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Nerindel · 11-05-2003, 08:44 AM

A hooded figure, clad in the forest colours of Eryn Lasgalen, stands hidden in the shadows of a small copse of trees to the south of the yard of the Green Dragon inn. A slight grin forms on his hidden features as he watches an unlikely pair stalking an unguarded prize, he found himself holding his breath as the inns chickens, frightened by the scent of one of the thieves, started clucking frantically, drawing the attentions of the inns stable master.

"Well done master crow," he chuckled, releasing his breath, as the crow cunningly distracted the stable masters attention, he crouched down and watched as the sleek form of the silvery grey wolf silently darted out from his hiding place to claim it's prize, a beautiful creature, he mused.It was then he realised that the two thieves were heading his way there was no time to get down wind of the creatures, so he stood up and slipped silently behind one of the tall trees.

The wolf intent with reaching the safety of the trees did not catch his scent right away, but once under their eaves, he turned and snarled at the tree behind which the elf was hiding, the pie still clenched firmly in his bared maws.

The hooded figure emerged his gloved hands held out in a non-threatening manner, "Fear not my friend I have eaten well this day and have no interest in your prize." deep within his dark hood his grin broadened, but the wolf still eyed him wearily, its glistening white fangs remaining bared threateningly.

Just then a light gust marked the return of the wolf's accomplice, it squawked angrily at him then swooped again, this time knocking the strangers hood back, revealing a very young looking elf? roughly about seventeen years of age, but unlike the fair folk his skin was dark and grey, his dusty black hair was short all for one thin long braid that sat draped over his right shoulder and his yellow eyes shone as brightly as any hawks.

A Small trickle of dark red blood ran down his face where the tip of the crows wing had caught his cheek. "Now, that wasn't very polite, Master crow" he smiled.

"My name is Lúrëaelda, and as I was telling your friend here, I have already eaten and have no interest in your little feast, I am on the way to the Inn to meet with my mother." his kind smile looking odd on the darkness of his features.

Lúrëaelda held his ground and waited for the wolf to back down, he understood the creatures distrust, like himself wolves were misunderstood and feared. But if he was wrong he could easily use the branch above his head to swing to safety, well from the wolf at least he thought casting a casual glance to the crow, that eyed him suspiciously.

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11-05-2003, 08:44 AM	#7
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	A hooded figure, clad in the forest colours of Eryn Lasgalen, stands hidden in the shadows of a small copse of trees to the south of the yard of the Green Dragon inn. A slight grin forms on his hidden features as he watches an unlikely pair stalking an unguarded prize, he found himself holding his breath as the inns chickens, frightened by the scent of one of the thieves, started clucking frantically, drawing the attentions of the inns stable master. "Well done master crow," he chuckled, releasing his breath, as the crow cunningly distracted the stable masters attention, he crouched down and watched as the sleek form of the silvery grey wolf silently darted out from his hiding place to claim it's prize, a beautiful creature, he mused.It was then he realised that the two thieves were heading his way there was no time to get down wind of the creatures, so he stood up and slipped silently behind one of the tall trees. The wolf intent with reaching the safety of the trees did not catch his scent right away, but once under their eaves, he turned and snarled at the tree behind which the elf was hiding, the pie still clenched firmly in his bared maws. The hooded figure emerged his gloved hands held out in a non-threatening manner, "Fear not my friend I have eaten well this day and have no interest in your prize." deep within his dark hood his grin broadened, but the wolf still eyed him wearily, its glistening white fangs remaining bared threateningly. Just then a light gust marked the return of the wolf's accomplice, it squawked angrily at him then swooped again, this time knocking the strangers hood back, revealing a very young looking elf? roughly about seventeen years of age, but unlike the fair folk his skin was dark and grey, his dusty black hair was short all for one thin long braid that sat draped over his right shoulder and his yellow eyes shone as brightly as any hawks. A Small trickle of dark red blood ran down his face where the tip of the crows wing had caught his cheek. "Now, that wasn't very polite, Master crow" he smiled. "My name is Lúrëaelda, and as I was telling your friend here, I have already eaten and have no interest in your little feast, I am on the way to the Inn to meet with my mother." his kind smile looking odd on the darkness of his features. Lúrëaelda held his ground and waited for the wolf to back down, he understood the creatures distrust, like himself wolves were misunderstood and feared. But if he was wrong he could easily use the branch above his head to swing to safety, well from the wolf at least he thought casting a casual glance to the crow, that eyed him suspiciously. [ November 05, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ] [ November 05, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ] __________________ "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.