The second meeting of the Val's

?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: :: The Tavern had seemed silent and calm. The atmosphere perfect for his
meditations and loose thoughts. For here he were not a teacher, a leader nor a
warrior. Here he were a simple man. A patron and friend to the owner of the
Sign. But despite the


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: simple thoughts, nothing could have disguised the aura of dismay about him.
That which carried the sorrow of many he had slain. A click before and he
looked over towards the front entrance. A man stepped through, stern and
purposeful. He sat upon the


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: chair nearest his self and his expression seemed full. With a silent nod of
respect to him, Valafar bowed his head. Silvery threads which had escaped being
tied back against his skull, hung within the air for a moment untill he stood.
But his greeting


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: to the man was short lived as the woman in question made an appearence. Back
straightend and he turned to face Fiona as she closed the door subtely. The
sight of her made his chin lift somewhat, and something within his lips to
stir. Perhaps a grin.


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: But that too was short-lived. A heavy atmosphere followed her and it was so
thick it was almost tangiable. A frown knitted to pale flesh. She stood before
him and her one word would instantly cause his head to dip low in respect. His
eyes also. Golden


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: ovals closed loosely as he completed the bow and straightend, opening them to
gaze down into her familar eyes. His voice she would remember, and still it
were the same. Lulling and dark, smoothly accented with Elven origin. "
Fiona. Dear Lady. Long it


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: has been since I saw you. Perhaps too long...". But he trailed off
there. Still feeling the heaviness of the atomsphere. ::





ØVallynØ
: -Run. Thats all that could come in this whole notion as the beasts captured
their interest with the prey before them. Trees were dodged, and yet they
cursed the trees to which clapped to the beast. Eyes set to the front; a
hunter. Fur captured the winds->


ØVallynØ
: and combed over its body with each running step they took. Breath suspended
in motion, the being being chased would find nothing more than a vast desert of
trees and a carpet of leaves which littered the floor. Not even the animals
seemed to cry out for->


ØVallynØ
: help. All was silent, all was...well, alienating to the eyes of the beholder.
A sudden bush appeared as an obsticle...futile was it to stop them from their
run and even more, it protruded at their courage, attempting the bound one to
change tactics.->


ØVallynØ
: Indeed a tree would have been favoured if they didn't think the animal to
climb it just as the riding lizards of the dark caverns. So that was far from
the question and... quite frankly, she hadn't finished her training to defeat
the large mammal with ->


ØVallynØ
: simply the blood of the void. A sudden stop came and the person would soon
weave to the side to dodge the bush and hopefully send the charging animal into
them while a dagger was to be dislodged from its sheath within the woolen cloak
they still dared ->


ØVallynØ
: not to remove at this time. such an odd dagger it was in truth. Carvings.
Rituals. The undeniable sustanability that her culture was apart of that dagger
just as that dagger was apart of it. As the bear; the large creature became
tangled in the thorns ->


ØVallynØ
: that brought its dismay, the knife would be smooth moved to slash at the back
of the creatures legs in hopes of...well, damaging the tendons. Fur would not
dare stop this blade from its cutting, even if they could only go for one leg.
And that it would ->


ØVallynØ
: be. Success. Or so they hoped... The bear attempted to pull out only to let
out a hurtful call to the silent skies. And then, it would retreat. Leaving the
being to collaspe in their spot to their knees and pierce the ground with that
blood covered ->


ØVallynØ
: blade. Eyes stared so quietly down upon the weapon, the...tool that wasn't
even theirs.- "This blood, offered to you. Keep it for it was never mine,
nor theres..." -Leaning forward, those hands pressed into the earth firmly
on either side of the blade, ->


ØVallynØ
: that tattoo to be alligned with the blades pommel , resting upon the end. A
silent prayer to be given. The world was silent...just as always.-





?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: :omething about the man stationed behind him made his eyes draw to corners to
glance. But perhaps it were because of the gaze he had given the Necromancer.
The scent of the seated male was similar to that of the Wild one who lived
within the Forests.


