Post by Fëawen on Jul 17, 2009 13:37:46 GMT 1
(07/16/09 - 19:51:59)
†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
=†Exiled Sidhe Warrior†=
Mate to Feawen
== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he looked to you as he glamoured up and he shook his head to you.....always need to prepare for the worst. If I die.....and that is a big IF.... you get your ass out of Annwfn. He will go after others connected to me. This is why I push people away. I do not need them....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Unseelie Sidhe | Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... You will not die...the Feawen's chin was high as that retort left her and went sailing to you like a dagger in the air....He won't get you...and he won't get me either.....and even if ye don't need me, I need you.....* The silvery eyes flashed now with a fire that was normally hidden from all...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he shook his head.......No you do not. Only the monkeys need each other. We are paired yes, but that is it Fea. You do not need me. Why do you think I am training you? You are my replacement if....IF, I pass on.......he looked to you, and he nodded.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen just looked at you then, the reality striking home.... even if she didn't want to accept it, it was there...the Knightmare was coming, nae, he was here, and wanted to battle with Frost......her Frost.....The silvery eyes, now golden with risen power, looked right into yours, so that the truth of what she now said would be appaarent to you....*If he somehow kills you, Frost? I will kill him in return...this, I vow to you....*
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
says to Feawen Taralom: .. he looked to you and he drew on the moisture from the air and he looked to you and he held out hsi hand to you..but it was not to you...a blade made of ice formed in his hand before your very eyes and he clutched it in his hand and he put he tip to your throat.......If I die.....you will do as I say and leave......you get help,and then you kill him. He was my teacher as I am yours....You can not beat me, but I know I have a chance of beating him. If I could I would kill you now just to save you if I failed and he killed me......in his mind that was the sweetest thing in the world he could say to you....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... The silvery eyes darkened with rage, as ye held an ice-blade to her throat.....but out of respect, the Feawen answered you ...*All right, Frost, I will do as ye wish...but it won't happen...and if it does, it will be my blade that takes him....* The Sidhe looked from the great cold blade of death to you....*What could he do to me that would be worse than your loss?*
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Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
Slaugh
I am that which grips the heart in fright,
hearkens night,and slices the light
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... After all was said and done and you uttered those magic words....."What could he do to me that would be worse than your loss?"........the Frost looked to you and his body jerked....then it convulsed...he shook vioently and he fell to the ground...his body started to change.....darken....become twisted......he coughed and coughed and something black....a liquid shot out his mouth..it was his blood.....you see a blade protrude from the Frost's stomach and slice him open..... and a head popped out and it was Knightmare....he had Frost's blood on his mouth as he seemingly stepped from Frost's broken body.....Knightmare looked to you as he waved his hand over Frost's body and it vanished from sight...he looked to you and he spoke......I can do more than you ever could imagine child. The Frost is mine to play with now..thank you for making him let his guard down......and...just so you know......I thought you were great........he laughed...it was a dark and twisted sound.......I will talk to you about your Frost on the morrow child....for now.....sweet dreams.......he left and as he did the land below turned black as it was poisoned by his touch...he now had Frost and tainted the forest in this spot....he backed away and vanished, seemingly fading from existence....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ALL:.... Feawen stood there, stunned....she couldn't believe her eyes, or ears, and moved forward to touch the black ground where Frost had been....and the Knightmare...her lips curled back over her teeth....and then, looking around, the realization that Frost wasn't there, that he had in fact disappeared...and what had he meant, that Knightmare...that he had thought she was great?? Could he have been inside Frost the whole time? *No, she thought, he couldn't have been, she would have seen it...* Feawen sank to the forest floor now, and began to cry....the sound was desolate, the sound of fear and broken hearts, and it floated through the forest , weaving its way amongst the trees....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
--== The Nymphs Grove (Forest of Tír Na nÓg) ==--
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... Feawen awoke where the Nymph and the Giant had brought her, with the nightmarish events of the night before still fresh on her mind...gone were the tears, however, and her appearance now reflected the chill and hardening of her spirit....there were but two things foremost in her mind now...the return of her mate....or VENGEANCE.....the word whispered through the Feawen's every cell, echoing in all the nooks and crannies of her soul......Silver eyes glinted now, with splints and shards of cold gray and the golden color of her risen power....she remembered Frost's last words to her before the Kinightmare had stolen him away......*Get help...then come after me....* The Sidhe remembered other words too, the words that Hellequin had whispered in her ear, that fateful night when he had claimed her as his.....*Ye can be an assassin,* he had said....*Turn that healing power to another use...* The sweet silver of her eyes vanished now, become a solid stony gray, hard as the rocks they took their color from....*Aye Frost..* Feawen pressed a delicate fist, glowing with power, to her heart as she made the unspoken promise: Find him, she would, or die for the trying........she began to call now, the windservant sent screaming in every direction for Kalina and the Giant, the Troll Prince, Keth, Silwen, the Redcap, Frost's friend...Ardhel and the Maeb..and all the others..... Frost needed them now.....
