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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 7, 2017 9:09:42 GMT
Sweat dripping down his forehead, he ran as hard as he could as he glanced behind him in the tree covered alley to see if that... thing... was still chasing him. He grabbed the edge of his robe and wipe the sweat off his brow, he was almost out of the town, so close he could taste it. Cautiously he glanced out from behind the tree, the road out of town into the woods was clear. He took a deep breath and then... In an instant he was running as hard as he could, knocking a few farmers that were headed in to town over as he made a mad dash for the forest. One more glance behind him gave him assurance that he had made it, no one was following. As he ran though, he paused for a moment as he heard a strange whirring noise. It didn't sound like anything he had ever heard befo-
In an instant something wrapped around his legs and he slammed against the ground, his mouth filling with dirt. Frantically he rolled over, some kind of corded balls were wrapped around his ankles. He fought against them, managing to get them loose, whipping his head around to see if he was safe; where was it?! Finally! He got the cords loose, jumped up and... A strange pain filled his stomach, like a cramp, but more intense... and wet. He looked down to see a sword stuck up to its hilt inside his abdomen. His breath cut short as he followed the sword to the hand holding it, then the arm, then the face. Dark brown hair hung over lighter eyes as the man brushed it casually into place, "You were so close! Really, I was almost rooting for you!" A deep smooth voice spoke as the blade slipped out of the his stomach. The man fell back and looked at his attacker, who happened to be the defender of some, and the attack dog of others; Dorian Namara.
As the man fell back, holding his stomach, Dorian casually knelt down and wiped the blood on his sword off on the man's robes, "Did you really think you could steal from the college and have no repercussions? Unfortunately for you, had you stolen money they wouldn't have cared... But you stole books, from a college of mages... who love books, more than money. They're weird like that, I know." The man gasped for air, clutching his stomach as Dorian calmly sheathed his sword over his left shoulder and sat down Indian style in front of the man, "Where are the books? I know you're part of coven that is doing some things far outside the college's approval, or society, or basic human decency... So where are the books?"
The man, and a group of rogue mages, had stolen a set of arcane literature from the college. Books filled with some things that weren't necessarily approved. Add on top of that these mages were acting like common bandits and smearing the name of mages everywhere and in comes Dorian. He was good with situations like this, mostly because bloody hands didn't bother him as much as some at the college. Funny how keeping an institutions name clean often requires the spilling of blood in dark places. Dorian's pleasant conversation with the man was interrupted when he heard a twig snap behind him, in an instant he was on his feet with a sword in his right on.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 7, 2017 9:59:57 GMT
Before she was captured Larkin had hardly ever shifted into her furred form. And when she had it was because she had been startled or hurt, an involuntary reaction. Now though after she had spent so much time in that form she couldn’t go days on end without experiencing it. She was back home now, back to her brother and the elves. But she still needed to be careful that her hybridism didn’t become well known. Her kind had no rights, no laws to protect them. Someone could walk right up to her on the street and haul her away. Which… had happened once now. But it hadn’t been on the street but in the forest.
Once she was certain she was far enough away from Aelfmenn that she wouldn’t be seen Larkin carefully removed her clothing, consisting of a simple white dress with an overcoat, and folded them over a low hanging branch. Her boots she simply propped against the tree and hoped that no wandering thief would take advantage and swipe them. She unbraided her long ivory hair, fearful that the shift would make it uncomfortable. And slipped seamlessly into her second skin. She was a tiny thing in this form, even by rabbit standards. She was a little white blue eyed dwarf rabbit with a pair of tiny little ears set atop her skull. Briefly she felt nervous. Remembering the large rat that had very nearly killed her in this form once before, back at the cabin. She still wore the scar on the back of her neck where it had bitten her and tried to drag her away.
Her little nose twitched nervously and she ran her paws over her face a couple times to fluff her alabaster fur before she took off across the snowy earth. One good thing about winter was that she blended in. She was a little uncomfortable in this form though, the tiny babe growing in her stomach not sitting as well with this little frame. Before long she doubted she would be able to shift at all. It was all terrifying for her. The unexpected pregnancy, Felix telling her he didn’t want her any longer, now being back home but with a dark tattoo on her wrist that labeled her as little more than a common street whore. She wasn’t, of course. She had been brought there but only remained for a day before Felix had freed her. Still though the tattoo remained. A constant reminder. Just like the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. How she was going to be a mother she had no clue but already she was devouring any books that seemed like they might be helpful. Hopefully her brother Zaos would serve as a father figure of sorts for the babe. Felix, she could only assume, wanted nothing to do with her or the babe.
