The world below {open}

[eva]

Evangeline lay front down on a thick branch in the forest canopy. It had taken her most of the morning to climb up the large tree but she enjoyed the challenge. Her face lay cradled in a split were the large branch had sprout a smaller and created a fork. It just so happened her head fit nicely in the V of the branches and she could look down on the ground below. She wagered her climb had taken her up close to 100 feet, but who was counting really. Not that feet should be an accurate measurement anyway. Hers were far smaller then a registered ‘foot’. So who’s feet mad the first measurement of ‘foot’ and why the heck were they so special. Probably a human, there feet seemed about the right size in general, who died to decide there feet were the perfect measurement instrument. Stupid humans thinking there so great.

Heaving a heavy sigh she closed here eyes and felt her body lift up high as he lungs filled with the fresh oxygen of the forest. The purity of the trees gift to nature cycling through her own body to keep it alive. What a perfect puzzle. He mind finally switched tunes, no need to ruing a perfect morning with the thought of her hated human bloodline. As a breeze caught the leaves tousling them around as a mother would the hair of her child she felt the sweet dew of the mornings condensation drizzle over her skin and she nearly fell into a trance. Her heart slowed and her breathing became shallow as she listened to the clapping leaves of the trees and the ‘twrt’ of the morning cricket chorus. Distant birds began there morning chirps and would soon over take the lesser noise of the bugs whom went into hiding. For this brief and much anticipated moment though they all formed a morning orchestra to welcome the sun to the day.

Right on time that very solar mother peaked through the trees making dewy rainbows and intensifying the mist covered ground of the forest, its heat instantly throwing the temperature up and seeming to quell the wind to a gentile breeze. In a moment the morning was finally in full bloom as the birds songs took over the crickets melody and the mist began to vanish into vapor. The dew was drying and the transition was complete. A forty minute climb for a few seconds of natural perfection. It was worth it every time. Her breathing returned to a normal rhythm and her body began to heat in the fractions of solar rays that made it through the trees. Normally she would get up and make the trek down to go and enjoy some breakfast but for some reason she stayed this time. There was no rush and it seemed her choice spot had been one directly in the beam of sunshine.

Keeping her eyes closed and mind open she let the uv heat her core and remained in bliss milking it for as long as she could.

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Tags: Anyone {possibly a human hmmm for fun}
Outfit: Something like this
Credits: The great Tri of course

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• Inspiration • "Good To Know That If I Ever Need Attention, All I Have To Do Is Die" by Brand New
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It wasn't often that Julian managed to slip away from Feras, but when he was able to, he took the opportunity. Life inside the walls was wonderful; certainly, he lived a privileged life, but there were so many possibilities! So many things to draw inspiration from. His day would come, some day, where he would be like his father. He would be the King and he would be restricted to the Castle. However, that time was not now, and he wasn't about to subject himself to remaining in those, sometimes, smothering halls when he could be out experiencing the world for himself. Besides... How was he to be a good ruler if he knew nothing of the surrounding lands? Nothing but what the books had told him, at least...

From what Julian knew about the Enchanted Forest, that this was the land of the Elves... It was a bit of a trek from where he lived, but it was well worth it. Everything here... It made him feel peaceful; almost at home. However, nothing was going to make him let his guard down completely. He knew that there might be a few people that wanted him dead solely for his name sake. The Prince of the Humans would be an unwelcome guest wherever he traveled, no doubt. But, that wasn't about to stop him. Just as long as he was keeping a low profile and wasn't starting any trouble, he should be fine. At least, that was the theory. Hopefully, a sound theory.

It was a relatively warm day, despite the fact that the winter was threatening to take over the lands. He wished that he could revel in it, but found that removing his cloak might not be conducive to keeping a low profile. From a distance, he might appear as a traveling elf; at least, that was yet another hope of his. Perhaps, if he had stopped to think about what he was doing before he had set off, he would have thought about all of these possible minor problems... but, spontaneity had raised it's head, and urged him to head to the wilderness... Some place to clear his head, and simply think. Some place to think upon the things that had happened in his life up until this point. Reflection was what was going to keep him in check; he knew this, just like anyone that took their combat training seriously.

