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Anna Martin with William Macbeth and 2 others.
February 21 ·
[~ Helena Ravenscroft ~]
{{ Closed RP }}
'And thus, the story fades.'
The final, lingering tone begins to fall over the darkening landscape. Quietly, the woman stands, closing the book she had been reading from - a book of mysteries, a book of memories... a book of magic. It was difficult to think of, someone such as she caring for the land that flowed beneath her. She was known as one who was against being close to people, one of those Ancient beings where dwelling with those who were considered kind or naive was against everything she believed in. Trust was such a fragile thing... and she knew that if she believed too much, it would prove to become detrimental.
Who could believe in that pathetic ideal known as friendship, that callous belief that everything would be alright? Helena had seen too much of the world, been around too much, done too much, to be able to even consider it to be truthfully good. What was light in the end? Nothing but a wave that would eventually disappear. It was the darkness that covered everything, the darkness that cleared all expanses, the darkness that was the absence of all.
So why did she care about the land close by? Maybe it was simply due to the fact that Nature was the only thing she felt truly connected too, that Nature was the only ideal that she allowed herself to be one hundred percent comfortable with. Was making friends something that would be worth it later on? She would never believe such a thing.
A sound catches her ear, her ebony eyes flashing as she lifts her hand. Muttering a spell under her breath, she will move the bristling grasses out of the way.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
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Elias Ainsworth
Elias Ainsworth >ριℓυм мυяιαℓιѕ<
"A very lost individual!"
A low voice called out after hearing her own words, relief audible in words as a tall figure steps out from the bramble bushes and steps towards her, holding a holly branch as he waves towards her with it in hand. Almost 6 foot 7, he looked down at her even from the distance, his face covered with a dirty red cloth but easily distinguishable as inhuman from the shape, ram horns apparently keeping it hooked onto his face. He appeared dirty, clothes scratched and covered in soil and leaves, but still standing at attention with a spring in his step.
"Good evening! I apologize for interrupting. I was passing by the area and I found excellent samples of various plants, it's a very lovely place. Oh but I speak too soon, I must introduce myself. I am Elias Ainsworth, a sorcerer first, botanist in my idle time. A pleasure."
Bowing low, hand to his chest as he does so, sincere emotion in his words.
Elias Ainsworth's photo.
Like · Reply · February 22 at 1:43pm
Anna Martin
Anna Martin [~ Helena Ravenscroft~]
The woman scoffed a bit at hearing his phrasing. It seemed that she had met yet another one of those strange, formal creatures, primarily those such as Shineran and Olash that had supposedly saved her many years before. Even now, the two still came around and attempted to befriend her, even to her ever-growing shoving them away. All the same, it was interesting to meet yet another person, to see just how excited he was over the plants.
"A botanist and a sorcerer? I see. You seem to be of a different variety of myself." A human, he was not. At least she appeared to be far more humanoid, although she did have a secret none else would know of unless absolutely necessary. A dragon by soul, a demon by nature, she was someone that was not exactly considered a full mundane, even if it her powers were not deemed to be different as well.
"I am Helena Ravenscroft, the Mother of this Forest. Do you mean harm to any of those that reside here?"
Like · Reply · February 23 at 6:56pm
Elias Ainsworth
Elias Ainsworth >ριℓυм мυяιαℓιѕ<
"Harm? Well, no, not at all. I may take a few branches of the more useful plants and a feather or two, but I have no desire to harm anyone who happens to call this forest home. And I suppose I am different, though I think every individual is different from another, even in small ways. A pleasure, Mother of the Forest."
Tilting head as she seemed to scoff and scorn him, curious if he'd insulted her but keeping silent on that matter for now, a hand moving to scratch at the base of one of his horns. Hmm. She seems to be mixed on how to feel on him.
"Such as this holly branch! It's incredibly useful for magic and rituals for calling fae! An excellent specimen like this helps reduce the chance of failure, which is always good when working with such a delicate act. Also I think I smelled mint, which is divine in itself."
Elias Ainsworth's photo.
Unlike · Reply · 1 · February 23 at 9:07pm
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji [~Helena Ravenscroft~]
The Mother sighed softly, slowly beginning to move from her original position into a different posture. Straightening her body as well as possible, the midnight orbs that danced in a face of pure white glanced at him even more, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the horns upon his head, the words that seemed to escape from his clacking maul.
"I see. It seems as though you might be trustworthy enough to be able to remain within this forest should you wish to do such an ideal."
If there was one way to describe this woman, at least as far as outsiders would go, it was cold. Cold, untrusting, and definitely unfleeting with anything that she would have to state. She was not concerned about his appearance, or even whom he was. What she cared about was the purity of his soul - which for now, seemed to not be too much in question.
"Nature is a fleeting gift, young soul. Not many have honor for the Land any longer."