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
Slaugh
I am that which grips the heart in fright,
hearkens night,and slices the light
--== The Nymphs Grove (Forest of Tír Na nÓg) ==--
: says to ~°° Lúthien Linwëlin:.... much like what happened to Frost happened t this one as well as he was convulsing and dropped to the ground and he was split open and the Lord of Nightmares cut thru this one and faded into this world and he looked to you and then to the one on the ground and he waved a hand over him......Back to the Middle Kingdoms with you Kamuii>.....he laughs and then he looked to you and he drew closer to you....Shen was unprepared for that attack and Knightmare now stood before you .....Take a message to Feawen child...and Ardhel......and any other Frost called friend. Tell him if they wish him back then they have to trade three lives for his.......he grins and he wanted to see what you thought of that......
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~°° Lúthien Linwëlin°°~
Seelie Sidhe
: says to † Fëanáro Anwamanë †:.... Luthien stood erect, trembling because now she knew what had happened......this creature had taken the Frost.....Luthien moved close to you then, for she was unafraid...she had a purity about her that ye would be hard put to touch..and if you liked her...well..a small shrug, not even consciously made......death was not death as the humans thought of it, but merely a change of worlds...this, the Luthien knew in her bones...and so so moved close, the violet shards glistening in her eyes, like tears but not tears.....*Give him back......the small chin raised high, and the Sidhe waited for your reaction now, believing that she might be killed...*and if ye kill me now, that will be life one.....* Her voice slid out to your ears, truth ringing in it, lack of fear ringing too....the pureness of her, flowing over, making her light ot your dark now....if ye let her live....and still, she waited....
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
: says to ~°° Lúthien Linwëlin:.... he looked to you and he liked that you stood up to him and it has been a while but he grins...he heard the question and he loved it...this is what he lived for...in case of this event he always had something planned and he grinned and he pulled a box from his cloak and he put it upon the ground and he left it there as he looked to you and faded from sight......Enjoy it......he laughs and he fully vanished from you now......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Unseelie Sidhe | Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
says to ALL: enters
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... My lovely Feawen......grins......good to see you
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Unseelie Sidhe | Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
says to † Fëanáro Anwamanë †: growlsssss
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... ohhhhhh grins)))
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~°° Lúthien Linwëlin°°~
Seelie Sidhe
: says to ALL:.... The Sidhe's knees trembled a bit in spite of herself, but not until the creature had left.....and then, the box...it lay there, taunting ...she knew it was evil, had to be, after all...look where it had come from...but she had a taste of the bane in her, curiosity it was......and so Luthien crept forward, one slow step at a ttime, drifting to her knees beside the little box......a touch, tentative, then stronger...and the lid of the box swung open with an eerie creak......and then, she leaned over the darkness at the opening, and peered in.......for a long moment, no reaction, and then, a groan, as if the worst pain in the world was lancing through the frail-seeming body.......for she saw the Frost in there, and he was suffering......Luthien remained there for what was in truth only a moment but seemed to her...an eternity...then yanked herself away...a slender hand reaching to slam the cover down again....
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~°° Lúthien Linwëlin°°~
Seelie Sidhe
: says to ALL:.... Luthien picked the box up now...such a small thing, such horrid images contained within, such pain......the Sidhe held it for a moment, and then it came to her that she had to give it to the Feawen......and so she turned , the box balanced lightly in a hand, and held it out to the grieving healer...
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to ~°° Lúthien Linwëlin:.... Feawen had come back to the grove, gliding quietly to stand near the white Sidhe....and as she glanced down to meet the violet-sharded eyes, she saw the box, offered to her silently....Feawen reached to take it, sinking to the spongy ground to open it, as it was heavy indeed, much heavier than it should have been, given its small size.....the Sidhe reaches down lifting the cover of the box, then leans to the blackness, peering in...........
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... as you were handed the box...the box felt of true twisted horror and you swore you heard Frost screaming , but as you opened the box and peered inside of it...you see four things.....a long white braid....you knew that this was his hair......they took his hair from him...again.....you see the rest now....you see an eye...an ear......and what looked to be a chunk of flesh that was bitten off him and spat into the box...you could hear the laughter of all that was gathered as they did this to him, each laugh darker than the last one and they seemed to have made him a public spectacle just from what you hear...a remembrance of sorts from this box....
