He was lost and it didn’t help that his mind was unclear by anger. How dare they how dare they even think about casting him out like some lowlife. But he had been casted out and there was nothing he could do about it. Just because in the heat of battle he had made one bad self centered decision and the rest of his comrades fell beaten by the elves. Even though the drows had won that battle Kasha still had to deal with his consequences but he would make them pay he would…once he figured out where he was and what he was going to do that is…

The drow looked around the clearing slowly, the trees were closely knit together and let sunlight filter through . Trying to place it but he was in foreign area, he just hopped that where he was, wasn’t elf territory for he didn’t need to deal with the stupid elves now. He ran a hand through his midnight black hair that fell half way down his back. His dark violet eyes took in what he saw trying to find any landmarks he might recognize. He shouldn’t have let his anger overcome him and just storm off in one direction. When anger he seemed to be blind to everything else which was his downfall. He was about five feet and five inches with slender limbs, and pointed ears exactly like an elf and he was just as graceful. Though his olive skin, black hair, and purple eyes set him apart from the elves. Elves were fair creatures, and light. While Drows were dark they were natural enemies. For Good and Evil did not just mix.

Kasha spotted a large rock not too far away and it was starting to get dark. Even though drows did best in the darkness he decided it would be best to stop and rest for awhile. He moved gracefully to the rock and sat down as he gave a sigh. Crossing his legs and propping his elbow on his knee and resting his chin on his hand. As he started to think about what he should do. A plan formed in his mind though it was just so out there he wondered if it will ever work. If he was out casted from his own community maybe he could say he left instead of being out casted, and that he wanted to start new. Elves were stupid and nice creatures they just might take pity on him and if he was able to wriggle his way into their ranks he could finally have the revenge he wanted. Against what use to be his friends. He chuckled under his breath, the plan was just so crazy it might actually just work. There was only one thing wrong with his plan though…he didn’t know where the elf community was. He sighed he figured he would just wait till some guards came around to check the Elven boundaries and find him, he might be killed but then again they might ask him what he was doing and he could throw himself at their feet and beg for mercy, he wasn’t fond of the idea but it was the only way he would end up in the Elven Community.

(( I hope you don't mind that I wrote in the gaurds, etc. I figured it was an inevitable outcome as it is, and I was having trouble thinking of a start without that happening. ))

A duo of elven guardsmen were passing their rounds, just before nightfall. They'd almost passed the drow by, but quickly gathered their wits when they saw him. The guards unsheathed their swords, raising them as they approached the lone drow, wondering what one might be doing so close to elven boundaries. "What business have you, drow?" One of the guards men asked, they both held many suspicions in their mind. They also had many curiosities.

Regardless of what the drow's answer was to be, their actions would lead to either taking him prisoner, or death. It wasn't often they did watch and found anything more than a wild beast, so this would certainly be something interesting to report. Before the drow had chance to respond, one of the guards grabbed his arm, more than likely preparing himself to haul him off... or ready him for his death.

"Tell the scout," He commanded to his fellow guard. The other ran off behind where they'd come from, leaving to explain their find to a nearby scout, who would inturn run back to the closest village and tell the councilmen of the community. The guard still awaited the drow's answer to his previous question.
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Word traveled like wild fire to and through the elven community when the scout hit its entrance, even if many were preparing for sleep. Such an event was possible to cause much chaos, and many whispered rumor of the drows possibly planning a sneak attack. Of course, everyone found it overly odd that they'd picked up a drow who was said to be alone, yet no one could make sure of anything until the guards made it back here with him -- if they even brought him back.

The word of a drow being near their village had reached a single elf's ears that affected him a lot differently than most of the others. This elf was Sindre, and instead of being filled with curiosity or fear, he was angered. He'd been suffering from much heart ache as of recent, and he had none other than the drows to blame. The thought of one ever coming into their village, even if would be as a prisoner, awoke a deep rage inside of him. He rushed to the entrance of the village as a few others had, awaiting any signs of the guards with this drow if they were to come.

