had gathered firewood among other sustenance, a pile of root-like eatables in a pile with mushrooms and some other foreign and odd looking things that the elf would never have seen anywhere but in the Stygian. "I'm not eating that rat....its all yours." She nodded delicately, though she wondered why the stubborn ass couldn't just take her advice for once.
 
He glared at her as she once again insulted him. "Well of course I had to leave my coat, it was covered in horrendous smelling blood." He sat down in front of the fire, and snatched up some more of the meat. It actually didn't taste that bad to him, although he always preferred meat over any other food, especially vegetables and other plants.

He scarfed down a fair portion of the meat but there was still plenty left for two more days, that rodent was huge. You might say, it was of an enormous size. He looked over at her and shook his head. "Just you wait, that trap will work perfectly and there's no doubt the smell will draw them. I may not seem very clever to you woman, but I am nearly unmatched on the battlefield."
He bit off some more meat, and chewed it obnoxiously at her. He finished his last piece, then wrapped up the rest of the meat. Now that it was cooked it didn't smell, and it's taste was that of rough leather. But if she didn't want any he'd eat it himself.

He laid back, relaxing in front of the fire, closing his eyes as he rested his head in his hands. He felt the cool breeze of wind across his chest, the tatters of his uniform gray shirt gently rustling, the curves in his muscles bending as a shiver moved through his body. The cold wind felt nice, he would be fine without his tattered coat, and he could just get a new uniform when he got back with his battalion.

He opened his eyes, and looked over at her, staring at her for a long moment, before speaking. “So what exactly where you doing in these woods? It just seems odd that you’d be wandering out here alone.” He sat back up, crossing his legs and placed his hands on his knees, looking her in the eyes. In the firelight, they were remarkably pretty, for a drow woman. He had stared pretty deep into them, giving her more then enough time to peer back into his, before looking away, off into the woods. He thought he heard something, but there were no other sounds, so he just shrugged it off.
 
She had very little to say to him other then the strongest desire to repeatedly tell him what a foolish idiot he was for not heeding her words. She had all but grown up in these woods and this idiot was going to tell her that he knew better? As if. The urge to let him consume something poisonous was almost too strong to combat. She deeply sighed and bided her time in front of the minuscule fire that she'd built.

Vorona essentially melted into the shadows, her skin and her clothing perfectly camouflaged her from normal vision. She looked over at him, surprised that he might think to start a new conversation. "I'm a...." She paused as she decided that perhaps giving him her full occupational resume perhaps was not appropriate at this time. "I am a scout. Of the elite sort. The best in my kingdom." She confirmed with a nod. "The Orcs took my scouting party by surprise, a lot of good men were killed, no one escaped, I sustained an injury and well, then I saved you." She smiled amused by how things had panned out despite the most devastating loss of her people. "It is of most importance that I get back to my kingdom so we may prepare for battle.....in this case, I think the saying applies, 'an enemy of my enemy is my ally.' in this case." She said softly. "Would your people take your word for it? That there are orcs in the Stygian wood?"
 
Elon thought about the words she said. Her scouting party, they were taken by surprise like his party. It almost made him wonder if his men were alright. But only for a moment did he wonder this. When he was knocked over the cliff they had already taken out half the orcs, and unlike her team, they were not scouts bred for speed. They were warriors bred for battle. Surprise attacks meant nothing to a proper warrior, it only meant he had to draw his blade faster. However thinking about this reminded him of something else.
His men would not wait forever. He had fallen off a cliff, and even though they still believed he was alive, they were on a mission, one of great importance that could not wait for even a moment. They needed to get out of here soon, if they didn't get out in the next two days, he might not catch up with his men.

When she asked him if his people, the ones he fought bravely for, would take his word, his heart sunk, knowing she might not like his answer. "I... I do not know... I am a high ranked officer, but I am still just a warrior. My job is to kill, nothing else. I will tell them all I know regardless though, and I will not rest until my people know the truth." His lips released a soft breath, and he looked over at her. "However, your presence will not be accepted kindly. We must find a way to hide your dark face. I do not think passing you as a slave will work, if you want to live." He shook his head. "And I do not think a simple cloak will work. I think solving this problem is your job. I will just do my part as a warrior."
He stood back up at this point, and unsheathed his drow blade. It reflected the small fire like a glistening mirror. He examined the blade, it was sharpened to a fault, and would slice through orc skin with great ease. His fingers tightened around it's grip, he was ready for tonight.
 
