The woman's path dawdled; zig zagged really, with her head bent, though her steps were purposeful and not at all that of a woman who seemed wary of anything. This strange forest seemed to be waiting for something. The exceptionally tall female wove her way to a place with rationale however. She knew Suliss? lived near.
Avoiding the obvious deer path, a crooked grin was plastered across wide black lips; carefree swinging of arms it seemed, brushing along tops of plants. Checking for more trip wires. Dodge and play, weave and hunt. A shadow was behind the taller shadow --she did not even realize another one was awaiting her, eight feet away. The trees grew apart here.
Seven feet away.
Come on, come on, know you are here. Suliss had known immediately that someone had encroached upon her territory even though known of the traps laid had been sprung. A simple spell, a delicate one, laid near a few scattered stumps sent a tingle of awareness across the drowess? mind. Suited in mismatched mithril plate, in the middle of practice forms ?the shorter drowess has made quick, silent steps to the line of trees to wait in ambush.
Six feet away, and very nearly no trees. Just a few around the outskirts.
Closer. Come closer, xas. Five feet away, and the feathered' cap woman was now sauntering easy as you please forward, crossing arms with growing smirk.
Four. Three. Two. One. The tip of a very, very, sharp mithril saif made a small whistle through the air in the startling quick lock of armored arm, out in perfect line, then tilted up beneath the chin of intruder. Gold eyes in the shade of the tree burned as forge fires.
Skikudis? Well. It's a lovely time to stop and smell the..Goodness, Suliss' needed a bath. The taller female uncrossed arms, slowly, spread gloved fingers out and wide, to show she held nothing in them. Skikudis? brown eyes were tilted downward to the shorter, scar-faced other drow.
Suliss? flicked her wrist, both sending the tip to sink a touch into the skin of black neck, then twisting wrist over half way--the light on the blade flashed. White braided head jerked toward the clearing. Moving the taller woman single, shuffling, and razor-point steps to face not the trees, but the wide open space. This kept Suliss? back to the forest, and Skikudis dealing with naught but plains. Harder for the other woman to hide in short grass.
The taller woman tipped head back finally, keeping Suliss?urns blade as far away from important places as she could. She enjoyed living, muchly so, and was now casually doing her best to continue this. The entire exchange between two sisters was done in dead silence. The most startling resemblance of the two, was through the mouth. Skikudis? and Suliss?urn?s mouths were mirrors of each other, perfect. Only Suliss?urn?s had the ruin of a scar keeping one side of it tipped down, whilst Skikudis grinned freely.
"Sullee, Sullee, Sullee. " Dulcet, alto tones the disgusting perfection one would expect from a damn elf, dark or not. "Nindol jala i'dol ulu greet dosst--"
"What do you want? Make it quick.? Suliss?urn whispered, little yellow eyes narrowing to slits.
Amused, the taller woman's grin spread, it was sickly poison sweet. "Usstan fridj ssinssrinil--"
Tip of the blade was pressed forward more. "In. Common."
Siiiiiiiiigh. "Little sister, you never change.? Skikudis' head had tipped back further, edging more from the mithril blade. "I just came to see how you were, of course! Is that not what big sister's do?"
Taken from live play
Skik=Green
Suliss=Brownish Red
Avoiding the obvious deer path, a crooked grin was plastered across wide black lips; carefree swinging of arms it seemed, brushing along tops of plants. Checking for more trip wires. Dodge and play, weave and hunt. A shadow was behind the taller shadow --she did not even realize another one was awaiting her, eight feet away. The trees grew apart here.
Seven feet away.
Come on, come on, know you are here. Suliss had known immediately that someone had encroached upon her territory even though known of the traps laid had been sprung. A simple spell, a delicate one, laid near a few scattered stumps sent a tingle of awareness across the drowess? mind. Suited in mismatched mithril plate, in the middle of practice forms ?the shorter drowess has made quick, silent steps to the line of trees to wait in ambush.
Six feet away, and very nearly no trees. Just a few around the outskirts.
Closer. Come closer, xas. Five feet away, and the feathered' cap woman was now sauntering easy as you please forward, crossing arms with growing smirk.
Four. Three. Two. One. The tip of a very, very, sharp mithril saif made a small whistle through the air in the startling quick lock of armored arm, out in perfect line, then tilted up beneath the chin of intruder. Gold eyes in the shade of the tree burned as forge fires.
Skikudis? Well. It's a lovely time to stop and smell the..Goodness, Suliss' needed a bath. The taller female uncrossed arms, slowly, spread gloved fingers out and wide, to show she held nothing in them. Skikudis? brown eyes were tilted downward to the shorter, scar-faced other drow.
Suliss? flicked her wrist, both sending the tip to sink a touch into the skin of black neck, then twisting wrist over half way--the light on the blade flashed. White braided head jerked toward the clearing. Moving the taller woman single, shuffling, and razor-point steps to face not the trees, but the wide open space. This kept Suliss? back to the forest, and Skikudis dealing with naught but plains. Harder for the other woman to hide in short grass.
The taller woman tipped head back finally, keeping Suliss?urns blade as far away from important places as she could. She enjoyed living, muchly so, and was now casually doing her best to continue this. The entire exchange between two sisters was done in dead silence. The most startling resemblance of the two, was through the mouth. Skikudis? and Suliss?urn?s mouths were mirrors of each other, perfect. Only Suliss?urn?s had the ruin of a scar keeping one side of it tipped down, whilst Skikudis grinned freely.
"Sullee, Sullee, Sullee. " Dulcet, alto tones the disgusting perfection one would expect from a damn elf, dark or not. "Nindol jala i'dol ulu greet dosst--"
"What do you want? Make it quick.? Suliss?urn whispered, little yellow eyes narrowing to slits.
Amused, the taller woman's grin spread, it was sickly poison sweet. "Usstan fridj ssinssrinil--"
Tip of the blade was pressed forward more. "In. Common."
Siiiiiiiiigh. "Little sister, you never change.? Skikudis' head had tipped back further, edging more from the mithril blade. "I just came to see how you were, of course! Is that not what big sister's do?"
Taken from live play
Skik=Green
Suliss=Brownish Red