Elvenpath {Open}

[amalia]

The earth was still. Quiet. As if the tiniest sound would send the world into utter chaos. And then, the gentlest of breezes picked up, causing the slender and mighty trees to tremble and groan. A slender figure paced between the canopy of the forest; a vast stretch of trees just beyond the busy life of Shreveport. The figure stilled, tilting a pale chin up to reveal a swan like neck, slender and graceful, tangles of golden brown hair falling around bare, pale shoulders. Blue eyes like the morning sky gazed up towards the moon, the breeze brushing hair away to reveal pointed ears. As the breeze died down once more, and hair settled around limbs as graceful as a statue, the woman let a smile grace her face and turned her face once more towards the moon, revealing teeth perfectly sharp. It gave her an ethereal, almost monstrous look, but her beauty put it off. A soft hum left her throat as she placed a palm flat against one of the tall oaks, feeling a deep shudder from within the heart of the tree as it responded to the power flowing through her body.

She smiled again, before words came from her lips, a gentle almost beautiful language that was native to her people - the Elves that lived deep in the heartlands of Faery, in the trees of the Elvenwood. It was there that she'd been born, almost three thousand years ago, beneath the shade of a beautiful honey oak. An oak very similar to the one she now spoke to. And it spoke back, gentle groans and murmurs through the leaves hummed out a chorus of words that she understood perfectly.

"Belondri ast hermana, twill ondrii,"

[/color] she gave thanks and blessings to the great Oak, for speaking to her so kindly, before her hand dropped away and she turned back to the sight of Shreveport, the wind once more ruffling her hair. In response, there was a deep groan and she felt a great wave of emotion wash over her. It made her skin tingle, and she laughed before bowing her head. "My thanks, wise old oak. And may you have many more years upon this Earth..."

With that, Amalia stepped away, one hand just lifting the hem of her skirt so it would not drag along the decomposing forest floor, her bare feet stepping lightly over fallen branch and twig, a hum once more on her breath as she stopped on the edgges of the forest, taking in the sight of the abomination before her. Himanity had done some cruel things to the Earth. Destroying entire forests and land just to create houses and buildings. It made her sick to her stomach. Taking a deep breath, she stilled, catching a scent that seemed to be growing stronger.

'Good evening," she glanced towards the newcomer, a smile on her features, as she lifted a hand to brush hair out of her face.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Tagged: Open to anyone who wishes to meet a she-Elf
Muse: Nightwish - Elvenpath
Other: And the Elven princess reveals herself

[Damien Evermore]

Damien Evermore

Damien basicly stomped through the woods. He made the mistake of asking Hana if there was a short cut home. He was now completely lost in the middle of the forest, following the strangest map he had ever seen. 'Go past the Oak tree with the blue bird in it' He looked around, how was he supposed to know what tree was an oak tree?

When he head a voice he turned his body to the left. A girl, Damien quirked an eyebrow. "Hello..."

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