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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 20:22:09 GMT -5
Heartlock furrowed her eyebrows.
"I'll never learn to understand you humans. How many loves can you have? For me, there will only be one. And I have yet to know who."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 22:54:25 GMT -5
"I can't help it," he grinned. "I'm prone to making mistakes."
He somehow scrambled to his feet in his drunken stupor.
"You're not human?" he asked, squinting his eyes at Heartlock.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 23:57:25 GMT -5
"If you thought better over things before you went to action, perhaps such mistakes could be avoided."
She looked at him as he went back on his feet. He was taller than her, since she was of average size for an elf. Which meant, she reached him to his chest when he was standing straight. Not feeling comfortable with this difference in height, she kept her grasp around her spear. She listened to his question with a sarcastically raised eyebrow.
"Brilliant deduction, Sherlock. No, I am not human, thank the Allmighty Ones. I do not chase or murder elves, or run around burning people's homes down. I am an elf, a Wolfrider."
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Post by Christian on Sept 4, 2008 0:16:50 GMT -5
Christian's forehead wrinkled in confusion.
"Perhaps I overdrank, and you're just a hallucination. Everyone knows elves don't exist."
He hiccupped and nearly fell over.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 4, 2008 0:33:59 GMT -5
Heartlock grinned and looked down at him, her eyes twinkling with humor.
"I agree with you overdrinking, as you seem incapable of standing on your feet."
She looked up at him, clutching her spear.
"As for non-existing elves: If I stab you with my spear, would you be capable of finding out if I'm real or not???"
She lowered the spear, holding the edge in his direction, casually.
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Post by Christian on Sept 6, 2008 0:20:29 GMT -5
"It's amazing what the imagination can conceive..."
He stared at her, bleary-eyed. His gaze lowered to the spear, but no emotion played on his face.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 6, 2008 3:43:06 GMT -5
Heartlock smiled, and perhaps there was a tiny, mischievous glimpse of humor in her eyes. She had no idea how her warm smile softened her face and made her look even more beautiful than she already was.
What is wrong with me? Why haven't I killed this man already? Clearly he is suffering too much from his miserable life, with the loss of 2 of his loved ones. I have the weapons to help him out of his misery. So why don't I?
She felt annoyed, not at him, but at herself, for being so indecisive. She studied him carefully. He didn't look too bad, for a human. If it weren't for the worn-out look on his face, and the traces of too much strong drinks, he could even be handsome. He was tall, with dark hair. Her eyes wandered shyly over his body, and she shyly had to admit she liked what she saw. Confused she refocused on his face. He had spoken to her. Still smiling she tried to reply.
"Imagination, Monsieur? Why do you say that? Do you think I am an imagination?"
While she was watching him, she had lifted the spear away from him. He didn't frighten her. Not anymore....
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Post by Christian on Sept 7, 2008 0:11:44 GMT -5
"Yes," he slurred. "You are a figment of my very vivid imagination..."
Christian assumed a wide stance to steady himself and pointed a finger at Heartlock.
"Now begone, you illusion."
Then, the man fell to the ground in a heap.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 7, 2008 6:10:24 GMT -5
Heartlock just looked at Christian and rolled her eyes.
"And you are a figment of your very vivid alcoholism...."
She cursed silently in Elvish when she noticed him fall to the ground in a heap.
"Great, what do I do now?"
She looked at him, but he didn't seem to be capable of moving in his current state. She heard running water nearby, and ran off to fetch some ice cold water. She was lucky enough to find a bucket someone had left by the riverside. She grabbed it and filled it with water, before returning to Christian. She had fetched the water as fast as she could, and was relieved that he was still laying at the same spot when she returned.
She looked down at him for a moment. She felt somewhat bad for having to splash water over him the way she did. But the alternative was to let him lie there and getting eaten by animals. She sighed heavily and looked at him, before she lifted the bucket high up in the air.
"I'm sorry...."
She whispered. Then she poured all the ice cold water over him, hoping it would wake him up.
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Post by Christian on Sept 7, 2008 22:59:05 GMT -5
The water dripped incessantly from Christian's face onto the dirt. A soft moan escaped his lips, but the man did not wake up.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 8, 2008 0:28:46 GMT -5
Heartlock cursed again, silently. "I don't have TIME for this!!!!" She felt trapped. If she left him like this, some animals would soon eat him, if they could stand the smell of alcohol that was around him, that was... And if she brought him with her, and he woke up, he could ruin the hunt for her. She paced the ground for a while trying to think about what to do. Her face brightened, when she remembered that Lorien had a LOT of guest houses. She didn't necessarily need to bring him to HER tree-house. He was a stranger after all. Heartlock whistled sharply, and two large wolves came silently out of the forest. She spoke to them, and they lined up, side by side. Then she lifted up Christian, and hung him over the two wolves, as if he had been laundry on a clothesline. The wolves started walking calmly deeper into the forest with Christian, and Heartlock followed them silently. ((I made the next post here: sueniverse.proboards106.com/index.cgi?board=lorien&action=display&thread=4477&page=1#218071.))
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