Wandering Near Cair Paravel

[Noel]

*she laughed and slowly transformed back to a human look..then she slipped her clothes back on* alright, I am fine now...*she smiled..she didn't really know what to talk about, so she would allow him to strike conversation*

[Deston]

Deston turned back around and nodded as he found her fully clothed again.
" Perhaps a better look for you wouldn't you say?" He said with a smile.

[Noel]

*she smiled* why hide behind a mask though? I am not both, I am one, my appearance is not a care to me..I am that which I am, there is no use in hiding or fighting it..wouldn't you say?

[Deston]

" Perhaps so but I would not know much of that subject for I am only a Satyr and a simply soldier at that.." He said with a smile, sitting down on a stump.

[Noel]

*she nodded* well taken..very well taken...*she walked quickly over to a tree and it looked like she was chopping something up..she turned around and she had some herbs in her hand that tasted like mints (chocolate mints! lol)..she ate one then offered a few to deston* yes?

[Deston]

Deston shrugged and took one from her hand and ate one. It didn't taste bad but a rather different flavor than he was used to in plants. He smiled a bit and nodded his head. Then he spoke soflty and slowly.
" So what...do you eat?" He asked.

[Noel]

*she laughed* yes, I do eat meat..but I try not to kill it unless It is causing harm to others..other than that..I do enjoy plants..nothing wrong with them eh? *she smiled* and I would never eat a..*she scanned her memory for his name* a..satyr? *she smiled* nope, never

[Deston]

" That is a good thing to hear.." He said with a chuckle. " Besides it may be difficult to do so. We have very thick hides and heads as well.." he said with a smile

[Noel]

*she smiled, and laughed a little* Hmm..but wise is the ways in which I see in you Deston..you must either be unlike most satyrs, or just being crazy..*she smiled and laughed* no..no..I am not like most werewolves..indeed..much different...hmm..well...I have been dishonored for it, but in the long run of things, did I not survive?...Indeed it is so..*she smiled* so I have no regret

[Deston]

" Well I think it is just me being crazy..." He said with a chuckle. He looked down at his swords and fingered them gently. Their hilts glinsened in the dimming sunlight. " I don't know...my father always said I loved these weapons to much. I never paid attention to him that much when he started up about it...If only i could tell him how many times the love of these weapons has saved my life.." he said with a smile and turned his head so that he looked at Noel. He looked her up and down, titling his head a bit as if looking for something.
" Do you not weild a weapon?" He said as he looked over her once again, his eyes scanning every part of her body.

[Noel]

*she nodded* well I am a werewolf...though I do have other weapons, save the claws and teeth..which I rarely use..*she smiled at him* I am what you would call a silver werewolf..from the north...you see Silver does not affect us..infact...it helps us..though most werewolves can die easily by it...*she quickly withdrew from somewhere on her person to silver shortswords..they ran when they slid against eachother, a long melonious tone..like a sonnet composed by simply one loud, but clear and gentle tone* These are my weapons...this..*she held out the one in her right hand..it was, ofcourse, pure silver..but in it red lines and waves...they couldn't be seen easily unless she held them out to you, or you studied the blade carefully..they looked almost rose color* Is La quatrième Malourène ...and this..*she held out the one in her right..it had a dark dark purple and blackish look to it, the waves were a bit different..like..chains..or ripples in water..or time..or smoke..when she moved it, it looked as if water or smoke was inside*...this is La cinquième Sainte-Fabeau ...(she speaks french and german, lol)...or in my homeland language, Ischmertz, Zeitgeist ...*she smiled* ofcourse you don't know what that means..but I couldn't translate it, for it does not translate to your language...but some things in this language, do not translate to mine...oh well, a swords name does not deplict it's power, or swiftness..only the weilder can do that..*she smiled* I'm sure yours are worthy opponents in battle..shall we see how you weild them? *she smiled and stepped up...she was a princess, and a werewolf princess at that, but they were taught differently in the northern colonies, especially the women..very little power, but being agile was the greater part...for them, swordfighting was not a sport or a game or just people bashing at eachother..it was a work of art..*

[Deston]

Deston raised and eyebrow and stood up slowly. This was rather unexpected but he could never turn down a good fight, ever. It was his way. He nodded and drew from his back sheaths two longswords that he twirled around himself expertly.
" Well...lets ee what you have."

[Noel]

*she smiled and nodded* allright old man..*she laughed and her foot gracefully drew from the ground...she stood on tip-toe on just her other foot..she was supporting all her bodyweight, plus that of everything else on her person, her other foot drawn behind her back, and her sword in the right hand drawn back to where the tip was about at her neck, her other sword was parallel with her thigh...in an instant she pushed her other foot down, it slammed on the ground and she gracefully "flew" at Deston, she spun and made one twirl with both her swords as she aimed for his arm...she stayed in the air the whole time spinning, until she landed, this time her left leg was even with her waist, curled around her almost, her swords made a strange 'x' shape, and she was once again on tip-toe...she was like an amazing ballerina who had trained for hundreds of years almost, but hadn't lost the advantages of youth..so graceful, her positions like a swans...she smiled and glared at deston's eyes for that is where his movements would be foretold from..she always watched her opponents eyes..it was honourable..but also an advantage of the art of fighting*

[Deston]

" Oh I ain't that old.." He said with a smile and twirled his blades around them and stopped them in a moment. The sword in his left hand was over his right shoulder and his right sword was behind his back pointing straight down. He had good footwork because he had no toes, just hooves. Deston then extended the sword in his left hand with a horixonal strike and spun to his left. The sword right hand came out from behind his back and extended towards Noel's thigh, the other towards her neck. AS he spun towards her, he dropped dwn on his knee, still spinning. THe sword in his right hand, moving down towards her knee but the sword in his left hand remained the same height, for Deston raised his arm a bit. All of this was done in one spinning motion, rather gracefully. The lower blade cut the bottom of Noel's pants while the highed blade went across her shoulders. Deston had gotten a little closer than he had intented to. As he finished his spin and stood up a few feet away from Noel he noticed he had for all of Noel's shirt had fallen to the ground except for the neck part. Deston raised an eyebrow.
" Well....those are nice..." He said with a smile.

[Noel]

*she began to laugh wildly and dropped her blades..she covered herself and then turned around...slowly her back morphed and changed and grew...until she was a full fleged white werewolf..she turned and looked at him and smiled* I need no swords now..*she smiled showing him her silver claws that looked almost like daggers...*