A Heretic in the Forest [Open]

[Myrder]

Myrder decided to let her now feminine side get the better of her, as she strolled along the rows of flower, gaping in awe at each and every patch. She took deep breaths of the sweet aroma emitted from these beautiful plants. Back in the real world, when she was a guy, she would have never found herself doing this, but being a girl now, she couldn't help herself. Sometimes she actually forgot she wasn't really a girl. She skipped along the path, her pink skirt flapping lightly and her Kamas bouncing against her rear. Her white twin tails swayed in time with her red and white striped Fox tail. She couldn't help but feel happy and bouncy. Well, as long as one particular person didn't happen to bump into her. Xylef was a 'fellow' Heretic she bumped into withing the first few minutes of her entrance. He had a dark and horrible sense of humor and sarcasm, and sure knew how to make a girl cry. He plucked one string in Myrder that he hadn't realised was there, mentioning schooling. As Myrder thought this, she stopped skipping and instead slowed to a walk, her Fox ears pricked up. Xylef had mentioned schooling, something that Myrder never received. In the old world, she was in a dank little orphanage that seemed more like an insane asylum. This was one of her worst fears, being around others she didn't know and people who teased her. She couldn't stand them after the shit she went through at the orphanage. Spotting a stray Boar, she decided to take her fury out on the poor beast. The damn thing will die in no time, but who cares? I just need to kill... Recently, Myrder had received a new skill, Miasma Curtain, and had yet to test it. It was suppose to disperse Miasma around the user, and lash it out at enemies like a whip or tentacle. The last connotation sent a shiver down Myrder's spine. As she approached the bluish-brownish beast, she drew one Kama from the back of her skirt, having no need to draw her second. She took a spread-kneed position around three meters away from the Boar, and prepared to strike. She raised her mini-scythe, the sun glancing off of it for a split second. She swung downwards, calling the name of her skill, "Miasma Curtain!" a deep purple mist surrounded Myrder for a second, before it lashed out like a whip and struck the Board across its flank, slicing a deep gash into it. The mist lashed out again, finishing the job by slashing the Walking Pork in half. Blood pooled on the grass, before the Half-Boar shattered into Anima, taking the thick, red substance with it. Now, the grass was as green as ever, as if no killing had just occurred.

She slotted her Kama back in, the now familiar weight upon her rump once again. Her tail flicked playfully, as the adrenaline from killing finished coursing through her veins. Wait, adrenaline from killing? I haven't thought about death for a while... What happens to us, I wonder? She shook her head to clear her mind of the unpleasant thoughts, and twitched her ears lightly. Nah, let's not worry. There's gotta be someone who'll want to protect a pretty Fox Tail girl... I mean, if I were still a guy, I would, buuuuut shit happens, she told herself, giggling out loud at her mental comment. She spun around daintily and skipped off, brushing past the flowers as she went. She suddenly lost all balance, as her small shoe slipped on something thick and slippery. She went ass over heels onto the dirt as a Garden Snake snapped out at her. She clawed at the ground frantically to crawl away, trying to avoid the serpent's strikes. However, these movements were in vain as the Snake bit her in the calf, paralyzing her right leg and poisoning her. She stared in horror at her now deep green health bar, slowly descending. Not much, but definitely a deadly amount. She couldn't get her mind straight to grab her Kamas or cast and Ability, so all she could do was call for help... "A little help please! I'm poisoned! Anyone?!"

Word Count: 708
Stats: HP: <95% (Poisoned) MP: 93%
Post Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPSKG6E0v7g 

[solitude]

"You damn fool, you treat the horse as an awkward pair of legs!" The man slapped at Locke-shaw's legs, "These are no longer yours, your horse is you, and you him. You must learn each other as one to perfectly work together. If your going to ask for my help, at least make good of it!" Locke bowed his head to the lander, "I am sorry milord, I have disappointed you." Locke's eyes fell down in shame, but the lander simply lifted Locke's head up with a palm. "Hey, don't be hard on yourself, thats my job. you are actually faster than the rest i have taught, but your beating on this shire as if it is a tool?! Shameful this is, and you regard him as a friend! Do friends beat on each other's sides until bruised, I should think not!" Locke took a quick bow, sweat dripping off his brow "I am sorry, milord. should we try again?" The lander held his gaze for a moment, "Once more, run through that thicket, swerve through the trees, jump the broken log, hit the targets, dodge the bags. the clearing is the end." Locke hid a smile of relief, comforting the horse for a minute by stroking the side of his neck, before saddling up and preparing to go out again...

