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Winds || Emerald & Isolde

Sun, 05 May 2013 18:57:12 -0400

isoldeofnarnia:

emeraldofnarnia:

Emerald’s smile grew at the lady and nodded, “I am good. Many people say that I am.” said kindly. There are questions running her mind saying, Is she interested about my skill in archery?, Why does she want to know more about my skill? The young girl took bow from her quiver and asked, “Do you want to see?” Then a nervous smile crossed her face. Emerald took an arrow from her quiver and positioned herself. Her target was to shot the tree’s trunk in the middle. She pulled the string, closed an eye then focused. When she was sure, she released and they took a look at the arrow. Emerald smiled. It shot it exactly in the middle of the tree’s trunk.

Without a questions response, Isolde watched the girl fiercely. Eyeing her every mood, She was never a archer herself,but knew the basics and took a great interest in the art. A iron maiden in training at her standards wasn’t even merely impression, giving the girl a shrug and the purse of her lips, she walked to the tree cross-armed and snatched the arrow, and gave it back to her, “Better luck next time.” shaking her head disappointed, “The Queen taught you?” laughs, “Queen Susan, The gentle.” she mocked the name, “Pathetic.”

Emerald made a small smile as she heard Isolde. She knew she did pretty well, but she also knew that she needed more practice. “Um… Thanks.” said blankly. She placed her arrow back in her quiver and as she listened to the lady. When she heard a question, she turned back to her and nodded. But then she was a little shocked when Isolde made fun of the Gentle Queen’s name. Why is she saying mean words about one of the Queens of Narnia? she thought. “It’s not pathetic,” she said gently, “It was one of the best experiences in my life and she was indeed a great teacher.”

Isolde only scoffed at her reply,and gathered her belongings. Seeing no purpose in staying, “Looks like I’ll do no good here.” She said in a smirk and a grin. Her blue eyes focusing on hers. Keeping that glare for a moment before turning the other cheek and headed in the woods direction. With her hand wrapped ‘Mor’du’ handle.

Winds || Emerald & Isolde

Wed, 01 May 2013 20:56:09 -0400

emeraldofnarnia:

isoldeofnarnia:

This caught her attention. “Bow?” her eyes narrowed and she walked swiftly towards the girl. Her feet moving across the familiar ground. Once she was about 2 or 3 feet away,she strightened her posture ready to listen. Not like she wanted to.

The girl’s eyes widen when the lady walked towards her in a swift manner. Isolde seemed interested in her opinion. Emerald nodded slowly. “I um… Did some practicing with Queen Susan and I think I improved.” The young girl started slowly, “My parents are archers also, but I never get to see them for the past 5 months. They taught me well and I just want to see them again.” Then she gave Isolde a small smile. She missed her parents with her heart and just wanted to see them again.

Her eyes never left hers as she spoke the words of her past, “Aye that’s interesting,but are you any good?” she questioned crossing her arms over her chest. Setting a food on the rock before her. There was no time to waste but she was now curious of this girls ability.

Emerald’s smile grew at the lady and nodded, “I am good. Many people say that I am.” said kindly. There are questions running her mind saying, Is she interested about my skill in archery?, Why does she want to know more about my skill? The young girl took bow from her quiver and asked, “Do you want to see?” Then a nervous smile crossed her face. Emerald took an arrow from her quiver and positioned herself. Her target was to shot the tree’s trunk in the middle. She pulled the string, closed an eye then focused. When she was sure, she released and they took a look at the arrow. Emerald smiled. It shot it exactly in the middle of the tree’s trunk.