He had been so cold that day. Suddenly walking into their new home with the smell of a feline on his skin. He didn’t want her. It had been that simple. It had been a painful blow, one that she was still recovering from. Moving on certainly made more difficult by carrying his child…
The tiny rabbit moved along, sniffing a branch here, nibbling at a red berry there. The sound of a scuffle drew her attention. Her little body raising up on her back legs to better see. She could make out very little beyond the blur of movement. It was then that the strong stench of blood hit her and the little rabbits stomach clenched. Oh no. She was intelligent enough to want to run but curious enough to need to investigate. She reasoned with herself that she wouldn’t be seen. A white rabbit in the snow surely wouldn’t draw a wandering eye. And so she slowly crept forward, beneath a bush and closer to the sounds. ”- So where are the books?” Books? Someone was bleeding because of books? She inched closer, moving in behind a man sitting upright who was speaking calmly. The hurt one lay before him. She strained forward to better see, one tiny paw settling on a brittle branch from a nearby bush that snapped from the meager weight. She froze and the man was upright in an instant, his sword at the ready. The rabbit was frozen and just stared upward at the tall man helplessly. Her nose twitched nervously and her heart was beating so wildly that she trembled beneath his scrutiny.
Telepathically she reluctantly spoke, but only after several moments of tense silence. ”I-I can help you…find books. I can smell them.” Her blue eyes darted down to the man who had been stabbed, a shudder making her entire body convulse momentarily. So much blood. The prey animal in her was demanding she run but that hardly seemed effective…
”I think he needs help. I am not a healer….” She spoke as if he wasn’t the one to just run the man through. Reason or not she hated to see someone die.
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 8, 2017 2:46:51 GMT
There were many that questioned why Dorian was always so on edge, why any sudden movement, any noise that was unexpected, made him retaliate and prepare as if his life was in danger. The simple answer to it was the he was very experienced in combat and knew that the day you weren't ready for an attack was the day you got your throat slit. The real answer was a bit longer. It was the same answer to why he hates sleeping because of the nightmares that plague him, why sometimes in the darkness he hears whispers that may be more real than he'd like to believe; why his mind, spirit, and experience seem to be many decades older than his body. He spent over a century staring into the abyss and found that the abyss tends to stare back. Living in a plane of existence where nightmares were real and every second your life was threatened had a tendency to harden a man. Needless to say, even a small twig breaking behind him was cause to prepare for mortal combat.
He stared for a moment in silence but saw nothing. The only sound to pierce the cold air was the groans of the bleeding man on the ground, "...to the... South... a cave... " The man apparently didn't want to die as he broke his groaning to force out those words. Before Dorian could turn to reply he heard a voice. No... He felt a voice... He recognized it before, it wasn't the voice of someone speaking with their mouth, but their mind.
”I-I can help you…find books. I can smell them.” Dorian stared into the blank snow and forest in the direction of the sound earlier and the "voice". Someone that could smell books? What the hel... Carefully scanning he saw nothing, but his eye caught the every so slight movement of something by a nearby bush. He could barely make it out, but it appeared to be a... rabbit, maybe, it blended in with the snow too well, ”I think he needs help. I am not a healer….” The "voice" was gentle and soft. Again, not the sound of it but the feeling of it. He knew the elves around here had gifts similar to the magic of the mages, perhaps there was one hidden or perhaps he was hearing things... Perhaps he should really stop drinking... Perhaps he really needed a drink, come to think of it.
His gut told him that wherever the voice was coming from wasn't a threat, but he had to get them to expose themselves. He was going to bank on a bluff working, one that may pay off or get him attacked, either way it would force their hand. Quickly he sheathed the sword, grateful he had cleaned it, the man on the ground began shaking, clutching his stomach tighter, "I don't know who or where you are... But I am a healer, I found this man here." He took a few steps closer to the man, "I can save him, but I need help!" He pleaded, convincingly in his opinion.
The man groaned, "He's... ly-" Before he could finish Dorian took a step back and "accidentally" stepped on the man's stomach, stumbling as if he didn't mean to. The man screamed in pain, "Oh damn! I am... so sorry! Totally thought you were further back." He said apologetically, turning his attention back toward the direction of the sound, hoping they would show themselves before he had to start resorting to more drastic measures. After all, they may be an ally of the wounded mage.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 8, 2017 3:44:55 GMT
Silence followed her words and the little rabbit waited patiently for a reaction from the man. Did he find the man? From what little she had heard there had been a scuffle and then the stench of blood, that sword he held the likely culprit. She tilted her head to the side, tiny ears twitching. But at the mention that he needed help she decided to put her questions aside. Saving someone was more important than working out the little details. Even if they weren't so little....
She hopped toward him, front paws moving out and pulling her back legs up behind with each movement. The stranger who had spoken to her moved then and the rabbit froze. Watching with wide blue eyes as he took a step back and seemingly tripped over the hurt mage who lay on the ground. She couldn't make out what the hurt one was about to say but moved a little more hesitantly toward the two of them. Hopping around the man on his feet she hopped up on the mage's shoulder to peer down at his stomach. Her nose twitching and tiny stomach twisting from the pungent scent of both blood and his fear.
"I am not sure how I can help, but I will do what I can. What were you trying to help by stabbing him?"
Her words were soft and curious, not in the least suspicious or hard like one might expect. As far as she knew it had been an accident. But then why would he say he had found the man? Maybe he was just afraid of the repercussions. Larkin sniffed the cheek of the man who lay on the ground, her furry nose briefly rubbing against his skin in an almost reassuring manner before she turned back to the one who was standing.
