(Info. This: /... .../ is my cf/tbc-sign.) Technically it could have been a good day. Technically, it could have been a super day. Practically, he got caught. Stealing an apple and got followed by the whole "mad mop". The young boy ran like he never ran before. They were everywhere. Behind him, in front of him, in the small backstreets on both sides. They were coming closer. He stopped. There was no way to escape left. They were looking at him with the deepest hatred in their eyes. Why? Why did they hate him so much? Just because of what he was? Why... He grinded his teeth and looked for a way to escape. Panic was creeping up his spine. Nervously he looked from one side to the other until he found the perfect solution. A small balcon that was within his reach. He started running again. With a few steps he was on one of the wooden boxes that were lying everywhere on te street. Than he jumped. /... (gtg, eat something .3.)

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.../ He tightly gripped the railing as soon as his fingers were touching it. Something struck the wall above him. An arrow. They were really meaning it. With one chinup he was on the balcony. But this wouldn´t be safe either. They were already entering the building. It wouldn´t take long until they reached the door. Again he had to look for a way to escape. Another arrow struck the wall two inches beside his head. Panic. Deep, pure panic was filling his thoughts. Nothhing else, just panic. There was only one chance to win this race against death - or worse - and that was to climb to the roof of the building. Again, he sprinted to the edge of the small balcony and jumped onto the railing from which he jumped again, up to the next one. More arrows were seeking him. But they wouldn´t hit him. They COULD not hit him. His actions were one flawless, liquid movement that brougt him near the rooftop. His instincts were screaming out loud, telling him just one word: RUN. As soon as he reached his goal, he continued to run, just run. Jumping from one roof to the next. They were still following him, following him through the streets. The boy was panicking even more. His pupils were enlarged to the maximum, catching every little movement down there. A shadow was flying over the roofs. Apparently a very big bird. But that wasn´t of any interest to him. The only thing he could think of was what his instincts were telling him. RUN. ESCAPE. And that was what he was trying to do. The outskirts of town were coming closer. Tere wouldn´t be any roofs left for him to jump onto. There would be no escape. /...

^ ....wow that was... intense

.../ His inner voice was screaming. Screaming out loud. I DON´T WANT TO DIE. That´s what it was telling him. But there was no way left. There would be only death. Or worse. /... (sorry for the short paragraph, gotta go shopping *bit*h-voice* SHOPPIIING. Yeah.... XD Gotta continue this as soon as I return c: )

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.../ One option was there... If he would jump down there now, he would probably die before they got him. There was it. The edge of the last roof. One little step. He pushed himself from the ground. There was no house to catch him anymore. But instead, he somehow felt like this would be right. He let himself fall. It was like falling into the deep abyss. Just falling... no ground on which to land. He twisted his upper Body, followed by his legs. It felt like this house was at least fifty meters high. But then he landed. He landed on the hard ground. His feet first, then his arms. With a roll he stood up again, like he never fell. What was that just now? How could he have survived that? An angry shout ripped him out of his thoughts. They were coming closer. He started to run from them, once again. Out of town, to the dead woods. Maybe they wouldn´t follow him up there. Maybe they would leave him alone and just go back to their safe homes instead of following him into something that was called dead woods. It was a scary name after all. With a creepy story about it and everything. The dead woods were just burned. It was a particular part of the forest. Just one round place in it´s middle where the trees would just not bloom. The woldn´t bloom and they wouldn´t wear leaves, but still they were growing. And in the mittle of that place there was a statue. A statue made out of stone. It was the one of a wolf. The stone was Black, really dark black that wold just shimmer when the sun rays found their ways through the branches of those dead trees. There was a guy in town once. One of those charlatans who were traveling throug the land, telling stories, singing songs and so one. This guy knew the story of the statue. He said that the people of the town tried to move it once because they thought the trees would be like that because of this statue. But when they touched it the statue suddenly came to life. /...