Vorona looked morally offended by the suggestions of hiding her coloring by any means. "Never." She growled softly, narrowing her large, dark eyes at him. "I would never. Your people may not even believe you. How am I to trust you if they don't?" She asked coldly. "I can hardly trust you, but that is for different reasons. Your race being, judgmental, idiotic, and stubborn is among your favorable qualities." She scoffed, her words dripping with sarcasm. "...I don't trust you enough to let you out of my sight, but it seems unwise to venture into your kingdom...I would wait in the woods and have you bring me your fastest horse. And if for some reason...you lied and I do make it back alive to my people. Which I will...I will bring a war so blood thirsty down on your kingdom that not even your little pale faced children would be spared. I hope we are at an understanding...." She frowned at him and stood up and sank deeper into the shadows and away from the elf. "Think about...how you're going to fix this. It is the least you can do...since everything else you've managed has only put me and yourself, in further danger."
 
Her words burned right to his heart, and enraged him greatly. Every other word from her mouth was not only an insult to him, but to his people. Sure he was not a clever man, and he was constantly endangering both their lives. But he was a warrior of the battlefield, not a sneaky scout. Subtlety was never a strong suit of his breed. But that did not excuse her words, he grew tired of her insults, and he would bare them no more.
He sprung upon her before she disappeared fully into the shadows, pressed the blade hard against her throat. At the same time he spun her back to the fire, sending both of them to the ground as he grasped both her wrists his with his free hands, pinning them above her, his muscles flexing as he used what made him a powerful warrior, his strength. That was his advantage over her. She may be easily faster then him, but he was stronger then her. This was made clear as he sat up top her belly, and easily pinned her wrists down above her head, the two of them on the ground now. The were a mere few feet from the small fire, close enough for her to feel the heat of it on her face, as he breathed heavy with anger, glaring down at her. It was clear that she was going nowhere unless he wanted her to, the blade of her people against her neck.
"Now then, drow woman," those words spoken with the spite from when they first met, "You are going to stop being such a bitch, and start playing a little nicer. I'm not asking you to like me or even respect me, but you will watch your tongue when addressing my people. You know nothing of our world, and you will do well to not speak of things you don't know." His breathing calmed as he sat upon her, his eyes taking in her face as he had her pinned.
She was rather beautiful in this light, something he had hardly noticed before. It was hard to notice now as well, he was so filled with rage, taking insult after insult from her. At this rate they would never make it out alive. They had to come to some kind of terms, make some sort of peace with each other, and as much as he hated the idea, he knew they had to start getting along, somehow.
He stared down into her eyes, studying her rage from being overpower, and withdrew his blade just enough to let her speak her own words in turn, still keeping it against her throat.

(you wanted me to play dominate, so just go with it.)
(okay, I think that's good.)
 
(Oh Chaos. You need to learn to focus and immerse yourself in the situation.)

Vorona had heard him move and spun to face him, though the blade against her throat was but a nuisance she relaxed and let him take charge. She watched with little interest as he 'trapped' her right he wanted her apparently and as soon as he opened his mouth she could have laughed at him all night long. Waiting patiently she took this time to start a mental list of everything he was saying and why and how he was wrong about it. She smiled at him, though there was no question her amusement was about the fact that she was about to mock him. She was taking a risk. There was no doubt that he probably needed her help to get out of the Stygian, she'd led him into an obscure part of the woods that would take a scout to lead him out of. Though a drow scout. Even though the Stygian was a neutral zone, it was and always had been part of their domain. What she did doubt was the fact that he could be dumb enough to over look this fact and try to avenge his people for her 'insults'.

Vorona sighed. "Are you done? Good. I would like to point out that you yourself stated your people did not trust you, and that my having wasted two days, leading you closer to your people could possibly have compromised me in mobilizing my countrymen for war. Especially if your people do not believe you. For the record, you have been stubborn and have made several idiotic decisions. I am shocked you were in charge of anyone's lives at all, ever, and I would like to give you the benefit of the doubt, but as you have continuously endangered us, I seriously doubt that you were ever, in your long life, a brilliant decision maker." She growled. "Just like now, you are angering, and possibly harming your guide to get out of the woods. I have saved your life on many occasions, little did I know I should worry about when I turn my back on you. Here you are putting my life on the line because your pride is obviously misplaced. You constantly make too much noise and if I weren't sure you were a high elf, I would say you're a human." She practically spat the word. "Now. Get. Off. Me. Or I will castrate you as retribution for this insult. Am I making myself clear? Have I made one scrap of sense to you? Your people are judgmental and stubborn. Probably not all idiotic. Now get off."
 