She stretched upward to better see him. Front legs hanging precariously as she stood up on her back feet. She was the size of a small kitten, hardly imposing or threatening in the least. "You are a healer you said. Cant, you help him? No one should die like this in the snow." She didn't know the injured man, not the one who would stare down at her. But she didn't want to see anyone die. Her voice verged on worried now. The scent of so much blood making the first roots of panic take hold.
"Please?" She implored him. Her little front paws kicking out briefly as if to draw his attention to her.
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 8, 2017 4:37:47 GMT
Silence followed for a moment after he spoke, he saw nor heard anything. Now, Dorian was excellent at telling stories, fibbing, and fabricating exaggerations. Outright lies though weren’t his forte, mostly because he rarely saw the need for them. This wasn’t an outright lie though. This was the truth! The mage on the ground was an abomination to other mages and danger to those around him. His sickness was life and Dorian was administering his cure; death. So in that way, he actually was a healer. A damn good healer at that!... Really he should be getting paid for this art! But he wasn’t paid anything extra, just basic wages and support for being a head tracker. Really putting up with the feces of bureaucracy that the college shoveled to him was what he should be getting paid for... Dorian mentally shook himself, focus!
It wasn’t hard to focus though when he saw someone, or something rather, finally approach him. A small white rabbit hopped out from behind the bush hesitantly. Dorian watched with his mouth half open as it hopped passed him and onto the dying piece of... err... the mage. Then the rabbit seemed to investigate the mage before responding and facing Dorian.
“I am not sure how I can help, but I will do what I can. What were you trying to help by stabbing him” Dorians mouth was slightly agape. A rabbit was talking to him, he glanced at the dying man almost as if to say “are you seeing this too?”. It was not what he expected at all.
“umm...is that really important, I mean the man is dying!” Dorian said, though he was admiring the cute bunny. Er, the rabbit... that happened to be downright adorable! Seriously, look at that nose and those little paws. A slight smile rigged at the edge of his lips. Sure he could be downright ruthless at times but that didn’t mean he couldn’t notice an adorable creature when he saw one.
The rabbit spoke again, snapping Dorian back to reality. Right, dying guy that he had no interest in. At least who knew had seen this, and it didn’t appear to be a threat. Could the rabbit really smell books though, if so that was highly advantageous at the moment... wow... what a weird situation, he was going to try and manipulate a talking rabbit that could smell books into helping him. He never expected those words to cross his mind when he got up this morning, that’s for sure.
The adorable little bunny pleading with Dorian snapped him back, again. Goodness it was cute! Dorian took a step forward and knelt down by the mage, “Uh right... so his wounds are pretty bad, there’s only one way I know to heal him and it’s risky. I’m going to need you to stick your cute bunny butt by his head and keep him calm!” Dorian obviously didn’t need the rabbit, he just needed to know who had seen him. Now that he knew it was safe though, he was having too much fun to give up this farce just yet.
“I’m going to make a small incision above his chest, because blood flows downward it will drain out of that one at a slower rate first, before it gets to his stomach. This will slow down the blood flow from both wounds, since it’s smaller.” Was it bull? Yes. Was he having too much fun with this?... Oh yes.
He pulled out his dagger and as if taking great precaution, placed the tip over the mans heart. Then after several tense moments he pushed down as if he were a battlefield surgeon, and slipped the blade between the muscles of his chest. The man howled in pain.
“Oh shit, see?! Told you it’s hard! You know you hit the wrong spot when they scream like this. Take note rabbit!” he spoke authoritatively, “Keep snuggling him! It’s important! I had the angle off, I’m going in again!” he was nearly yelling, as if it was truly vital.
He pulled the dagger out, rotated it ninety degrees and slammed it down again. In an instant the man went limp and silent. Dorian paused then fell back and wiped his forehead as if he had been sweating, pulling the dagger out, “Wow that was a close one! See how he’s peacefully sleeping now, that’s when you know you got it right... isn’t it kind of cute when they pass out like this?” he said admiring the man as if he were a sleeping child, though his eyes were wide and unblinking.
“So... you can smell books?” he asked, quickly changing the subject as if none of what just happened had happened at all.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 8, 2017 5:33:20 GMT
When she was given direction Larkin was quick to comply. Literally planting her butt on the ground right beside the mage, nuzzling her furry cheek against his own fleshy one. He said it would be risky. That was worrisome. What if they couldn’t help him? What if he needed more than they could do? Larkin snuggled against his cheek, against his neck. Her little head peeking up over his collarbone to peer at the man who spoke to her. She rested her chin there and spoke telepathically. This time allowing her message to convey to both men. ”It will be ok, just stay still so he can take care of you.”
The man who was now holding a dagger and leaning over the mage was speaking again. Giving her an explanation of what he was about to do. Wait…was that how it worked? Wouldn’t another wound be a bad thing? But Larkin wasn’t a healer and thus didn’t really know. She just stared on worriedly with her blue eyes wide with concern. ”I-is that how it works? Wont that make it worse?”
But suddenly the time for questions was over. The dagger was diving down into the mages flesh, her eyes mirroring the movement in that her lids slid down to hide the sight from her. But it was a moment too late. He squalled in pain. His head jerking to the side and knocking her away a few inches. She scrambled to get back to his side, her paws resting on his forehead as I she could really hold him still. ”I think we made it worse!” She replied but moved to snuggle against his cheek at the man’s order.