Introversion is key. He found himself repeating, silently as a mantra as he made his way over fallen branches, and already dying leaves. The goal was to remain as quiet as possible, despite the fact that such a feet would have been all but impossible with the amount of dead foliage that littered the forest floor. Under his breath, he muttered a popular children's song as he hopped from one log to another in attempts to deaden the noises that he was making. To an onlooker, it would appear as though the young man hadn't a care in the world; that was far from the case. There were quite a few things going wrong at the moment, but like his father, he would grin and bear. Grinning and bearing was a Murkrule trait, didn't you know? It was better to pretend that everything was alright than to make everyone believe that he was horribly depressed and unfit to take his fathers place. At least, that was his current line of thinking.

Passing right under the branch that a fairy woman rested on, he cast his eyes upward to the sun peaking it's way through the leaves. As Julian caught a glimpse of the woman, he tilted his head to the side... A real life fairy, he had never seen one before. From the looks of her, it appeared as though she was sleeping. So... He did what any gentleman would. Cleared his throat rather loudly in hopes that he might rouse her from her slumber and get her to speak to him first!

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Eva was nearly asleep when her slightly pointed ears seemed to perk like a dogs. Here eyes did not open as she analyzed the sound. Heavy foot steps, what ever it was did not fly that’s for sure. Bigger than a Halfling, and heavier set then an elf. Either way she was safe up in the tree. Every cell of her being urged her not to move and to remain in the peace of the sun and trees. Yet, this was not who she was. Her curiosity was like that of the cats she hated so. Invisible to the eye her muscles began to tense and release, prepped if there would be need to descend and flee. Unlike many of her kind who would care less and just fly away if danger arose, she was bound to the earth as her travel companion and not the air. When the steps stopped she relaxed her form to look asleep and peaceful while her mind whirled and pondered all her escape routs and possible weapons. Her right eye peaked open after she heard a grunt of air that indicated the clearing of a throat. She was spotted.

Of course, she was probably over reacting, but that was her nature. Always up for a fight, ever boiling waiting for a reason to seep over the edge into the proverbial fire. Eyes flicking to full view she sat up and looked over the darkly clad male below her. Her orbs at first glance thought elf. It was not uncommon to see the graceful creatures about the forest. Something was off yet. The loud foot fall was unlike an elf, and though he seemed thin and pale enough he had far more chiseled features. Stretching out her legs over the branch her heart skipped a full beat and the water of her inner kettle was already steaming. Human.

How dare this nature destructive, land polluting, ravenous dog of an ape taint the forest, in her presence none the less. With little thought and no provocation she huffed a bit and picked up the closes thing to her. A half eaten apple. Oh how she loved her apples and was indeed saving the other half for a snack before the trip down. It pained her for a brief second to think of missing out on its sweet soft flesh and fruity meat. Nothing made her more happy inside then the buzz of an apple over her taste buds and into her belly. Here though she met a conclusion. There was one thing she loved more then apples, and that was hating humanity.

Maybe it was not fair to take out her anger at a culture and species on this one man. Fair, however, was not in her current sanity. If one could call it such. She rarely saw humans unless she sought them out to take out some frustrations and even then had trouble finding them and keeping in a safe distance from home. Unfortunately for the prince his first fairy was probably the lease welcoming of her folk. The thought had only taken a split second, seeming like longer in her mind. To the man below all he would see was the glimmer of sun around her shape as she stretched and looked down. Her silhouette glittering in the dawn and her fairy body almost illuminating like an angel. Then without much thought the half apple was hurled at him. Accuracy to match that of an Elvin archer, directed for the center of his royal forehead. Some might say if she had known this to be the prince Julian her actions would have differed and she agreed. Had she known in her sights was a noble and honored prince, her weapon would have been heavier. A rock or branch perhaps. To her any human was the embodiment of her inner anger. He, for the moment, was all of humanity in one body. He was the reason she aged before her friends. He was the reason she could not fly. He was the culprit who took her mothers heart then left it broken condemning her to death. Lastly he was the reason she felt most alone in the world. Prince or penny picker, this man was not about to get a fairy hug any time soon.

