Training Of A Wolf

[MamaBearJade 2090]

The adventures of a young dark elf seemed to have started suddenly and without warning. Her voice no longer heard in the square of malinor. Her dual colored eyes no longer peering at passersby from the rooftops. No, she seemed to have vanished without a trace. Her home wasn’t even her home anymore. Not truly belonging with her clan, and always left to the side while those stronger took the light. Z’ress was truly more alone than she would ever have admitted. Because of this, she left.

 
The First Elven Day
 

Why? Why did she leave? Z’ress sat under a tree deep in the forests, far from home. The events that had lead to her departure were too numerous for her young mind to count. At the age of ten, she had left to find her own way. What were the reasons? Her mother, long since dead. She never could get over the fact her mother was gone, never to be known by her. Z’ress hated her siblings, they had known Laila, known her mother, and yet Z’ress could never hear her mother’s voice.

 
Her father, often she does feel the love from him, but it never seems enough. Years she tried to gain trianing but he seemed reluctant and slow with his teaching. She struggled hard to be the perfect Oussana for him, often leading her to be kicked or yelled at for doing as he asked. She kept it quiet though, even from him, how alone she felt. She would never be able to live up to her mother’s image, the image she had been painted by her family.
 
Rathina. The half sister that seemed to have it all. Friends, family, and love. Z’ress never admitted how jealous she was of Rathina and her family. Not only did they have the family Z’ress never could, but Rathina was beautiful, not a scar on her smooth dark elven skin. No. It wasn’t that. Rathina was like a mother to her at times, though Z’ress would never admit it to her. She always kept herself a distance from Rathina, afraid to kill her, like she did her mother.
 
Why did she leave then? Her family would have said it was a perfect life for the young Mali’ker. To Z’ress it was a painful reminder as to what she was. An animal. She never belonged with them. She was nothing more than trouble to them. She caused a rift in her family that she did not mean to cause. She was nothing more than a selfish child. So, in response to the trouble she had caused, she packed up, determined to make herself better.
 
Strength. Her name meant it and she would prove it. She remembered stories of how her father was sent into caves as a child to grow and become stronger. Though she could not find a cave proper enough for her, she went deep into the woods, hoping to find things on her own. She would grow stronger, or die trying. She would become a true Oussana. She will become the Strong Wolf her name meant. She would be Z’ress.

 
The Second Elven Day
 

Only a month into her training, and she was already feeling scared. She had survived days, weeks even, without thinking about the family she left. Finally it hit her. She was alone. Truly and utterly alone. The entire second month was a trial in of itself for her. Ten years old was too young for one to go through this. Ten years of life was not enough training to get over this anxiety that crippled her. She was way too young, yet way too stubborn to give up and go home to Rathina.

 
“HAELUN!” she cried into the night. “I dont want to be alone!” For days she wandered around in a large circle, too depressed to find her way home. She called and called for her sister, for her mother, even her father. She finally found a little hovel for her to sit in that would make a perfect place for her to rest. She curled up and sobbed as she tried to deal with her separation anxiety.
 
For days she repeated this, wandering around the forest calling for her father and her family. Z’ress finally ended up collapsing in the woods, knowing she could not return. Not only was she lost, but she also was alone. After nearly a full month, she came to terms with her loneliness and made a vow. She would not be dependant on anyone but herself. She will become a true Oussana, just like her father.

 
The Third Elven Day
 

Z’ress had finally grown to where she didn’t require her family’s presence to live wild and free. She stayed deep in the woods. Here she began training herself to survive on more than just berries. Using tricks she had seen over her years, she managed to snag small animals for her meals, still unable to cook them, she had to resort to eating many raw. This made things a little more difficult for her.

 
However, while capturing small animals, larger ones would sometimes come by, stealing what little food she had. As the days passed and turned to weeks, she became more and more wiley with her tactics. At first she would make noise to try and scare off the beasts, however, they would soon return. When she realized they would not stay away, she became more desperate, resorting to more drastic measures.
 
She began making traps that would startle the larger animals away. They worked most times. Never injuring the larger beasts, she managed to become more interested in the world of the animals. She worked hard at her training, practicing on trees. However, not even a full elven day would pass before she would need to put the training to the test.

