04-24-2011, 10:26 AM
Predated- April 15
Drizzt calmly walked through the woods, his eyes half shut as he enjoyed the calm scenery around him. He had found himself wandering the thicker trees of the Dampwoods, his pack jingling on against his back every other step. Today, he felt no need to walk with caution. He had arrived on the shores only recently, and the Chaos wolves had no way of knowing he was here. Not yet. 'But you'll find me, won't you Malice?' Drizzt sneered in his mind. 'You always have...'
Stopping his walk a few minutes later, Drizzt stepped into a clearing drawing out one of his scimitars while dropping his pack. He took a defensive stance and worked through short routines with his lone curved blade. First a high thrust then a spin with a low slice. Second he raised himself and jumped as high as his shoulder, kicking straight out with his right leg, landing without a sound. Next he flourished his blade and grabbed his cloak with his left hand, spinning and throwing it before him, to hide his blades final thrust.
He held the thrust for a few seconds, then lowered his blade to his side, his breathing still calm and even. Closing his eyes, he ran the routine through his head once more. He'd used this routine only once, and that was to escape his older sister, but he hadn't forgotten it yet. His wrist wouldn't allow him to forget. Slowly, Drizzt began to hum as he drew his second scimitar, twirling the twin blades around himself. He began moving his feet, slowly moving in a circle, his mind in the clouds as he moved rhythmically, his feet matching his humming. His blades slowed in their twirling as his brow furrowed and he stopped humming. Malice's face was burning on the inside of his eyelids, the look of confusion, pain, and rage instilled in his memory.
But... there never was any sign of emotional hurt on her face. None like the look Eliez gave him as the older brother discovered the truth of Drizzt's relation. Eliez was on the verge of tears as he fought Drizzt. Malice, Brizza, even Dreaden, only had looks of joy or rage.
Drizzt stopped as his left blade wavered in its path, cutting close to his leg. He sighed and leaned against a firm oak tree, his scimitars pointing towards the ground. His face was blank, but inside he was as confused as ever, trying to make sense of his packs ways, again wondering if all wolves were the same way.
Drizzt calmly walked through the woods, his eyes half shut as he enjoyed the calm scenery around him. He had found himself wandering the thicker trees of the Dampwoods, his pack jingling on against his back every other step. Today, he felt no need to walk with caution. He had arrived on the shores only recently, and the Chaos wolves had no way of knowing he was here. Not yet. 'But you'll find me, won't you Malice?' Drizzt sneered in his mind. 'You always have...'
Stopping his walk a few minutes later, Drizzt stepped into a clearing drawing out one of his scimitars while dropping his pack. He took a defensive stance and worked through short routines with his lone curved blade. First a high thrust then a spin with a low slice. Second he raised himself and jumped as high as his shoulder, kicking straight out with his right leg, landing without a sound. Next he flourished his blade and grabbed his cloak with his left hand, spinning and throwing it before him, to hide his blades final thrust.
He held the thrust for a few seconds, then lowered his blade to his side, his breathing still calm and even. Closing his eyes, he ran the routine through his head once more. He'd used this routine only once, and that was to escape his older sister, but he hadn't forgotten it yet. His wrist wouldn't allow him to forget. Slowly, Drizzt began to hum as he drew his second scimitar, twirling the twin blades around himself. He began moving his feet, slowly moving in a circle, his mind in the clouds as he moved rhythmically, his feet matching his humming. His blades slowed in their twirling as his brow furrowed and he stopped humming. Malice's face was burning on the inside of his eyelids, the look of confusion, pain, and rage instilled in his memory.
But... there never was any sign of emotional hurt on her face. None like the look Eliez gave him as the older brother discovered the truth of Drizzt's relation. Eliez was on the verge of tears as he fought Drizzt. Malice, Brizza, even Dreaden, only had looks of joy or rage.
Drizzt stopped as his left blade wavered in its path, cutting close to his leg. He sighed and leaned against a firm oak tree, his scimitars pointing towards the ground. His face was blank, but inside he was as confused as ever, trying to make sense of his packs ways, again wondering if all wolves were the same way.