Locke-Shaw's eyes open to the sight of a bleary light cascading over his beautiful brown shire. It seemed they both fell asleep, Locke first, apparent to all the apples missing from the sack. He slowly pet the horse's belly, until she eventually awoke. Locke-Shaw gave a smile, "Morning, Kahlan." the horse responded by giving a short bow of head followed by a grunt. Locke pressed his forehead lightly against the horse, the leaves ceasing to sway on the lone tree in the clearing. Locke whispered, "Are we ready to go home, my friend?" Locke-Shaw gazed into Kahlans orb-like brown eyes, as they slowly blinked in agreement. They sat there like that for a minute or two, before eventually saddling up and taking a detour of the forest. The sun's light gave away small rays that poked through the thick layers of branches and leaves, a leaf fluttering in front of Kahlan's face.
We are one. Thought Locke-Shaw.

"You wont survive a forsaken moment holding a halberd like THAT on horseback!" yelled the lander as he deftly twisted the guard of his blade against Locke's halberd shaft, making it flip out of his hand and clattering on the grass. The lander shook his head "your grip is too shaky on the horse, you wield it with two hands, making you a shame to the ranks of cavalier! your swings are uneven and slow, and every time i fear your gonna lodge it in your horses rump or face!" Locke-Shaw and Kahlan breathed out their mouths heavily, as if deprived of oxygen for three minutes. Locke finally managed to gasp "What... Am i... messing up...?" The Lander moved his horse, Iron-Hoof, beside Kahlan. Iron-Hoof bended, picking up the halberd by teeth, handing it to the lander. He began to trot around, swinging and instructing him about grips. "This is going to be a long practice session."

It had been a while since those lectures, Locke regretted never speaking to him for so long, and then he had to go help a village against a wave of creatures over taking it. Unfortunately, he never made it. When the game first trapped him, he looked for a cavalier mentor, eventually finding a person of the land named Icarum Iron-Foot, and his armor clad horse, Iron-Hoof. Icarum was a high leveled cavalier, especially for a lander, his horse capable of a many feats even when burdened with the weight of armor. Locke had always thought they were impenetrable in their matching armor, and now Icarum is dead, but no reports of the horse...

Kahlan suddenly stopped, rearing on hind legs and whinnied. Suddenly, a sound bounced along the tree-line, "A little help please! I am poisoned! Anyone?" Locke's eyes widened, he was no medic. Quickly, he stamped on his horse's sides, leading her towards the noise. After a few moments and crossing a thicket, there laid a beautiful little Fox-tailed lady. "M'lady hold on!" Locke jumped off the horse and ran to her side, offering a hand up. "Can you still get up? My horse and I can carry you to a medic. I believe there is one in these woods, or we can make it for the city." His brow furrowed, "I may also attempt to squeeze out some of the venom, slowing the process, but it will most likely be very painful."

Word Count: 780

[Myrder]

Myrder glanced up at the Dwarf savior before her. His blonde hair framed his jaw, and connected up with his bushy beard. His green eyes seemed calm and kind, ones you would want to trust. His short stature did nothing but make him seem tougher and more hardy. Gladly, Myrder took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her up. He inquired on what plan of action she wanted to take, and she simply responded with, "Thankyou, just take me to the medic or doc or whatever they are. I just need to get out of here, like, ASAP," she commanded, forgetting that she could have just easily killed the Snake, had she not panicked. The Dwarf helped her to saddle up on his horse, and she took note of how strong the young shire's back was. This is... new... I've never ridden a horse before... She then realised that from the Dwarf's position, he must have been able to see up her skirt. She warned him, "If you take a peek-" she stopped, then looked back into his emerald eyes, realising who she was talking to. Right, it's a kind Dwarf man, not a perv like Xylef and Mellow, she thought to herself, referencing the two rather strange men she stumbled across when she first arrived. As the Dwarf saddled up, she wrapped her arms around his heavily armoured waist, resting against him like she had seen in the movies. She began to close her eyes, until she suddenly remembered with a shock that she was actually a guy. She jolted for a second, surely sending a shock through to the Dwarf. Jeez, I need to decide, am I a guy or a chick? It's difficult, being in this new body...

"Hey! Shut your whining!" the deep, booming voice of the Orphanage Mother erupted through the corridors as all the grandfather clocks struck 1:00 in the morning. She was yelling at one of the orphans, a young boy by the name of Chisei. He woke up from a nightmare, sweat plastering his body, and then he was bawling, made worse by the Mother yelling at him. There wasn't just one Mother, though, and not just one crying child either. The orphanage was the definition of going through Hell and back in a day. No wonder the children were crying. Atoki, Jin and Ilya were all crying their eyes out, each for a different reason. One fell out of bed, another sleep-walked into their closet and the other just wanted to go home. Then again, so did all the other orphans. All but Chimei. No, he didn't want to go to those rich bastards. In return for the poor care he received at the orphanage, he would give the Mothers his own dose of Hell. The orphanage changed him. Once he was kind and caring, then he just wanted to hurt people. He continued to ball, this time putting on a show rather than crying because of a nightmare. He wanted to be put inside the Sister. He wanted to have an excuse to let all hell break loose. And boy did he get that excuse as the burning steel of the Sister slammed in front of his face. His mouth curled into a snarl as he plotted his next move...

