Elorwin

The Daemon Lover

Seraphina could not help the tiny impatient harrumph that escaped her at his comments about freedom and his idea of what that implied. Typical male, she thought with derision, their mind was so focused on that one ideal of nudity they failed to understand the power of clothing, in which covering up could be just as explicit because it left something to the imagination. There was also no power in nudity for a woman, hers is the body that yields and is invaded and as such is not a demanding or forceful thing as a male body is. It is in denial of the reveal that she is able to keep her power and mystery. Turning her blazing eyes upon him she gazed coolly at him for a moment or two without breaking the silence.

“My feathers are my choice and my right and only one worthy may understand the soft contours of my skin.” Again she paused and her next words took a slightly sneering tone. “I have yet to meet such a soul, I have seen many, from great lords and humble peasants alike and all have been found wanting.”

For a moment she wondered what in the name of all sense was she doing here, speaking to this man of all things, either way this was not turning into a pleasant conversation. Then as quickly as these thoughts came she stopped that inner monolog, taking a deep breath she once again released her tension, all the faults of men could not be blamed upon this one. Also compared to the tiresome bores she had to entertain on occasion at least a conversation with him kept her on her toes. In all honesty she did not think she had ever met a man who on some level did not view her with a sense of objectivity, even her father could be accused of this, in his desire of a betrothal for her; under the fatherly instinct lay the material gain a good match could bring them. So yes it was wrong to bring all blame to this one’s door when he was only guilty of acting as was his nature, at least he did so honestly, which was more than she could say for most. Shaking herself back to the present Seraphina came back to the conversation as they both continued to gaze off into the distance.

“He’s waiting for you, you know,” he grinned as he raised his voice for her to hear. “Out there. It’s one of the oldest tales, the Black Swan seeking the Cuckoo in the forest, looking for the one creature in the lands that would not bow to her. In some versions of the tale, she demands that he bow to her, that the Cuckoo acknowledge her beauty and power and to so love her. When he refuses, she bends him to her will and makes him a lesser creature to serve her. In other versions, he enslaves her! The Night is chained and he is free to torment mortals to his own delight until the other beasts of the world come to ransom her freedom.”

“Oldest version?” She questioned. “I do not know if it is the oldest but I too know of a differing version of events.” Seraphina chimed as they both watched the moonlight chase the shadows. “In that the Black Swan is held in torment by those that oppress both her and the land. She is given a challenge, if she can make a man confess a love that is true to her then she and all under their tyranny will be free. However if his heart is proved false or his intentions are merely for gain then she will know nothing but misery. Now in the tale the oppressive force think they find the perfect candidate, the Cuckoo, one who is destined to lie and cheat and they think they have set the unwinnable challenge. Now this is where no one could decide of the end. Did the Cuckoo act exactly as was predicted, as was his nature, or did he surprise all and prove himself to be true. No one knows I am afraid, my mother would tell me both endings and would never specify which was true.”

Again the night air tingled slightly against her skin as they spoke of old tales, something about this night seemed to ring with possibilities. The moment was ruined somewhat when the minstrel flung himself down upon a haystack and spoke of the lonely life. Watching as he closed his eyes in a most dramatic manor Seraphina again could not help the sigh. Pausing for only a moment as the silence once again descended on them Seraphina watched him. This peace was swiftly broken by the sound of metal scraping against metal as Seraphina pulled back the bolt to the horses stalls. First a beautiful bay mare with long graceful legs and bright eyes trotted out to stand meekly beside Seraphina who after a quick pat turned her attention to the second stall, where the white stallion was housed. Upon his release the wild stallion reared and plunged for a moment before quietening under her touch as she whickered soothingly at him.

In one swift motion she was upon his back, having used a hay bale as a boost. Her dress although it was not riding gear it was sufficiently flexible to allow enough movement, the soft downy layers that created the feathery bell of her skirt was able to drape around her legs so much that only a couple of inches of ankle could be seen. The black of her skirt contrasting boldly against the stark white of his coat and together they made an impressive sight. The feathers against his flanks almost made him seem like the majestic Pegasus. Seraphina wove his white mane round her hands as she sat across bareback across him and under her command he was as still and calm as a gelding.

