Miss me guys? I've been busy doing school business and now I'm back to
write for "Holiday" Break. Stupid public school.
Only one review? Man, Griffin, I love ya. Always come through, even if it is eventually. So you want to know of the polar bears neh? Its kinda a confusing, screwed up joke between myself and my boyfriend. It would take far too long to type and I really don't feel like doing so, so you get nothing. Sorry.
Ok. Stop reading this. Get out of your chair. And run, don't walk, to your nearest movie theater and see Return of the King six or seven times. Greatest movie ever made. No joke. It got me thinking of writing again so here you go: a LOTR inspired (with a dash of boredom) chapter.
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Ronin was thrown aside from an invisible force, stopping his steady stream of fire at the Assassin's door. He picked himself up in a hurry, raising his eyes to meet the Assassin as she swept out of the room she occupied. Her hair fanned out behind her and bounced with each steady step.
The Cleric was not four steps behind the Assassin as she stopped in front of Ronin. Ronin stood and summoned fire into his palm. A sneer was on his face as the ball levitated above his palm. Murder was in his eyes as he glared at her. She stood without emotion except the feeling of anger and irritation radiating off of her. Her hands rested on her hips as she stared him down even though he was several inches taller than she was.
"Let her down," he hissed at her.
The Assassin's eyes flashed a moment of emotion, then returned to their serene stare.
"I do not believe that you are the one to be telling me what to do with one who decided to walk straight into one of my wards when I had put several warnings out and she persisted. I do not believe that you have the authority to deal with this. That authority is mine," the Assassin said in a cold tone.
A whimper escaped Taryn's lips as she sobbed lightly. Inwardly, the Assassin rolled her eyes at the child. She truly was. All that hit her was wind and that wasn't even a tenth of what the Cleric had thrown out.
When Ronin heard Taryn's whimper, he threw the fire at the Assassin. Of course, the Assassin saw this coming and stepped aside as the fire raged past her. What she didn't see coming was the other hand of Ronin's throwing a current stronger than the one that the Assassin was currently dodging. It hit her square in the back. The smell of burning cloth and flesh filled everyone's noses as she doubled over.
The flames subsided as Ronin was being pummeled by the Cleric's fists and legs. He had seemed to have forgotten that he could do far worse with anything he knew magically, but all that came to him now was the basic human instinct of kicking and punching the shit out of the kid who attacked the loved.
'I love her?' the Cleric thought somewhere deep in his mind as he listened to Ronin's grunts and yelps in pain.
The Cleric left his thought and finished his assault on Ronin. He went over to the Assassin when he was sure that Ronin wouldn't be up and attacking him. He walked over to her and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her back into the room and lay her prone on the bed. The burn was repulsive and the smell worse. Her shirt was burned off or melted onto her. He knelt over her, spreading his weight as evenly as he could as he gently moved some of the less burned pieces of cloth away from the wound. A tiny whimper came from the bed where her face was and he grimaced. With more care than ever, he gently peeled away the rest of the melted pieces of shirt. He cracked his knuckles and rubbed his hands together before holding them above her back. His eyes and hands began to glow blue.
Her skin began to close up and soon it looked as if she had never even left the comfort of the bed to get any form of a scar or blemish to mar her skin. Her back rose and fell as she breathed a little heavier than before.
The Cleric sighed. 'I am getting really tired of saving her. I won't stop though, not for the world.'
She turned over slowly and looked at the Cleric with a small smile. "I gotta be more careful. I'm getting mighty tired of you having to heal me. And tired of ruining my clothes," she said sitting up. The front of her shirt was still intact. (Yeah, so calm down kids, it's ok. Minds out of the gutter! That means you!)
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Her legs were a little wobbly when she began to walk but she regained her stamina quickly and by the time she got to a dresser in the corner she was walking normally. She pulled out new things to wear and the Cleric watched expectantly.