Myrder's eyes fluttered open to the bright daylight around her, filtered by the overhead leaves and branches. Light streamed down, rays of warmth on her arms and legs. Her sleek white hair seemed to glow each time they passed under a beam of the wondrous element. She pulled herself off of the Dwarf's back and was suddenly aware of the rocking motion of the horse as it trotted along. She took a glance at the Dwarf's hair, and noticed it glowed too, almost matching the glow of the sunlight. She took a look at her health bar at the top of her vision, and not much had decreased. Although, the coloring was still a deep green, signaling that the poison hadn't worn off. I guess I wasn't out for that long, she told herself. She noticed a little carriage in the middle of a clearing, a red cross messily painted on it. A man in a matching red robe was leaning his back against the carriage, his messy gold hair exposed to the sunlight. He turned to face the savior and the victim, and noticed the bite wound on the victim's leg. Smiling, he spoke, "I think we should get that Garden Snake bite fixed up, don't you?"

Word Count: 758
Stats: HP: <89% (Poisoned) MP: 97%
Skills Used: None
Post Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP6wQYhBan0&index=13&list=PLXFGOyb4TlA7LJRmbLuQh_OuZxej2eOQM
Notes: I hope I'm not Godmodding by getting the show on the road by getting you to ride the horse with me. I couldn't think of anything other to do.
Tags: solitude 

[solitude]

Locke-Shaw pulled up Myrder, nodding to her decision.
"Kahlan!" The shire walked up, Locke carefully and tenderly helping her up, making sure not to look at anything he wasn't supposed to. "I am no scoundrel, mistress." Locke pushed up himself, adjusting the reins after informing her, rather offended.

Lock felt her arms wrap around his waist as she rested against him. Suddenly, she jolted, startling him. He chuckled, and said rather sheepishly, "You... You don't really have to hug on me, just hold on tight to my sides." After a moment, he checked her hands, making sure she wouldn't just flail off like a sack of potatoes. When assured, he kicked against Kahlan's sides, commanding speed. He felt Myrder go unconscious. Damn it! He took one hand off the reins and held her hand. If you fall off, no amount of future experience will abolish this shame! He let one foot out of the stirrup, kicking the saddle backwards a little to let one of her feet slide into the vacant stirrup. Unfortunately, her body pressed against his, Shameful this is, jeez. At least i can be slightly assured of her safety in her untimely slumber. Locke patted the side of Kahlan's neck, "Ride hard, Kahlan! But behold your grace unto the wake of these tracks, for you carry precious cargo."
He raced towards the location of the medic in the windsor greatwoods. If she went unconscious under the effects of the venom, this is bad! Maybe she is just mostly tired, and its mixing with the venom. Damn this encounter! Curse these venomous snakes!

 Kahlan's hooves planted into the ground with each rushed step, with every contraction of her muscles, and every push. She ducked her head at the sight of low branches, jumping at tree roots, and veering left and right at the command of the master's reins. I trust you, Locke. The clearing came to her vision, and instinctively took a sharp left towards the medic, whom was a few miles still. She climbed a hill, where a rocky ledge awaited. nearing the ledge, she planted her front hooves forward after slowing pace, kicking sideways with her left hind leg, twisting her body right allowing a successful propulsion. She grew more speed descending the hill, threatening to make her tumble and crush her master and the strange fox-girl. She noticed another hill ahead, and so did master according to the reins. when she reached the bottom of the hill, she went continued to run a short amount up the other hill, slowing her down and allowing her to regain footing. she turned back to the direction she must go, taking a slower pace feeling instinctively how close they were reaching destination.

Locke-shaw sighed with relief when he felt Myrder stir awake. "Had a nice nap? Surprising, twas' a rather bumpy ride. We will be there shortly, Milady." He remembered the awkward position they were in, and attempted to re-adjust everything, helping her take her foot out of the stirrup. He quickly explained why he had done such an action, "you fell asleep, a-and it t-twas a rather dangerous ride from this location so..." He bowed his head, "so i had to make sure of your safety, forgive me!" Kahlan slowed to a walk at the sight of the medic. Locke-Shaw enjoyed the view, how the light beamed down at them like a hundred spotlights, signalling their arrival at the medic's camp.

Kahlan stopped at Locke's command, as he hopped off. He took a bow to the medic, his right hand to his heart, and his left hand sticking straight out to the side, palm open. "I am sorry to bother you, Marius, but i request your aid. She has been bitten by a snake of a certain variety. But whatever it was, it had plenty of venom."

