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Night knew how it felt to want to fly better than he might of thought she did. Night had been born with a different kind of malformation to her wings. They were weak upon her birth, they should have never been able to fly. Life almost treated the dual winged half breed with an even worse set of cards. She didn't actually start to learn how to fly until she was sixteen when her eccentric teacher went as far as to throw her off a cliff. Until then they had been useless piles of feathers that were even more of a bitter reminder than having just one wing. To have two wings but not the strength to flap them. It was the worst kind of punishment the immortals could give her for just being born. But as Noth had stated about his ability to use a bow, self perseverance was the best kind of teacher. After the wind had quite literally been shocked into her she finally picked up on the ability to fly. Years of tying rocks to her wings and beating them as hard as she could built up enough strength to carry her own body. If she ever lost her wings, well she'd sooner die than go back to being grounded. It was a bitter and hateful thought that burned true at the back of her mind. Even if she'd gained the ability to fly she understood quite acutely what it was like not to be able to. It was hard and bloody and treacherous work that kept her alive, instinct that she thought she lacked slowly coming to light.

She made a quite note of the longing in his voice. She couldn't really yearn after the days of old the way others could. Her childhood was what made her the kind of person she was today. The challenges of her past had crafted her into a better being. That didn't curb her spite against those who openly attacked half breeds for being half breeds. She quite spitefully thought it ironic and fitting that Noth was carving off the wings of the Avriel. She meandered towards the dead brother as well prying the bow from his cold, dead grasp. She looked at it inquisitively pulling back the string and pretending to shoot. The stance was bad, but it was a start. She'd take the arrows and his quiver as soon as Noth was done carving off the wings. The bow was good quality, it could be useful.

"I've always lived in the general area of Etzos. Be it on the lands of a self proclaimed noble or in the wilds surrounding the area. For the most part I stuck to my own until now. Finally started to realize I couldn't live completely isolated. Without any kind of companion, human or animal, enough years will drive you mad. You start actually trying to talk to birds..." she said with a shake of her head. A small blush rose to her cheeks at the memory. It was true she had been delirious with a fever when she did that. But it didn't change the fact no more than a year into living on her own she tried talking to birds.
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Noth had long ago decided that his was the worst lot in life that anyone who treaded upon Idalos could ever possess. Through a mixture of genuinely unfortunate events, and physical traits that had led him crippled and destitute, he had grown miserable and hateful. The constant remarks given by the purebloods as they attempted to bully him into their pitiful schemes, and the general distrust that prickled the back of his neck whenever he spoke to someone who regarded him as nothing more than a sentient monster, a contradiction. People didn’t enjoy contradictions, because that meant the world didn’t operate in the way they thought it should, and perhaps that was one of the reasons that so many people throughout his life had sought to end it.

Even if Noth had become magically aware of the plight that Nightshade had felt throughout her early years, he likely would have thought it trivial compared to his own troubles. The entire lens through which he viewed reality had been marred by cruel actions, and he found it difficult if not impossible to believe that anyone could ever have suffered as greatly as he had suffered. The world through its’ dog eat dog mentality and ruthless behavior had taught him to be self-serving, to look for his own interests instead of those of anyone else. It had taken a perfectly reasonable infant and shaped it into a selfish and wicked thing.

Yet, despite all of that angst and sadness that welled up within him, the twilight hybrid held onto a few memories of his past with bittersweet remembrance. The foremost memories were of his father, the man who had taken him in, rescued him from death, and taught him what it truly meant to be a person, to be something more than an animal in the field. He had been kind and understanding, and even as his crimson eyes peered into those of Nightshade, he recalled the good times that had been. Of course, his mental state immediately called to mind the exact instance wherein he had killed his father, and that entirely sullied his positive mood.

The woman stepped over towards the dead corpse as he finished removing its’ wings with a final snapping sound reminiscent of a snapping twig. She reached down, grabbing the bow that lay near it, and he watched as she tested the string. After he had stepped away with the wings, he observed that she removed his arrows and quiver, apparently having determined to follow her dreams. He considered for a moment whether or not he ought to try and take the loot from her, but he assumed that she had earned it through her actions. Instead, he would simply keep the remaining pieces.

With that thought, the Avriel began to scour through the pockets of the two bodies, removing anything of interest from their pockets without a second thought as to the morality of robbing the deceased. He would also begin to remove the chainmail from the sister, once more not caring as he stripped the armor from her corpse with methodical fingers.

