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[Elia]

Winter 24. 512AV

Elia didn't know what to do. Her mother had just told her to leave. Elia's heart was racing as she ran threw the city and her paws pounded on the snowy ground. She ran strait for the woods. She felt safe and comfortable there. She carried her bag in her mouth running faster and faster to the only solitude she knew now. The sun had set and the only light she had was the moons rays shinning threw the snow covered branches of the trees. Once Elia stopped she saw the steam of her breath in the cold winter air as the snow fell softly all around her. "What am I going to do now?" she thought. She was so hungry and cold and now tired and out of breath.

Over a little ways in the distance she saw where the snow had made low branches into a little cave like hole where she went and cuddled into with her sack between her front two paws. "I am so alone now" she thought, "What am I going to do?"

[Garett Devaro]

The snow was truly a beautiful thing. Soft and fluffy and pristine, yet cold and ominous and dangerous at the same time. A killer in pretty packaging. A somewhat metaphor for the man who now walked among trees. A free man, is what he was, unbound by the pathetic chains of social structure. He liked this city of Sunbeth, for it had been the exact opposite of Zeltiva. Here he could kill a man in plain daylight and get away with the deed as if it was a simple brawl. Not that he was planning to soil his precious hands with blood any time soon, but it was a pleasant option to have. Thoughts of murder crossed his mind often. A sort of a new experience, a morbid romance of his. The warm sensation of crimson life-liquid. The bleak flame of one's existence seemed so simple to stomp out, as he knew very well first handedly. A mad man walking, or so he thought him self to be. The precious rays of the moon peeked though the branches above and lit his path.Though perhaps a path was a terrible term to describe a mere straight line though the woods that he chose for his late evening stroll. In that very silvery glow, Garett observed with awe as tiny little flakes fell from the canopy, a glimmering glistening dance, just before they elegantly settled at his feet. Often whole heaps would slide from the branches, landing upon the ground with a muffled thud. It all seemed so majestic to him. And perhaps it was somewhat humorous, how a man who knew no purpose to anything, would find this very ballad almost enchanting. If not for the snow, even the keenest of onlookers would not spot his presence, for his attire was blacker than night it self. Clad in a long cape, the hood of which obscured his facial features, he finally settled in a spot which was just far enough from the city that no one would come and coincidentally spectate, yet he could easily find his way back. The stars would lead him, the moon would carve his path. But little did he know, that the spot which he had chosen, was about yard or two to a little caveling formed by snow, where a creature white still resided him. And the very obliviousness to that led him to turn his back on that very creature. Without much hesitation, the man produced two daggers from the dark void of his clothing. Weapons which accompanied him ever since he'd been just a little boy. Even back then he was something of a disturbing character. And thus wasting little time, his calm and composed frame suddenly burst into a frenzy of movement. The tree before him was no opponent to outmatch him. Armed with only one dagger, the other laying idly by the now abandoned cape and woollen jacket, Garett's stance shifted from the arrogantly casual one, to the one of a fighter. A wide base for strong balance. He charged towards his planty opponent, changing the course of his movements at the very last time, ducking out of the way of any potential, none existent, blow and attacking from the side. A clean swipe of the dagger. If the tree had been a man, it would be a dead man. The dagger flipped in his hand, so that now it was in line with his wrist. And perhaps the tree was not dead yet, perhaps it was only a scratch - the man shifted once again in an elaborate display of footwork which resembled a dance like twirl. He delivered another blow, sticking the silver blade firmly into the bark. And the man leaped away and the dagger remained in the opponent. There were two smiles to Garett. The one upon his face now was the honest one. The real one. The one which pulled his features into the grotesque mask of a man relishing in just the very thought of a fight. Alas his opponents were trees, for he was Garett the tree slayer.

[Elia]

Elia had began to fall asleep when she herd someone walking in the snow close by. Her ears twitched to try and get a better understanding as to where this object was coming from. Elia slid back further into her cave scared when she saw a man dressed in all black. Elia laid there as she saw this man looking around and then she saw them. The man had pulled out two daggers. Elia was fascinated by the moon shining on the blade but she was scared. "What did he need those for?" "Did he see me?" "Is he going to kill me?" These were just some of the thoughts going threw Elias head. Then she saw the man dancing around and he started to fight the trees as if they were real people. "Is he ok?" "Is he seeing things?" Elias curiosity grew and grew as she laid there watching this man.

Once the man had stopped Elia slowly creped out of her solitude of her cave and walked towards the man. She didn't want to get to close as she was scared to what he would do. So Elia walked in large circles around the man still crouched low to the ground smelling the air trying to get his sent. The moon light glittered on her fur and the snow around her as she walked in circles around him.