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: The one Devona refered to as 'Hawk'. Wether that were his real birthname,
Valafar doubted. His attention came back to Fiona as she gripped his
considerably large hands into hers in a soft gesture. In return he would grip
her's. Her sentances bought his


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: golden ocular's to taper. There would only be one which they would refer too.
And he knew instantly. Producing the distinct, infamous grin upon pallid lines,
he would canter his head and begin to speak. " I am well enough. I travel
alone only whilst


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: my occupation takes me this far. Otherwise, by my side is your cousin. Still
well and flighty as ever. " He wondered why she had not known of her
cousins fate. Or the statys of her being. Had they not kept the connection that
the Danu seemed to share?.


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: states*))


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: He could not read minds, and he were sure more converse was to come of this
meeting. Which he were silently anticipating. Memories of when he had come
across Fiona and her cousin, Larkspur, entered his judicious mind for a moment.
But he kept any sort


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: of amusement buried deep with the preverbial wall. Long it had been. And
Fiona seemed a changed Witch. Although her scent of fire would never be
dampened. ::

ØVallynØ : -Tongue bitten, it began to
swell a bit. A secrete hardly much of a secret. The liquid to pushed out, to
attempt to clog the hole created, did nothing more than drip. Drip. Drip. Dirt
and leaves mixed with the red water....the...life liquid until it ->


ØVallynØ : stopped so suddenly,
and only then would gravity be nothing more to that liquid as it travelled
along their cheeks and up in a sluggish manner to their eyes. The winds began
to change, clapping in approval for all to see as this beings eyes began to ->


ØVallynØ
: cover in its own blood. Such an odd, dark sight it would perhaps be. Words
were whispered under breaths, breaths only to be whispered to the wind and no
other who dare give them an audiance. Lids became heavy and soon the being fall
over to the side, ->


ØVallynØ
: landing upon their shoulder and nothing more. White locks fanned way from
their body. Leading lines. A focal point to the darkness it laid upon. The
liquid continued to seep from the corners of their lips until nothing more came
but the last drops of ->


ØVallynØ
: blood that continued their stream to cover blue hues. Silent was the world
and yet inside. In that void. A whole different mannerism was taking place. No
one would be the witness of the dark being, no one would...meet what the bound
one did...For what ->


ØVallynØ
: those eyes saw was a devil in its own. Words were whispered in soft shelled
ears, something of a ghosts past (o.o -Notices someone else typed that just as
they did-). A name was called from this voice...so soft...full of something
else that could not be->


ØVallynØ
: explained really...More. Thats what she cried for in her mind. Eyes; lids,
they hid the sight of dark red tinting sky blue. To the void was their visit,
and this slumber for the time being would be nothing more than another battle.
The fate of the void.->


ØVallynØ
: And the bood that followed its lineage...-





?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: needed time to reflect on her thoughts and he would not disturb her. Turning
from his position, The Mancer's gaze followed to the hearth. Noting the way the
fire seemed to have dampened in its spirit. A quirky thing, but he understood
why. Footsteps


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: came as he decided the need for the freshness of the day. Heading towards the
back entrance way, he shifted the curtain aside and lowered his head head under
the frame as precise digits took the door handle. Opening the air greeted him.
And being of


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: Elven blood, the scent of the forest enlightened his spirit. Silent footfalls
he took futher onto the lawn and his ears, arrow-tipped and sharp, listened to
the winter world. ::





ØVallynØ
: -A sudden gulp of air came and the world would once again be brought back to
their attention as eyes of red opened up to take it all in. Suddenly that body
that once looked to be dead would sit up, nearly missing the blade they struck
into the ground. ->


ØVallynØ
: Like a doll they sat, head canted to allow that chin for pressing into to
their sternum the best they could. Eyes stared down at trembled fingers that
laid so loosely in their lap and for a moment they'd be stuck in awe. Tears
flowed from their eyes, ->


ØVallynØ
: dropping upon the soft tender arsenic hands that exposed their palms.
Beautiful red? But was this the blood of the results? Or the blood of a curse
brought upon others?... No signs of judgement played within those now sky blue
eyes although perhaps ->