Marius Taelnol Smiled, "I think we should get that Garden Snake bite fixed up, don't you?" Locke nodded, "Aye, that i do." Marius nodded to a tent off to the side, "I recommend you lead your horse to the tent, i don't believe she should be walking on that leg. You may wait outside, a lake should be nearby if i am not mistaken. Just continue on the path behind the tent, and you will find it."

Locke nodded, leading the horse near the tent's entrance before helping her off, allowing her to use him as support if need be to get inside. After she was lying down on a bed roll, he took two ceramic jars, about 22 fluid ounces in space, and made his way for the lake. Before he left the tent, however, he turned to them and said, "i shall take my leave, take care of her. I shall return with some water for you both."
Marius just smiled, "my thanks."

Word count: 805

NOTE: No problem, it is what i would have wanted to do anyway. I will leave what the medic does to you, up to you.

[Myrder]

Myrder winced as the dwarf helped her down off of the gracious steed, apparently going by the name Kahlan. She hobbled along, her arm wrapped around the sturdy man's neck, trying her hardest not to send them both ass-over-heels. The looming shape of the Medic tent embraced them as they stepped through the door. The two males helped her onto the bed roll, and she attempted to lie down the rest of the way by herself. The Medic turned to the Dwarf and informed him of a lake nearby. Myrder kept her eye trained on him as he grabbed two 22 ounce jugs, and made his way to the exit. He turned back and notified them of his leave, but before he could take another step, Myrder piped up, "H-hey, before you go... thanks for getting me back there. I panicked, and you really didn't have to help me, but you did anyway, and that was nice of you. Thank you. My name's Myrder, with a Y, not a U," she gave him a bright smile. The Medic turned to her as the Dwarf turned from the tent. He got down low and inspected the wound on her leg. "Ouch, that's a nasty bite. Poison hasn't been on for very long I see, but we should not let it damage you any further," he used a hand to lever himself off of the bed and used the momentum to spin around towards his medicinal cabinet. Jeez, moves like that would be better suited to combat, but I guess a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, she thought, analyzing the momentum usage. The Medic swung the doors out wide and worked his hands quickly, moving jars and pots and bottles across and through the cabinet, grabbing the odd one or two that would appear in the depths of the large container. With about five bottles of assorted colors now in hand, he spun back around and strode over to Myrder's side. "My name's Marius Taelnol. Just call me Marius if you prefer. Now, Myrder with a Y, was it? Howlong have you been in the Savill Flower Groves?" he tried to make some casual conversation as he got to work on Myrder's wound. Accepting the offer of conversation, she replied, "I-I only just got out here today. I've been hanging with "my type", you know the insane and nasty people," she gave him a sly smirk, then winced in pain as Marius dripped an unknown liquid into the poisoned flesh. He continued on, "Your type, huh? You don't seem insane or nasty at all. You seem like a nice girl," he complimented her, dabbing the wound with a cloth. Myrder blushed, not only at the compliment, but more so at the mention of 'girl'. Oh, for crying out loud, I need to get used to that. I'm gonna be stuck in here for a lot longer than a couple of months, so I just have to be a girl for now. She felt a warm, soothing liquid enter the bite this time, and she felt her muscles loosen up in her leg. "Y-you really think so? I've hurt a lot of people in the past," her mind trailed back to when she was in the training camp back on the island off of Japan. Marius smiled at her as he picked up another bottle, with a yellow glow inside. Myrder looked up at her health bar and noticed the poison was gone, "U-Um, Marius, what are you doing? I'm not poisoned any more, so what's that for?"


The red-robed Medic unscrewed the bottle lid and poured all of the contents out onto her legs and arms. She suddenly felt all her muscles go stiff, but felt a soothing sensation flowing through her veins. Marius's smile contorted, resembling some kind of beast. "I can't believe that fool thought I was Marius! How stupid is he? The REAL Marius is sleeping in a sack in my carriage! Oh, and this?" he held up the bottle that he just emptied the contents of, "It's a little concoction I made. Highly potent paralysis, as well as highly potent healing! I'm a GENIUS!" he reared his head to the ceiling and cackled out loud like some kind of mutant raven, no doubt alerting the Dwarf. He proceeded to grab out a hooked dagger, and pushed it down into Myrder's stomach. She cried out in pain, screaming out into the open. Again and again the imposter impaled her, in her arms, her legs, her torso, her health rising back up each time, and again and again she screamed. When she managed to catch her breath, she called out, "HELP ME! IT ISN'T MARIUS!". She just hoped to dear God that her call was heard.

Word Count: 799
Stats: HP: 100%> (Rapid healing) MP: 100%
Notes: Sooooooo bloody sorry I took so long to post. I always procrastinate when posting, and I need to stop. I hope this makes up for it :) (Also if any Mods read this, I won't use the Rapid Healing to my advantage. It's only for Marius's purposes :D)
Tags: solitude
Post Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXnyjaGn24I