She felt his eyes on her back as she started to pull off the remains of her shirt.
"You'd better turn around Dacius, or I might have to blind you or worse," she said with a light laugh. He sniffed his doubts but turned around. She turned and saw that he was turned and began to remove the rest of her shirt. She did turn her back to him though; knowing him too well and the fact that he was a guy made her do so.
The Cleric stared at the wall for a moment when he started to hear cloth move about. He smiled devilishly and turned his head slightly. He was denied though when he saw her back turned. He didn't turn back around. He saw no point to. Her back was very strong, the muscles moving as she slipped on another tank top. As he watched, he found himself smiling broader than he was earlier. She was quite beautiful. She reached for a long sleeved shirt to put over her tank top and began to turn around.
By the time that she was fully around, the Cleric was staring innocently (well as innocent as he could muster at this point) at the other wall.
"Nice view?" she queried as she adjusted the second shirt. She saw his ears move as he smiled.
"Excellent," was his only spoken reply.
'I should have sent him out,' the Assassin thought irritably at his hidden smile. 'Stupid peeping Tom.'
She sighed and walked around to the other side of the bed. She quickly released the bonds on Taryn's feet as she felt someone pulling at her. Immediately after that, two loud thumps and a grunt were heard as Ronin fell with Taryn landing on top of him, the Assassin assumed. She smiled to herself and turned to a shadow and began to walk out.
"Where are you going?" the Cleric asked standing to follow her.
For her reply, she smiled over her shoulder at him then sprinted through the shadow and out of sight. The Cleric sighed and trotted after her into the shadow.
Inside the eerie darkness of the other side of the shadows the Cleric lost her. She was nowhere to be found with the eyes, but her spirit was another thing.
He could feel that she had just run through and he easily picked up her trail. She hadn't stayed in the shadow for long, exiting in a glimmer not far from where she entered.
The Cleric followed her trail into the light and found himself in a part of the woods that was still standing. The edge of where the path of his storm had cleaved a clearing was not far but the trees were old growth and had girths so wide that if you put your arms around it you wouldn't even get halfway across.
He walked slowly, looking up into the high canopy of the trees. Squirrels leaped from branch to branch with ease above. A whinny brought his attention back to the ground. Not far from him were about six or seven horses with the Assassin standing in the middle of them petting a rather large roan stallion's nose. She patted his black mane as she looked at the Cleric.
"And it wouldn't have been easier to just tell me what you were doing?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Easier, yes. Fun, no," she said with a smile.
"How is it that the red ones always like you?" he asked as he got closer to her.
"I dunno," she replied.
He was about to reach out for her hand when the stallion bit the air where his hand would have been. It glared at the Cleric, causing the Assassin to burst out laughing.
"And how is it that none of your horses ever like me? What have I done to this one?" he asked wearily holding his hands away from the stallion.
"I don't think he likes you because," she paused, then whispered into the stallion's ear. The horse began to shake its head, tossing his black mane and stomping once. If the Cleric didn't know better, he would have thought it was laughing at him.
"What? What did you say to it?" he demanded.
The Assassin just laughed at him.
"He thinks that there is nothing in your head. He thinks you don't make that good of a stallion. I guess that's supposed to be an insult," she said between giggles.
The Cleric didn't find this that funny and folded his arms in front of him with a scowl on his face.
She walked over to him, the stallion stomping his hoof several times as she did, and put her forehead against his.
"Come on, it's only a horse joke. They tell them all the time if you just listen. Come on, he's only kidding," she said smiling and looking into his eyes. He only continued to pout. "Fine then. Give me this," she said grabbing his hand. He didn't even have time to protest before she put his hand on the stallion's nose. The stallion was even less thrilled about it than the Cleric but the Assassin held both the horse and boy in the place. "See? Both of you just act like colts and children. There is no problem. You," she said to the stallion, "need to settle down. And you," she said to the Cleric, "need to quit being a baby. And besides, you're it," she said tagging his shoulder.