((yeah it's no problem, right now we just have to get through the whole council thing now -.- technicalities.))

Kasha was slowly starting to fall into sleep his purple eyes starting to close by an unseen weight, though soon enough the Drow had been awoken by the clomping of heavy shoes on the forest floor. His eyes snapped open as he was greeted by the sight of two Elven guards, Kasha’s first reaction was to jump up and pull out the dagger at his side that he was given when he was out casted it, it was for hunting for his own food, or for killing himself when exile became too much. Though the Drow knew the moment he flashed the dagger in front of the Elves, or even went for the blade at his side he would be signing his death wish. He made sure to keep his hands in front of him and he made no sudden movements that could come off threatening, but one of the guards grabbed his arm twisting it behind his back as Kasha’s knees hit the ground forest dirt falling off the rock.

He took a deep breath trying to keep his rage under control, he wanted to live, didn’t he? He couldn’t do anything that would in any possible way ruin those chances. “My business is to go before the Elven Council. I mean no harm” Kasha stated plainly, he didn’t give any reasons but the words itself would deliver him alive into the Elven Community. The guard looked closely at the black haired Drow seeming to debate silently with himself, finally settling on forcing the Drow to his feet roughly searching over Kasha his eyes falling on the dagger to the Drow’s side. As he took the dagger out of the sheath, “Well if it’s an audience with the council you wish then an audience with the Council you will reactive.” The guard said with a private smile to himself there was no way the Council would let a Drow survive after the audience so he wasn’t worried about it.

“Now let’s go.” The guard said roughly pushing Kasha foreword into a certain direction. Kasha stumbled over his feet for a second but the hold that the guard had on him kept him upright for the most part. The walk was actually quite short, Kasha was closer to the town then he thought he had been, which was slightly shocking as he was practically paraded into the town like a wild animal into the town. His eyes glanced around to the people he saw, but he mainly kept them downcast his ears caught the whispers of the town folk, somewhere curious others full of rage. Younger elves tried to have bets on which ones would go and touch the Drow fist. The procession was stopped in the middle of the town as the Drow was forced to his knees once again as the Elves created a circle of buzz around him. “Bow.” The guard said forcefully, putting pressure on Kasha’s back. Kasha could only guess that it was the elven council as he tried to think of something he could plead his case with.

Sindre had gathered as part of the crowd, pushing his way closer to the drow. In his chest fury grew, a result of anger which he hid well in the way he held himself, yet something his eyes couldn't conceal. He glared at him, only breaking his stare to look up at the council who had also came about, knowing their decision could be the only rightful thing to do with this drow: kill him. If Sindre had, had a weapon on him, he would have done it himself, right then and there.

"What reason do we have not to kill the drow?" A councilman asked. It sounded as if he were questioning those around him, yet in truth he was addressing the captured drow. As he spoke, a hush fell amongst the elves who made up the crowd, if not over the entire village. Asides from the quiet chirp of crickets and night birds in the backdrop, there wasn't another noise to be heard.

Despite the council being composed mostly of those old and wise, the drow would have to watch his words. With all the resentment the elves held to the drows, even the tiniest of things could be considered a grave offense.

Sindre, like many others who were facing the loss of those close to them from battle, had spent the past while in mourning. His depression and absence in the community had not gone unnoticed, at least not by those who had been friends of his deceased love; the one he had dedicated his life to prior to this tragic death. His presence to even an event such as this had become a rare one. Still, the thought of this drow being sentenced to death nearly brought a smile to his lips. He hoped for nothing more than the council to make rash, harsh judgment against this enemy.

Kasha did not answer right away. He had to think and choose his words carefully anything said could send him to his death or save him. Silence had fallen onto the town but it was a tense silence, with whispers starting to spread like wild fire. Kasha kept his head down looking the council men in the eye might as well be a death wish. "I left my race and have repented for everything I have done in the past and I ask you to forgive me."

He brought his head up slightly but still kept his gaze down below the councilmens' faces. With the words 'I ask you to forgive me' sent the elves into a frenzy. Most of it where curses, foul language, harshness, hate, fury.

