Post by Jukka on Jul 5, 2008 12:34:46 GMT -8
Name: Jukka
Level: Trainee
Level desired: Masters or Honors, whichever level I'm at really.
Roleplay Experience: Jaharaah
Transcontinental
Veil
Roleplay-hosting Experience: Nada
Response to a prompt:
Vyn lay crumpled in the small clearing. Morning had finally come, but he didn't feel any better. It had just been the previous night when he had walked through the dark woods. A mysterious someone he had encountered had relayed to him a rather disturbing story, and given him an arrow. He had followed Vyn relentlessly until Vyn ran into the dark woods, and a sickness struck him so fast he vomited on the spot. He had walked a few more steps and collapsed. Whether sleep or unconsciousness had carried him through the night he wasn't sure, but either way it hadn't helped. His bow and quiver of arrows lay nearby, thankfully untouched. He lay silent, wanting to collect himself before he attempted to get up.
The sound of rustling in the nearby shrubs made him forget that thought. The black haired archer sat straight up, only to crash back to the ground moments later. His head swirled as he tried to see who had come across him. Through his spinning vision and strands of hair hanging over his eyes, he made out two figures.
"..Are you okay?" A female voice sounded through the dizziness. He heard a low growl in her companions throat as she made her way closer to him. It was the last thing Vyn wanted at the moment, to be near people. He had walked out on his own last nigh to clear his head, but where he had picked up this illness was a mystery to him.
"I just...need..go..away." Talking proved to even be a difficult task for Vyn. His vision cleared slightly, and he saw the female figure getting closer. His blood boiled and he had no idea why. She was friendly, only asking if he needed help. Anger shot up though and his face turned red. His vision cleared more and his stomach began to settle. He became focused on the figure moving towards him.
"I think you could use som-"
Vyn shot himself up from the ground feet first towards the girl. He felt his boots make contact and she flew back into the shrubs she had appeared from. He spun wildly to face his bow and arrow, lying on the ground a few feet away. He ran towards it, only to feel claws dig through his cloak, vest, and shirt and rip into his skin. He fell heavily to the ground, pieces of dirt flying up to meet him. The claws continued to dig into his back. Gathering himself, he made a huge effort and, using his arms, pushed up from the earth and flung his legs over him. The wolf smacked the earth as Vyn's boots came in contact with the ground. He ran now for his bow and arrow as the wolf got up. He had never been one for close contact fighting.
Vyn had always been faster than others his age. Apparently, the wolf had plenty of speed too. Vyn had one hand wrapped around his bow when the wolf snatched the quiver as it sprinted by, biting it and breaking the arrows inside. Shedding his heavy cloak, Vyn jumped for a low tree branch and swung from there up into the lowest canopy of the trees. He had always been quite acrobatic and agile as well, proving this to the wolf as he gracefully and quickly leaped from branch to branch. He would be no match for the wolf in close combat anyway, even moreso now with the blood seeping from his back.
Reaching inside his vest, Vyn felt the dark feathers of one arrow he always held with him. The one arrow he had been told to use only if he must. He brought it out of the vest. A black mist seemed to surround the arrow. He looked down to see where the wolf was. His master had emerged from the shrubs again, and was now reciting something. A spell? It was to risky to let her continue. Touching the arrow to the bow, a wild power flowed through Vyn.
His arms went wild, the bow aiming every which way until it finally settled on a spot in the canopy of the trees that was open to the sky. But why had his arms aimed there? It felt right. The dark mist of the arrow felt great aiming to that spot. Something seemed to take over him. Looking down once more at his combatants, he grinned devilishly and released the arrow. Whizzing through the small opening in the trees, darkness surrounded the area. Vyn himself couldn't see a thing. Through the darkness a piercing scream filled the air. Light returned moments later and Vyn looked down at the clearing. The wolf nor his master were in the clearing. His quiver lay in the middle of the small clearing. He jumped down. The quiver had some blood stains on it, but where had the two gone? What had that arrow done, and did the sickness have anything to do with it?
Scared of what he had done, and what could possibly be wrong with him, he ran off into the woods towards the town where he had encountered the stranger. Perhaps he was the only one who would know.