Nightshade mentioned that she had lived within the area of Etzos, but that she had never personally owned any property. Apparently, some manner of existential crisis had grasped her, and though his attention was somewhat distracted, Noth was fairly certain that she revealed that she had spent time speaking to birds. That wasn’t nearly as strange to him as it might have been to others, and he cast a momentarily glance towards Vern who had inquisitively decided to sit upon one of the still warm bodies. Blood made for wonderful heating against the cold, and she wanted to have the warmth whilst it lasted.

“Personally, I don’t believe that makes you crazy, though I can’t see myself leaping into a cave to fight halfblood hunters all for the sake of making a friend. Mind you, I’m certainly glad that you decided to show up when you did, lest I be minced flesh. I can’t imagine that Vern would have enjoyed consuming me.” He cast another glance at the bird who simply cocked her head to the side. “Admittedly, I could be incorrect on that.” He snickered, a quiet and rough sound that might have counted as laughter if it had been practiced more than once an Arc.

“I imagine that I shall strip these bodies of their things, and then determine what to do with the corpses.” In his mind, he considered that they would make excellent fertilizer, or perhaps even bait for a predator. “I do, however, know what I shall do with these.” He spoke, taking hold of the four wings in his hand and jamming them into the spikes that counted as his doorway. The feathered appendages were easily pierced by the wood, and they began to flicker with every blow of the wind, scattering some loose feathers, but otherwise remaining in place.

Wings didn’t possess nearly as much meat as the other pieces of the body, and Noth genuinely doubted that he would draw the attention of many predators with the effigy, and so he left it there to sit, a constant reminder to any who would challenge his right to life again.






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Here was the perfect testament to their truly contrary natures. Night had never been one to judge, not purposefully. So she never thought that someone else's plight was better or worse than herself. Everyone was different, their hearts scarred in differed ways. There was no way to say that what Night had undergone was any worse or better a situation than what Noth had been through. But she'd never openly admit the things she'd been through. There were plenty of people with minds like Noth, they thought that had undoubtedly been through far worse than any other person. Night didn't like her struggles being looked down upon, she'd fought hard her entire life with tooth and nail in order to live. Her past was something she preferred not to dwell upon. She wasn't the kind of person to sulk and cry out "oh woe is me!" She would not beg for pity or for mercy, and she would not become soured and blame the world around her. Her past was her own, it was something that had shaped her and made her what she was be it beast or angel. By the definitions of some she was truly both. Her trials were no more trivial than that of any other. And in her mind, neither were Noth's. His past was his and he could react to it and the world around him in whatever way pleased him. But not Night.

This is where the two were truly and vastly different. Night had grown from her past, used it to craft herself into a better being. Every tragedy and sweet moment culminated into the existence of a woman who only wished to help. Her past was her strength, her armor and her blade. And she would use her past to protect others from the things that drove her to become a protector. Growing up in a dog eat dog world she'd learned a very different line up of ideals and skills to aid them. With a stubborn set personality and a heart that really could be described as gold she'd fought back. While the world and the immortals and whatever else existed to fight against her bid her to become savage and vicious and cruel, just as Noth had fallen to weakness and allowed himself to become, she had backed herself against the wall hissing and growling and spitting her curses. To the fate that told her survive for yourself and yourself alone she'd spit it in the eye and howled out a cry of rebellion. She would not bow to the ties of destiny which tried to twist children into monsters for no reason. No, that wasn't the nature of this woman and it never would be. Against everything which tried to force her down a path she didn't want to go she had stood. She'd stood against the Master, she'd stood against Ivan, she stood against foe after foe after foe, and in the end she stood against the avriel and humans who thought her wrong because the existence of her other half. And in the end she knew in her heart of hearts that she would prove them all wrong. Each venom coated word, each challenge, each moment which death tried to feast upon her life blood, they would all make her stronger in the end!

It was possible to be a sentient monster, it was by no means a contradiction. She'd seen them before many times. They called themselves human or avriel, most commonly nobles. Those who turned away from the weak and the suffering and tried to instead use them for their own malicious intent. They were truly sentient monsters. A while ago a friend of hers had told her, though she couldn't remember the setting for the life of her, everyone to some degree was a monster. There were just some that had better reasoning for what they did than others. But that wasn't the only truth she'd learned walking among the worst of monsterkind. It was never to late to change. Such a stereotypical and cliche thing to believe. But it was a true one, a kind and pure lesson that only the strong could ever put into motion. The strength to change someone, the strength to teach them the other half of the argument. There was no true good or bad, white or black, there were only different points of view and the sentient mind could always be changed and shaped by the events around it; some minds were far more stubborn than others. Weren't Noth and Night proof enough of that?