Like · Reply · May 10 at 8:28pm
February 21 ·
[~ Helena Ravenscroft ~]
{{ Closed RP }}
'And thus, the story fades.'
The final, lingering tone begins to fall over the darkening landscape. Quietly, the woman stands, closing the book she had been reading from - a book of mysteries, a book of memories... a book of magic. It was difficult to think of, someone such as she caring for the land that flowed beneath her. She was known as one who was against being close to people, one of those Ancient beings where dwelling with those who were considered kind or naive was against everything she believed in. Trust was such a fragile thing... and she knew that if she believed too much, it would prove to become detrimental.
Who could believe in that pathetic ideal known as friendship, that callous belief that everything would be alright? Helena had seen too much of the world, been around too much, done too much, to be able to even consider it to be truthfully good. What was light in the end? Nothing but a wave that would eventually disappear. It was the darkness that covered everything, the darkness that cleared all expanses, the darkness that was the absence of all.
So why did she care about the land close by? Maybe it was simply due to the fact that Nature was the only thing she felt truly connected too, that Nature was the only ideal that she allowed herself to be one hundred percent comfortable with. Was making friends something that would be worth it later on? She would never believe such a thing.
A sound catches her ear, her ebony eyes flashing as she lifts her hand. Muttering a spell under her breath, she will move the bristling grasses out of the way.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
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2William Macbeth and Elias Ainsworth
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Elias Ainsworth
Elias Ainsworth >ριℓυм мυяιαℓιѕ<
"A very lost individual!"
A low voice called out after hearing her own words, relief audible in words as a tall figure steps out from the bramble bushes and steps towards her, holding a holly branch as he waves towards her with it in hand. Almost 6 foot 7, he looked down at her even from the distance, his face covered with a dirty red cloth but easily distinguishable as inhuman from the shape, ram horns apparently keeping it hooked onto his face. He appeared dirty, clothes scratched and covered in soil and leaves, but still standing at attention with a spring in his step.
"Good evening! I apologize for interrupting. I was passing by the area and I found excellent samples of various plants, it's a very lovely place. Oh but I speak too soon, I must introduce myself. I am Elias Ainsworth, a sorcerer first, botanist in my idle time. A pleasure."
Bowing low, hand to his chest as he does so, sincere emotion in his words.
Elias Ainsworth's photo.
Like · Reply · February 22 at 1:43pm
Anna Martin
Anna Martin [~ Helena Ravenscroft~]
The woman scoffed a bit at hearing his phrasing. It seemed that she had met yet another one of those strange, formal creatures, primarily those such as Shineran and Olash that had supposedly saved her many years before. Even now, the two still came around and attempted to befriend her, even to her ever-growing shoving them away. All the same, it was interesting to meet yet another person, to see just how excited he was over the plants.
"A botanist and a sorcerer? I see. You seem to be of a different variety of myself." A human, he was not. At least she appeared to be far more humanoid, although she did have a secret none else would know of unless absolutely necessary. A dragon by soul, a demon by nature, she was someone that was not exactly considered a full mundane, even if it her powers were not deemed to be different as well.
"I am Helena Ravenscroft, the Mother of this Forest. Do you mean harm to any of those that reside here?"
Like · Reply · February 23 at 6:56pm
Elias Ainsworth
Elias Ainsworth >ριℓυм мυяιαℓιѕ<
"Harm? Well, no, not at all. I may take a few branches of the more useful plants and a feather or two, but I have no desire to harm anyone who happens to call this forest home. And I suppose I am different, though I think every individual is different from another, even in small ways. A pleasure, Mother of the Forest."
Tilting head as she seemed to scoff and scorn him, curious if he'd insulted her but keeping silent on that matter for now, a hand moving to scratch at the base of one of his horns. Hmm. She seems to be mixed on how to feel on him.
"Such as this holly branch! It's incredibly useful for magic and rituals for calling fae! An excellent specimen like this helps reduce the chance of failure, which is always good when working with such a delicate act. Also I think I smelled mint, which is divine in itself."
Elias Ainsworth's photo.
Unlike · Reply · 1 · February 23 at 9:07pm
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji [~Helena Ravenscroft~]
The Mother sighed softly, slowly beginning to move from her original position into a different posture. Straightening her body as well as possible, the midnight orbs that danced in a face of pure white glanced at him even more, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the horns upon his head, the words that seemed to escape from his clacking maul.
"I see. It seems as though you might be trustworthy enough to be able to remain within this forest should you wish to do such an ideal."
If there was one way to describe this woman, at least as far as outsiders would go, it was cold. Cold, untrusting, and definitely unfleeting with anything that she would have to state. She was not concerned about his appearance, or even whom he was. What she cared about was the purity of his soul - which for now, seemed to not be too much in question.
"Nature is a fleeting gift, young soul. Not many have honor for the Land any longer."
Like · Reply · May 10 at 8:28pm