ØVallynØ
: confusion was their friend in this matter. Achromatic hair captured most of
their face and even did so much as to weave over finely pointed pinna ears and
puffed up shoulders (from their cloak of course). The trees began to creak and
groan as another->


ØVallynØ
: whisper caressed those ears and captured their attention away from the sight
before them. Someone was saying something, familiar words yet mumbed by a
barrier that kept such knowledge of what they were saying out. No words would
dare to be uttered from ->


ØVallynØ
: this being that listened...no more for now at least. No comfirmation on who
it was, nor no response to what they were trying to say. Alone. Thats all they
were once again and soon their eyes would be settled upon the blood that
drained like tears from ->


ØVallynØ
: beyond those lids. Now what?-





?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: :: Many things caught his attention out in the air. Least of all the
happenings within the skeletal limbed forest beyond his stoical self. Something
stirred beneath the whole silent tempestous atmostphere. And it caught the
edges of sensitive hearing.


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: Not necessarily listening, but the strange allure hidden within the deadening
forest. For being Elven, his senses were hightend. And if the wind was right,
the many aroma's around could be drawn in like a parade of the exotic. Going
more on feeling,


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: rather than the actual scent, the Mancer began his trip into the hibernating
flora. His step was not cautious. Nor was it slow. His pace was judged right,
and his self tall and alert. He followed what appeared to be his instinct
alone, and not far


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: into the forestry, he scented a familar. Strange they were here. Almost a
callous grin came. But he starved it for now. His pace found him near to a
glade and...his golden depths peered into the bush and upon the ground. The
signs of a scuffle were all


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: evident. Spatter of blood upon stems of dying grass. It was then he heard a
soft breathing. Turning his head and peering iver some obsticles of leaves, he
saw a figure. And familarity came to him. A frown plagued against pale
features. Crimson life


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: seemed to be emitting from the rogues eyes. He did not pretend to understand
what had happend and so, intrigued, his pushed his masculine presence through
the bush and to stand at her


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: side. Peering down then. His voice came. " Are you alright?.." ::





ØVallynØ
: -Barely through the fuzz of it all did they hear the footsteps approaching.
Someone was there yet why were they still staring down at their hands? Why not
look up at the figure who approaches you so greatly as he was? Words caressed
and enticed the ears->


ØVallynØ
: of the knelt figure who could only be mistaken for many identities. Drow or
moon elf? Man or woman? Killer or vitctim...Things left unsaid yet those
answers were all seemingly spoken so easily to this creature that presented her
with their ever ->


ØVallynØ
: exotic and intoxicating presence. Diaphram muscles suddenly pulled upon their
lungs, forcing the air to be drawn within the dark depths of their being only
to be held as that head tilted and turned to cant upwards at the man in quick
study to correct ->


ØVallynØ
: themselves and give knowledge that they were indeed who the bound one thought
they were...Tears had yet to be wiped away, that bloody liquid that tainted
their cheeks and gave them an almost... wicked and immoral presence. Fingers
went to grasp the ->


ØVallynØ
: hilt of the blade, to uproot it from the structure it was so deeply cutted
into. Legs attempted to pull her up but...what was this? A head rush... nothing
more than a vertigo that was so unwanted and painfully annoying. They'd nearly
drop that ritual ->


ØVallynØ
: blade in its spot if it wasn't for the very thought that it was far too
important to be simple let go. Weakness, thats what would be spoken to them.
And so another hand would go up to press into the cool flesh of their temple.
Charging and re-charging->


ØVallynØ
: the thoughts that echoed through the corridor of their mind. And only then,
when they figured their world was for the most part brought together, would
those eyes peer once again up at the snake in the grass...the man who drank
from the devils elixer...->


ØVallynØ
: ..The wolf with a serrated grin? Perhaps...- "Its you..."
-Whispered as always, those words to caress the mans ears, although only when
they checked to make sure that there were no others of course... Chin raised
once again, they'd poise the same ->


ØVallynØ
: mimiced motions that were displayed not too long ago on their first
encounterment with one another. Blade to slip within the sheath amongst that
wool cloak.-





?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: :: A shifting motion was made as the rogues legs were shuddering under
dizzing strain. Perhaps to catch if they would have slipped. But it would
appear the regain of balance had taken over the figures head and then the
voice. Ah, but whispered again.


