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The elf was not so surprising still in the Wilderness. His eyes roamed the trees that grew on the lands, the tip of his sword hit the side of his leg, but he didn't feel it. There was some sense of foreboding in the air. He couldn't put his finger on it and he didn't know if he wanted to do it. The breeze that blew through the leaves would have calmed him, he always had felt better in nature than in cities.
It didn't mean that it was saver for him, his hand clutched the hilt of his sword and took it out with barely a sound. He brought it in front of him, although he allowed the tip of the metal to rest on the ground, giving him an relaxed air that he didn't feel. His weight shifted on the ground, a boot was placed differently, stirring the leaves briefly.
The birds are silent. He thought to himself, looking around Even the wind seems to be. This train of thought continued The faintest of breezes prove otherwise though.. He shook his head slowly, still holding the sword in a tight grip.
It turned his knuckles white, he didn't notice. He kept standing so for many minutes, but as nothing happened he started to relax I should be less paranoid.. He thought, humor directed at himself If there was something I would have sensed them long ago... The arrogance in his own thought he didn't notice, it possible could be that he missed something. He however didn't want to consider this posibility.
It was better to think that everything was safe instead of keeping himself tense. Well, tense could also be in a good way, he really should get back to using robes in his little games....
Word Count: 316 Note: About the title, don't blame me! Micheal suggested it!
The voice spoke from above the elf, in a tree about fifteen to twenty feet away. He crouched on a branch, most of the bushes blocking him from view as his eyes had splayed over the form of the elf below. He had been walking when a strangeness came over him, an uneasy feeling creeping through his spine. He knew that feeling- he was either being watched, or followed, and after stashing his things, had vanished into the treeline- but now, upon finding the individual whom he thought was following him, he assumed that feeling would go away. It did not. He let out a little breath before hopping forward, falling around twenty feet to the earth and landing with a small roll. Brushing his coat off, which was camouflage, his eyes from behind the goggle-like glasses never left this creatures face.
Some may wonder- how does a person sneak up on an elf? Well, when your alive long enough, you begin to learn things, to pick things up, and moving without sound was something he had trained his body to do long ago, to almost an art form. He used to sneak up on animals so as to break their necks with his bare hands- for even though he didn't like it, sometimes even he would need food. He kept a good account on that sword, and made sure to watch just in case the man had other hidden weapons or, perhaps, magic. He cracked his neck before taking a deep breath.
"Judging by the look on your face, i would say no."
He placed his hands in his pockets, slipping on his brass knuckles- just in case. He kept his demeanor totally calm, and usually he could just walk away or have someone else handle it- but he had heard this place was full of danger, and for once he was all on his own. He actually liked it better this way, just him and the world. But things rarely gave him that favor, and after putting himself in the current positions he had, he needed to be wary of any other living individual on this place that moved outside city circles, and judging by the way he was analyzing the woods and placing a ready hand over his blade, Micheal assumed he was either probably hostile or on edge about the same thing he was.
At least now the man had a reason to be wary- when you could sneak up in utter silence on an elf, there was cause for worry. And an elf so ready to draw a blade made him wonder.
He sniffed.
The air seemed thick, and the whole forest was holding its breath. He slid his gaze around...was he missing something? He returned his gaze to the elf, questioning the individuals purpose here.
He looked quickly up at that question, eyes narrowing and he took a step back. It seemed that he was just in time, the person dropping down. The first thing he noticed where the bandages around the man, hiding a muscular form Well, if that isn't interesting.. He thought silently to himself. He didn't answer yet, not trusting it "N-." He was cut off and frowned once more "Obvious." He responded.
He had finally had the chance, the man having fallen silence and Aitvaras wouldn't let it lie around. The sword having rested on the ground was raised further into the air. A defensive stance, he wouldn't attack, not if the other tried to do so first.
He was worried that the other could have sneaked upon him. He always had prided himself on the fact that no one could A very intriguing person, wouldn't mind to examine him further... He saw that the other person was wary of him as well, checking him for any weapons. He almost seemed to take it as a compliment and stretched his body, showing more of himself and the obvious lack of any other weapons than the sword currently in his hand.