WordCount:722
Status: Complete
Tags: Julian (*drools over his sexiness*)
Outfit: Something like this
Credits: The great Tri of course

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• Inspiration • "Good To Know That If I Ever Need Attention, All I Have To Do Is Die" by Brand New
• Notes • I'm sorry for how short it is!
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Julian smiled at the sight of the fairy. They truly are as beautiful as the stories tell. He tilted his head to the side and stuffed his hands into the cloak of his pockets. "Hello there!" he grinned, happy to have her awake. To say that he was curious about her was to be putting it lightly. The only thing he had truly heard about fairies were stories. He had never seen one in person, and was certain that no one in his family had either... Unless they were holding out on him. Which, was quite a possibility considering that he didn't get to talk to any of them as much as he would like. With his nose almost always buried in a book (whether he be writing in it, or simply reading) he tended to miss quite a few things. He had never met a Vampire in real life either, but that wasn't something that he was in a rush to do. Probably because he might very well end up being breakfast for whatever leech thought he looked like a tasty morsel. Less than appealing thoughts... No, he'd much rather spend time speaking with this fairy.

"I was wondering i---" And that's when his face was greeted by a half eaten apple. It hit him square in the forehead. His hand immediately went to his forehead as an 'ooph' left his lips. Taking a step back, he frowned and looked back up at the fairy. "Hey! What was that for?" he asked, rubbing his forehead. To be honest he was... shocked. He had never been greeted with violence before. And, had never thought that a fairy of all creatures would greet him in such a hostile fashion. Under his breath, he muttered and shifted his weight from one foot to another. He wanted to be angry, and yell at her, but all he could muster was an indignant, "Ow!"

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Eva was swimming in a burst of confidence after the direct hit. He pride beaming and would be as bright as a star if it actually could be seen by the naked eye. Standing up on the branch with good balance she peered down on him. He ego only growing as he rubbed his face and debated on how to get angry at her. She did not know that she was his first, not that it made much difference other then possibly soiling the idea of fairy kind for this human man. She did lover her people and would feel guilt for tarnishing there name. Again, her hatred for man created a stronger argument and would win.

Nimbly she climbed down to a lower branch. Out of reach but just, perhaps if he jumped he could scratch the bottom of the branch. If he was to climb after her she knew that her knowledge of the tree itself and landscape around that she would be safe. So with her smug smile and new found calmness she spoke. Her voice was soft like a bed of moss but held an aggression to it that many fairy folk with held. Making no attempt to sound sincere she mumbled an clearly audible “oups..did that hit you?”. Leaning on the tree trunk her feet on the branch now only a foot or two above Julian she got cozy. In a way she did not want him to go, she never talk to anyone other than her fairy friend Ari. So even if it was with this human, it was a conversation none the less.

“What was that you were muttering before that stray apple hit you in your broad dense forehead? ” she asked mockingly. She knew full well that he had seen the apple come from her hand, but continued the charade that it had some how come from another source.

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Status: Complete
Tags: Julian (*drools over his sexiness*)
Outfit: Something like this
Credits: The great Tri of course

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Any false hope that he was holding that the apple to his forehead might have been an accident was completely tossed to the side when the fairy mockingly asking him if it had hit him. Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed an old cloth and mopped the juice off of his forehead, as well as any bits of apple that might have been left. Grinding his teeth, he resisted the urge to tell the fairy that he hated apples. Doing so would have told the girl that she had done something more than just hit him square in the forehead, which... More than likely, wasn't going to get any sympathy out of her. He fought off the urge to get sick as he wiped away at his face hoping that the putrid stench wouldn't remain for too much longer. His face wrinkled as he coughed and looked to the side. All he had to do was pretend that he didn't hate apples and this wouldn't be so bad, right?