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: He knew the identity and so now, he would address the person as he saw fit.
Wether they approved it or not was passed his caring. The blood wiped on the
shade tone face did indeed make her appear fearsome and unruly but he had seen
horror. Horror in its

?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: most terrible. As he had to endure the lasting memory and thoughts of his
victims. Keep them as a reminder of his profession. Not his choice of course.
And so the appearence of her bloodied face was strange, but rather the norm for
him. The blade


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: sheathed and the hissing caught his ears. But he did not cringe for it.
Pressed lips became curved ever so slightly at her mannerism. Fathomless eyes,
wolfen and strong buried unrestrained into those ice blues. " Aye. And
apparently, this is you...".


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: A passing glance around the area was given, and a subtle narrowing of eyes
came before his chin lifted and he would continue. " And what is it you
are doing in these Forests, Lady?. "::

ØVallynØ : -Something dawned upon her with
the sudden words that left her very lips, those words holding no pain and...a
hand would come up to grace between plish lips and caress at that tongue which
held no wound to it...so it was true... Eyes were still stuck in->


ØVallynØ
: on*


ØVallynØ
: this creature before her...His words of the obvious making hers sound just as
silly but she would not laugh to this. A grin, thats what would be presented to
him. And for a moment, those eyes would wander up to the spot where blood had
been pressed into->


??wk
: backwards against trunk of tree. His knees. Pulled up. Near to chest. And
burly arms, sinew flecked as they moved to surround. The brawny knees of he.
For now he would listen. And listen good. :-


ØVallynØ
: his forehead with her thumb. Something perhaps that would leave him to
question the plan behind that marking and yet there would be no words exchanged
upon such a mannerism presented that night. She'd step towards him however,
mimicing another thing of ->


ØVallynØ
: his once again. This which...brought her now free right hand to reach for his
much larger one. Torso would bend, and provided if it was allowed... that hand
to raise and so suddenly would tender lips kiss the back of his knuckle like
some valiant ->


ØVallynØ
: gentleman. This kiss lingered; warm against cold but nothing more until
finally lips would depart from their spot and sky eyes would find their way
back up to the figures face...a name, that was what they would be given...-
"My nam-uh is, Vallyn." ->


ØVallynØ
: -Such words indeed were not the perfection of english, but it was a far cry
from what, Malthrae could bring up. And so, the hand would be released. Torso
to return to its neutral alignment, studying how he reacted to that sudden
mimicry of his act ->


ØVallynØ
: within another forest of another time...-





?·Vąląfąŗ·? : :: For the time he
had been tredding upon this earth, little could take the Necromancer by
suprise. Although such was one of those times. And as she mimicked his previous
actions of valiance and gallantry, a clear lift of eyebrows sufficed suprise.
His


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : hand, much a bigger
space than hers, was picked up graciously and blessed with a normally masculine
thing to do. Widened eyes, but not strained showed the reaction to her action.
But such a vision only lasted a few seconds as he easily adapted and


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : merely nodded as
she released his hand to lope back to its side. It were an odd encounter that
he would not be forgetting for a while he knew. A cleared throat came and then
he understood her name was spoken. A dip of his head came then as he


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : carried the
introduction to his own name. Tongue curling the letters as silk. " A
pleasure, Vallyn. I am Valafar...". No need to give the second name. He
could not think why it would be important. For a moment in time, he grazed
bejewelled gems to


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : this
out-of-the-ordinary dark skin, perhaps trying in a futile attempt to understand
her. ::





ØVallynØ
: -Perhaps it was a habitual manner of teaching which was to better herself for
what would happen in the encounterment of another, or perhaps, it was something
completly different. Never convince ones self that they truly had the answer
for the actions of->


ØVallynØ
: this sort of being, this one who called themselves by a name that was not
even of their own...a sinful spite to steal anothers name and yet so needed.
His name was spoken as if from some divine source. But no comment would be made
upon that. ->


