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Sacred Sacrifices

Illion, ever the open book, froze in place with his mouth hanging open. The prospect of more humans was terrifying, yet he very much wanted to be brave. Humans were appealing to him that way a good girl was drawn to the bad boy. He liked this little feeling of defiance.
Plus, what if they’d been wrong about humans all along? Maybe there was a chance humans and elves could coexist close to one another, not this whole separation and avoidance. Which was something he’d never understood, but he didn’t really question his elders.
He never felt he had reason to doubt them, until now that was. Nikita didn’t have fangs, or claws that he could see, and she certainly didn’t look primitive or scary.
It never occurred to him to wonder why the elves told him such stories if they weren’t true. The truth was fairly simple as it was. The elves just preferred their way of life, and didn’t want it getting mixed with the ways of humans. Over time the hate that separated them grew, but at it’s core the reasoning was stretched thin.
Illion remained clueless of this. As he was with basically everything else. He had no idea what the future had in store for him, and if he had any inkling about it he would have thought to make friends with this human and never return to his village.
What if they could be friends? What if he could introduce humans and elves to each other? That thought was hastily replaced with a new one as she spoke again, her compromise as much of a threat as anything else.
But he understood where she was coming from, better to ere on the side of caution.
He half expected her to pull out her machete when she moved, yet she offered him her hand...This was confusing more than anything else. What was he supposed to do with it? Was he supposed to respond to it with? He raised his own hand looking back and forth, almost as if he were going to take hers, but then he dropped it and stepped back. But he nodded in agreement, that could at least be understood.
“Uh, okay.” He said, quickly changing the subject. “What’s your name?” Humans had names, right? “My name’s Illion.” And with that he was back to his bouncy self, asking every question that popped into his head. “Do you live really far? Are the other humans like you? Why do you have such a big blade for berry picking? Why…” He began to trail off, his questions growing to numerous to keep up with.
She could probably ask most of those in return and he might answer without thinking it through. He knew in the back of his head he should keep quiet, that he was putting the entire village in danger just continuing to stand there. The balance of the elven way was at risk of being tainted by foul human influence.
Just how the two worlds managed to isolate themselves for this long was a mystery to him, but most of life was a mystery to him so really what was the difference? The more time he spent just staring at this human the more he began to question everything he’d been told.

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It's all good. I don't think you asked, but it's OK either way. And yes, he most definitely does.

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Illion paused his circling to puzzle over his own ears. His hands reached up and brushed his ears without his brain telling him to do so. He’d never really thought about it, even though his were clearly longer than a human’s there were some elves whose were much longer, it varied from individual to individual.
This girl was a human, he’d obviously never met a human before, but this was definitely one. He was either very lucky or very unlucky. He’d been told all his life how horrible humans were, but this one didn’t look vile and evil, maybe not all humans were, or maybe she wasn’t human at all, that was still a possibility. Human or not this was exciting.
He had always kept a childlike wonder, he was criticized for being immature though it never bothered him. Even though his upcoming hundredth birthday was meant to mark him as an official adult, he just never seemed to grow up along with it.
“For fun.” He relied with a little bounce. He hadn’t expected to run into anyone and he really only stuck around for curiosity sake.
“Of course not!” He jumped to reply too quickly and once he’d answered instant regret hit him. Perhaps it would have been better if she felt out numbered, but too late now.
“I mean...uh...” He began. He wasn’t particularly good at reading others, but this human was clearly nervous. “...There are others out there, but not with me. I’m alone, and no one is with me. But there could be, maybe someone is looking for me.” He rambled trying to make up for his lacking conversation skills.
He couldn’t decide whether he wanted her to know how many elves there were. Of course he didn’t just randomly exist on his own, but did she really need to know?
There actually weren’t that many elves, a couple hundred perhaps. They’d yet to die so they felt no need to reproduce, with the exception of Illion of course. Illion lived ignorant of what he really was. He’d been deaf to the whispers about him and blind to his differences from other elves. He was for an example weaker. He may be full of energy but he was far more susceptible to injury and illness.
Once he spotted her machete he gasped and stepped back. Maybe she wasn’t as friendly as he initially thought. But she hadn’t attacked him yet.
“There aren’t more of you here are there?” He asked, now just thinking of it. He really needed to take more precaution, but he was naive and trusting, even at the worst of times. If there were more humans he’d be screwed. He couldn’t go back to the village and lead anyone there, and he couldn’t fight off more than one at a time. As much as he disliked it he may have to curse her and any who were nearby.
He was conflicted, he didn’t want to hurt her or anyone else, but if the choice presented itself he would have to choose his people.