While Julian was never really a man to hate things for no reason, he loathed apples. For a while, they used to be his favorite fruit. He would eat one with breakfast, one with lunch and one with supper. Sometimes, he would take to the kitchens after everyone else had gone to bed, and eat one. Needless to say, he all but had a fixation with apples. It wasn't until he was seventeen years old, and was allowed to partake in wine for the first time that he had learned to regret eating that many apples. After his mother and father had gone off to bed, the festivities were still roaring down in the kitchens. He had taken it upon himself to join with the rest of the servants and dance and drink with them. Of course, without father dearest leaning over his shoulder watching how much he was taking in, he went a little overboard. That kind of sickness was never something that he wished to experience ever again. It was awful... And needless to say, tasted like apples. He would never be able to eat one, ever again.

Looking up at the fairy, he shrugged his shoulders, biting back to need to be angry with her. Certainly that was what she wanted, by the relative glibness in her demeanor. Julian wasn't fond of her, already, but he didn't see the point in being a complete jerk to her. Perhaps, this was just a fairy greeting? No. If he were a dumber man, he might have been able to convince himself of such to save him from getting angry at her. But, he wasn't a dumb man. In fact, he was quite intelligent, and knew when he wasn't wanted. Now, the question was whether he was feeling spiteful or whether he was more in the mood to get to where he was initially headed? Pushing his fingers through his hair, he made a rather disgusted look as he realized that some of the apple had landed in it. Grumbling, he decided that the gloves were off. He wasn't about to play nice. However, he had a great deal more tact than that little fairy.

"Yes, that stray rogue apple." he said, dryly. "It's not as though it matters what I'm going to say, since it seems as though you were more than willing to throw said, stray, rogue apple at my face." he grumbled. "A part of me fears to open my mouth again in your presence." Once more, he produced the rag and wiped at his face and hair, at phantom remnants of apple. "What the hell was that for?" he grumbled up at her. He would trade her information for information. But that was about it.

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Sanding tall she let the man speak as he wished, not holding back a giddy giggle as he wiped the apple away. She had no idea his distaste for the fruit, and Julian’s assumptions were right. Had she known he was so put off by the fruit she would not have let up. Oddly though watching him fester in held in anger she grew comfortable. Still cocky and fiendish, but that was more the fairy in her now then the rage. In fact it was the fairy side of her that kept her from out right pandemonium. As a full human she might not have had control for her hatred and often feared what she would be capable of. As a Fairy her being was meant to be one of nature and peace. Like a sedative for the dark monster within her. Venturing further onto the branch balancing with her hands she showed off her nimble footing and brave heart. She would not be so easily taken by this mans flustered state.

Pressing her limit she leaned over and covered her mouth a bit as he continued to preen himself. Hiding a smile and grin. Hands working to rid his body of the apple remains, and trying to keep his cool. While he cleaned and grumbled she suddenly notice one thing she had not before. Her world pause as she felt a bit of a heat. He was truly a handsome man. Even by Fairy standards, his features were sublime. Maybe it was the humanity in her that caused the unmistakable rouge to take to her cheeks. Maybe it was the lack of interaction with any men fairy or not. If not for her distaste and his sudden demand for reason she might have been caught in a wordless stare. Instead she have her eyes a blink and caught herself.

Crossing her arms she gave a long sigh “oh were to start, my list of reasons is so very very long” she pointed out pacing the branch now. “That was for interrupting my sleep. That was for destroying forests and nature. That you stupid human scum was for my mothe…” in her rant she had caught not seen a small bird headed at her, blinded by the same beam of light that had been warming her. Reflexes fast, she shut herself up and moved to the side to avoid collision. Which she did. Her troubles though were only starting. Having been pacing the thinner branch she did not know were on it she was, and thus had putt her foot down after the side step onto nothing. Air was not as good a foot hold as a branch of course, and gravity was not kind. Like an ghost it took hold of that miss stepped foot and seemed to yank hard.

Without wings she could not fly and being so close to the ground no other branches to grab hold of. Sure she had fallen before, and the distance was not to far, but this time there was a third party. Eva, the forest floor, and a tall, strong human male. Whom she just finished harassing, and had pelted with an apple. Landing hard she gasped as the wind was knocked from her lungs. Her head pounding with the pain of impact and the one leg she had used to slightly brace her fall searing with pins and needles. Her ankle well twisted and her pride and ego in tatters she let out a groan but for the moment was paralyze as he body went into healing. It was nothing serious but enough to keep her from getting out of range of a possibly enraged young man.

