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@felothcloudstrider-rp
Stories only heard in whispers had he heard of such a figure. Even in his mind, he spat, The Rat King. His nose detected a trail of carnage and his intuition told him it was the man, himself. Fel if he even has emotions, Feloth thought, keeping his eyes to the ground. His large, black-pelted fox stayed at his side, and he ran a hand along his fur.
It wasn't long before the too-often paranoid elf strayed into the King's lair, himself.
| hmratking |
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The man walked through the forest, making his daily route to check for intruders in the area. Feloth eyed a younger girl from a distance, but soon came closer, curious but wary.
“Who are you, lass, and why are you here?”
| winter-summer-and-inbetween |
Whitara turned and looked at the other. “I’m Whitara, and I was meeting a friend here.” As she said this, a wolf walked up from behind her and stood by her side. The girl looked down at the wolf. “There ya are, thought ya forgot.” The wolf shook their head and then looked at the man. Whitara looked back at the man. “What about you? Who are you?”
He blinked, cocking his head a bit. It was strange for such a young thing to be wandering the woods alone, but to meet with a wolf? Feloth almost just walked away right there, but something nagged him on.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Whitara,” he said with a nervous smile. Niceties weren’t really his thing. “I’m Feloth, and I’m a Ranger. I take care of these woods.” He looked down at himself, noting he forgot his gear. “Eh, I come here a lot off-duty, too.”
“Who’s your friend?”
The man walked through the forest, making his daily route to check for intruders in the area. Feloth eyed a younger girl from a distance, but soon came closer, curious but wary.
“Who are you, lass, and why are you here?”
| winter-summer-and-inbetween |
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(( Shan can shapeshift y/n ))
((As of right now, no she cannot. =3 ))
(( Just wanted to check! For plotting purposes. Huehuehuehuehue... ))
Rough Touch.
15. Your muse bites mine.Feloth felt teeth on his hand, and he came around and punched the man in the face with his other hand out of anger. He ripped his hand out of the man’s mouth with a quick jerk, tearing a bit of the skin as he did so. Feloth quietly cursed to himself, glaring at the other elf with eyes that could kill.
“The fel’s your problem?!”| jaidyn-summerstar |
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| bennich-darkfall |
Feloth read the name on the package over and over again. He was sure he’d heard the name from somewhere, but he wasn’t exactly sure. Feloth looked it up in the Courier’s pages, still not used to all the deliveries yet, finding the man with some ease. “Bennich… yeah,” he muttered to himself, memorising the likely out-of-date photo before heading out.
It wasn’t long at all before the tall, lanky elf found the man. “You’re Bennich Darkfall, yes? I’ve something for you,” he said with a flat expression, not giving the man time to respond. He reached into his mailbag and pulled out a package in the shape of a penis. Feloth handed it to him along with a couple letters. “The mail’s been backed up for a week, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. These letters should have arrived to you Monday. Sorry for the inconvenience.” The elf didn’t look very sorry, but his tone seemed genuine.
Bennich raised a simple brow at the tall lanky elf, “Why yes, yes I am Bennich Darkfall.” He was rather tall standing 6′6″ and rather lean. He furrowed his brow at the penis shaped object. “I’m afraid I did not… Order this, or received any specifics on such a gift.” He’d take the letters looking through them. “I didn’t realize my letters got backed up, I’m used to not getting many things at all.”
He flipped through the letters again just a few love letters, advertisements. “I believe I never met you before, I really only know one courier. Will you be delivering my mail more often? Or was this a fluke?”
felothcloudstrider-rp
Feloth felt a bit awkward there, just holding a cardboard penis-shaped box, so he simply put it back into his satchel. “I’ll see if there was a mix-up, but don’t be surprised if it’s back in your postbox.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know introductions were in order,” he said. “Feloth Cloudstrider. And I might, actually. I just finished my training, so I’ll actually be holding real people’s mail, now.” He chuckled, a small smirk appearing on his face. “Unless you’d rather your other courier, in which I can notify the post.”
| isabella-devereaux |
"Miss, miss? Excuse me, I think I have something for you."
Feloth flagged the woman down as best he could, finally reaching her. "You're Isabella, right?" It was strange, talking to another Bella, a completely different Bella than he was accustomed to. He half expected her to be cute and bubbly, but it didn't seem very much the case with this one. He exhaled a sigh before continuing.
"I've a small package for you, from an anonymous sender." He handed her a thin package half the size of her torso. It was light and felt like there was little inside at all. "It should have arrived Monday, but the mail's been a bit backed up, lately. Someone decided to send three-hundred colourful rocks all in separate packaging, to different people."
| bennich-darkfall |
Feloth read the name on the package over and over again. He was sure he'd heard the name from somewhere, but he wasn't exactly sure. Feloth looked it up in the Courier's pages, still not used to all the deliveries yet, finding the man with some ease. "Bennich... yeah," he muttered to himself, memorising the likely out-of-date photo before heading out.
It wasn't long at all before the tall, lanky elf found the man. "You're Bennich Darkfall, yes? I've something for you," he said with a flat expression, not giving the man time to respond. He reached into his mailbag and pulled out a package in the shape of a penis. Feloth handed it to him along with a couple letters. "The mail's been backed up for a week, as I'm sure you've noticed. These letters should have arrived to you Monday. Sorry for the inconvenience." The elf didn't look very sorry, but his tone seemed genuine.
(( Like this post for a starter. Don’t know him yet? Good. I’ll take care of the starter, so no worries on your part. Don’t know me yet? Good! I’ll look through your blog and whatnot. ))
String making and testing
I’ve not long got home from the Black Forest in Germany where I attended the annual “TST Gathering” this year the Gathering had more than doubled in size from the original 16 to 36…
Hands down one of the best weekends of my life! Ended up with first place in the recurve class along with Henry Bodnik taking first in the longbow class.
I’ve got a video and an article about it coming soon…
Japanese archers, circa 1870′s
