Post by flinny on Jul 7, 2006 16:45:18 GMT -5
and GET OUT!" The large male tauren yelled, pointing angrily at the door. His daughter, called by the name of Flin, stared at him, her eyes wide, and tears streaming down her cheeks. Her brand new staff that she had been saving up for the last few months lay shattered on the floor. She drew a weak, rattling breath, standing still. In the corner there sat another young tauren. Much younger than Flin, but already much more muscular. He was staring at her, that same cold, expressionless gleam in his gray eyes. "I said OUT!" Flin's father boomed, stomping the floor angrily, and sending the rug into disarray. Flin dashed to the door, or, not exactly dashed, more quickly limped, compensating for her gimpy right leg. Without a look back, she hopped through the skin flap and disappeared. She ran until her muscles burned and felt as though they would burst, and she collapsed behind a rock. She hadn't been able to go far, she had always been a bit sickly and weak. Flin looked up at the sky, too tired to care that is was almost midday, and fell asleep, sobbing. When Flin's eyes fluttered open the sun had just set, and strider herd was being led inside their shelter for the night. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes, then lay her hand on something unexpected. She jumped slightly, but when she turned to see it, a small smile spread across her face. Her staff, bound and tied with kodo leather, and with her brother's personal symbol burned into the top. A small note was attached to it that read 'Go west sister.'. Flin, in the eight years her brother had been alive, had quickly learned to listen to anything he recommended, so she absentmindedly glanced around for the west road, then realized that she had fallen asleep next to it. She stood shakily, dusting off her pants and shirt hastily. She was wary to lean her weight on the fixed staff at first, but testing it proved it to be stronger then it had been when she had bought it. with a sigh, she glanced back at her home, then took the first few steps on the road to her destiny.
She wasn't sure how long she walked down that road, living on plants she found on the side of the road. At least a week passed with few happenings, other then the odd passerby staring at her right eye or leg. Needless to say, things didn't stay uninteresting for long. One day, she found herself in a bit of a predicament. The road she had been following west for so long veered south, leading to a town far in the distance. On the other hand, continuing west would lead her straight into an ominous looking oasis. She stared around for a while, until something peculiar happened. A tauren, around her age, appeared at the edge of the oasis, pouring water out onto the sands. He raised his head, and when he noticed her, dashed back into the oasis, leaving the bucket behind. Flin hopped forward, but when she came to the discarded bucket, the other was nowhere to be seen. She picked up the bucket warily. It looked as though it was simply a stump that had been carved out in the middle, with shoots sticking up out of the top. She weighed it warily, and, finding it to be rather light, walked into the thicket. She realized that they would be wanting their bucket back, and besides, she was curious as to why anyone would ever live in there. She slowly picked her way through the thick plant life. It was so thick, in fact, it almost seemed to be growing up as she walked past. Suddenly, her hooves collided with sand and she stopped. She had walked straight through without seeing any houses. She walked back in, an eyebrow raised, when she simply walked out onto the sand of the other side. She scratched her head confusedly. She could have sworn that there was more forest than that. She warily stuck a hand into the jungle, where it promptly disappeared. She then followed it with her head, turning around oddly to look at her back half. "It's a spell...." She said quietly to herself, unable to find her legs. Then, suddenly, she hit the floor with a thud. She raised her head to find herself in a strange looking place. A clearing, with a pool of water, and a large house. It almost looked of elven architecture, but with a tauren flair, and made of materials found in the barrens. She got to her feet, still clutching the bucket in one three-fingered hand. She took one wary step, and then another, until she was at the large wooden steps to the house, where she paused. "He....Hello?" She called out in a weak and cracking voice. The large door opened to reveal the face of the male tauren that had dropped the bucket. His eyes grew wide as he looked at her, as though he had not seen another person for a long time. "Err, I brought your bucket! You dropped it." She said, attempting to be friendly and taking a step up the stairs. His head shot back inside the house and he slammed the door shut. Flin snorted, putting her hand on her hip. She continued up the steps until she was at the door. She knocked on it a few times, looking around. "Hel-lOOO! I still have your bucket!" She yelled, already disliking him. She wasn't fond of overly shy people. The door slowly creaked open a little bit, and the boy once again looked out at her. He was and albino, and his large pink eyes scanned her, coming to rest on the bucket. "Hey." She said, moving the bucket forward a little. "Here, this is yours, right?" He looked at her, then snatched the bucket away from her and dashed inside. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're welcome..." She said to herself, limping slowly down the steps. "Child....did you know, you have a magnificent aura! Face me, for a moment...." Came a withered voice from behind her. Flin turned to see a very old tauren, wrinkled and gray, his eyes misted over with age. "Ah....that's more like it....yes, you are just right...." He said oddly, shuffling forward and taking her arm, feeling the muscles and stretching it.