She leapt on the stallion's back and it raced off. A smile spread across the Cleric's face. He ran to another horse and chased her. The Assassin's gleeful laugh danced on the wind behind her as the Cleric caught up. The stallion was running at an easy canter when the Cleric caught up to her. The Assassin smiled as he reached out an arm to tag her. She blew a kiss as the stallion reared up, kicking the air and turning, then sprinting the opposite direction. The Assassin held on to the horse with her knees.
The Cleric was astounded at her horsemanship skills. She rode bareback, as did the Cleric, but he had to grip the mane of his horse for dear life. She was out of sight in the trees and he chased her, pushing the horse he was on as fast as it would go. He came upon a clearing and the stallion was standing in the middle panting with his head down. The Cleric looked about for her, finding her nowhere in sight. He slowly dismounted from his horse. He walked quietly among the trees, catching the sound of her quiet breathing. He smiled as he realized that she was in a tree above.
He didn't look up but continued walking. When he was out of her sight, he climbed a stout tree and walked along its branches to get to the tree she was hiding in. He surprisingly agile on the thin branches. He moved quickly and in silence. He grew closer to the tree that she was hiding in and slowed down. He reached up for a branch above him and pulled himself up. He repeated the process several times until he was much higher than he figured the Assassin was. He slipped around the tree and saw her below him, watching the ground intently. She sniffed and sat back against the trunk of the tree. She was about to climb down when the Cleric jumped down from the branch he was standing on to the one she was sitting on.
She yelped and lost her balance, swinging her arms in the air. She was about to fall when the Cleric built a wall below the branch and she found herself straddling the tree branch with both feet firmly planted on the wall. She gasped for air looking up at the Cleric with terror in her eyes. Pure fear was in them, the kind that she got when she looked up at him with when he had found her locked in a coffin. She didn't know how she got there but she sobbed for several minutes after she was safely out of the thing.
When the Cleric saw the terror in her eyes, he immediately regretted scaring her like that. She drew her legs up and leaned against the tree and rested her head on her knees. He knelt down to put his hand on her arm and she flinched at his touch.
"Amys, I'm sorry. I didn't think that I would startle you this much," he said and when she gave no reply he continued on. "You always get to play around but when ever I do, somebody gets hurt. I should have been more careful, I am truly sorry."
She didn't respond again. He took his hand back and stood up. "Oh," he said, "by the way, you're it."
She looked up at him with a smile. The terror in her eyes was long gone, now only mirth was in them.
"You're too easy. I thought you were supposed to be smart," he looked down at her confused.
She smiled. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again the terror was back.
"You little," he began as he walked quickly over to her and began tickling. She laughed hard and tried to fight herself free but to no avail.
"Lemme..go...you..bully..." she said between laughs. He continued to tickle her and she just laughed harder. Her eyes were clenched shut and tears were in the corners. She was gasping for breath between laughs and when she took a breath, he leaned in and kissed her.
After a moment, he leaned back. She looked a good deal less surprised this time around and she almost seemed to have been anticipating it. He shrugged and kissed her again.
Little did either know that someone was watching from the shadows below. The darkened figure growled before stalking back in the direction of the remains of the mansion.
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Ok guys. Christmas is on Thursday! Yay! I celebrate it. You might not. Hurrah for you. I'm excited though! Yay!
Hopefully I can survive through my family to get to the meet in the state next door to us on the 27th. It's going to be awesome: we're number one in my state and they in theirs. It will be a battle for the best. Muahahah! But I can't do backstroke, too fast you know. Never thought I would be complaining about that!
Best of wishes to all of you. Hopefully I will be updating again soon.
Hell week has started. Hell week is the two weeks of "holiday" break where we spend SIX HOURS IN A POOL AND DO SEVERAL MILES WORTH OF SWIMMING PER PRACTICE. TWO A DAY FOR THREE HOURS A PIECE. KILL ME NOW.