He prepared the Blizzard though, it would give him a chance to either attack or escape. He didn't know the other male's strength and he wouldn't take a chance here, so far from any civilization. He still wasn't worried about dying, but that didn't mean that he wanted to die instantly. A hand brushed hair back again and his eyes moved over the body of the other male, in turn seeking any weapons. It also give him a chance to look at the other's body shamelessly Bandages are bothering my sight, but hey... A man can't have everything.
His eyes instantly focused on the man's hands as they moved. They soon seemed to focus on the other's face though. He kept everything in his sight while seeming to focus on only one thing, it was a thing that sometimes has kept him alive. There was something else that kept him on edge however and his gaze shifted to the area around the both of them.
He didn't notice the man's gaze on him, well that was until he returned his gaze, seemingly having the same question on his mind. It was not usual to see someone like the other male around here, he was a bit more usual, being an elf and all. His clothes seemed to prove something else and he knew that What do I look to you? He questioned in silence, mouth not once moving A snobby city-elf that thinks he can survive alone while he doesn't have any experience of the wilderness around him? He would have laughed.
He didn't, that only would have made him look insane, not that he cared what others thought of him Hah, I maybe will never win against the most powerful of creatures, but I will survive long enough to deal my own fair share of damage...
Word Count: 543 Note: And Aitvaras keeps rambling, heh.
Micheal, as soon as the blades were raised, would square out his legs, shoulder width apart, his hands coming from his pockets, his knuckles bearing the Sharp spikes of his "weapon". He waited a moment, letting the tense aggravation hang in the air before he spoke, his muffled voice rather cautious.
"I asked for no trouble, Elf, but if you don't sheath your blade I'll take that as a threat. Calm down and lower your weapon."
Micheal was far too use to combat to know the situation at hang. Here stood two individuals having an obviously mixed reaction to the others persons presence. Not that it was unheard of- both of them being on a continent that was sparsely populated by actual humans and heavily populated by those who would do you harm kind of gave you permission to be on edge. However, judging from the Elfs reaction, he knew that they were the wrong people to be looking at in a time of trouble. He charged his own Magic, watching with wary eyes should this elf prove to want combat. Micheal had already proven his standpoint- if he had meant this creature harm, he would have attacked silently, from the shadows where he was unseen. Common logic- why let your presence be known to something you planned to kill?
He lowered his center of mass at his core, taking smooth, easy breaths through his nose. It had been years since he had fought- but nothing about his form or figure was rusty. He was in perfect shape, and after the amount of training he had spent earlier in his life, there was no way any amount of time could erase his memory of it. In truth, he had no choice but to wait on the actions of his apparent attacker, who probably knew just as much magic as he. In reality, it wouldn't matter- he had the advantage. For one, they were in the trees, and swinging a weapon around trying to kill someone when there were any amount of places one could hide was simply foolish. Not only that, but he had just proved he was incomprehensibly stealth-oriented, and if he happened to possess the right magic, he could probably attack from the trees without ever giving away his location.
He spoke again, calmly.
"Now- You havn't been following me, but your blade is already drawn." He glances around silently. "Were you having trouble a moment ago?"
Assumption made, of course, but he was trying his best to appear non-threatening, and this guy apparently had it in his head that Micheal was a threat, and while this was true were they in combat, they were simply two travelers at the middle of a misunderstanding. Still..
He was glad he had stretched that morning, as well as done his warm ups.
He considered it for a moment, his posture still tense. He finally jerked his head in a nod, raised his sword and pushed it back in its sheet that rested on his back "Alright.." He wasn't bothered that he was simply addressed as an elf. He would have done the same to the other, just call him Human. It was obvious they didn't trust each other, so there was no chance in hell they would ask for names soon A pity? I don't know yet...
He seemed to have realized that the other could have attacked him and straightened "I could have asked you the same, Human." He finally spoke Aaah, again stating the obvious 'you human, I elf' again.... A small mental shake of his head What a joke... He looked around, as if mocking the very surroundings he was in "Yet obvious, you do not mean harm as you have said.." He looked at the trees, before focusing back on him "Above is a very easy spot to kill someone.." A rueful smile Do I sound as if I want to be killed? Guess I do..