“Well Minstrel,” She called from atop her steed looking as regal as any legendary monarch of old “the only cure for loneliness is company and it is rarely something that will seek you out. You must seek it. Come ride with me and see the wonders that only emerge when land flies beneath you in a swift giddy rush. Come take Milya, she is gentle and will not let you fall. Come ride with me and Finwë and let us see the truth of these old tales with our own eyes.” Seraphina beamed down at him with a smile bright on her lips and her whole face seeming to radiate with excitement at the thrill of adventure that called them this night.

Missing Moon - Elorwin & Powerpeon

Luna smiled gratefully as Illyce dropped down beside her from the saddle and started to fuss over her wounded arm, despite the pain it was good to be coddled, just a little. Illyce was showing her truly vulnerable side when she attempted to act the medic. It had only happened on a couple of occasions and normally it had only been to the extent of a grazed knee and once a broken arm when Luna had tried to imitate a squirrel and attempted to climb a tree. That had been a sight to behold and despite the pain in her arm she could not help the pained smile that crossed her face, Illyce had been more shocked and alarmed than she had been. From a woman that could face a hundred well armed foes without a trace of fear but the terror and helplessness in her eyes as her hands shook to even touch the arm that was swelling rapidly was something Luna found endearing.

After a couple of hesitating and uncertain moments where Illyce fumbled first to clean the wound with some water then to attempt at tying a bandage around it. Hands shaking nearly as badly as when she had broken her arm Illyce looked up at her after tying the first knot, her face was uncertain and her voice matched.

"Is that ... Too tight, Princess?" She asked. Luna giggled somewhat and reaching over she quickly gathered the lose end of the knot and using both her free hand and her mouth she tied it tightly and firmly against her arm. Looking up at Illyce with her large blue eyes she gently reached out with her uninjured arm and patted her face encouragingly.

“See all my years of embroidery were worth something after all, you just need a little more practice with your needle work Illy.” Luna smiled warmly up at her. “Come on, we aren’t much use here, wherever here is? Speaking of which where is umm … Lot was it, where is he? Did you leave him somewhere?” And she started to look around into the foliage as if expecting to see him appear from behind a bush or tree. Illyce smiled back with genuine intensity as Luna looked around, standing as she did and helping her starlight haired charge up in one fluid motion.

“No I actually left him to set up a camp for us and if by some miracle that cloth minded fool has managed it we may have a half decent place to come back to, I think we could all use some rest before continuing north.” Gazing quickly at the sky Illyce took note of the time, the morning was quickly dissolving into midday. “Come Princess let us make haste, I am eager to continue on before we run into any more unwelcome company.” With that Luna was quickly and efficiently bundled up into the saddle with Illyce behind and Goya was quickly making his way towards Lot and whatever camp he had been able to set up in their absence.

The Darkness Falls - Elorwin & Flamelord

Yuki ran, as hard as she could while keeping her footfalls soft, she hugged to the walls and the shadows to keep from being detected. She wore her long midnight blue cloak tight around her shoulders, the hood concealing her bright blonde hair. In front of her stalked an extremely large orange and black striped puppy, his nose was quivering as he checked out the scene and behind her padded a delicate Vulpix, its large brown sweeping around. A low growl escaped the Growlithe as he peered around the corner for her, Yuki glanced around to see the source of his aggravation, two team rocket members stood talking at the end of the alley.

Wrapping her cloak more tightly about herself Yuki bolted past, her Pokémon running with her and they were gone before anyone could notice them. Everything had changed when team rocket had taken over and Yuki had to snort in derision at how quickly their whole world had crumbled. It had just taken a few simple pushes on the weakest parts of their society and it had all fallen down around them. They had lost so many, nearly everyone who had tried to stand in their way had been cast aside with ruthless force, this wasn’t just the police and the gym leaders but innocent bystanders, men, women even children had been blasted from their path. The Pokémon under their rule had turned savage. Pokémon had always had the ability to do damage to both property and people but most Pokémon had never done so, their only reasons to lash out were normally parental or at the instruction of a bad trainer, but now under team rocket there was a vast army of aggressive Pokémon.