Only one review? Man, Griffin, I love ya. Always come through, even if it is eventually. So you want to know of the polar bears neh? Its kinda a confusing, screwed up joke between myself and my boyfriend. It would take far too long to type and I really don't feel like doing so, so you get nothing. Sorry.
Ok. Stop reading this. Get out of your chair. And run, don't walk, to your nearest movie theater and see Return of the King six or seven times. Greatest movie ever made. No joke. It got me thinking of writing again so here you go: a LOTR inspired (with a dash of boredom) chapter.
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Ronin was thrown aside from an invisible force, stopping his steady stream of fire at the Assassin's door. He picked himself up in a hurry, raising his eyes to meet the Assassin as she swept out of the room she occupied. Her hair fanned out behind her and bounced with each steady step.
The Cleric was not four steps behind the Assassin as she stopped in front of Ronin. Ronin stood and summoned fire into his palm. A sneer was on his face as the ball levitated above his palm. Murder was in his eyes as he glared at her. She stood without emotion except the feeling of anger and irritation radiating off of her. Her hands rested on her hips as she stared him down even though he was several inches taller than she was.
"Let her down," he hissed at her.
The Assassin's eyes flashed a moment of emotion, then returned to their serene stare.
"I do not believe that you are the one to be telling me what to do with one who decided to walk straight into one of my wards when I had put several warnings out and she persisted. I do not believe that you have the authority to deal with this. That authority is mine," the Assassin said in a cold tone.
A whimper escaped Taryn's lips as she sobbed lightly. Inwardly, the Assassin rolled her eyes at the child. She truly was. All that hit her was wind and that wasn't even a tenth of what the Cleric had thrown out.
When Ronin heard Taryn's whimper, he threw the fire at the Assassin. Of course, the Assassin saw this coming and stepped aside as the fire raged past her. What she didn't see coming was the other hand of Ronin's throwing a current stronger than the one that the Assassin was currently dodging. It hit her square in the back. The smell of burning cloth and flesh filled everyone's noses as she doubled over.
The flames subsided as Ronin was being pummeled by the Cleric's fists and legs. He had seemed to have forgotten that he could do far worse with anything he knew magically, but all that came to him now was the basic human instinct of kicking and punching the shit out of the kid who attacked the loved.
'I love her?' the Cleric thought somewhere deep in his mind as he listened to Ronin's grunts and yelps in pain.
The Cleric left his thought and finished his assault on Ronin. He went over to the Assassin when he was sure that Ronin wouldn't be up and attacking him. He walked over to her and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her back into the room and lay her prone on the bed. The burn was repulsive and the smell worse. Her shirt was burned off or melted onto her. He knelt over her, spreading his weight as evenly as he could as he gently moved some of the less burned pieces of cloth away from the wound. A tiny whimper came from the bed where her face was and he grimaced. With more care than ever, he gently peeled away the rest of the melted pieces of shirt. He cracked his knuckles and rubbed his hands together before holding them above her back. His eyes and hands began to glow blue.
Her skin began to close up and soon it looked as if she had never even left the comfort of the bed to get any form of a scar or blemish to mar her skin. Her back rose and fell as she breathed a little heavier than before.
The Cleric sighed. 'I am getting really tired of saving her. I won't stop though, not for the world.'
She turned over slowly and looked at the Cleric with a small smile. "I gotta be more careful. I'm getting mighty tired of you having to heal me. And tired of ruining my clothes," she said sitting up. The front of her shirt was still intact. (Yeah, so calm down kids, it's ok. Minds out of the gutter! That means you!)
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Her legs were a little wobbly when she began to walk but she regained her stamina quickly and by the time she got to a dresser in the corner she was walking normally. She pulled out new things to wear and the Cleric watched expectantly.
She felt his eyes on her back as she started to pull off the remains of her shirt.