without these...his skills as a Warrior could become diminished....and there was no way to get these back on to his body even if you found him in time.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to † Fëanáro Anwamanë †:.... The Sidhe felt the clutch of horror taking hold, and pushed it away, relentlessly, as she peered into that diabolical box... ..she knew that Knightmare was the king of lies, and she held onto this fact desperately, for to forget this was to let him in, in where he must not go.........*Frost*..the cry came from her very core... Feawen's appearance had changed over the last hours and minutes, reflecting the hardening, and chill of her spirit.......there were but two things foremost in her mind now...the return of her mate....or VENGEANCE.....the word whispered through the Feawen's every cell, echoing in all the nooks and crannies of her soul......Silver eyes glinted now, with splints and shards of cold gray and the golden color of her risen power....she remembered Frost's last words to her before the Kinightmare had stolen him away......*Get help...then come after me....* The Sidhe remembered other words too, the words that Hellequin had whispered in her ear, that fateful night when he had claimed her as his.....*Ye can be an assassin,* he had said....*Turn that healing power to another use...* The sweet silver of her eyes vanished now, become a solid stony gray, hard as the rocks they took their color from....*Aye Frost..* Feawen pressed a delicate fist, glowing with power, to her heart as she made the unspoken promise: Find him, she would, or die for the trying........she began to search now, even as the box remained open...the windservant sent screaming in every direction, to every realm...ah, yes...she imagined now, the turning of her power, outwards, used to take a life...the Knightmare's..and with this in mind she rose to stand erect and proud...her voice, soft no longer but ringing with the very heart and soul of her, shouted out the words.....*Take me instead.....*
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... all you would hear is his laughter and those of others as if you were nothing to them really other than a pawn......
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
=†Captured Sidhe Warrior†=
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... you would hear a voice...."No no pretty Sdihe.....need you to rescue the Frost we do. Learn what we do. Be what we be. Leearrnnnnn"....then the voice stoped and that was gone from you now you feel...all was gone anf but the message was there....."leeaarrnnnn" it had said to you...learn ...the word was being burned into your head with each passing thought.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen tried to block the words, and much to her surprise, found she couldn't.....and then, as the single word..."Learnnnn...." kept pounding into her head, burning itself on her mind like a brand, she stopped trying to resist it and opened herself, embracing it....for that was the way to Frost, it was...and if they wanted to turn her, they could, and then, they would not be happy with the results.....Feawen turned all her power outwards now, radiating, grasping at the words, at the message and its meaning, swallowing the evilness into her being.. absorbing it, embracing.....*Frost....* That was the single other thought in her mind now....
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†† Olath Velg'larn. ††
To'ryll Chath
=†Slaugh/Sidhe†=
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he stepped out but he made no sound and had no scent...he stood behind you and he just looked as you carried on over the box....he had a grin on his face and then he let his presence be known and he spoke your name.....The Feawen is here and ready to learn the ways of the Frost and his....is she not?......he asked a question of you and then he would come to stand n front of you and still he made no sound and walked as if he was not there....when you look upon his face ...you know him as the one that was trying to kill Frost…. you had killed him, but here he was before you and just as alive as can be.....he smiles a smile so dark that the night had to take a breath....he was there but not....he looked as Frost....tall and muscled, but not muscular.....he had long flowing white hair and green eyes that looked of flame......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath Velg'larn. :.... Feawen rose to stand at her full height, slender and erect, delicate of form yet filled with an almost unholy strength, inspired by love and fear, rage and determination in equal measures.........As the stone cold eyes met yours, they widened just a bit, the only sign that you seemed familiar, the Feawen having slit your throat as ye were trying to kill the Frost.......She wondered briefly if ye were a shade, then brushed the thought away, shades weren't known for talking, and besides...if you were the ghost of the man whom she had killed, why weren't you out for revenge? Frost's name caught her attention then, and she stepped close , gazing into your eyes, as she thought it over....she would learn for Frost, change for him, and taking a deep breath, defiant, she answered, her voice slithering over the soft lips.........*I am ready*....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he looked to you and he listened to your words and he shook his head to you and he walked around you and he seemed to glide upon the air his movements were so fluid....then you look again and you knew he was not moving but appearing all around you....and not...he was one, but everywhere....dark green eyes looked upon you as he moved but not...his presence was eerie....almost as Knightmare's but not....he , like the Queen they served, controlled shadow and flame...but his was the green flame of old....a necro flame......he stopped and he stood, floated glided in front of you.......You are not ready. You hold on to what you were. You must give. What are you willing to give Feawen? What would you give to learn the art and save your mate, what would you give?......he looked to you....and you look to him and then something would catch your eye....a black panther.....it faded into existence next to this dark one.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath' Velg'larn :.... The Sidhe watched as the being moved and glided about her, the green eyes fixed on hers....A sigh, rising from her depths, and then, an answer.......*I would take Frost's place, if need be....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he looked to you and he walked up on you and he invaded your space and he peered into your eyes and he looked to your soul....he then backed up and he looked to his panther and he nodded to him and the panther stalked around you as if you were prey and he was toying with you...but you know panthers do not toy with food...another purpose unknown to you at the moment.....Frost be wanting out and he wants you out with him......so that is not a option. Choose again.....he folded his arms across his chest as he waited for you.