Now Yuki was one of the few left in the underground resistance and what a piteous bunch they made, no one knew where the elite four had gone or if they were even alive. Together their small group consisted of Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Koga, Chuck and Clair there was also a rumour around that Brock had been spotted in the city and they were currently trying to make contact with him. Yuki was one of their lieutenants, before the fall she had been Blaine’s second at his gym and she had been his student for many years now but since team rocket her own dreams of being a fire gym leader in her own right had dissolved.

They continued to run together until they came to the end of the alley, to their left was a small, run down food store and a boarded up apartment and across the street was her target, a building guarded by two armed rocket members. Glancing around the street Yuki could only see one other person on the street, a man with hat and sunglasses; he was trying his best to stay unseen all the while edging closer to the food stand. Yuki needed a distraction and unfortunately for that man it was wrong place wrong time.

“Pupstar … that man down the street, go give him a talking to. Stay out of sight and come straight back when anyone comes near you.” The Growlithe looked up at her with bright interest and his tongue slightly out then wagging his cream coloured tail he slunk away towards the man whose hands were now creeping towards the apples out the front. Suddenly an ear splitting barking resounded around the street and within seconds the Rocket members had looked over and towards the source of the noise and went running over towards the man. Within seconds Pupstar had slunk back to her in the shadows leaving the man with a pair of aggressive team Rocket members. Yuki felt guilty but she ran across the street and given their distraction she was able to disable to doors alarm and get the door open. Before she made her way properly inside the building she paused in the doorway, glancing back at the man Yuki turned her eyes on Vulpix.

“Firefox, give them a confuse ray, make them forget him.” For a second the little fox’s outline glowed blue and its eyes shone and the two men were momentarily surrounded by the same light. Then it was gone and with a dazed shake of their heads the men both began to turn around and back away. Yuki giggled and with a twirl of blue cloak she dashed into the building.

Hunted - Elorwin & ladyonyx04

Kitsuna looked over at with an eyebrow raised as he turned her question back on her and she could not help the almost bitter laugh that escaped her.

“Normal circumstances, normal indeed. To a wolf with a demon residing within his soul and a half breed wolf fox that can create fire at will I wonder if normal is a concept that can exist with us.” She sat for a moment or two looking intensely at him. “…So I take that to mean that under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have even associated with … with … such a pup. Well isn’t that a shame …” Kitsuna’s voice dropped to a whisper “and I was really starting to like you as well.” For a moment she was downcast and stared at her paws, ears flicked back so they were flat against her skull she let out a deep sigh that came from deep inside. Then she lifted a paw and licked it with a mechanical motion then running it over her muzzle and ears she shook herself, sending her white fur rippling.

Springing to her paws once again in one fluid motion Kitsuna ignited her body, the flame like patterns on her fur becoming real living flame. Looking right at him the grin was once again held on her face, blue eyes twinkling in the light of her flame.

“Well I suppose that actually doesn’t matter really. I have decided that I am sticking to you like glue and there isn’t anything you can do about it.” Trotting close to him Kitsuna reared up on her hind legs and draped herself over his back, licking him across the ear. “Anyway your mine now and I’m yours and there’s nothing you can do about that I’m afraid.”

The ties that bind us - Elorwin & Medilia

The day was grey and overcast, the wind cantered across the ground its icy fingers scraping over everything it touched. The tough dry grass rolled in waves as the wind swept through it causing the whole scene to be in motion before her searching gaze. Elemmíre stood on the small hillock looking out across the melancholy landscape, it seemed like as if the world had lost its colour, the ground was a dull lifeless brown, the sky a monotonous steel grey with clouds that scudded across its surface. Elemmíre was a young elf, only in her hundredth year but she was not new to the world and its suffering. She was not the tallest of her kin at only 6’2” but her hair was the colour of starlight and flowed in silken waves down the small of her back, combined with her bright amethyst eyes she was a rarity amongst her people. It had been because of her hair that she was named Elemmíre the star jewel.

Dressed as always in her green and brown garb with her light protective armour over the top Elemmíre was alone as she gazed across the land, she preferred it this way, away from the squabbles of people. Elves against men, Elves against dwarves, even the different Elven races were mistrustful of each other. Although she was not truly alone on her back she carried her white wooden longbow and a quiver full of arrows and on her hip she wore a curved eleven long sword. Both were extremely comfortable in her hands, as familiar as old friends but as sharp but as well cared for as newly crafted weapons. Today was not a quite day when she would just roam the land in search of something she could not rightly explain, she was just searching, however today was a hunting day. She had caught the foul scent of Orcs on the wind and had been hunting the from dawns first light, it seemed from the direction they were taking now that the creatures were heading towards Rohan. So she too would follow, hunting these beasts was the only thing that gave her purpose in this world, the only thing to bring a fire into her eyes.

