It Doesn't Have to End This Way

[LadyRebecca 1050]

The rain fell like the oceans had turned upside down.

As the leaves bounced and swayed with the mild spring rain, a soaking wet individual made her way past Laurelin's muddy gates. The elfess padded non-hurriedly into the city, attempting to weave about the puddles, when a call emerged from the fairly quiet wood elven city. Arahaelth reached out to move her dripping hair out of her eyes and lifted her face to see the individual. Standing within the city's main entrance was a coal black, female Kha, with striking green eyes. Smiling warmly, the mali'ame woman waved and returned the greeting. 

"Karin'ayla."

She responded with a welcoming tone. Pausing just a few feet away from the Kha, the dark creature appeared confused at the woman's words. 

"Keeran'eeyla?"

She questioned, reaching up to scratch her head with a clawed hand. Arahaelth chuckled softly to herself and rested her hand atop her slender staff. 

"My apologies, llir! I have a tendency to use the old tongue from time to time."

The Kha shrugged and muttered more to herself than the small mali woman. 

"Aw, naw maata. Yew wel mawke meh aw gud pwrice awnywah."

 

Before the Sparrow Druid could react, the Kha lunged at her, slamming her dark fist into Arahaelth's mouth, an explosion of pain erupting in her face. 

"Why you-!"

The tan woman yelled, her voice cut off by another series of hard blows to her face. 

Unable to fend off the Kha woman's onslaught, the Sparrow Druid summoned her thoughts and, with a draining amount of energy, pushed all of her mind into the nature surrounding her. 

 

A massive root sprang forth out of the ground, encircling the Kha by the waist before various smaller roofs and tendrils began wrapping around her limbs and neck. As the mali'ame woman lay curled up in the mud, drained both mentally and physically, the Kha squirmed, writhed and and torn at the roots, but to no avail. 

"What's going on here?"

A deep voice asked, the thick accent of a highlander accentuating his pronunciation. 

 

The Kha, screeching and demanding for aid as the roots tightened around her, garbled and fought for her release, but to no avail. 

 

Groaning and wincing, the bruised and bloodied woman extended a hand towards the dark creature, the roots immediately ceasing to move. Reaching for her staff and slowly pushing herself to her feet, Arahaelth stared coldly into the face of her could-have-been-captor.

"How dare you."

She stated simply and flatly, her usually calm and warm nature completely vanished. 

"What seems to be the problem?"

Asked the highland bystander once again, placing his hand on his pommel. 

 

Reaching up to wipe the copper taste from her mouth, the Sparrow Druid gestured to the suspended Kha, who was softly growling all the while. 

"I had no wish to be captured and sold while standing within the walls of my own city."

She replied, never breaking eye contact with the dark creature

"The walking carpet tried to take ye and sell ye in yar own 'ouse? Why, ye ought to maim 'em and put a right nice fanceh carpet in ye 'ouse."

He said chuckling, a cruel grin set on his face. 

"Aw dun't cawre whawt yew du teh meh."

The Kha growled, no longer struggling in her confides. 

"No."

The tan woman said after a while, her features blank, yet rigid.

"No. There will be no violence done in this city by my hands. If it had been anybody else

in this city, the rain would be washing your despicable body clean of your blood."

She straightened up, wincing at the slight movement before reaching out her hand. Immediately the roots unceremoniously dropped the Kha into the mud and retreated back into the ground. 

"No, you will leave this city. And not return."

She stated, maintaining her composure. 

 

Grumbling and wiping herself of the mud matting her fur, the Kha glowered at the woman before stalking off out of the city.

"Yew whould 'ave gawt meh awt leest foor hundawd minaws."

 

The highlander looked the beaten woman up and down with a lofted brow, confused at what had taken place before shrugging and shoving the pommel of his sword back into its scabbard and carrying on his way. 

 

Shaking her drenched and, now, muddied locks, Arahaelth sighed softly and stared up into the grey sky before bowing her head and padding off towards her small home. 

 

"Will the time ever come when death and murder are not our first response? When life should prevail and we uphold both sides of the balance?"

[DahStalker 3692]

mare stares off into the distance, head shaking. "Ney"

[Slothtastic 761]

Joor stands wondering the same thing, death was the first reaction to most, threats and more. So he sits, wondering what can he do to stop this madnes. Only knowing that he cannot.  "Joor wishes thawt thaw world wawld start workeeng tawords peece. Bawt sawmtymes dreemes stay dreemes."

[Dragonslayerelf 654]

Lindrael Torena the gate guard would mutter angrily "Bloody Kha...how're they bloody gettin' in...?", stamping the ground with his metallic sabaton, causing a great racket. The gate guard would then go back to his duties.

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