But of course that didn't matter much. Noth would never know of what Night had gone through. At least not for a very long time, at least not without lots of time spent in companionship together. Noth would never hear Night breath a word of her past, not a single complaint. So he wouldn't have the time to think of her triviality in her set of mind and the events that shaped them. But really, what was the point of trying to explain a bird call or the color red to someone deaf and blind? Unless miracle or medicine restored such abilities as sight and sound they would never be able to understand. The same could be said of empathy, could it not?

Night nodded quietly at Noth's comment as she watched him. She watched the movement of the other half breed trying to decipher his nature. Not on it's basic level, but on it's true level. His motives, his past, his pains and his joys. She peered at him quietly with eyes that could burn holes in you if you turned your back. She tried to catch eye contact with Noth, attempting to look inside of him right past the mask that every person wore. She stopped after a moment letting a quiet sigh hiss out from under her breath. She was growing tired, there was only so much energy she had in a day for other people.

Night stretched out trying to deal with her new arrow wound. She could go to Alex. That thought made her flinch. No, no she couldn't. Not anymore at least. She quietly reminded herself that Alex was gone. Mal was also gone. Everyone was gone. She deflated slightly as a sense of loneliness weighed heavy on her heart. "Right, well, I believe you most likely want me out of your feathers by now," she said with a small laugh trying to mask the small crack in her voice that came with fear or depression. Though she wasn't able to hide it very well. Her entire demeanor became nervous when she realized Noth would certainly be able to hear that in her voice. Her mind was telling her to leave.
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Though their experiences in life had been vastly different, they weren’t as terribly far apart in some ways as it would initially seem. Both fought against the forces of nature and life that battered against them, and though they held differing mentalities about these forces, they fought with every fiber of their existence to keep them away. Both fought to make their lives their own, to overcome the hurdles that had been placed before them, and to not be controlled by anyone’s hand. There was truth in that they had grown differently, however, and even an amateur psychologist would have little struggle seeing the disparity between the two’s personalities. Noth was cruel and mean, he had been twisted into something vile by his experiences, and though he fought for change, it was clear that the world had succeeded in changing him.

In the dog eat dog world where he had grown, he had learned that the weak were nothing more than the playthings of the mighty. The frail were simply meals for the strong, and such interactions had enforced behaviors in his mind that would likely never be torn away. Noth had watched since he was a child, had observed the conflicts of the world. He had held a decent childhood, and yet he had still observed, he had learned. In a world where the monsters were so powerful, where they won so often, Noth had learned to become one. Where some men would commit treacherous acts, where they would harm those under them, and then proceed to make excuses for their actions, Noth was backwards. He would make excuses for why he ought to commit atrocities, for what would make him seem fiercer. The more rabid the dog, the more likely that it survived its’ conflicts, and he intended to be the most vicious beast among them.

The logic was flawed, it was inherently flawed, but he would never know it. Crimson eyes spun around, glaring into Night’s with an intensity that rivaled her own, and yet his thoughts were focused elsewhere. He did not care for her history, nor would he likely ever question her upon it. If she ever desired to share it, he might listen, but he was not under obligation to do such a thing. Of course, the same was true for his own life history, and he recognized that he would likely never share it, at least not without some personal gain that could be granted by the revelation.

His eyes caught hold of their target once more, his hands wiping loose blood upon the walls as though it were simply paint. He had spent his life learning to be a predator, and now an opportunity to hone his predatory skills came through, he glanced through the darkness at the wound upon the woman’s leg. She was weak, and he picked up on it just as well as any monster. She was vulnerable, and he inherently knew that if he were to kill her, now would be the finest opportunity for it. She could hardly dodge with her leg as damaged as it were, and he felt confident enough in his archery skills to pierce her torso from such a close range.

He blinked a single time, wondering for a moment at what his next course of action would be, and it came as something of a shock when he had finally determined what to speak.