He heard the question thrown at him and he had to laugh softly "Problems?" He questioned "Nay, only an uneasy feeling.." A good way to know if he wasn't the only one, as he turned paranoid. He wouldn't call himself that yet, but it was a close call. He would trust the other for now, didn't mean that he couldn't draw his sword in a short time if it was needed. His hand was poised to do so, although he made it appear as if he was still relaxed. He knew better than anyone else that outward appearances could be deceiving.
He let a grin curl his lips nonetheless and kept looking at the other Must be hard with all those bandages, should I ask him to remove all of them? His head gave a mental tilt, before shaking Nah, it would be rude.. especially without barely knowing this Human. He shrugged mentally once more. The grin didn't fade however and he stretched lightly, on purpose bringing his hand closer to the sword on his back. It once more seemed to say that he would be willing to talk like human beings, but at one wrong move he wouldn't hesitate to attack.
"So.." His tone almost carrying a cocky tone with it "Now that all that bothersome talk is out of the way, may I ask you for your name. Calling you Human all the time gets boring fast.." The grin seemed to stay the same to the unobservant, but it faded lightly Aaaah, here's the bluntness again.. He spoke to himself Just as if I know him for a long period already.. A stray thought hit him then How long would it take for him to get annoyed by me? He questioned himself, he would find out soon enough, most likely; saying that as he knew himself better than anyone else.
Word Count: 554 Note: Not spell-checked thoroughly. Mistakes are still possible.
His hands went back into his pockets as the blade was sheathed, Micheal trying his best to examine the elf without..."checking him out". He seemed comfortable here, relaxed. Then again, he had never been one to perfectly examine the type of residence or home an individual seemed more comfortable in. Right now, he was are worried about the point of this creatures presence, why he was even here and what he was looking for on a continent that most assumed lost. He cracked his neck before speaking.
"Micheal."
He didnt respond to the question of his legitimacy as far as violence went, because he truly had nothing to prove. He didn't want to kill an innocent, free man, but he wouldn't hesitate to do combat with a spy, or a tracker. He had many enemies, and had to constantly be wary. Not to mention the fact that the gateway had imploded just a few days ago. He took a deep breath before staring back out at the plain for a moment. He was unsure of how to proceed- he couldn't just abandon this individual to the wild, since again he may very well be a spy. Then again...a good way to find out may be to just leave. If the man doesnt follow, or if he does from afar, then Micheal would hunt him out again and capture him, find out what he knows and who he is working for, and then kill him and send his head to his benefactor.
"I'm sorry, elf, but i must be going, and staying here doesn't seem beneficial, since its apparent something is coming."
He began to head straight out into the field, walking in the direction of his path. He waited for the thing behind him to either leave or follow- perhaps out of curiosity or fear of the presence that was approaching. His feet would find the dirt path with a definite crunch. The wind whipped across his bandaged body, causing him to inhale deeply.
He wished to taste it on his skin...but now was certainly not the time.
The Elf looked at the other as the Hu- Micheal he introduced himself. He jerked his head in a sharp nod, ignoring the unease that seemingly crept around in their surroundings "I would say it was a pleasure, but that would be a lie..." He shrugged Almost a shame.. He thought He's obvious hiding more than he wants to let appear, not that I would do different.. He was lost in thoughts, so didn't notice the man announcing that he would leave.
He only looked up as everything had turned eerily silent. His eyes widened and he shouted, almost as if insulted that he hadn't been warned, or that his lack of attention was taken advantage off "Hey!" He let out, running after the bandaged male, almost managing to trip. His Elven grace seemed to fail as well sometimes then "I wasn't done talking yet.." A slight pause there "I think.."
He wrapped his arms around himself, not trusting his surroundings. He had lost one worry, only to gain another If it isn't Micheal watching me now, who or what is? He thought, gazing around. He shivered lightly as if cold "There is something there.." He spoke, maybe quite useless as the other seemed to have noticed as well. He turned eyes on the other "You have an idea on what it can be?"
He didn't look at the other, but decided to try and get the uncomfortable feeling away nonetheless "Why all bandaged up?" He finally questioned "Can't be comfortable at all.." He then grinned, raising his hands "Or you can't tell, otherwise I should be killed, or something alike.. huh?" He really should silence himself, but the curiosity and the uncomfortable feeling kept raging inside him.
