Aryth scowled but then grinned at Rhavaniel. "You are still alive, aren't you?" She challedged, cocking an eyebrow. She looked around and took a deep breath out of the air, smoke and death filling deep into her lungs. "Aww...the smell of victory...how sweet."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

The first thing Fearan felt when he woke was pain: his head felt like one massive bruise, and his chest and legs felt as if he had been kicked multiple times

WHAM

Oh. He was being kicked.

He looked up in time to see Deawen hiss "Scum" and turn away. He struggled to his feet, noticing that most of the enemy had fled. He smiled grimly despite his injury. "You know," he rasped in Deawen's direction "the best way to wake an unconscience soul is not to beat them with in an inch of thier life" He straitened as best he could, praying that Deawen hadn't permentatly disaligned his spine.

Deawen spun around her eyes narrowed " well maybe if you hadn't been so careless in battle I would not have had to kick you " she answered

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Enough time for idle chit-chat," Aradan hissed, spreading the two apart. "Tonight we will have a much deserved feast. Come, if you are hungry, as I do not think the spoils will last long." With hungry eyes, Aradan picked up one of the dead Gondorian corpses, heading back towards where the women stood huddled around a burning fire.

Deawen strode to the others her great cloak billowing out behind her like black wings. She in fact had wings black transparent ones that stayed hidden until she reached her full height in her gift. she watched as Aradan picked up a dead corpse...Deawen wasn't exactly appalled but she wasnt' too happy about it.she wasn't hungry atleast not for what the others had in mind, tonight she would not eat.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Rhavaniel patted Aryth on the head "Wouldnt you love to know..." she murmered, and stepped back as she heard footsteps behind her.
The creature watched Aradan approach with the body in his arms, and curled her lips in distaste. She fed on the blood of the living, eating dead flesh upset her stomach.
Dearwen seemed, to her, to be in a bad mood. this brightend up her own as she never missed the opportunity for a fight.
"My, my, look at you..." she sneered.

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Deawen glared and tensed like a mare ready to fight her challenger over head mare. Deawen stopped she glanced down at her self she looked rather pityful her face was spattered in blood, her hair had fallen from it's style, and the wound on her side drenched her dress. she smiled " all part of the fun...atleast i can say I did some fighting unlike some who spent most of this battle eatting.." a smile curled around her lips

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Aryth grinned an evil grin at Rhavaniel as she patted her head. She listened to her whisper and inside, she shivered. Aryth admired Rhavaniel the most out of her group, but she never told anyone that.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"I suppose you could call that making me an important asset. You have never seen me fight, girl, so dont suppose to know what it is like to feel my fury."
Smiling serenly she turnerd her back on Deawen and smiled warmly at Aryth, whom she was gradually learning to like- Or rather, she had taken a liking to the girl and was offering to take her under her wing and train her herself.

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Deawen scowled slightly then walked away before Rhavaniel could turn her back. an obviouse challenge and slap in the face. she sat away from the others she wrapped her cloak around her to hide her shaking body. she wasn't frightened no she lived for battle it was her gift or curse exhausting her human triats. she tucked her wings behind her and began to heal the wound on her side it was painful work but she was determined not to cry out.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Ugh

The body Aradan held was already smelling off death. Fearan grimaced and turned away, hoping not to glimpse his friend consuminghis meal. True, he loved the man dearly, but his eating habits left a lot to be desired. "Have fun with that" He said quickly as he walked away. He edged towards Deawen, who seemed to share his distaste. He pulled out a stick of what would be called jerky, if it hadn't sat in his pocket so long. Now it was a soggy blog of meat that he hoped desperately was still edible. He waved it in front of her. "Want some?" He asked, not noticing she was concentrating on healing herself. "I promise its not human flesh" He grinned wolfishly and gulped down a potion of his own dried meat.

Deawen finished healing herself and looked a Fearan she searched his face looking for a hidden motive she found none. She looked at the meat for a moment, her mouth watered slightly but she was wary of the meat. she nodded and took a peice she gulped it down greedily but eat no more even though she was ravanish she would not show weakness in front of Fearan.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Deawen finished healing herself and looked a Fearan she searched his face looking for a hidden motive she found none. She looked at the meat for a moment, her mouth watered slightly but she was wary of the meat. she nodded and took a peice she gulped it down greedily but eat no more even though she was ravanish she would not show weakness in front of Fearan.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Rhavaniel shook her head at Deawen and perched on what was left of a piller of stone regarding the group with distaste while she herself stroked a wicked looking arrow, toying with the notion of a well placed shot to show the girl who was the leader- Ah, not her of course. Xoroku.
But who knew of anyones real intent anyway?
Mayhap it was a mistake on the Dark Lords side, to place such an arrogant creature amongst men and women, perhaps because of her they would fail. But no, not with all and such a thirst for blood.

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((yay! Aryth has a instructor! lol that would be fun Rhav))

Aryth smiled back, something she normally didn't do and then laughed and grinned as she watched Fearan eat. She didn't eat anything, though, because she felt like she didn't kill enough to deserve food, and she wasn't that hungry anyway.

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she felt surprisingly relaxed around Fearan not as ambitious as the others were. oh this small world of women one turned against the other, today was a victory but it didn't feel it. Deawen flicked her wrists to the others fire and made it sputter and go out.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home