“Do you need help?”
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The second time their eyes met she could see it, the look of a predator. The look of something hungry that wished to prey on that which was weak. She only caught the glint for a split second but it was there. The look set her on edge because she knew what that look meant, though she didn't allow the fear of that look to show on her face. In all honesty her injury wasn't as bad as most would have assumed. Yes, the arrow had managed to pierce a good half inch but it wasn't barbed or poisoned or anything. The biggest reason it looked so bad was because it just so happened to be bleeding like a stuck pig. Blood tended to make an injury look worse than it actually was. In fact the arrow didn't even have a proper tip, it was just a sharpened stick. True it hurt, it hurt a lot, but it was on the upper part of her thigh and she could in the end take care of it herself. The wound wasn't as serious as her limping movements made it seem. Of course it had always been a habit of hers to try and look more wounded than she actually was. To milk pity from the Master was to escape an extra lashing. To look meek and pathetic was to lure someone into a sense of false security or trick them into pitying her. It wasn't a conscious habit, that was certain. It was something she'd learned some time ago and had never really broken it. But for certain situations it did come in handy.

Right now Noth was undoubtedly underestimating her condition. That wasn't anything new. Most people underestimated Night. They didn't realize how strong her desire to live was, how feral she could become in seconds when her back was to the wall, if Noth tried to attack her she'd be willing to suffer a little extra pain in order to keep herself alive. She had two perfectly good wings that could very well block an arrow and still fly her away to safety at the drop of a pin if anything went sour. There were people who would speak for her desire to stay alive, had she not dragged herself into Alex's shop within an inch of her life? Had she not thrown herself in the underground to protect people and still fought long and hard enough for Mal to save her? Had she not survived her childhood!? How dare someone insult her ability to keep herself alive, verbally or not. She was ready to protect herself at any moment, especially after seeing that all too familiar look in Noth's eyes. That look of another wolf prowling around her camp looking for the entrance.

Which is why she was so shocked to hear his question. She laughed lightly and smiled warmly. "No, I'll be fine. A friend of mine taught me a little about medicine not too long ago. I'll be fine handling my wound on my own. Goodbye Noth," she said quietly leaving the cave.
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Nightshade Eld

Knowledge:

Blades: Longsword: Using a Blade to Pivot your Opponent
Blades: Longsword: Avoiding Armour
Blades: Longsword: Basic Block
Stealth: Taking Advantage of Distractions
Stealth: Avoiding Lines of Sight
Stealth: Using Shadows to Hide
Stealth: Wrapping your Claws
Stealth: Torches just Reveal your Location
Hunting: Following behind Prey
Detection: Listening to the Sounds when you can't See
Noth: Self-centred
Noth: Not a Monster
Noth: Has a Pet Goose
Noth: Lower Morals

Loot:

1 Good Quality Shortbow
24 Poor Quality Arrows

Injuries:

Arrow Wound to Thigh
20 Trials without treatment, chance of infection
10 Trials with self-treatment, decreased chance of infection
5 Trials with Professional treatment, no chance of infection

Fame:

Kill a Bandit x2 (+6)
General Good Deed (+1)

Story:
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Collaboration:
5/5
Structure:
5/5
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Name:

Noth

Knowledge:

Stealth: Taking Advantage of Distractions
Stealth: Avoiding Lines of Sight
Stealth: Using Shadows to Hide
Stealth: Torches just Reveal your Location
Stealth: Hiding in a Cranny
Detection: Locating a Target based on Sounds
Detection: Using other senses when One Fails
Ranged: Arrow through the Lungs isn't Immediately Fatal
Night: Half Avriel
Night: Willing to Help
Night: Selfless


Loot:

1 Normal Quality Gladius
1 Normal Quality Chainmail Tunic
4 Wing Decorations for the Cave

Injuries:

Serious Cut to Abdomen
30 Trials without treatment, possible infection
10 Trials with full treatment, significantly reduced chance of infection

Fame:

Killing an NPC x1 (-3)

Story:
5/5
Collaboration:
5/5
Structure:
5/5
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It was a good thread- I enjoyed seeing how you two wrote their interaction. With regards to the fame- seeing as the two are full avriel, not liked by most places, and they trespassed, it was harder to give out negative fame. I did what I could.

I tried to make sure there was a bit of knowledge for everything, but if you think I missed something, or were looking for something more, let me know.

If you feel I've missed anything or if you have questions about your review, please don't hesitate to send me a quick PM. Thank you!
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