Without a questions response, Isolde watched the girl fiercely. Eyeing her every mood, She was never a archer herself,but knew the basics and took a great interest in the art. A iron maiden in training at her standards wasn’t even merely impression, giving the girl a shrug and the purse of her lips, she walked to the tree cross-armed and snatched the arrow, and gave it back to her, “Better luck next time.” shaking her head disappointed, “The Queen taught you?” laughs, “Queen Susan, The gentle.” she mocked the name, “Pathetic.”

nirvana927: Her expression just kills me because I feel like...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 14:30:47 -0400

nirvana927:

Her expression just kills me because I feel like he’s yelling at whoevers on the phone and she’s just standing there like “calm the hell down.”

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Back To Earth || Aysun & Isolde

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 21:20:00 -0400

The wolf’s head lowered onto it’s black paws and her ears lowered at the girl’s sudden laughter, mumbling under her breath. “Humans make assumptions of me and I can’t do anything about it….” Her brown eyes lowered to the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl. Her words were harsh and pierced Aysun’s already shattered heart, a single tear running down the wolf’s black snout.

A agonizing howl escaped past her mouth from the extreme pain from her wound, her head lowering back down to her paws and whimpering as the gash began to sting. Her brown eyes look up at her and she gave slight glare before closing her tired lids over her eyes, the breathing of the wolf slowing slightly. “Why didn’t you abandon me like everyone else in my miserable life?” asked Aysun as an ear flicked from the sudden brush of wind blew past.

“Cause i’m different.” she said sternly, and to the point; without contact in the eyes. The blue eyed girl continued to work on the wolf slash human. No matter how much she winced Isolde continued to examine. The gash was approximately two inches deep, and in need to checking.

With that the girl looked up and and stood from her spot, “We must check that out.” she said informly, “Can you stand?” Ready for anything that came next. The rest didn’t matter.

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Alexandra Daddario arrives at the 2013 MTV Movie Awards

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Alexandra Daddario arrives at the 2013 MTV Movie Awards

isoldeofnarnia has found you

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 22:37:28 -0400

-stares at her blankly- “O que quere?” -she says in her tongue-

“I… I don’t understand you.”

-smirks and begins- “What reason do you have here?”

isoldeofnarnia has found you

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 22:30:34 -0400

sowild-sobohemian:

isoldeofnarnia:

“Fräulein! Tag. You look lost. Can I help you?”

-stares at her blankly- “O que quere?” -she says in her tongue-

Back To Earth || Aysun & Isolde

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 19:28:00 -0400

The wolf’s black fur stood out in the sunlight of the morning as it prowled around the forests, no sounds from other creatures coming from anywhere, just the sound of the pads of her paws trotting on the gravel and the sound of her breathing. Her head looked around as her chocolate brown eyes glanced at the trees and snow, the cold winter air brushing up against the small wolf’s ear, causing it to twitch.

The sudden howls of wolves were heard from close by and she spun around, keeping her guard up if there were any attackers. Four large wolves walked out from the shadows and surrounded the small black wolf, her ears pulling back and her teeth showing as she snarled.

“Well, it certainly isn’t as strong as us, maybe Alpha would like to recruit the little pup, seeing as how weak it is.” One of the grey wolves growled as it stepped closer, almost taunting her; as if it wanted her to retaliate. Aysun didn’t reply but only growled and snarled. Anyone from Maugrim’s Pack was an enemy to her and in her presence, she wasn’t scared to attack and tear at them.

Without warning, one of them lunged at her and bit down on her side, causing a howl to escape past her snout. The rest quickly rushed forward and helped tear at her. The black fur was soon coated in red blood and she laid there in pain, weakness taking over her being.

No one was there to help poor Aysun and there was no way she could fight off four ravenous and strong grey wolves by herself. She let out another howl except this time intended it to be loud enough for someone - anyone to hear. Then, from the corner of her eyes, she caught the sight of a girl, holding a sword and dagger in hand. A wave of relief fell over her, she heard the call for help and had come to save her. One by one, the wolves were taken down and the rest fled back to the cowardly pack.