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Looking for Fantasy, originals, tiny bit of fandom [updated 5/17]

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Sacred Sacrifices

Illion knew he ought to be scared, that he should take off and lose her in the process, tell someone he saw her, curse her even. But he wanted to do none of those. She didn’t look anything like he’d pictured a human. He was sure they must have claws and fangs, although he didn’t know where that expectation came from.

He gave her a curious head tilt. He knew what she was saying but it felt strange. He spoke the common human language fine, but didn’t always get to use it, he mostly spoke elven with the other elves. It was what he was most comfortable with, but it didn’t seem like that was going to do the trick here.

He bought the half-truth. He liked to go berry picking all the time, especially when he was little. He would come home with dirty knees and the stain of berry juice on his fingers. His mother would scold him for ruining his dinner and getting all dirty, but she never stayed mad long enough to drive the point in. She was sometimes criticized for indulging him too much; reminded that he’d only be around for a hundred years. That was barely a blink of an eye to the rest of the elves.

“You didn’t disturb me.” He said as he hopped forward.

He began circling her looking for anything different. But aside from hair and eye colour, and the shorter ears, she wasn’t all that different.

“How come your ears are so short? Do you have fangs? Do you have a tail?” He hadn’t ever heard about humans having tails but who really knew?

Although he’d been scared at first curiosity won over. Looking at and hearing Nikita speak he found it hard to believe humans were that bad.

Illion knew he was different, special even. His mother let slip to him that while the rest of the elves were capable of cursing humans, he had other capabilities. He begged and pleased with her for days to explain herself, and as she usually did with him, she gave in.
She taught him hone in on the power to curse, he could give a human an extra limb, or make the blind, or even make them so violently ill that it cost them their life. It scared him to know he could do that, but he was reassured he didn’t have to, it was better if he just stayed in the village away from all possibility of human interaction.

She went on to tell him that if he so desired he could do the opposite. He could grant small wishes, heal small wounds, find missing objects...Of course non of this was possible without practice, something he definitely didn’t have, and it only worked on humans. Elves could be neither cursed nor blessed by his magic.

Illion was oblivious to this story in it’s entirety.

Once hundreds of thousands of years ago the elves ruled a large kingdom right besides the human kingdom. The two were mostly peaceful save for some small quarrels. However eventually the quarrels soon became fights and the fights became wars. The elves were nearly wiped out. What was left of the retreated to the woods, far from human reach. The gods reached out to them and struck a deal.

The elves would be granted magic to keep them safe from humans, and eternal life, so long as they provided a sacrifice. Every thousand years a special elf would be born, sacrifice this elf on their hundredth birthday and the rest of them would continue to live.

That is what the elves believe anyway. Illion was told what they had to dish up in return was their ability of flight. They had once had wings to lift them skyward, or so they told him. Illion never questioned it.

Looking for Fantasy, originals, tiny bit of fandom [updated 5/17]

Craving that mythology. I would KILL for a Sigyn. This cannot be overstated, I would literally murder for someone to play Sigyn.

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Oh sorry, I think that completely slipped my mind. Yeah he is wearing something that would make him blend well. He's wearing muted greens and browns, a simple tunic, pants, and boots all trimmed with fur, he'll probably have his hair pulled back as well.

I have patience for years, I don't know where it comes from. Besides I tend to get attached to people easily, and sometimes things to depending on what it is. It's really a curse.

Well I think you are an excellent writer. I like to give everyone a fair chance, because you can't expect people to get better if you don't give them the opportunity to.

Yeah I know, I have the problem with comparing myself to others a lot, particularly with art.

Well I shall do that, and if you have any constructive criticism for me feel free to share that. But so far I haven't run into any problems with your replies. I ought to reread things before I post them more, but admittedly I don't always. I just get so excited to post something it slips my mind.

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Well I feel bad making my partners wait so long, I mean what if they give up on me because I don't answer fast enough, that's happened a few times. Haha I do that too. But anywho it's all good, I don't expect everyone to be available 24/7.

Agh I NEVER do one liners, or two or three liners, I can guarantee at least a few good paragraphs. Quality on the other hand...I mean I put my heart and soul into my replies, but you know maybe my partner is way better than me and expects the same level. I dunno I guess I just have no self confidence.

It's all good, get it done on your own time, I have patience. No I really mean I have PATIENCE. I would wait months for a reply, heck I have roleplays from years ago I would pick back up in a heartbeat. Actually I think I do have one going I had to wait a year for haha.

Yes, happy Halloween! I'm sad it's going to be over. Spoopy season is my favourite.

Looking for Fantasy, originals, tiny bit of fandom [updated 5/17]

Little update ^^