Forest green cloak whipping in the wind Elemmíre sprung forward like a cat, lithe and graceful she set off at a loping sprint that she could maintain for a long period of time. The hunt had begun and there was determinate expression on her face. Today she would have purpose, tomorrow she would wander again.

Red Ridge Creek - Elorwin & Guardj

Beth smiled a cold, humourless smile, the glint of vindictive pleasure shining brightly in her blue eyes as she gazed down upon the creature hiding in human flesh. The creature snarled up at her from where it sat in a heap on the ground, bound in rope drenched in salt. It had been a brief battle, the demon had not been the smartest of its kind but each had taken a fair beating from the other but in the end Beth not only had the better fighting skills and weapons but with near half a ton of angry horse by her side the demon was quickly subdued. With hoof marks all over his face and body, the marks sizzled as Sables horse shoes were made of special iron engraved with holy marking. Snorting down with defiance at the creature Sable shook his mane out, this was not his first battle nor would it be his last, he was a fighter it was in his blood.

Beth withdrew the hip flask from her belt and taking a large swig from it she gazed down at the demon before spitting the holy water straight into its face, blood from her cut lip mixing in. The creature howled in pain as this toxic substance burnt its skin. Cracking her knuckles Beth began her interrogation of the creature and she used every ounce of her formidable knowledge on inflicting pain and the rage and furry that burnt inside of her at the sight of the demon.

Fifteen minutes later found Beth sitting jauntily in Sables saddle while she gently massaged her chin, stretched out her arm and winced as she felt the deep cut that ran from her shoulder across her collar bone. Pouting slightly Beth poked the cut gingerly and smiled ruefully at the familiar sharp sting, she hadn’t even noticed it in the heat of things. It had not been the most fruitful of interrogations but she had learnt some interesting titbits, things that had slipped out in the creature’s moments of moments of agony. There was nothing she could do about her cut as she had nothing with her at the moment; even Sable’s saddle bags were empty which was odd, so she ignored the pain, pulled on her jacket which covered most of the cut and they headed back to town.

There was more work that needed to be done today, she need to speak to Clint about what the demon had told her and they had agreed to speak to the preacher today as their second source of information. Sitting up properly in the saddle Beth encouraged Sable into a quick canter and directed him towards the church which was near the town hall. Stopping him in the shade of the church Beth slid out the saddle and flicked her single braid over her shoulder Beth looked up at the careworn building. For some reason it was a comforting sight, despite the fact it looked like it could crumble at any minute it had clearly been maintained for a long time and it was nice to see something that had survived the test of time. At the front door she noticed a rough symbol carved into the wooden frame, it was a symbol she had seen many times before and one which brought a smile to her lips. Opening the door Beth quickly remembered there was some sort of etiquette that required her to remove her hat in a church which she did.

Beth looked around the dim room which took a moment of adjustment from the bright sunlight outside, moving inside the building proper Beth was not surprised to Clint sitting at the other end of the room with the preacher both were deep in conversation. Smiling Beth made her way over to the pair and leaned over the back of the pew Clint was sat at.

“Morning ya’ll, sorry to interrupt.”

The ties that bind us - Elorwin & Medilia

Character sheet:

Name: Elemmíre meaning Star-jewel

Race: Vanya

Description: Pale, with bright sapphire eyes, pink lips and a straight nose. Her thick hair falls in loose curls is the colour of starlight. Lithe and willowy she is not the tallest of her kin.

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The Darkness Falls - Elorwin & Flamelord

Name: Yuki Nishimura

Age: 25

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1. Growlithe – Pupstar
2. Vulpix - Firefox
3. Rapidash - Blaze
4. Houndour – Darkrein
5. Charmeleon - Volcano
6. Quillarva – Inferno

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She looks a bit battle ready but that is the world they live in, Pokemon are actually being used on people and they pack a punch. I don’t know about the weapon but it was pretty.

The Darkness Falls - Elorwin & Flamelord

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