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath' Velg'larn :.... Feawen remained still as the black creature stalked about her, touching, licking...and reached out, a fragile-seeming hand stroking the silken fur...for she had known such as these, in the forests of her youth...she was unafraid of it, turning the cold gray of her eyes back to yours, preferring to keep you in view even as the creature slid its body past a slender thigh, rubbing itself on tender skin....she removed her ornate silver ornaments now, and held them to you, the slender arm straining under their weight....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... the panther looked to you as you pet it and it purrs low...was soothing in nature...when you walked past the panther and offer the silver.....he smiles and he took them from your hand and then the smile was gone and the panther roared...and loud it was.....the dark lord struck you...the back of his hand hit you hard and knocked you to the ground....the panther bit your leg and ripped the meat from you and exposing muscle......they both now stood side by soon and watched you on the ground......What is wrong with you? YOU give silver and an offer to exchange places with Frost? You silly Sidhe BITCH!! You are not ready and never will be. What Frost hoped to see in you is beyond belief. You will stay here until I get back. Knightmare trained Frost in what he knows.....and yet.....I am still the number one Warrior in the Queen's guards. You better get your act together. YOU can heal yourself, but if you move I will let Frost know I killed you and he will understand. You want my help, you will do what I say and you sit there and you think about it. When I come back you better have the answer I seek.........he turned and he walked away from you and he nae looked back but he was daring you to move...the panther was still there and he swallowed the flesh he took from you....he then walked away from you as well.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath' Velg'larn :.... Feawen made no sound, a sharply drawn breath and two slow crystalline tears the only sign of the pain you and the black beast had inflicted upon her... ....she looked up at you now, the stony eyes shadowed as she thought about what you had said...the Sidhe has indeed known what she had to offer you, but hadn't wanted to offer it....now, she had no choice, and so, a sigh, filling the glade with whispers and shadows....and the Feawen called out to you...*Wait...I do have something to offer...,..but there are conditions....* she raised a slender hand now, wiping the tears away in a last act of defiance, and began to speak, sending the words after you as you moved away...*There are three things I can offer you....One.....I can offer myself....but Frost can never know, if this is what you choose....Two....I can submit to you in servitude for a year and a day, this also can Frost never know.....and Three...you can ask a boon of me...a single boon.......Feawen waited now, her heart fluttering against her breast like the wings of a captured bird, beating against its cage....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he was not that far from you as you asked him to wait....as you started to speak he still had his back to you and he listened and he nodded to you....he then turned and he walked back....he was tall and graceful....each step fluid in motion....he makes it to you and he knelt down by you and he looked to you and he reaches out to you and he strokes your hair softly and he ran his fingers thru your hair softly and he nods to you......One.....if you did give yourself he would know...I would tell him. I am Frost's friend. I needed to know what you were willing to give....since you came back and did it, now I will take one of the choices, but nae tell you which one I took........he grins and he fades from sight and the panther does as well.........he will not teach you the way of his art........
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to ††Olath' Velg'larn††:.... Feawen sat there, almost mesmerized as you came close to kneel beside her.......Your touch disturbed her greatly, the way you had run your fingers through her hair had reminded her of Frost, and the way you had come too close and gazed into her eyes, almost as if you had the weirding way, had made the slender form quiver......as ye faded away, the Sidhe struggled to rise but gave it up almost immediately...the wound in her leg was grievous, and she needed healing……but even with the fabled skills of a Seelie Sidhe healer, Feawen couldn't heal herself......*What to do?* She looked around the grove, seeing and hearing no one, and thought desperately......and then...and then, a movement of her hand, and the windservant howled away to do her bidding, soon returning with a flash of red and fire in its wake.....Necromancer...
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~°° Necromancer°°~
Phoenix Rising | Firebird
: says to ~°° Necromancer°°~Ph:.... The firebird followed on the windservant's tail, coming to rest on the soft grove floor, a golden eye quirked at the Sidhe who sat there, her pain tightly gripped........
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°°Nightwen Darkstorm°°
Seelie Sidhe
Lady of Mists and Dreams
--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
: says to °°Nightwen Darkstorm:.... Nightwen had been on her way to the grove about Nymph's Pond when she saw a flash of bright and fire whizz by, following the wailing servant....*Feawen!* The thought richocheted through her mind, and she ran after them, silent as she didn't know what awaited in the clearing....The Sidhe paused at the edge of the woods, for there was much to take in for the sake of caution...Feawen could not be helped by impetuous actions right now..and so Nightwen watched from the shadows of the trees as the firebird landed beside the healer and cocked an eye at her....they seemed to talk..the exchange unearthly and without words, and then, a single red feather dropped ...one of the creature's tail feathers....as it floated to the ground, Necromancer...for that was its name...hopped a couple of times and then was airborne, seemingly drifting on the currents without effort, as indeed he did...powerful , he was, and as Nightwen watched, the bird vanished into the heavens, without a trace.....Nightwen looked to the injured Sidhe now, and saw that she took the feather and laid it in the wound, as if it was a laying on of hands ...and suddenly, a fiery glow, and the gaping wound was gone....Nightwen smiled then, and a glow rippled out over the glade....
