Rosekitten
Thorns and Claws
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He had enjoyed all the times he had gotten to spend with the odd light elf, though upon returning to the clan's area he was scolded for the wound on his face and punished for a week, thus why he never appeared to see her again at the spot they met right away. Though after he got out of his punishment he quickly grew to looking forward visiting the spot when he got the chance. Though this was only to last so long...
As the years passed and his skills grew with further training he slowly forgot about the strange girl with the long red hair, it crossed his mind from time to time but only out of fear of them crossing in the field of war. Though by the time the war really broke out he had long forgotten the girl and their conversations.
He left both swords on his back as he stalked a light elf that had walked too far on his route of checking the grounds. This was his lucky night, this would make the fifth one he would manage to kill without a sound, silent kills were something he had grown fond of. The flawless strike through the guards neck was silent ans swift as he caught the body and gently laid it on the ground to prevent further sound.
Keeping his wits about him he quickly retook his cover near a tree and went back to scouting out any other stragglers that the main group might have left behind. His eyes were dark red matching his current mood as he walked silently, having only one sword unsheathed from the guard kill moments ago.
His breathing was light and almost untraceable as he walked, he needed it to be he had been trained this way. The only main feature he held from when he was a child was the wound on his face had turned into a scar, that and his hair seemed to be in a similar hair style but that hardly mattered. He had stopped moving having heard a thud not too far off from where he was. Though he knew what that meant, probably a light elf having scored a kill.. most of his kind were trained to make the corpse fall without a sound to prevent detection. 'tsk.... ' he thought to himself, probably a archer.
He'd have to watch himself if they were still around as he stalked the area seeking to find this light elf, and after seeing the body on the ground of one of his kin he knew it was a archer. Though for the time being he didn't see anyone... that bothered him surely the archer wasn't that quick to leave the area. His ears were alert as ever and he was ready to avoid a arrow.. he was expecting one by this point or a melee ranged archer that he had forced into a corner somewhere.
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Posted 08-25-2011, 09:27 PM
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