ranzkiedoodles
02-01-10, 08:02 PM
The dry red leaves on the ground crackled and hissed as one whose name had been forgotten cautiously walked through the infamous Red forest, her brilliant green eyes darting back and forth, watching every movement around her, hand on the hunting knife on her thigh, ready to strike. A nervous smile quirked on her lips as she saw movement out of the corner of her sharp eyes. The Red Forest was feared for a reason, and only the truly powerful or demented entered it as far as she did.
Perhaps I am as demented as they say I am, Arcadia Mithriil thought, shaking her lips as she stopped walking and stood alert, listening with sharp ears that marked her as an elf. The sun above was bright and sunny, yet one could not maintain a cheerful feeling inside the Red Forest, for it's taint was deep and one could feel the screams of the cursed ground. Those screams of the earth taunted Arcadia, reminding her constantly of her short comings in magic. Had she only pursued her training longer, she should've been able to understand what it was saying. But then again, based on her conversations with other things in the damned forest, the ground would probably be as vile and demented as everything else. This was the main reason she chose to place to train in, believing that there was power in the insanity of the forest, power that if she learned to harness, would allow her to increase her powers beyond her usual capabilities.
Suddenly, a reddish-green blur flickered out of the corner of her eye and she turned just in time to avoid a Ruilserk, a blood vine from grabbing her. Arcadia quickly stepped aside, pulling out her hunting knife. The vine stopped, poised like a snake, ready to strike any minute. Arcadia watched it, semi-hypnotized at the power that was contained in the plant. The plant moved forward with lightning speed, but Arcadia was ready. Side stepping the plant, Arcadia twirled around it and swung her knife upward, slashing the vine. A clear scream echoed in her head--of course, no one else would be able to hear it, because it was the vine's spirit. Quickly grabbing the writhing part that she had cut off, Arcadia knew she had to move quickly. She placed it in her pack and quickly ran back in the direction she came from as more vines, as thick as her wrist, came forth. Arcadia chuckled, running gleefully, like a child caught by her mother stealing sweets. With enough samples of the plant, she was another step closer to increasing her powers.
Yes... and.. I will make them bow.
Perhaps I am as demented as they say I am, Arcadia Mithriil thought, shaking her lips as she stopped walking and stood alert, listening with sharp ears that marked her as an elf. The sun above was bright and sunny, yet one could not maintain a cheerful feeling inside the Red Forest, for it's taint was deep and one could feel the screams of the cursed ground. Those screams of the earth taunted Arcadia, reminding her constantly of her short comings in magic. Had she only pursued her training longer, she should've been able to understand what it was saying. But then again, based on her conversations with other things in the damned forest, the ground would probably be as vile and demented as everything else. This was the main reason she chose to place to train in, believing that there was power in the insanity of the forest, power that if she learned to harness, would allow her to increase her powers beyond her usual capabilities.
Suddenly, a reddish-green blur flickered out of the corner of her eye and she turned just in time to avoid a Ruilserk, a blood vine from grabbing her. Arcadia quickly stepped aside, pulling out her hunting knife. The vine stopped, poised like a snake, ready to strike any minute. Arcadia watched it, semi-hypnotized at the power that was contained in the plant. The plant moved forward with lightning speed, but Arcadia was ready. Side stepping the plant, Arcadia twirled around it and swung her knife upward, slashing the vine. A clear scream echoed in her head--of course, no one else would be able to hear it, because it was the vine's spirit. Quickly grabbing the writhing part that she had cut off, Arcadia knew she had to move quickly. She placed it in her pack and quickly ran back in the direction she came from as more vines, as thick as her wrist, came forth. Arcadia chuckled, running gleefully, like a child caught by her mother stealing sweets. With enough samples of the plant, she was another step closer to increasing her powers.
Yes... and.. I will make them bow.