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The Forbidden Forest
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Jan 16, 2013 07:41PM
Borë roared and turned around snapping his teeth. He charged towards Coal. Sèremèla did not stop him.
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Coal yipped fearfully, running back to his master, grazing his eyes apologetically. Finwë growled to his dog accusingly, just as he saw the tiger's head. He yelped in surprise, and ran out accidentally into Sèremèla. He blinked, not knowing what to do now.
Séreméla felt Finwë bump into her, "watch it! " she said stumbling. Borë growled at Coal and walked over to Séreméla.
Finwë narrowed his eyes in a distinctive frown. "Sorry," he said blankly, looking at the tiger with a bit of fear. He was waiting for the probable teasing of how much he looked like a girl and all that stupid stuff everyone seemed to do to him.
"whatever." Séreméla mumbled. Borë glared at Coal but did not move.
Coal glared back, snarling low and scarily. But it was obvious it wasn't going to have any effect on the massive but stunning tiger. Finwë glanced down at his boots nervously, before turning his back on the girl and walking away.
Séreméla walked over to Borë and gently stroked his head.
Finwë whistled, and Coal was at his side at once. He gave the tiger one last snarl before disappearing into the shadows along with his master. He was annoyed when Finwë climbed up a tree, something he couldn't do with rounded claws, so he just hid in a bush, his masters intentions of spying clear to him.
Séreméla sighed. now she had nothing to do. she sat down and Borë layed down next to her.
Finwë watched intently at the girl and her tiger. He sat stock still, waiting for something interesting, or generally anything to happen. He didn't want to leave, as he was very content in the dark, spying on innocent elves.
Séreméla grabbed her bow and layed it down on her chest. Borë watched where Finwe and Coal were. nether of them knew that Finwe was in the tree.
Finwë tensed as he sensed the tiger watching him. He just about sighed, but caught himself just before it was left out. Suddenly, a leaf cracked as he moved his left hand and he cringed nervously.
Borë jerked his head up. Séreméla raised her bow and looked around.
Finwë did his extremely good bird call whistle to signal to Coal to slowly retreat and break a branch to distract the elven girl.
Sèremèla shot a arrow near the snapping stick. Borë got up and crouched low to the ground and silently walked towards the sound.
Coal made his way silently back to his master, proud of himself. Accidentally a bit of his fur snagged on a branch and he had no idea it could be a massive giveaway!
Borë walked over to where the fur was. he sniffed it and growled,
Coal shook himself, unaware that the tiger was close. His master had heard the growl though and cursed quietly to himself.
Borë crept towards Coal. Sèremèla climbed a tree and looked around.
Finwë stayed very low, his dark hair covering his pale face, and his dark clothes camoflaging perfectly. Coal had no idea that the tiger was stalking him, and he stayed crouched in his bush, staying as silent as his breathing would allow.
Borë had Coal in his sight. he lunged at him and grabbed Coals tail in his giant paws. Séreméla looked down at Coal and Borë. she knew that Finwe had to be close by
Finwë bared his teeth silently in anger, otherwise lying stock still on the branch, basically invisible. He was worried for Coal, and suddenly had a craving for telepathic skills, so he could tell Coal what to do. But Coal had other ideas. He turned around and bit the tiger's paw, before wriggling out of it's grip and running over to a different tree, whimpering and whining as if Finwë was there.
Borë ran over to Coal and tackled him, pinning him to the ground. Sèremèla stayed were she was and waited to Finwë to come to the rescue.
Finwë knew that the elven girl was waiting for him to show himself, but he wasn't going to. Coal would somehow be able to escape the tigers grip. He had to, if he wanted to live. Coal whined and scrabbled at the ground in the tiger's grip, snarling in frustration. At last, Finwë had had enough. "I command you to tell your tiger to let go," he said as deep as he could go, but he still sounded like girl.
Sèremèla smiled when she heard Finwës voice. Borë roared in Coals face. Séreméla looked at Borë and nodded, Borë snarled at Coal one last time before he got off of him and backed away.