 
The Fourth Elven Day
 

Fire was still a new concept to Z’ress. A passerby had dropped flint and steel, making it possible for Z’ress to finally learn more. She remembered her lessons well and began trying to make small fires. With success she finally was able to cook her meats, helping improve her health and strength. Each night she would sit down and give thanks to Malin for her food before digging in. However this did not stop her loneliness.

 
It was a bright day when she finally had to put her training to the test. She was sitting down to some cooked rabbit when she heard the growl of a starving wolf. She tossed some over to the wolf, hoping to appease it but sadly it had its eyes on a bigger prize. She carefully picked up one of her dual swords as the beast approached. As she watched, she noticed how small and starved the lone wolf was and felt pity, which was short lived.
 
The beast lunged at her, knocking her back. The den where Z’ress was hiding erupted in a sound of growls and snarls. The wolf tore at her arm as she tried to protect her neck. It jumped back as she aimed a punch for its snout. Z’ress slowly stood watching the wolf as it snarled at her. After a moment, it lunged once more and a loud cry ripped through the air.
 
Z’ress had pulled her sword up to protect herself, however, she was too unskilled to properly attack. The wolf, sadly, did not have enough time to react as the blade impaled itself into the creature’s chest. The wolf crumpled to the ground, and all Z’ress could do at seeing its lifeless body was cry. Her small hands balling up and pressing against her face as she sobbed over the wolf.

 
The Fifth Elven Day
 

Z’ress spent her time wandering the woods, looking for new places to sleep and train. However, it was on one of these walks she noticed something strange. A grave, unmarked. Z’ress slowly moved closer to investigate, finding herself more and more curious. She spotted the weapons on the grave and moved even closer. “S-sissy.” she breathed when she finally recognized one of the weapons.

 
Tears began to stream down her face as she looked at the grave. Unbelieving of such, she began to desperately dig, hoping to uncover a random elf. However, her heart shattered when she finally saw who was buried there. “RATHY!” she screamed to the heavens. Her hands dirtied and bleeding, she wailed for the loss of her sister Rathina. Unable to do more, Z’ress covered her sister once more.
 
She wandered deeper into the forest, looking for a proper marker. After a few hours, she found one and brought it back. She went back and forth from the forest to the grave. After nearly a full day, she had managed to make the grave look beautiful. “Just like you sissy.” she said softly, as she wrote Rathina’s name on the marker. “I will make you proud Haelun. I will.”

 
The Sixth Elven Day
 

Pride, that’s all she had anymore. She was nothing special. She was just an Oussana Mali’ker. There was nothing truly special about her anymore. She stayed near the grave for days before finally moving on to another area. She had taken one of the swords Rathina had to remember her sister by. Now alone and feeling even more vulnerable, she felt even more determined to be the best she could be.

 
She trained harder, fought harder. She made it a point to be better. She was finally getting the hang of sword play. Blistered hands did not deter her as she worked harder than ever. She would find who killed her sister, find who killed her mother. She would become a wolf if need be. No she may not have the true wolf instincts, but she was close enough.
 
Her mind soon became her only friend. Strategies and wit was all she had to rely on anymore. Yes, she was that “edgy darkie” now, but she had her reasons. She would show the world she was strong like her mother, cunning like her father, and brave like her sister. She would strive to be the best, and be a true Oussana.

 
The Seventh Elven Day
 

Seven elven days had passed since she left. She had grown stronger physically, closer to nature mentally, and more determined to prove herself. It had caused her to be more willing to risk her own life for stupid things. One of such incidents happened to her. She had found a den of foxes. Food, that’s all she saw them as.

 
How wrong she was. She managed to kill the first fox that darted out of the den. The red fur shining brightly in the sunlight, however, the second had caught her off guard. It sunk its sharp teeth deep into her leg, tearing at her flesh and muscle. Z’ress could do little to shake it off before damage was done.
 
Sadly the damage had been done. She injured the second fox while the third fled. As the injured fox ran off, Z’ress fell to her rear and panted. She pulled herself to the dead fox and took it back to her makeshift home, though the injury bled, staining the grass as she limped. After a while, she made it home, treated her leg and cooked her catch. She hoped she would be stronger next time.

 
The Eighth Elven Day
 

The following elven day proved to be more difficult. Although the wound was nearly healed, Z’ress had trouble keeping weight on the injured leg. She started losing even the easiest of catches. Rabbits and squirrels were now out of her reach and she was left to eating berries and roots to survive. She had learned enough to know some berries were alright.

