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The bolt that Renan had fired sunk into the lioness with a satisfying sound, followed by a burst of blood which formed an interesting pattern on the fur. However, the artistic value of what otherwise could have been an intriguing scene was ruined by the arrow pointed once again at Renan's chest. He checked back behind himself at the bandaged girl, and upon turning back around lunged forward. In an attempt to knock the arrow out of the bow's notch, Renan also managed to drop his blade. However, he immediately followed with a roundhouse kick to the hand that was holding the bow. He may have been unarmed, though Renan was no stranger to hand-to-hand combat. However he was tired, and likely wouldn't perform as well as he could have. In any event, he drew his fists and launched himself at the soldier, aiming for her diaphragm.

Against the darkening sky the faint form of several birds, about fifteen or sixteen, could be seen approaching, with more starting to join the group. The ominous cawing slowly began to become louder.
Guy who doesn't speak the common language well and a mute... This ought to be interesting.
Looks like Kenan and Corrine (Coran? Kenine) won't be happening any time soon.
Between the non-stop barking of the dog and the emotional weakness of the girl before him, Renan had had enough.

Oh my god... Why can't people just listen?! Now I have to go out of my way yet again to get someone to listen to me! AND I have to invalidate me excuse for working with the kings men to an entire squad! Fantastic. Oh well, it's my job to keep this girl safe. She'd never make it in the military.

Renan drew his palm to his face and sighed disappointedly. He turned around and casually drew his crossbow, locking in a bolt. Fortunately because it was smaller than the average crossbow it didn't take as long to load. He would ignore any questions asked by the soldier during this time. He then, still with casual movements, aimed the weapon and fired directly into the back of the lioness before drawing his rapier and taking up a stance for a duel. During this time the crow had flown away, accustomed to the type of situation and knowing its duties. It flew off into the distance cawing, until it could no longer be seen or heard. The words "En Garde" flashed along the silver blade of the rapier as Renan elegantly flourished it in the air, awaiting a response to his challenge. After all, he was a gentleman.
Why do I feel like Renan's going to try and hit on Corrine? And I feel like Seraphina would be (and I really hate this term) the ultimate cockblocker.
Kidd said "Who are you? What do you want?" she demanded. Then, quickly followed up by looking to the girl and her guardian. "And don't you two move," she added, keeping her arrow pointed at the intruder.


Why does everyone want to shoot me today? This is ridiculous.

With an exhausted look, Renan pointed at the crest on his shirt as if to say, "Are you happy now?" He then stood up and took out a piece of rolled prepared parchment that he carried just for unfortunate encounters such as this. He walked over to the girl with the dog and held it up, letting the girl read it while he did his most mocking, obnoxious imitation of a royal guard, holding the paper as if it were a royal decree. The letter read,

Dear Whoever-you-are,
My name is Renan. The bird is Steve. We don't like Steve. Anyway, ignoring the black, branded jerkin, military grade crossbow and rapier, I'm with you. If you don't believe me then fine, but other people dressed like me are significantly less likely to be friendly. Let's go.

P.S.

If there is an actual soldier(s) nearby, then we can try to take them, run, or do something tricky, like act like you're prisoner or something. If you want to do the first option, say potato. Second option is rice pudding. Third option is chopped Steve. We really don't like Steve.
Is fine. I should probably tag most of my stuff with tl;dr's anyway.
As Renan stared up at the lioness it just seemed to pass over him apathetically, continuing the hunt for whatever it's prey was. However, this didn't stop Steve from trying to make his life just a little bit harder.

"In case that beast comes back we need to get you down from here. This is for your own good," the crow said, and as soon as he understood where this was going Renan began to make strong yet desperate "no" signals with his hand until he was rolled off of the branch and onto the ground. Fortunately, he had landed on a pile of twigs which promptly snapped below him, breaking his fall. However that is not to say that Renan wasn't sore. Standing up awkwardly, Renan stared menacingly at the bird that drifted down to him after dropping him yet again.

"You do know that you are the worst guardian ever, right. And that if I die you die, right. Because some times I wonder if you flew into a wall when you were a hatchling or something" Renan thought to the bird as it flew in low, shallow circles around him. Refocusing on his surroundings, Renan looked up to see two young women with guardians - that is assuming that the lioness had been one of them - conversing. Renan quickly shooed the crow off and away from him in the way that a high schooler would shoo off a friend that they were ashamed of as he sat down, put on his most smug face and spread his arms, as if to say, "Hey ladies."
As Renan was thinking of a way to explain his story, the crow on his shoulder cawed quietly into his ear. With this, Renan's eyes widened as he signed, "I need you to cover me while I'm taking off. Afterwards I need you to head north as fast as you can, and try not to get caught. I still have questions. You'll get it." Soon after Renan turned around as the crow flared up into a mass of writhing feathers, crying out madly. The ex-soldier picked up his foil and crossbow, and loosed a bolt - but in his haste just barely clipped the hind leg of a wolf that had been a few meters off. Beginning a run towards the north, Renan sprinted until the bird was gliding directly over him.

"A little lower please? Come on, both of our lives are at stake!" Renan communicated to the bird. A few seconds later, Renan leaped into the grasp of the bird and slowly lifted off of the ground, gaining speed. After reaching a safe height and beginning to disappear into the canopy, Renan began to make obscene gestures towards the boy and his wolf, fading into the leaves.

Several minutes later, the crow claimed that it was safe. Maybe it was just tired of flying with extra weight. In any case, Renan was dropped off into a tree, "so that you can scout from above," as the bird said whilst it flew off cackling. However, the bird may have merely put the young soldier in an even worse situation as with the crashing of several branches, he merely managed to fall onto a branch where upon opening his eyes he was greeted by the wonderful, welcoming visage of a pale lioness who looked about ready to eat his face.

Fantastic. This has easily been the best day of my life.

Not able to think of anything else to do, Renan pointed at his chest and smiled awkwardly, hoping that this beast was one of the government.
I'd say Tolleon.

Also fun fact: Amontillado has a large alchohol percentage. Like, 17.5%. I hope everyone's ready for an angry, Spanish, drunken rampage.
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