Opening one eye she felt weak, sick from the rush of magic, and rather nervous again. Not only was she a sitting duck, but the other probably could piece together she was flightless. Like a baby bird fallen from its nest into the lap of a bear the bird had thrown berries at. She was now on flip side of the situation. Not in control. Not even on her feet, she could only pray to the moon and earth that this man was not as bad as her mind made him out to be.

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Status: Complete
Tags: Julian [time for a table turner]
Outfit: Something like this
Credits: The great Tri of course

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Well, Julian had asked for an answer, and it seemed as though that was going to be what he was going to receive. After being with Mazzy so long, he knew when a woman was gearing up to tear him a new one. At least, he could take solace in that. That all women were the same. Or at least, when it came to certain things. Resisting the urge to respond to the female fairy in the way that he had started to respond to his lover, he pressed his lips together. His eyebrows rose in an almost bemused fashion. Despite the fact that his lips never moved, the question, "Are you done yet?" seemed to be flashing across his face, as though there were bright lights pinned to his forehead. This was, believe it or not, as respectful as he got when someone had treated him in such a way. When Mazzy took to throwing things (which bear in mind, was not usually) he would fold his arms and lean against whatever was near him, with a look that said, "You've got to be kidding me." He would pick at his nails and sigh until she was done with her tirade, then point out the flaws in her argument... The flaws in her being upset. But, he knew Mazzy like the back of his hand, and knew what he could get away with. This woman? Well, she seemed to be a bit of a loose cannon.

Just as he was about to cut her off for throwing an insult at him for being a human, she was sent toppling down off of the branch that she was climbing on top of and was sent to the ground. "Oh shi--" He immediately jumped after her, attempting to catch her. If there was one thing that Julian was a sucker for, it was a lady in distress. Something about him being a prince and a lady being all but defenseless wreaked of muse for writing material for weeks. And, Julian spent a great deal of time in his own head, wondering what words he should put together for yet another short story... Or another poem. So, needless to say, when the woman started to fall, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that she didn't... hurt... herself. Well, that went over like a fart in temple. He grumbled and pushed himself off of the ground, the sting from tree branches stabbed at his flesh being the final insult to the wounds on his pride. Moving toward the now rigid frame, he gave her a quick once over.

"Excuse my disgusting, polluting human hands..." he began as he gingerly moved her, to press her back against the tree. He kept his distance from her, and a wary eye on her hand, hoping that she wouldn't find another stray apple to throw at him. Sitting down, he sat indian style, plopping his pack on his legs. "I know that I might be the last person that you want help from, but that looked like a pretty nasty tumble." he said, keeping his eyes locked away from her. In short, Julian was a bit butt hurt. It wasn't often that someone hated him for no other reason, other than him being human. He hadn't the faintest idea as to handle it. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask her, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to. Her hatred for him and his kind seemed to run rather deep.

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Eva sat now propped up as the numb retreated from her limbs. Magic finished its job and her body nearly in full heath again other then a slight throb in her heart. For a moment she could not even look up at Julian. For not only had he not attacked and or laughed at her. He had dove to her rescue, true in the time it took her to fall the short distance and the time for him to react was not enough to get him there. This human man had risked injury to himself to offer perhaps a cushion to her drop. It boggled her mind and her soul. She had only ever had an image of the ogre type men who hunted near the forest. Brutes, and beasts with a low IQ and poor manners even among one another. A stereotype, she had fallen into a hatred based on what her mind told her all were like. Could she really have been wrong. Glancing up as Julian sat on the forest floor with her, questioning if she was ok she actually chuckled. He was more caring then most fairies. True he possibly didn’t know that she was even supposed to have wings, or that she could heal the small damages done. Either way, if he had been on of her own they would have just laughed at her for loosing her balance.

Feeling Sorry for her earlier actions now she did not completely soften up as she dusted off her shirt and pants. “I’m ok..” she said in a hushed tone but the aggression was gone. In her world such an act of attempted chivalry was something to be honored. Her actions so far were almost as bad as, well, a humans.

