Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 1, 2013 15:41:33 GMT -5
Sitting within the branches of a large tree, the small woman stuffed her hand into a large bag of gummy bears. Pushing aside the green ones, she plucked out a few of the other colors and popped them into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Bright pink tresses were pulled back into a tight ponytail made of veins, deep purple orbs sparkling as she chewed on the gummies. She stood then, stepping off the branch and falling to the ground. Just before she hit the grass, a pair of extremely colorful wings began to flap, preventing her from touching the ground. She floated a few inches into the air, and whistled softly.
Out came her Mastiff, Monster, barreling through the underbrush and coming up on her, lapping at her face with a large tongue. Giggling, Fayette stroked the large dogs head, running tiny digits through his soft fur. "Hey, there, Monster," she murmured to him, pressing a kiss against his wet nose. Gripping him around the neck, she climbed up onto his back and settled in, gently kicking at his sides to get him moving.
Ba'alzamon walked along, his huge hooves sinking in to the earth beneath his exorbitant weight. Pausing the male Ungrith'tar sniffed the air. He smelled something unusual, something out of place. Not like he was out of place, an almost nine foot tall Minotaur dressed in armor and leather armored kilt with two huge hand axes upon his hips and another huge double blades battle axe strapped upon his back. No...he smelled something unusual like....a wet dog?
He began moving towards the source of the smell, his head swaying back and forth causing his bone white horns to sway from side to side, their impressive three feet and four inches length with the last five inches black as if stained with to much blood. He moved along, not drawing his axes for he didn't want to harm the dog he was smelling but see what it was doing so far away from human settlement and away from its own kind.
Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 2, 2013 21:32:51 GMT -5
Fisting tiny pale fingers in the blue bandanna wrapped about the mastiffs thick neck, blinking and glancing around wildly as the Earth began to move. Sliding off the large animal, Fayette landed softly on the ground. What was that? It didn't feel quite like an Earthquake, but the ground was definitely shaking. Not much, but sure enough, it was. Colorful wings unfurled, and the small girl floated just above the ground. Out of pure curiosity, she flitted between the trees, deep purple orbs shifting to and fro within their sockets as she watched her surroundings wearily. Whatever it was, it was getting closer. Turning towards the hum of movement, she blinked and began to float towards it. What the heck was it? Pearly whites worried a plush lower lip as she moved towards the sound, curiosity and fear flashing behind those deep purples. "Hello?" she yelled out, hands balling into tiny fists. "Who's there?" She may be four feet tall, but she would fight off an enemy, no matter how big.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Jul 2, 2013 22:47:06 GMT -5
running through the woods, Vrases ran on all fours in his true form, feeling the wind rush through his fur like it was meant to, in the depths of the forest. stopping, he sniffed the air quickly; something smelled...different. he smelled fae...and something bigger. something he hadn't smelled for many years...Ungrith'tar. snarling, he ran quickly towards the odd smells. climbing up a tree, he watched quietly and intently as he noticed a small fae, looking around wildly at the quiet shaking of the earth, announcing the coming of the Ungrith'tar. looking at the dog, he pierced it with his dagger like gaze, making him put his tail between its tail, ensuring his presence wasn't noted. glancing up, he watched with his sharp eyesight as the ungrith'tar closed in on the fae, as he noted that the girl couldn't even see him yet! swishing his tail quietly and irritably from side to side as he awaited the confrontation with the hunter on his land. he wished to find out the motive between the two before jumping to conclusions; if worst came to worst, neither he nor the ungrith'tar would escape unharmed.
Moving forward the male paused hearing a faint quite voice. He tilted his head and headed in the direction of it until finally through the trees the huge creature spotted what he was looking for and hearing. A child, at least that was what it looked like, was floating above the ground upon small wings. Blinking them male Ungrith'tar tilted his head looking at the clearly feminine being.
He knew what she was, but only vaguely. A member of a race whom he had meet only a few times. A member of the Elvish as humans stupidly called them; a Fair Folk; a fae. The true name finally came to him. He had not however ever meet one of this specific breed. He had meet the human sized ones, and the tiny little winged ones, but never one that looked like a child like this. He was curious and so thus wanted to speak to her.
Seeing that he was vastly taller then the poor little thing he slowly knelt down upon the grass and bent his back and shoulder. He would still be much taller but at least he didn't tower over the poor thing. His thick lips parted and his deep, rumbling voice carried to the girl. As bass as it was and thunderous it was also not violent or even aggressive; instead or was a kind gentle voice that spoke to the little fae.
Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 3, 2013 10:53:06 GMT -5
Her eyes widened, taking in the large frame of the beast. What was he? A Minotaur? Yes, that was it. She half turned her body, prepared to flit away if he tried harming her. But when the thing knelt in the grass, she tilted her head towards him. He seemed harmless enough. Well, he seemed like he didn't want to harm her. She blinked when he spoke, flinching as the low bass rumbled through her tiny form.
Fayette turned her body again, facing the creature completely. Raising a slim brow, she spoke, her voice tiny in comparison to his. "My name is Fayette." Her cheeks puffed out as he used the word little, taking slight offense to the word. Gods, she hated being called little. Balling her hands into tiny fists once more, she settled them on her hips, glaring up at the large creature fiercely. "And who are you?" she hissed the question, chin raised.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Jul 3, 2013 23:08:49 GMT -5
watching as the two converssed, he decided to growl slightly so as to not suprsie them too much. watching the ungrith'tar, he felt his body change back into a human form, feeling himself stretch to two feet instead of one, large spear in hand and tribal wear clothing him as he watched the two of them intently.