The second stranger acted again, thrusting the blade deep. Again the rabbit flinched and didn’t see the blades penetration. This time, however, the reaction the thrust garnered was much different than the earlier one. Instead of screaming and writhing it was just a cool silence. She breathed a sigh of relief and bobbed her furry skull when he said that things had gone well this time but didn’t move from the mage’s cheek. He said he was adorable and Larkin twisted to look at the slack face of the man. Wait…was he even breathing?
”I can smell lots of things in this form.” She agreed with a tiny nod. She moved closer until her face was in front of the man of the ground. Noting, with a pang of regret in her gut. That he wasn’t breathing. She leapt up onto his chest then, laying down on her stomach she waited to feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing or the thrum of his heartbeat. But neither came. ”He’s dead.” She said slowly. A distinct tinge of sadness clinging to her telepathic words.
”We broke him.” She spoke again, obviously affected. ”What do we do!?! Can we…what can we do?” She looked to Dorian’s blade with worry clear in the way she held herself. ”I-I don’t think you did it right!”
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 9, 2017 6:01:34 GMT
At the rabbit's reply, which he couldn't believe he was actually even waiting for the reply from a rabbit. Was it some kind of werebeast, a curse, a special telepathic bunny? Regardless, with how innocent it seemed, he didn't feel it was lying when it said it could smell books and to be honest, Dorian had seem a lot more outlandish things than this during his life. So, at the rabbit's reply his face got a bit more serious. He casually wiped his dagger on the "healed" mages robes and slipped it back into his boot. "Excellent, then I believe we should head South. You can use your little sniffer to help me fin-" He was interrupted by the sudden telepathic voice in his head. For a moment he was in shock, not because the mage was dead. Obviously he was dead. Dorian just shoved a six inch blade straight into his heart! What was shocking was the rabbit actually seemed to think he had tried to heal him. He took this as far more amusing than he probably should have.
”We broke him. What do we do!?! Can we…what can we do? I-I don’t think you did it right!” The panic in the rabbit's "voice" was unmistakable. Not to mention how rapidly it seemed to be shooting out the questions of concern with what to do. Dorian did miss a beat though, his face grew concerned with the change it's voice. Which the "voice" sounded female... So he could only assume that the "it" was in fact a "she". So as he spoke he grabbed the man's wrist and held it for a moment.
Then with a positive nod, and affirming smile of success he looked at the rabbit, "No, no... I think he's quite alright. In the healing business this is something we like to call a 'stasis'. He seems to be completely stasified right now." He dropped the hand of the dead man on the ground and stood up, "Or he could possibly be dead, it's hard to tell at this point really, I mean I'm not the best healer." He said with a laugh as if the whole situation were quite funny, regardless if the man was dead or not.
With a charming smile he placed a hand on the tree the man's body laid against, "But I think we handled that very well. You did a great job, obviously I feel I put more work into so mine was probably a little better, but you were definitely in there so I give you effort points for that one." He spoke positively and upbeat as if congratulating a group on a successful practice, "So overall I say go us!... Really. Pat on the backs all around, you, me... mostly me... but you too. I feel like we could be a great pairing, like a team or something."
He narrowed his eyes and stared into the distance as if thinking deeply, "Team bunny mages... No no!... The hare healers! I like it!" He motioned with his hand as if the words were spread across an imaginary banner.
"Anyways, I feel you're really underestimating how important these books are, so stay focused, we are team remember! We're in this together, let's find that book and heal some people! So let's head South and you lead?" He inquired, not entirely sure how her book sniffing skills worked, "Or want me to carry you or something? I've been known to give a good belly rub... I'm highly rated by all the local dogs." He said with another charming smile, before taking a small step to the South.
This, as much as combat prowess, was what Dorian was known for. Talking very fast, and twisting his words faster than people can keep up with what was really happening. Though he didn't know why, something told him that he was going to highly enjoy his time with this rabbit. Assuming the rabbit was really and he wasn't completely drunk or had been poisoned with hallucinogens. That was so embarrassing last time...
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 9, 2017 9:43:20 GMT
She couldn't keep up with him. Stasis? What was that? But he could be dead too? Her furry lips twitched and had she been in human form she would have frowned. "I-" She attempted to argue but her words were feeble and unsure. She knew so little about healing that she basically couldn't contradict him. But at the same time, she knew this mages heart was no longer beating. Larkin stared worriedly at the dead man's face. "If you are not a good healer then why try to heal him?" She inquired.
Suddenly the stranger was gushing compliments and happy words. Acting as if they had actually accomplished something and not just killed a man. "I didn't-" She began again but her words were tumbled over by his exuberant ones. What on earth was he talking about now? A nickname? She couldn't keep up and she was very quickly getting a headache. "I don't understand.." She eventually said softly in defeat. Her tiny ears twisted toward the tall man when he spoke again. Hopefully not with even more confusing words.