"You'd better turn around Dacius, or I might have to blind you or worse," she said with a light laugh. He sniffed his doubts but turned around. She turned and saw that he was turned and began to remove the rest of her shirt. She did turn her back to him though; knowing him too well and the fact that he was a guy made her do so.
The Cleric stared at the wall for a moment when he started to hear cloth move about. He smiled devilishly and turned his head slightly. He was denied though when he saw her back turned. He didn't turn back around. He saw no point to. Her back was very strong, the muscles moving as she slipped on another tank top. As he watched, he found himself smiling broader than he was earlier. She was quite beautiful. She reached for a long sleeved shirt to put over her tank top and began to turn around.
By the time that she was fully around, the Cleric was staring innocently (well as innocent as he could muster at this point) at the other wall.
"Nice view?" she queried as she adjusted the second shirt. She saw his ears move as he smiled.
"Excellent," was his only spoken reply.
'I should have sent him out,' the Assassin thought irritably at his hidden smile. 'Stupid peeping Tom.'
She sighed and walked around to the other side of the bed. She quickly released the bonds on Taryn's feet as she felt someone pulling at her. Immediately after that, two loud thumps and a grunt were heard as Ronin fell with Taryn landing on top of him, the Assassin assumed. She smiled to herself and turned to a shadow and began to walk out.
"Where are you going?" the Cleric asked standing to follow her.
For her reply, she smiled over her shoulder at him then sprinted through the shadow and out of sight. The Cleric sighed and trotted after her into the shadow.
Inside the eerie darkness of the other side of the shadows the Cleric lost her. She was nowhere to be found with the eyes, but her spirit was another thing.
He could feel that she had just run through and he easily picked up her trail. She hadn't stayed in the shadow for long, exiting in a glimmer not far from where she entered.
The Cleric followed her trail into the light and found himself in a part of the woods that was still standing. The edge of where the path of his storm had cleaved a clearing was not far but the trees were old growth and had girths so wide that if you put your arms around it you wouldn't even get halfway across.
He walked slowly, looking up into the high canopy of the trees. Squirrels leaped from branch to branch with ease above. A whinny brought his attention back to the ground. Not far from him were about six or seven horses with the Assassin standing in the middle of them petting a rather large roan stallion's nose. She patted his black mane as she looked at the Cleric.
"And it wouldn't have been easier to just tell me what you were doing?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Easier, yes. Fun, no," she said with a smile.
"How is it that the red ones always like you?" he asked as he got closer to her.
"I dunno," she replied.
He was about to reach out for her hand when the stallion bit the air where his hand would have been. It glared at the Cleric, causing the Assassin to burst out laughing.
"And how is it that none of your horses ever like me? What have I done to this one?" he asked wearily holding his hands away from the stallion.
"I don't think he likes you because," she paused, then whispered into the stallion's ear. The horse began to shake its head, tossing his black mane and stomping once. If the Cleric didn't know better, he would have thought it was laughing at him.
"What? What did you say to it?" he demanded.
The Assassin just laughed at him.
"He thinks that there is nothing in your head. He thinks you don't make that good of a stallion. I guess that's supposed to be an insult," she said between giggles.
The Cleric didn't find this that funny and folded his arms in front of him with a scowl on his face.
She walked over to him, the stallion stomping his hoof several times as she did, and put her forehead against his.
"Come on, it's only a horse joke. They tell them all the time if you just listen. Come on, he's only kidding," she said smiling and looking into his eyes. He only continued to pout. "Fine then. Give me this," she said grabbing his hand. He didn't even have time to protest before she put his hand on the stallion's nose. The stallion was even less thrilled about it than the Cleric but the Assassin held both the horse and boy in the place. "See? Both of you just act like colts and children. There is no problem. You," she said to the stallion, "need to settle down. And you," she said to the Cleric, "need to quit being a baby. And besides, you're it," she said tagging his shoulder.