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To Be Continued
†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
=†Exiled Sidhe Warrior†=
Mate to Feawen
== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he looked to you as he glamoured up and he shook his head to you.....always need to prepare for the worst. If I die.....and that is a big IF.... you get your ass out of Annwfn. He will go after others connected to me. This is why I push people away. I do not need them....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Unseelie Sidhe | Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... You will not die...the Feawen's chin was high as that retort left her and went sailing to you like a dagger in the air....He won't get you...and he won't get me either.....and even if ye don't need me, I need you.....* The silvery eyes flashed now with a fire that was normally hidden from all...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he shook his head.......No you do not. Only the monkeys need each other. We are paired yes, but that is it Fea. You do not need me. Why do you think I am training you? You are my replacement if....IF, I pass on.......he looked to you, and he nodded.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen just looked at you then, the reality striking home.... even if she didn't want to accept it, it was there...the Knightmare was coming, nae, he was here, and wanted to battle with Frost......her Frost.....The silvery eyes, now golden with risen power, looked right into yours, so that the truth of what she now said would be appaarent to you....*If he somehow kills you, Frost? I will kill him in return...this, I vow to you....*
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
says to Feawen Taralom: .. he looked to you and he drew on the moisture from the air and he looked to you and he held out hsi hand to you..but it was not to you...a blade made of ice formed in his hand before your very eyes and he clutched it in his hand and he put he tip to your throat.......If I die.....you will do as I say and leave......you get help,and then you kill him. He was my teacher as I am yours....You can not beat me, but I know I have a chance of beating him. If I could I would kill you now just to save you if I failed and he killed me......in his mind that was the sweetest thing in the world he could say to you....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... The silvery eyes darkened with rage, as ye held an ice-blade to her throat.....but out of respect, the Feawen answered you ...*All right, Frost, I will do as ye wish...but it won't happen...and if it does, it will be my blade that takes him....* The Sidhe looked from the great cold blade of death to you....*What could he do to me that would be worse than your loss?*
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Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
Slaugh
I am that which grips the heart in fright,
hearkens night,and slices the light
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... After all was said and done and you uttered those magic words....."What could he do to me that would be worse than your loss?"........the Frost looked to you and his body jerked....then it convulsed...he shook vioently and he fell to the ground...his body started to change.....darken....become twisted......he coughed and coughed and something black....a liquid shot out his mouth..it was his blood.....you see a blade protrude from the Frost's stomach and slice him open..... and a head popped out and it was Knightmare....he had Frost's blood on his mouth as he seemingly stepped from Frost's broken body.....Knightmare looked to you as he waved his hand over Frost's body and it vanished from sight...he looked to you and he spoke......I can do more than you ever could imagine child. The Frost is mine to play with now..thank you for making him let his guard down......and...just so you know......I thought you were great........he laughed...it was a dark and twisted sound.......I will talk to you about your Frost on the morrow child....for now.....sweet dreams.......he left and as he did the land below turned black as it was poisoned by his touch...he now had Frost and tainted the forest in this spot....he backed away and vanished, seemingly fading from existence....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ALL:.... Feawen stood there, stunned....she couldn't believe her eyes, or ears, and moved forward to touch the black ground where Frost had been....and the Knightmare...her lips curled back over her teeth....and then, looking around, the realization that Frost wasn't there, that he had in fact disappeared...and what had he meant, that Knightmare...that he had thought she was great?? Could he have been inside Frost the whole time? *No, she thought, he couldn't have been, she would have seen it...* Feawen sank to the forest floor now, and began to cry....the sound was desolate, the sound of fear and broken hearts, and it floated through the forest , weaving its way amongst the trees....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
--== The Nymphs Grove (Forest of Tír Na nÓg) ==--
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... Feawen awoke where the Nymph and the Giant had brought her, with the nightmarish events of the night before still fresh on her mind...gone were the tears, however, and her appearance now reflected the chill and hardening of her spirit....there were but two things foremost in her mind now...the return of her mate....or VENGEANCE.....the word whispered through the Feawen's every cell, echoing in all the nooks and crannies of her soul......Silver eyes glinted now, with splints and shards of cold gray and the golden color of her risen power....she remembered Frost's last words to her before the Kinightmare had stolen him away......*Get help...then come after me....* The Sidhe remembered other words too, the words that Hellequin had whispered in her ear, that fateful night when he had claimed her as his.....*Ye can be an assassin,* he had said....*Turn that healing power to another use...* The sweet silver of her eyes vanished now, become a solid stony gray, hard as the rocks they took their color from....*Aye Frost..* Feawen pressed a delicate fist, glowing with power, to her heart as she made the unspoken promise: Find him, she would, or die for the trying........she began to call now, the windservant sent screaming in every direction for Kalina and the Giant, the Troll Prince, Keth, Silwen, the Redcap, Frost's friend...Ardhel and the Maeb..and all the others..... Frost needed them now.....