The thought of being carried was appealing, just because it would mean that she could snuggle into those warm arms of his and get her paws off the cold snow. But she knew she would fall asleep if she did. The body heat of others could lull her to sleep very quickly. It was strange how memories would crop up at the oddest times. A memory of Felix carrying her as he escaped Cendra with her in his arms. The gentle sway of his footsteps. His warmth against her side. She had fallen asleep then, even injured as she was. It was a sure fire way to make the rabbit stop talking.
”I can make it on my own, but thank you. I’ll help you find your books. Especially if they will help heal others…” She nuzzled the dead man’s cheek and moved to his side. Preparing to leap from him and onto the hard crust of the snow. Her foot slipped in, of course, blood. And the tiny rabbit did some weird twisting and turning before landing on her rump in the snow. Her nose twitched as she caught her breath and began to move. Heading in the direction she knew to be south but also following an earlier scent from the man. It was weak, but there.
”I’ve never had a belly rub.” She admitted, a little embarrassed. He said it like it was something she should know about. ”You can speak to dogs? That must be nice. I think they would have lots to talk about.” While she spoke she was hopping steadily along. Her bloodied back feet leaving small bloody footprints in the snow with each hop. A bloodied tiny little prey animal hopping through the forest. It was a recipe for disaster.
”Other rabbits cant really understand me…or at least they act like they cant. Maybe I just need more practice. I haven’t been taking this form for very long now. Just the last few months.” She would sniff and alter their path every so often. Eventually the crimson liquid all but wiped away from the pads of her foot but staining the alabaster fur. She paused to look back at him, standing on her back legs so that her torso could twist and better see him.
”Are you a mage too? Will you tell me your name?” A twitch of her nose then that would make her whiskers dance. ”I’m Larkin.”
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 9, 2017 22:17:29 GMT
"Oh they will help heal many people, and many people will need to be healed in order to find them I imagine." Dorian had a sneaking suspicion that his definition of the word "heal" and the poor bunny's definition of the word were very opposite indeed. Though it was true, the many people were going to require medical assistance for the disease they had called 'life' for stealing those books. The books themselves would heal no one, unless you considered arcane dark magic a source of healing. In that case, yes the books would heal the entire continent. Though Dorian was strongly opposed to the restriction the college placed on mages studies, denying them access to these books was probably not a bad idea.
As the rabbit spoke, Dorian couldn't help but smile a bit, "You've never had a belly rub?! Well they're quite magical I assure you, and everyone is doing them... As for the dogs, yes I speak to them, you can't?" He asked as if it were common place. Poor rabbit, by the time this day was done no one was going to believe where she had been. With a healer that talked to dogs, rubbed belly's, and healed people by stopping their heart from beating. Then again, by the time he got back to the college, few were going to believe he found the books because of a book smelling rabbit that tried to snuggle a dying man's cheek to keep him alive. Seems they were both in a sort of fairy-tale at this point.
At the words 'this form' though, Dorian paid a bit more attention to the cute bunny. This form? So she had to be a werebeast of some sort. He had met a few, and heard rumors that the species could change their form into nearly any animal, but a rabbit? Much less a tiny adorable rabbit? That was something he hadn't heard of, but it certainly made more sense than a random talking rabbit in the middle of the woods. At her question and introduction he paused for a moment, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Larkin is it? To your question, yes I am a mage. My name is Dorian..." Before he gave his full name he couldn't help but pause for a moment. Namara. He seriously needed to live it down but he couldn't help but feel a disappointment in his name even now. His father going psycho, his grandfather and greatgrandfather committing atrocities during the great wars... It was unlikely the rabbit had heard his name, but he didn't want to risk it.
Suddenly, a cold chill ran down his back and the hair on his neck stood at attention. "We must be close, do you smell anything little Larkin bunny?" The twisting of his gut was experience telling him something dangerous was nearby.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 10, 2017 8:06:38 GMT
He said the books would heal many people and that to Larkin was a good enough reason to find them. But being the type of person she was if someone had just asked her for help she would have given it regardless of if it was a noble cause or a more personal one. He spoke of the belly rub again and her ears drooped down a little. How had she now known about something so 'important'? Was it just what it sounded like? Someone rubbing her another's belly? "No, I cant. I can't even really speak to other rabbits. I think they sense that I'm different than they are." Her nose twitched on that note as it seemed to often do.
They continued on. Larkin's tiny form hopping across the hard crust of the snow. Dorian's crunching steps following behind. "Mages came to the Grand Library a lot. Back in Aelfmenn. Have you ever been to it? If not then you should go! I was an apprentice to the lore keeper there until....until things happened." Her voice dropped away for a moment, obviously dealing with some memories that sat heavily on her tiny heart. "Anyway,Dorian is a good name. I've seen it in a few books. I am glad to meet you as well." Her phasing could come out a little 'off' sometimes, her words not fitting together in a way most people would use them. Something easily chocked up to all her years of solitude. She had become quite the hermit really. The occasional company of her brother making of the majority of her interactions.
She hoped along until something felt ....off. She had frozen in place when Dorian's deep voice rolled down to her. What was that? Was something here...a field? A barrier of some sort? Maybe it was just an alarm system for the maker. But something was making her hair stand on end. "I-" But her telepathic reply broke off suddenly as a massive ball of black energy was suddenly launched from seemingly nowhere. She didn't have time to alert Dorian but he likely would see it as soon as she did. Thankfully for the rabbit the ball was direct toward the tall man and not the little rabbit at his feet. She bolted to the side, her small feet kicking up snow as she struggled to avoid the blast.