"ENOUGH!" One of the councilmen ordered as it fell silent around the town square again, so silent that one could even hear the crickets chirping if they so wished too. "Finish quickly we do not have time for this." The same councilmen obviously the leader of them told the Drow.

Kasha made a slight bow with his head as more black hair feel off his shoulder obscuring his view which put him in a less comfortable position since he couldn't see to the sides anymore. "What I'm asking is not something I expect you to believe, but I am asking, no I am begging and pleading to take me into your community. I will do whatever I can to gain your trust." He said as shouts of 'no' countered by shouts of forgiveness erupted through out the town.

"How can we trust someone who turned their own backs on their own race?" Kasha heard to the side as the Drow straightened his back glaring at the elf who said so.

"Was I asked to be born this way? Did I ask to be born with a bad reputation? Did you ask to be born that way? Why should you condemn me for something that I have no control over." the Drow said loudly over everyone else. As the Drow soon realized his mistake, he had talked without permission, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Either the council would kill him or let him live.

The councilmen had apparently not been very impressed with the drow's outburst. However, just as one was about to sentence the drow to death or further exile, one of the eldest stepped forth, commanding the floor. "It is not a story I wish to tell, yet a drow once saved my life..." He began, recollecting the near ancient event in his mind's eye, as if it had taken place only yesterday. "And this one is right. Not all drows have poison blood running through their veins, just as not all elves are pure..."

Before the elder could finish his sentence, the crowd started shouting out in protest. Sindre in particular stepped all that much closer, ready to go against even the council's will and dispose of this drow himself. Yet, the council leader hushed them once again, threatening that if they dare interrupt a superior again they would all face consequences. "Let us allow this drow a trial period, if you will. He will be watched carefully by the community, until he can prove his loyalty is truly with us, and none for his kin he left behind..." The leader of the council spoke, offering this kinder alternative.

"We will need him to have a specific watcher, a mentor of sorts," the head of the council continued on, his eyes searching the crowd for any worthy face or volunteer. Everyone stepped back quickly, disgusted at the thought. Everyone, that is, but Sindre. The elf had been too wrapped up in his own rage to have the sense to move back with the rest of the crowd.

"Sindre, have you not room in your home?" The same elder councilman who'd started any form of acception asked. It was more of a demand than a question, Sindre knew he would be stuck with the drow no matter what his response. The elf still tried to get out of this matter with a stuttered answer, even a lie, but he could find none to say to the councilmen, nothing that would get him out of being stuck with the drow.

Sindre looked sharply to his side, as if wishing to withhold his answer. He realized he was trapped now. "I have room," The elf muttered reluctantly, feeling defeated already.

The crowd was starting to disperse, as the council had made their decision and there would be no going back on it, no more protesting from the community. Yet, the cold stares the drow would receive would long stick around for time to come. "It is settled then, Sindre. This drow will stay with you, and you might watch him for suspicious behavior."

The council started to move off themselves, leaving only Sindre and this strange drow behind. It was like a horror story for the elf, going on one chapter after another. First, he'd lost his love. Now, he was being forced to watch over and even share his own home with a drow; the race responsible for his lover's death. Sindre wondered if he wouldn't end up dying in his own sleep, by hand of the drow. Perhaps that would be a better fate.

"Come on, then," The elf said harshly, turning to lead the drow to his house. Sindre wondered if he couldn't force him to sleep outside. At the moment, he wouldn't ask the drow his name, for he didn't want to know it. They went inside the trunk of a gigantic, hollowed out tree, the entrance to Sindre's home. Inside was very basic furniture, fruits and vegetables. The house was a bit of a mess, the elf hadn't cared to clean it, having felt depressed. "Don't think you're getting a bed," Sindre said, leaving the drow to the dirt floor of the house at best. There was another section dug out on a slightly lower level than the main room, which had the only bed in it. The elf could request another, yet he still wasn't convinced this drow deserved it. Sindre ended up going to sleep, although he would sleep very lightly in his suspicions.