.../ It moved it´s eyes towards the one who touched it first and stared at him. A deep growl came out of it´s half opened mouth. The man started screaming and ran away. Then, the charlatan said, then it moved his head towards the others. They also ran away in fear. Later the man who saw into the eyes of the statue said - or at least this was told - that it was like a grasp for his very soul, a glare so intense that it could cut through the air. So tey never tried to touch the statue again. The charlatan made a short break and continued with another story. He said this would have happened a few years after they tried to move the statue. Bandits came to town. They wanted to know the statues location. The townspeople told them because they were scared. So the bandits walked to the dead woods. It was nighttime, so nobody could see what was going on inside the forest. But suddenly they heard screams. Sounds that only someone could make who´s in fear of his life. It lasted a few minutes. Than silence returned. Nothing. Then another sound. One single howl, not too long, but it sounded like a melody. A deadly song, but with a tremendous beauty. The song of the wolf, as they would call it from then on. The next day someone was sent to look at the statue. He came back shaking, with no colour left in his face. His description of what he saw sounded like a story from a grim fairytale. Blood everywhere, body parts and guts spread over the whole place. Just one thing wasn´t covered in blood. It was the black stone, the fur of the statue. Only from his jaws, blooddrops still fell to the earth, nurturing those dead trees.
With this the charlatan ended his story. He left town the day after and never came back since then.
That all went through his head in just a few seconds. They wouldn´t follow him to a place like this, would they? /...
(now with extra enters to make reading easier... at least I hope so. Still not finished :I)

He entered the normal forest. The trees took away most of the light from the rising moon. He took a short look over his shoulder. Full moon. It would be a perfect night for a wolf´s song... wouldn´t it? He shaked his head and looked straight ahead again. Don´t trip. Don´t become slower. Or they´d get him. He came close to the edge of the dead woods. From one tree to another, there suddenly were no leaves. Just thin trees with plain, seemingly lifeless branches that were looking like thorns. Like thorns who were just waiting. Waiting for them to become victims of the statue, so their blood would nurture them. An icecold shiver ran down his spine. The people slowed down. Murmur was starting to swell up until someone screamed. Apparently the woman stepped on a skull, or so he could hear from the loud conversations. He could even hear them through the sound of his heavy breathing. For one moment he stopped and looked up to the full moon through the thorny branches. The light of the moon was so beautiful. But for now, he wouldn´t have the time to really praise this beauty. Now hw had just one goal, and that was to survive. He started walking again. Slower this time, but still with big steps. The statue was near. He never went there, but somehow he could feel it. He could feel that it was near. /...

(NNNNOOOOOO I forgot my .../ at the beginning.... Sorry ;-; )

.../ It was like something... someone? ...was calling him. Calling him there, as if this would be the place where he would find safety... or eternal sleep. Trees became less and less. Until he could already see it. The dark shine that was emitted from this black, obsidian-like stone. The statue of the wolf. He stopped again and looked at it. The animal was sitting, his head held up. The lips formed to a silent howl. He took another step, but tripped over something. It hurt when he fell on the floor, but he didn´t scream. Slowly, he looked back at what made him trip. It was a Bone. A bone of a complete skeleton. Another shiver took over his body. He couldn´t take his eyes of this thing. Was it true? The story this charlatan was telling? The story about the bandits? He started to crawl back. His hand met something else. Another bone. An arm. seperated from the rest of the body. His breath became heavier. It was true. This place was haunted. He wanted to go away again. But then he would just run directly into their arms. For one short moment, he closed his eyes. Darkness overcame him. Complete, pure darkness. "Who are you kid." Like a ghost, the voice came from behind him. A whisper, like the wind was just blowing a leaf to his ears. But strangely he didn´t fear the voice. It seemed... familiar. "I am... Liav. Liav... Shaddentare." /...

just... breathtaking 0.0

(R... really? :o I think an author isn´t writing a story... but a story is writing itself through the author. I am just the medium for my fantasy XD)