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
Slaugh
I am that which grips the heart in fright,
hearkens night,and slices the light
--== The Nymphs Grove (Forest of Tír Na nÓg) ==--
: says to ~°° Lúthien Linwëlin:.... much like what happened to Frost happened t this one as well as he was convulsing and dropped to the ground and he was split open and the Lord of Nightmares cut thru this one and faded into this world and he looked to you and then to the one on the ground and he waved a hand over him......Back to the Middle Kingdoms with you Kamuii>.....he laughs and then he looked to you and he drew closer to you....Shen was unprepared for that attack and Knightmare now stood before you .....Take a message to Feawen child...and Ardhel......and any other Frost called friend. Tell him if they wish him back then they have to trade three lives for his.......he grins and he wanted to see what you thought of that......
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~°° Lúthien Linwëlin°°~
Seelie Sidhe
: says to † Fëanáro Anwamanë †:.... Luthien stood erect, trembling because now she knew what had happened......this creature had taken the Frost.....Luthien moved close to you then, for she was unafraid...she had a purity about her that ye would be hard put to touch..and if you liked her...well..a small shrug, not even consciously made......death was not death as the humans thought of it, but merely a change of worlds...this, the Luthien knew in her bones...and so so moved close, the violet shards glistening in her eyes, like tears but not tears.....*Give him back......the small chin raised high, and the Sidhe waited for your reaction now, believing that she might be killed...*and if ye kill me now, that will be life one.....* Her voice slid out to your ears, truth ringing in it, lack of fear ringing too....the pureness of her, flowing over, making her light ot your dark now....if ye let her live....and still, she waited....
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
: says to ~°° Lúthien Linwëlin:.... he looked to you and he liked that you stood up to him and it has been a while but he grins...he heard the question and he loved it...this is what he lived for...in case of this event he always had something planned and he grinned and he pulled a box from his cloak and he put it upon the ground and he left it there as he looked to you and faded from sight......Enjoy it......he laughs and he fully vanished from you now......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Unseelie Sidhe | Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
says to ALL: enters
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... My lovely Feawen......grins......good to see you
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Unseelie Sidhe | Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
says to † Fëanáro Anwamanë †: growlsssss
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... ohhhhhh grins)))
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~°° Lúthien Linwëlin°°~
Seelie Sidhe
: says to ALL:.... The Sidhe's knees trembled a bit in spite of herself, but not until the creature had left.....and then, the box...it lay there, taunting ...she knew it was evil, had to be, after all...look where it had come from...but she had a taste of the bane in her, curiosity it was......and so Luthien crept forward, one slow step at a ttime, drifting to her knees beside the little box......a touch, tentative, then stronger...and the lid of the box swung open with an eerie creak......and then, she leaned over the darkness at the opening, and peered in.......for a long moment, no reaction, and then, a groan, as if the worst pain in the world was lancing through the frail-seeming body.......for she saw the Frost in there, and he was suffering......Luthien remained there for what was in truth only a moment but seemed to her...an eternity...then yanked herself away...a slender hand reaching to slam the cover down again....
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~°° Lúthien Linwëlin°°~
Seelie Sidhe
: says to ALL:.... Luthien picked the box up now...such a small thing, such horrid images contained within, such pain......the Sidhe held it for a moment, and then it came to her that she had to give it to the Feawen......and so she turned , the box balanced lightly in a hand, and held it out to the grieving healer...
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to ~°° Lúthien Linwëlin:.... Feawen had come back to the grove, gliding quietly to stand near the white Sidhe....and as she glanced down to meet the violet-sharded eyes, she saw the box, offered to her silently....Feawen reached to take it, sinking to the spongy ground to open it, as it was heavy indeed, much heavier than it should have been, given its small size.....the Sidhe reaches down lifting the cover of the box, then leans to the blackness, peering in...........
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... as you were handed the box...the box felt of true twisted horror and you swore you heard Frost screaming , but as you opened the box and peered inside of it...you see four things.....a long white braid....you knew that this was his hair......they took his hair from him...again.....you see the rest now....you see an eye...an ear......and what looked to be a chunk of flesh that was bitten off him and spat into the box...you could hear the laughter of all that was gathered as they did this to him, each laugh darker than the last one and they seemed to have made him a public spectacle just from what you hear...a remembrance of sorts from this box....
