Sylvan Dance
Private RP for Lunna Dea and Dongle:

War has been a fact of life for many generation along the river Sahvel. The slow move of the kingdom of Allenswell deviding kingdoms as they took both banks of the river. Now they have met their match, the stalemate has led to other kingdoms who have nothing to gain throwing in on one side or the other. These kingdoms trying to curry favor with the sides.
The kingdom of lysylan had for as long as humans can remimber had their borders locked and all who crossed never returning to speak of what they might have seen. Yet now that the war is almost at their border they have started talks with their neighbors. Those talks have only started yet already the humans look to Lysvlan lands to turn the tide.

Blood, sweat, and echoing moans hung heavy in the forest. Tall pale trees stood straight like ghosts bearing witness to the carnage. Torn corpses, gore, and weaponry were strewn across the forest floor. As the final cries wilted, as the eyes all rolled and bodies ceased moving, death laid a hand on the scene.

Hours passed with babbling brook water. In the thick of the mess something stirred. A body, stained, torn, but alive, heaved forward and out of the slaughter. He trembled as he stood. The blood in his eye kept him from seeing properly, and he fell against one tree to the other as he walked. Memories of the battle came back to him in clips. Screaming, gashes, cries, chaos- first waves that licked his mind, then riptides that pulled him under.

The man, now a mile out from the scene, collapsed. Shaking, he slid off his helmet and dug at his eyes. There was no amount of rubbing or shed tears that seemed to rid him of the dried blood nor iron smell. He choked. He tried to regain his breath, found it, then choked again. An open wound on his thigh met the cold air and throbbed. The man pressed down onto it, centering himself on the cutting sensation.

His breath steadied. The world eased back around him, and he took in the noise of chirping birds, buzzing insects. No sound of streams or brooks reached him, so the man figured he had stumbled further inland. Deeper into Elven land. He pulled himself against a nearby tree, using it to right himself. If he was caught here trespassing, he'd put diplomacy between his and the Elven kingdoms at risk. He needed to get moving.

The echoes of a battle through the trees were a surprise to Lethlawynn. There were to be no battles in the green lands of Lysylan. Turning to the sound he looked down at his companion the winter wolf of the mountains, Niquis. Looking up at him, Niquis tiled his head and made an inquiring sound. “I know not what it is my friend, but we shall soon find out.” Picking up his bow he set off at a trot in the direction of the sound. There had not been the sound of battle in these woods for many a generation. The closes there had been to that was the battle on the border. Where the humans had in their arrogance set upon each other. He did not care why they said that the other had started the war but now the war had reached the borderlands.

Time passed as Niquis kept pace with him as they travled to the border. Lethlawynn would have liked if the sounds of battle had kept up yet he was only a lone scout in this area of the woods. If it was a large enough army then he would not be able to take on the humans. One or two of them he could deal with no thought of a work out, six or seven would be a test to his skill but a full set of them would be to much for him to deal with on his own.

The smell of blood and rot was strong a mile out from the battle field. Lethlawynn wrinkled his nose at the disgusting smell as he pushed forward. Niquis snorted and sat down it being quite clear that he did not wish to continue. Looking back at him Lethlawynn sighed, “you think that I will not need your nose to find any that have lived on from this day?” Niquis shook his head then slowly got back on his feet to fallow. “I thought not.”

Though Niquis fallowed him when they arrived at the battle field he made it quite clear that he would not be dirtying his paws in the blood mud mess. Lethlawynn did no notice him stop as he walked slowly into the misted of the dead bodies. Never had he seen such bloodletting in his life, it sickened him. How could the humans wasted such a precious thing as each of these lives. Bending down in the mud he gently turned over each human to make sure they were dead. He did not found a single one of them that was alive. It was then that he noticed Niquis sniffing around at the edge of the bloody meadow.

“what have you found my friend?” dashing over he noticed a small trail of blood leading away from the battle. “so one of the barbarians did live?” looking up he fallowed the drops out into the woods. Moments latter he cursed. “I will have to dispatch this creature, we can not have them infecting the lands of Lysylan, for it will breed and make more of its disgusting kind.”