"Hey!" She said, pulling her arm away from him. He nodded his head and bent over, doing the same to her hooves and calves. "What are you doing?" She said, almost falling down the stairs. "Your right leg....you were born like this, yes?" He asked, turning her around and feeling her shoulders and back. "Er, yeah..." She said, a bit unnerved by the odd old man. He turned her back around again and looked deep into her eyes. "So young to see past the material...." He said, pulling down the lid on her right eye, which was as misted and grey as his. He then shuffled back toward the house and disappeared inside. Flin was now very confused, and simply stood, an eyebrow raised. "Well, now, don't lollygag outside all day, come in, come in!" He called from inside. There was then an angry stomp, and a short pause. "No, she will not ruin your training, Orol. Get over yourself, you are still a novice." The old man said. Soon, the albino appeared again, looking very sullen. He stuck out a hand, looking away. Flin warily took it and shook. "Er, I'm Flin..." She said, but was cut off as he dragged her away into the house. "Hey!" She said, his much stronger hand gripped tightly on hers. Inside, the house was like one that had not been lived in for a very long time. Vines trailed up the walls, and plants grew unchecked in the corners. The old man had taken a place in a large chair, where the vines were slowly growing up his arms. "Yes, yes, that's more like it... Now kindly sit down on that mat in front of me, if you would?" He said to her as Orol let go of Flin's hand. She stood still for a moment, but then walked slowly over and sat. "My name is Derchas, what is yours?" Orol stomped on the floor quietly, and Orol turned to face him. Then, the young albino made a few strange gestures. "Ah, so it is Flinny!" Derchas said, chuckling." Orol shook his head and signed again. "Oh, just Flin? Well, I like Flinny better." He said, looking at Flin with a wrinkled smile. "Er, sir? What exactly do you want with me?" She asked warily, hoping she wouldn't offend him. The old man let out a hearty chuckle. "My dear, I'm going to train you as a druid!"
((Long? Yes, I know. And it's not over either! I'll type up the other half when my creative juices replenish themselves.))