Knowing she officially owed-him-one Evangeline stood and rubbed the back of her neck. She was never good at apologizing, and hated to admit she was wrong especially to a human, but she did. “Your wrong..” she stared though it might not seem the start of an apology. “..any help is good help. What you did, was more than what would have been called for.” Eva’s teeth gritted together as she looked up to meet his eyes. “Thanks…for at least trying to help” finally she got the words out and in a way it felt good.

Now with nothing much else to do, and figuring he was probably a bit bruised up himself she offered her hand. Though it was very much smaller than his it was still a sign of good faith and the best way to introduce ones self. “Eva..”. She said, not giving away her full name just yet. Her hips were cocked to the side and her other hand on that hip. Sure she was now a bit more friendly but the cocky attitude was still there. She may be willing to shake and give up a name but her alerts were still on high. Julian had earned her kindness for now, but it would take more then a leap into some leaves to break her uncertainty of him and his kind.

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Status: Complete
Tags: Hurray for friends
Outfit: Something like this
Credits: The great Tri of course

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Notes: Thought I'd add Oran to the mix. =3 Variety is a spice to be loved, no?
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Muse: Erm...meself. lol No music, yet.

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Humanity was a curious thing. Simple in its workings, complex in its designs and mannerisms, shallow in its preceptions, and deep in its substantial ability to produce such a strong variety of character within a single species. Unlike most races which bore ties to culture, religion, and moral value, humanity held only the creeds by which they swore themselves to. Some, gave alligence to king and country, while others swore themselves never to be a part of it. Some were noble in deed and person, just as others were professed monsters. Such a curious thing could hardly be truly riddled out, nor labled with anything so base as a name by which to call it. Humanity was only what could possibly be made of it from one individual to the next, for very few would actually bind themselves to pride so much as to say, "I am of humanity.". One could not simply slander the race as a whole and hope to be accurate in their accusations.

Such a contradiction was what made this particular man so very difficult. For who had ever heard of a noble monster? How could one lable a man who was bound and shrouded in the enigmatic veil of rumor and folklore? For what purpose could he be slandered, and to what end would you be willing to risk your words on him? That which was unpredictable and incomprehensible was feared. That which was different was cast out and forgotten. That was why Oran Creed had left humanity long, long ago. It was not fear that drove the man to do so. His mystique and subtle tie between fame and infamy was not birthed until much later in his life. But it was that small matter of conformity that drove the man mad.

It was why he chose no side, bore no alligence, gave no quarter when it came to his person. For, indeed, who he was and what he did was truly all he had. A mercenary was hardly viewed as a desirable trade in life, and the man's involvement tore him between the thin line of good and evil. So much so that, in fact, he could be seen as a "noble monster". For neutrality was a monster in its own right, as most fairies would attest to. Neutrality brought them several unwarranted deaths at the hands of Panthea's armies. And who would answer for them? What justice or vengence would be sought in their name when they allied themselves with none? Would they rise against their attackers? Certainly not, for conformity would never allow it. Justice...would seek itself. Only by condemning what was expected of you could possibly allow you to follow the path of your own deciding.

Oran's own path had led him through this forest. A small part of his journey into a new day, which bore the question: did this day bring a noble, or a monster? Perhaps some would answer thusly, "Both!" For there was yet another human who stepped foot inside the forest only a short while before this man. The mercenary was not only aware of his presence, but entirely unenthused by what he gathered merely by his senses. The footprints that bore into the ground suggested soled shoes of a higher quality, or perhaps some thin suede boots. The uncharacteristic smell of a natural cologne haunted the air in soft drifts, and a few fibers that had torn from a bit of clothing gave him the impression that he was now following a rather pampered pup.

After all, no traveller of any decent sort would bear such remarkable traits to track. Not an intelligent one, at least. Yet, the ranger had kept his distance well enough. He meandered his way through the paths, intertwining his route out of want to waste time and let this unknown wanderer escape a little more for him to track down, yet again. It was a sort of game, really. Oran had absolutely no intention of actually greeting the man, whomever he may be. There would be no gain to it, other than a bit of meaningless conversation.