She leapt on the stallion's back and it raced off. A smile spread across the Cleric's face. He ran to another horse and chased her. The Assassin's gleeful laugh danced on the wind behind her as the Cleric caught up. The stallion was running at an easy canter when the Cleric caught up to her. The Assassin smiled as he reached out an arm to tag her. She blew a kiss as the stallion reared up, kicking the air and turning, then sprinting the opposite direction. The Assassin held on to the horse with her knees.
The Cleric was astounded at her horsemanship skills. She rode bareback, as did the Cleric, but he had to grip the mane of his horse for dear life. She was out of sight in the trees and he chased her, pushing the horse he was on as fast as it would go. He came upon a clearing and the stallion was standing in the middle panting with his head down. The Cleric looked about for her, finding her nowhere in sight. He slowly dismounted from his horse. He walked quietly among the trees, catching the sound of her quiet breathing. He smiled as he realized that she was in a tree above.
He didn't look up but continued walking. When he was out of her sight, he climbed a stout tree and walked along its branches to get to the tree she was hiding in. He surprisingly agile on the thin branches. He moved quickly and in silence. He grew closer to the tree that she was hiding in and slowed down. He reached up for a branch above him and pulled himself up. He repeated the process several times until he was much higher than he figured the Assassin was. He slipped around the tree and saw her below him, watching the ground intently. She sniffed and sat back against the trunk of the tree. She was about to climb down when the Cleric jumped down from the branch he was standing on to the one she was sitting on.
She yelped and lost her balance, swinging her arms in the air. She was about to fall when the Cleric built a wall below the branch and she found herself straddling the tree branch with both feet firmly planted on the wall. She gasped for air looking up at the Cleric with terror in her eyes. Pure fear was in them, the kind that she got when she looked up at him with when he had found her locked in a coffin. She didn't know how she got there but she sobbed for several minutes after she was safely out of the thing.
When the Cleric saw the terror in her eyes, he immediately regretted scaring her like that. She drew her legs up and leaned against the tree and rested her head on her knees. He knelt down to put his hand on her arm and she flinched at his touch.
"Amys, I'm sorry. I didn't think that I would startle you this much," he said and when she gave no reply he continued on. "You always get to play around but when ever I do, somebody gets hurt. I should have been more careful, I am truly sorry."
She didn't respond again. He took his hand back and stood up. "Oh," he said, "by the way, you're it."
She looked up at him with a smile. The terror in her eyes was long gone, now only mirth was in them.
"You're too easy. I thought you were supposed to be smart," he looked down at her confused.
She smiled. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again the terror was back.
"You little," he began as he walked quickly over to her and began tickling. She laughed hard and tried to fight herself free but to no avail.
"Lemme..go...you..bully..." she said between laughs. He continued to tickle her and she just laughed harder. Her eyes were clenched shut and tears were in the corners. She was gasping for breath between laughs and when she took a breath, he leaned in and kissed her.
After a moment, he leaned back. She looked a good deal less surprised this time around and she almost seemed to have been anticipating it. He shrugged and kissed her again.
Little did either know that someone was watching from the shadows below. The darkened figure growled before stalking back in the direction of the remains of the mansion.
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Ok guys. Christmas is on Thursday! Yay! I celebrate it. You might not. Hurrah for you. I'm excited though! Yay!
Hopefully I can survive through my family to get to the meet in the state next door to us on the 27th. It's going to be awesome: we're number one in my state and they in theirs. It will be a battle for the best. Muahahah! But I can't do backstroke, too fast you know. Never thought I would be complaining about that!
Best of wishes to all of you. Hopefully I will be updating again soon.
Hell week has started. Hell week is the two weeks of "holiday" break where we spend SIX HOURS IN A POOL AND DO SEVERAL MILES WORTH OF SWIMMING PER PRACTICE. TWO A DAY FOR THREE HOURS A PIECE. KILL ME NOW.