ØVallynØ
: Perhaps she was silently broken in that moment. Those words to sink in untl
they reached her feet and once again found them rooted to the ground.-
"Val-ah-far..." -The named to be pronounced in order to correct any
dialect or miscommunication with such->


ØVallynØ
: a thing. Thrusting feet from their rooted spot, they'd be forced to step
around the being, perhaps trying to circle the man out of suspicious ware or
other wise.- "Your name was whispered yet, I did not understand
it...Murmured by death..." -She spoke a->


ØVallynØ
: bit more, far more than that first time of their company, although this was
merely perhaps a token of satisfaction, or other wise. Movement, that which
would bring them towards the blood of the beast to which chased her and slowly,
would knees bend to ->


ØVallynØ
: crouch that body as low as it could go before even considering in pressing
tender digits into the littered soil. Eyes casted away from him, suddenly
remembering the blood that held more to it on the inside than on the surface.
Broken trust, lessons, ->


ØVallynØ
: questions, guilty by association with something...someone...Those tears would
be discarded into the wool cloak before press that hand into the soil with the
other one. The ground was so cold despite the warmth of that blood that tainted
it. ->


ØVallynØ
: Long nimble fingers curled and collected the soils, before rising to their
feet and soon making their way back to the man who must surely be watching.
Palm up, those hands would continue in clutching the bloody soil. A bit of
enquiry


ØVallynØ
: ->


ØVallynØ
: to be seeked.- "If blood is life...then why is this soil still so
dead?...Is it dead?..." -An oddity for a question in truth. But perhaps it
was asked for good reason. She knew something about him perhaps? Oh but who
knew...-





?·Vąląfąŗ·? : :: Her motions of
encircling made eyes of topaz thread to corners and ears to keep keen as she
dissapeared beyond his vision. She soon faltered in this act and traversed the
way to where the being had laid slain. With an odd notion she collected the



?·Vąląfąŗ·? : soil and produced
it to him. Holding it up in its bloody earthen color to his eyesight. Her words
were mystical and undeciperable in meaning. Silvery eyebrows lifted gently at
her inquiry and even he was a little confused as to what she wanted him to



?·Vąląfąŗ·? : answer. He stepped
forward to raise his own hand upwards to wheres her's splayed. With little
hesitation he gathered some of it within strong fist and then copied her



?·Vąląfąŗ·? : out-stretched palm
with his own. The soil was reddend with the blood of the beast, but the soil
itself were not dead as she thought. Though it was not seen, there were living
organisms within the very ground. With the gentle release of his necrotic



?·Vąląfąŗ·? : energy, something
appeared to happen to the soil within his hand. A tapering of his austere eyes
came and a gentle lift of his chin as the energy carressed the earth. Then
started to destroy it. Blackening the earth, decaying any life within the blood


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : stained hand-full.
A crackling sound, subtle and almost too quite could be heard from the palm
full of earth as it was destroyed into ash. Burned by the sheer rotten pith he
chose to let run through it. With a glance down at her, he slowly turned
his


Meiyara has returned.


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : hand sideways and
then let the dead earth catch the day's breath. The specks fluttered away,
drifted into the forest. His fingers brushed his palm nonchalantly, and his
hand was lowered. The magicka now had now receeded into his body and mind.
" It is


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : not dead. Just
misunderstood." Wether that were the answer she were seeking he could not be
sure. For here words were the most abstract he had ever come across. ::


ØVallynØ
: -That just so suddenly brought on more questions...questions of blood, and
even the life itself. Eyes dared to stare as this soil decayed into nothingness
and became one with the leaves upon the ground, another dead element. The sight
of her eyes even ->


ØVallynØ
: dared to wander away from his in silently sunken thoughts. Another page would
turn and soon a whole new sentence of knowledge would be learned. She was far
from reading the whole book however...Words were continued in their whisper...-
"If the meaning ->


ØVallynØ
: of death is what was once living...then would the meaning of life be
death?..." -Those brows knitted, still gazing to the ground to which a
spot she had settled upon when he let once clutched life go. Something snapped
to her attention however and soon ->