without these...his skills as a Warrior could become diminished....and there was no way to get these back on to his body even if you found him in time.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to † Fëanáro Anwamanë †:.... The Sidhe felt the clutch of horror taking hold, and pushed it away, relentlessly, as she peered into that diabolical box... ..she knew that Knightmare was the king of lies, and she held onto this fact desperately, for to forget this was to let him in, in where he must not go.........*Frost*..the cry came from her very core... Feawen's appearance had changed over the last hours and minutes, reflecting the hardening, and chill of her spirit.......there were but two things foremost in her mind now...the return of her mate....or VENGEANCE.....the word whispered through the Feawen's every cell, echoing in all the nooks and crannies of her soul......Silver eyes glinted now, with splints and shards of cold gray and the golden color of her risen power....she remembered Frost's last words to her before the Kinightmare had stolen him away......*Get help...then come after me....* The Sidhe remembered other words too, the words that Hellequin had whispered in her ear, that fateful night when he had claimed her as his.....*Ye can be an assassin,* he had said....*Turn that healing power to another use...* The sweet silver of her eyes vanished now, become a solid stony gray, hard as the rocks they took their color from....*Aye Frost..* Feawen pressed a delicate fist, glowing with power, to her heart as she made the unspoken promise: Find him, she would, or die for the trying........she began to search now, even as the box remained open...the windservant sent screaming in every direction, to every realm...ah, yes...she imagined now, the turning of her power, outwards, used to take a life...the Knightmare's..and with this in mind she rose to stand erect and proud...her voice, soft no longer but ringing with the very heart and soul of her, shouted out the words.....*Take me instead.....*
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† Fëanáro Anwamanë †
Shol'To Tinehtelë
=†Lord of Nightmares†=
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... all you would hear is his laughter and those of others as if you were nothing to them really other than a pawn......
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
Frost
=†Captured Sidhe Warrior†=
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... you would hear a voice...."No no pretty Sdihe.....need you to rescue the Frost we do. Learn what we do. Be what we be. Leearrnnnnn"....then the voice stoped and that was gone from you now you feel...all was gone anf but the message was there....."leeaarrnnnn" it had said to you...learn ...the word was being burned into your head with each passing thought.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen tried to block the words, and much to her surprise, found she couldn't.....and then, as the single word..."Learnnnn...." kept pounding into her head, burning itself on her mind like a brand, she stopped trying to resist it and opened herself, embracing it....for that was the way to Frost, it was...and if they wanted to turn her, they could, and then, they would not be happy with the results.....Feawen turned all her power outwards now, radiating, grasping at the words, at the message and its meaning, swallowing the evilness into her being.. absorbing it, embracing.....*Frost....* That was the single other thought in her mind now....
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†† Olath Velg'larn. ††
To'ryll Chath
=†Slaugh/Sidhe†=
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he stepped out but he made no sound and had no scent...he stood behind you and he just looked as you carried on over the box....he had a grin on his face and then he let his presence be known and he spoke your name.....The Feawen is here and ready to learn the ways of the Frost and his....is she not?......he asked a question of you and then he would come to stand n front of you and still he made no sound and walked as if he was not there....when you look upon his face ...you know him as the one that was trying to kill Frost…. you had killed him, but here he was before you and just as alive as can be.....he smiles a smile so dark that the night had to take a breath....he was there but not....he looked as Frost....tall and muscled, but not muscular.....he had long flowing white hair and green eyes that looked of flame......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath Velg'larn. :.... Feawen rose to stand at her full height, slender and erect, delicate of form yet filled with an almost unholy strength, inspired by love and fear, rage and determination in equal measures.........As the stone cold eyes met yours, they widened just a bit, the only sign that you seemed familiar, the Feawen having slit your throat as ye were trying to kill the Frost.......She wondered briefly if ye were a shade, then brushed the thought away, shades weren't known for talking, and besides...if you were the ghost of the man whom she had killed, why weren't you out for revenge? Frost's name caught her attention then, and she stepped close , gazing into your eyes, as she thought it over....she would learn for Frost, change for him, and taking a deep breath, defiant, she answered, her voice slithering over the soft lips.........*I am ready*....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he looked to you and he listened to your words and he shook his head to you and he walked around you and he seemed to glide upon the air his movements were so fluid....then you look again and you knew he was not moving but appearing all around you....and not...he was one, but everywhere....dark green eyes looked upon you as he moved but not...his presence was eerie....almost as Knightmare's but not....he , like the Queen they served, controlled shadow and flame...but his was the green flame of old....a necro flame......he stopped and he stood, floated glided in front of you.......You are not ready. You hold on to what you were. You must give. What are you willing to give Feawen? What would you give to learn the art and save your mate, what would you give?......he looked to you....and you look to him and then something would catch your eye....a black panther.....it faded into existence next to this dark one.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath' Velg'larn :.... The Sidhe watched as the being moved and glided about her, the green eyes fixed on hers....A sigh, rising from her depths, and then, an answer.......*I would take Frost's place, if need be....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he looked to you and he walked up on you and he invaded your space and he peered into your eyes and he looked to your soul....he then backed up and he looked to his panther and he nodded to him and the panther stalked around you as if you were prey and he was toying with you...but you know panthers do not toy with food...another purpose unknown to you at the moment.....Frost be wanting out and he wants you out with him......so that is not a option. Choose again.....he folded his arms across his chest as he waited for you.