"ungrith'tar, do you mean to hunt these lands? i am Vrases claudt, son of the unknown, and ask your business; i have not seen one of your kind in many years, nor anywhere near here. glancing down at the little fae and her dog, he twitched his head to the side; was she living in one of the nearby trees of some sort? "were do you hail from, small folk? this does not seem like one of your homes known to any." glancing up at the large creature, he held an even gaze through the creatures visor; not one of provocation, but one with a mutual respect from one hunter to another. he had hunted with one of his kind before, and they were mighty warriors; his kind were one of the very few that he believed could be even considered for respect in his eyes. glancing around, he sniffed the air, smelling boar nearby; his eyes shifted quickly, however he turned back towards the duo, and held his interested gaze over the two.
The Ungrith'tar looked at the tiny girl seeing she was getting upset. He had an idea why. "Calm yourself little one. The title is not meant as an offense. Most people are little to me, you just happen to appear even smaller. Statue is not a measure of courage or strength." He looked up and watched as a male appeared and approached them.
Ba'alzamon stood and looked at the male as he spoke, asking in turn what each of them where doing in the woods. The Ungrith'tar towered over the male, and crossed his arms over his chest. "These woods are not owned, we do not need permission to be here. I hunt nothing at the moment as nothing with in these woods holds any sport or competition. Do these answer you unwarranted questions?"
The Ungrith'tar looked at the male from his deep brown eyes, his leather armor shifting slightly and his plate male over that clanked a bit. His helm that covered the top of his head with a fifth horn gleamed in the slight light. He wasn't afraid of this male who magically appeared no matter how hard he tried. He was battle hardened, tested and one of the last few of his race.
Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 4, 2013 21:45:52 GMT -5
Before she could respond to the Minotaur's words, another male voice interrupted their conversation. An angry purple gaze snapped up, bringingthe male into sight. He was sitting atop a tree branch, staring at the two. Small folk, was all she heard. Blood rushed to her face, cheeks puffing out once more in rage. Why in the hell was everyone calling her small today?! Fists balling into evem tighter fists, knuckles turning white, Fayette flitted up on multicolored wings, pointing a tiny finger in his face. "Do not call me small!" She hissed angrily, brows furrowing in frustration. Crossing arms over a tiny chest, she glared up at him. If one more person called her small, she was gonna scream. Or better yet, kill someone. First the huge Minotaur, and then this new male. Where had he come from, anyway? And who the hell was he? Did he think he owned the woods? She snorted.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Jul 6, 2013 17:53:07 GMT -5
putting his hands up to his head, he shook his head slightly. "i meant no offense hunter. i simply was curious; its first instinct for my kind. i simply have not seen one of your race for many years and was somewhat....excited to see another, and one who is battle tested, as seen by the marks of glory on youre armor. it is good to be in the presence of another hunter." glancing at the two of them, he seemed taken aback at the presumption. "of course the woods arent owned; you cannot own nature. thats like trying to say that you own the air around you; it cant happen, and never should. the splendors of nature are meant for all who come into it. although i am human in appearance, i am not truly one of them; i do not believe in that supid ritual they use, saying that they own land around them and fight over the rights to it." smiling at the two of them, he sat down on a root, and set his spear on his lap, watching them two. " i do not mean to give offense, but may i ask your'e names? its rather rude of me to keep referring to you both as Ungrith'tar and fae."
turning to the fae, he spoke kindly " i did not mean to give offense fae women; it was meant to be endearing and respect, at least thats what i have been told. it was not my intention to be the target of anger." smiling at her, he turned back to the Ungrith'tar and asked in somewhat urgency "i do not mean to pry, but do you know of one of youre kind known as Fa'allum Norfunal? i hunted a creature with him but unfortunately was unable to know what happened to him after our hunt had ended; he told me that his race was in peril at the time, come....3 years ago. i know the chances are slim, but i still wonder what happened to him; he was a good hunter and was a creature worthy of respect." he watched the two of them, and smiled, relaxing and showing that he meant no ill will to the both of them.
Ba'alzamon watched the other male intently. He was a hunter as well, apparently and even knew one of his own kind even if it was three years ago. He glanced at the faeling again. "I unfortunately do not know of whom you speak. It has been so long since I have seen any of my own kind." Flattery, it was such a well used trick yet a hunter knew it would work well on another hunter and Ba'alzamon was fluffed up inside now.
He nodded. "It is good one doesn't presume to own anything, especially nature. For there is one who does own nature and I bet he would not take well to a presumption such as that." He spoke matter of factly and snorted to emphasis the point. Then he looked at the fae and her small canine mount. "What is his name ma'am?" He reached his hand down to the dog to scratch behind it's ears.
Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 6, 2013 18:53:48 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes skyward, Fayette settled in atop Monster. She continued to glare up at the man on the branch, lips set in a straight line. She didn't like this one much, she could already tell. "Why would I tell you my name?" she hissed. "Why would I tell either of you my name? It's none of your concern." She sat back on her steed, crossing her arms tight over her chest in the position of a child. Her gaze flitted about while the two males spoke to one another, taking in her current surroundings.
When the large Minotaur bent down to scratch Monster behind the ears, she raised a slender pink brow. He was asking what his name was. Pursing her lips together for a moment, she thought it over. Should she tell him? There wouldn't be any harm in it. Her shoulders relaxed a bit, and she tilted her head. "Monster. His name is Monster," she said, fondly patting the back of his neck.