 
However, days went by agonizingly slow. Her leg festered and soon she felt sick. Unable to do more than hobble from a nearby bush back to her hovel, she feared she would die from whatever ailed her, unaware that the wound had become infected. She was on borrowed time and she knew she would not last much longer.
 
However, a passing cleric saw the girl struggle and was able to heal the infection. Although this would seem odd, Z’ress welcomed the help. She talked to cleric about her home and how she missed it, wanting to be strong enough that she wouldn’t need any help. All the cleric could tell her was “Just keep going and know your family loves you.”

 
The Nineth Elven Day
 

Friends. This was a concept completely new to Z’ress. The cleric had long since left and Z’ress could not help but pine for companionship. This was quickly remedied when she found a wolf stuck in a trap. Normally she would have put it out of its misery, but remembering her own experience with a leg injury, she helped the wolf. At first the beast snarled and snapped at her, but as she kept feeding and tending to it, it became more willing to let her close.

 
She helped it get better with the medicine given to her by the cleric. The two quickly seemed to bond and friendship was finally formed for the young mali’ker. However, as luck would have it, it barely lasted a full elven day. The wolf and her traveled, trained and worked as a team, bonding as a small pack. However, it was on the early morning of one elven day, that Z’ress would learn the hard truth of making a bad mistake.
 
She thought she and her pet could take on the bear, hoping to get enough meat to last her the rest of her trip. How wrong she was. The battle seemed fine and the two had the bear cornered and nearly defeated, but just as Z’ress went in for a killing blow, a wounded yelp was heard before it was silenced with the cracking of bone. A second bear had taken the life of her new found friend. Scared and truly out matched, Z’ress fled.

 


 
The Tenth Elven Day
 

Weakness. This was not something she enjoyed. She had very little strength after the loss of her pet, and even less sleep. Z'ress was starting to feel her strength being sapped from her as she continued on. Nights were filles with her just watching the stars. "Maln." she would mutter as she watched a shooting star fly past her. She closed her eyes, preparing to make a gentle wish.

 
For that moment, the normally aggressive and brash Z'ress looked more like a young girl who, more than anything, wanted to be with her father. She continued to make her wishes at night, while during the day, she would hunt and continue her training. She wanted to be something her father would be proud of when she got home.

 


 
The Eleventh Elven Day
 

Z'ress's training had become more vigorous and more harsh. She would not let herself stop until she was near collapsing. Her hands now calloused from her training, she was starting to feel more confident with her swords. She had left marks on animals that were her food or had tried to harm her. She had left marks on old trees that were near death. Her last task was to explore the abandoned mine near by.

She packed her things and her food, before heading on. She would spend the last few months of her training in the darkest mines with little light. She would become a true Mali'ker, a true Oussana. She would make her father and her sister proud to call her family. Even if she was related to halfbreeds and mix breeds.

 
 
 
 
 
 
OOC

I have been working on this daily and have finally caught up to current date. This will update until I am able to return in game. Feel free to comment or even RP in here if you want, dont mind at all ^_^. Just am bored.

[ToenailTickler 290]

 ((The Color it BURNS 

 

But I like what I could read from it :3))

 

The Baby Ilvian misses being held by Z'ress

[Lark 2227]

((dat black text. So edgy))

 

((Nice read :D))

[Free The Hobbits 859]

((You've been writing about lotc since you've been banned from it...that's dedication.))

[Tayelikel 193]

Rathinas spirit stands by z'ress, watching over her as she waits for the monks to bring her back

"Dont worry, kae'leh malii, i am always, and will always, be with you"

((hehe cant wait till rathy gets back on Sunday, and you get back from your ban, much love!))

[MamaBearJade 2090]

((You've been writing about lotc since you've been banned from it...that's dedication.))

Z'ress closes her eyes as she sends her prayers to her family.

((What can I say, just cause I am banned doesnt mean I cant do things around the community, such as guides, roleplay, and even test builds.))

[Baconthief 682]

Khel walks about the city as he does, serving those mali that are true to the bloodline of Malin. On the surface, he appears unaffected by the disappearance of his daughter. To those that know him personally or have grown accustomed to his presence for a long time, something appears amiss about it. In the deepest crevice of his dark eyes, a pain and heartache is evident.