What came from the human’s lips startled her but soon turned from shock to anger. Trying to stand, she held her head up to look at the girl with her piercing eyes, a glare worn upon them. Her legs began to wobble underneath her but she quickly got out a few words before collapsing back onto the cold ground. “Of course, humans don’t have any remorse or sympathy. You leave any one, even your own kind, to die. I thought you would be different, that you would help. But again, I was wrong. Now why don’t you leave and let me bleed to death, just like you have to others.”

A sudden laughter broke from her lips, “This is the kind of thanks I get for saving your life?” she said while shaking her head, but that smile quickly faded, “You know nothing of me, don’t you dare make miss consumptions of me.” she snarled inching towards the human slash wolf. Raising her blade covered in her victims blood sticking it in the ground. “Maybe you’re right, maybe I am like them.” she guessed never leaving their glare. “Maybe you’re completely and stupidly wrong.” Cleaning the glade between the grass and gravel returning it to earth. Safely securing it inside her sheath.

Without word recollection she immediatley walked towards it and began to examine her injuries, “Don’t give me that look. I love proving people wrong.” she said almost happy like. The gash in her right leg was cut badly and needed intensive care.

Third Battle of Beruna (1/3) | Peter, Darrin, Isolde, Caspian X, Mazin, Maugrim, Rafael

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 22:50:38 -0400

darrin-of-archenland:

oneofusisbigandbrave:

fenris-ulf:

exiledtarkaan:

thetenthcaspian:

isoldeofnarnia:

As she battled everyone that came in her view the searing pain in her right leg was numb from her adrenaline pumping though her veins. From the countless hours of fighting they’d lost many countless men and women. It seemed like all her other comrades were killing it and talking it up,her mind went blur as she reached further and further into the war zone. It all happened so fast,she maneuvered around corpses and other obstacle.

The High King fighting only kilometers away finishing off the last of the wolf whom he seemed to have trouble killing. The spots rose in her vision and her head pounded flashbacks of the night she witnessed her grandfather assassination. Tiny drums pounded in her head to the point she heard no more cries. It was sweet for only seconds of the silent screams before they feel to their death.Isolde maneuvered her was though the zone,but that was only too far. Faces of her fellow Narnians yelled out for her but she turned a cheek and she found herself an invitation to the ground, “I-m S-orry” she mumbled.

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The Wolf saw the flash and though his mind registered the attack, his body reacted too slowly for his liking. As the pain was injected into him, the Wolf made a vigorous swipe for the human’s face before he retreated by jumping two paces back, his mind already rearranging his tactics.

The wretched sword had pierced him yet again, condemning his right shoulder to suffer like his left, and albeit he had time to elude a more invasive attack, the Wolf found himself leaning on his right hind leg. The white body of a faceless creature, which seemed intent in escorting him during every kill, pranced behind the human. Its body like mist, it was a creature that he, and only he, could see. And it was because of this fact that the Wolf ignored the white mist dancing hand in hand with irritation. If the ancient, gray Wolf would only listen closely, the white creature would actually embody rebuke marred with distraught and guilt. But those feelings fell on raised hackles and glossed over already varnished, golden eyes.

“Still not delivering your sermon about your desire to play hero?” The Wolf chuckled, the sound akin to that of death taking a living being’s last breath. “You bore me, human. So how’d you lose your memories? Do your people know about this? Do they know they’re following a human more stupid and inept than usual?”

Feeling the initial pain subside, the gray Wolf encircled the human, his ears and nose solely devoted on him while his line of sight flew over corpses and snow. He sought for were his Wolves, most whom were attacking the more formidable creatures amongst the Lion’s servants: the giants. Four Wolves overcame the giant, made him trip, and sent him immediately into the ghouls’ ravenous fangs. The giant was allowed one scream, one that shook the ground for a second, and then there was nothing but slurps and teeth gnashes. A dwarf with an enormous axe was poised above Darrin, and he wasted no time in gloating—he swung his axe over the lord’s right thigh. The gray Wolf didn’t wait for the outcome. He moved on, his interest dulled. Another false king, Caspian X, haggard and bleeding, much to the Wolf’s pleasure, was facing a ghoul who had recently found an ally in a Wolf. Further back to where the battle was less severe, three hags, all ready to cast their vicious spells, were sneaking towards Isolde. A boggle and a pair of Wolves took turns in attacking Mazin, their act almost courteous but their teeth and claws were lethal. Last of all, the ancient Wolf saw half a dozen of his Wolves hungry for the flesh of a star. Amongst them was a white pup, the battle being his first actual task as a member of the Secret Police.