Still, as his steps carried him farther through the veil of the forest's canopy, voices carried upon the air, drawing the man to them. His eyes arrived on the scene just in time to hear the majority of supposed fairy's ranting. It almost made the man smile, for what it was worth. Naive was always something of an amusement. When coupled with a self-righteous anger, it only made the hypocracy a bonus. To be more self-serving in its justice, however, the woman soon fell from her perch, landing in the mire of the ground that served so well to break her fall. No wings to ever deploy to her rescue. A half-breed.

Oran allowed the two to banter for yet a while. It was not in his intentions to merely travel around the pair when they placed themselves on the main path through the forest. He'd wasted enough time, already, and would perhaps waste some more. “Eva..” he heard her speak, which brought the man to his unveiling.

Oran Creed continued to close the distance down the path, easily coming into view of the pair. He stood tall, undaunted. His cloak was still wrapped about him, the hood drawn high so as to veil his eyes. The morning had yet to grace the shade of the forest so well as to warrant enough heat for the article to be removed. Beneath the embrace of the thick, olive drab cloth around his shoulders a longbow and two shortswords crossed his back, laying disguised. The longsword at his hip was easily seen, however, and his hand rested on the pommel. The leather hauberk that adorned his chest was thick, but worn from the many years of use. Beneath, the off-white tunic he wore was loose and fastened about his wrist by a set of bracers.

"I was unaware half-breeds took to names." came the heavy accent born only by the desert nomads, "Is that birth-given, or one of your own inventions?"

His pale blue eyes appraised the two of them, his gaze passing bewteen the human and the hybrid before settling on the latter. If she truly wished to test the side of her which bore her anger, she would find better simulation against a man who knew both anger and contempt as if they were old lovers. Perhaps she could attempt to throw an apple at his head?

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• Inspiration • "Good To Know That If I Ever Need Attention, All I Have To Do Is Die" by Brand New
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His hands moved through his bag, attempting to find something with which to help her. He only faltered when she started to speak. "You're wrong..." she began. Julian looked up at her, his jaw clenched; uncertainty showing on his face. "I'm wrong...?" he began, quietly. It seemed as though he wasn't mean to interject there, however. So, he sat back, and watched her, listening, remaining patient until she managed to spit out whatever was on her mind. However, he wasn't used to hearing words such as 'you're wrong' passing through someone's lips. After all, he was nobility. And that warranted a certain amount of ass kissing from those that he was around. But, it was refreshing that someone was speaking plainly with him. After years of hearing nothing more than what he wanted to hear from others, this was a rather... nice change of pace. He liked it, although, he would never admit it. This woman hadn't the faintest idea as to who he was, therefore she had no real reason to hold her tongue. Then again, even if she did know who he was, he was a human prince, not a fairy prince.

Swallowing, he watched her through careful eyes. It was almost as though he was expecting her to take back the apology, or thanks... Or whatever it was that she was offering. Julian, in truth, didn't trust her. Especially after her apple throwing tirade. Shifting a bit, he let his dark brown eyes fix on hers. "I can't simply watch someone fall from a tree to inevitably get hurt. Regardless of what they had thrown at me, only seconds prior." he said, quietly. Shifting a bit in his seat, he stopped rummaging after he realized that she had managed to heal herself. What useful tricks... A part of him wished that he wasn't born a human, solely for the fact that regeneration seemed to be a useful ability to have. Being out of commission for a while due to an injury was never fun. Running a hand over the back of his neck, he looked to the side, seemingly bashful after their conversation. "Not all humans are the way that you see them. Although, you're not exactly what I envisioned a fairy to be like so..." he licked his lips and shrugged. "I think we both are guilty for having false preconceptions. And I apologize for my own." He sniffed and closed his pack back up, putting it off to the side.

It seemed as though his simple action had caused her to be a great deal more calm around him. Rolling his shoulders, he pushed himself back up onto his feet. At least, he wasn't going to have to worry about more stray apples being thrown at his head. At least, he hoped. Oh how he hated apples. When she offered her hand and a name, he gave her a charming smile that only a prince could muster. "Julian. Julian Murkrule." He knew that the name would probably be meaningless to her. Perhaps, he should have lied about his name... That may have made things easier. Especially if he had known that there was a man that was about to make his presence known.