ØVallynØ
: eyes would swiftly glance up to the man and then towards the trees. Ah
another draft crept up that woolen coat and caused them to clutch to the
interior design of its material. So many questions and yet so little time to
revieve the answers from the one->


ØVallynØ
: she truly wished for them from the most. Another snap would come and her
attention would be drawn back up to those wolf like eyes, something to draw her
closer...and closer until she was almost touching his figure with her own body.
Lids narrowed, brows->


ØVallynØ
: to push down upon those lids just as well. Lips to part but only out of
curious mannerism to something that had befallen her mind. And then, out of a
simple conquest to answer an inquired thought, she'd asked...->


ØVallynØ
: "What is your substance, where of are you made, That millions of strange
shadows on you tend?... Since every one, have every one, one shade, And you but
one, can every shadow lend..." -Ah, more words of the confused dialect,
and yet they could so easily->


ØVallynØ
: be answered... Was she aware of how he thought of her? The way he questioned
how she; acted, reacted and effected the very core of what was around her?
Surely if he was to bring through those nostrils of his, it would easily be
felt by her...that soft ->


ØVallynØ
: sensed by of curves to their face. The wind whisped about, enabling that
tattoo to be seen through bands, everything about her to move but that body
suspended from motion..-

?·Vąląfąŗ·? : :: Her closeness bothered him
none. His stand was steadfast and dominant. He was rarely wary of any being,
unless they gave him caution to be. Up untill now, this rogue had done nothing
to alarm his stance. No threat or tendancy to hurt. But hark there

?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: again her strangely placed words again. Although perhaps they were mysterious
for sure and to her perhaps very simple. As he was sure the answer should have
been. But nothing was ever that simple. Portrayed or not. Just as he made the
dirt within his


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : hands rot and
flutter to nothingness, so he had done with many lives before. In many
different ways. It was his essence and his being. And a grin, placid but feirce
came to pale lips. His tone spoke again to her, lending golden ovals to the
forest


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: around. " I am a Necromancer. My essence gifted to me by the Dark God.
For him, my occupation, the surveror and delivery of his souls. Shadows of
course plague my eyes. I do not truly understand the meaning, only that it
reminds me that my profession


?·Vąląfąŗ·?
: is not a thing to forget...". He lended yellow elipses to her again,
before canting his head at her curious ways and glances. Were that even an
answer to her more than strange query. He had not known. But there was nothing
short of intrigue with this..


?·Vąląfąŗ·? : being. ::





ØVallynØ
: -A necromancer...were these the words so harshly murmured beyond recognition?
The words spoken in the darkness of a void? There was irony, somewhere at least
in the notion of what he spoke of and yet she could only keep that said thought
within the ->


ØVallynØ
: grasps of her mind for this tempored moment.- "Necromancer..."
-Whispered softly was this word, awed more so perhaps and yet she could do
nothing but peer up at this man once again. All these pauses, all these naive
questions and curious natures...->


ØVallynØ
: A young woman no less, not even a true adult. But what would he know of such
things? Forever would she be young in the eyes that place upon her...Would her
presence of occupying his space for this very long length be cumbersome to him?
It would seem the->


ØVallynØ
: moments went by slowly as cords were struck and her mind shifted with each
laybrinth she must walk through. Perhaps she did indeed find someone...-
"But..." -There was always that but part.- "I thought a
necromancer was to bring things to life, not ->


ØVallynØ
: wither them away just as you did..." -The canting of that head brought
narrowed eyes to look at a more slanted insight, exposing that slender neck and
yet achromatic strands would find themselves to be placed in the spot to which
was exposed... ->


ØVallynØ
: She was certainly no Malthrae, but then again, she was far from being as
naive as, Maya... Both of course to be cursed with something she wouldn't. For
the better. But now, this man truly had her in his grasp, not just in body (so
to speak), but ->


ØVallynØ
: in mind. A fish to be caught in this never ending net of questions and vital
information that would benifet her...her of the void and blood...-