Post by xNightxElfx on Jun 17, 2006 23:32:31 GMT -5
Well, just a small intro to a story that Silver and I are starting to write. This was some of my part, bringing in my charrie. Silver, you of course have seen this already, but I just wondered what the rest of you guys thought. And, for the record, I hardly ever let anyone read what I have written, so you guys should feel special. Lol, just goes to show you that I will value your opion on it. Cause, yeah...lol. Anyway, here you go. Enjoy I guess...
A lonely looking gray rabbit browsed through the thick underbrush of the forest, searching the area thoroughly for any left over roughage, anything that looked as if it would provide a sweet taste and a full stomach. Its long whiskers twitched in a frantic sort of manner, and its paws dug in the fresh earth, gingerly pulling up the roots of plants. It sat up rather suddenly, still holding its freshly dug weed; its eyes were wide, and its ears alert. The rabbit searched the area, and saw nothing. For good measure though, it hopped a few paces away, turned and sniffed the air again, and forgetting that it had been startled at all, went back to munching on the sweet grass weed. A small sound, a sound that was hardly detectable by any ears but the sharpest twanged the air. Not even the rabbit seemed to have heard it, as the arrow pierced through his gray fur, leaving him pinned to the ground, his legs still twitching as if in some grotesque way he was trying to run. A woman rose from her concealed spot among the trees. She shouldered her bow and stepped out to retrieve her rabbit. A smile spread across her face, enhancing her features. She was small and lithe, her waist no thicker than a small tree’s trunk. Her eyes were bright, and full of energy, a startling color of green to them which could make almost anyone quiver at her feet. A fair and soft complexion completed her look, complimenting her thick black hair which fell free and long down her back, and certainly earned her the right to be called fair by any. However, she also had a battle worn air to her step, and to the alertness of her eyes. The sword hanging from her hip in a plain scabbard, or the bow and quiver settled between her well muscled shoulders did not mar her beauty, nor did they look out of place. Grasping the rabbit by its scruff, the elf maiden picked it up, spinning it about so that she could properly see it. A smile came to her face again as she yanked out her arrow. She shouldered the rabbit, and continued on her way, back to what she called her home. The trip was not long, she knew the path well, her feet left no trace among the grass. Her home, as she liked to call it, was nothing more than a small cave sheltered and secluded by the dense foliage around it. Carefully, she set the rabbit down, and lay the rest of her findings, some berries and herbs that she had gathered earlier inside her cave. Grasping a small knife, she picked up the rabbit, and begin the grueling work of skinning and preparing the rabbit for cooking. The elf worked diligently, her pace not slowing a bit, and she sang softly in her own native tongue, a complicated string of elfish words formed into a single melody. This to her was the best home she could have. The flare of the fire comforted Taryn, and kept her feeling warm as she stared into the blaze. Every now and then, she would still utter the lines of the song she had sung earlier. This, she thought, was paradise. This was what her home was meant to be. The elf took another bite of fresh rabbit stew and lay back, looking up at the sparkling constellations of stars and sighed contently.
A lonely looking gray rabbit browsed through the thick underbrush of the forest, searching the area thoroughly for any left over roughage, anything that looked as if it would provide a sweet taste and a full stomach. Its long whiskers twitched in a frantic sort of manner, and its paws dug in the fresh earth, gingerly pulling up the roots of plants. It sat up rather suddenly, still holding its freshly dug weed; its eyes were wide, and its ears alert. The rabbit searched the area, and saw nothing. For good measure though, it hopped a few paces away, turned and sniffed the air again, and forgetting that it had been startled at all, went back to munching on the sweet grass weed. A small sound, a sound that was hardly detectable by any ears but the sharpest twanged the air. Not even the rabbit seemed to have heard it, as the arrow pierced through his gray fur, leaving him pinned to the ground, his legs still twitching as if in some grotesque way he was trying to run. A woman rose from her concealed spot among the trees. She shouldered her bow and stepped out to retrieve her rabbit. A smile spread across her face, enhancing her features. She was small and lithe, her waist no thicker than a small tree’s trunk. Her eyes were bright, and full of energy, a startling color of green to them which could make almost anyone quiver at her feet. A fair and soft complexion completed her look, complimenting her thick black hair which fell free and long down her back, and certainly earned her the right to be called fair by any. However, she also had a battle worn air to her step, and to the alertness of her eyes. The sword hanging from her hip in a plain scabbard, or the bow and quiver settled between her well muscled shoulders did not mar her beauty, nor did they look out of place. Grasping the rabbit by its scruff, the elf maiden picked it up, spinning it about so that she could properly see it. A smile came to her face again as she yanked out her arrow. She shouldered the rabbit, and continued on her way, back to what she called her home. The trip was not long, she knew the path well, her feet left no trace among the grass. Her home, as she liked to call it, was nothing more than a small cave sheltered and secluded by the dense foliage around it. Carefully, she set the rabbit down, and lay the rest of her findings, some berries and herbs that she had gathered earlier inside her cave. Grasping a small knife, she picked up the rabbit, and begin the grueling work of skinning and preparing the rabbit for cooking. The elf worked diligently, her pace not slowing a bit, and she sang softly in her own native tongue, a complicated string of elfish words formed into a single melody. This to her was the best home she could have. The flare of the fire comforted Taryn, and kept her feeling warm as she stared into the blaze. Every now and then, she would still utter the lines of the song she had sung earlier. This, she thought, was paradise. This was what her home was meant to be. The elf took another bite of fresh rabbit stew and lay back, looking up at the sparkling constellations of stars and sighed contently.