wow your cool :}

.../ "Ah, I see... I know that name... Shaddentare... It´s been many years since I last heard it..." The whisper seemed melancholic. Now he was sure that he knew this voice, even though it wasn´t directly speaking to him. "I... know your voice...", he spoke out loud. A laugh halled through the wind. "Know my voice? You seem interesting, kid... but it seems like I have to go again. Live well, young Shaddentare." Liav swallowed down the rest of his fear. "Wait! Don´t go... Did you know my father? Please... Tell me..." No answer. He was alone again. Alone in a dead forest. The boy stood up from the dusty ground and took a few steps towards the statue.
Suddenly, the whole day flew past his mind. How he got up, got hungry, tried to steal an apple, just one... The hands who grabbed his arms and told him to take of his hood, how he screamed and told them not to. The man who finally pulled it down after all... but what he remembered as clear as it was happening now: the faces of the people when they saw his ears and eyes. For one moment, the grip around his arms loosened and he was able to run... Then the people started to shout, point at him, shun him for everything. He was accused of murder, eating babies, taking away the souls of those who died. But he didn´t do anything. He just wanted one apple. Why would they do this to him? Just because he wasn´t completely human? He was nearly crying, but he swallowed it down again. He wouldn´t cry again. That´s what he told himself some years ago. No more crying. He took another step. Something struck his leg. An intense pain was going through his body. A short scream came out of his mouth.
"I got him! I got the basterd!" The shout came from one of the townspeople. An arrow had struck his leg. Blood was running out of the wound, sickering into the ground. Liav tried zo stand up, to run, but the pain took his breath away. "Hurry up! I´ve ran out of arrows!" He was coming closer, but still kept his distance to the boy. /...

(That´s the nicest thing I´ve heard today. You´re really an awesome person. Thank you c: )

(*ultimate drama moment* oh mah god Q-Q! *mitfieber*)

ur awsome to! but i wuz wanting to know if... umm...aahh .. will u... swap fc's with me, cuz i think ur a cool person and i love ur art ^-^

.../ Panic. Pure panic. There it was again. They were coming closer. He could already hear their voices.
With one quick movement he jumped with his other foot. He was next to the statue. His hands were touching the front leg of the wolf. Soon he was clinging onto it. "Please... Answer me", he whispered in his thoughts. "I don´t want to die!"
A howl. Like a whisper being blown through the wind, there it was. He could hear it, hear it in all it´s beauty. He looked up. Nobody else seemed to recognize it. Did he go insane? The statue wasn´t moving, yet it seemed like the light was reflected differently. Like something inside of it was singing this song only for him.
The crowd was gathering around the statue. He could see their grinning faces, staring at him.
He was their prey. Nothing but a small piece of flesh that´s going to be ripped apart by it´s predators. Tears were gathering in his eyes. It was too late to think about his promise. Now it was too late for everything. One of the men was coming closer, reaching for him, smirking with those eyes. Those eyes thatnwere just staring at him like he was looking at a worthless piece of trash. But then he stopped. A feather landed on his hand. It was from a colour Liav had never seen before. Blue, deep, like the Ocean.
In the next moment, the man was flying back into the rows of the humans. Loud gasps went through the crowd. Someone screamed. The boy looked up. There he was. The one which the feather belonged to. His wings widely spread, the man landed in Front of him. Wings with feathers from the strangest, yet most amazing colours he had ever seen. Horns were crawling out of the head of this creature which now stood right there, like he was protecting the boy. The ears of this man were flicking back and forth, catching every single noise. Then the stranger twisted his head and looked at him.
Liav stared right into his yellow eyes. And somehow, he suddenly felt safe. /...

( @Ray: Sumthin wrong, Ray-ray? :D
@Xeno: Of course, I´d love to! You are a great person too c; And I really like your ideas & skills, including your drawing-skills o3o Mine is... wait a sec XD Here it is: 3738 - zero sixhundred - six one zero five c; )

ok mine is 0 3 one eight six seven three two five 1 1 three

.../ The man turned his head again and just stared at the humans. A sharp hiss came over his lips. Then he raised his hand and pointed at the one with the bow in his hands. "He will stay... The rest shall go."
Short silence. Then, one of them started to laugh. "Whoever... No, whatever you are, do you think you can take on all of us?" They came one step closer again. Liav looked up to the man. He saw the situation and he saw that even this stranger, although he seemed strong, could not handle all of them alone. Yet he still felt... calm.
"Do you really think, you stand a chance against me?", the man answered while he was folding his Arms. Liav sat down on the pedestal of the black wolf. He looked down to his leg. The arrow was still stuck in it. Laughter swell up again. "Yeah... You can totally handle all of us." Even more laughter. "Either you leave now... Or I will sacritice not only him, but you all to this forest. It needs to be nurtured again. With blood." Te stranger took something out of the pocket of his jeans. He threw it right into the crowd. A pillar of fire suddenly came out of the ground. Screams again, people were running away. Some of them were running for their lives. The pillar became a small line that would surround the complete scene, leaving only one way to escape. Some of them were already out of it, the others were crowding at this exit.
" It´s just a trick" Don´t be fooled by his tricks!" One of them drew his blade. But then the one with the bow stepped right in front of the stranger. Liav recognized how big this man was just then. He was like a rock that´s holding off everything from the small boy.
"Heh, that´s all you can do? Set something on fire?" A grin wandered onto his face again. With a sigh the stranger loosened up his folded arms. /...