"A human?! A human?!" This time he shouted, his voice traveling, however he lowered his voice as he continued to speak, "I should kill you right now for such a horrendous comment! But like you said, you're my only way out. And as for my pride. I am an officer of the high elf army and second in command of the (fifth/tenth)(?) best battalion in the entire army, if I seem to be a bit arrogant, it is properly place." He shifted above her, leaning closer to her face, only two feet away, and pressing himself further against her stomach. He tightened his grip on her wrists as well, pinning them hard against the ground. She wasn't going anywhere, not until he was through with her.
"Now then, you think you're going to castrate me? You have guts for someone who has a sword to her throat. And as much as you get on my nerves, I can respect that. You have saved my life, and I owe you greatly, I have my pride, and besides my blade, that is all I have out here. Now then I am going to explain my half of the situation here. I may be a high ranked officer, but I am just a soldier. What weight do you honestly think my word will hold? I am going to do everything I can to warn my people, but the soldier's only purpose is to kill for our kingdom, our opinion is not cared for. However the town up does have an outpost of my people, there is a chance they will listen to me." His eyes stared right into hers the entire time he spoke, calm and collected for once in their time together.
"Now then, I am going to remove my blade from your throat, if you try anything, I will show you your blood. However I'd rather not, in fact, I rather like this position." He leaned his face even closer to hers, less then a foot away. "You are a very strong woman, I like that." He grinned, for a moment, then pulled his head back, "Maybe another time." He looked away for a moment, keeping his pin on her, but when he looked back, he slowly retracted his blade. "The orcs will find us eventually, I need you to survive tonight, so please, keep need the thicker wall of trees. I will take care of the orcs myself, whether you realize it or not, I can deal with them myself just fine, no matter how many there are, no matter how bad this wound is." The wound, it was clearly from an orc weapon, that might help his warnings. And his own men would have said something, wouldn't they?
 
Vorona stared at him and sighed, "Fine." She grumbled, though it was hardly submission if that was what he was seeking from her. "I have no intention to to slay you at this time. I mean to say, if you do not procure me a horse to ride back to my people and my kingdom gets slaughtered...Then I will castrate you. I think that is a fair price." She grinned and bucked a little to move him. "You're shouting is likely to bring Orcs....even here in the dense-wood..." She looked around. "Would your people believe you if you rode into town with an Orc head or two? I'd say we would bring more, but the smell of blood is enough to attract more Orcs and as much as I dislike your people we don't want a legion of Orcs marching on the city despite that they probably already know where you are." She frowned and broke free, as he was going to let her go anyway.
 
Elon pulled her to her feet, and held her firmly in too tight of a grip around her upper arm. She would not break free from his grip unless he wished her to, and he did not. "Listen my dear Vorona, I do not wish for you to die, but I can not leave you from my sight. I think hiding your face under a cloak is not a whole lot to ask. I'm going to need someone to watch my back when I enter the city, and I trust you far more then the handful of thieves that reside there. You've proven yourself to me, you are indeed a valuable ally and a trustworthy companion. I... I'm sorry I insulted your kind." He grimaced as he said those words, it was a huge hit to his pride to apologize to a drow. But he needed her, now more then ever.
"As for your plan, yes, I think gathering some orc heads will help, as will your word, but in order to use that you need to hide your race. For just one hour, that is all I ask. Once we warn my people, then you are free to do as you wish. I must return to my people, I am a soldier, and If I am absent any longer then need be, I will be court marshaled."
He heaved a sigh, and let go of her. "Just let me lead when we get to the city and do as I say until we are out. I trust you with my life, you owe me that much."
He then unsheathed his blade as he heard distant footsteps. The time to fight would so be upon them. "Swear to me Vorona, swear you will stay out of this fight, swear you will let me lead in the city alone, and my life is yours until you choose to release me. This is the deal I ask of you. Will you take it?"
 
Vorona stared him down as he helped her to her feet, she pursed her dark lips and watched him without amusement, despite her appreciation for the apology. "You are truly asking me...to walk into your kingdom?" She asked taking a deep breath. "...I....I cannot necessarily agree to that. You ask a lot." She looked away, her ears perked as she heard the Horde stomp its way towards them. She sank back into the shadows, "I cannot make that promise to you. If I have to enter the fight, which I feel like I most certainly will...Then you can expect to see my arrows and blade in the thick of it. But for your pride, I will wait a moment before I do so." She said as she backed up and took a position, drawing her bow.

[[Sorry its short. I'm just tired. But your post was good. I'll write more then a paragraph next time. ]]
 
[It's fine hun.]