She wasn't sure how long she walked down that road, living on plants she found on the side of the road. At least a week passed with few happenings, other then the odd passerby staring at her right eye or leg. Needless to say, things didn't stay uninteresting for long. One day, she found herself in a bit of a predicament. The road she had been following west for so long veered south, leading to a town far in the distance. On the other hand, continuing west would lead her straight into an ominous looking oasis. She stared around for a while, until something peculiar happened. A tauren, around her age, appeared at the edge of the oasis, pouring water out onto the sands. He raised his head, and when he noticed her, dashed back into the oasis, leaving the bucket behind. Flin hopped forward, but when she came to the discarded bucket, the other was nowhere to be seen. She picked up the bucket warily. It looked as though it was simply a stump that had been carved out in the middle, with shoots sticking up out of the top. She weighed it warily, and, finding it to be rather light, walked into the thicket. She realized that they would be wanting their bucket back, and besides, she was curious as to why anyone would ever live in there. She slowly picked her way through the thick plant life. It was so thick, in fact, it almost seemed to be growing up as she walked past. Suddenly, her hooves collided with sand and she stopped. She had walked straight through without seeing any houses. She walked back in, an eyebrow raised, when she simply walked out onto the sand of the other side. She scratched her head confusedly. She could have sworn that there was more forest than that. She warily stuck a hand into the jungle, where it promptly disappeared. She then followed it with her head, turning around oddly to look at her back half. "It's a spell...." She said quietly to herself, unable to find her legs. Then, suddenly, she hit the floor with a thud. She raised her head to find herself in a strange looking place. A clearing, with a pool of water, and a large house. It almost looked of elven architecture, but with a tauren flair, and made of materials found in the barrens. She got to her feet, still clutching the bucket in one three-fingered hand. She took one wary step, and then another, until she was at the large wooden steps to the house, where she paused. "He....Hello?" She called out in a weak and cracking voice. The large door opened to reveal the face of the male tauren that had dropped the bucket. His eyes grew wide as he looked at her, as though he had not seen another person for a long time. "Err, I brought your bucket! You dropped it." She said, attempting to be friendly and taking a step up the stairs. His head shot back inside the house and he slammed the door shut. Flin snorted, putting her hand on her hip. She continued up the steps until she was at the door. She knocked on it a few times, looking around. "Hel-lOOO! I still have your bucket!" She yelled, already disliking him. She wasn't fond of overly shy people. The door slowly creaked open a little bit, and the boy once again looked out at her. He was and albino, and his large pink eyes scanned her, coming to rest on the bucket. "Hey." She said, moving the bucket forward a little. "Here, this is yours, right?" He looked at her, then snatched the bucket away from her and dashed inside. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're welcome..." She said to herself, limping slowly down the steps. "Child....did you know, you have a magnificent aura! Face me, for a moment...." Came a withered voice from behind her. Flin turned to see a very old tauren, wrinkled and gray, his eyes misted over with age. "Ah....that's more like it....yes, you are just right...." He said oddly, shuffling forward and taking her arm, feeling the muscles and stretching it.
"Hey!" She said, pulling her arm away from him. He nodded his head and bent over, doing the same to her hooves and calves. "What are you doing?" She said, almost falling down the stairs. "Your right leg....you were born like this, yes?" He asked, turning her around and feeling her shoulders and back. "Er, yeah..." She said, a bit unnerved by the odd old man. He turned her back around again and looked deep into her eyes. "So young to see past the material...." He said, pulling down the lid on her right eye, which was as misted and grey as his. He then shuffled back toward the house and disappeared inside. Flin was now very confused, and simply stood, an eyebrow raised. "Well, now, don't lollygag outside all day, come in, come in!" He called from inside. There was then an angry stomp, and a short pause. "No, she will not ruin your training, Orol. Get over yourself, you are still a novice." The old man said. Soon, the albino appeared again, looking very sullen. He stuck out a hand, looking away. Flin warily took it and shook. "Er, I'm Flin..." She said, but was cut off as he dragged her away into the house. "Hey!" She said, his much stronger hand gripped tightly on hers. Inside, the house was like one that had not been lived in for a very long time. Vines trailed up the walls, and plants grew unchecked in the corners. The old man had taken a place in a large chair, where the vines were slowly growing up his arms. "Yes, yes, that's more like it... Now kindly sit down on that mat in front of me, if you would?" He said to her as Orol let go of Flin's hand. She stood still for a moment, but then walked slowly over and sat. "My name is Derchas, what is yours?" Orol stomped on the floor quietly, and Orol turned to face him. Then, the young albino made a few strange gestures. "Ah, so it is Flinny!" Derchas said, chuckling." Orol shook his head and signed again. "Oh, just Flin? Well, I like Flinny better." He said, looking at Flin with a wrinkled smile. "Er, sir? What exactly do you want with me?" She asked warily, hoping she wouldn't offend him. The old man let out a hearty chuckle. "My dear, I'm going to train you as a druid!"
((Long? Yes, I know. And it's not over either! I'll type up the other half when my creative juices replenish themselves.))