Maugrim growled at the pup’s disappearing figure. “Let’s end this now, human. You’re not worth my time.”

A veteran, one who had been besieged again and again into more horrors than one could endure, the Wolf shook his forepaws and lunged for the human’s side, the same one he had been attacking since the beginning. Fangs hungered for the flesh under the chainmail. Barely completing the landing, the Wolf jumped once more, though his target was now the back of the human’s neck.

Peter hadn’t fully expected an attack to his face now that he was upright, and his failure to envision it coming left him with two scratches across his cheek before he jerked back, a gasp involuntarily issuing from him. He could feel the blood slowly sliding down his face, and each time a muscle chose to move there, be it a slight narrowing of his eye or an involunary tightening of his lips, the scratches seemed to whip his cheek again, sending a new stroke of pain rippling up his face. He sucked in a cold breath, the pain both sharpening his senses and distracting them at the same time.

The Wolf was circling again, and it growled out more words, its chuckles and snarls melting together as the raspy words circled Peter’s head, stinging his ears. Anger would serve no purpose, he knew. The Wolf was baiting him, trying to lure him into doing something rash, something stupid. Peter tried to ignore the old beast’s words, but his blue eyes grew hard with a storm he was struggling to keep in check.

His tongue held no retort, no witty or bantering comeback for the grey-furred Wolf, but Rhindon flashed as the Wolf lept, trying to tear the Wolf just as the beast’s fangs tried to grasp the flesh just barely left visible at his neck.

Peter pulled Rhindon upwards, up towards the area where the Wolf’s heart lay, exposed for only a moment. And for a moment, something else exploded behind his eyes and flashed through his mind. He had done this before.

He had just time to duck down and plunge his sword, as hard as he could, between the brute’s forelegs into its heart. He was tugging and pulling and the Wolf seemed neither alive nor dead, and its bared teeth knocked against his forehead, and everything was blood and heat and hair.

The memory seemed to knock against his eyes, rendering the past the the present horribly juxtaposed. He knew the ending of before, but what of now?

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Isolde’s blue eyes gazed the battle field finding herself in a pit of mass destruction. The right leg that was previously injured by the wolf packs leader’s fangs. Laying on the ground near giving up was a massive disgrace. To her and her father. As she turned to pull herself up and in needless to say position. Three hag walked in her direction their spells squired from their ugly fingertips. She needed to be quick and fast. With the tip of , ‘Mor’du” she swung herself over and into their direction. The first hag must of been the youngest was a easy kill. The second,yet middle wasn’t as easy. Isolde slipped though her legs and dismounted her as another creature finished her off. Last but least of the sister charged at her,her brain went mush and repealed ever spell she had coming for her. Once the hag reached her,laying on her face Isolde raised her arms and sliced her right down the middle sending it into millions specs of dust.

As for her fellow comrades. Most of whom she never laid eyes on till this day. Chills ran down her spin as she watched hundreds before her eyes. The High King fought in his own battle, for he was obviously the king. As she searched swinging at everything in sight. The one and only Caspian X fought along side with a ghoul. Based on his appearance it wasn’t going too well. For all who knew her, she wasn’t the helpful or social kind, but she did have a heart.