"It is not for my pride, this time. Like you said, you're my only way out, I can not have you getting hurt even by a scratch. Let your arrows fly but do not let them know from where." He shook his head, and gripped the sword's handle tightly. "As for entering my kingdom.... I will find a way to protect you if you do, I swear on my life I will." As his words disappeared into the wind, the first orc came into the clearing.
Elon stepped past the lift, ready to face the orc, as it charge, its allies following, right to their deaths. The blade flashed in the light of the dieing fire, blood spraying as warrior and blade were one, moving with a shocking amount of skill and speed. She had not seen this side of him, and as the light caught his face, she could see his eyes. They were almost in a trance, his focus on nothing but death, void of emotion.
Only a moment ago he told her with a heartfelt voice, he would give his life for her, and now, nothing. Just a whirl of death with a blade of his enemy, as the common enemy of the two fell one after another. But for each orc that died, two more showed up. Their number was growing in this clearing, but he handled himself well. Any arrow she let fly would of course make it easier for him, (I type trying not to puppet) But the skill level he now fought with was nothing that she had seen before, he was on a totally different level then he had ever been around her.
 
Vorona shook her head, having a very hard time agreeing with his words. She had no desire to go into their Kingdom. While they weren't at war, their territory wasn't neutral, she could be imprisoned, it could cause issues if she were to be caught and she could not understand the unnecessary risk that Elon wanted to her to take instead of just getting her a mount to take. But his sudden change in attitude wasn't an unpleasant one, she was still questioning his motives. He was a high elf, and she would not want to put her life into his hands. She was silenced as the orcs started to seep into the clearing and in the way that the dark elf do so well, she slipped into the shadows that encompassed the clearing. With some silent maneuvering she perched on a tree branch and started to pick off some of the orcs that were just out of the circle of light, letting Elon handle whatever was inside of it. After all, he had all but summoned them here with his idiotic behaviour. She would never understand all the unnecessary risks and difficulties this man took. She also considered that perhaps he did not realize that he took them.

The threat seemed under control and she assisted him in killing some of the last few orcs. Jumping down from her branch, she landed silently and moved over to a body of a fallen readying her hunting knife, she immediately began to remove its head. "You did a better job then I expected. I would have thought you'd have been mauled...but you seem fine." She mused silently as she cut through the tough sinew. "Its still about a day and a half till we're there. I don't think that I can go into the high elf kingdom...its really...its not safe..." She shook her head and stood up, taking the orc's with her. "We need to hurry.." She said as she dropped the dripping head into a sac. knotting it off. "We've wasted too much time as it is." Vorona took off at a rather quick pace, jumping over a few of the bodies that she had dropped earlier, as she carved a new path through the woods. She needed to warn her people. It was nearly painful to have to go and tell the high elf's first. Perhaps they would be accommodating and send a hawk. But she doubted it.
 
"I told you..." Elon replied to her looks, he knew what she was thinking, she said it so many times before he recognized that look by now. "I am a soldier of the battlefield, I don't know subtly..." It was hard getting along with this drow. Not just because their people hated each other, but because she was a warrior trained to be stealthy. Their kind never got along very well, brute force and stealth. But they had come a long way over the night, they no longer wanted to kill the other.

He looked around them at the battlefield, he couldn't bother to count the amount of corpses that fell around him, so much death, and none of it phased him. He just flicked the blood off his blade, and resheathed it, before looking up to Vorona, watching her take one of their heads. "I hope this plan of yours works..." He then took after her as she rushed off, time had been wasted, and he knew it was his fault. He would make it up to her, he didn't want her dieing on his behalf, somehow, he'd pay her back.

And unfortunately, it would happen sooner then he thought. Only a few hours of travel he just happened to glance a few orcs headed their way. How did they spot the two? And how did Vorona not hear them? He glanced up at her for just a moment, as she was focused on getting through the forest as quickly as possibly, unaware of the arrow that came whizzing at her. He didn't have time to act, just think, as he shoved her out of the way, the arrow lodging in his back, sending him to the ground, a scream eminating from his mouth, that hurt more then he expected it to. "Go!" he shouted. "I'll hold them off." he stumbled back to his feet, struggling to stand as he drew his blade. He yanked the arrow out of his back with his free hand as two orcs with swords came towards him, still a fair distance away, but the orc leader was a good shot, sinking another arrow into Elon before he could dodge, opening his wound right black up as it sunk into his shoulder. "Aaarg!" He screamed again, but stumbled forward, his blade readying for the first orc. "Vorona, Get out of here!"
 
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