After thousands of years of war with the foul Orcs, the Lirin race has been depleted to a small clan of 100. For, although the Orcs are stupid and slow, they know their warfare weapons well. The forests in which the light-footed Lirin clan live has been burnt to bareness in some places. Now the clan has been situated in the last grove of trees, next to a huge city. Will the humans help the remainder of the Lirin race? Or will the genecidal Orcs win the war?
Okay, the characters can be Lirin, Orc or human. If you don't know what a Lirin is, they look a little like Elves at the first glance due to their ears, but they have cat's claws and a cat's tail (They're a little like a cross between Neko and Elf.)
Rules are as follows:
-No godmodding, powerplaying or spamming.
-Romance is allowed, but cybering is not.
-No onelining, I expect at least four sentences of good quality and medium length at all times.
This is a fantasy/slight violence RP, and so romance is not required, nor necessarily wanted.
Enjoy! ^_^
Maykru nodded.
Olvier nodded and took the water. He looked at it slightly distrustfull but took a sip. he wrinkled his nose as his energy replenished. "it feels odd" he said shaking his head slightly. "can we go to the city now, i don't like it here with that." he said softly motioning to he dead orc.
Maykru saw Olvier's discomfort, and nodded.
Olvier nodded "they would be usefull but i'm not touching that thing" he muttered motioning to the orc. His ears where lying flat ontop of his head. "can we go somewhere else?" he asked nervously he didn't feel very comfortable with the carcass so near.
Maykru's eyes focussed properly, and she saw Olvier looking slightly sick.
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Maykru shook her head, trying to clear it of the daze. She looked blearily at the Orc, and it hit her.
Genown watched the two Lirins attack and kill the orc from behind the tree. 'most impressive' he thought to him self, 'I wonder if they could help'.
Maykru leapt at the dying Orc again, slicing this time straight into the throat, and tearing into the jugular vein. She had time to claw at his eyes before being thrown to the ground, and pummeled once with a bone-shattering punch. She lay there for a little while, dazed and breathless, and not a little concussed. Yet the Orc had collapsed; this surge of power had cost him his life. The young Lirin's eyes flitted slowly open, and she got up shakily, her confidence thrown like she had been a few minutes before.
Olvier was shaking slightly with his ears pressed flat to his head. His tail was poofed in fright. He swallowed and rushed to the orc. Swinging with his Sai he hit the orc in his arm cutting trough some of his muscles before dashing away to a safer distance.
The orc was a tough one, Maykru could see now, and would need more than an arrow in the eye to kill him. She unsheathed her claws, hissing menacingly. The orc found his attacker, and narrowed his working eye. Maybe her shot wasn't as powerful as she'd thought, for the orc only seemed queasy, not dying.
As Genown he heard a shriek of pain. It was unmistakable, an orc. He quickened his pace and saw the orc standing between him and the two Lirins from before. He observed to see the outcome.
Olviers eyes went wide as the orc apeared. He had heard it but it hadn't completely prepared him. His shaking hands let the last of the carcass drop to the leave covered ground. He put one of his hands inside his coat and pulled out a silver Sai. it was designed for fast and quick attacks, Olvier rarely had to use it but he was somewhat prepared to use it if necesary.
Maykru's bow was tensed as she heard heavy footsteps, her ears up immediately. Orcs. Her sharp eyes could not yet spot them, but she could hear them. It was, by the sound of it, only one. But he was making enough noise to wake the dead.
After the two lirins disappeared behind the trees, he began to follow them. He still was wondering why two of their kind was so close to the city. He carelessly discarded the bone on the ground as he began walking.