When the heavily accented words from another man passed through the silence between him and the fairy, he turned abruptly on his heel. Immediately, his hand went to the hilt on his blade. He was calling her a half breed? What in the devil did he think that he was doing. Frowning, he looked back at Eva, gauging the way that she was to react. "I hardly think that her name, or her blood status is any of your concern." Julian said, his knuckles turning white on the hilt of his blade. He prayed that he wouldn't have to test his blade in battle on this day. While he had trained extensively, he had never expected to have to test it out on a living person. Would today be the day? When no one knew that he was out and about..? What would his mother do if she was to lose him on this day? Such thoughts were thoughts that he had never had before. No fear shown on his face as he stared the cloaked man down, however. He was the picture perfection vision of composure.

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Eva took back her hand after his name was given and she closed her eyes for a moment to let it sink in. She felt as though she knew it, she had heard it before. Perhaps just the last name. It was just a name though. So she put little effort into remembering it. Already having learnt one is best not to assume anything by a name or label. All she needed to know was she had never met him before and so from now on would only base how she felt about him, on what he did in her presence. “Julian..” she repeated opening here eyes again. It was true she did not know the name was of royal decent, nor would it have changed anything. In her eyes royalty was simply the same as regular people, just ones given to much control. One could do so much with that power and still the world was falling into chaos. So in the end it was simply a position commoners could blame there problems on, and a lazy way to keep a race supervised and regulated. Most were fully capable of working together to make choices, but all were to opinionated to make it work, and to selfish to get along. Thus the need for a Dictatorship. She really hoped some day people would smarten up though and take responsibility.

Evangeline’s mind would have continued to rant to itself had her ears not picked up movement and the ostensibly dark figure. If she had wings they would be vibrating a warning. Something she had notice many fairies did. Not sure yet if it was a way to ward off others and singnal that they were pissed, or in a unsure. Or if it was a warm up for flight. Not having any, made finding this out hard, and very few of her own kind admitted they even did it.

As Oran neared she quickly took up a spot next to Julian. Demonstrating three things with her actions and body language. One, she was both willing to ally to the princes in whatever was to come. As well as that she would not stand behind the taller seemingly stronger man, but instead would stand her own ground. Second, she put her right foot out in front, knees just barley bent, demonstrating an alertness and ardent will to show she was no push over. Third, she put her eyes up to were Oran’s would be, had she been able to see them beneath the shadows of his hood. A sign that no matter how shady he was intending to be she felt no intimidation or fear. There was little doubt she could really take this man on. Her, or probably even Julian combined. Still Eva was not one to back down, no matter how tall and threatening the obstacle.

Biting her lip to near its breaking point she held back all of herself to keep from making a mistake and starting a fight after this new comer openly mocked her hybrid race. Her face did turn red, and her temperature jumped a few levels but through self training she could keep her emotions bottled for the moment. A calming tone came when she was some what defended by her new found ‘friend’. Julian had stepped in with his voice, and given her a chance to regain composure. Julian however had his hand already at his weapon. Something she picked up on and was nervous about. True one needed to be prepared but also it was dangerous to come off and weapon happy. Almost like a sixth sense, or maybe it was just how the Oran held himself, she could tell he was no armature. His voice spoke volumes of his strength, and his posture revealed he was comfortable enough with his own talents, that he did not need to be at the ready to take them both down. Right now, was time for keeping things from turning into a violent situation.

”My mother named me as a mother names any child, I am a hybrid not some growth the fell from nowhere to create a being” she informed him as if Oran were a bit on the ‘slow’ side. Her tone held back no withdrawals, or hesitation. “And as Julian has so rightly stated, its not of your business who or what I am, especially as someone with no manners or reason for interruption” she added. “Only a half wit would walk into a chat without some sort of introduction, and even less impressive to open with an insult”. Perhaps a bit of witty conversation would be enough to deter any idea’s of attack. Just, maybe. Not that she did not want to have a go at this cocky rugged man. Her upper hand was indeed others underestimation.

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Tags: The more the merrier!! And welcome Oran *gives forum welcoming gift basket*
Outfit: Something like this
Credits: The great Tri of course

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