 

When the sun sets, and all the creatures that roam the world during the day lay their heads down and rest, this nocturnal elven prince wanders the forests alone. He is pushed forward by a tenacious sense of hope that remains true and undecimated with each passing day, he will never stop his search for both of his lost children

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Wonderful read, keep it updated

[MamaBearJade 2090]

A small bit of parchment is sent to Khel. It isn't very much. The writing is horrible but the message is clear.

"Maln, I safe. I come home soon."

[Swgrclan 2682]

Whilst guarding the gates of Luminaire, a sudden burning sensation wells up within Cyndaer's chest; causing his thin brows to knit together as he determines was transpire within him. Moments later, he realized that it's just his High-Elven blood acting up again. 

The antics of the Ker stirs the intransigent racist within him and it was so strong he subconsciously, telepathically acknowledged the urban, savagely acts of a growing Dark-Elf female that transpire from afar. The burning sensation dispersed moments after a traveler requested entrance to the city, distracting Cyndaer from the topic and reminding him of his duties.

[Splitchris 11]

The tiger of name Ignis moved silently through the brush outside Malinor, shoulderblades rising and falling as he moved his front legs. His snout expelled hot air and breathed in cool one in exchange as he sniffed by instinct. Suddenly, the fluid motion stopped as he jerked his head up. There was a new smell, something non-animal, yet... the humanistic being had a main scent of a superior minded being, but it was covered in another scent of wilderness, sweat and dirt. Carefully, the movement of the tiger continued, but this time for the new scent. As he emerged out of a bush into the opening which was Z'ress' camp, he moved accross it, orange fur vividly lightened up by moon light, as the pale green eyes scanned Z'ress, apparently sleeping on a primitive mat. The orange figure moved towards her, and stood above the lain down figure, only sign of his presence detectable the hot air expelled onto her face as the the tiger stared, the tip of his snout mere centimeters from her face...

((First, this is impressive and a good read! Second, I'm rather bored (as you can probably tell from the length of this) and I'm open to some forum rp :P

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Z'ress had trained hard for much of the day. Her arms and legs covered in bruises from her training. Her swords lay just before her mat, the fire nearly out as the moon rose. "Maln." she whispered softly. She had been gone for nearly two elven weeks, and soon she would be home. She smiled brightly as she stretched out onto the mat. Her white hair now longer and her body having grown. She wore more furs than clothes, having grown out of her last outfit. As the moon rose higher, she closed her eyes and drifted off. Her mind slipping into a dream, however, something was not right. Her ear twitched at the unusual stillness of the night, gently pulling her out of her dreams. Something neared and she knew she was in trouble the moment she felt the breath on her cheek. Keeping her eyes closed in pretending of sleep, she slowly, very slowly reached for the dagger at her side. Her left eye slowly opened and looked up at the tiger. "Big kitty." she muttered as she tightened her grip on the dagger. "Big kitty nice? Hungry? Or big kitty hurt me?"

[Splitchris 11]

The "big kitty" suddenly got up and started walking in circles silently around Z'ress, pale eyes stuck on her, staring like teacher when he's asked a pupil a question. He was awaiting what the next move may be, to see what sort of being this were. Despite the tense atmosphere, the tiger looked calm, he didn't consider something of that small size a threat.

[Tayelikel 193]

Rathina wanders the woods alone after returning from the monks. she comes accross the scene. eyes widened . she puts herself in a readied position. watching out for zress. while makeing sure to give enough distance that zress could act on her own. if zress attacked the cat it would be her fight. and rathina would let her fight unless she needed to step in

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Z'ress tilted her head. Her dual colored eyes flashing in the night as she blinked. She slowly smiled and let out a playful growl as she moved closer to the dead fired. As the tiger began to circle, she began to dig. Within moments she had a large piece of freshly cooked meat. Throwing it out for the tiger, she kept her eyes on it. "Big kitty." she whispered as she sat next to the meat. "You are friend?" She put her hand on the meat and slowly she pushed it towards it, watching the tiger carefully.

[Tayelikel 193]

smiles at her sister. stepping into view. she looks at zress curiously. As if trying to place the memories to the face. all to soon. memories of zress flood to her. she makes a small whisper " sister"