With all her legs could she dodged and ran to him just as a ghoul the size of boulder swung at him. She remembered her encounter with Ember and how they fought off one of these together. Without thinking she grabbed his forearm and pushed him just as the ghoul would have.Not waiting for his reaction she spoke, “Come on I can’t fight this alone. May Aslan be with you.” without breaking from his glare. Deflecting an on coming swing from a member of our enemy, hurdled it and cut across its belly.

Savvy? || Pug and Isolde

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 01:14:13 -0400

He watched her stare out of the surface of the water, putting herself into the proper frame of mind, he supposed. Whatever.

“Giving a name implies that one has a name to give,” he said with a grin. “Funny thing about names, one wants their whole identity wrapped up in their name. Someone says a name - like John, Mildred, or Mary - and you’ve immediately got a picture in your mind about who that person should be, all based on their name.”

“Some people, however, fit the ticket of several names. I could be a Jack, a Willy, or an Edward. You have no idea. But as soon as I tell you my name, you will forever associate my figure with my name. When you hear the name again, you will see my figure. When you see my figure, you will hear my name. And depending whether I fall into your precious good graces or not, you will either smile or shudder.”

He was keeping her from her swim and she was not appreciating it. He paused for a moment. “You may call me whatever you think I ought to be called,” he said.

Isolde yet stared at her as he spoke his words of ‘wisdom’ she thought maybe he might have a point,but the subject really wasn’t necessary, “By Almighty God you talk a lot.” she scoffed and removed her leather boots and rested them on a rock, “Thank you for the words of wisdom but sadly you will be called, ‘Nothing’ then how do you like that?”

Maybe he was trying to tick her off,but maybe she was the one with a short temper.

Winds || Emerald & Isolde

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 01:05:47 -0400

This caught her attention. “Bow?” her eyes narrowed and she walked swiftly towards the girl. Her feet moving across the familiar ground. Once she was about 2 or 3 feet away,she strightened her posture ready to listen. Not like she wanted to.

The girl’s eyes widen when the lady walked towards her in a swift manner. Isolde seemed interested in her opinion. Emerald nodded slowly. “I um… Did some practicing with Queen Susan and I think I improved.” The young girl started slowly, “My parents are archers also, but I never get to see them for the past 5 months. They taught me well and I just want to see them again.” Then she gave Isolde a small smile. She missed her parents with her heart and just wanted to see them again.

Her eyes never left hers as she spoke the words of her past, “Aye that’s interesting,but are you any good?” she questioned crossing her arms over her chest. Setting a food on the rock before her. There was no time to waste but she was now curious of this girls ability.

She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 09:45:29 -0400

She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

Alexandra Daddario on the set of Sea Of Monsters

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 01:12:42 -0400

Alexandra Daddario on the set of Sea Of Monsters

Back To Earth || Aysun & Isolde

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 11:45:00 -0400

The morning rose to it’s dusk. Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. All across the land there had been rumors of a wolf pack invading land and trees. It was just one of those days when nothing surprising comes to mind. The girl with the striking blue eyes brushed her fingers along the oaks bark. As the wind danced through her hair. The gravel crunched beneath her feet as she walked deeper and deeper into the forest’s depths.

A sudden howl caused her to jerk her head in its direction. As she approched. It was a howl called for help. Why has she heard this before? This sent slivers down her spine. At the sound a heard of about four grey wolves hoovered over a smaller yet bulkier black one. Isolde hid a far yet safe distance behind. She thought maybe the smaller one that was being attack might redeem itself,but sadly not. Her blue eyes scanned for the right moment.

Then unsheathing, ‘Mor’du” and her other small dagger,and charged. If she knew anything about wolves was they normally punched,she ducked and sliced at its rib as it feel to the floor. While another bear its fangs at her getting into fight stance. It went for her leg,as she feel to the floor with a great thud,but redeemed herself by kicking its snout and another in the rib. As it whimpered along with the remaining cowardly one,they fled.

Isolde looked over at the black wolf with no sympathy. Its brown eyes pierced through her like fire, “Go.” was all she said.