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath' Velg'larn :.... Feawen remained still as the black creature stalked about her, touching, licking...and reached out, a fragile-seeming hand stroking the silken fur...for she had known such as these, in the forests of her youth...she was unafraid of it, turning the cold gray of her eyes back to yours, preferring to keep you in view even as the creature slid its body past a slender thigh, rubbing itself on tender skin....she removed her ornate silver ornaments now, and held them to you, the slender arm straining under their weight....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... the panther looked to you as you pet it and it purrs low...was soothing in nature...when you walked past the panther and offer the silver.....he smiles and he took them from your hand and then the smile was gone and the panther roared...and loud it was.....the dark lord struck you...the back of his hand hit you hard and knocked you to the ground....the panther bit your leg and ripped the meat from you and exposing muscle......they both now stood side by soon and watched you on the ground......What is wrong with you? YOU give silver and an offer to exchange places with Frost? You silly Sidhe BITCH!! You are not ready and never will be. What Frost hoped to see in you is beyond belief. You will stay here until I get back. Knightmare trained Frost in what he knows.....and yet.....I am still the number one Warrior in the Queen's guards. You better get your act together. YOU can heal yourself, but if you move I will let Frost know I killed you and he will understand. You want my help, you will do what I say and you sit there and you think about it. When I come back you better have the answer I seek.........he turned and he walked away from you and he nae looked back but he was daring you to move...the panther was still there and he swallowed the flesh he took from you....he then walked away from you as well.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to †† Olath' Velg'larn :.... Feawen made no sound, a sharply drawn breath and two slow crystalline tears the only sign of the pain you and the black beast had inflicted upon her... ....she looked up at you now, the stony eyes shadowed as she thought about what you had said...the Sidhe has indeed known what she had to offer you, but hadn't wanted to offer it....now, she had no choice, and so, a sigh, filling the glade with whispers and shadows....and the Feawen called out to you...*Wait...I do have something to offer...,..but there are conditions....* she raised a slender hand now, wiping the tears away in a last act of defiance, and began to speak, sending the words after you as you moved away...*There are three things I can offer you....One.....I can offer myself....but Frost can never know, if this is what you choose....Two....I can submit to you in servitude for a year and a day, this also can Frost never know.....and Three...you can ask a boon of me...a single boon.......Feawen waited now, her heart fluttering against her breast like the wings of a captured bird, beating against its cage....
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†† Olath' Velg'larn ††
To'ryll Chath
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °°U:.... he was not that far from you as you asked him to wait....as you started to speak he still had his back to you and he listened and he nodded to you....he then turned and he walked back....he was tall and graceful....each step fluid in motion....he makes it to you and he knelt down by you and he looked to you and he reaches out to you and he strokes your hair softly and he ran his fingers thru your hair softly and he nods to you......One.....if you did give yourself he would know...I would tell him. I am Frost's friend. I needed to know what you were willing to give....since you came back and did it, now I will take one of the choices, but nae tell you which one I took........he grins and he fades from sight and the panther does as well.........he will not teach you the way of his art........
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Frost’s Mate
: says to ††Olath' Velg'larn††:.... Feawen sat there, almost mesmerized as you came close to kneel beside her.......Your touch disturbed her greatly, the way you had run your fingers through her hair had reminded her of Frost, and the way you had come too close and gazed into her eyes, almost as if you had the weirding way, had made the slender form quiver......as ye faded away, the Sidhe struggled to rise but gave it up almost immediately...the wound in her leg was grievous, and she needed healing……but even with the fabled skills of a Seelie Sidhe healer, Feawen couldn't heal herself......*What to do?* She looked around the grove, seeing and hearing no one, and thought desperately......and then...and then, a movement of her hand, and the windservant howled away to do her bidding, soon returning with a flash of red and fire in its wake.....Necromancer...
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~°° Necromancer°°~
Phoenix Rising | Firebird
: says to ~°° Necromancer°°~Ph:.... The firebird followed on the windservant's tail, coming to rest on the soft grove floor, a golden eye quirked at the Sidhe who sat there, her pain tightly gripped........
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°°Nightwen Darkstorm°°
Seelie Sidhe
Lady of Mists and Dreams
--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
: says to °°Nightwen Darkstorm:.... Nightwen had been on her way to the grove about Nymph's Pond when she saw a flash of bright and fire whizz by, following the wailing servant....*Feawen!* The thought richocheted through her mind, and she ran after them, silent as she didn't know what awaited in the clearing....The Sidhe paused at the edge of the woods, for there was much to take in for the sake of caution...Feawen could not be helped by impetuous actions right now..and so Nightwen watched from the shadows of the trees as the firebird landed beside the healer and cocked an eye at her....they seemed to talk..the exchange unearthly and without words, and then, a single red feather dropped ...one of the creature's tail feathers....as it floated to the ground, Necromancer...for that was its name...hopped a couple of times and then was airborne, seemingly drifting on the currents without effort, as indeed he did...powerful , he was, and as Nightwen watched, the bird vanished into the heavens, without a trace.....Nightwen looked to the injured Sidhe now, and saw that she took the feather and laid it in the wound, as if it was a laying on of hands ...and suddenly, a fiery glow, and the gaping wound was gone....Nightwen smiled then, and a glow rippled out over the glade....
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To Be Continued