She happened to catch just the edge of it and it sent her tumbling, shaken up but unhurt. She scrambled to get back to her feet after being thrown like a bunny baseball and turned her blue eyes to where Dorian had been standing. "Dorian!" She called, movement drawing her gaze to the direction of the blast where two mages stood. One apparently having created the attack.
"Well if they didn't send a Namara after us! How quaint." He scoffed, tossing his head to get his long black hair away from his face. "You should give up now Dorian, before someone gets hurt." The rabbit was seemingly unnoticed. Not surprising really. She remained silent and waited. Hoping Dorian was alright.
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 11, 2017 20:29:19 GMT
Dorian had to admit, the rabbit, 'Larkin' as she called herself, was highly entertaining. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, there was something about her that just seemed... innocent. A bit strange, eager, and apparently quite easy to convince (considering he had a feeling that she still might be toying with the idea that he was actually a healer), but innocent. It was odd for him to meet anybody at these times that had that sort of innocence to them. Most was lost early, destroyed, and any hope for good in people was gone... Then again, that may have just been Dorian thinking about himself.
It would seem however that when Dorian stopped due to the strange sensation, the rabbit felt it too. He had been glancing aroudn behind them and through the treetops, but when he looked forward he saw the rabbit frozen as if trying to figure out the sensation as well. Then everything switched from rational thought to pure instinct as he heard a familiar crackle of dark energy fill the air only to see it soaring through the trees in front of the rabbit. He had no time to say anything, only enough time for muscle memory and reaction to take over. He pushed with his right foot sharply to pivot out of the way, only he momentarily forget he was standing on nearly solid ice. His foot gave out and he slipped, the black ball catching him and ripping him backwards against the nearby tree.
That... That was really going to hurt tomorrow, it was a stupid mistake. Stupid mistakes end in death, so he was lucky he got pain. One stupid mistake, that was all he granted them. Pushing himself up with a rough cough, he dusted of the snow, "Give up before someone get's hurt huh? HA!" He let out a sharp sarcastic laugh, "There's only one problem with that..."
What happened next seemed to move as if time itself had sped up. Dorian ran at the mages, grabbing the hilt of both swords that were sticking over his left shoulder. As he pulled them at he slashed the air in front of him, and the snow and ice itself underneath him lifted and sprayed forward toward the mages, completely blocking their view of him. In the same movement, he lifted both hands up, glanced on the snow covered limbs above him, he pulled both hands down. The piles of snow broke free from their place above the mages and fell freely toward them.
By now the mages were only a yard or two from him, he didn't wait to see what their reaction to the snow was. He turned toward the mage on his left, the one that hadn't been talking. There was a small between them, Dorian ran to the opposite side of the side from the distracted mage, and slid feet first past the tree and the mage. It gave him a perfect shot to slide his blades along the heel of the mage, and with the blood the sprayed out so came a scream from the mage. Before the man could even fall completely to the ground, Dorian lifted his blades and slammed them into his chest. All in all the entire scene had happened so fast for the mages it may have been hard to tell where Dorian had even come from. However, since he often refused to use his true magic unless the situation was very dangerous, this is how he had learned to fight. Mages were very powerful, but so were speed and deception in the right hands.
Looking directly at the dark haired, talkative mage, he spoke as he slipped the blades out of the "healed" mages body, "... Looks like somebody already did get hurt." If it wasn't clear before, it was now. Dorian was not here to talk or barter for the books. He was sent to destroy this coven completely as well.
Bracing himself for the mages retaliation he shouted toward the last place he saw the rabbit, "Larkin, are you alive?... there's a cave near here, find the entrance and wait for me... I'm going to heal this man."
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 12, 2017 16:42:13 GMT
Things happened quickly after the mages words broke the cold air. Larkin sat unmoving where she had rolled too after being thrown. Her little heart was beating rapidly and each breath created a small plume in front of her whiskered face. Dorian’s reply came not long after and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried he hadn’t moved in time. He did have a lot more of himself to move than she did, after all.
Things happened quickly after that and the little rabbit could barely keep track of it all. Dorian moved quickly. Surging in and out of her sight quickly. He would appear and then disappear with a toss up of snow. Appear then be gone again as snow would fall down from the trees. He appeared again and Larkin’s blue eyes widened when she saw his blade slip into the chest of the mage. The movement smooth and practiced. Was this how the man from before had been stabbed?
She had turned away when the blades struck home but that didn’t stop the sound of blood hitting snow from reaching her ears. Nor the strong smell of blood from assaulting her sensitive nose. Her stomach flopped and had rabbits the ability to vomit she would have likely lost her stomach contents. But they couldn’t and suddenly Dorian was speaking again. This time to her.
