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Aylwen Dreamsong · 08-05-2003, 12:07 AM

"What's the matter, Elf? You seem to have a problem with me. Trouble with your last relationship?" Jaheira sniggered, grinning wickedly at the Elf next to her. At least he's tied up well and guarded by someone other than Khalad, Jaheira reasoned. Melost glowered at her, wriggling slowly at the rope that held him. Pain was apparent in his eyes, though his other facial features betrayed his pain with brute determination.

"Its like what that drunken prison warden said that one night before I broke everyone out of jail," Jaheira murmured, sliding closer to where Melost was tied to the tree. "He said, 'Love many, trust few, and always paddle your own canoe'. But that was before we killed him. Oh, but its so true, isn't it?"

Jaheira slowly pulled a dagger from where it was tied just below her knee. She held it to Melost's collar bone and guided the blade to the Elf's jawline. Jaheira shifted from her seat next to Melost so that she was crouched in front of him. Jaheira knew she had the perfect chance to kill him and get it over with. Would it solve all the arguments among the outlaws? Jaheira didn't know, nor did she care as she brought the dagger to a point at Melost's throat just below his chin.

"Poor, poor Elf-man. Heart broken, nothing left to live for, eh? But who is Arthain, then?" Jaheira spoke her words mercilessly, as if trying to anger Melost into action. That way Jaheira would have a reason for killing him to explain to Vlad. "Perhaps Elves are as bad as humans are. You are pathetic and weak, nothing better than that whiny Fidrohir."

With her last words, Melost closed his eyes and swallowed once, causing his throat to scrape against the dagger. Then he spat at Jaheira, which was a nasty surprise for the outlaw as she backed away from the Elf and stumbled backward.

"Do not insult my kin, snake! We've been through far more than the likes of your reace has," Melost hissed, smirking at Jaheira's tumble. Jaheira stood up as Melost spoke, anger and lost patience eminating through her movements. Without further hesitation, Jaheira sent one swift kick to the Elf's stomach, sending him doubling over for a moment.

"Oh, just give me another reason and opportunity to kill you, pretty Elf," Jaheira murmured threateningly before plopping back down to the ground and putting her dagger away. Not to be trusted, ancient Elf! Not to be trusted...

[ August 05, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

08-05-2003, 12:07 AM	#166
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	"What's the matter, Elf? You seem to have a problem with me. Trouble with your last relationship?" Jaheira sniggered, grinning wickedly at the Elf next to her. At least he's tied up well and guarded by someone other than Khalad, Jaheira reasoned. Melost glowered at her, wriggling slowly at the rope that held him. Pain was apparent in his eyes, though his other facial features betrayed his pain with brute determination. "Its like what that drunken prison warden said that one night before I broke everyone out of jail," Jaheira murmured, sliding closer to where Melost was tied to the tree. "He said, 'Love many, trust few, and always paddle your own canoe'. But that was before we killed him. Oh, but its so true, isn't it?" Jaheira slowly pulled a dagger from where it was tied just below her knee. She held it to Melost's collar bone and guided the blade to the Elf's jawline. Jaheira shifted from her seat next to Melost so that she was crouched in front of him. Jaheira knew she had the perfect chance to kill him and get it over with. Would it solve all the arguments among the outlaws? Jaheira didn't know, nor did she care as she brought the dagger to a point at Melost's throat just below his chin. "Poor, poor Elf-man. Heart broken, nothing left to live for, eh? But who is Arthain, then?" Jaheira spoke her words mercilessly, as if trying to anger Melost into action. That way Jaheira would have a reason for killing him to explain to Vlad. "Perhaps Elves are as bad as humans are. You are pathetic and weak, nothing better than that whiny Fidrohir." With her last words, Melost closed his eyes and swallowed once, causing his throat to scrape against the dagger. Then he spat at Jaheira, which was a nasty surprise for the outlaw as she backed away from the Elf and stumbled backward. "Do not insult my kin, snake! We've been through far more than the likes of your reace has," Melost hissed, smirking at Jaheira's tumble. Jaheira stood up as Melost spoke, anger and lost patience eminating through her movements. Without further hesitation, Jaheira sent one swift kick to the Elf's stomach, sending him doubling over for a moment. "Oh, just give me another reason and opportunity to kill you, pretty Elf," Jaheira murmured threateningly before plopping back down to the ground and putting her dagger away. Not to be trusted, ancient Elf! Not to be trusted... [ August 05, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.