Finwë nodded his curt thanks, as Coal rushed over to him and began to lick his face all over. He smiled, which was rare for Finwë, and nuzzled him as best he could with his own face. "Good job at trying," he whispered proudly at his dog, his face returning to it's blank previous look.
Sèremèla jumped down and landed next to Finwë. Borë walked up to her and nuzzled his head against her. Sèremèla put her hand on Borës head and looked at Finwë.
Finwë sighed awkwardly before saying, "Hurry up and spit it out. I look and sound like a girl, I know and don't care," as he was used to people constantly teasing him, turning his heart on the world.
"huh. it does not bother me." Séreméla replied.
Finwë widened his eyes in shock and disbelief. This was the first person, apart from his mother, who didn't care about his femininess. "Whatever," was all he said gruffly, shuffling his feet awkwardly.
Séreméla rolled her eyes, "why would you care about what other people think of you? " she asked him.
Finwë was taken aback. "Because it digs deep," he snapped angrily, starting to pace. "I'm more feminine than I am male. It hurts deeply, like a knife stabbing you in the heart, everytime I hear something nasty about me," he said, getting angrier and angrier. Finally, he punched the tree, letting his face drop back down to it's normal, blank state.
"you should not take it personally. you can earn people respect. one way or another." Séreméla said darkly.
Finwe shrugged. "I don't think I'll ever change. Nature wanted me this way, so that's that," he said darkly.
Finwe was getting more and more agitated the longer he stood there. He was not used to people not teasing him, and he actually didn't mind positive company.
Borë looked at Coal with his gray eye. a rumble came from his throat.
Finwë tensed at the tiger's rumble, but Coal seemed to untense a little, for some unknown reason. The big black dog sat down and sighed looking at his paws and catching imaginary things in the air with his sharp teeth. Finwë smiled at his dog and rubbed Coal's head, but the smile was short-lived.
Séreméla nudged Borë warning him to be quiet. "so.. Finwë is it? why were you spying on me? " she asked him.
Finwë raised his eyebrows in surprise. "How do you know my name? And I was just practicing I guess, for when my big plans start to work..." he trailed off, unwilling to say anymore about it.
"what kind of work?" Séreméla asked. pushing Finwë to tell her more.
Finwë was very uneasy and suddenly gave a brief wave to dismiss her before running into the forest, determined for no one but him and Coal to know what they were going to do.
Séreméla rolled her eyes. she climbed up a tree and leaped for tree to tree silently, following Finwë.
Finwë didn't know that the female elf was following him, when he and Coal stopped in their clearing where they basically lived. It was set-up with a massive black iron pot in the middle, which had boiling, green water bubbling about in it. Finwë smiled as he grabbed a spoon and began to stir it. "This," he whispered, barely audible to Coal, "Is how we will do our revenge on the world."
Séreméla could not hear Finwë from the trees. she crouched on the tree branch and looked at Finwë.
Finwë sensed somene looking at him, and he glanced around nervously. He couldn't see anyone, so he went back to work, mixing a variety of different things into the pot, like different weeds and roots. Coal sniffed around the bottom of the tree Séreméla was hiding in, but didn't pick up her scent, before returning back to his master.
Séreméla watched Finwë silently.
Finwë became more and more etchy, a feeling he got when someone or something was watching him. He finally got up and ordered Coal to sniff around very carefully while hes tood by his pot and called out to the forest, "I know your there, so come out." He actually didn't know if anyone was there, but lying was his middle name!
Séreméla did not move. she breathed slowly and queitly so that she did not make a sound.
Finwë was still uncertain about what to do, so he decided to leave his pot and spoon, pusing them into a massively deep hole in the shadows, and covering it with what little coverage there was. He then set about climbing all trees around the clearing, as if anyone knew his secret, he would have to assure they wouldn't spill it out... Coal had come across Séreméla's tree, and began sniffing furiously at the branch above him. He then scratched the tree and whined to his master, who came running.