”I-I am!” She answered dumbly. Of course he would know she was alive as soon as she conveyed any message to him. The cave he said. She turned and tried to peer over the snow. ”Ok, I’ll try!” She answered again. But it was his last comment that made her hesitate, her already large eyes growing larger. ”I’m starting to think we have different ideas of healing…”
She didn’t very well want to sit there and watch more bloodshed either. With small determined hops the rabbit made her way toward the cave. It was fairly massive and its dark depths threatened to swallow her whole. Larkin went no further than the mouth of the cave, turning to look worriedly over her shoulder. ”Dorian its-“ Her words were cut short when suddenly a hand grabbed at her short ears and effectively lifted her off her feet.
A shrill rabbit scream echoed down the cave and out across the snow. It was painful, being picked up that way and she reactively went limp as to try to avoid further pain. Tears sprang to her large eyes, someone held her up for examination. Another mage, she could only assume. The woman’s cold eyes glared at the rabbit and she reached out to settle her other hand around the tiny beast’s throat. ”A rabbit were? What a waste.” Larkin didn’t move, just stared at the woman whose fingers were starting to squeeze her throat. As the pressure increased the rabbit finally began to struggle. Desperation setting in when her vision started getting dark around the edges.
The shift was sudden. One moment the mage was holding a rabbit by her ears and throat. The next it was a lithe woman who appeared to be elven, her fingers wrapped in the girls long ivory locks and her fingers squeezing her soft throat. But wait…werebeasts weren’t elven-As if to punctuate that thought Larkin used her second ability to suddenly jerk a book from the cavernous darkness and sent it flying against the back of the mages skull.
It hit with a heavy thud and the mage immediately released her. Larkin stumbled back, coughing and holding her throat. Her large blue eyes full of tears as she pulled long painful breaths into her lungs. She took no notice of the fact that she was naked, nor that the mage was no longer breathing, her only focus being on her next breath and how much it burned.
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 14, 2017 4:48:16 GMT
"You have no idea." Dorian thought to himself at the rabbit's telepathic words to him. Not only did they have different ideas of healing, they probably also had different ideas of nourishing your body, sleeping, have a little bit of alcohol, and having a private conversation with a woman. Needless to say, he had a feeling that the woman had a delicate mind, so he would likely never expound to her what all of these differences of meanings actually meant to him. As the creature scurried off, Dorian didn't move a muscle, like a statue in place with his weapons drawn and ready staring at the mage across from him; who likewise didn't move. The first move in any duel more often than now would either leave you open to a counter attack, or cleanly overpower your enemy and set them up for a killing blow. So being the first to move was not always the best thing, and sometimes it would be the only thing to save your life.
"I've read stories about your great grand-father... That college is restraining you from what you could become if you expounded your knowledge with us instead." The dark haired mage spoke, but Dorian only heard him moving from a position of power, threatening him before, to bargaining; trying to convince Dorian to join them. He knew that in the mage's mind, he was beginning to contemplate the idea that Dorian was going to kill him... As such, he had already lost.
"My purpose at the college is not that of a student." Dorian strafed slowly to the right, the mage mirroring him with a movement to the left; paying absolutely no attention to the branch of snow he was moving under.
"Oh? Then what is it, custodian? To clean up their messes?" The mage sneered. "Very close actually, I'm a saving grace for those born to our people..." Dorian responded, reaching up quickly as if grabbing the snow on the branch from a distance and pulling down.The reaction got an instant response by the mage, who instantly threw another massive ball of black energy at Dorian, the same time the large pile of snow fell from the tree above. Dorian was prepared this time and dove to the side as the ball of energy slammed into a tree behind him and nearly snapped it in half. As the snow pile of snow hit the mage, who peddled backward rapidly and flailed to clear his vision, a shadow moved through the snow and landed on the mage, burying both swords deep into his chest.
Knocking the mage backward and landing with his knees on the man's chest, Dorian stared at him and leaned down as if to whisper as the man made several guttural noises chocking through the sanguine liquid filling his mouth. "...and an undertaker to bury the college's mistakes." The words were barely above a whisper to the man who was already dead.In the next moment he snapped his head up, "hearing" his friend's shouts get cut off as she called for him but didn't finish. Considering the circumstances it was probably safe to say that there was a problem. Dorian hard through the snow, sword still drawn to the direction he thought he "heard" the voice. He didn't dare shout her name though, if there was danger it might possibly draw more to the poor woman.
Wait... Did he actually care if she got hurt? That was a new one on him. Oh wait, cute rabbit, right. Adorable creatures had a tendency to find the very very tiny soft spot deep inside the black abyss if his soul. Puppies and bunnies, they would likely be his undoing some day. Regardless, he had to save the cute rabbit! Cute things didn't deserve to die after all! After a few moments he caught out of the corner of his eye a darkness to his left: The mouth of a cave. He ran toward the entrance and saw... a butt!... a butt? A very white butt. One (meaning Dorian) might even describe it as a lithe and somewhat attractive female butt. In fact with the presence of the butt he almost didn't notice the form of a mage unconscious on the ground. Putting two and two together, the butt, the person connected to the butt, and the knocked out mage, he was going to make an assumption that this was in fact the real Larkin.