[Garett Devaro]

Perhaps the worst thing the Kelvic could have done was walk around the man like she did. In fact once she crept out of the cave so silently and perfectly, the way only a real tiger could, she should have retreated, just as silently. Perhaps the stranger was now, in all but one sense of the word, unarmed. For the daggers were no longer within reach of his skilled hands. But yet another weapon lingered within him, an invisible weapon. One that, comparing to the blades, should be must more avoided. He exhaled loudly, not tiered for he hadn't yet managed to break a sweat. It just seemed appropriate at that precise moment.It was precisely then when the subtlest of movements came in contact with his peripheral vision and at once he spun abruptly to face it. That mad smile disappearing from his face, replaced by an impassiveness colder than the snow. Though perhaps that very lack of expression was less disturbing than his previous smile. Even when unarmed, he is never truly unarmed. That should perhaps be his motto. And good one at that and a truthful one. The creature before him he had never witnessed apart from in illustrations in Zeltivian library books. Though in those they were often described as clad in rusty hues and oranges. This one however was a weaving of white and black striped. A majestic carnivore which moved though the undergrowth with such fluidity. Ah what was the name of this creature? He searched his brain but could not fin de answer. The name bore no significance however and the most important thing to do at that moment, was to protect him self. And perhaps he'd take this moment to practice his craft. Besides animals' minds were more susceptible to hypnotism, than those of humans, for the sheer simplicity of them. The man's pale eyes locked with those of the grant cat. That was perhaps all he needed to plant the suggestion the subconscious mind of the animal. A very simple statement. Stay right there. That was all he wanted. No harm, no pain would be inflicted on the cat, yet she would most likely not come any closer, nor retreat. And thus the djed within him obeyed the power of his will and that eye contact became the transmitter for the suggestion. The man's expression softened and his other smile took the place of his mad one. A pleasant smile. One that exhibited all his symmetrical handsomeness perfectly. This creature before him was indeed enchantingly beautiful, yet not for a moment did it cross his mind that she could be a Kelvic. "What are you, what are you little cat?" he spoke, half to him self, for he still couldn't quite remember the name.

[Elia]

Elia, enchanted by the man sat just mere feet away after thinking she should just stay there. She wanted to learn more but she was to scared to get closer. She didn't know who he was or why he was there. "In the middle of the woods on a cold winters night" "Why not be somewhere warm to sleep?" she thought as she sat there and examined the man closer. She wanted to learn more but she didn't want to move. She didn't feel safe enough yet to get any closer but her curiosity wouldn't let her leave either.

[Garett Devaro]

The man took several steps backwards and leaned against a tree, directly facing the animal. Quite content with his magic, he was. It served him well and the more he'd practice, the stronger he would become. Yet casting no more of his hypnotism for now, he stared at the creature, for he'd been perhaps as enchanted by her as he was by him. And thus his features became even softer still. He didn't really relish in violence, though lived by the belief that skill should be kept up, which was his original purpose in the woods at night like this. Instead he revelled in nothingness. A man in juxtaposition on the axis of the world, yet not being quite a part of it all, not entirely separate. Relaxing somewhat Garett broke into a monolog, for he had the habit of frequently talking to him self. Of course his preferred method of communication was by quill, writing down his thoughts for future reference. Often he had only him self to communicate with. And believing little of the creatures ability to comprehend his speech, he spoke to her as if no one was listening. "I must say, I have never seen a creature quite like you." the fluid words came. A smile of amusement in his chiselled ivory features "I once saw you in a book, but the name seemed to have slipped my mind. If only you were one of those shape shifters, you could tell me your self. Pitty."

[Elia]

Elia sat there in amazement to what the man said. She herd and understood everything. "I want to learn more" she thought. In an array of lights Elia shifted into her human form. Naked but her long white hair covering her breast. "Hello" she said in a per "My name is Elia." "And that word you couldn't think of was tiger." she said with a big smile as she studied the man leaning against the tree. Every position of his body every movement his hair and clothes made in the cold winter air. "Do you have anymore questions?" she asked as the moonlight glistened of her thick white hair and her bright blue eyes twinkled.