Level: Trainee
Level desired: Masters or Honors, whichever level I'm at really.
Roleplay Experience: Jaharaah
Transcontinental
Veil
Roleplay-hosting Experience: Nada
Response to a prompt:
Vyn lay crumpled in the small clearing. Morning had finally come, but he didn't feel any better. It had just been the previous night when he had walked through the dark woods. A mysterious someone he had encountered had relayed to him a rather disturbing story, and given him an arrow. He had followed Vyn relentlessly until Vyn ran into the dark woods, and a sickness struck him so fast he vomited on the spot. He had walked a few more steps and collapsed. Whether sleep or unconsciousness had carried him through the night he wasn't sure, but either way it hadn't helped. His bow and quiver of arrows lay nearby, thankfully untouched. He lay silent, wanting to collect himself before he attempted to get up.
The sound of rustling in the nearby shrubs made him forget that thought. The black haired archer sat straight up, only to crash back to the ground moments later. His head swirled as he tried to see who had come across him. Through his spinning vision and strands of hair hanging over his eyes, he made out two figures.
"..Are you okay?" A female voice sounded through the dizziness. He heard a low growl in her companions throat as she made her way closer to him. It was the last thing Vyn wanted at the moment, to be near people. He had walked out on his own last nigh to clear his head, but where he had picked up this illness was a mystery to him.
"I just...need..go..away." Talking proved to even be a difficult task for Vyn. His vision cleared slightly, and he saw the female figure getting closer. His blood boiled and he had no idea why. She was friendly, only asking if he needed help. Anger shot up though and his face turned red. His vision cleared more and his stomach began to settle. He became focused on the figure moving towards him.
"I think you could use som-"
Vyn shot himself up from the ground feet first towards the girl. He felt his boots make contact and she flew back into the shrubs she had appeared from. He spun wildly to face his bow and arrow, lying on the ground a few feet away. He ran towards it, only to feel claws dig through his cloak, vest, and shirt and rip into his skin. He fell heavily to the ground, pieces of dirt flying up to meet him. The claws continued to dig into his back. Gathering himself, he made a huge effort and, using his arms, pushed up from the earth and flung his legs over him. The wolf smacked the earth as Vyn's boots came in contact with the ground. He ran now for his bow and arrow as the wolf got up. He had never been one for close contact fighting.
Vyn had always been faster than others his age. Apparently, the wolf had plenty of speed too. Vyn had one hand wrapped around his bow when the wolf snatched the quiver as it sprinted by, biting it and breaking the arrows inside. Shedding his heavy cloak, Vyn jumped for a low tree branch and swung from there up into the lowest canopy of the trees. He had always been quite acrobatic and agile as well, proving this to the wolf as he gracefully and quickly leaped from branch to branch. He would be no match for the wolf in close combat anyway, even moreso now with the blood seeping from his back.
Reaching inside his vest, Vyn felt the dark feathers of one arrow he always held with him. The one arrow he had been told to use only if he must. He brought it out of the vest. A black mist seemed to surround the arrow. He looked down to see where the wolf was. His master had emerged from the shrubs again, and was now reciting something. A spell? It was to risky to let her continue. Touching the arrow to the bow, a wild power flowed through Vyn.
His arms went wild, the bow aiming every which way until it finally settled on a spot in the canopy of the trees that was open to the sky. But why had his arms aimed there? It felt right. The dark mist of the arrow felt great aiming to that spot. Something seemed to take over him. Looking down once more at his combatants, he grinned devilishly and released the arrow. Whizzing through the small opening in the trees, darkness surrounded the area. Vyn himself couldn't see a thing. Through the darkness a piercing scream filled the air. Light returned moments later and Vyn looked down at the clearing. The wolf nor his master were in the clearing. His quiver lay in the middle of the small clearing. He jumped down. The quiver had some blood stains on it, but where had the two gone? What had that arrow done, and did the sickness have anything to do with it?
Scared of what he had done, and what could possibly be wrong with him, he ran off into the woods towards the town where he had encountered the stranger. Perhaps he was the only one who would know.