"Larkin?" He asked curiously, circling around the woman who was obviously struggling for air, "You have a butt.... I mean... Are you ok? What happened?" There was some movement from the mage on the ground. Without hesitation Dorian sheathed a single sword, walked to the mage, knelt on her chest, and slid the blade of his other sword across her neck. Noticing a book laying by her now dead body, he grabbed it and examined the spine. At that same moment, the noise of several voices could be heard inside the cave. He glanced into the darkness of the cave, then slid a leather knapsack he had tied to him off, and slipped the book inside.
"Listen, I've got to go in there and heal every person I can until I find all of the books these people took. It might be best if you leave. This might not be the safest place for a rabbits or butts right now... Not that I'm going to do do anything to their butts, but they might do things to yours... with yours... Man it all sounds wrong..." He said shaking his head, and staring into the cave with determination... Not because he was determinate to go do this, but more because he was trying really hard to not look at the naked woman behind him... Because he liked naked women, and society told him that staring at them when they didn't intend to be naked was a bad thing.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 14, 2017 11:02:43 GMT
By the time Dorian arrived her breaths weren't quite as ragged or desperate. Although she did still cough occasionally. She turned to look at him and it was only when he mentioned her butt that Larkin took notice of her elven form....the fact that it was stark naked. Her blue eyes widened into saucers and she wrapped her arms around herself with a startled sound. Her voice when it came would sound like the telepathic version. if a little scratchy from the abuse her throat had endured. "You don't have a butt?? I mean yes I'm ok. She tried to choke me...so I-"
She looked at the book when he picked it up, certain his eyes were elsewhere she crouched down then to check on the woman. Frowning when she couldn't feel her breath on her fingertips. Had she hit her that hard with the book? Her frown deepened but Larkin began to silently work the long coat the woman wore down her back and off her arms. "Was that one of the books?" She inquired as she slipped the coat around her body. It swallowed her but after doing all the buttons it did at least obscure her naked form and keep her a little warmer.
He said she would leave and Larkin was about to refuse, to say that he might need help. But then he started to make comments about butts and what they might do to hers. A concerned look came to her face and she wrapped her arms around herself. "I....you might need help." She argued weakly. Still wondering what all he might be referring to when he said they might do things to her butt. She wasn't as completely innocent as she might appear. She had spent a few months with Felix and was now carrying his child after all. But even so, she didn't see the possible perverse meaning behind his words in the least. Instead assuming that maybe these mages would literally take her butt somehow. She didn't really have much of one really...but she was rather attached to what she did have.
The long coat hung down to the little hybrids knees. She stepped closer to the dark gaping hole of the cave and winced at the voices she could hear there. "...I have paper magic. I can grab the books if you can distract them? Maybe...." She worried her lip with her teeth and looked tentatively back to Dorian. Her cheeks still bright red from the brief moments of being nude in his presence.
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 23, 2017 9:09:57 GMT
"Of course I have a butt, a very nice one in fact. Maybe one day I'll let you see it, but that's very beside the point. Just surprised is all... It's not often you get the opportunity to watch a rabbit turn into an Elf." He spoke softly, but the latter part of his statement was said more pointedly with a slight glance back at her. Dorian understood the fear some hybrids had, he also understood why some people hated them. However, as a man with his past and who still hears whispers in the dark corners of his own mind speaking to him, and then sometimes speaks back, he was hardly one to judge. He just focused on his job, and his peoples needs, leaving society and politics to deal with everything else. He also may have glanced back at her not to drive home the point that he knew she was a hybrid, but to see her lithe naked body again, but it wasn't likely. It was probable, but he wouldn't be so childish as to just want to see a naked elf... So, yes, he completely glanced back just to see if he could spot more than just a butt, "I'm glad you're ok though." He said, eyes firmly forward into the darkness once more.
Was he actually glad she was well? Normally he cared very little. Perhaps something about her original naivety gave him a small ounce of compassion toward her. At her question he responded though, "Yes, one of three. They are tomes with ancient rites and incantations that allow knowledge and access of necromancy and a plane that I... That is very dangerous to people of this world... and all of their cumulative butts, not just yours." No, he wasn't still thinking about hers... Maybe just a little. Though he didn't tell her everything, she seemed open with him so he might as well let her know what type of mages they were about to confront; lawless ones. Dead and demons were not something to be toyed with outside governed observation. As much as Dorian openly opposed the restrictions on mages, this didn't mean that anyone should be allowed unrestricted access to things of this nature.
The sound of movement near him made brought his gave from the darkness of the cavern entrance to the pale beauty next to him. Admittedly, there was a tiny bit of disappointment that she was now covered, "Paper magic?" Dorian asked with a brow slightly raised, "Well, you are full of little surprises aren't you my Elven Rabbit?" He said coyly, mulling over her offer. She did help him find the cave, but the possible horrors within made him hesitate. If she were killed, that would be blood on his hands that wasn't so easily "washed off" like that of the mages he was about to execute. Still, company wasn't a bad thing, especially as attractive as this was and perhaps she could be of use to him.
"Alright, you can help, but you do what I say when I say to do it." It wasn't a question, or a command, just a statement. Turning back to the women he paid a bit more attention to her face, noticing a red tinge grace her cheeks. A coy smile tugged at the edge of his lips, "...And keep that coat tight, it'd be a shame for all four of your cheeks to turn red." With that he took his first step into the darkness.
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