[Garett Devaro]

His eyes stared with amazement heavily printed into them, as the creature was no more and instead - in an elaborate display, clad with mystique and enigmatic charm - a beautiful young woman stood. And indeed she was lovely. Naked yet somehow dressed elegantly in her long white hair. The moonlight accented the curves of her body with a soft, ethereal glow. And for a moment perhaps, Garett Forgot who he was, enticed by the beauty of the woman. Is this a dream? For that's precisely what it seemed. Barely did he speak and a wish of his came true as if rendered so by the hand of some strange god. It made him wonder; if he spoke of another wish, perhaps a more inappropriate one, would it also come to be? And alienated in his mind with those abominable thoughts only a man could think in that situation - a man with no concept of honour or chivalry. A man who cared not for such nonsense - he had almost missed the entirety of her speech. Almost, but not quite. And she was correct. The word 'tiger' was just what his mind needed. Foolish, she was for giving away her name so freely. There was much a foe could do with a name. For instance knowing a name, the hypnotist already knew something about her and the more he found out, the more his power grew over her. And was he to find out her inner most secrets and the inner most mechanisms of her mind, he could reek havoc. He could burn down a village with her hands, he could kill a man with those gentle limbs. Of course that was a great overestimation of the magical power, but every man has a fantasy and it just so happened that Garett's were those of a darker substance. None the less, the girl should keep her self shielded in wake of this stranger - or rather should have, for giving away her name was a direct manifestation that he had already found his way in. Perhaps before this night is out she would tell him all he'd want to know and he wouldn't even be on the brink of overgiving. This was a test not only of his hypnosis, but also his charisma and so the man quickly discarded that surprise in his eyes and slapped on the most pleasant of smiles he could possibly fathom. Tonight he would play a gentleman, but she wasn't the prise. The real thing of value was the increase of his skill. "Well." he spoke softly. "I believe my very first question would be; are you not cold my lady?" When he wanted to, Garret could prove to be a charming young man. Pity that wasn't often.

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[Elia]

Elia just looked at the man with a smile. "I am a little chilly."

She walked over to her little cave and grabbed her sack. She got dressed and rapped her cape around her frozen body. Returning to where her and the man had talked. "There is something about this man I like," Elia thought "but I am not sure what it is." "So what is a nice man like you doing way out here?"

[Garett Devaro]

He observed as the woman retrieved some clothing from the little cave in which she had previously perhaps resided. Perhaps she had watched him for longer than he presumed. Or perhaps she had lived in the forest and that little snow cave had been a permanent residence. So man conclusions, so many possibilities from one piece of information. Despite the cold, she did well to mash her shivering and discomfort and soon she stood before him, wrapped snugly in a warm cape. He too did well to clothe him self once again. The layers did well to keep out a chill. One thing which did become apparent to him is how unphased the Kelvic seemed to be by her previous nakedness. Any normal woman would have blushed heavily and hid from him, perhaps refused to speak at all. But not she. A creature so confident and comfortable in her own skin, that she threw her inhibitions to the wind.That is how all women should act, he thought to him self in a manner of utmost boldness. Instead of hiding their bodies beneath corsets and clothing and other such foolishness, they should all walk around naked. Now wouldn't that be a wonderland? "So what is a nice man like you doing way out here?" she asked in a twinkling, melodic voice. Her interest in him was apparent, as was his in her. Though both perhaps had very different reasons. She called him a nice man. How unfortunate of her to think so, for the man before her was all but a 'nice man'. An ambitious man, perhaps he was, an intelligent man but by far his kindness lacked ergo he would never truly be a nice man. Such a notion would brink tears of laughter and ridicule of her to his eyes, had he not been so skilled at self composition. "Well." he replied with something resembling both a warm smile and a mischievous smirk carved into his ivory features, yet was truly neither. Having already retrieved one of his weapons, he firmly grasped the handle of the other, before gently easing it from the tree as it if was a new born baby. A flamboyant display of gentleness on his behalf, before he softly ran his fingers along the blade to make sure it has not dulled sufficiently. It performed well, leaving a tiny slit in his flesh from which two drops of crimson blood spurted forth. And with satisfaction, the dark haired man hid the precious weapon where his twin already resided, deep in the void of his clothing. "There are many things that may brink a man into the forest at night, alone. Perhaps unfathomable boldness or perhaps a love of serenity and the peace of one's own mind. There are many things indeed. But tell my Elia, what should bring a delightful creature like your self into a forest at night, alone and with no one to protect her. It seems quite a dangerous adventure, may I be so bold as to state." Then it came to words, Garett was a snake. Once again he had given her an answer without giving her much of an answer at all. No scrap of priceless revaluation had been handed to her. Instead those words of his were just emptiness wrapped in pretty ornamentation of elegant language. And with every question he knew more of her and she knew less of him, for not even his name yet had reached her ears. It was almost amusing how the beautiful Kelvic woman with her exotic charm and her silvery white hair had not yet realised that even his name was a mystery.

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