(sorry this took so long, I had to look some things up and get the cats in from the garden :/ )

(And yai, I´ll add you right now c; )

yay new friend :DD thank you u,u

(Friennnnd 83 *hug* Because friends need to be hugged X3)

In the next moment, the head of the bow-man flew through the air. His body just kipped to the left side, still twitching. Something shimmered in the moonlight as the man before him spread his fingers - or rather, his claws.
"No... This is what I can do." The other townspeople stepped back. Then they began to run. Run away. For a few felt hours, there was silence. Then the stranger turned around again. The fire went back to a little wall of flames. He came closer. "Oh, f*ck", the boy thought. Liavs mind went blank. The fimgers of this man turned back to normal. Who was he to wield such a power? Was he even a friend? After this short period of absolute calmness, his heart started to beat faster again. Another step. And another. The boy looked down. This man wasn´t even wearing shoes. Just his jeans. The feet stopped right before him. Liav looked up. Right into the yellow eyes of the stranger. Again. The man just sat down. Although he was sitting on the floor, he was still bigger than the boy, who was sitting on a pedestal.
"Who are you?" The voice of the stranger broke the silence, Liav gulped. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but his voicd just wouldn´t let him talk. Finally,he was able to say his Name. "I´m Liav... Liav Shaddentare. And... you?"
"Me?" The blue-haired guy raised one eyebrow. Liav still stared at him, while he shortly looked down at the boy. His voice was deep, deeper than every voice he ever heard. "...You can call me Élren for now, boy." /...

That´s just AMAZING! nya!

^ ya it is XDD

(Jasü, deine schreib skills, du solltest unbedingt autorin werden o3o)

.../ "Élren? That´s... a good name." Liav smiled nervously. "Hm... You think so? Never heard that before." The man shortly looked down to the leg of him. "Hm... This is going to hurt a little bit." He held the arrow with one hand and Liav´s leg with the other. Then, with a sharp move, he pulled it out.
A short scream came out of his mouth as the arrow was removed. Blood was running out of the wound. "Are you hanging on your hoodie?" Élren looked down to him. "N... Not really... Why?" With one grip, the man ripped off something from the red cloth and used it to bind the wound.
"Better?", he asked, looking directly at him. "Y... yeah... Thank you." Liav stood up. It didn´t hurt as much as he expected it to. "Élren?" "Yes?" Liav took a deep breath. "Why... did you come here?"
The man smiled. "I don´t know why exactly. But somehow... I think I heard something... It was like the song of a wolf." The boy looked to the statue. It didn´t move. Yet it was like the wolf himself would be... smiling. "Thank you", he send to him in his thoughts.
"If you want to, you can come with me... I can´t leave you here after all." Liav nodded. "Okay... Wait for me!" A smile came to his face. He finally could smile, after all those years. Finally he found a friend.
(Dah Ehnd. Thank you all for reading c; )

( @Nesara: T-thank you c:
@Xeno: Awww you .//3//. You´re making me blush.
@Ray-ray: Naja. Ich werd in der Schule sowieso versagen, also vielleicht XD)

(ich schwärm grad *-* *schwärm*)

(Uh-huh? :o Antworte mal auf das andre bild XD)

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Why so hehe-ig? XD Did you like the story, Xeno? :3

hehe i made u blush :p

Aww yesh you did. You´re such a nice person. *hugs to you* X3

welches der anderen x"D?

(na das mit dem Élren-somehow-collab. Hab da was dazugesabbt.)
Kay guise, let´s talk in the chatroom cause this needs f-in long to load at my DS already... because of the comments.XD

awwh great, now u make me blush o///o

awsome story X3 gave me goose bumps XD Hugs you for being awsome X3